All language subtitles for Bull 6x12 - Caliban (English)

I know what brought you here,
and it's not money.

It's family.

You want to set something aside
for the people you love.

Your children. Their children.
Am I right?

Yes.

That's... Absolutely.

I'm the same.

That's why I asked my son

to work with me.

Family is

everything.

We call our firm Safe
Harbor Wealth Management,

and that's what it is...

A safe place for your money.

We offer a unique

wealth management strategy
with consistent return

over the course...

Excuse us.

- Kenneth, we're in a meeting.
- The FBI is here.

- The FBI?
- They just

showed up, and one of them handed me

this search warrant, and
now they're taking things.

- They're just taking them.
- Taking what?

Everything.

This says they can seize

transaction records back ten years.

- Dad.
- Everything's fine.

Kenneth, get Tennenbaum on the phone.

We'll sic the lawyers

on them and sort this out.

I'll talk to him in my office.

Make it the conference room.

Yes, sir.

It's like he just walked away.

Just... left.

He was a coward.

A thief and a coward.

I'm ashamed to call him my father.

The search warrant and raid
were to investigate allegations

your father ran a Ponzi
scheme out of his business,

is that right?

It's now clear that, for years,

Tim's father pretended
to open accounts for clients,

then stole their money.

There were no investments.

- How much did he take?
- The accountants are

still digging,
but looks like $300 million,

give or take. He didn't keep

all of it. A lot went to payouts

to keep the scheme going.

That's quite a scheme.

Another $160 million is just... missing.

Apparently, my father hid it.

No one knows where.

Getaway money, I suspect.

That's what we think.

An emergency wallet

in case he had to flee the country.

As it turned out, that's...

not the exit he chose.

So, the feds don't have your dad,

they don't have the money,
but they have you.

The FBI arrested Tim last night.

The government is accusing
him of conspiring with his father.

And you say you didn't?

I don't say it. I didn't.

I had no idea what my father was doing.

Forgive me, but...

you were partners.
You ran the firm together.

He asked me to come work for him
after my mother died.

He was lonely.

I thought I was being a good son.

I handled clients,

administration, but Dad
did all the investing.

I was as fooled as anyone.

You don't strike me as someone
who's easily fooled.

You think I'm rich, so I deserve
whatever they throw at me.

- We didn't say that.
- You understand

I'm not rich anymore?

The government seized everything we own,

put it in a fund for
my father's victims. I get that.

They should be compensated.

But I shouldn't go to prison
for something

I didn't do.

Tim.

Give us a minute.

I've known Tim since high school.

I'm representing him despite the
fact I invested with his dad.

Tim comes across a little cold,

but he's a good guy. More to the point,

he's not his father.

The feds need somebody
to put in jail for this,

and Tim's their best shot.

He doesn't deserve it.

Will you help?

I am going to defer to my partner.

Marissa?

If his assets have been seized,

how does he pay?

His wife's family's footing the bill.

The check will clear.

Then I'm good.

Bull?

I guess we're in.

- Thank you.
- For what?

You said this would be a partnership.

- That felt like one.
- Well...

sometimes I mean what I say,

believe it or not.

Was that Timothy Darcourt
that just walked out or here?

Are we taking his case, guys?

Yes, we are, but he
has his own attorney.

Well, I'm not so sad
to be sitting this one out.

Darcourt is not exactly

a popular name these days.

Hello?

Well, he's pleading poverty,

but did you see that shirt?

Must've been $500.

- It was $800, actually.
- If he walks into court

dressed like that, the jury's
gonna toss him in a tumbrel

and roll him to the guillotine.

Ah, we can fix that.
We'll Sears him up a bit.

Thank you.

- We will be right there.
- Oh.

I believe I have made some rain.

Oh. In what way?

Well, there's a law firm in Chicago

that is looking to work
with an east coast partner

on a civil action. Their rep's name

is Jacob Besarotti.

I had a Zoom meeting with him yesterday,

and he's come in to follow up.

I don't know the name,
but I like the idea

of extending our brand.

Right. With a little effort, I
think we can establish ourselves

- as a national player.
- Hm.

