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(thunder rumbling)

I didn't know
who else to call.

I think--

I think
I'm in trouble!

Okay, settle down.

BRENDA: I didn't know
who else to call.

I had wine,

and it was raining and--
What happened?

I just hit the accelerator!

All right,
all right.

Sit down.

Slow down.

And just tell me
what happened,

and start from the beginning.

I was driving home
from work.

It was raining.

And I usually park

in my driveway,
you know,

but since it was raining, I--

Slow.

(music playing)

(sighs)

Come on, damn it.

Hey! Get out of the car!
Ah!

Get--

(screams)

You hit him?

BRENDA: Yes.

It was a reflex.

I saw the gun,
and then I just hit

the accelerator.

Where is he now?

In the garage.

He's dead.

Did you call the police?
No.

What?

I just called you.

I first thought,
"Get him to a hospital."

So I was trying
to get him into the car,

but I could see
that he was already dead.

What am I going to do?

Why haven't you called
the police?

I had some wine

before I left work,

not a lot, but--

Are you sure he's dead?

Pretty sure.

Pretty sure?

Where's the gun?

The garage, I guess.

This is way too much
guessing, Brenda.

(thunder rumbling)

Jimmy?

Is he dead?

He's dead.

(music playing)

MAN: Here you go.

How'd he get in the car?

Her first instinct
was to get him to a hospital.

Then she realized he was dead

and called the police.

After she called you.
Sorry?

GAMBLE: Well, you were here
before the police,

so I'm assuming
she called you first.

BERLUTI:
Yeah, she panicked

and called me.

They'll be taking
the body out

in a few minutes.

Then they'll come in
to look around.

(sighs)

Brenda, you okay?

Is there any chance
you could stay here tonight?

I am so freaked.

I need this to be

in complete confidence, okay?

Not that you,
uh--God!

Take it easy.

Okay.

Um, how do I even start?

Margie and I have been
having some problems at home.

Since when?

Some of it is,
uh, sexual.

Well, more specifically,

uh, I've been having
a few performance issues.

I don't know if it's related
to work or stress or--

Anyway, I read this
ridiculous article.

I put no stock in it,

but I read that men--

not transvestites,

but regular,

heterosexual men,

can sometimes find stimulation

in wearing women's clothes.

My secretary, Paula,

she works out after work

and changes at the office,

leaving her clothes.

Well, last night,

I worked late.

Paula left her bra folded

underneath her jeans,

and I, uh,

I put it on.

You what?

I don't know
what came over me.

I just wanted
to see if it all--

and then I put
my shirt back on

over it since, you know,
I didn't wanna be seen.

God forbid someone
on the crew.

And I got back
into my work,

which, you know
how enmeshed I get in it.

I forgot about it.

You forgot about it?

HENRY: I went home.

I took off my shirt
in the bedroom,

and Margie sees me
wearing a bra.

She flipped.

She thinks I'm having some
kinky thing with Paula.

She calls Paula,

tells her I'm wearing her bra.

Now, my wife wants
to leave me.

Paula's suing me
for sexual harassment.

(sighs)

So basically,
she waited

until her blood alcohol dropped.

I think so.

DONNELL: Jimmy,
is there any chance

this man could have died

while she was waiting for--
BERLUTI: No.

I know this woman, Bobby.

She would never.

What do we know
about the dead guy?

Name's Gerald Hanks,

has a record,

drug history.

And what's your relationship
with her?

Sorry?

Brenda Miller,

what's your relationship
with her?

Old friend.

I was buddies
with her big brother.

I was kind of like
a surrogate big brother.

(door opens)

Jimmy.

What's the matter?

How soon before the police

did you get there last night?

I don't know.
Not too much sooner.

Why?
You wouldn't be a witness

of any kind, would you?

I'm not a witness
to anything

except what I told you.

What's going on?

The man your client ran over

in her garage,

he had a bullet in his back.

What?

Maybe his gun went off
when she hit him.

GAMBLE:
The bullet didn't match

the gun we found
in the garage.

And Jimmy,

the gun is registered
to your client.

Why me?

YOUNG: Because I suspect
they're going to exploit this

as gender discrimination.

I want a woman lawyer
second chairing to prohibit--

STRINGER: If I'm not gonna
do anything--

Your presence
will be doing something.

That's why I want you there.

