All language subtitles for Boston.Legal.S01E14.2004.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track5_[eng]

When a man turns 40,
he begins to take measure of himself.

I must admit I don't like what I see.

You're turning 43.

If you don't mind,
I'm trying to appear vulnerable

to facilitate my snorkeling up
your thigh bone later.

Alan, you boyfriend, me girlfriend.

You have a season's pass.

You're ruining the conquest part,
which is all it's really about for me.

Really?

Well, how about
a little play-acting, then?

Only if this time, I get to be the sheep.

I'm gonna sit over there
and pretend to be alone.

And you're gonna approach me,
being the stranger that you are,

and conquest me.

-Don't be silly.
-No.

I'd like to see how you operate,
Mr. Shore.

How you doing?

Fine, thank you.

I'm Joe.

I'm with somebody.

Who?

Hello, I'm a complete stranger.

And I'm here to pick you up.

Oh, I see. There's two of us.

I'll be evens, you be odds.

You got a problem?

No, actually.

I just saw this fair maiden here,
talking to a tree trunk.

And since I'm an arborist,
I thought I could help translate.

Here's a health tip...

walk away.

-Why would I do that?
-All right, guys.

Don't be deceived by my cushy appearance.

Excuse me. I actually am with him.

I don't care.

Walk away, or I lay you out.

I don't mean to be a stickler,
but isn't the object to lay her out?

Hey!

Oh, jee, I'm sorry,
I was reaching for my wallet.

I see.

Allow me to reach for mine.

-Are you all right?
-Fine.

Hello, big people.

Sorry to intrude,
but you seem rather strapping.

Here's 300 dollars. Would you be so kind
as to go hit that man down there?

Really?

Alan.

There's an extra 100 if he goes down.

Yeah.

-You're on.
-Go.

Make it a good one.

Oh, for God's sakes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Here's 100, go help your friend.

Jee, it seems Joe has buddies.

One for you, one for you.

I got plenty of them.

Hit them hard now.

For you and for you.

You don't think the evening
was slightly symptomatic of something?

You take me to a college frat bar,
and you start a fight.

-I did not start it.
-You certainly did start it.

Alan, wonderful news.

The Kerwin deposition has been canceled.

You don't have to go.

Your morning is now free. Which works out

because it seems these two police officers
are here to arrest you.

Are you Alan Shore?

My, aren't you clever?

I bet you make detective one day.

Was my calling him "Alan" a clue?

-Please place your hands behind your back.
-Why?

Sir, please. You're under arrest

for conspiracy
to commit assault and battery.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have it all memorized.
Aren't you the spiffy jiffy?

And a sharp dresser.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you...

Not to worry, dear.
I'll cancel the rest of your day.

-And in
an unprecedented, if not bizarre move,

the selectmen of Summersport,
Massachusetts,

a small south shore town
population of 18,000,

voted six to two yesterday
to ban red meat.

As of midnight, it is now illegal
to serve or sell beef within the township.

Mayor George Bostwick calling the law
a health and safety regulation.

God, health and safety.

Did they not call a town meeting
to discuss this?

Well, they did.
And nobody really took it that seriously.

But the mayor controls the selectmen,

and this is exactly the publicity
he's hoping to buy.

In the meantime,
my steak house is out of business.

How can you ban red meat?

-Well, they got
a whole campaign they're gonna go with it.

They plan to promote Summersport
as the seafood capital of the world.

We're carnivores.

When the pilgrims landed,

the first thing they did
was eat a few Indians.

-Is there anything we can do?
-We'll get an immediate TRO.

I'll argue it myself.

"Ban red meat."
That cannot pass constitutional mustard.

The word is "muster," Denny.
But you're right.

The law lacks condiments.

Let's mark up a motion and get going,
and let's do it in Suffolk.

We should contact the owners
of the other affected restaurants,

and have them join us.

"32744.

Commonwealth versus Alan Shore,
conspiracy to commit battery."

Tara Wilson for the defendant, Your Honor.
We'll waive reading.

I shouldn't think
there'll be any question of bail.

What have we got here?

He, uh, paid some guys in a bar
to assault another guy.

Judge, the guy insulted my honor.

I was required by the Canons
of Bar Room Conduct to respond.

This being America,
I simply enlisted unsuspecting warriors

who had no idea
what I was getting them into.

