All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S06E17 - Dont Meth With Me (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

DOA's Rita Kendall.

- That's her sister. Found her.
- The one having the animated chat?

Rose Kaplan.

Didn't take a beating.

She puked herself behind the gag.
Choked to death.

That'd be the worst.

- Can the sister help with what's missing?
- Jewels and a gold coin collection.

I'm Detective Sorenson, Mrs. Kaplan.

I'm very sorry, you losing your sister.

All my health difficulties,
who'd believe she'd go first?

- Any idea who might have done this?
- Thief or burglar.

Her... her jewelry and coins are gone.

Would your sister be seen outside
with that jewelry on?

It was divided from our mother.
She never wore it at all.

Uh, had she had the coins out lately

to take them in to get appraised
or the like?

I don't know.

Uh, she got irritated
every time I asked about the coins,

- so I stopped asking.
- Was there contention over them coins

between the two of you?

Only that she got the entire collection,
and I got six-person dinner service.

But then, I wasn't the object
of a lifelong crush by Seymour Epstein,

the executor of our mother's will.

Could I see what you're clutching there?

My nephew, Justin, a few years ago.

- He dresses now in darker clothes.
- Did he live with your sister?

No. He lives somewhere
in the East Village.

Involved in some rave-type underground.

What does that mean
exactly, Mrs. Kaplan?

He asked me to back him financially
to organize rave-type underground parties,

after Rita turned him down.

He took me to the darkest,
dungeon-like atmosphere of a bar

that I could ever imagine.

This was where Justin wanted to organize
these rave-type parties?

- On a sublet rental basis.
- What was the name of that place?

I asked him why did he
expect me to back him

when his mother wouldn't?

- Do you recall that bar's name?
- The Velvet.

I told him they should
call it the Dungeon.

Fine. We'll suggest that
when we stop there.

If you think of anything else,
Mrs. Kaplan,

or Justin tries to get in touch with you,
would you please make sure you call us?

Got a neighbor saw a suspicious man
in the building.

I'd be more interested if he saw
that battle-ax sneaking out

with a coin collection under her arm.

Mr. Fickman. He just walked up.

Six p.m., yesterday, there was a big,
tall guy in the hall.

I never seen him before.

He said he was making
a prescription delivery.

When I asked which pharmacy,
he ignored me.

What'd the guy look like,
besides being big and tall?

I was headed for work.
I work at Chock Full O' Nuts,

- so I didn't pursue it.
- We understand.

Let's get back to what he looked like.

Seeing this now,
I'm wondering if it's connected.

Hey, describe him immediately.

He was big, uh, tall.
Uh, white, 30-ish, I'd say,

- uh, tattooed, like her ghouly son.
- Whose ghouly son?

- Are you here investigating a murder?
- What, are you gonna be sarcastic now?

The dead woman's son, Mrs. Candell.

Her ghouly son, Justin, is who this guy
was tattooed like, only bigger and taller.

Bigger, taller how'd you like
to be shorter, flat on your face?

Can we stay in touch
with you, Mr. Fickman?

Yeah, you can.

Excuse me while I go upstairs
and sleep,

which I could already be doing
if I didn't take the time

to give my information.

Scratch any citizen comes forward
to volunteer information.

You got a 50 percent chance
of uncovering a total asshole.

Here they were like foxes
waiting at the rabbit hutch.

Made my pickup,
opened the hatch to load it up,

come out to find a damn .38
stuck against my head.

- They took your whole load?
- Just this pickup.

They knew what they was looking for.

I felt like one of those cows

- at the slaughter.
- Three guys?

With masks. One of them named Ramon.

One of the other ones said his name,
and when he did it,

Ramon butt-ended him
in the forehead with his gun.

This gypsy on Mott Street,
she told me in no uncertain terms,

take a change.

Baseline stress just living here.

Hassling with my wife, now this.

I can tell you're upset.

Gypsy said pick a state, starts with "K"
and a town starts with "L."

- I guess Lawrence, Kansas, would fit.
- Louisville, Kentucky.

Churchill Downs Racetrack.

