All language subtitles for LA Law s01e12 Sidney, the Dead Nosed Reindeer

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Where is my son?

He's been very well cared for.

Where is he? Go to your mother's home.

Honey?

You look great, Sid. I feel great.

A couple of weeks in the laughing
academy.

A little psychotherapy.

I'm good as new.

I need a big favor, Mike. I got a case I
just can't handle. I got this woman.

Bunch of cops.

Blow into her apartment.

Middle of the night, looking for drugs.
He killed her kid. She shoots back. Self

-defense. And wounds one of the cops.

They arrest her for attempted murder.

She needs help, Mike.

They shot Sarah.

They killed my baby.

For the record, detective, please state
your name and address.

Detective Sergeant Horace Flint.

1438 Atwater Street, Van Nuys. Could you
describe the events leading up to your

going to the home of Nina Emmons on the
night of July 30th, 1986?

We had a warrant for the arrest of one
DeWitt James, whose last known address

was 9220 Chateau Street, apartment 50.

What was the warrant for?

Possession of a controlled substance and
felonious assault.

Can you tell us what happened?

Myself... Officers Clayton and Todd went
to the door of the apartment, knocked

and announced ourselves.

There was no response. We then obtained
entry forcibly.

Once inside the apartment, we announced
ourselves as members of the Los Angeles

Police Department.

The perpetrator leveled what appeared to
be a 20 -gauge shotgun at us.

I instructed her to drop her weapon. She
refused. She then fired, hitting me in

the midsection.

My fellow officers returned fire.

When you say you knocked on the door,
what did you say as you knocked?

I said Los Angeles Police Department.

Then, Sergeant, you say you obtained
entry forcibly. How did you do that? I

kicked in the door.

One kick?

One kick.

You must be a strong guy, Sergeant.

Now, what did you see when you came
through the door?

First room was dark.

Didn't appear to be anyone in it.

We moved into the bedroom, and it was
there that we encountered the

Sergeant.

When the perpetrator, as you called her,
leveled what you said appeared to be a

20 -gauge shotgun at you, did you at
that time produce any badge or ID card

identifying yourself as a police
officer?

I did that as soon as we entered the
apartment. I thought you said there was

one in the front room. If there was no
one in the front room, there was no one

to display your badge to. The question
is, did you display your badge to Nina

Emmons when you entered her bedroom?

No, I did not.

And why is that, Sergeant?

I didn't happen to have a free hand at
the moment. Well, where were your hands,

Sergeant? They were wrapped around my
gun, Counselor.

What about your fellow officers, Clayton
and Todd, Sergeant? Did either of them

produce a badge or ID card?

Ask them.

Did you happen to see little Sarah
Emmons sleeping in the bed, Sergeant?

Yeah.

I saw her.

Did you see her before or after you
opened fire?

Objection. Assuming fact's not in
evidence.

Hey, you think I'm happy that baby died?

The baby didn't die, Sergeant.

The baby was killed.

And you want to know something?

Better her than me. That's a noble
thought.

There's nothing more noble than getting
out alive.

Let's stick with the format, shall we,
gentlemen?

And I want all this colloquy off the
record. I don't give a damn if it's on

off the record. You ever go through a
door, Mr. Cusack?

You never went through a door. You know
why you never went through a door?

Because you send me. My back is screwed
up. I've been shot four different times.

I'm going to be 46 next month. I feel
like I'm 70. We all have our jobs to do.

Yeah. Well, let's trade for a while. You
come down here and I'll go up there.

I'll put on the $700 suit, sit at the
big desk and look out the window. You

strap on the Roscoe and go kicking in
doors. Are you suggesting that you

shouldn't be held accountable for what
you do because your work is dangerous?

I'm suggesting that I'd rather be tried
by 12 than carried by 6.

And the only thing I regret about the
night of July 30th, 1986 is that she got

me before I got her.

Does that mean that I'm not sorry a
little girl is dead? I'm very sorry

dead. Do I lose any sleep over it?

No, I do not.

I wish Nina Emmons could say the same.

Let me ask you a question.

What would you have done if it was you
walking into a one -eyed stare?

I don't know. I've never faced that
situation.

Well, face it now.

I know the impulse at this time of year
is to allow one's professional

responsibilities to take second money to
holiday revelry or holiday despondency

or both.