Was anybody hurt?

Cuts and bruises.

There was some damage to the bar.

My suggestion is
we admit to sufficient facts

so you'll continue it without a finding.

My client makes full restitution
to the bar.

That's not gonna fly.

It was self-defense. Mr. Shore was hit.

That fact that he hired others
to do the hitting back doesn't preclude--

You want a "not guilty," counsel,
you need a trial.

We could do it today.

You're ready to proceed now?

I'll stipulate to all the facts
in the police report,

though I must take issue
with some of the spelling.

If he stips to the facts,
I could be ready tomorrow.

Jury trial, of course. I can provide
the court with a list of my closest peers.

I leave for Aspen on Wednesday.
So we will complete this in one day.

Ten o'clock tomorrow.

The defendant is released
on personal recognizance.

Mr. Shore.

It would be a big mistake
to come in here thinking this is funny.

You mean it's not funny?

You cannot just ban red meat.

Any municipality can pass
reasonable health regulations.

Yes, let's just pause on that word
"reasonable."

Many towns are dry,
forbidding the sale of alcohol.

There is an enormous difference
between the sale--

Hold on one second, Miss Schmidt.

In my courtroom,
we allow counsel to finish their thoughts.

-We do not--
If I could interrupt.

The author of this particular
and preposterous legislation

happens to be both politically ambitious
and a glutton for publicity,

which this new law, funny thing,
happens to be generating.

Red meat poses legitimate health concerns.

So do overzealous elected officials.

We don't just ban them. If only we could.

Now, I shall do the interrupting.

If nothing else, I pride myself on being
a conscientious fact finder.

Oh, brother.

Mr. Crane, did you say something?

It's a stupid law. Overturn it. Be a man.

Mr. Crane was trying to be helpful.
Apparently, he did not succeed.

What is the reason, specifically for
your client banning the sale of red meat?

Bovine spongiform encephalopathy.

Mad cow disease.

We're fearful of an outbreak.

-In Summersport?
Everywhere.

That's ridiculous.

Very well,
we shall hold an evidentiary hearing.

First person I shall hear from
is the mayor.

Then, Miss Schmidt, if you so desire,
I shall listen to your client.

Until then, we are adjourned.

Put on a dress.

Two o'clock!

What are you doing?

I know this judge.
I know where his buttons are.

Research shows, Denny,

it's not wise to antagonize the people
whose favor you're trying to court.

Oh, come on, Shirley.
You still antagonize me.

And we both know what's really going on,
don't we?

You sweet man.

It's been a long time
since you hit my button.

I doubt you'd even know where to find it.

Just a matter of time, Shirley.

Just a matter of time.

This doesn't involve you, man,
it's sexual.

I thought you said the judge would strike
the law down.

I just got a little tougher, Dominick.

They played the mad cow card.

Sometimes a mayor has to do what's right,

even if it isn't popular.

Red meat presents risks...

...which I, as the guardian
of my constituency,

am unwilling to assume.

Legislation is capricious on its face.
That'll be our only comment at this time.

Pop goes the weasel.

How are you? Denny Crane.

Still cuckoo for cuckoo puffs.

Who's your daddy? Denny crane.

Pop goes the weasel.

Simply put, I don't think
we can guarantee the safety of beef.

Why not?

Well, for starters,
we just lifted the ban on Canadian cattle,

where mad cow disease
was just found again.

The percentage of mad cow
in Canada is statistically...

But, but why take chances?

Consider this disease, it's incurable,
it rots the brain, it's invariably fatal.

And it's a painful death.

But our government has assured us
there's absolutely no danger in this.

Our government is pro-beef.
Are you kidding?

In the last five years,
the agriculture business

has donated 140 million dollars

to congressional
and presidential candidates.

Fast-food chains, the Cattlemen's
Beef Association, you name it.

They've all given big bucks.

But the Department of Agriculture says--

Oh, please, the USDA's in the meat
industry's back pocket.

What evidence do you have of that?

You want evidence?

How about the last
Secretary of Agriculture

appointed meat industry advocates
to top jobs at the USDA?

How about the secretary's former chief
of staff used to be the chief lobbyist

for the National Cattlemen's
Beef Association?

The USDA has been bought.

Pretty strong words, Mr. Bostwick.

