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Who are you?

Stop! Stop!

Who is he?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Just shut up, Angela. Let him do what he wants!

-No! No! -No!

All right, go ahead.

No!

No!

Grandpa!

No!

No!

No!

Help me!

Please don't kill me.

No!

No!

No!

No!

Okay, people.

Now please take your time in answering this question.

I want you to take a good look at Mr. Boffano,

the man seated in front of you there.

And tell me if you've ever seen him before.

No, sir, I haven't.

I'm sorry I can't hear you.

Would you pull the mic a little closer, please?

No, sir, I haven't.

On TV? In the newspapers?

No, sir.

Do you read newspapers, ma'am?

When I have the time.

How often is that?

Never.

I am a single mother, Your Honour,

and I am trying to be a sculptor.

I have, well, a job all day

and when I get home I take care of my son.

I feel stupid saying that I don't keep up with the news, but...

Well, that's just how it is. I don't. I don't have time.

Ma'am, are you saying that you've heard nothing about this case?

Well, no, I have heard something.

When I told my son that I might be picked for jury duty, he said,

'Hey, maybe you'll get picked for that big Mafia case.'

And I said, 'What big Mafia case?'

And he said, 'You know, Louie Boffano.'

'He's gonna be tried for popping those guys.'

And he said that popping is when you kill somebody.

I said, 'Okay, I've got that.

But who's Louie Boffano?'

And he said, 'Mom, come on, he's the big Spaghetti O.'

Okay, people.

Enough!

Well, ma'am, what I want you to understand is that this may be a lengthy trial,

and that you would be sequestered during deliberations.

So if you tell me

that it would prove a grave hardship for you to serve on this jury,

I'll excuse you.

Well, then I think I could get someone

to take care of my son for when I'm sequestered.

You would like to serve?

Um, yes, I would.

Yes.

Hey, Eddie,

that license is registered on the name of Annie Laird.

48 Seminary Lane. Pharaoh, New York.

Thanks, Joey. Take care of yourself.

Hey, guess what? You were a star today.

-That's bull. I was zero-kid today. -Why?

Do you know where Jesse is on Dragon Rider?

He got to the fifth dome last night, man. I can't believe it.

I can't get to the second dome

without some stupid-ass troll slave clobbering me.

Well, maybe Nintendo's not your forte.

Mom, it's not Nintendo.

It's Sega.

Maybe you should focus on something else,

like your homework.

Anyway, you were a star today.

The star of county court.

I told them my son called Louie Boffano the big SpaghettiO,

and it got a big laugh.

Louie...

You're on that case?

Well, that's the one if they take me.

All right, she just picked up her kid at her babysitter's or something,

and we're going west on Ratner away from her house.

Well, thank you, Eddie.

Hey, stay with her.

I'm gonna check out her place.

Yeah, right.

You know what? It wasn't just the old godfather that got killed.

They killed his grandson too.

It made me start thinking about you and...

I don't know. I'm always talking to you about responsibility, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, so it wasn't such a good idea.

But it is a little bit exciting.

I need a little excitement.

Eddie, what's going on?

All right, I don't know where the fuck we are.

Looks like some kind of fucking whacked-out church or something.

Maybe she's some kind of religious freak.

Look, Vince, I think we ought to let this one go.

I mean, this whole thing, just don't...

it just don't smell right to me.

Eddie, you're fussing.

She's at work. Relax.

Yeah, right. Whatever.

And, you know, anything in the Reporter Dispatch about the trial,

anything at all, you're gonna have to cut it out so I don't see it.

Mom, you don't read the papers, you use it to wrap stuff.

Whatever. Just do it.

And, you know, when the jury deliberates,

I'll have to be sequestered,

which means I'll have to stay in a motel

and you'll have to stay with Mrs. Kolodny.

Mrs... Oh, shit! For how long?

I don't know. A week, maybe two, however long it takes.

-Mom, tell me you're kidding. -I tell you I'm not kidding.

Well, why? I mean, come on.

You just go in, you come back out and you say 'guilty.'

-Shh! Oliver. -What?

-Oliver. -Say, 'Fry the sucker.'

Come on, how long does it take?

I don't know, but do you think you can shut up?

-Six seconds? -Oliver.

-'Oliver.' -Oliver.

And end the letter, 'Sincerely, John Slivey.'

'Devotional Services Incorporated.'

'Books for the Soul.'

Oliver?

Math.

Now.

Mom, I've been thinking about this all night. You need to...

All right, she's walking towards the car with her kid.

Hey, Eddie, what do you think of her?

What do you mean, 'What do I think of her?'

I don't think nothing of her.

Do you think she's sexy?

Come on, she's a fucking mommy.

Well, I think she's sexy,

and smart.

This isn't your average mommy, Eddie.

I just think she's trouble.

Well, I think she's brilliant.

She makes sculptures that you can't see,

that you can only feel.

Yeah, you want to get out of there? She's coming your way.

All right, they just turned into the driveway.

You better get the fuck out of there.

Oh, come on, for Christ's sake, get the fuck out of there.

They're going in the front door. Go out the back.

Vincent, what the fuck are you doing?

Oliver.

All right, they're going in the front door. You gotta get out the back.

Are you hearing me?

I don't want any of your horse crap.

Come on.

I'm hungry.

What do you want?

Is there anything to eat around here?

Maybe a cockroach or two.

Mom, it's your duty to feed me.

-No, I'm sorry, can't do it. I'm busy. -What?

Feeding your buddy, Dragon Rider.

All right, you turn on the machine and I'll call for pizza.

-What do you want on it? -Oh! Some sausage.

Sausage. Get out of my face!

Sausages isn't crap. What do you mean? Sausage is good.

No. Hi, yes, I'd like to order a large pizza, please.

-Use your axe. -Okay. Okay.

Turn around and go and get him.

Go, go, go... Die, you sucker.

Okay, you got him. Hit him again. Hit him again.

-Go. Go. -Again. Again.

-Don't get away. Hit him again. -I got him.

-I did it. -Okay.

All right!

-Okay. -You're getting hit.

Get him. There we go.

No.

-Chill out, Momba. -Okay. Okay.

Just raise your axe.

-Remember, I told you. -Right there. Yeah, yeah.

Okay, now don't get hit by the fist.

Hit him! You're just, like, gonna sit there.

You set me up.

Okay, I'm gonna get him. There we go.

You cannot run from the wrath of Momba!

The Momba!

Hey, Lainie.

-Hey, Annie. -Is she here?

Yeah, she's coming right out.

His name is Mark Cordell. He's...

well, I don't know...

He's very polite, but...

he can be very intimidating. You know what I mean?

He knows his shit, Annie.

