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Dad, I'm home.

What you got there?

Oh, that? Don't worry about that.

I'll have a new job before any of that happens.

You hungry?

How about some mac and cheese?

-The hell is going on? Hey! -Damn!

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Get out of here! Go!

Just go!

Now!

You're good, I'm good.

I like your mask, you like my mask.

So, what's the ask?

Excuse me?

Come on, Anna.

Y-You've been too busy for five weeks

to chat on the phone with your dad.

And then today you want to come to me

and buy me fancy coffee and a nice scone?

Your dad wasn't born yesterday, so talk to me.

What's the ask?

Two things.

Two things?

I'm seeing someone.

I've been seeing someone.

Well, hey, that's great. That-that makes me happy.

Great. 'Cause I-I want you to meet him.

I want to meet him.

Uh-- Okay.

So, what's the second ask?

He needs a lawyer.

What?

So, what's this guy's problem?

This guy I've never met.

What'd he do? Why's he need a lawyer?

No, he didn't do anything. It's for one of his students.

Oh, he's a teacher.

Okay. I like that.

Actually, he's a writer.

A really talented, published writer.

He has had quite a few short stories published online.

He wrote a book review for the Times.

Um, and he's almost done with his first novel.

Okay. I'm impressed.

He also teaches a creative writing workshop

at an after-school program for underprivileged kids.

So, okay.

I get it. Look, the thing is,

is that I, I can't just take a case because I want to.

I work for somebody.

Oh, I know, I know.

But surely an incredible lawyer like yourself

can convince your boss to take the case.

So now I'm an "incredible" lawyer, huh?

Hey.

Come on in.

Hi.

Hey.

Uh, it's great to meet you, Brooks.

Pleasure to meet you, too, Mr. Palmer.

Oh, we're doing that.

-Okay. -And thank you for agreeing

to-to see me today.

I mean, about this other matter.

Believe me, this is not how I imagined

we would be meeting.

Doesn't matter how it happens.

Good news is, here we are, right?

Uh, and I've heard nothing but, uh,

great things about you, Brooks.

Oh, I wonder from whom.

Yeah. So, you know what? Why don't you grab a seat?

I'm gonna sneak out in the hallway for just a second.

Anna, can I steal you for a moment?

So, what do you think?

How old is that man?

He's 30.

Does he know that you're only 21?

Only 21?

I mean, h-he's a grown man.

He's g-- a man, and-and he's grown.

He's o-- He's old enough to be your...

My boyfriend. I know.

I'm telling you, I have worked with this kid for two years now.

He's a good person.

He's a-a bright kid,

and he's an exceptionally talented writer,

especially for his age.

The thing is, Mr. Palmer,

this kid has never caught a break in his life.

His mom died when he was little.

His father's been in and out of work.

They've even been homeless a couple of times.

I'm not saying this is in any way an excuse

to break the law, but...

There has to be something you can do.

Yes.

Uh, look, I'd love to help.

But as I've tried to explain to my daughter,

it's not exactly up to me.

Especially when we're taking about taking the case pro bono.

Oh, no. I-I'm not expecting you

to do this pro bono.

I'm-- I am happy to pay for your help.

Well, that's very nice of you,

but... look around.

This place comes with more bells and whistles

than your traditional law firm.

And they don't come cheap.

No, no. I'm aware.

And I'm assuming this could run into six figures,

but I'm comfortable with that.

What's their ETA?

Do they even have an ETA?

I don't know what to tell you.

I have left several messages.

I keep getting the father's phone,

I leave him a voice mail...

This is what I get for going to court

without meeting the client first.

Courtroom 32. This is it.

Mr. Hartwell. Callum.

Mr. Palmer?

-Yes, that's me. This is Dr. Jason Bull.

Mr. Hartwell, Callum.

He's looking at some pretty serious charges.

First degree robbery

and grand larceny.

Just so you know what you're staring at there,

the maximum penalty for those two crimes

is 25 years in prison.