-Oprah got sued for saying less.
-Well, what does that tell you?

The meat industry gets to sue

a talk show host
for putting down a hamburger?

Free speech doesn't apply
when it comes to beef?

Well, certainly, the USDA has an interest
in making meat safe?

But they have a double mandate,
Your Honor.

And while one may be to keep beef safe,

the other, the bigger one,
is to promote the sale of American meat.

You think there's a real interest in this
country in rooting out mad cow disease?

-It's don't ask, don't tell.
-Objection!

This past April,
a cow stumbled and fell in Texas.

The vets suspected
a central nervous system disorder.

That animal should have been tested.
It wasn't.

It was quickly slaughtered
and put into pig feed. Why?

Because, God forbid,
we discover mad cow disease.

It'd cost billions and billions
of dollars.

Well, I'm not gonna wait.

If that gets me sued, so be it.

How many people in this country
have been afflicted

with the human strain of mad cow disease?

-I don't plan to--
-To wait, yes.

-How many?
-We don't know.

There have been no confirmed cases.

According to some scientists,

many people we think have Alzheimer's
could, in fact, be sick from mad cow.

-Are you a scientist, sir?
-No.

Before you became mayor,
what was your occupation?

I owned auto dealerships.

You were a car salesman.

Given that three million people are killed
or injured on our roads every year,

-do you also plan to ban automobiles?
-No.

What about salmonella?
Any plans to criminalize chickens?

People don't die from chickens or--

What about mercury in fish?

It's a concern.

But, again, I made a judgment as mayor.

And the selectmen concurred
that the dangers of beef--

Have you any personal political ambitions
beyond that of being mayor of Summersport?

I'm not trying to get headlines,
if that's what you're saying.

I didn't say that, but funny you did.

Have you got anything?

You would agree, Mr. Mayor,
that by and large,

vegetarians are communists.

I certainly would not.

We're at war, Mr. Bostwick.

Think we can win that war if we suddenly
say to our soldiers, "no more meat"?

Think a nation of fish-eaters
can protect the world, you wimp?

-Objection.
-Withdrawn. Nothing further.

"Wimp."

What the hell are you doing?

Don't bother with the merits, Shirley.
This case, it's all about the judge.

You asked to see us.

Sit.

Not to worry. This is standard.

He purposely doesn't look up.

It's a technique taught in the '40s
for establishing dominion.

You were involved in a...
bar altercation last night?

Altercation? I think not. It was a brawl.

-And you were arrested?
-I was. Trial starts tomorrow, actually.

Can I count on you as a character witness?

Who's defending you?

I'm representing myself, with...

Tara's assistance.

There's no opportunity to plead this out?

Only if I plead guilty,
which is, of course, unacceptable.

I have to worry about a three strikes law,
since I plan to commit future crimes.

I don't know what kind of
career death wish you have, Mr. Shore.

But if you're convicted, if you get time,
your employment will be terminated.

That may be of little consequence to you--

If I had a nickel for every time
you've threatened to fire me,

Paul, I could simply retire.

Alan, cut it out.

It is not my habit to lecture.

But what you did last night was selfish.

We have a reputation here

at Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

The attorneys here
take great pride in that reputation.

It undermines everyone

at Crane, Poole & Schmidt...

...when a lawyer here
is criminally prosecuted.

Your actions hurt people.

All of us must now tender explanations

to our friends, our colleagues,

to safeguard and repair the reputation

of Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

Stop it!

I've had it.

Do you hear me? I have had it.

Get out, both of you.

Personally, I would never eat meat.

Why, doctor?

We don't have the means
to keep track

of what cattle are being fed,

nor are we adequately testing them,
in my opinion.

Your Honor, I object to paranoia
being offered as evidence.

-I'm sorry.

But it's absolutely reckless for
a government to be telling us we're safe

when the scientific community
can't necessarily detect all the ways

this disease can be contracted
or transmitted.

But let's look at statistics.

Nobody in this country seems to be
getting sick from mad cows.

Judge, we just can't know that.

The disease may have an incubation period
of up to 40 years.

You may be infected right now.

My point is, nobody now seems
to be demonstrating symptoms.

We don't know that for sure, either.

The human strain of the mad cow disease
is called Creutzfeldt-Jakob.

We call it CJD.

But you can also get CJD sporadically,
with no link to infected meat.