He does Alice Aycock, Christy Rupp.

He does not like the big-dick marble cowboys.

Anyway, he collects for himself, but mostly for friends.

And I mean big, big collectors, honey, big, big shits.

Like?

Sato Makamoto.

Bidi Karamora.

My stuff's gonna go to Japan?

I don't know, just some of the names he mentioned.

-Wait a minute, you didn't ask who? -Of course I asked.

He gave me vague.

-And that was good enough for you? -Well,

that and a check,

for $24,000.

Half of which is yours.

God, do I need this!

Annie Laird?

I thought it might be you.

Inez said you might drop by so I took a chance.

I bought some of your pieces. I'm Mark Cordell.

-Hi. -Hi.

I've got a check in my bag. Thank you.

Well, I didn't pay you nearly what they're worth.

No. Please, please.

How do you know me? Have we met before?

Inez showed me your picture in the catalogue.

Oh, God.

Well, you know, she said that my...

pieces were gonna go to Japan. Is that true?

-Yeah, that's likely. -So does that mean that's it?

I'm not gonna see them again.

No, not necessarily. No.

Do you have some time to talk this over? Maybe have some lunch?

Oh, now? You know, I'm...

supposed to be upstate by 2:00 for jury duty.

Well, I wouldn't wanna make you late for that.

Well, maybe just a quick bite.

So what was the first one?

Okay, the first one. Let me see...

The very first one.

When my parents split-up,

I went to stay with my grandmother for the summer

in Allentown, Pennsylvania. I hated it.

So I made this model of a wild meadow.

And I would keep it under the bed.

It had these bushes. It had thorns that I made out of staples,

and there was a stream made out of tin foil.

And I would...

reach under the bed,

you know, 'cause I was afraid of the dark,

and I would reach under and...

just touch it

and dream I was there.

And that's how you got started?

Yeah.

So what about you?

Were you afraid of the dark?

Well, it wasn't really very much dark...

in my house. We had a lot of kids.

I was the youngest.

A real madhouse,

a zoo.

Anyway,

you wanna know...

where your pieces are going, yes?

Mmm-hmm.

-Do you know Japan? -Mmm-mmm.

Well, contemporary art is a sort of currency there now

because its...

value is so inconstant.

It's so...

attractively pliant.

Wait a second. I'm...

I'm... I'm... I'm lost.

-I'm not connecting the dots here. -None of that really matters.

All that really matter is that we need to start getting new pieces,

try to record some six figure sales,

get you the right review in Artforum,

a proper niche at the Basel Art Fair.

That sort of thing. But that's my job, don't you worry about that.

-Listen, Mr. Cordell, I... -Please.

Call me Mark.

Okay, Mark.

-May I... -Listen...

May I call you Annie?

Yeah, you can call me whatever the hell you want,

but I'm not interested in having my art

used as some kind of currency.

Annie, what do you think

I get out of this? You think I make money off of this?

I don't. I don't need to.

What I do for a living pays me very, very well.

-Could I get you guys... -No.

Not now.

I do this so that artists like you can go into your studio

and work on your boxes

and not worry whether or not your children are being fed.

So that these idiots that control the art world,

these insects,

you don't have to bother with them.

So you can just...

do your work.

Hey, you guys. Okay, what do you think?

Pay up.

Forget about it. You're wearing the black one.

You look sexy in it.

Juliet, will you stop it. I do not wanna look sexy.

-I'm not wearing the black one. -Well, too bad.

And promise me you won't be shy with this guy.

I'm not shy.

-No? -No.

I'm private.

No, no, no. You clam up.

I just don't babble to men, that's all.

Babble?

Annie, this is not babble, this is an art.

First you say something to pump up his little ego, and then,

with a sly little, subtle savvy you puncture his balloon.

Then you stroke his silly little ego again,

and then you push him back, and you pull him in, and you push him back,

you pull him, and you push him, and you pull him

until you've got him dizzy and...

staggering and falling at your feet.

-Juliet? -Yeah.

When's the last time you slept?

You mean 'sleep' sleep?

Not just closing my eyes for a second while I'm doing a tracheotomy?

I don't know. I slept for a couple of hours on Monday night.

-Jesus! Why aren't you at home, in bed? -Would you cut it out?

I'm going to take the kids to a movie. This is a cinch.

Annie?

What?

How could I not come?

This thing today was the triumph of your life, girlfriend.

What?

# You, you You did it #

What did I do?

You sold three goddamn pieces!

You know what? I did!

Laozi says that returning is the movement of the Dao.

So are you a Daoist?

I don't know.

Laozi says that when the foolish man first hears of the Dao,

he laughs out loud,

which is certainly true in my case, I'm afraid,

but I also find it very compelling.

Become a valley, stop fighting against that structure

against that fate, what have you,

and everything will flow to you.

What do you think?

I think we need to take a left.

-Should I just... -Yeah, any one. It doesn't matter.

Just like the ones in the gallery.

You just stick your hand under and...

Cop a feel, yeah.

'The Dream of Giving Notice.'

Hmm.

What do you feel?

A keyboard.

A computer keyboard and something rough on the keys.

Is it sandpaper?

This is...

What is this? This is wire.

This is a cage.

This is a birdcage.

I'm caught in a birdcage.

The door is open, but I can't

quite squeeze through.

And now I feel a breeze on my fingertips just beyond my reach.

How did you do that?

And now a fluttering...

This is a bird.

This is amazing.

This is also a little bit strange. I mean,

reaching up underneath here and feeling your...

Private stuff?

Private stuff.

My God!

Annie, it doesn't have to only be a dream. You can give notice.

You can escape that hell.

You can do nothing but just make art for the rest of your life.

Would you like to feel another one?

There's a really good one right over there.

-This one? -Yeah, that one.

But I've already felt that one.

No, no. That one's the one... I just finished that one.

Well, I felt it yesterday.

Yesterday? I didn't even know you yesterday.

But I was here.

You're kidding, right?

Don't get up.

Annie, listen to me now.

You're in danger and your son is in danger.

Oliver. What do you mean? Where's my son?

He went with Jesse and Juliet to the movies, didn't he?

He's gonna be all right.

Such an extraordinary child.

Remember last night,

when the two of you were playing that video game upstairs

and you started to panic and he said, 'Chill out, Momba.'

You remember that?

How do you know that?

Annie,

when I heard the two of you, together, laughing,

I swore to myself that I would do everything

to make sure that he gets through this.

Do you understand me, Annie?

This is a very dangerous time for him.

He could stray.

He could commit some childish error and we could lose him.

That quick.

But you know what I think?

I think he's gonna be safe.

I think he'll grow up and he'll be healthy.