You're leaving now?

- You got a better time in mind?
- You got a truck here.

Hey! Come on.

Yeah, I'm Mike Roberts.
Retired off the job.

- John Irvin, PAA.
- Yeah, I know who you are.

Listen, I was otherwise detained.

I'm the security consultant
for Citiwide Courier.

They had their loaded truck
ripped off this morning.

- Hey, Mike Roberts, Diane.
- Hey.

- How you doin'?
- Okay.

Yeah, good.

What, did you catch
that truck hijack this morning?

Mm-hmm. That's us.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mike Roberts. How's it goin'?

Mike works security for Citiwide Courier.

And you could work for Hugh Hefner
in a position of your own choice.

Anyways, that's neither here nor there.
Any of the rooms open?

Why, you got something
you want to confess?

It may come to that.
What are you gonna do,

keep me standing here
like a poor relation, or what?

This is about the truck hijacking,
right, Mike?

It's absolutely about the truck hijacking,

regardless of the light
that it puts me in.

And not coming from judgment,

that PAA poofter you got over there,
he's got quite an active social life.

If you know what I mean.

Fifteenth Squad.

Look, you get to a point...
you know what I mean?

Or otherwise, what are you doing?
You take a position.

What's your position, Mike?

Well, if the particulars blow up
in your mug, so be it.

What are the particulars?

The particulars are the robbery
that you're investigating

is an inside job.

With every inkling that the inside guy
is related to an acquaintance.

- An acquaintance of yours.
- What's the inside guy's name, Mike?

I misevaluated.

I gave the guy a thumbs-up
on his background check.

And what am I gonna do now?
Compound a felony

by concealing my misgivings?

Mistakes happen.

Wait a minute.
When I say compound a felony,

I'm using it as a figure of speech.

Now, how are we gonna say
we got the lead?

We absolutely don't have to bring
your name into it.

To the perp or Mr. DiNovi.

Okay.

- The guy's name is Steve Jung.
- He's Asian?

No. Jung with a "J." He's a Kraut.

His nose chronically buried
in a racing form.

Every time I visit that dispatch office.

So, I get a little uneasy feeling.

I sit on him for four hours.

He takes three different meetings
with skells.

One of them I know.

His act's truck hijacks.

Ramon Moreno.

I almost locked him up once, anyways.

- Go do a favor for a friend, right?
- Who's your friend?

Well, this guy's sister,
I know her a little bit.

I met her at some stupid Oktoberfest.

You know, she showed me some leg,

and she said, "My brother Steve's
a ham radio operator.

"Can you find Steve
some work in communications?"

What she leaves out
is that he's a degenerate gambler,

who tries to bail himself out
by organizing truck hijacks.

We'll have to go over this with the boss.

Who no doubt has conveyed to you
that, uh, I'm persona non grata, right?

- Appreciate your help, Mike.
- Yeah.

I'll let myself out.

Zippo on canvass.

Mike Roberts just gave us a push
for the inside guy.

A Mike Roberts hire.

He runs security
for the truck company, Mike?

- As of the present moment.
- Anything?

We got a push on the dispatcher
for the setup guy.

- Where'd we get that?
- Mike Roberts.

Does this mean we should grab
the dispatcher or rule him out?

We got the delivery
company owner coming in.

- Pick up the dispatcher.
- Yeah.

Did Roberts seem down to you?

I'm not real keyed
into his moods.

- I'm not going one step further.
- Oh, you're not?

Do I look to you like I'm on Special K?

I'd be passed out
smacking my chin on the floor.

Possession, Joey,
refers to the illicit substance

on your person,
even if it's not also inside your tummy.

I was holding that deck for someone else.

Does the guy you were holding
it for call you "my friend the moron"?

- Andy.
- Yeah. Roberts, how's it going?

- All right. How you doing?
- Danny Sorenson.

- How's it goin'?
- How's it going? Danny.

Mike Roberts. He's retired off the job.

Joey Fink, holding for a friend.

- Yeah. Novel alibi.
- Anyways,

- good to meet you, Mike.
- You too.