Is that the guy you talked to?

Yes, why?

What are you doing?

Hey, man.

You lied your way in here?

It's not like you gave me a choice.

Okay, we're not doing this.
You need to go right now.

Okay, but what if I don't want to?

I don't care. You're going, now.

Make me.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.

- Go ahead, make me. Come on.
- No. Don't. Don't touch me.

- What are you gonna do...
- show everyone how tough you are?

Go ahead. Show everybody
how tough you are.

- I told you what would happen...
- I think you should.

Show everybody how
big and tough you really are.

- I told you... Go ahead. You...
- Ah, ah, ah!

Bull! Bull!

Bull, come on!

- Come on!
- What?

Is that Jake?

You know him?

Who's Jake?

He's my brother.

Hi.

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- Oh, come on.
- Are you kidding me right...

You can't come in here
and humiliate my colleagues.

- Oh, I'm humiliating you?
- Well, you come in here...

This is exactly what you do,
every single time.

I do it every single time?

- You can't take a joke every single time.
- Because I am not...

- The fight is not the point.
- Oh, I'm Jason Bull.

Uh, my farts smell like books
and I got...

You know what you do?

O-Okay. All right, all right, all right!

Just stop it, just stop it.

Just sit. Sit down. Sit.

Do you always fight like this?

- Yes.
- When he'll talk to me.

Okay, well, it ends now.

Jacob.

I'm Izzy. Welcome.

- Jason's told me about you
- Do not believe...

and I'm so glad to finally meet.

I don't care how it happened.

Well, I'm sorry I missed the wedding.

Not that I got invited, but...

- Is that why you're here?
- No.

No, I'm here because you
didn't give me a choice.

What do you mean?

I have been here for a week.

I text him, I call him,

- and he's ghosting me.
- Is that true?

I didn't call you because
I did not want to see you.

Honestly, I kind of knew that,

so I took it as a challenge, so...

You are so ungrateful

- Here he is. I just
- and so manipulative.

Calmed down, and he's giving it...

Okay. We're not doing this again.

Jacob, tomorrow, you're gonna
come have dinner at our home

because that's the way I was raised.

That's what you do for family.

It's the minimum you do.

I would be delighted.

Good.

Okay. Well, I will see you tomorrow.

Do you have a problem with that?

Oh, far be it for me to question

the customs of the Col�ns.

How long has it actually been
since you two have spoken?

13 years.

Wh...

What happened?

He knows.

Marissa?

Hey. Look, about the, um...

Well, the lie that I told you.

I was just trying to get through
to my stupid brother, who,

um...

Anyway, it had nothing to do with you,

and I'm-I'm really sorry
that I got you involved.

I don't need an apology from you

or anything else, for that matter.

Real slick.

- Real slick, Jake.
- Okay, so Bull got into

a WWE SmackDown and nobody got
a video? What were you thinking?

I'm a little disappointed,
I have to say.

Yes, my brother came
to the office, and we fought.

If you have any questions, don't
ask. I'm not answering them.

Where are we with the Darcourt case?

Well, the, uh, AUSA went to town.

She filed a slew of charges, including

multiple counts of
fraud and tax evasion,

down to some stupid misdemeanors.

Well, the government is
gonna claim that Timothy

was a conspirator because of his father.

We need to paint

a counter-image to that.

We need to characterize him as someone

who would never participate
in fraud, so,

Danny, I need you to find us
some character witnesses,

and, Taylor,

I need you to keep going through

all the evidence.

Anything that draws a line

between Timothy and his father

and what he was up to, we need to know.

Okay.

What's the jury plan?

We need people who don't believe

in guilt by association,

who reject collective responsibility.

Self-disciplined, self-reliant.

Loners.

How are you gonna identify them?

"Hey, who hasn't been
out on a date recently?"

I have a few ideas.

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's talk about cats.

- Cats?
- Mm-hmm.

How many people here own cats?

I don't mean one or two...

A lot of cats.

M-More than four?

Six?

All right, so, working theory here

is cat people are loners?