But I would suggest to all of you that
in an office that is both overworked and

understaffed, such indulgence is
perilous at best.

In short, the courts stay open for
business and so must we.

Now, Stanton versus Stanton. Settling.

Hall versus Atwood Wade. Uh, contract
dispute.

Atwood Wade is marketing a self
-squeezing teabag, which my client

claims to have invented.

His employment contract entitles him to
share in the royalties and the licensing

arrangements if he did.

Emmons versus City of Los Angeles Police
Department.

I have one more deposition to take this
afternoon.

People versus Emmons.

Trial set for January 12th.

It's obvious they filed the criminal
case as a bargaining chip against the

wrongful death suit.

As that brings us current, a final word
as concerns the upcoming Christmas

party. My suggestion is that we limit
the alcoholic selection to beer and

order a minimal number of plates and
cups with an idea toward reducing

consumption, and that the food be
something along the lines of subs are

which would provide us with all the cold
cuts, coleslaw, and condiments we

require. and which throws in free
-serving utensils to boot.

Well, that sounds like a truly joyous
affair, Douglas.

It sounds like an S .P. Fred part.

Arnold, why don't you oversee the
necessary arrangements?

If that's taken care of, I suggest we
adjourn.

Hi, Tim.

Hey, they're late.

It's a ploy. Don't let it get to you.

I don't think Marina's looking to make a
killing. I think she's just looking to

get out.

That's all either of us is looking for.
That generally makes things a lot

easier. I think we just both realize
that the things that make a great

are a little different than the things
that make a great weekend.

If we'd stuck to the weekends, we'd have
been fine. Known as irreconcilable

differences. Yeah.

That's us, all right.

We don't even fight anymore.

We just change the subject.

About the only thing we have going for
us is a queen -size bed.

Now you don't have to hear all this.

Hey.

If it helps to talk about it. The thing
I don't understand is how sex could be

so good when everything else is so bad.

I mean, Maureen is the most giving woman
I've ever been with in my whole life.

And it's not just that she loves sex.

Although I will tell you, she loves sex.

She just gets off on giving someone else
pleasure.

She just loved to make me happy.

Totally spontaneous, you know what I
mean?

I don't know why I'm telling you all
this.

You don't have to have a reason, Tim.
I'm your lawyer.

I could be driving.

I can't tell you the number of near
accidents we had coming home at night on

Santa Monica freeway.

I started taking Pico, just hit a couple
of red lights.

Could be at a movie, at a restaurant.

She just didn't care.

She sounds like quite a special person.

Arnie, they're here.

I don't think we have a problem here,
Mr. Becker. The condo and the timeshare

are both community property. You're not
averse to putting the condo on the

market, I take it? Not at all.

Maureen would like to hold on to the
timeshare so she can buy Tim out from

share of the condo proceeds.

Excuse me, Jeanette. I'd just like to
ask a question here.

Would it be all right if I paid that off
in a few installments instead of all at

once? The reason is I'm trying to fix up
a place for myself to live, and I was

hoping to do it out of some of the
money.

Tim?

It's all right.

As long as it's secured, I don't have a
problem with it.

Great.

Now, there's a pair of diamond earrings
and a watch that I would like deemed

separate property.

Miss Brower, I've got to tell you, to
me, that opens up a whole can of worms.

We're going to go back and forth on
what's separate and what's not.

I thought that's what we wanted to
avoid.

It's okay.

I want her to have them. Well, she can
still have them, Tim. I just want to see

something on your side of the table to
balance them out.

Tim knows that if he wants something, he
can take it.

The truth is, if Jeanette wasn't in the
picture, I'd probably just have packed

up a suitcase and that would be that.

I think Tim will tell you I'm not the
calculating type.

Ask for this or you'll end up with that.

I come in straight.

I don't hold anything back.

And I just assume other people are the
same.

Sometimes I'm wrong.

Sometimes I'm not.

How many rounds did you fire, Officer
Clayton?

I emptied my chambers. Which would be
six, is that right?

Right. Did you reload?

Yeah, you always reload after you get
off the sixth. How many times did Nina

Emmons fire, Officer Clayton?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

You're not sure?

Well, let me ask you this.

How many spent shells were recovered in
the room?

Just one.

I think, just one. But you had already
laid down six rounds, and you were ready

to lay down another six, weren't you,
Officer?

Look.

I didn't want to shoot at all.