And your friend, Juliet, she'll be safe too. She'll be fine.

Everyone you care about, they'll all be safe as churches.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Annie,

nod your head now. Do as I say.

And, as for you,

all you have to do is wait.

That's all.

And then someone is going to contact you,

and tell you to say two words.

Two precisely.

Do you know what they are? Have you guessed yet?

No.

Not guilty.

Okay, Annie's home.

-Okay, brat, see you later. -Okay, I'll see you later.

Get out of here.

What do you want me to do?

Protect him.

Tell him that your date turned out to be a creep.

Hey.

Hi there.

-Hey, you all right? -Yeah.

Oh, it's nice to see you.

-What's the matter? -Nothing.

-Did you have a good time? -Yeah.

-So what's the matter? -Nothing, nothing.

Things just didn't go great with that guy.

-Is he still gonna buy your boxes? -Doesn't matter.

-Here. -You okay?

I am fine, sweetie. Go.

I'll be up in a minute, all right.

Just go on.

I still wanna buy your boxes.

No, I don't want you to buy my boxes.

I insist.

Annie, this will be over before you know it.

What?

Annie. Hey, what's up?

Boone?

Yeah, it's me.

Oh, Jesus. How are you?

I'm good. How the hell are you?

Hey, listen, don't go anywhere,

I've to put money in the phone, okay?

It's the 1950s here. Don't do anything.

It's gonna sound like we're disconnected.

Are you there?

Yes, that's better.

So, I brought one of the kids down to the hospital today,

and I just thought I'd grab a chance to call you.

How long has it been? How long since we talked?

Well, I don't know, probably the fall, sometime in the fall.

No, has it been...

It's been that long. You know, I've meaning to call,

but I'm still three hours from the nearest phone.

It's just not that easy.

How are you guys anyway? How's Oliver?

-Annie? Are you there? Yeah? -Um...

Yeah,

we're okay.

Good. I thought I lost you.

Listen, Annie, book your airline early this time, okay?

Because last time you know what happened.

You know, I don't think we'll be able to make it this summer. I'm sorry.

You're not gonna make it?

-Annie, you'll miss the fiesta. Why? -Boone,

you know, just because we had a connection once,

about a million years ago,

doesn't mean that you can just keep popping up into my life

whenever you want.

Annie, what's the matter?

I have someone here and he doesn't like these phone calls,

and, frankly, neither do I.

Okay. Uh...

Sorry. I didn't know.

You okay?

Yeah. And I'll be great when I can just get back to sleep.

Good night, Annie.

I'm talking to the Teacher and he says to me,

'Man don't want to come out of his house. Man don't want to be killed.'

So what?

So we could dig a tunnel.

You remember what he said to me, Paulie?

I remember, Louie. I remember.

And I say to the Teacher, I say, 'You wanna dig a tunnel?'

'Okay, dig a tunnel. Just kill that cocksucker.'

Mr. DeCicco,

that is you on the prosecutions tape, isn't it?

Yeah.

It's you and Louie Boffano talking about the Teacher.

Yeah.

So, who is this Teacher?

I don't know.

Do you know why he's called the Teacher, Mr. DeCicco?

'Cause when you see him, school's out.

School's out.

Meaning?

What the fuck you think it means?

Means you're dead.

Mr. DeCicco, not here.

-Sorry.

Did you have any direct dealings with this Teacher?

No, nobody knows who he is. He just does special jobs for Louie.

But didn't you testify yesterday under directive

that the Teacher had suggested a strategy

for negotiating with the Cali Drug Cartel.

-Maybe, but he didn't... -It was the Teacher

who arranged the link between Louie and the Calabrian Mafia, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Two alliances Salvador Riggio bitterly opposed.

Yeah.

And then one day the Teacher said

he could dig a tunnel to the house of Salvador Riggio

for the purpose of killing him, right?

-Right.

-And Louie Boffano said,

'You wanna dig a tunnel.

Okay, dig a tunnel.'

Yeah.

After all, the Teacher is the boss.

He can do what he wants, right?

Come on, give me a break. Teacher's not the boss.

You know of a single case in which his counsel

wasn't followed, Mr. DeCicco?

I told you, Louie's the boss. Louie gives the orders.

You mean Louie seems to give the orders, right?

Mr. DeCicco, do you know what a puppet is?

-Objection, Your Honour. -Sustained.

I'm sorry. Let me put it another way.

This is a puppet.

Maybe it seems to make its own decisions.

Objection.

Sustained. Mr. Bozeman, this is not a circus.

I withdraw the puppet.

No further questions.

The reporter will strike that remark from the record.

The jury will disregard it.

Counsel, take that puppet and put it away.

I just sustained an objection to it.

Oliver?

-Oliver? -Yeah.

Please get down here.

Anybody here?

-I was just playing around. -Yeah, well,

just take your costume off the kitchen table and put it where it belongs.

Mom...

-Oliver... -It was a joke.

Well, I'm not the mood, okay?

-What is it, Oliver? -Mom...

What is this?

This is my math...

You should just say something. Even if it's just, 'Okay.'

I got a 37 out of 100.

I can see that. What do you want me to say?

What's this?

I thought I told you never to come here.

Well, I...

You know, I need some help.

Could I get a few bucks on next month's rent? Huh?

-What the fuck is this? -Don't touch that!

It's a piece of art.

Rodney, it's a very delicate piece of art.

There you go. Here's somebody you have got to meet.

You have got to meet Lorraine.

This stuff isn't hard for you.

Lorraine? Who's Lorraine?

My girlfriend.

What's this? More art?

That's my girlfriend.

And, yeah, it's a piece of art. These are all...

pieces of art. That's why I didn't want you dropping by unexpectedly because I'm...

working on some very important pieces.

...who you are? What you do?

Let me tell you this. Get the...

Rodney?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later.

Going to do better.

You know, you've said that before.

-Well, I mean it this time. -Yeah, right.

You know what? I don't want to discuss this, okay?

Just get your coat on and let's go.

We don't have anything to eat in this house.

Hey, I know you.

You're the..

the artist, right?

Box lady?

Buddy of mine, Mark Cordell, bought a couple of your pieces.

This your kid?

-Hey, how you doing? Nice to meet you. -Hi.

What were those frozen things that you like?

-You mean RoboPops? -Yeah, go get some.

Tomorrow morning, 7:00 a.m.

The park and ride in Banktree.

It's off I-684, you know it?

Yes.

What did I say?

The park and ride, 684, in Banktree.

What time?

7:00 a.m.

Look,

you'll be fine.

We're not animals.

I got a kid, too, just a little older than him.

Teenager.

Anyway, I just want to tell you I know what you're going through, and...

hang in there.