They keep to themselves

and expect others to do the same.

I don't buy it.

I have a cat. I'm not a loner.

Am I?

Whatever.

- You have ten cats?
- Yes,

since Mr. Pickwick
and Buster Fuzzly died.

And how does your significant
other feel about them?

My what?

Bingo.

Your Honor,
this juror is acceptable to the defense.

We have our cat person. What's next?

Jurors who reject collective guilt.

Here's a hypothetical.

You're on a road trip with a friend.

It's your car, but you're napping,

your friend's driving, and
they get a speeding ticket.

When you wake up, they say
you should split the ticket.

Share the trip,
share the ticket. Should you?

I guess it sounds fair.

What about you, sir?

No way. Not driving,

not my ticket, not my problem.

Works as a freelance proofreader,

votes libertarian. I like him.

I mean, he'd be a bad friend,
but as a juror.

Your Honor, this juror's acceptable.

Two down, ten to go.

Timothy Darcourt said you're a
neighbor of his in the building.

Sure, yeah, we've known Tim for years.

And you're on the
residents' council together?

I am, yeah. Tim's been great.

Well, we're looking for people
to testify on his behalf.

I'm assuming that's something

you could do, given that
you know him so well?

I'm so... Testify in court?

That's usually where it happens, yeah.

Well, I don't... I mean, um,

there's a-there's a lot of feeling

about what Tim's father did.

Some people we know lost money.

Ah, well, like you said,

that's what his father did, not-not him.

Yeah. I just... I don't want to
get in the middle of anything.

I'm sorry.

C'mon, Boots.

Man, dog people are the worst.

Hey.

You a cop?

What makes you think I am?

You got that cop way of standing.

Like, wherever you are,
you got a right to be there.

Sharp eye. What do you want?

I overheard you mention
Timothy Darcourt.

I know something about him that
might be of use to the police.

Yeah? What's that?

The night before the old man
took a dive off that building,

Tim Darcourt called me
and asked if there's a way

to get out of the building

without going past the security cameras.

Paid me $500 to tell him how to do it.

Did he go out that night?

What do you think?

Timothy may have been able to hide

from the cameras in his building,

but once you're on the street,

there's no avoiding them complete...

Wait. I think...

Okay. There.

That's Darcourt at 69th and Madison

a little after midnight.

He's just standing there.

That's very suspicious.

Can you fast forward?

Ah-hah.

So, he got in the front seat.
He knows the driver, clearly.

Can we see inside?

Mm... Not here, the angle's wrong,

but there are traffic cams
up and down Madison.

This is 35 seconds later, a block north.

That's the car, there's Timothy and...

Isn't that his father driving?

Yes, it is.

He didn't say anything

about a secret meeting
with his father, did he?

He very much did not.

So, what are they up to?

I don't know. But I'm gonna find out.

My father called me that night.

He was frantic.
He said he had to see me,

but no one could know we were meeting.

What did your father say when you met?

He confessed.

The fraud, the Ponzi scheme.

He said the FBI was onto him, and that

he would be arrested in a few days.

You know, the minute he did that...

I mean that minute...
You should've called the FBI,

- called me.
- I wanted to.

I told him that's
what I was going to do,

but he was s...

sobbing. He begged me.

He said he needed a few days
to get things in order.

I didn't know what to do.

I said okay.

He was my father.

This completely undermines our defense.

- Why?
- Our whole argument

is that you were ignorant of the crime.

- I was.
- No, he told you,

and you hid the knowledge.

- For a couple of hours.
- Doesn't matter.

The prosecution will say if you
lied about a couple of hours,

you could just as easily lie
about days, weeks, years.

Your credibilityis shot.

I can't put him on the stand now.

One thing I don't get...

Your father kept his scheme
going for a long time

by being supremely cautious.

Calling you, seeing you...

That's a risk he didn't
have to take. Why did he do it?

He said he wanted me
to hear about it from him.

And he wanted to give me something.

What did he give you?

He gave him a picture?

Yup.

This was from a family vacation

that, uh, they took when Tim was a kid.