Uh-- No, no. 25 years? No, he...

But there is good news.

Because you're 14,

and because you don't have a record,

I'm able to ask the judge to consider

moving your case from criminal court to family court.

And if the judge agrees, then there's a possibility

you could walk away from this whole thing with just probation.

Do you know what probation is?

Here's the thing.

The judge is far more likely to move the case

if the prosecutor doesn't object.

Now, we spoke to the prosecutor this morning,

and she is willing to agree to all this on one condition.

You have to tell her the names

of the people you were working with.

You have to give her the name of every person

who was involved with you

in the commission of this crime.

Okay, but...

What if there's nothing to tell?

What if I did this whole thing myself?

Callum, Mr. Palmer and I know that's not true.

The prosecutor knows that's not true.

Somebody drove away in the Range Rover when you were caught.

Callum, we can't help you if you lie to us.

Callum, what are you doing?

You need to tell these people who did this.

Who put you up to this.

You got to tell us something before we walk

into that courtroom, or this deal's gonna disappear.

Callum, who drove off in the car?

I'm sorry, but...

I can't tell you that.

Hey! Anybody from my campaign stop by

this morning to drop off some boxes?

Boxes? I didn't see any boxes.

Danny, did you see any boxes?

Uh, nope.

And what's all this talk about a campaign?

Taylor? Do you know anything about this?

About what?

Thank you.

Look who's here.

You coming in to get an extra large,

or did you just drop in to say hi?

Mr. COVID Candidate.

How goes the no handshaking,

no baby-kissing, no hot dog-eating campaigning?

It goes.

Did Bull tell you about our excellent morning in court?

Oh, yeah, I just got off the phone with him.

Now, here's the problem, Chunk.

The police believe that stolen Range Rover

is just one in a string

of high-end car thefts in the area.

They can't all be kids, right?

No. No, no. It's too difficult

to fence expensive cars like that.

Yeah, there's got to be an adult somewhere calling the shots.

-Yeah.

So, what's your backup plan?

I mean, if you can't find one of these adults in time?

They're charging this kid Callum with first-degree robbery.

Right? First degree meaning that the robbery

involved, uh, some serious physical injury,

a-a dangerous weapon

or a-a deadly instrument, right?

Which it did.

I mean, Bull said the kid went after the guy with a hammer.

Yeah... but he didn't.

He defended himself with the hammer.

The hammer was meant to be a tool to get into the car.

You know, smash a window.

It was never meant to be a weapon.

The plan the whole time was

to steal the car when nobody else was around.

And your point is...?

If I can prove that the hammer was never meant to be a weapon,

but that he only used it in self-defense

when the owner of the car attacked him,

then that takes the first-degree robbery charge off the table.

And we're only looking... at grand larceny.

Ah.

Which gives your kid a chance at probation instead of jail time.

It's just my opinion, but...

that's pretty good, Chunk.

So, Officer Pearce...

when you arrived on the scene that night, did you find

any evidence to corroborate Mr. Shoemaker's statement that

Callum Hartwell used a weapon to force him

from his vehicle?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

We recovered a hammer from the scene

that had Callum Hartwell's fingerprints on it.

Now, in his opening statement,

Defense Counsel asserted that

his client only used the hammer

in self-defense.

Presumably to fight off Mr. Shoemaker,

who surprised him by being in the car

he was attempting to steal.

I'm curious.

In the course of your investigation,

is that what the evidence revealed, that this

hammer was used in a purely defensive way?

No, it's not what the evidence revealed.

How so?

I actually found a written plan for the attack

in a notebook, which we found inside

the defendant's backpack.

I don't know what she means.

Objection, Your Honor!

We never received any copy of any so-called plan in discovery.

Your Honor,

I haven't had the opportunity to share this evidence

with defense because I only became aware of it over lunch.

I'm going to allow the prosecution to introduce this.

And, Mr. Palmer, you'll receive ample time

to examine the evidence before your cross.