Hey, don't budge off that
"holding for a friend."

It's absolutely gonna work for you.

Uh, homicide. This mope's a friend
of the DOA's son.

I'm security head for Citiwide Courier,

and we just had an unscheduled off-load
on one of the trucks.

Uh-huh.

I was just upstairs. I gave 'em a push
on the hump might have been involved.

- Good.
- Actually, you know what? Hey.

I was humpin' the hump's sister.
It was me that cleared him for the job,

so I feel a small element
of responsibility.

Anyways, Roberts, I gotta get up there.

- Hey, Andy, you got a minute?
- At the present?

Yeah. You... you got a minute
you could talk to me?

Upstairs, we could talk upstairs.

Please.

- You gonna let go of my hand?
- Yeah. Sorry.

I mean, is this about something else
and the deck was, like a leverage point?

That's a subject for when my partner
rejoins us, Joey.

Look, Special K does not wire you up,
all right?

It provides all the essential vitamins,
though, no?

Roberts and me are gonna briefly talk.

You don't mind if I borrow Andy
for a minute?

Oh, for God's sake.

Shut your mouth
till you're asked a question.

- Come on.
- Must have had a liberal upbringing.

Posture, Joey.

My point I'm trying to make,
I'm the opposite, theoretically, anyway.

Your drug of choice
is opposite from Special K?

I'm more theoretically with meth.

Appreciate you talking with me, Andy.

Why don't you, uh, plunge on ahead?

Look, I could, uh, kid you and, you know,

tell you it's a general story, or, uh,
mid-life crisis, buh-buh-buh.

The truth is, uh...

I'm getting sick with some
of the aspects of my work.

If you're asking do I see you
getting back on the job, I don't.

Look, I know the job
is history for me, Andy.

Since when have I been anything
if not realistic?

Unless you're talking about the times
that I was stupid,

for following my dick around
and so forth.

Anyways...

Anyways, as far as
getting this guy some work

'cause I'm banging his sister,

that's not gonna keep me up nights.
It's not like I knew he was a thief.

- What's keeping you up nights?
- Other stuff.

Information that I'm privy to.

Suspicions.

You know, there were times in my life...

when I'd look into the mirror...

and if I was in a situation
like I am right now,

I'd be looking in the mirror...

and I'd say to myself,

"The ship has just come
in for Mrs. Roberts' favorite son."

That's what I would say.

The ship's come in
'cause of something you know.

That would be my attitude
toward the present position that I'm in.

If it didn't come along
with certain things

that are making me sick right now.

You want to tell me what that position is?

Andy, my act was never to go looking
to hurt the weaker.

And I hope to God
you at least give me that much.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "Oh,
what about that junkie informant

"you were banging
and wound-up dead by her own hand?"

Is that what you're thinking about, Andy?

- I don't think you meant to hurt her.
- That's right. I did not.

But that's what's
making this the Titanic.

The ship that...
that finally come in for me.

That's what's making this a death boat,
all the connections with that!

What do you got, Mike?

I can't.

I can't.

I'm gonna make that
my confession quota for the day,

giving up Steve Jung.

I'll tell you something...

I'd sure like to Jimmy an elevator

and get trapped alone
with that Kirkendall.

Yeah, she's good-looking.

You know something?

If I was gonna tell anybody...

I'd tell you.

'Cause you always had a way
you could always break me down.

Am I right?

If I come in with some bogus story
or some bogus excuse,

I'd always have to make sure
that I, you know,

keep my eyes away from you.

Did you know that?

Hey, look, I know you got
a case of your own.

Next time you see me, pal...
I'll be on, uh...

Joyce Brothers, uh, call-in help line.

Or that other fruitcake. What's her name?
You know, the, uh, the dwarf, Dr. Ruth.

I'll be with her.

Thank you, Andy.

Andy, you know What a k-hole is?
You take too much Special K,

you fall into a k-hole. Right, Joey?

- Yeah. Which I'm not in.
- What joey's been explaining,

you're in your k-hole,
you're withdrawn and depressed.