Milton said that he gave it
to him to remind him

of happier times, and he said,

"This is the only real gift
I have to give."

Well, that's just weird.

- It's not even a good picture.
- No.

It's not.

What is it Fitzgerald said
about the rich?

They're different than you and me.

Mm-hmm. Yup. They're weird.

What are you doing?

Milton Darcourt was a thief.

Probably a sociopath, but...

he was not sentimental.

- Hello.
- What is that?

Taylor?

I think it's a Bitcoin wallet.

Uh, more, please?

A hard drive you can keep Bitcoin on.

It's actually
the safest way to store it.

Milton Darcourt
tucked away $160 million.

You think he hid it there?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Can you get into that thing?

Not without a password, and
smart money says the only person

who knew the password
was Milton Darcourt.

What about Timothy?

Uh, we could ask, but he didn't
even know about the wallet.

Can you... hack in?

I could try, but if you
enter the password wrong

too many times, it wipes
the drive. Goodbye Bitcoin.

Well, see if you can get in there
without destroying $160 million.

Anything else impossible
you'd like done?

Now, we are not talking

- about this with anyone.
- Whoa, ho.

That's stolen property,

and if the judge finds out
that we withheld it,

we could be sanctioned and prosecuted.

Yeah, if I found the doorman,
the cops will, too.

There's no way they don't
catch on to this eventually.

We'll deal with the doorman

if the cops find him.

As for that drive,

it's only stolen property
if the money's on there.

Don't we all think
that the money is on that?

Well, there might be nothing on there,

or something

other than the stolen money.

We might suspect the money's on there,

but we don't know it, so...

no problem.

Yeah.

Am I the only person who still
thinks there's a problem?

Mr. Mesry,

as Milton Darcourt's
executive assistant,

you conspired with him
in the fraud he perpetrated.

In fact, you're testifying here

as part of a plea agreement,
isn't that correct?

Yes. I would prepare

fake financial reports

that we sent to the clients
to make it look like

we had invested their money.

So, in pursuing
the firm's legitimate work

and the fraud, you spent a lot
of time with Milton Darcourt?

- Yes.
- Would you say

you spent the most time with him?

No.

Who did?

His son, Timothy Darcourt.

They met every morning
for at least an hour,

spoke easily a dozen times every day.

When Timothy Darcourt
arrived at the firm,

did Milton Darcourt
give you a directive?

He told me Timothy
was to see everything he did.

He wanted Timothy to know
every facet of the business.

Every facet.

No further questions.

We're in trouble.

Pearlander's saying
the right thing, but...

none of it's landing.

Why not?

Well, he keeps telling the
jury there's no evidence

Timothy knew what was going on,

but their instinct is
telling them he had to know.

Well, didn't he?

See? This is what I'm dealing with.

For a minute, I thought you were
gonna leave me out here.

Mm. I wouldn't do that to my neighbors.

- Wine. Nice.
- Yeah.

Who says it's for you?

When our parents

split up, and they
asked us kids who we wanted

to stay with, he and Jennifer said Mom.

I said Dad.

Why?

I... It just didn't seem right to me

that he had to be by himself.

That was kind of you. Wasn't it?

This paella is delicious.

Yes, very deft hand with the saffron.

Thank you.

So, what are you doing now?

Just looking for projects to finance.

I'm an opportunity
investor, like our dad.

Ah, is that what you think Dad did...

Opportunity investing?

Yeah.

I think that he identified
what people needed,

and then he raised money to build it.

He was a glorified con man
with a realtor's license.

You're not that different
from Dad. You know that, right?

Yeah, we're peas in a pod.

Yeah, more than you think.

Do your clients know
you failed the bar twice?

I have three PhDs,

and I never wanted to be an attorney.

I own a trial consulting firm, Jake.

So, you're a glorified con man,

but with a psychology degree.

What do you want?

Jason.

You wouldn't come here just to say hi.

There's always an angle,
there's an ask. What is it?

Well, I wanted to meet Izzy and Astrid.

Um...

And I want to talk about
the land in New Hampshire.

Mm.

You haven't built anything on it.

Right? It's just, it's sitting there.

