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The closer, aha!

16 minutes.

I got lucky with the subway.

How may I be of service?

You mean you don't know why you're here?

Oh, Trudy.

He's my law secretary.

Obviously, I have to get myself one of those.

You have been summoned, as have we all,

to officially welcome Judge
Farnsworth into our little fold.

Welcome.

You're here to settle an argument.

- It's not an argument.
- We were not arguing.

- It was a spirited debate.
- Actually, it's more of a bet.

At issue, Albany's capacity
to eliminate quid pro quo

between elected judges and
local political groups.

And they say judges don't
know how to party.

- What's your position?
- Anybody who gives to a judge

should not get to appear in front of them.

And some real limits on organizational
contributions should do the trick.

And violate a little something called
the first amendment. Am I mistaken?

You are not mistaken.

Buckley v. Valeo laid out
the general principle

which was reaffirmed in 1997
in Randall v. Sorrell.

I told you. He's a savant. Mm.

But if the courts used a
conflict-of-interest analysis

rather than a first amendment one,

well, then, you get the result

without the problem.

The Massey Energy case does
consider that approach.

- Massey.
- But

the facts of that case are too extreme

for its logic to apply in this particular situation.

I believe you lack a precedent.

- And I believe we have a winner.
- Yay!

Thank God.

Now, who's got some good gossip?

Thank you.

I'm gonna buy you a pack of gum.

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"Is There a Doctor in the House?"

Transcripted by chamallow35

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Gavin, this is so lame.

Given the circumstances,
three months isn't bad.

Subtract the two weeks you've
already been in, it's pretty good.

- Ain't copping no plea.
- Wesley, listen to me.

I been listening! Damn!

You need to stop talking that fool
*nonsense and hook me up with that grand jury.

- It's a bad idea.
- Grand jury!

- Wesley...
- Grand jury!

Okay.

Grand jury. I get it.

But now you got to listen to me.

We don't have a case. You
were caught in the store

after hours with the merchandise
in your hand.

Yeah, well, I'm-a tell 'em my side.

Your side?

Yeah, my side. I'm-a tell 'em my side.

What's your side?

My side is my side!

Why I always got to repeat myself?! Damn!

Give me a second.

Roz. What's up?

I just got a call from Deshaun
Wagner. Suzette's been arrested.

For what?

He doesn't know. But she's at the 16th

precinct. Can you get down there?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Hey, Bobbi, what are you doing right now?

Trying to get my wits together
before I file a motion with Kessler.

Wesley Wedderburn. Inside.

Caught by the cops sneaking out of
a thrift st with some merchandise.

- Michelle's offered three months.
- Okay.

He wants to go to the grand
jury, tell his side.

- What's his side?
- And you're up to speed.

- I got to go. I owe you one.
- One?

Thank you.

You gonna hook me up with
that grand jury, right?

It's not what I would recommend.

But if that's what you want,
that's what I'll do.

See, you are a lawyer.

That other guy was wack-a-doodle.

But if we are gonna go that route, I
should help you prepare a statement.

What are you planning on saying to them?

I'm gonna tell 'em my side.

Part of your duties?

Cymbidium.

Despite her nurturing qualities, her honor
does not have the greenest of thumbs.

You, on the other hand, know
how to give a flower what it wants.

Water every eight days

and protection from the
harsh glare of the sun...

In this case.

Speaking of which, I was
doing some reading last night.

Randall v. Sorrell was
a plurality opinion.

- It hardly reaffirmed Buckley.
- Really?

Actually, there were some major
disagreements about the reasoning.

But you knew that, didn't you?

I might have forgotten
to tell the whole story.

And in so doing, kept her honor
in full bloom. Very clever

I appreciate a sharp mind.
Perhaps we should have dinner.

If you're...

available.

I am.

Excellent.

Why don't you come by my
apartment about 8:00 tonight?

I think I'd feel more
comfortable in a restaurant,

if you don't mind.

Unfortunately, I do.

Let's make it my chambers, then.

8:00 p.m. Dinner and discussion.

Balco's going into the hospital this afternoon.

For what?

Doesn't say.

A "procedure"?

Oh. A procedure?

Maybe it's,

uh, not that serious.

Well, it doesn't look like nothing.

It looks like he's going in right away
because there's no time to waste.

A few years ago, my uncle
went in for a physical.

Doctor pointed to this little bump
on his knee, said, "what's that?"

He says, "I don't know. Just
showed up a few months ago."