Am I allowed to talk?

If you have something
to contribute,

of course.

Could I ask why you're leaving?

What young litigator
wouldn't wanna be at Goodwin?

Well, it wasn't exactly
a great match for me, so...

DOLE: Why?

Well, I was sort of
encouraged to leave.

You were fired?

CLAIRE: I don't like
the word fired,

as accurate as it may be.

They're very pleased
with my work.

You could check
my references.

It wasn't my work.

What was it, then?

I knew it would get to this.

I became ill

on a partner--

Ah.
CLAIRE: In a deposition.

I have a, uh,

vasovagal problem triggered
by anxiety,

manifests on extremely
rare occasion,

but it did so
in projectile form

on a senior partner,

once.

And you were discharged?

They didn't believe I had
the stomach to be a litigator,

since it happened

a few times before,
but they were wrong.

It was all about breathing,

which I have learned to do.

Well, your transcript
is great.

But I am looking
for someone

with a little bit
more experience,

and, uh,

but I'll let you know,

okay?

Sure.

He was shot?
Yes.

BRENDA: By whom?

Well, we don't know.

Did you notice him
bleeding at all or--

It happened so fast.

After I hit him,

I noticed he was bleeding,

but I just thought that--

Brenda,

the gun they found
in the garage,

it was registered to you.

BRENDA:
This is where I keep it.

He must have found it.

BERLUTI:
So somebody shot this man,

he entered your house,

retrieved your gun,

and you ran him over?

Yeah.

Brenda,

everything
you've told me so far,

it's the truth?

BRENDA: Of course,
it's the truth.

Jimmy, what's going on?
BERLUTI: I don't know,

but this isn't making sense.

The police
wanna talk to you.

I'm inclined to let you talk

if everything you said
is the truth.

If it isn't,

that's something different.

What?

Brenda,

come clean with me.

Tell me what really happened.

I hit him in the street

somewhere near my work.

It was pouring rain,

and I could barely see,

and suddenly he was just

in front of my car.

I could barely hit my brake.

I didn't have my cell phone.

There was nothing around.

I was in the middle of nowhere,

and I tried to get him
in my car,

figuring I could get him
to a hospital.

But then I could see
that he was already dead,

and I'd been drinking,

and I panicked.

So you brought him home?

I figured I could.
I don't know.

Jimmy, I was half-drunk
and scared,

and things did not make sense.

So I came into my room,

and I got my gun,
and I put it

in the garage

so I'd be able to say

that there was a man
with a gun.

It was the only thing
I could think of,

and then I called you.

He must have been shot

and maybe he was running

from somebody when he ran

in front of my car.

I don't know.

I don't know.

(dog barking)

(music playing)

What time is it?

(sighs)

7:00.

I better get ready
for work.

Okay.

Basically, it's the same
scenario as before,

except she hit him
in the street

instead of her garage.

My question is,

do I let her say this
to the police?

You do if you're nuts.

Sometimes the cover-up
can be worse than the crime.

DONNELL: She's already committed
the cover-up, Jimmy.

If this new version gets out,

she'll be charged
with vehicular manslaughter,

no question.
Well, I disagree.

I think there is a question.

If this guy was shot

and chased in front of her car,

then it is not vehicular
manslaughter.

The prospect of the police
believing that--

WASHINGTON: Look, forensics
is gonna figure out

what happened, anyway.
FRUTT: But there's no reason

to help them.
Come on.

If this woman hit
and killed a man,

and then drove him back
to her garage,

she's gonna be prosecuted,

especially
if she was drinking.

DONNELL: I agree.

There's no way you let her
talk to the police.

This is an extremely
regrettable event,

and I assure you,
we fully appreciate

the sensitivity
of the situation.

YOUNG: Yes.
Was it in the spirit

of this sensitivity
that you sued him?

WRIGHT: Well,
it's in that spirit

that we've refrained
from filing the claim

in the hopes that we can work
this out amicably.

Paula is, of course,

devastated that her employer

would endeavor
to wear her undergarments.

Obviously, a trust
has been shattered.

YOUNG: I suspect, Mr. Wright,

you have a number?

We do.

Might you tell me the number?

Uh-hmm.

$500,000?

It's very difficult,
of course,

to quantify emotional pain.

But you've managed.

WRIGHT: Injuries,
like products,

find their market value.