- Yeah, verging on catatonic.
- Yeah, which joey is not.

Joey is a big believer in crystal meth.

Which joey himself admits
sometimes is prone

to making him ill-humored.

The point is, I'm not on Special K,

which the deck you found on me
is Special K.

Just trying to support
my original explanation,

that I was holding
that stuff for a friend.

Joey, you see me putting my jacket on?

That's because I'm feeling
a tremendous credibility hit

coming off you. And if you continue
to sustain that credibility hit

that I'm getting from you
off the little chat

that we had down the hall,

then I will personally
lead you down the steps,

hail a cab, in my jacket,
and send you on your merry way.

Now, let's go. Detective, please.

Now, let's do a walk-up start
on the deck subject, Joey, all right?

When's the last time
you were at your buddy,

Justin Candell's apartment?

I've never been to his apartment.

So, if we say a neighbor
saw you there yesterday...

No.

If we tell you the neighbor described you,
including your tattoos?

Whoever's your witness didn't see me.

Me and Justin hang out, we go to my place.
His mother's uptight.

You know this although
you were never at her place.

Justin's mother's a frequent subject
of Justin's conversation.

Look, what the hell is this?
Are you accusing me of doing something

- at Justin's mother's apartment?
- Well put.

Justin's mother got robbed
yesterday, Joey.

Maybe while you and Justin
were playing braille yesterday

On each other's heinies,
Justin suggests you take his mom off,

and he helps out
with the floor plan of her place.

I did not rob Justin's mom.

I don't go to Justin's mom's place,
and robbery's not my act.

'Cause hustlers don't do robberies,
right, Joey?

My own experience, them two combine
less than 60 to 70 percent of the time.

Look, are you gonna help me on that deck,
which could've been anybody's at the bar?

In exchange for what
concerning this robbery

would we make the deck go away?

The guy you want to talk
to just got out of Rikers.

Jerry Edwards. His act is breaking in.

And Justin fell in with him.

Where are we gonna find Jerry
that Justin fell in with?

Hustles pool on University.

Gets there around three.

This Jerry, he's got ink on him, too?

Prison work, though. It's sloppy.

Josh, could you take
that mope down to holding?

Sure.

Detectives, this is Seymour Epstein.

In connection with the death
you're investigating.

Appreciate you coming in.
I'm Danny Sorenson.

This is my partner, Andy Sipowicz.

- How do you do?
- Let's talk over here.

He's a very civilized young man,
your receptionist.

Yeah, he definitely raises the tone.

I can tell you're very saddened.

I went to grade school
with this woman's husband.

And I've attended
to that family's legal needs

for 30-some years.

Mrs. Candell's sister was telling us
you executed her mother's estate.

That's a very unpleasant woman,
Rita's sister.

You won't get no argument here.

It don't strike you she might have
organized something like this?

Killing her own sister?

The murder part
wouldn't have to be intended.

This looks like a robbery went bad.
The sister got tied up.

Vomited into the gag.

Mr. Epstein, being the family lawyer,

have you had any dealings
with the victim's son?

Justin's a ne'er-do-well.

And I certainly think
he's experimented with drugs.

We don't find him
having any criminal record.

That's a sentence I'd end with "yet."

Three times he's broached my financing
cockamamie business ideas,

and invariably he seems nearly comatose.

I think Justin's getting into trouble
with the legal system,

is just a matter of time.

Maybe today's his lucky day.

We got a place to look
for an associate of Justin's

- could've been involved in this.
- We'll keep you posted.

I'd be grateful.

Young man, young man.

Did it seem she'd suffered? Rita?

It didn't. No.

No. We both commented on that.

He's got no idea we like him?

Well, we told him it's SOP
us talking to him,

him working dispatch
for the victimized delivery firm.

Go at him off what Roberts gave us
on him gambling?

Remember to hide Mike.

Common knowledge in the office,
we'll tell him.

Yeah, yeah.
His gambling jones is common knowledge.

Maybe turn the screws
with that skell truck hijacker

- Roberts mentioned.
- Ramon Moreno.