I didn't see any baby in that room.

All I saw was the gun.

I was so afraid of getting shot, letting
my partners down.

I thought I was aiming low, but the gun
kept jumping on me.

I didn't know that baby was there until
the lady started screaming.

The whole thing probably lasted 15
seconds.

Noise, smoke.

And then it was over.

The lady screaming.

And Flint was moaning on the floor.

And me standing there with this damn gun
in my hand, shaking.

I kneeled down and held a compress on
Flint.

And all the time I'm looking over at the
bed.

And that kid lying there.

And I can't stop shaking.

Mister.

Everything changed in that room that
night, you know?

On account of little kids aren't
supposed to get shot and die.

They're supposed to live forever.

Michael.

Sid Hershberg.

Oh.

Thanks, Elizabeth.

Oh, not too bad.

Yeah, for a drugged -out,
psychodepressive wacko.

Don't throw those clinical terms at me.
How you doing, Sid?

You know, I go through bouts of
depression, but at least these drugs

some of the fight out of me.

I haven't swung on anyone in a couple of
hours.

Oh, God, Mike.

Truth is, it's a bitch.

I'm trying to pretend there's some
meaning in what we do.

Well, what about Nina Emmons? She's out
of jail. She has a hell of a shot at a

wrongful death claim.

There's meaning in that.

I want you to know I appreciate you
having taken this over.

I hate like hell to see this woman get
sent away just because I was one brick

shy of a full load.

Forget it, Sid.

I didn't do anything you wouldn't have
done.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But while we're on the subject of
appreciation, I have to tell you,

I'm really grateful to you.

You were there for me.

I'm a lawyer, Sid, like you.

I took on a case.

I'm not talking about the case.

You were there for me.

Come on, Sid.

When I was in the hospital, you were the
only one to come see me.

I like you, Sid.

Even if you are nuts.

Nobody else, Mike.

And I want you to know, it meant a lot.

Well, I'm just glad to see you back.

It's been tough.

I won't lie to you about that.

I honestly didn't know if I'd ever be
able to walk into a courtroom again.

If I'd be able to get out of my own
room, for that matter.

Looks like you made it.

We'll find out today.

I'm, uh, in Division 50 this afternoon.

Why don't you come see me in action?

What kind of case?

Solicitation. A jury trial for
solicitation?

The girl didn't want to go to jail.

The D .A. didn't want to let her walk
with a fine.

Well, if I get a chance, I'll drop by.

If you could, Mike.

Friendly faces.

It's a nice thing to see. Yeah.

When one brews oneself a cup of tea, the
common practice is to allow the bag to

steep a while in the cup.

Then place the bag inside the concave
portion of the spoon, wrap the string

several times around both bag and spoon,
and by tucking on the string, wring the

bag before discarding.

Now, what I have designed is a tea bag.

which by dint of a heat -sealed covering
of polyethylene, 0 .57 millimeters

thick, bent in half, permits one to
simply slide the tag downwards, ring

the bag without use of string or spoon.

Quite ingenious.

Thank you.

Is this the first thing that you've
invented, Mr. Hull?

Oh, my goodness, no.

I've developed numerous advances in the
manufacturing of key bags.

both to facilitate the osmotic action
when immersed in water, and as involves

the actual attachment of tag and string.

And did you receive extra compensation
for these inventions?

Yes, per my contract.

But it never amounted to very much.

Whereas this... I

suppose there's no fool like an old
fool.

In any event...

I sat in Mr. Atwood Wade's office not
six months ago. I presented him with

drawings, with prototypes, everything
necessary to begin production, which is

exactly what he's done.

Except that he now claims the entire
process was his idea, and I'm entitled

be compensated not one whit.

As far as teabags go, this figures to be
a big item?

Big? This figures to be the biggest
breakthrough in teabag technology since

Lipton people developed the W -fold.

since Sir Henry Addison isolated Orange
Pico.

Not to appear immodest, Miss Kelsey, but
this is a watershed event, and I'll

not be robbed of my moment in history.

The long and the short of it, Nina, is
they're worried.

They don't want to go to court on a
wrongful death claim.

They don't want to risk a jury verdict.

They don't want publicity.

So the offer is to drop the attempted
murder charges in exchange for a

Which means what?

You can walk if you drop your suit.

Just like that? No probation, no
nothing?