For this particular
infraction--

HENRY: $500,000?

WRIGHT: A jury could
easily award more

with unwanted exposure,

by the way.

I'm sure your attorney
would agree our number

does not shock the conscience.

Do you have a conscience, Paula?
YOUNG: Henry.

WRIGHT: My client is always
open to morality sermons

if he wants to give one.

If we were to agree
to this number,

we assume it would embrace

a complete
confidentiality agreement.

WRIGHT: Absolutely.

As I've said
from the onset,

we fully understand
the sensitivity

of the situation.
YOUNG: Yes.

You're sweet.

We'll give you to the end

of business tomorrow.

You said you'd call.

I did?

Well, you said
you'd let me know,

and since no news
is so often good news,

I guess I was hoping
it would apply here.

Oh.

It wouldn't.

I didn't get the job?

No.

Would you mind
telling me who did?

I haven't hired yet.

Oh, well,
so it could be anybody,

just not me.

Well, thank you
for considering me.

Bye.

DOLE: Bye.

(door closes)

So she's not gonna
talk to us?

BERLUTI: Well, I decided

to be the overprotective
attorney.

Come on, Helen.

What lawyer lets
his client talk,

innocent or not?

And yours is innocent?
Yes.

Could you tell us
why she had a gun?

Personal protection.

She lives alone,
wants to be safe.

WALSH: See,
there's a couple of things

that confuse us, Jimmy.

Like, if he'd been shot,

he'd be bleeding.

He was supposedly
inside her house,

yet we found no blood
in her house

or in the garage
for that matter.

Did she clean it up?
Don't know.

GAMBLE: Jimmy,
it seems the body

was dragged in the direction

from the car to the wall,

back to the car.

Now, what would explain that?

Don't know.

Okay.

Have your client here
within an hour

or we pick her up.
Why?

WALSH: We wanna trace metal her.

See if she's fired
a gun recently.

Bullet didn't match her gun.

GAMBLE: Well, maybe
she has another one.

Maybe she's a really
big believer

in personal protection.

BERLUTI: Look,
my client is innocent.

Why is this attracting
the attention of two DAs?

Because you have
our curiosity piqued.

Jimmy, within an hour.

But I didn't shoot any gun.

BERLUTI: Then a trace
metal is good.

It'll pretty much show that.

You really didn't?

Jimmy, I'm telling you
the truth.

BERLUTI: Great,

then we let them do the test.

It's not a problem.

Okay.

Jimmy,

this morning you were kind of...

caressing my face.

What was--

I was just comforting you

'cause, you know...

How come you never--

never mind.

Never mind what?

I always got the feeling

that you kind of liked me.

How come you never asked me out?

Were you interested
in going out with me?

I don't know.

There you go.

That's why I never asked.

BRENDA: I was interested
for a while,

but then...

I got a little nervous.

Nervous?

About what?

Maybe you were
in love with me.

Brenda, I was 16, 17.

I didn't even know
what love was.

Were you?

Yes.

And do you still
have feelings?

Not that--no.

Then why this morning, why--

BERLUTI: I was just
comforting you.

I said this already.

Okay.

We should get
to the police station.

Okay.

WOMAN: Okay.

Done.

Negative.

Satisfied?

GAMBLE: Jimmy,
it's hardly conclusive.

Just let me talk to her.

She'd love to talk,

but I can't let her, Helen.

No upside and you know it.

We could positively
rule her out.

BERLUTI:
You can rule her out now.

We're done.

(sighs)

So is it really over?

Let's hope so.

They've got no real evidence

that it didn't happen

like you said it did.

Even though what I told them

wasn't exactly the truth?

My legal advice on that, Brenda,

don't tell anybody,

not your family,

your shrink,
your clergy,

your boyfriend.

You got a boyfriend?

No.

(music playing)

Thank you.

No problem.

So you wanna come in?

I'm not that liquid,

believe it or not,

I can sell some property if--

tell me what to do.

I think you should
let me fight this, Henry.

But if this should get out,

my dignity.

What happens to your dignity

if you roll over?

Look,

go home.

Talk to Margie.

Let me deal
with this lawsuit.

My life is over,

isn't it?

Go be with your wife, Henry.

You're gonna fight this?

Eugene, the guy's
a vice president

of a brokerage firm.
Meaning?