Yeah. He's been seen consorting
with a known truck hijacker.

Ramon Moreno.

Well, he ain't gonna buy.
That's common knowledge.

Well, is Ramon locked up?

Ramon got grabbed up
the intervening period

on some outstanding warrant.

And obeyed his skell scumbag nature,
giving us Steve for inside guy

on the delivery truck job.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Unless you want him.

We're still waiting
for the owner to get here.

He's getting looked at
at his heart doctor's.

Roberts should carry liability insurance
against cardiac arrests

for all his clients.

You got any
money problems, Steve?

No.

I mean, everyone could use
more money, right?

You've gotten involved recently
with fast women or the like?

No.

- Drugs?
- No.

Gambling?

I mean, I like to gamble a little...
recreationally.

I like to go to the Meadowlands.

OTB.

But you're not having money problems.

Everybody's got money problems, all right?

What? Is that your point?

Yeah, I got a few money problems.

We're trying to give you a little basis
for an explanation, Steve.

'Cause we got you involved in this.

One of your co-conspirators

gave you up for organizing
this truck hijack.

- No way.
- Oh, yeah.

You think Ramon's gonna take it
on the chin himself?

Steve, we know that a gambling problem

can be every bit
as vicious as drugs or alcohol.

A guy gets in a hole,
his debts are mounting,

can't get no more credit
to win himself out.

Now, did Ramon solicit you
to get involved in these truck hijacks?

- Is Ramon really in custody?
- What kind of a question is that?

I think, he think he communicated
by, uh, telepathy?

'Cause I could give you something,
but that assumes Ramon is out.

All right. Assume Ramon is out.

For the sake of discussion,
assume he's out.

So in other words, you were lying.

Well...

Steve, the central question for you is,

how am I, Steve Jung, gonna help myself?

Yeah. If assuming Ramon's at liberty
gets you to that self-realization...

- Go ahead and do so.
- Yeah.

If I were to pinpoint another job
going off this afternoon...

I'd want a walk.

Going off this afternoon?

This afternoon, yes, this afternoon.

With Ramon that's not in custody.

I don't know about an absolute walk,

but within one of the next several
Breeders' Cups,

I can certainly imagine you in attendance.

Those breasts
are anatomically incorrect.

They're like, uh,
growing out of her collarbone.

- You ain't puttin' me back in Rikers.
- Does this look like Rikers, Jerry?

It looks like me gettin'
picked up at a pool hall,

hearing some wrong
form invalidated my release.

A form got filled out incorrectly.
We're gonna rectify that.

You don't gotta worry about it too much.

Where were you yesterday afternoon, Jerry?

- Out and about.
- Enjoying your newfound freedom?

You happen by Justin Candell's building?

You know, Justin Candell?

The kid you're teaching
the latest buggery advances from prison.

What's this invalidated form
needs to get straightened out?

So that wasn't you
at Justin Candell's building yesterday?

Having that conversation
with Mrs. Candell's neighbor

about being a delivery guy,
which you're not?

- Where's the form?
- There is no form, dimwit.

This is what you gotta deal with.
This, what I'm talking about.

- I was in the building. So what?
- Doing what?

I bang a broad there.

I gave a fake story to the neighbor,

'cause I don't want her husband
getting tipped off.

That's some nimble thinking there, Jerry.
Your brother Tom would be proud.

You inventing that.

- I ain't got no brother Tom.
- You see, you got character, Jerry.

My brother discovered the light bulb,

I'd be looking to cash
in on the family connection.

But you, you're out here
trying to make it on your own as a thief.

What's he talkin' about?

Oh, my partner's making a little joke,
Jerry.

Based on you giving the name "Edison"
at the gold trader in Chinatown.

Where you fenced
Mrs. Candell's stolen coins

after you got done robbing her.

And where they got your mug
on the surveillance camera

doing the transaction.

We got you at the scene,
we got you fencing the goods.

Now, this was a simple robbery, Jerry.

You want to annoy some judge
making him listen

to a parade of witnesses pick you out
or admit you did wrong?

You're very apologetic,
and maybe cut your time.