And some of the people we've diagnosed
with Alzheimer's might, in fact, have CJD.

We don't know how many cases
there really are.

You cannot tell me the government
has all this figured out.

And the government just covers this up?

Well, it's probably
not so much a cover-up.

It's just we're not terribly motivated
to discover the problem.

The economic consequences
would be too severe.

Economic consequences?

The beef industry would risk
an outbreak of mad cow disease

that wouldn't bankrupt them overnight?

The beef industry can't always tell
when a cow is sick.

And they're desperate to believe
that isolated cases are isolated cases.

And the Department of Agriculture
just plays along?

The month after that sick cow
was found in Washington State.

Mad cow testing dropped almost 50 percent.
That's outrageous.

It eventually went up.

Look, they tried to track the herd
where that Washington cow came from.

They couldn't find 53 of the 80 cows.

They've since admitted their cattle
trackback system isn't up and running.

And it would have to be done
on a voluntary basis.

Voluntary.

Please, what meat-packing plant wants
the distinction of having a mad cow?

Which is why I order the fish.

-Denny.
-Hmm?

I'm getting my ass kicked here.

-I can see that.
-Any suggestions?

-How old are you, sir?
-46.

I'm 72. And I can mop the floor with you.
You know why?

I eat meat.

Makes me strong,
builds up my immune system,

fights off a whole bunch of other diseases
I might have had if I weren't so strong.

Red meat saves lives, baby.
You ever think about that?

I'm sorry, but there's no real evidence
to support that opinion.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Any hard evidence to support yours?

Hard evidence, no.

But I don't think we really wanna wait
for that evidence to come rushing in.

I had him there. Right till the end.

He basically offered us
a hundred dollars to fight.

-You took the money.
-Yes.

-And you fought.
-Yes.

Thank you, sir.

Interesting.
We agree to stipulate to the facts,

and the prosecution sees fit
to distort them just the same.

-Objection.
-Mr. Edwards,

I didn't say, "here's a hundred dollars,
go fight," did I?

-Well--
-Did I not first ask your friend Mike

to avenge an assault committed against me?

-Yes.
-And then when Mike was attacked,

I enlisted you and others
to go to his aid,

-did I not?
-Yes.

And the man who first assaulted me
had many colleagues who joined the fray.

-Did he not?
-Yes.

In fact, Joe's friends first turned it
into a brawl, wouldn't you say?

Yes.

And as a friend of Mike's,

is it your testimony
you would not have gone to his aid,

had I not offered you money?

No, I would have probably jumped
in any way at that point.

Well, given your honest
and forthright testimony,

which has shed blinding light
on what happened in the bar that night,

would you now consider yourself a witness
more for the prosecution or the defense?

Um...

I guess defense.

Thank you, Mr. Edwards.

You deserve another hundred.

We're going to lose?

It hasn't gone well.
Surely, you've noticed.

My grandfather started this steak house.
How can--

I just can't believe it.

Look, it isn't over yet.
We still have summations, but--

Let me tell you this one more time.
Play the judge.

The man lives with his mother,
and he wears lifts.

The buzzword is "nansy pansy."

-I beg your pardon.
-"Nansy pansy."

He doesn't want to fall
on that side of the fence.

It's even worse than namby-pamby.

-What are you talking about?
-Trust me, Shirley.

For once, can you do that?

"Nansy pansy."

I was thinking perhaps I should close.

Don't be ridiculous.

-I'm sorry?
-No offense, Tara.

But since I handled the witness,

-the jury will be expecting--
-Did you see the faces on the jury?

They weren't impressed.
They found you smug.

You were, perhaps,
too self-satisfied to notice.

Are we at a certain point
in our cycle, Tara?

I apologize.

Do you?

That's a first.

Say what you must.

I was hugely embarrassed by what happened
at the bar, not to mention terrified.

I could have been injured.
Did that ever occur to you?

I mean, it would have been one thing

had you had a Neanderthal reaction
and swung back,

but your response was considered.

You reflectively,
calmly orchestrated your violence.

People could have been hurt.

I could have been hurt.

But you've not once considered that,

because contrary to the rumor
that you are the center of the universe,

clearly you are the universe.

And I, for one, am getting sick of it.

Alan Shore's a good lawyer, Paul.
If we fire him, it does leave a hole.