Meaning if this gets out,

win or lose,
he loses.

YOUNG: Jamie, sometimes
principle has to matter.

Principle.

May I volunteer
something on principle?

Go right ahead.

STRINGER: On principle,

I object to being
put on a case

as window dressing.

It's demeaning.

Is that right?

STRINGER: Yes,
I'm second chairing

as a token woman,

and I find it offensive.

Well, maybe I put you
on this case to learn,

to get experience.

What am I supposed
to be learning?

The meeting's at 9:00 A. M.

Be on time.

Is this as far
as you'll come in?

BERLUTI: Brenda,

I got to admit,

this is--

this is very strange for me.

Why?

BERLUTI: Look,

the thing is,

being your lawyer,

I got ethical rules to follow,

and...

Was that so hard?

(knocks on door)

Yes, I'm looking for
a Brenda Miller.

Ah!

I see I found her.

Who are you?

HERRICK: I'll get to that.

But first, who's he?

I'm her lawyer.

HERRICK: Oh,

I bet she could definitely use
one of those.

Right, Brenda?

Nasty weather it was
the other night driving,

wasn't it?

Who are you?

HERRICK:
My name is Herrick Smoltz.

Don't let the shabby
appearance deceive you.

Underneath,
I'm a piece of crap.

Of course,

I'd never run somebody over.

I was walking on Temple.

I saw you hit that guy

and then drag him into the car

and drive away.

I followed you.

So for...

$100,000,

I won't tell the police
what I saw.

That's extortion.

HERRICK: Yeah, well,
I'll take my chances,

$100,000.

I'll tell you what,

I'll come back,
I'll make contact

with you tomorrow.

You can say "nay" or "yay,"

okay?

(door opens)

(music playing)

You okay?

I guess.

You just let me do all
the talking, okay?

They're here.

YOUNG: Show them in.

Hello.

I apologize for being
slightly late.

I pride myself
on being punctual.

YOUNG: That's all right.

Would you like some coffee
or water?

HORACE: That's very kind of you,

but I think we're fine.

What's this?

That's the counterclaim
we're prepared to file

in answer to your complaint.

It alleges intentional
infliction

of emotional distress.

It names you personally,
Mr. Wright,

as well as Paula.

There's also a count
for abuse of process.

These claims aren't tenable.

Oh, but they are, Mr. Wright.

You attempted
to extort this man.

You not only recognized

the damage your lawsuit

would do to his career,

you played it
like a trump card.

This woman didn't go
to a counselor or a therapist.

She didn't seek treatment
for emotional upset.

She went to the yellow pages.

Don't take me lightly,
Mr. Young,

simply because I advertise.

I take you as seriously
as I do personally.

You're a dishonorable lawyer.

You reflect poorly

on all attorneys,

poorly on me.

I don't like that.

You're also incompetent.

You counseled your client

to commit an offense

more actionable than the one

committed against her.

HORACE: You can't possibly

be willing to take this
to Court,

to take this public.

The first thing I'll do

is bring a motion to recuse you,

which will be successful,

since you're now a named party.

Imagine, win or lose,

this case will end up
costing you money,

Mr. Wright.

Money.

Can I say it one more time?

Money.

You don't scare me.

Here's your out,

$10,000,

and she gets to keep her job,

working for a different
executive,

all conditioned
on confidentiality.

This is a windfall
for both of you.

The offer is good

till the end of business today.

Now, get out

before I bait a hook with you.

(door opens)

I'm not stalking you, I promise.

(door closes)

CLAIRE: I realize
I'm not getting the job,

but...

could I just work here
for three weeks, no salary?

After which I promise to leave.

I will not ask you
to reconsider,

I just need a place to call home
for three weeks.

Then off I go.

You're befuddled,
totally appropriate.

Here's the thing,

I have one client,

one case my firm let me keep

since they considered it a dog.

I'm suing a town
for sponsoring soccer.

You don't need to tell me
how ridiculous it is,

I've been told.

Just assume for the sake
of argument

that the neurological data
backs me up.

Heading a soccer ball

does damage to young brains.

I'm in Court next week
on summary judgment.

My goal is to survive that,

then try to settle.

And this is where I need you.

You beat a tobacco company.

You even helped an airline

win their "Arab-free fly rule".