Hey!

What's your name?

I can't tell you my name.

What do I call you then?

Call me Cap'n Crunch.

Captain,

thanks.

How are you holding up, Annie?

How have you been feeling lately?

Why don't you tell me? You listen to every word we say.

I don't enjoy invading your privacy.

You don't?

No.

But we can't afford the slightest error.

Now, I'm gonna say something to you that might be unwelcome,

but I'm gonna say it nonetheless,

I think you're being a little harsh with your child.

He may start to ask questions. He may talk to his friends.

He won't. He won't.

I just want to finish this as quickly and as painlessly as possible,

but I'm gonna need your help.

We have to work together, Annie.

I'll do what I can, all right?

Do you understand what our strategy was in the courtroom yesterday?

What was our strategy yesterday?

Louie Boffano didn't order the killing.

He's in the mob, maybe a bad guy, but just a figurehead.

He doesn't give orders.

That's right.

And if Louie Boffano isn't guilty,

then who is?

Who did kill Salvador Riggio?

You did.

You think I'm the Teacher, Annie?

Aren't you?

I would have you believe that.

The Teacher scares you, doesn't he, Annie?

Well, I'm sorry for the fear.

If I had any choice...

Any choice...

But

if I can keep you scared,

I can save your life.

Then he got down on the bed between my husband and me.

And he put his gun on Sal, on his mouth.

And what did the man do then, Mrs. Riggio?

He said, 'Open up, Sal, I don't wanna make a mess.'

'I don't wanna scare your wife.'

'We gotta work together, Sal.'

And then?

Then he killed my husband.

He killed my Sal. Shot him.

And what happened next?

Then the door opened and my...

Mrs. Riggio,

did someone come in?

Tommy,

my grandson.

He came in the room,

and he saw my Sal dead.

And then what happened?

Then the man,

he saw my baby.

And Tommy ran away, he ran down the hall.

He ran after him.

Then I heard the shot.

He killed my baby!

No further questions.

-Oliver? -Yeah.

Mom, Juliet called again.

It's only, like, the tenth time.

What's he doing here?

What do you mean? Jesse?

You're supposed to be doing your homework.

Bye, Jesse.

See you later.

Who the hell has been cutting into the newspaper?

I did.

You told me to.

You know what? You never do anything that I ask you to.

Why the hell did you have to do this?

'Cause you told me to!

What did it say?

You're not supposed to know what it says.

You said you weren't supposed to know what's in the paper or on TV.

That's not right.

You don't tell me what's right and wrong, you got it?

-Now, what the hell did it say? -I don't know.

Well, did it say Boffano was guilty?

-I don't know! -What did it say?

Was it compelling evidence, persuasive evidence,

do they want you to think he's guilty?

Mom, everybody knows he's guilty.

What's the matter?

What do you mean everybody?

Who the hell have you been talking to?

Nobody. You asked me not to.

No. I am not asking you, I am telling you.

You talk to anybody about this trial,

and I swear to God, I will beat the shit out of you.

Do you understand me?

Do you?

Yeah.

And that bullshit crybaby stuff stops right now!

Oh, shit.

Oh, I can't...

I can't do this.

Where is everybody? Huh?

Did I get this wrong again? Oh, jeez.

What do you mean? What time are you supposed to be here?

I was supposed to be here now.

You know what? I'm gonna go see if they're in the old practice fields. Hold on.

-Oliver! -Just hold on!

Get back here! Oliver, I don't want you going!

Just stay there!

Hey.

We need to talk.

I have to go. I'm gonna be late. And I...

Walk with me.

-I can't. -What if I were in trouble?

-What kind of trouble? -What if I...

were in really bad trouble?

What is it? Like a man, or work? What is it?

What if I couldn't tell you?

What do you mean, 'If you couldn't tell me?'

I'm your best friend. You've got to tell me.

-So you would tell me? -Of course.

Then do that.

I can't tell you what to do, Annie, I don't have a kid.

Still you love him. You love him as much as I do.

Don't you?

Tell me what to do, Juliet.

I think you've got to go to the judge.

You're gonna go to the judge,

you're gonna tell him that your son got sick.

Tell him that your son just got diagnosed with leukaemia.

-He's not gonna buy that. -Yeah, he will.

If you have a note from your doctor.

From me.

Okay?

I don't know.

I don't know. It just...

sounds sort of crazy.

You're right. What you're doing, the way you're handling it,

going along with these guys. It's much smarter.

-Then why did you... -Because I don't take orders very well.

From monsters, I don't take them at all. But that's just me.

He's your kid, Annie.

Once we're back in the car,

you never talk about this.

Okay?

Not a word, not a question.

Say it. Say, 'I'll never talk about this in the car.'

I'll never talk about this in the car.

'Or in the house.'

Or in the house.

I knew it.

-Oh, God. -You're just too smart.

I'm glad you figured it out.

And I'm glad you went to Juliet.

Are you scared?

Yeah.

Just a little.

But we're gonna turn this thing around, okay?

Yeah.

Excuse me, may I help you?

I just need to see the judge.

What are you doing here?

I need to see you.

You know who I am.

Yes, you're a juror.

Open that door, please.

I wanna talk to you alone.

Let me just explain something to you.

When you come into my chambers, this is not a trivial thing.

When a juror visits a judge,

this can have serious consequences.

Now,

if you still have a problem and you...

wanna talk about it,

then I'll call the Defence Attorney and the DA and we'll sit down and talk...

No, I wanna talk to you alone.

I don't want them. I only wanna talk to you.

-Alone? -Alone.

Well, you can't talk to me alone and whatever that is,

I don't wanna see it. Not without the attorneys present.

Are you telling me that I'm making a mistake?

Madam,

what I remember about you

is that I gave you every opportunity

to get out of serving on this jury.

But you insisted

you wanted jury duty. Do you recall?

Well, you want to serve, you don't want to serve.

You have a problem,

but you don't think the defendant has a right to hear it.

Well, I think

you're wrong.

He happens to be on trial for murder.

He was every right to hear it.

Now,

shall I try to locate his counsel?

No,

I've changed my mind.

You and your fucking '77 Knicks.

You think your fucking Earl 'The Pearl,' could play John Starks?

Hey, man, Earl 'The Pearl' would've blown fucking John Starks

right out of the Garden, my friend.

John Starks would take Earl 'The Pearl...'

Annie,

I'd like you to meet Rodney.

Rodney, this is my friend, Annie.

Your girl is a fucking knock-out.

Rodney, here, is about a half a gallon of sewage

that just backed up from New York City, Annie.

Hey, don't give me that shit!

I offered to drive Rodney home because

I think he's had a little bit too much to drink.