Tumor.

They had to amputate his le

Hey, Nick.

Hey, is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Just a procedure.

What, exactly, is the matter?

What do you two got going on?

- Going on?
- Your cases.

Oh. People vs. Cunningham.

- The trial that never ends.
- Good. Win it.

What about you?

Stash house. Half a dozen guys.
One of them wants to testify.

He didn't know there were drugs.

- Pretty much.
- Flip one of the co-d's.

That was my plan.

- Next?
- A dead-to-rights burg three.

Get the top count.

I know. Why are you holding
my hand like this?

Because I don't want any
surprises when I get back.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Okay.

I understand.

When will you be back?

A couple of days at most.

He look pale to you?

White as a sheet.

I think this is serious, Marcus.
I don't care what he says.

Jerry Kellerman.

Face with the name, yeah.

Come in.

I know you?

Tim Porter. Detective.

I, uh...

I know Michelle Ernhardt.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, you have, uh, Suzette Wagner?

Yeah, we got her about an hour ago.
A lot of product and a lot of mouth.

Not that she's saying
anything worth listening to.

That much dope, you know
she's running with someone.

If we get a couple of those names, she
can help herself in a big way, you know?

Yeah, I got it.

Just want to plant that seed.

Jerry, you tell this punk ass
he had to get out of my face?

- Give us a couple of minutes?
- Yeah, no problem. Have fun.

You all right?

This is crazy, Jerry. They come up
on me in my car, saying I blew a light.

I say, "no, I did not." So,
he pulls me out of the car,

next thing I know, the other
one's in my trunk, saying, "bingo."

Like I be carrying.

There wasn't no bingo.

Okay, but you didn't know it
was in the trunk, right?

- Yeah, I knew.
- No, it's better if you didn't.

You don't want to admit a connection.

Jerry, it was laundry detergent.

I'm serious. They found
my laundry detergent.

I had borrowed from my cousin.
It was in a plastic bag.

How sure are you about this?

What, you think I'm lying now?

I'm asking you if you're sure
there weren't any drugs in the car.

I think I can get you out of here today,
but if there's even a trace of drugs,

you're busted for that
whole bag of powder.

All right? That's a lot of jail time. So I'm asking you,

are you absolutely sure that what
you had was laundry detergent?

I'm sure.

Okay.

A field test?

Yeah? Is she gonna talk to us?

Once the test comes back,
I will definitely ask.

Mm. I think I'm gonna need a guarantee.

- That I can't do.
- You can't?

'Cause I'm not real fired up to do a favor
for someone who won't do one for me, you know?

I'm doing you a big favor.

I'm keeping a lid on how
bad you screwed this one up.

There was no screw-up.

Then you got nothing to lose.

Look, if it comes back positive,
I will do my best. I mean that.

When it comes back positive.

By the way, I'm only making deals if she talks
to us right now. You want your test? Fine.

But that's what we're looking at.

Let's do it.

All rise. Court is now in session.

The honorable judge Trudy Kessler presiding.

So, he says he wants to tough it out,

but I don't want to sit there
and listen to all those speeches

with him going on and on, whimpering
about his pending kidney stone.

- I don't blame you.
- So, what do you say?

You want to be a last-minute stand-in?

I have plans.

Oh. Who's the lucky boy?

Judge Farnsworth, actually.

Be seated.

You know when you didn't do nothing wrong,
but you still nervous like you did?

My stomach's all tied up.

The test will be done soon.

How's Deshaun doing?

You know, they made him assistant
manager at the shoe store.

- You're kidding.
- Right?

My brother a serious baller now.

He need a girlfriend, though.
I mean for real.

Yeah. What about you?

You still going with that
guy, Ricky? Ray-Ray?

Rashid, stupid.

And, no. I kicked him curbside a
long time ago. Why, you jealous?

Me? Nah.

I prefer my women ugly.

That's all right. I like my
white boys with long hair.

Test's negative.

It's not cocaine.

Oh, really. 'Cause my ass
can't even imagine that.

Did you give her that legal
advice we talked about?

- Suzette, you want to talk to these guys?
- Oh, hell, no.

- So you didn't.
- I can't make her do what she doesn't want to do.

And you can't hold her. Let's go.

That's right. Laundry detergent
Y'all got problems.

Let's go, Jerry.

How did it go with Wesley?

We're going to the Grand jury
where he's gonna tell his side.

Yeesh. I thought you might
have better luck.