You have kind of a rep
as a giant slayer,

and my feeling is

if I'm prosecuting
this claim with you,

then that'll at least give
the defendant some pause

which, trust me,

right now they are not getting.

Three weeks,

no salary,

I'm gone.

(sighs)

Can I help you?
I'm here to see Jimmy.

BERLUTI: Brenda.

In here.

I've decided I just can't
take the risk.

Here's a money order
for $100,000.

Let's make the deal.

Hold on.

I have no real choice.

He saw!

BERLUTI: Brenda, wait a second.

This right here is a crime.

Not as bad
as vehicular homicide.

Everything that happened,

happened in a state
of panic or shock.

A man ran in front
of your car.

You put him in your car

to take him to the hospital.

Then, when you realized
he was dead,

you panicked
and drove him home.

This here,

extortion,

buying silence from a witness,

it's reflective

with more criminal intent.

What if he tells?

BERLUTI: My feeling is he won't.

I checked probation.

The guy's got
two B&E convictions,

a drug history,

and some weapons charges.

It's likely he's the shooter.

He was probably chasing
the victim

when he ran
in front of your car.

I don't think
he's going forward.

But we can't guarantee that!

Look, I don't need the money.

I just can't take a chance.

Please make the deal.

DONNELL: Jimmy,

you can't do that.

It's illegal! It's--
She's insisting.

DONNELL: It doesn't matter.
You can't ethically execute

that kind of transaction.

You could be disbarred.

If she wants to do it
on her own,

I suppose you can't stop her.

BERLUTI: There's no way
I'm letting her deal

with the guy alone.

He's probably the shooter.

DONNELL: Jimmy,
you can't be involved

in buying off
a witness' silence.

She's buying it off.

I'm just there to make sure

she doesn't get hurt.

What's your relationship
with her?

I told you, we're friends.

What kind of friends?

Just friends.

That's it.

Well, you can't do this.

It's illegal.

If it backfires,

she could go to jail,

and you could, too.

Forget about it.

(music playing)

Jimmy,

what's going on?

Do you have feelings
for this woman?

I might love her.

Love her?

You haven't seen her
in 20 years.

It evidently didn't go away.

(sighs)

Look,

you have to think of her
as a client,

and only a client.

I can't do that, Bobby.

Men like me...

don't ever get women like her.

Not in high school,

not now.

Does she have feelings
for you, too?

I don't know.

She might.

I know I'm not
thinking straight,

but she seems more important

than my career right now.

More important than anything.

Okay. The fact that
you're saying that

makes it easier to realize

you're not thinking straight.

So I want you to trust me now,

and rely on my judgment, okay?

You cannot pay off this witness.

Okay?

Okay.

DOLE: You didn't say you'd be
taking over the entire office.

The files just got
delivered here.

I'll have most of them
in storage

by the end of the day.

Claire,

suing a town

for having a soccer program?

I've got the medicals
to back it up.

It's called
"Second Impact Syndrome."

There's also a Norwegian study
documenting that soccer players

have more attention problems.

I think I've got enough
to survive summary judgment,

and if I do that,

I really believe
that I can settle.

Okay.

Thank you.

I'm acting only
as your friend here,

not your lawyer.

Why do you keep saying that?

Because I can't let my firm
incur any liability.

Okay. Look,

if you prefer
I do this myself.

Not a chance.

I'm not letting you be alone
with this guy.

(doorbell dings)

(sighs)

Right on time.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Let's go.

Have a seat, Mr. Smoltz.

I have two things.

A money order in the amount
of $100,000.

This is good.

And here's a confession
you must sign

in order to get that money.

A confession?

BERLUTI:
I'm not stupid, Mr. Smoltz.

Somebody shot Gerald Hanks
in the back.

You just happened
to be there that night.

I'll bet you just happened

to be a former
"business" partner

of Gerald Hanks.

First,

you're out of your mind.

Second,

you're totally out
of your mind

if you think I'm signing this.

Look,

we got no guarantee

you won't be back next week

demanding another hundred grand.

We need to have
something on you.

You sign this confession,

I keep it sealed
in my office safe.

You never bother us again,

it stays there.
If you do--

HERRICK: Suppose there's an
office fire.

Suppose somebody breaks
into that safe.

I'm not signing nothing.

Then you don't get the money!

(music playing)

You don't wanna say that,
Mr. Berluti.