I ain't doin' no time.

It was a simple robbery
where no one got hurt.

And I'm prepared to give you
the guy who set it up.

Someone put you up to it?
That where you're goin'?

I did this strictly for hire.

I think that's gonna help you, Jerry.

I was given a map where the items were,

and I very gently handled that old woman.

Whose being there
was not part of the deal.

I made sure no harm come to her.

Who gave you the map
to the old woman's place?

This little faggot Justin.

She's his mother.

Justin didn't mention his mom being there?

Said she'd be out playing bridge
with her friends.

I still got the floor plans he drew up.
It's got his writing on it.

Attaboy, Jerry.
Got yourself off the hot seat.

Tell that old lady I was as gentle
as I could be, huh?

I mean, uh, I'm glad she didn't get hurt.

Yeah, good.

That gag wasn't too tight, right?

She told you how I readjusted it
for her, right?

- This Steve is a home run.
- What's he got?

The same crew's gonna stick up another one
of these delivery trucks.

- When?
- Hey, boss.

- That dispatcher Mike Roberts gave us.
- Yeah. Steve Jung.

He puts the same crew about to do another
job on Fourth.

Pretty greedy.

- Same way the other job went down?
- Yeah, exact same M.O.

With Anti-Crime,
we'll have enough people to cover it.

Um, have ESU set up
a staging area on Sixth.

- Yeah, good.
- Mike Roberts.

Even stopped clocks are right twice a day.

Even if only in a peripheral way.
You know what I mean, Lieutenant?

- You turned the case for us.
- No.

Even if only peripherally,

it's good to feel I helped.

Firm's owner, Mr. DiNovi.

Hey, they're on their way back,
Mr. DiNovi.

The detectives are on their way back

with the whole thievin',
miserable bunch of them in custody.

Not Steve Jung.

No. Jung, as I understand it,
was the inside man.

He's already in custody.

Jung that you got hired.

In fairness, I think,
Jung that I did a background check on.

Jung whose job ap you brought me.

Happy occasion.
Do we want to be quibbling about this now?

This your boss, Mike?

Yeah. Frank DiNovi, Citiwide Courier,
Lieutenant Arthur Fancy.

- How do you do?
- I want him questioned.

- What!
- I want to know if he was part of this.

Oh, this is amazing.

Mike Roberts provided the information
that broke this case.

Yeah. He also provided the guy
that set it up.

I want to know if they're in cahoots.

It so happens, Mr. DiNovi,

Steve Jung was recommended
to his position by a relative.

We never laid eyes on each other
until the day he started work.

But you gave him
a thorough background check.

Many reputable firms in my field
do not do hands-on interviews.

What relative recommended him,
some broad you were bangin'?

I'm not gonna dignify
that type of slander.

Um, here come the detectives

that caught the guys
that hijacked your truck.

Was this guy ever really a cop?

Yes, I was, you asshole!

It's his part of Italy, you know.

That's how they express gratitude,
you know,

they try to impugn your integrity.

That guy realize
the vital role Mike played?

Yeah. I told him Mike's
who broke the case.

Hey, worry not. I played Daffy Duck
in my high school play, you know?

It's like water off my back.

- I guess Andy's, uh, in on his case.
- Yeah. Doing an interview.

Yeah.

I get a really good hit off of that kid
he's workin' with.

Thanks for your help, Mike.

Oh, por nada, believe me.

Anything brings us proximity.

Hey, Rocky Marciano.
Hey, you, with the thunderin' right hand.

I don't have the vaguest idea
what you're talking about.

Well, that puts you in a large club.

Word to the wise, okay?

You listenin'?

I'm listening.

You got nothin' to fear from me,
you understand?

But that don't necessarily mean
that you got nothin' to fear.

What should I be afraid of?

Rich people got vanity.

They carry a grievance,

and they can afford their whims.

They carry a grievance
over getting knocked down?

Hey. I said What I'm gonna say,
you got your heads-up.

Give my regards to Barbra Streisand.

You want to find "half smart"
in the dictionary,

look for this pisspot's mug.