It's doing nothing.
I think we should sell it.

And why do you want to do that?

Well, I'd like my piece of it.

There's a geothermal energy
project in Utah that I am circling,

and I would just love
to put some money into it.

No.

What, no?

Like, no, we can't discuss it?

That's right. We can't.

Jason, we can.

Jennifer left me her interest.
I control it,

and as far as I'm concerned,
that is family property.

I would like to remind you
that I'm also family.

I don't care.

It's the last connection
we have to Jennifer.

It's the last thing we shared,
and I am not gonna sell it

so you can go waste money
on some cockamamie scheme.

Cockamamie scheme. Really?

Yeah.

You know, Jason,
all you had to do was say no.

You didn't have to be a dick about it.

Actually, I...
I have to use the bathroom.

Oh, um, yeah, there's...

there's one in our bedroom.

You're fine.

Okay.

I'm gonna go.

No, please, please stay.

Thank you, but I-I... I really should.

I think I should go.

What's the matter?

What? Nothing. I just...

No, no, you're sweating

and your breathing's elevated.
What's going on?

Nothing, okay? It's...

Can you please...
It's nothing. I'm going.

Hey.

What's in your pocket?

There's nothing. Okay?

There's something
in your pocket. Show me.

There's nothing.
It's none of your business.

Empty your pocket now.

Jason, what're you doing?
Would you get off my back?

Jake, you're not leaving
herel'm just trying to go.

Until you empty your pocket!

That...

That's mine.
That was in my jewelry case.

Jake?

You win.

What do you mean?

What do you think it means?
It means I'm...

I'm the idiot.

I'm the screwup brother

you always thought I would be, right?

You happy?

What just happened?

I don't know.

Has he ever done anything
like this before?

Well, I mean, he's asked for money.

Jake's always got some...

business project going,

some scam, or whatever.

Well, is that what got between you...

He didn't pay you back for something?

Mm...

Not exactly.

Long time ago, he asked
for some money, and...

...and I gave it him, but I told him

not to ask our sister.

Jennifer's husband...

was treating her worse, and I knew that

if she gave Jake the
money, that he would...

...react badly.

And I told Jake

not to go to her, but he did.

And, of course, she gave him the money

because she was the softest
touch in the world.

And her husband responded
the way I thought he would.

Is that when he killed her?

No.

No, but it was bad enough.

I just didn't want to talk to
Jake after that, you know?

But I've never seen him
the way he was tonight.

And, before, when he

would ask for money, he would wheedle

and lie and cajole, but...

...he didn't steal.

He was unreliable, but...

never a thief.

Well, you know what that means.

- He's desperate.
- Mm.

Question is, why?

Marissa, what is it?

I just got a call

from Pearlander. The AUSA

sent him a late update
to the witness list.

She's calling the doorman.

Danny was right. The cops found him.

If the doorman testifies,

Pearlander has to put Timothy
on the stand

to explain what he was doing that night.

Yeah, then the AUSA's gonna point out

that he knew about the fraud
and he kept it a secret.

And the jury's worst suspicions
about him will be confirmed.

Ignorance isn't a defense anymore,

so we are going to have to assert

something positive,

something that will
show Timothy in a new light,

and get the jury to acquit him.

And what would that be, exactly?

Well, if Timothy announced
that he had found

$160 million in his father's
Bitcoin wallet

and gave it to something like
the victim's compensation fund,

I think that would
go a long way with the jury.

Don't you think, Taylor?

Oh, how's it coming with the password?

Timothy doesn't know the password.

I've gone through
all the evidence seized

from Milton Darcourt.

There's no sign he wrote it down.

I know it's a 14-character
string of letters,

of which there are a bazillion
combinations.

We are asking for a 24-hour continuance,

which means you have until
tomorrow to find the password.

Find it, please.

He knows I only get three tries, right?

_

I hear the cops found the doorman.

Now, I'm supposed to say,
"I hate to say I told you so,"

but the truth is I really enjoy it.

- Told you so.
- Yeah.

I need you to do something for me.

What's that?

I need you to find someone.