Sign the confession,

you get the money.

What about this?

You give me the money.

You two live.

Police! Freeze! Drop the gun!
OFFICER: Freeze!

OFFICER: Drop, drop,
drop the gun!

Drop!
OFFICER: Down on the ground!

Down on the ground!

Down!

Down!
BRENDA: (screams)

(music playing)

OFFICER: Get him up.

Let's go.

OFFICER: You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you
in a Court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Okay. Let them go.

What's going on?

GAMBLE: What's going on
is Mr. Berluti

just saved your pretty face.

We've agreed
to give you immunity

for your D.U.I.

and possible vehicular
manslaughter

in exchange for the shooter.

What?

WALSH: You better hope
that gun matches,

because if we can't get him,

we'll be back.

Twenty thousand, all in.

The offer was 10,000,
Mr. Wright.

Ten per cup

and we can all go home.

Fifteen and I get to talk
to your client.

Why?

YOUNG: Because I want to.

Fifteen,

confidential,

and I talk to her now.

Okay.

I don't think it's acceptable

for you to speak to her alone

outside--
YOUNG: She won't be alone.

Ms. Stringer will be here.

HORACE: Why can't I be there?

Because I find you to be

an annoying distraction.

It's okay.

Henry.

(door closes)

Surprisingly,
my client had a lot

of nice things to say
about you, Paula.

My suspicion is you aren't
the least bit upset about this,

probably had a good laugh.

Then you got the idea

that this was a lottery ticket.

Henry Winslow

has been extremely good to you.

He's a good person.

You're 26 years old.

The kind of person you will be

has yet to be determined.

But how you behaved here,

it wasn't in keeping
with being a good person.

Now, you might skip out
of here thinking,

"Wow, I just made $15,000,

and I wasn't even injured."

But Paula,

if this settlement in any way

causes you to think

that what you did here
was acceptable,

then you've been injured indeed.

That's all.

Great.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Ballistics match.

It's officially over.

You got immunity.

Good.

What's wrong?

Jimmy, I know you did
the right thing.

And...

I'm grateful...

for how things worked out,

but...

going behind my back

to the police.

I didn't want you knowing
anything.

I didn't wanna be hanging this

on your poker skills
with that guy.

That's not my point.

What is your point?

You took a big risk
with my life.

What if ballistics
didn't match?

I could be going to jail
right now.

Look, making deals with guys
like Herrick Smoltz

never turns out good.

Once you go down that path--
BRENDA: Again,

not the point.

You went behind my back.

It was dishonest.

(music playing)

Dishonest?

I don't think I'm wearing

the dishonesty badge
here, Brenda.

You lied to the police,

which I think
can be explained by panic.

But as I said,
this here, this deal,

it was criminal.

It was fraud.

And it put my character
into play.

And let me tell you something,

if my character
doesn't matter to you,

then I don't matter to you.

Fine.

What "fine"? What?

BRENDA: Like I said, I know

you did the right thing.

But?

But I could've gone to jail.

I could've been shot
by that guy.

But as long as your conscience
stayed protected,

then, hey.

I think I gotta go.

Okay.

(sighs)

(music playing)

You got a second?

Sure.

You told me you put me
on that case to learn,

and I asked what it was
I was supposed to be learning.

Well,

I just wanted you to know,

I did learn.

And, uh...

people bemoan the death
of dignity in our profession.

I just wish more of them
could see you at work.

(door opens and closes)

You did betray her, Jimmy.

In your mind,
it was for her own good, but...

(sighs)

DONNELL: So...

how did you leave it?

I just left.

It's not gonna work for us.

DONNELL: It's too soon
to say that.

But even if this doesn't work,

maybe it's for the best.

Bobby,

I know this sounds stupid,

but I loved her so much

back in high school.

Probably an unhealthy
worship kind of thing.

But it all just came back.

You're not who you were
in high school.

I know this.

Except,

I'm 42 years old,

and I'm lonely.

And men like me,

we don't get women like her.

Jimmy,

there are many,

many women for you.

And one day--

Yeah. I know.

Come on.

Let's go get a beer.

I think I'm gonna sit
for a minute.

You sure?

Yeah.

I'm just gonna sit and--

I'm fine.

You sure?

I'm fine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yup.

First thing.

(music playing)

(music playing)

WOMAN: You stinker!

(music playing)