Ooh, uh, here it is.

Uh, as I mentioned, it's a list.

And it's labeled "Weapons for Carjacking."

"Weapons."

Not tools. Weapons?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, and then under that heading, it says, "Gun,

knife, crowbar, hammer."

Uh, "hammer" is the last entry.

And, again, just to be clear,

this list is labeled "Weapons for Carjacking,"

not "Weapons for Self-Defense," correct?

That's correct.

And is there anything else in this notebook

that caught your attention?

One other thing, but, um,

I-I'm not quite sure what to make of it.

Can you be more specific?

What I would describe as, uh,

almost like a, a script.

A list of violent threats.

Things someone might say if they were executing

a carjacking and got caught.

And can I ask you to please read them to us?

"Don't make me smash your face in.

"Just get out of the car

and give me the keys."

And here's another.

"I got a gun.

"I'd rather not use it and get your blood

all over these nice leather seats."

And then there's this one.

"Just walk away.

"Don't say a word.

"Just tell the police you came back

to where you parked and it was gone."

It's just ideas for a story.

That's all it is.

My God.

Can we recover from that?

I don't know.

20 minutes ago they were smiling at our client.

Now they all look as if they'd be scared to run

into him in a dark alley.

Chunk just got back from court.

I am afraid it's all hands on deck tonight.

Tonight? But my ex is out of town.

Yeah, don't you have a neighbor?

That's where Mauricio is right now.

But she has a strict 6:00 p.m. and done policy.

No, I know, Mrs. Bishoff.

And I'm so grateful for all you do for us.

I was just wondering if there was any way you could make

an exception just this one time and let Mauricio stay over.

Mm-hmm.

I just...

I just found out I have to work late tonight

and I don't have anyone.

No. I understand.

I'll try someone else.

Yes. I promise you someone will be there

before 6:00 to round him up.

No. I-I don't know who just yet.

Actually, can I speak with Mauricio for just a second?

Hi, honey.

I need your help with something.

Mommy has to work late tonight.

And I need someone to pick you up and take you home

and stay with you. Now, do you have your key?

You do? Great.

And do you remember that nice lady

you met while you were with Daddy?

She really liked you and you really liked her?

Yes, the one Mommy was mean to.

Remember she gave you her number?

You memorized it.

Do you happen to remember it?

Mr. Palmer, you have a visitor.

Evening, Brooks.

Thank you, Marissa.

I hope you don't mind my just popping by.

I spoke to Callum after court.

And I was hoping you might be able to give me a more...

optimistic assessment of how the day went?

I wish that I could.

Is it that bad?

Well, it certainly wasn't good.

I'm hoping it might finally scare some sense into him.

Get him to name some names.

Stop protecting whoever he's protecting.

Uh, maybe you could speak to him about it again.

He obviously respects the hell out of you.

I just tried,but he's

not budging.

But may I please make another suggestion?

I'm always happy to take suggestions.

Put me on the stand.

What?

I can testify that the things

they found in his notebook

are parts of an assignment

I had given the class.

That I had asked him to write about a crime.

That I had asked him

to write about a criminal.

The kind of words he would say.

The kind of things he would need to do his job.

Yeah, but...

you didn't.

Okay.

Maybe I didn't assign it specifically.

But I assign all types of stories.

I give out all kinds of assignments.

It would only be stretching the truth just a little bit.

Yeah, but in my line of work,

we don't stretch the truth. We honor it.

And the people that do stretch the truth,

we charge them with perjury.

No. I know that.

It's just...

I'm just trying to keep the kid out of jail.

I know you are.

But I got to tell you, the best way to do that is

to sit him down and convince him

to give up the names of whoever it is

that's running this operation.

That guy that was just here.

Anna's boyfriend?

Our client.

Or at least the man paying our client's bills.

Do me a favor.

Find out everything that you can about him.

You're asking me to do a deep dive

on your daughter's boyfriend?