I am certainly mindful of that,
but how far do we let him push us?

He has done this at every firm
he has worked for.

He defies them to the point,
his last firm sued him.

Yes, and he went on. They didn't.

Schmidt, you called?

Chelina, I called you three hours ago.
Where have you been?

Patriots parade.

The Patriots parade was last week.

Three Super Bowls, four years.
I'm still on parade.

You worked on that Ianetti
meat-packing case last year, didn't you?

Yes.

What do you know about that cow
in Washington State?

I'm about to suffer an embarrassing
defeat in court.

I need to show that what happened
in Washington was an isolated--

What?

Don't go near the Washington case.

It's possible it wasn't even a downer cow.

What do you mean, downer cow?

Basically, it means the cow fell down.

We're told that the mad cows are easy
to spot because they stumble and fall.

We were told that this cow fell,

but eyewitnesses in Washington say
the cow was walking

and was tested only as a fluke.

Which means...

While we're being told that the sick cows
show easily detectable symptoms...

They sometimes don't,
and therefore go undetected.

Stay away from the Washington case.

Thank you, Chelina.

Hm.

Pardon the expression, but...

I'm dead meat.

You really think you're going to lose?

I'm tempted to employ Denny's strategy.

Which is...

"Nansy pansy."

All I know is he instigated the brawl.

The charge is conspiracy
to commit aggravated assault.

Talking about me, Brad?

Yeah, we're just trying to imagine you
as an instigator.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sorry. Forget it.

No, let's not forget it.

How about you say what you have to say?

Or is that too monumental an effort,
completing whole sentences?

-Come on, Alan.
-You want to talk about me, Lori?

Perhaps you should reposition yourself
behind my back.

-Isn't that the rule of the game?
-I don't talk about you behind your back.

You're not that interesting.

I'm tired of this. Got that?

Whoa, I don't know
what's going on with you, sport.

But you're certainly smart
enough to realize

that I could probably dismember you
in about the time--

-Then do it.
-Cut it out.

What the hell is going on?

Careful, Tara.
I wouldn't want you to get hurt.

Listen to me, talking to others

as if I weren't the only one
in the universe.

When will I learn?

No, when will we learn?

That you are "always right."

That it makes sense to start
a bar room brawl.

That it's perfectly reasonable to get
into a shoving match at the office.

Nothing could be going on with you.

When will we learn?

Get help.

We had an expression in this country
years ago called "where's the beef?"

Translation, where's the substance?

Your Honor, do you know anybody
who's been victimized by mad cow disease?

Know anybody who knows anybody?

Know anybody who knows anybody
who knows anybody?

There's simply not a shred of evidence
to suggest

that a single person in this country
has ever become ill from a mad cow.

But "why wait?" That's the mayor's jingle.

"Why wait?"

Because this man and others like him

have sacrificed their lives
and their livelihoods

building their restaurants.

Maybe as a courtesy,
we could wait for a scintilla of evidence

before arbitrarily destroying
their businesses.

The fact is the USDA has done
an exemplary job conducting tests,

establishing safeguards to prevent
the outbreak of mad cow disease,

which is probably
why it hasn't broken out.

Well, we could give in to our fear
and panic...

Baseless panic,

but that would make us...

a nation of nansy pansies.

I don't know about you, but...

I don't want to be a nansy pansy.

Towns make rules all the time.

Lots of them zoned fast-food restaurants
out of business.

Through permits, they can control
how you build your house.

Some towns ban alcohol, cigarettes.
Others have curfews.

We do all kinds of things.

The only legal requirement
is that the laws are reasonable.

It is not unreasonable to fear an outbreak
of mad cow disease.

We've had a case in Washington State.

Another last month in Canada.

We just lifted the ban on Canadian beef.

The incubation period for this disease
could be decades.

We have no guarantee
that we're not already infected.

It is simply reckless for the government
to be injecting certainty

when the scientific community cannot.

And forget mad cow.

We already know that eating beef
can cause high cholesterol, heart disease.

It increases the risk of colon cancer.

There's listeria and E. coli,
which has already killed people.

Dioxin, the poison that almost killed
the Ukrainian president.

That stuff is on our grazing grass.

Scientists say the average American

has about ten units of dioxin
in their blood fat

simply from eating animal fat.