No nothing.

What do you think?

I think a thing.

They don't have a case against you, and
they know it.

What they want is for you to drop the
case you have against them.

In other words, they're looking to get
something for nothing.

Yeah, well, that's nothing new, Mr.
Cusack.

You think I can get money for my baby,
right?

Absolutely.

And you don't think I'll end up going to
jail?

No, I don't.

If you hadn't taken my case over, I'd
still be sitting in that cell.

Here's to my man, Mr. Cusack.

And I appreciate what you did in getting
me out.

But I believe I'd like to take their
offer.

It's not a good offer, Nina.

Yeah, I'm sure it isn't. But see, you're
somebody who feels lucky.

You get out there and you figure I'm
going to do okay.

And you're right most of the time.

But I don't feel lucky.

I figure I'm going to lose.

And I'm also right most of the time. You
could do better.

I could also do worse.

Now, if they're willing to let me keep
my kids and not spend any time in jail,

then I'll cut my losses right here.

They're bad enough already.

You see, the prosecution would have you
believe as they do.

That this case should not be wasting
your time.

That the defendant is a common whore in
a garden variety solicitation case.

And that she should just take her
medicine, do her 30 days or her six

then do her parole, and be done with it.

One could argue, what real difference
does it make if she goes to prison

or goes free.

She isn't famous, nor is she rich.

When she dies, she will not rate even
one line in the newspaper.

There may well be no one there to
grieve.

She will live out her life, be it long
or short,

in the sort of...

Pervading anonymity.

That permits us to dismiss her.

And dismiss her without a second
thought.

I have to ask myself.

How many more of us are dismissed in the
same manner on this rock -hard earth?

When the reaper's scythe is on the
backswing.

What distinguishes any one of us?

What do any of us do with our lives that
mark us as worthy of consideration?

Quite honestly, I'm at a loss to say.

Isn't it that once we had dreams?

Maybe that we've been children.

That we've known Christmas.

What I always thought Christmas was
about is a kind of free pass.

A time of saying, hey, you don't have to
earn it.

We'll consider you.

The least of you. And we'll do it
strictly on faith.

Christmas goes.

The audition continues.

And each one of us is sent back to
hammer on his own personal anvil.

With the idea that we will be hammering
until our hearts stop.

And someone kindly pays us to rest.

to Lurleen Connors.

And I hope... you will consider her.

I thank you.

Atlanta.

Rams. Arnie, Mrs. Stanton is on the
other line. She says it's very

Bears, Redskins, and Chargers.

Yeah, that's it.

Okay, I'll talk to you on Monday.

Bye -bye, thanks.

Mrs. Stanton.

All right, Maureen.

Tonight.

Listen, is your lawyer okay with this?

You sure?

Okay.

Eight o 'clock.

I'll see you there.

All right, bye -bye.

I thought we swore to each other. No
time for shopping, no presents.

I know.

It's just a little something.

You've been a good friend, Ann.

I can't resist toy stores.

You get to assemble it. Eric gets to
play with it.

Actually, Jim is going to have Eric for
the holidays.

I thought he was going to let you see
him on Christmas Day.

Changed his mind.

Oh.

How about spending some time with Stuart
and me?

I have a major project.

I'm going to clean out all my closets
and drawers.

You have no idea how disgusting.

Excuse me, ladies. Am I breaking up a
personal moment here?

Abby Perkins, Vinnie La Rosa.

You're probably too young to remember
Julius La Rosa. The singer, you mean?

Are you related to him? You're kidding
me, right?

You can't see it in the face?

Very nice to meet you.

Pleasure.

Look, I don't want you to get nervous
here. I'm going to do this in such a way

as to keep the damage to a minimum.

I did a preliminary sift through, Miss
Kate.

And I don't know. There might be a few
items here that might be worth a look.

I say to myself, what could the garbage
from a place like Atwood Wade be like?

Crumpled bits of papers, probably.

Maybe some tea bags.

Clean, though.

Forget about it. Garbage is garbage.

And theirs don't smell like vanilla ice
cream cone.

Mr. Hall?

Ann Kelsey.

Atwood Wade's secretary. What's her
first name?

Gisela.

Thank you, Mr. Hall. I'll be speaking to
you.

Who's the letter to?

Mistress Gisela.

Can I get you something from the bar?

A Fleischman's and a beer, please.