I mean, no judgment, I'm just saying

that's probably not a cool move,

-father-daughter wise. -He's a client.

A customer.

And I need to know who I'm working for.

Okay, well, say I do find something...

concerning about him. What then?

Are you willing to admit to your daughter

you asked me to snoop on her boyfriend?

Look, there are a lot of things that I'm not comfortable with.

For starters, why is he so anxious

to spend all of this money defending a kid

that he teaches one afternoon a week?

The man just came in here and offered

to perjure himself in court.

Now maybe he's got more skin in the game

than the welfare of a 14-year-old boy

he barely knows.

What are you saying? Are you saying you think

Brooks is involved with these car thefts?

I'm saying I need you to find out

everything that you can about him.

And I would be grateful if you kept it

between the two of us.

Rachel, you're a lifesaver.

That's crazy.

Like I told you the last time,

I love your little boy.

Plus you keep all of the cool food that little boys

and 20-something ladies love to eat

that your ex-husband refuses to keep in the apartment.

I mean, peanut butter for dinner.

You had me at hello.

And you're gonna let me pay you, right?

You said that on the phone.

If that's what I said.

On one condition.

Come over here and give me a hug.

What you do is so hard.

What you do is so amazing.

And that little boy, whatever you're doing,

you're doing it perfectly.

But to get paid to spend time with him?

That just seems wrong.

And to take money from you...

I don't know, I, um,

I know it sounds stupid, but I keep trying to convince myself

that we're friends, you and I.

Uh, I guess that's crazy, isn't it?

No. We are friends.

We really are.

I mean...

you came through for me tonight.

I mean, if you had said no...

If you really don't want the money...

I owe you, Rachel.

I owe you. And yes.

You are my friend.

And now it's up to me to start being yours.

Tell that little Mauricio

thanks for remembering my number.

And, uh, you and I...

we'll talk soon, I guess?

Sure.

That's what friends do.

Uh, it took me a minute

to understand what was happening,

but then I saw the defendant...

uh, just standing outside

my car with his hammer.

And did he say anything?

Well, yeah. He ordered me out of the car.

Said if I didn't do what he said,

he was gonna use his hammer on me.

And did you get out?

Oh, of course I did. But, um, I guess I didn't move fast enough,

because he came after me with it anyway.

None of that's true.

He came after me first.

Don't worry. We're gonna get our turn.

...came after you with a hammer,

did he actually strike you?

Oh, yeah. He struck me repeatedly.

And that's when his partner made off with the car.

Thank you, Mr. Shoemaker.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Your witness, Mr. Palmer.

Mr. Shoemaker,

any idea how many alcoholic beverages

you consumed that evening?

No. Not exactly.

But, uh, too many, obviously,

or I would not have been passed out in the car.

It's fair to say that you were extremely intoxicated

that night, isn't it?

Yes. That's fair to say.

When a person is so intoxicated

as to be rendered unconscious, isn't it reasonable to assume

that his memory might be a little foggy?

No, I don't think so.

I mean, I may have started out drunk,

but waking up to your car window being smashed in

when you're laying there, you know,

tends to sober a guy up pretty quickly.

Out of curiosity, how tall are you?

Uh... last time I checked, about six-two.

And how much do you weigh?

I don't know, uh, 200 pounds or so.

Your Honor, with your permission,

I would like to ask my client to stand.

Permission granted.

Mr. Shoemaker, if you had to guess, how tall

would you say that Callum Hartwell is?

I'd say maybe five-foot-four, five-five.

And how much do you think he weighs?

I don't know, 120 pounds or thereabouts?

Good 70 or 80 pounds lighter than you.

Yes, I guess so.

You can sit down now, Callum.

Now, Mr. Shoemaker, when you regained consciousness

and you realized that someone was trying to steal

your Range Rover, that made you...

angry, didn't it?

Upset, uh, scared, angry.

I was a lot of things.

Okay, so let's review.