There are all kinds
of reasonable justifications for a mayor

to try to reduce red meat
from the diet of his citizenry.

And let me remind you. There is nothing...

Nothing in the constitution...

that guarantees anybody
the right to sell a hamburger.

Nansy pansy.

This wasn't self-defense.

Mr. Shore was not under
any physical threat

when he paid the first man to fight.

This was vengeance for hire.

And once that violence began,
he started paying others to escalate it.

These facts are not in dispute.

The only real question for you here is,
is Mr. Shore above the law or not?

I've been accused of, reflectively,

perhaps even glibly...

...orchestrating a little revenge.

Well, I guess that's how
I wanted it to look.

A man punched me in the face...

in front of my girlfriend.

And...

while my instinct was to hit him back,
the truth is, I was afraid.

I was fearful that if I retaliated,
he would...

beat me up.

So I got somebody else to do my fighting.

Then things got out of hand.

And, well...

I had to send more
and more troops to a war

that should've ended quickly.

But make no mistake,

my reaction that night

was not so much reflective...

as it was...

primal.

A man hit me.

And while we like to think of ourselves
as being evolved...

Maybe I should've just hit him.

There's a warrior that lies within
the belly of every man.

A warrior who, in my case,
has always gone unsatisfied.

I tried to satisfy him, but without pain.

That's what the craven do, sometimes.

They stand out of the fray,

thump their egos along with their chests,

and let others do the fighting.

Well, thank you all for staying late.

I did some research of my own.

As you may know, I pride myself
on being a conscientious fact finder.

Here we go.

No nansy pansy.

Mad cow disease is here.

And for all the guarantees supplied
by the government,

the scientific community
doesn't back them up.

We all have a right to be concerned.

The governmental agencies
in place to protect us

seem to be controlled by the industries
we need protection from.

This mad cow disease started out in Europe
and worked its way over here,

and it is true the scientists are at odds
with our government,

but as a trier of fact,
a judge must rely on facts.

And there is no evidence of an epidemic.

If a judge were to allow himself
to be governed by fear alone,

well, then it is true, and I agree.

It would make him a...

uh, nansy pansy.

This judge is anything but.

I find the law banning
the sale of red meat

to be premature, if not capricious,

and it is hereby overturned.

Way to go, judge.

Case adjourned.

-Anybody up for a burger?
-Thank you, thank you.

Thank God.

Well, Denny, I admit, I had my doubts.

But you won this case. Thank you.

Does this mean we're having sex tonight?

Allow me the dream a little longer.

I won the day.

I deserve to be rewarded.

I'll give you this.

Denny.

Denny.

-Denny...
-Oh.

Crane.

I must be acquitted. She's not smiling.

Madam Foreperson,
you've reached a unanimous verdict?

-We have, Your Honor.
-What say you?

"Commonwealth versus Alan Shore,

on the count of conspiracy
to commit aggravated assault,

we find the defendant Alan Shore

not guilty."

We appeal, judge.

Members of the jury, this completes
your service. You can go.

Mr. Shore.

This probably doesn't have to be goodbye
so much as...

until we meet again.

Yes, Your Honor.

She's attracted to me.

No doubt.

Tara.

I am sorry.

I never meant to put you in any danger.

I know.

When you...

...launched into that diatribe
about me being the...

The universe?

You even said you were sick of it.

Are you sick of me?

Are you sick of me, Tara?

No.

As much as I...

...loathe sentiment together
with its expression...

I cherish you.

You should just know...

You really, really smell good.

You smell good, too.

How'd you do?

The jury was out 15 minutes. Not guilty.

They took pity on me.

Congratulations.

I heard you won.

Hmm.

Everything okay?

I don't have Alzheimer's.

I have mad cow disease.

Well, it's nice to finally know.

Ever beat up anybody with your bare hands?

Many times.

Why?

Just asking.

Have you?

No.

Well...

It makes you a better man than I, I guess.

I guess so.

Next on Boston Legal...

You so often refer to lawyers
as unprincipled, soulless whores.

Well, for the next few days,
I need you to be my whore.

-The little man, he's here.
-Alan.

-Good gracious, who have you killed now?
-Donny Crane.

You remember me.
We used to be father and son.

You got on this case specifically

-because I'm on it.
-I did.

-You wanna get me?
-I do.

I love it.