I didn't do it.

Sets his own mother up to be murdered,

and don't fathom
the importance of remorse.

I... did... not... do... it.

You didn't draw this?

I was under duress.
I was being threatened by Jerry Edwards.

Jerry was gonna force Justin
to have normal sex with a girl.

I screwed three women
for everyone you have.

- And I'm spotting you 30 years.
- What did you just say to my partner?

All I'm saying is that when I'm high...

I'm down for anything.

Try to wrap your mind around that.

Well, here's the impression you make
from an earthling's perspective, Justin.

You get your mother murdered,

and you're here stacking scores up
with my partner.

How Justin's feeling
I don't need to build up a right attitude.

I'm not totally ridiculous
with this half-assed alibi.

No jury member's gonna
take my duress map defense

for an insult to their intelligence.

Yeah. Cock-and-bull story
like that's gonna offend no one.

Make 'em want to authorize
Justin getting a hole punched in him

someplace where it hasn't been before,
and getting some poison shot in.

Yeah, 'cause none of them jury members
have mothers of their own.

Justin. Justin!

You're not falling
into your k-hole, are you?

What do you know about a k-hole, huh?

What I've been told, it's an ugly place.
You get really depressed.

You don't want to go down there.

I mean, I can't believe
that you're suggesting

that I wanted my mother dead.

He's in the k-hole.

We're not suggesting nothin', Justin.
We're here like visual aids.

So you can imagine
what a jury will be thinking

watching you sitting there in your k-hole,

shriveling up like a straw wrapper
in a campfire with your map defense.

Are you aware that Tuesdays
are my mother's bridge days?

She hasn't missed
a Tuesday bridge game in...

12, 15 years.

K-logic.

I'm gonna write this.

But I'm gonna write what I want to write.

It starts a long time ago,
between my mother and me.

But in our galaxy, right?

It came through in the statement
how she treated me?

Yeah. You gave that real strong play,
your mother's shortcomings.

- She ruined my life.
- Who are you talking about, Justin?

Are you talking about your mother?

It's Seymour Epstein, Justin.

- Are you representing me?
- Did you kill your mother?

I confessed to having
laid out the floor plan

and believing that
she'd be out playing bridge.

Period.

You loathsome little son of a bitch.

- What?
- My kind of lawyer.

I'm not representing you.

I wish to God you'd never been born.

I want a different attorney.

Yeah, we'll see who's available
from the A list.

Josh, you want to hook him up
down in holding?

- They hook me up?
- Get him outta here.

What were you, Justin,
thinking your day took a lucky turn?

Jerk, that kid.

She was a wonderful woman.

I loved her.

That's, uh, gotta make it
more complicated.

I stood back.

When Howie and I had crushes,
I stood back.

When he proposed to her.

When he died, I stood back.

Waiting for her to appreciate
the years I'd waited.

How honorable my waiting had been.

Howie, I take it, was her spouse.

Don't stand back, young man.

I understand.

It's not enough to understand.

I've understood things my whole life,

and I've never lived a minute.

And now my minute is over.

Don't get him anyone good.

Don't worry.

- So Roberts give you a live one.
- Yep.

Was he in to collect his kudos?

Got handed his ass instead.

Guy from the truck courier service
dressed Mike down in front of us.

'Cause Mike vouched for the dispatcher
set the hijacks up.

He told me, he was bangin'
this guy's sister?

Sounds like par for the course
for this guy.

Oh, you're talking a classic screw-up,
Mike Roberts.

He give any indication he was involved
with something else, Roberts?

He didn't say anything.

Hmm. He wanted to get involved with Jill.

Yeah. Kind of a sorry-ass guy.

Oh, he's... he's a classic sorry ass,
Mike Roberts.

Good night.

- Yeah, good night.
- Strong in the streets today, partner.

Yeah. We're a very imposing quartet.

Good night, John.

Good night.

Not that he was involved
with something else, though, Roberts?

- Some type jackpot?
- Like against his conscience.

Go against Mike's conscience,
it'd be organizing a nuclear attack.

- Something on that order.
- Right.