Yeah?

It's me.

Get lost.

- Open up, I want to talk.
- No.

Jake.

I'm sorry about dinner. I was being a...

I apologize.

How many times
have you heard me do that?

Just open the door.

What happened?

Tripped and fell.

On what?

Two guys with their fists cocked.

Okay.

You know that geothermal energy project?

Yeah.

Well, I already borrowed
some money and invested in it.

But it turns out "geothermal"
derives from the Latin

for "no energy."

Nothing happened. Money disappeared.

Now the guy I borrowed it from
wants it back,

so, um, last night,

him and his guys found me and were, uh,

not too happy about it.

So...

Jake.

Why didn't you tell me?

I just...

I couldn't.

I know that you're still angry
about Jennifer.

And you were right, man, you were right.

I should not have taken
the money from her, but...

...you just, you can't
act like you're the guardian

of her memory, or something.

Everyone acts like you're this big hero

because you put her name
on the building, but...

I'm the one who she called
when things went bad

with the scumbag husband.

I'm the one who told her to leave.

I-I did, I begged her.

I know.

And the truth is...

The truth is I've always
been angry at myself

about what happened to Jennifer,

about not being able to help her.

And I think that...

over the years,
I've dealt with that anger

by putting some of it on you, and...

that's not fair to you.

I am sorry.

I just miss her.

I do, too.

So, who do you owe this money to?

His name is Mitch DeVries.

Runs a poker room.

How much we talking?

$86,000.

Okay.

Let's... get you out of here.

You can come and stay at our place.

Seriously?

It'll give us a chance to...

really talk about this DeVries guy.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Jason?

Thanks.

This is everything Timothy

gave me about his father.

Great. None of these have 14 letters.

Milton has to choose a password,

he knows he's about to be arrested.

It has to be something he's
100% sure he will not forget.

Milton's older. Analog.

He's gonna want to keep it simple.

Maybe it's...

Ooh, that's pretty simple.

Do you want to try it?

Yes.

Oh, I knew I shouldn't have done that.

- It was your idea.
- I know.

Don't you think, if somebody
wanted to give a picture

to remember him by, he would
choose a better one than this?

Why, you think the password
has something to do

- with the picture?
- Well,

he did tape the wallet to it.

And look, there's a sign behind them.

"Morse State Park."

14 letters.

Try it.

When you feel faint, do you put
your head between your legs

- or do you blow into a paper bag?
- Wait,

there's a shadow here. Do you see it?

Yeah. What does that
have to do with anything?

I am texting Timothy.

- Why?
- I have this picture of my aunt

and my grandmother from a
trip they took to New York.

My grandmother asked this
stranger to take the picture,

turned out to be Paul McCartney.

We call it the McCartney photo.

I don't think Paul McCartney
has 14 letters.

No. I just wonder

if the password is the name
of the photographer.

The shadow. Someone
who's part of the picture

but who isn't in it.

Timothy says the picture
was taken by a friend

of his father's named Annette McCracken.

No. Too many letters.

No, but everyone called
her Netty. N-E-T-T-Y.

She went with him on the trip
and died in a car crash

on the way home.

Netty McCracken.

14 letters.

Netty?

Netty.

And when you turned

over the photo, did you have
any idea the Bitcoin wallet

was hidden behind it?

None. I was staggered.

What was discovered on the wallet?

Objection, Your Honor. This
is irrelevant to the issue

of Mr. Darcourt's guilt or innocence.

I'll allow it.

He better allow it.

Is there a chance he wouldn't allow it?

Mm, small chance.

Nobody told me that.

Ladies, you're missing the big finish.

We found $163 million

my father had stored there.

We've turned it over to the police,

obviously, and we're working to get it

into the fund compensating

my father's victims
as quickly as possible.

No further questions.

You want to know how the jury's feeling?

I don't need to. I can see 'em.

Thank you, Marissa. Thank you, Taylor.

Hey. How's it going in jury land?

They're good. Jury's deliberating.

You feel optimistic, or...

I do. Why do you ask?

I was just, you know,
trying to show an interest.