I'll have whatever she's having.

What's behind this, he thought to
himself?

Why would my client's wife call me and
ask me if I'm free for dinner?

It is an intriguing question.

Want me to answer it for you?

Only if I won't be disappointed.

As soon as you walked into that
conference room yesterday, I knew I was

go to bed with you.

I can't put it any other way than that.

That's okay. That way's fine.

Excuse me.

Here you go.

Disappointed? You seem a little, uh,
distracted.

No, actually, I was just offering up a
prayer of thanksgiving and gratitude for

God's great gifts.

Oh, so he gets credit, does he? Yeah, he
gets the credit, I get you.

And what do I get?

Anything you want.

You're not put off?

Not hardly.

I'm glad.

You see, Arnie, I don't have the time or
the inclination for subtlety.

And I dropped the pretense of being a
good little girl the day I took off the

white blouse and plaid skirt that I wore
to Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow.

I would like to have seen you in that
plaid skirt and blouse.

That can be arranged.

Shall I start saying my Hail Marys now
for what it is I'm about to do? I have a

feeling you'd better. As far as sin
goes, I think this is going to be a big

Merry

Christmas.

I know how you get this time of year,
so...

I'll pick him up on Monday, okay?

Thank you.

For what it's worth, I'm not drinking.

That by itself makes a whole lot of
things much clearer.

Come on.

Hi, I'm glad you're here to help me
decorate the tree Do you

want

to hang a little drum

Honey, I really do love you.

And you know that.

Don't you?

Just out of curiosity.

Did Tim tell you anything about me?

No, not really.

Poor Tim.

Yeah, well... I guess it wasn't

too realistic to think that his name
wouldn't come up somewhere along the

I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt
him.

Of course not.

But now, you can put that chapter of
your life to rest, and you

can begin taking care of yourself.

Not to mention taking care of you.

couple of things decent

What do we got, Mike?

Are we ready to sign some papers?

Well, why don't we start with what we
don't got?

No way, no how, my client's gonna walk
away from a good chance at a multi

-million dollar jury verdict.

In return for the DA dropping a case
that's gonna fold anyway the first time

make a motion to dismiss.

When's the last time you heard of a
wrongful death award in the millions for

black infant female?

Am I giving refresher courses here or
what?

What does she want?

I don't even want to go to her with less
than a quarter million.

You went to her with a thousand dollars
and a bigger apartment and the project,

she'd think she died and went to heaven.

Assuming I can get my boss to agree to
it, which is by no means a safe

assumption.

Would 50 grand square this away?

50 grand?

That's insulting, Scanlon. Yeah?

Anybody ever insult your client like
that before? Nobody ever murdered her

before, either. All right, look.

If I can come up with a hundred grand,
have we got a deal?

You come up with a hundred grand, get
the D .A. to drop the case with

expunge her records of the arrest, and I
think maybe I can sell it.

But no tricks. I don't want this woman
coming away from this with as much as a

traffic ticket. Yeah, yeah, all right.

You work it out on your end, I'll work
it out on mine.

Going to Hirschberg's funeral?

Yeah.

You think of it.

Pay my respects, will you?

Although Sidney Hirschberg's life was
taken far too soon, we must not judge

or those pressures which he found, for
whatever reason, unendurable.

Although I personally never had the
pleasure of knowing this man, his

leaves us that much poorer.

He'll be missed by his friends, his
colleagues, his clients who were

by him, who benefited from his
experience, his wisdom, his

Now I would ask any of Sidney's friends
or loved ones to come forward and speak

in his memory.

By the way, do you prefer to be called
simply Mr. Atwood or Mr. Atwood Wade?

Atwood Wade is the correct appellation.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Nice. Earl Grey?

I believe it is, yes.

You said you wished to discuss an
omission in discovery?

Yes. You failed to produce a document
that I asked for.

And which document might that be?

The transcription of notes taken at the
meeting at which my client presented his

invention to your client.

There were no notes taken at that
meeting. My client seemed to think that

Gisela Radford was taking copious notes
at that meeting.

No notes.

You did have a meeting.

If you could call it that.

Gunther Hall came into my office and
started rambling on about a self

tea bag.

Well, I stopped him after approximately
30 seconds and told him that we'd had

that idea under development for at least
six months.

And that was that.

Miss Radford.

Exactly what he said happened. In other
words, it's the two of you against the

word of my client.