Next time you want to lateral
me a case, don't.

I'm... I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. You know, I
dumped a mess in your lap.

Can you tell me how this happens?

I don't know. A knife?

That's weird.

In the middle of the night while I slept.

Somebody came in your apartment?

Gavin?

Oh. Bobbi, come on. This kind of crosses
the line into dangerous, all right?

It's not like I can call the cops or anything.

He probably had an extra set of keys.
He didn't touch anything else,

- and there's no evidence.
- Change the locks.

Next time, it's something worse, you know?

Jerry,

we got a problem.

Do it today. I'm serious.

- They picked up Suzette again.
- What?

I just got her out. They don't
have anything on her, Roz.

I know. Well, they took her anyway. She was
getting out of her car at Deshaun's apartment.

Said it was the same cops
from the same precinct.

- Son of a bitch.
- Yeah.

No, no.

I'm dying for you to meet my friends,
really. I'm just waiting, you know...

- For the right moment?
- Exactly.

Ah, I get it.

I'll call you later, okay?

Okay. Bye.

You got a problem being wrong?

What are you talking about?

Suzette Wagner.

Oh, yeah.

New development there.

You found the fabric softener.

Oh, funny. You're funny.

No. Your client's mystery substance
weighed out at 17.857 ounces, though.

- That mean something?
- 20 years, maybe?

'Cause any good drug dealer knows
that 17.857 is exactly half a kilo.

Oh, yeah, sure.

After you spilled the
right amount on the floor.

I don't like the insinuation.

Possession of an imitation controlled
substance with intent to distribute.

It's public health law violation.

You actually said that with a straight face.

It is what it is, my friend.

All right, where is she?

- We don't have her.
- You arrested her.

- We moved her along.
- To where, central booking?

Is that where they go next?
Yeah, I guess so.

Nice seeing ya...

Jer.

Beautiful things you see.

- Heavy day, Edgar?
- We're doing all right.

- What do you need?
- Notice of appearance. Suzette Wagner.

What time did she come in?

I don't have a Suzette Wagner downstairs.

She came in, though?

I got a list. I'm checking it twice.

She got picked up yesterday afternoon. She should
have made central booking by 10:00 at the latest.

She didn't, Jerry. That's all
I know. Sorry. Next batter.

Next batter.

- Hi.
- Roz, we got a problem.

Suzette's not in central booking.

It's been almost 24 hours.

I know. They're probably bouncing
her from precinct to precinct.

Uh-huh.

I'll start making some calls.

Me, too.

Mr. Wedderburn,

now that you've waived your immunity,

do you still wish to make
a statement to the Grand jury?

Yeah, I want to make a statement.

I'm-a tell 'em my side.

Okay, then.

Go ahead.

Alls I know is I've done nothing wrong,

and I shouldn't even be here.

Is that your side, Mr. Wedderburn?

Yeah, that's my side.

Okay, well, ladies and gentlemen,

- having heard Mr. Wedderburn's...
- They the ones took my lamp.

Excuse me, Mr. Wedderburn?

They... the ones... took... my lamp. Damn!

- Somebody took your lamp?
- Not somebody. The store.

They took it. They had it.

So you're saying the thrift
shop stole your lamp.

How else they get it?

But you didn't call the police.

Police already up in my face,
telling me to stay out of the store.

- How do you know it was your lamp?
- How I know?

'Cause I know my lamp!

- Okay, Mr. Wedderburn...
- It got Peter Pan on it.

- Peter Pan?
- Yeah.

He light up with it.

Peter Pan my boy.

Do you have a receipt of some
sort that proves that you bought

this Peter Pan lamp?

I didn't buy it. My mama did.

Does she have a receipt?

No, she don't got a receipt.
She been dead for, like, 10 years.

So your mother bought it for
you when you were a child.

That's right.

But you still don't have any
proof that it's actually yours.

You ever been to my ma's house?

- No.
- The police never been there, neither.

- Okay...
- So can any of y'all tell me

that that ain't my lamp?!

That's what I'm saying.

Deal with that.

Suzette Wagner.

Yeah, she's a really pretty
black girl, about 26 years old.

Yeah. Yep. Sure, i'll hold.

Hello?

Yeah, Suzette Wagner. You have her?

You had her. When?

Damn it!

I'm sorry. Any... any idea where she is?

No, no, no. I'm sorry. T...
that's the whole thing.

She's not in central booking.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay, thanks.