Well...

Annie,

would you like to ride with us?

Shove it up your ass.

-I'll drive my own car. -Hey, man, get in the car.

Come on. I want you to get into the back seat,

'cause I want Annie to ride up front with me.

Rodney is not making a great success in his sojourn here on earth.

He's a drunk, he's an imbecile.

You button up that bum hole, buddy.

But his friends take good care of him.

Even after all those DUIs...

...he's still on the road.

Hey, you said you had some scotch, right?

Break it out, shit-for-brains.

Annie, could you reach into my bag and take out the bottle that's in there?

-This? -Yeah, that's it.

I don't want you to spill any, Rodney.

What do you think? I'm gonna stick this in my face?

Just suck on it.

If you think it's gonna affect my high regard for you, Rodney,

well, it won't.

You ass hole.

Just lie down, Rodney.

I've put something in there to make you sleepy.

So go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

-What are you doing? -I'm doing Rodney.

I wanna see what life is like through Rodney's eyes.

And just like I thought, it is one big blur.

Look at Rodney now, Annie, look at him.

He's just like the rest of us.

Spending all of his time trying to stay out of the way of fear.

Anything to not feel fear. Anything.

Don't you ever feel fear?

I feel it all the time, Annie.

I had a bout with it today.

But you know, Annie,

I bow to fear.

It's terror that teaches me my shape, Annie.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Lacrosse.

They say it's the most dangerous sport in the country,

but I guess if it weren't very dangerous, then...

young boys wouldn't wanna play, would they?

Oliver plays lacrosse, doesn't he?

What are we doing here?

I wanna teach you what you love, Annie.

The grey suits want you to love the law,

justice,

but what good are the grey suits?

Are they gonna shield you?

Are the grey suits gonna shield you, Annie?

Can the grey suits shield you from somebody like me?

I mean, look at me!

I'm Rodney. I'm old, and I'm tired,

but when I'm behind the wheel of this car,

I'm a young buck again.

I might take this curve here a little too fast.

Please stop!

Look, I didn't tell the judge, I swear! I did not tell the judge.

I didn't tell him!

-Aw! Who's gonna protect you, Annie? -You will.

-Who's gonna protect you? -You will.

And I want you to say it! 'The Teacher will protect me!'

The Teacher will protect me!

-Say it! -The Teacher will protect me!

-Say it again! -The Teacher will protect me!

Sure, you can put the Teacher in jail, you can sizzle Louie Boffano,

but what are you gonna do about this drunken Rodney

behind the wheel of this car?

I'm looking down this road and it's just one big blur to me!

But I think I see a boy on a bicycle

who looks an awful lot to me like... Hey.

Oh, God, no!

No! Oh, God! Please no!

-Who will protect you? -Please, no!

-The Teacher! -Who will protect you?

-The Teacher! -Who will shield you?

-Say, 'The Teacher!' -The Teacher!

-Say it, 'The Teacher will protect me!' -The Teacher!

-Say it! Again! Again! Again! -The Teacher will protect me!

No!

Here.

Oh.

You can't let him drive like that!

You're absolutely right, Annie.

He could hurt somebody.

No!

Make sure she gets home safe, Eddie.

Where you going?

Why did he do that?

'Cause you scared him.

You don't ever wanna do that shit again 'cause he will hurt you.

I don't wanna see you get hurt.

You said you had a kid, right, captain?

Eddie.

My name is Eddie.

Yeah, I got a daughter. 14.

Why do you let him do these things?

You got too many questions. Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Mom.

Do you think we could go to the mall later?

No.

Get some ice cream?

No.

I wanted to tell you about my day.

Did you talk to Juliet today?

Juliet? No. Why don't you finish your homework?

Did you talk to Juliet today?

Did you talk to Juliet today?

Juliet? No. Why don't you finish your homework?

He looks good.

-You gonna examine me like that sometime? -Oh, you wish.

You're on call on Saturday night.

You said he can be reasoned with.

But he can't.

What happened?

We tried it your way, Juliet.

And it didn't work out.

Now, you've got to promise me

that you're gonna stay out of our lives.

And that's what Oliver wants, too?

Well, Oliver thinks that we should be heroes,

but he's wrong.

But he's promised to keep his mouth shut so that's all that matters.

And now you've got to promise, too.

Promise you what? I'm going to abandon you?

That you're gonna keep your mouth shut and stay out of our lives.

It's my life, right?

Isn't that what you said? My life, my kid?

-Right? -Yeah.

Promise me.

I promise you.

Hey, Oliver.

Hi, Annie.

-Oliver... -Puberty.

Okay.

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Not guilty.'

What?

That's what it says. Calm down.

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Guilty.'

'Not guilty.'

-Two... -So we have 10 guiltys

and two not guiltys.

Wait a minute.

I mean, I'm sorry, but how can anybody think this guy is not guilty?

I mean, who voted not guilty? Can I ask?

You can ask, but nobody has to say if they don't want to.

-I voted not guilty. -You did? Why?

I don't think the government proved its case.

-Guys, guys, come on. -'Proved?' It's open and shut.

So you say.

I mean,

we have the tape, right? Did you hear the tape?

So you say.

Roland, you're gonna drive me nuts.

Look, suppose they were all lying, all the witnesses.

The cop, the mule, DeCicco.

We still got the goddamn tape.

I mean, it's on the tape that he says... What is it about the tunnel?

-Yeah. -I says to the Teacher, I says,

'You wanna dig a tunnel,

dig a tunnel,

kill that cocksucker.'

I mean, you think he's talking about the Tunnel of Love?

Hold on.

Don't tell me you're the other one.

For Christ's sakes.

Look,

that tape, I mean, does that prove anything?

-I mean, it wasn't a direct order. -Right.

'Kill that cocksucker.'

That's not a direct order?

Come on, he could've just...

-been bragging. -He was bragging.

He was bragging how he'd send a hit man to kill Riggio.

You know, maybe it's not fair to pick on the not guiltys.

You know, maybe we should have to explain our case. You know?

What's our evidence? Let's start with that.

This is ridiculous.

Man, come on, sit down. It's the process.

We're gonna be stuck in that motel for weeks.

Despite substantial evidence

in the State's case against mob boss, Louie Boffano,

speculation turns toward the possibility of a hung jury

as deliberations move into the third day.

In other news...

I wanna know why you're not leaning on the union guy.

It's making me nervous.

Because he's not powerful enough. That's why.

Oh, is that right?

So this artist broad, she's the one with the power now, huh?

We hope so, yeah.

Well, you know what I think?

I wanna go with the union guy.

And when my father's away,

I'm the boss of this family,

so I think you'd better listen to what I'm telling you, okay?