You were angry, you were drunk,

and you were almost twice the size

of the person that you claim to be in fear of.

Now, given the disparity in your sizes,

doesn't common sense suggest that he had far more reason

to feel threatened than you did?

I was just s-sitting...

laying there, minding my own business.

He's the one who came after me with a hammer.

Yes, yes, we heard you testify-- and I quote--

"Oh, yeah, he hit me repeatedly with that hammer."

Now, let me ask you a question.

If he repeatedly struck you with a hammer,

where are your injuries?

Hmm? Where are your bruises?

Go get him, Chunk. My client

wasn't struck with a hammer.

He was struck with your fist, and yet,

he's severely bruised

and his shoulder was dislocated.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear an answer, Mr. Shoemaker.

I don't know.

Maybe he didn't actually hit me that hard.

Aha.

"Maybe he didn't actually hit me that hard."

Or maybe you were

just too drunk to remember whether he even hit you at all.

I mean, how can we be expected to trust

the memory of a man who was so drunk

that he passed out in his own driveway?

I mean, it's a miracle

that you didn't kill somebody on your way home.

Objection. Inflammatory.

Counsel is testifying.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard that last statement.

Let's play nice, Mr. Palmer.

Yes, Your Honor.

My point is, isn't it possible

that in your state of, uh, inebriation,

in the fog of anger,

that you went after Callum first,

and-and since he was so much smaller,

so much lighter,

that he was simply forced into fighting you off

with that hammer, which he has freely admitted to doing?

Look, I don't know what to tell you,

but that's not what happened.

And, you know, what you said before,

about m-me maybe killing somebody on the drive home,

that didn't happen either.

Mr. Shoemaker, I've already instructed the jury

to disregard that statement.

Yes, I know, Your Honor, but...

I'd just like to set the record straight.

All right, I don't want these people thinking

that that's the kind of person I am.

I had a few drinks at a bar.

Okay? But like this man keeps trying to point out,

I'm a big guy.

It takes more than a few drinks before I even feel anything.

I was perfectly fine driving home.

Look, the reason I was passed out in my car...

...I bought a bottle of whiskey on the way home,

but I didn't open it until I was safely in my driveway.

That's the truth.

That's a pretty strange choice.

Mr. Shoemaker, why would you drink a bottle of whiskey

in your car when your house is 15 feet away?

Mr. Shoemaker?

Because my wife was inside.

Packing her things.

We were supposed to have flown to Hawaii that day.

But when I woke up that morning,

she was already dressed.

And she told me that she was leaving me.

Met some guy on the Internet.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

-There he is, Chester Palmer, attorney at law,

eating... cottage cheese?

I don't know if you've heard, but I'm getting my ass kicked

in court, so I figured, if I lose a little weight,

I have a little less ass to kick.

You care for a curd?

No, thank you. I came to talk business.

I was thinking about

the supposed victim's testimony yesterday.

Yeah. You and me both.

Do you remember the part where he said he was supposed

to be out of town that night?

That he was supposed to have gone to Hawaii?

-Yeah. -Well, I had Danny check with the police,

and it turns out that almost all of the people

whose high-end cars were stolen were out of town

the night of the theft.

It just seems like maybe the ringleader

had some way of knowing when people were gonna be away.

I mean, maybe we're looking for someone

who works for a security company, or the mailman.

Do you mind if I have Danny keep digging?

No. Dig away.

Oh, and, uh, Bull wanted me to let you know

that he will be in after lunch.

And what are you looking at?

It's a copy of one of Callum's notebooks.

He's got all kinds of stuff in here.

It's, uh, schoolwork, uh, drawings.

Uh...

ideas for short stories. Poetry.

Poetry?

Oh, yeah. All kinds of poetry about all kinds of things.

But most of it is about this girl Vanessa.

Vanessa. You think he's in love?

14-year-old love? Yeah.

I'd say he's got a full-blown case.

I remember what it was like to be 14 and in love.

Wait, here's a crazy idea.