Yeah, hi. This is, uh, Jerry Kellerman.
I'm the attorney for Suzette Wagner,

and I'm looking for... hello.

H... hello?

Yeah... no... yeah, i... no. I know.

She's not in central booking. That's what...

Hello.

All right, Roz, I know she
was at the 2-9 and the 2-7.

But I don't know when. There's
no rhyme or reason to this.

She's at the hospital, Jerry.
They pulled her out at the 15th.

- Oh, man.
- I think it's All Saints. I'm going there now.

All right, well, I'm coming with you.

So, you can deliver the keys to my office.

Oh, that would be great.
Thank you so much.

- Hey, I was trying to find you after the Grand jury.
- I had a lunch date.

I'm gonna find a mica
program for my client,

which he obviously needs.

- Will you make the rec to southwell?
- Please, Bobbi.

If he had a history of mental illness, you
would have come to me with this a long time ago.

- I know. I know how this looks.
- A little desperate.

But I had no idea what he was
gonna say to the Grand jury.

- How does that happen?
- He wanted to tell his side,

just not to me. It... it does happen.

Look, you can't come to me for a
sweetheart deal after the indictment,

especially when you're not giving me anything.
I have to answer for these things, you know.

I'm giving you what you saw.

You were 3 feet from the guy.
There's a major disconnect.

- Could have been an act.
- But it wasn't.

And I think you know it wasn't.

Come on. It's a small-potatoes case.
You're gonna win with your eyes closed.

Meanwhile, the only treatment
Wesley gets inside

is abuse from the other prisoners.

He'll be worse off than when he went in.

It'll be just as easy to help.

Mental illness?!

Girl, have you lost your mind?

It's a great deal, Wesley,
a gift from the prosecution.

But I ain't crazy! Damn!

All y'all so stupid.

Nobody's saying that you're crazy. Okay?

But if we go to trial and lose,

you'll end up in jail for a lot longer
than the three months they offered before.

This is a much better option,
safer, more comfortable.

- I ain't copping no plea.
- Wesley...

I ain't copping no plea! How many
times I got to tell y'all that?

We going to trial.

- We will lose.
- We ain't gonna lose.

Yes, we will.

Not if I tell 'em my side.

I'm only authorized to give patient
information to family members.

Family attorneys are like family.

Sorry.

- How...
- Roz.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I'm Deshaun Wagner. Suzette's my sister.

- She okay?
- Just a minute.

Deshaun.

- How you doing?
- I... I'm good. I'm good.

Hey, look, if... if you guys want to get
back, I got this, you know? I mean,

it's just gonna be Suzette screaming at some
doctor that he don't know what he doing.

I know y'all be crazy busy.

I've been chasing that girl
all day. I'm not leaving now.

- Okay.
- Mr. Wagner?

Uh, when your sister came
in, we found an infection.

I believe it was caused
by a ruptured appendix.

It moved very fast, and before
we were able to help her,

it had stopped her heart and
kidneys from working properly.

She passed away a few hours ago.

I am terribly sorry.

Thank you.

Okay. Okay.

They keep asking questions
I don't have the answers for,

- like why she was arrested in the first place?
- Why she didn't get medical attention sooner.

If they had sent her to central booking like
they were supposed to, she would have been screened.

- At least then...
- She would have had a chance.

Damn it.

W... we both know the answer, Roz. It's one jerk-off cop just doing

whatever he wants because
the thin blue line is solid,

and the civilian complaint
process is a joke.

I mean, there's no disclosure,
no accountability.

You know, I mean, t... that family
deserves to know why she died.

We're not gonna get anything from the cops.

- That's what I'm saying.
- But the people

who were in the cells can tell
us exactly what happened to Suzette.

Oh.

Oh.

- Feel like doing an arraignment shift?
- Yeah. I do.

I hope you brought your appetite.

I did.

'Cause you are about to experience
the best osso buco South of the park.

Voila.

Oh.

All right, we did law school, clerkship,

career aspirations... what
haven't we covered?

Well...

there is one question
that I wanted to ask you.

Shoot.

It's not about the gun, is it?

No.

But I will admit to some curiosity there.

I'm an assassin.

No, it's a personal-protection issue.

It's not related to work.

Not a stalker?

Please tell me it's not
some former defendant.

A former relationship gone awry.

One of the reasons I don't
do those anymore.

You don't do relationships?

I don't do romantic relationships.

Because of one bad apple?

Seems a shame.