Let's go.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Joseph.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Whoa!

Go back to the car.

Let me ask you something.

Do you take money from my family?

I take a great deal of money from your family,

but that doesn't make you in charge. I mean,

Joseph,

your father knows what's going on.

I don't like you, okay?

I don't like what you're doing to my family,

I don't like the shit you're getting us into with these Cali ass holes,

these fucking guys from Calabria!

You act like you're some fancy, sweet-smelling piece of shit.

You're from the same neighbourhood that I'm from,

that my father's from.

You know what I think?

I think you're just a sick fuck.

I know you're a friendless fuck.

You always was, even when you was a little kid.

Even Eddie.

He thought you were smart,

he brought you into the family, but even him,

he don't like you.

Nobody likes you.

Come on.

I got work to do.

Hey, listen to me!

Go with that union guy.

-Hello? -When your room mate falls asleep again,

come out to the balcony and slide the door shut behind you.

Annie.

Come here.

I want you to take this and stand over there and pretend to be smoking.

It's risky to talk but I wanted you to know, Annie,

that you're never out of my thoughts.

Will we win?

No.

Why not?

He's guilty.

The others, they know it.

Annie,

if the jury hangs, if there's a mistrial,

then the people I work for, they will hurt you just to punish me.

Hold on a second.

That's not part of the deal.

I thought if I kept voting not guilty...

No, no, we have to have an acquittal.

Do you understand? We have to win this thing.

You're out of your mind.

Annie, that's why I chose you.

I chose you over all of the other jurors because I know who you are

-when you wake up. -Look, I can't turn black into white.

Louie Boffano could not possibly have done this.

You have to teach them that. He doesn't have the brains,

he doesn't have the courage, he's a clown, he's disposable.

But you, on the other hand,

can do what I'm asking you to do

because you have the spine.

That's what you and I have in common.

We're artists.

We're intelligent. We have passion.

But Louie Boffano? Please.

It just isn't possible.

What do you want me to do? Threaten them?

The jury is afraid.

They're instinct is to acquit.

They're just waiting for somebody like you to march in there

and give them the excuse to do it.

I can't.

You will.

I got you something.

And I want you to wear it.

Please take it.

Don't worry.

I'll be with you every step of the way.

You're being completely unreasonable.

Two people testified against the Teacher.

They talk about him on the tape!

How can you admit he didn't even exist?

I don't know who he is!

It doesn't matter who he is!

The only thing that matters is you know how powerful he is.

Can't you see that? Didn't that get through to you?

Annie.

What?

There's no need to raise your voice here.

Sorry.

What, are you crazy? Kayaking?

Well, actually, what I love the most is ocean kayaking.

Like down South at night.

You know, there's this phosphor in the water...

-What would you like? -Fruit punch.

And it's like...

Thanks. It's, like,

lit, you know?

-It's beautiful, it's amazing. -Really?

It's an amazing thing to see.

You're pretty wild. You are quite a free spirit.

Well, you know...

You know, I was thinking that maybe, if you'd like,

after this is over,

we could go kayaking together on the Hudson sometime.

I'd really like that. That can be really great.

Sometime.

Really?

That's cool.

Think about how they sounded when they said his name, 'The Teacher'.

Almost whispering.

And that guy, DeCicco, when he said 'The Teacher,'

he was looking around that courtroom and he was scared to death.

-Bullshit. -Hey, take it easy.

Well, no, it's all right. Go ahead, Barry. What?

God damn it. Boffano is the boss! They work for him!

Thank you.

I don't know.

I think maybe Annie's got a point here.

Okay. Wait, okay?

They've got all of these deals.

Cali, the Calabrians,

the government of...

What is that? The government of what?

Curacao, okay, so they've got that, they've got Jamaican runners.

So there this...

whole huge web

with one spider sitting in the middle of it,

one guy scheming this whole thing.

And you think that's Louie Boffano?

All right, so the Teacher advises him. Big deal.

The Teacher doesn't advise Boffano. Uh-huh.

He told him, 'I'm gonna dig a tunnel to Riggio's house

and I'm gonna kill him.'

But Boffano gave his okay.

He said, 'Kill that cocksucker.'

Okay, so suppose I said, 'I'm gonna kill this guy right here.'

And you said, 'You know what? Great. Do that. Kill that cocksucker.'

Now, does that make you a murderer?

I don't believe this. You really want us to let this grease ball go free?

You know, I really don't care for the term grease ball.

All right, I'm sorry. But, I mean, how much goddamn evidence

-do you people want? -Evidence, you know that's there...

I don't get it.

It isn't what we want.

The evidence to get is beyond a reasonable doubt...

'Reasonable.' That's what I'm talking about.

-Listen. -What the hell is reasonable?

Use common sense.

Does that mean every infinitesimal, little,

teeny bit of goddamn anything that's possible?

-Can I finish, please? -Why should we let you go on and on?

You're not saying anything new.

So what are you thinking?

What I'm thinking is these people are scum. And I...

You know what?

I don't care any more,

one way or the other.

I'm tired.

-Reasonable doubt. You got it. -Hold on a minute.

Maybe I don't understand the evidence.

But I know a kid got killed. That's it.

I mean, a little boy.

And if we set this guy free,

I know what he's going to do.

He's going to go right back to selling drugs,

hurting more people.

Annie,

I don't need evidence for that.

I know it.

And, Laura,

the evidence says...

that the Teacher ordered the killing,

not Boffano. The Teacher.

Do you have a child?

What does that have to do with it?

It has everything to do with it.

I have a boy, Laura.

And I am terrified that something could happen to him some day.

And I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that we've got to protect the children.

There's all of this chaos and it just keeps getting worse and worse.

And there's nowhere to go to get away from it.

But the law says

that if they don't prove that Boffano committed the crimes

he's charged with, prove beyond a reasonable doubt,

then we have to set him free.

We have to, even though we hate it.

And you just pray that you get him next time.

But if you twist the law even just a little for the best of reasons,

then the law loses whatever power it's got.

And then my child is in even more danger than before.

And so are your grandchildren.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

On both counts, we find the defendant not guilty.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

Prisoner is released. This court is adjourned.

-Justice! -Yeah!

# You can't have none of him

# He's our Louie

# His heart, it beats too strong for you

# Sorry, Miss DA But I think he's just wrong for you #

But he's so right for us, isn't he, folks?

Let's hear it for him!

Welcome home, Louie!

Hey!

We tipped the scales on our side, eh?

This is to the trial being over.

And to a friend being home.

Finally. Drink up.

Mmm!

I got a new boyfriend.

Okay, I know what you're thinking, but he's a very cool guy.