I know that we have got his father

and your daughter's boyfriend trying

to convince him to talk to the D.A.

Why don't you try and get this Vanessa to talk to him?

Excuse me? I don't know who this Vanessa is.

I don't even know if she's a real person.

And how hard can that be to find out?

How many Vanessas can there be in his school?

So, did you call

your daughter's boyfriend?

Is he having any luck?

No. Actually, I haven't spoken to him,

nor has he reached out to me.

The last time that we had a conversation

about this matter, it was a little...

Never mind. I'll-I'll call him today.

Could you, would you? He's only paying the bills.

Where are we with the Vanessas?

Uh, turns out there are three in Callum's grade.

Danny's out tracking them down as we speak.

Excellent.

What day is today?

I was up all night with my favorite little client.

She's teething. I need coffee.

I guess we're done here.

Mm-hmm.

Since it's just us, thought you might want to see this.

-What's this? -It's a bank statement.

It's from your daughter's boyfriend's account.

Okay.

See all those deposits?

Notice how they're all just under $10,000?

$8,700, $9,167?

When you deposit $10,000 or more in a bank account,

the bank is required by law to report it to the IRS.

A lot of times what people who don't want the government

to know what they have and where it came from will do

is deposit just shy of the $10,000 limit

to keep the money and its movement

just under the radar.

And that's what you think Brooks is doing?

I know that's what Brooks is doing.

I just don't know why Brooks is doing it.

And I also don't know how a guy who writes for magazines

and websites creates an income stream for himself

where he's making $8,000 and $9,000 deposits,

but I'll keep digging.

Thanks.

Hey, it's Anna. When you hear the beep,

just start to speak.

Hey, Princess. Dad here.

Listen, I'm having some trouble reaching Brooks.

I-I tried all his numbers, and...

I didn't get nothing but his voice mail.

Kind of like what happens when I call you. Ha!

Anyway, really curious to see if he's made any progress

talking with Callum.

Would you please have him give me a call?

Also, uh, when you have a chance,

I'd love to have a private conversation

with you about Brooks.

I want to share with you some thoughts, some impressions.

I know you may not want to hear 'em,

but, hey, that's the price you pay

for introducing the new man in your life

to the first man in your life.

All right? I love you.

Talk to you later. Bye.

No one's home.

Hmm. Well, you're home.

And you just may be the person I'm looking for.

Are you Vanessa Phillips?

Maybe.

Why? Who are you?

My name's Danny James. I'm an investigator,

and I'm trying to help somebody that you might know.

You're friends with Callum Hartwell, right?

He goes to your school.

Why? Did Callum say something about me or something?

No. Not that I'm aware of.

But like I said, I'm an investigator,

and I'm trying to help Callum.

And one of the ways I'm doing that

is speaking to everyone he knows.

Or everyone he might know.

You do know him, don't you?

It's okay. I can tell that you do.

Did he ever talk to you about stealing nice cars?

Expensive cars?

You know that he likes you, right?

And you like him?

Well, if I'm not able to get some answers,

if I'm not able to help keep him out of trouble...

they're not gonna let him go to school anymore.

They're not gonna let him live here.

And they're gonna put him in jail,

and they're gonna keep him there for a really, really long time.

Need something?

Um, no, I was just speaking with Vanessa.

You're talking to my sister?

Why?

She's just collecting for charity.

I told her we have no money.

I need you to go.

Yeah, you got it.

Bye, Vanessa.

Marissa? It's Danny.

I found our girl.

I think I may have also found our ringleader.

Here's what we know, Callum. We're about to walk into court

and present our case, except we don't have a case to present.

We can't put you on the stand,

we don't have any witnesses to support your story,

and the district attorney's

if you are willing to name the people

that participated in this with you...

I don't have...

any names.

Yes, you do.

And I have one.

Vanessa Phillips.

I don't know a-a Vanessa Phillips.

Yes, you do, Callum.