I believe you mean that, Charlie.

I'm flattered.

No.

I, uh...

I said it was one of the reasons.

So you did.

I've had my one great love,

and I experienced it without restraint.

In the shadow of that,

romance becomes overwhelmingly...

... complicated.

Simplicity

for the price of loneliness
still seems steep.

I'm not lonely.

My friends are my family. My professional
relationships mean a great deal to me, too.

Speaking of which, are you
happy working with Judge Kessler?

Yes.

Is that why you asked me to dinner,

to, um, check the weather, so to speak?

Of course not. That would
be disrespectful to you,

not to mention your boss.

- I didn't mean to imply...
- If the time ever does come, though,

I would like to say that
my door is always open,

if you don't mind hearing it.

No, not at all.

So, I ain't going to jail?

With this judge, first offense train
hopping probably means community service.

- I'm down with picking up
trash, as long as I'm out. - You'll be out.

When you were at the precinct, did you, uh...

did you see a really pretty
black girl in one of those cells?

The sick one?

Yeah, she was there.

She was in the corner,
screaming that she was dying.

Loud, like on and on.

Every couple of minutes, the cops would
just come by and tell her to shut up.

Nobody tried to help her?

Well, I just figured it had
to be heroin, you know?

Like withdrawal? That's
pretty much what it looks like.

And it's definitely bad,

but if you're not swallowing
your tongue, you're not dying.

Next thing I know, she
threw up all this blood.

Everybody was yelling. That's
when they finally pulled her out.

She okay?

No, she's not.

Oh, yeah, the tall one?

She was, like, two cells down.
Girl has herself a voice.

What they get her for,
disturbing the peace?

Do you remember anything she said?

She wasn't feeling good,
she didn't do nothing,

cops had it out for her.

That's the clean version.

Was she on the van that took you
from the precinct to central booking?

Nah. They... they kept her back.

Should of kept her mouth shut, I guess.

She was behind me in line.

- What line?
- For the van that brought us here.

- She get on the van with you?
- When we were walking out,

one of the officers come over
and said something to her.

Like, was she having fun?

She got in his face, talking about how
her lawyer was gonna do this and that.

That's when the cop
pulled her out of the line.

You remember what this cop looked like?

What he look like? Yeah.

We'll get Deshaun a civil lawyer.

There's a lawsuit here.

Cold comfort.

Oh, son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch.

Excuse me. I'll... I'll catch up.

You know how this is gonna end, right?

- Hi, honey.
- You're gonna fail a drug test,

you're gonna screw up with a patient,
and you will be done as a doctor, Gavin.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Breaking into my apartment,

marking your territory like an animal...

Are you trying to tell me
that you weren't high?

Good grief. You know, thanks
for stopping by.

But I don't have the time
to deal with this right now.

Hey, look around you.

Think about how hard you've worked,

and then think for one second
about what the hell you're doing.

Hello, Charlie.

Early morning yoga class?

Yes, 6:00 a.m. Ashtanga with Jason.

You look a little peaked. Does
that mean your date went well?

It wasn't a date.

Oh. Your business get-together.

- Yes.
- Where did you go?

His chambers. It wasn't a date.

I believe you.

I really don't see Farnsworth
as being your type, anyway,

despite your history with older judges.

Well, that history remains
exclusive to you.

So, you just talked about business?

- Trudy.
- Am I prying?

I'm sorry. I... I thought we were friends.
We could talk about your date... your non-date.

- I'll stop.
- Look,

he is new to the courthouse.

He just wanted to talk to someone who
knows where the bodies are buried.

He's trying to poach you.

Poach me?

I'm just doing the math here, Charlie.
He doesn't have a law secretary,

and you were very impressive
the other night.

Plus, you took a dollar off him.

Is that sarcasm?

Yes. I'm sorry.

He did not try to poach me.

Okay. Thank you.

That's all I wanted to hear.

That's the way the system works.

Hello.

Judge Kessler, everyone.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Hello, Albert.

This is my courtroom.

This is my courthouse.

You have no idea the leverage I have.

You stay away from Charlie Sagansky,

or I'll end you.

Suzette Wagner's dead.

- Make yourself at home, Jer.
- She tell you her stomach hurt?

Because her appendix ruptured

after you pulled her out of
line and put her on the tour.

- Put her on the what?
- Precinct-to-precinct.

Out of the system, out of the courts,

away from her lawyer or anyone
else who could have helped her.