Takes pictures, travels around the world.

God, I'm having just so much fun right now, I can't stand it.

Are you guys fabulous?

Your wonderful personalities are coming right out...

I don't feel like celebrating. Can I be excused?

Congratulations, Louie.

I wasn't concerned, you know?

Not for a minute!

I swear, if I'm lying, may God strike me dead on this spot.

Come here, come here.

-Congratulations, Louie. -Wonderful.

You know,

that jury lady,

I didn't like the way she looked at me.

She made me a little uncomfortable.

Well, she's afraid of you, Louie.

But I wouldn't worry about it. She's not gonna be a problem.

No problem at all.

'No problem?'

What, is everything no problem to you?

The last time I heard 'no problem'

from you was with Sal fucking Riggio,

and then there's some kid who was there

that you should've known about, but you didn't,

and bada-bing my father's on trial for his fucking life!

Two made guys whack each other. Who gives a fuck?

But you killed a kid.

Now the state's got a hard on for my family

ten fucking yards long

because you killed a kid!

Oh, hey. Whoa, whoa.

Hey.

You're my son. My son.

What are you gonna do?

He worries about me.

He thinks you're a psycho.

Whatever he says, he says out of love for his father, so...

Go ahead.

Give me the money.

Are you sure we're not gonna have any problem with this woman?

Don't worry about it, Louie. No problem.

I got my eye on her.

Miss Laird,

get up quietly, speak to no one. Come with me.

Your bank account shot up to $12,000 last month.

-I sold some art work. -Good for you.

But you know what?

We don't really care how you got it.

'Cause we don't think you did this for the money.

We think these guys scared you.

They're still scaring you.

Now it's time to stop being scared.

Let us get you out of this mess.

How would you do that?

You help us,

you testify for us, we're gonna put you somewhere safe.

You and your boy.

And then what?

Whatever you want.

The mob aren't what they used to be, Ms. Laird.

They don't often kill civilians.

-Now can I go? -Not yet.

Yeah, hold it.

Well, then I'd like to make this quick, 'cause I wanna to get home

before my kid gets out of school.

Send a car over and have the kid picked up.

No! You just stay away from my house!

You put me in danger when you come around my house,

don't you bastards understand that?

In danger, Ms. Laird?

From what?

From the man in the moon.

Suppose there were an unfortunate leak to the press

to the effect that you were cooperating?

'Juror brings tampering charges against Boffano.'

That'd make a great story, wouldn't it?

You know, you do this,

and they'll kill my child.

No, they won't.

You help us, they won't.

They always threaten. Always.

But they don't do squat.

Who else is gonna protect you?

Look, I'm not saying no.

But I'm gonna need some time to think about this.

How much time?

Oh, just a day or two.

But you keep your people away from us.

You wanna watch me, okay.

But don't you let anybody know you're watching. Do you hear me?

I'll give you 48 hours.

When you're ready to talk,

find a secure line. Dial this number.

You can trust anybody in this room.

Paul!

I had a shitty day.

-Let's see what we can do about that. -Oh, good.

Shake it!

Give me another one.

That's a bad idea.

I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing.

I want you to do something for me.

What else? What else could I possibly do for you?

I want you to take these.

What are they?

Secobarbital and

Amobarbital.

Stuff like that.

No, I don't want you to take them for me.

I want you to do it for Oliver.

Who are you?

Well, haven't you figured that out yet?

I'm Annie's friend.

You had all the answers

when you told Annie to go see that judge, didn't you?

When you put Oliver at risk.

This boy that you care so much about.

Then you had ice in your veins.

Then you wanted to be the big heroine.

Now I'm gonna give you a chance to be a real heroine.

Because after what you've done, this is Oliver's only chance.

I care about him just as much as you do but...

I will kill him.

I told Annie what would happen if she betrayed us.

And I am a man of my word.

The way of power is the unvarying way.

Now the police are with Annie

and we have to give her a little taste of grief to save Oliver.

Just a little inoculation

to make sure she stays afraid.

-No! No! -Take it.

-No! -Take it. Take it.

Fuck. Help!

Take it.

There.

Drink it. Drink.

It's all right. Digest.

No one at the hospital would believe it.

Why would she kill herself...

She's gone.

I don't know if the Feds got her in a safe house or something.

But she cleared out all her bank accounts.

She took that money you gave her. And she's gone.

Oh, hey, it's all right.

I mean, she's never gonna betray us.

What are you kidding me?

She hates our fucking guts.

All she needs is some time to be alone.

I'm so sick of that bullshit with you.

How the fuck do you know that?

Because a friend of hers died last night.

Who died?

The doctor.

Annie is in great danger

and her child is in great danger

and I will do everything that I can...

to protect them.

Now what part of that don't you understand?

I mean,

I could explain it to you.

That's all right.

I don't need your explanations.

Hello?

Um, Miss Emma Faldo?

Yes, speaking.

Yes. This is John Slivey in New York.

Your cousin, Annie Laird,

was working for me up until about a week ago

and she listed you as an emergency contact

and I have a pay check for her and no way to reach her.

Do you happen to know where I can...

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

-No? -No, I'm sorry.

I see.

-Well, that's too bad. -I wish I could be of more help.

Anybody else in the family might know how to...

-No, I don't think so. -...reach her?

-Not since... -Really?

It is easy to lose touch.

Gracias.

Gracias.

Talk about a surprise! God!

-Uncle Boone. -Oliver! Look at you! Hey!

Here. Over here.

You guys are gonna love it here.

You know, tomorrow I'm gonna take you

to this beautiful Mayan altar.

Wish I had more time!

More time? Annie, when you live here, it's all you have, is time.

I have to go back. And I need you to take care of Oliver.

What? Wait a minute.

Look, you have to do it. There's no one else.

There's no way you're going back. You're not leaving.

-I'm not letting you go back. -It's not your choice.

Your choice is you can take care of Oliver,

or you can send him home with me to be killed.

And I'm asking you to take care of Oliver.

I know what I'm asking.

I know it's too much.

But there's no one.

There's nobody else I've got to go to.

Please. You're my oldest friend.

Why do you want to go back?

I have to.

-Hello? -Yeah, she came back.

She what?

She came back. Just like you said she would.

Yeah, she wants to meet you tomorrow. 1:00.

-Hey. -Yeah, I'm here.

Why the fuck would she come back?

Huh?

Well, she had to come back.

She got her child to safety. She took him...

to this little village in Guatemala.

Some place that I could never find them.

And she had to come back.

I mean,

everything that we've been through is like a marriage,

Annie and I.

She couldn't let it go.

She couldn't.

Yeah.

-No, it's too dangerous. -But it's the only way.