And we're guessing that it's Vanessa

that roped you into this whole car theft ring to begin with.

Her and her brother Victor.

That's right, we know about her brother Victor.

We know about the dog kennel.

We know about Mr. Shoemaker,

how he boarded his dog at that kennel

in anticipation of his trip to Hawaii,

which is why Victor thought it would be safe

to steal his car that night.

We also know

four other car theft victims who had their dogs boarded

at Victor's kennel the nights their cars were stolen.

Please, Callum.

This is crazy!

You're throwing your life away!

Just so we're clear about who you're protecting,

Vanessa's brother Victor,

he never does the dirty work himself.

That's why he's never been caught by the police.

-Instead,

he recruits young kids just like you

and always makes sure that he's working a shift at the kennel

when the cars are stolen.

Shoemaker said your accomplice that night

was smaller than you.

Let me guess.

It was Vanessa who drove the car away.

I don't know. Whoever it was, was-was...

well, he... wearing a mask.

Callum,

can I tell you what I think?

I look at you...

and I see me.

Nobody in this room knows this,

but when I was a year younger than you,

I got into a lot of trouble.

Me and a bunch of my pals.

Breaking and entering.

We went to the rich part of town

and broke into this girl we knew's house.

Took about a week, but they eventually caught us.

Police told my folks I would be going

to reform school.

And then the craziest thing happened, Callum.

The man who owns the house,

the father of this girl,

offered to drop all the charges,

that me and my friends agree to work for him

over the next three summers.

He kept telling us,

"You were only willing to throw away your futures

because you didn't know what your futures held."

Turns out...

this man built luxury apartment buildings.

Now, legally, we were too young for him to hire us.

So we worked for free.

But in exchange, he gave each of us a tenth of one percent

of each building we worked on over the next three summers.

Yeah. And like I said,

at the time, it meant nothing-- a tenth

of one percent of nothing.

But over the years, the...

buildings started to turn in some profit, and...

to this day,

I make money.

I get money from a man

I worked for 15, 16 years ago.

And...

sometimes, actually, it's a lot of money.

Which is good.

So, my only point is,

the only reason why I ever got involved in this for you

is because you...

don't know what your future holds.

But I do.

You want to throw away your future today,

you'll never see me again, Callum.

I have all the time in the world for people who want to use words

to share pieces of their soul with others.

But I have no time at all for a fool.

What do you have to say to this man?

This man who believes in you so much.

Can we talk about Vanessa?

She didn't want to steal cars either.

It was her brother who made her do it.

That guy's a scary dude.

I'll tell the police everything.

Under one condition.

That you give Vanessa a deal, too. No jail time.

And they protect her, same as me.

Yes.

So? Goodnews, huh? Yeah.

Looks like I recommended the right lawyer.

Well, I had a lot of help.

-Thanks, Dad. -No problem.

Thanks for doing this.

Thanks for letting me do it.

So, would now be a good time

to ask about your thoughts and impressions?

Hmm?

About Brooks.

Remember the... the voice mail,

about your thoughts and impressions?

Oh, oh. Of course, yes.

Um, yeah, my thoughts are...

"Wow, have I got a smart daughter."

'Cause... look what kind of guy she picked, right?

You're about knee-deep, Dad. Keep shoveling.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm serious. My impressions are

that he is an awfully special guy.

And he's almost good enough to be with my baby girl.

Almost. So...

Mauricio!

Everybody's waiting for you!

You're wasting your whole Saturday morning!

Mm-mm.

Mauricio!

You want me to go see if I can round him up?

Who am I kidding? He'll do it for you. He loves you.

Everybody loves Rachel.

Everybody does love Rachel.

Even I love Rachel.

God, she's...

really special.

Come on, now,

give your fantastic mama a kiss and let's get out of here.

I'll miss you, Mambo.

I'll miss you, too, Mauricio.

We are out of here, team.

Aye, aye, Captain Grouchy.

Aye, aye,

Captain Grouchy.

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