She's dead because of what you did!

She's dead because of herself...

Wrong place, wrong time,
wrong friends, bad choices.

Welcome to New York City. People die.

Tell yourself that before
you go to bed tonight.

Sleep well.

Kellerman.

Hey. What you can't see
from your high horse

is that half our job is just keeping
the animals from killing each other.

- Oh, you...
- Your girl was cursing and screaming,

- and she would not stop.
- She was screaming for a doctor!

We hear that all day.

She buried it in F-bombs, and the
other prisoners were getting agro,

so, yeah, I pulled her.

Things went sideways, and that's
too bad. But you know what?

- I'm gonna sleep fine.
- All right, how about we cut the crap, huh?

The only reason you put her on the tour was
to get back at me for making you look bad.

Yeah, you're right. It's
all about you, pal.

Why don't you take a deep
breath and count to 10, partner.

You don't want any part of this.

Thanks, Tommy. You're a sweetheart.

- Trial start now?
- Not yet.

The D.A. came back with
another offer, Wesley.

Yeah? Well, I'm coming
back with a big, fat "no."

This time, there's a
little extra incentive.

Hell, yeah, there's an incentive.

They know I'm gonna tell
myside, and they scared.

Yo, Pete!

The D.A. said you can keep it.

Serious business?

If you take a plea

and agree to the mica program.

You mean, I got to go to the cuckoo nest

in order to get my lamp back?

It's the only way, Wesley.

You gonna have to give me a second.

What you think?

Yeah?

A'ight.

When do I get this for real?

Soon as you're out, a couple hours.

Then we straight.

You coming out?

Uh, briefly, maybe. I have a dinner.

Ernhardt.

Shut it.

Nick?

A mica program for Wesley Wedderburn?

The guy was basically incoherent.

- I made the call based on...
- It's not your call to make.

- I know, but if I had come to you...
- It's not your call.

I've got 30 other lawyers in this
office who understand the protocol.

What's your problem?

You need to see the guy. Okay,
and not just the paper,

because you would have looked
at that and then said no.

And, I'm sorry, but that
would have been the wrong move.

So I took my best shot
at the right outcome.

And if that meant you
tearing me a new one... hmm...

Well...

so be it.

You don't trust me?

Should I?

To recognize good judgement? Yes.

Well, you don't trust me, either, or I wouldn't
have to clear it with you in the first place.

You and I should date.

You do it again, you're fired.

Right.

All right, so a girl is on
her way to the laundromat,

when, all of a sudden, a
cop pulls her over.

What for?

- Bogus traffic violation.
- I'm sorry. Why is it bogus?

All right, it's... it's totally legit
if it makes you feel all good inside.

She blew a light,

the cop pulls her over, pops her trunk, and, whoa,

there's a big bag of white powder.

- The laundry detergent.
- Yeah. But, of course, the cop thinks it's a huge bag of cocaine,

and he's just made the bust of
his life. It's funny, right? So

the girl is now behind bars, and the cop
is leaning on her to flip him some names

of the crew that she's
obviously running with.

That's when her lawyer walks in
and has the cop do a field test

on the bag of laundry detergent. Of
course, it comes back negative for cocaine.

- So she walks.
- She walks.

And would this lawyer
happen to be you, Jerry?

I got to go.

Hot date?

Uh, an old college friend. I'm gonna...

Uh, I'm not done with the story yet. Sit down.
It's a great story. You'll love it. I promise.

Okay.

So, she walks.

But the same cop arrests
her again 45 minutes later.

Because even if she did
just have laundry detergent,

she was obviously selling it as drugs,

which is a public health violation.

- Come on.
- True story.

Who is this cop?

See, the cop didn't like being embarrassed.
So not only did he arrest her again,

but he had her shuttled
between five different precincts

- over the course of 12 hours.
- So you wouldn't be able to find her.

The problem was that her appendix burst
probably right after the second arrest,

and,

uh, you know, even though she was in pain

and screaming for help at every
precinct, nobody actually did anything

until she vomited up a bunch of blood

and passed out, which...

Was about

four hours too late to save her life.

Oh, my God.

So...

I go back to the cop, and he says, uh...

He says...

"Welcome to New York City.

People die."

Are you serious?

Who is this cop?

I never met him before.

It was like Patrick or Parker...

Porter.

Detective Porter.

Great guy.

Michelle.

What?

Story's over.

Go meet your friend.

See you guys later.

Have fun.

Anybody want another?

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