You never show an interest.

Hey.

Checked out Mitch DeVries.

NYPD has an eye on him
for loan-sharking,

but they've never been able
to put together a case.

If you want to talk about what
he did to you, they'll listen.

Oh, I do not want to talk
to the police, thank you, ma'am.

From I've heard about you,
I'm not surprised.

So what about the poker
game DeVries runs?

Nothing special. But rumor is he cheats.

Excellent. Let's go talk to him.

Want me to tag along?

No, I think we can handle it.

You sure? He's got
a pretty bad reputation.

That's what I'm counting on.

Are you Mitch DeVries?

Yeah.

My name's Jason Bull.
This is my brother, Jake.

I believe you two know each other.

Can we talk?

Okay.

It's come to my attention that
my brother owes you some money,

and I... I would like
to make good on that.

I was thinking maybe
we could do a payment plan,

and in installments,

I can guarantee it.

Is that something
you'd be interested in?

That's not how this works.

Yeah, I had a feeling,

but I thought I'd just
throw it out there.

I guess that brings me to
the second possibility,

which is I go to the NYPD

and tell them about your loan-sharking.

I hear they'd be
very interested in that.

You don't want to do that.

Yeah, it wasn't really our
number-one choice either,

but, again... possibilities.

Which brings me to the third option.

You and I sit down
and we play a little poker.

I'll put $172,000 on the table... double

what Jake owes you.

You win, you walk away with all of it.

I win, and Jake walks away...

clean.

How do I know your money's good?

Ah. Good question, Mitch.

I brought a certified check.

Better than a suitcase full of cash.

No poker.

Blackjack.

One hand. No tears.

No blackjack, okay? That's just luck.

It's mostly luck.

No, it's-it's all luck, okay?

You can't read his plays,
you can't see his tells,

- and he cheats.
- I g...

I got this.

Okay.

Blackjack. I like it.

On one condition.

Fresh deck.

Hit me.

All right, hold. You don't want to bust.

He didn't recheck his card,

which means he's got
a high one under there.

All right.

Again.

Stay.

Me too.

Show.

Twenty.

Twenty.

That's a nice number.

I like 21.

You...

don't want to do that.

Well, that's my money.

That's my money.

Oh, I see.

Well, you can take it if you want to.

I can't stop you.

But you really want to do that?

Because if you do,

everyone will know

what you really are.

A cheat.

No tears.

And don't touch my brother.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On counts one through seven,
we find the defendant

not guilty.

And count eight?

On count eight,
misdemeanor criminal possession

of stolen property,
we find the defendant guilty.

Very well. I thank you for your service.

The jury having rendered its verdict,

we will meet again in six weeks
from today for sentencing.

Court's adjourned.

Tim.

Look happy. We won.

They found me guilty.

A misdemeanor. It's nothing.

You'll serve no time.
This is great, trust me.

- Thank you.
- You bet. Thank you.

I told them that I didn't know
he was stealing.

Under the statute,
you can be found guilty

of criminal possession

if the jury thinks
you should have known.

I didn't know what was going on.

You didn't know
or you didn't want to know?

It just doesn't make sense to me.

I think what the jury
is trying to say is that...

your family is your family.

They're a part of you,

whether you like it or not.

Uh, don't be startled...
Your brother's in your office.

Oh, I'm surprised you let him in
after what happened last time.

Oh, he asked politely.
Besides, there's a betting pool.

I got ten bucks says
he pins you this time.

You like the chair?

Yeah, it's comfy.

Yeah, it is. Out.

- Out!
- Okay.

I'm leaving for a while.

I'm gonna, uh...

Actually, I-I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

Let me know if I can help.

Thanks.

I did want to give you this

before I left.

Remember that day?

That's Peach Lake.

Was that the day that Dad...

Yeah, with the knife and the fish.

He almost cut his thumb off, yeah.

Oh, my God. That was a day.

Yeah, it was.

He'd love a call, you know.

I know you always
thought he was a bad guy.

You know, maybe in some ways, he was.

But he's still our dad.

I'll see you, Jason.

See you, Jake.