That would appear to be a correct
evaluation.

You wouldn't have any reason to lie for
Mr. Atwood Wade, would you, Miss

Radford? What are you suggesting?

A personal relationship, perhaps. A
uniquely intimate relationship between

Ackley and Gisela.

As you've crossed over the line of good
taste, Miss Kelsey, I must ask you now

to leave.

As you wish.

We can do this in open court instead.

However, I must warn you that I do
intend to impeach the testimony of Miss

Radford with evidence of that very
relationship.

What evidence are you talking about?

I'd rather not say at this moment, but I
do have reason to believe, Mr.

Atwoodway, that there are certain
articles of Miss Radford's clothing

find to be particularly compelling.

including, but not limited to, her
shoes.

What would it take?

Ackley! Gisela, please.

My client only wants what's fair.

May I ask what's going on here?

Of course you may.

I believe your client is agreeing to pay
my client that to which he is

contractually entitled.

Am I correct, Mr. Atwood -Wade?

Mistress Gisela, it's you who are
powerful, and I only are a calcitrant

boy who needs to be taught his lesson,
to suffer every bit of the humiliation

and derision I deserve, to wait until
your Yorkie has eaten his fill that

I might have a bit of the kibble he's
left over.

If I could but worship at the altar of
your shoes.

wincing with exquisite pain at the sharp
jab of your heel. I would be for you an

abject slave until the end of time.

Do with me what you will.

Your loyal spongebob, Ackley.

An idea.

I actually find that to be a very moving
letter.

Knock yourself out, Gordon.

Hey, Gracie.

Merry Christmas, Victor.

Did he snubby that to you, too?

I thought you were doing that court.

I am.

But the judge got a case of Christmas
spirit.

Hallelujah.

Is Cusack around?

Yes, somewhere.

See ya.

Merry

Christmas,

Iris.

There, then.

Can I?

Oh.

First -year law student has to have a
briefcase.

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's just beautiful.

What's that inside there?

Black's Law Dictionary. Oh, it's a must.

Thank you, Leland.

Not just for the briefcase, but for your
support and encouragement.

Just remember there's plenty more where
that came from.

Good luck, Iris.

Merry Christmas.

I made it myself.

It's beautiful, Roxanne. You sure you
really like it or you wouldn't have

had blue?

It's perfect.

I forgot my mistletoe. Well, you don't
need it, Arnie.

I got you a little something, too.

Antique marcasite and pearl.

It's gorgeous.

I'm really beat.

One cup of eggnog?

Arnie?

Hi.

I want to apologize for putting you in
this position.

You didn't exactly do it by yourself.

So what does that make us?

Partners in crime?

I sure as hell feel like a criminal.

I do too, Arnie.

But I know that all day today I really
wanted to talk to someone.

And as much as I fought it, the person I
wanted to talk to was you.

I guess we just let things get out of
control.

That's it.

An innocent guy, a guy who trusted both
of us, is made to suffer.

Does it make it any better that we're
suffering too?

We're guilty.

We're supposed to suffer. I know.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

We could have at least waited, Maureen.
We didn't have to hurt him the way we

did. I mean, he's a nice guy.

That's true, Arnie.

Unlike you and me, he is nice.

But you know something?

Nice people are real killers.

The ones like Tim, nice, vulnerable,
wearing that vulnerability -like body

armor, constantly reminding you it's
there.

You know where Tim is now.

He's at an orgy of his own imagination.

While you and I have been beating
ourselves with guilt and remorse, he's

writhing in ecstasy at his vision of us
together.

Come on, Maureen, don't you think that's
taking it a little too far?

Really?

Tell me the truth.

Did he tell you things about me?

Of course he did.

He likes to do that.

Tell people things.

The car rides, the movie theaters.

He had a friend with a two -seater Alfa.

One night we were all driving to a
party.

Go with Tom, he said.

I'll meet you there.

We arrived every bit as late as he knew
we would.

We're not betraying him, Arnie.

We're giving him exactly what he wants.

I'm gonna lock the door.

What is it, Mickey?

You know how many people showed up for
Sid Hirschberg?

How many?

Maybe ten.

His wife looked relieved.

The rabbi didn't even know him.

Nobody had anything to say.

This poor bastard couldn't keep the gun
from his head.

And nobody cried.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, Mickey.