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♪

[dog barking]

[horn honks]

[phone vibrating]

Dad, I'm home.

[door opens]

[door closes]

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?

[car alarm sounding]

The hell is going on? Hey!Damn!

Hey, hey!

[grunting]

Hey!

Get out of here! Go!

Just go!

Now!

[engine starts]

CHUNK:
You're good, I'm good.

I like your mask,
you like my mask.

[chuckles]So, what's the ask?

Excuse me?

Come on, Anna.
[chuckles]

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.

[chuckles]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.[laughs]

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

[laughs]

[mouths]

Hey.
[laughs]

Come on in.

Hi.

[laughs]

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?

[soft laughter]

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.

[exhales]

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.

LEVI:
Courtroom 32. This is it.

Mr. Hartwell. Callum.

LEVI:
Mr. Palmer?

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

[door closes]

CHUNK:
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?

BULL:
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...
[exhales]

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.

CHUNK:
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?

[laughs]
Thank you.

BENNY:
Look who's here.

[laughs]

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.
[exhales]

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.

[quietly]: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.

BARRETT:
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.

BARRETT:
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.

BARRETT:
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.

PEARCE:
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.

BARRETT: 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.

MARISSA:
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.

[sighs]
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?

[sighs]

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.

[whispering]:
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.

[both laugh]

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.

[both laugh]

[shudders, laughs]

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.

[chuckles]

[door opens]

JOSH:
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.

BARRETT:
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.[shushes]

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

BARRETT:
...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.

CHUNK:
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.

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

would you say
that Callum Hartwell is?

[exhales]

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.[laughs]
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.

[scoffs]

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.

MARISSA: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.

[stammers]

He's got all kinds
of stuff in here.

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

Uh...
[chuckles]

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.[exhales]

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?

BULL:
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.

[yawns]
Excellent.

What day is today?

I was up all night
with my favorite little client.

She's teething. I need coffee.

[Taylor clears throat]

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.

[line ringing]

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

just start to speak.[beep]

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.

[chuckles]:
All right? I love you.

Talk to you later. Bye.

[knocking]

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.

[door chain clacking]

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.

[lock clacks]

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
made it very clear:

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.

CHUNK: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.

BROOKS:
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,
on one condition:

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.

[Callum takes deep breath]

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.

♪

[door opens]

[quietly]:
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.[chuckles]

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.

[chuckles]:
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...

[laughing]

TAYLOR:
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.

[laughs]

Everybody loves Rachel.

Everybody does love Rachel.

[door opens in distance]Even I love Rachel.

God, she's...

really special.

[door closes]RACHEL:
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.

MAURICIO:
Aye, aye,

Captain Grouchy.

[laughs]

[exhales]

♪

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