-If he finds out you're wired, you're dead. -He won't.

-What if he pats you down? -He won't.

He thinks that I'm timid.

He would never touch me unless I wanted him to.

He likes to be thought of as a gentleman.

Ms. Laird, I don't wanna lose control here.

I don't wanna put you in an unsafe situation.

Oh, and you think that I'm safe here with you?

Listen.

Please, just give me the wire. Please.

I will get you such juicy stuff on Boffano

that you could lock him up for the rest of his fucking life.

You could put them all away.

What do you think of them?

My guardians.

They're clueless. Incompetent.

They irritate me.

You know what irritates me most is their weakness.

Well, I think that you should forgive them.

Their hearts are fine and they do love you, Annie.

Don't tell me that.

Don't you talk to me about love and forgiveness.

Oh, you bastard!

I hate you, you know that I would kill you if I could.

Or is this the lesson for today, Teacher?

Or is it how terror is doing me so much good?

How strong it's gonna make me?

Or is it how your love is gonna save my child?

-Annie... -You shut up!

Don't you smile at me.

Don't you ever fucking think you can smile at me.

Don't you even look at me.

You wanna know what I hate most?

I hate that you were right.

I am stronger.

Annie...

Is that all that you feel?

Stop.

Just stop.

Do you hear that?

I went back to my studio again.

Looked at all my old work.

And it all seemed just so restrained. Smothered.

No fire. No guts.

Just the way my life has always been.

Smother the passion.

Anything that you're frightened of,

lock it out.

I don't wanna live like that any more.

I don't want any more weakness.

And this is what I don't understand.

You have all of this strength,

and you work for Louie Boffano, that...

Goon.

Well, he's...

he's your friend.

Louie Boffano doesn't have any friends.

He's a monster.

And like most monsters, he commands some respect. But...

not for long.

My colleagues from Cali are growing very tired of him.

Are you gonna get rid of him?

Well, eventually we'll discard Old Louie, but for the time being,

we might keep him as a figure head.

Take the heat off of me. Let him be a mountain.

I'll be a ravine.

God, I'd like to have a place like this someday.

With a farmhouse,

wood floors,

a child playing in the yard.

A child like Oliver.

And after that, I want nothing

but love.

Do you think I can turn myself into sheer love, Annie?

Do you think I have that power?

I'm sorry that you hate me.

Because I do love you.

What the hell were you doing?

The door opens, the door shuts. Then nothing.

Look, Eddie was driving around.

The Teacher just never showed up.

Look, maybe he guessed something was going on.

How would he guess that?

I don't know.

You figure it out.

Me, I'm going home.

We're not done yet, Ms. Laird.

Oh, yes, we are.

If you want anything else out of me tonight,

you're gonna have to arrest me.

Annie?

Don't call me Annie.

Ms. Laird?

Who the hell is this?

Stop.

It's okay. It's okay. I know her.

Hey, what are you, deaf? I said stop.

-I said stop. -It's okay. I know her.

-You know her? -Yes.

Mr. Boffano, I need to talk to you.

What can I do for you?

Do you recognize me?

Yeah, sure.

You're the juror lady.

What do you want?

I have something to show you.

You got something for me?

What?

A gift.

I give you a gift and you leave me,

my friends and my family alone.

Of course.

I would never hurt your family,

nor you, nor nobody.

Lady, I don't even know you...

Swear it, Louie, and I'll give you your gift.

Hey,

I'm not interested in your fucking gift.

-Oh, yes, you are. -Lady.

-Hey, hey. -Easy, easy, easy.

She's got something you gotta hear.

Come here.

Go ahead.

Louie Boffano doesn't have any friends.

He's a monster. And like most monsters, he commands some respect.

But not for long.

My colleagues from Cali are growing very tired of him.

Did you enjoy that, Mr. Boffano?

Would you like to hear more?

When did you tape this?

Yesterday.

-And who wired you? -I wired myself.

Let me have it.

-Not until you swear. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, I swear.

I'm out of your life forever. Let me have it.

I wouldn't waste any time.

Vince.

Hey, Ed. What are you doing here?

Louie wants to meet.

When?

Today. 6:00. Palisades.

I don't know. The meetings are so risky, you know.

I mean, can't you just tell him to relax?

Yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll tell him.

No, he says it's important.

Why all this urgency?

It's about Annie.

He says he can't trust her.

Wants her taken out.

What do you think, Ed? You think she needs to be taken out?

Since when does anybody give a shit what I think? Right?

Well, I mean, you just seemed to have developed

a certain amount of fondness for her lately, you know.

Yeah, well,

that's history.

It's just business, right?

-Yeah. -Well...

Do what you gotta do.

6:00, right?

Yeah.

So every other day of the year, they call him San Simon,

and they treat him with great respect.

But tomorrow, they'll call him by his real name.

Judas.

They take him to that tree over there and they hang him.

Oliver?

What's wrong?

-When's she coming back? -Dr. Boone!

-Doctor! -Hey, just one second.

Oliver,

she left you here because she loves you,

okay?

Yeah.

Here. Go have some fun, all right.

I gotta go deal with this. I'll catch up with you, all right.

I don't think we have to worry about that.

-Yeah. -What's in the case?

Open it up.

I'll just have to get back to you.

Vincent.

I'm glad you came.

What's this?

I want you to take your money back.

Things got a little more complicated than we hoped, so...

the money's yours.

Let's walk. We need to talk. Mmm?

It's more than 10 years, we've been working together. Isn't that right?

Yeah.

You know what...

I don't know the first thing about what makes you tick.

Isn't that funny?

I mean, in all those 10 years,

I don't know nothing about you.

Until...

this woman, I mean, this juror woman,

this morning, to my mother's grave she comes.

-And she says to me... -What?

Annie came to see you.

She said you've been saying ugly things about me.

Said you called me a mother fucking monster.

Oh, please. Don't even try to deny it.

It's on tape.

That woman,

you know the one you've gone soft over,

you think is the love of your life,

she wants you dead.

You said you were gonna discard me.

Now look who gets discarded.

Get it done.

And everybody thought you were a genius.

Hey, Joseph. Take a look at your father.

You're fucking crazy.

Bada-bing!

Hello?

-Eddie? -No, it is not Eddie.

He's right here. Would you like to speak with him?

Annie, I suppose I should be angry with you for betraying me, but I'm not.

I know that this has been hard for you.

I did things

to protect you and Oliver.

It must have been difficult for you to grasp.

What you would say, what you would do to protect your child.

I mean, you bring Oliver down to Guatemala and then what?

You're gonna come back here and you're gonna destroy me?

Well, that is not going to happen.

Do you remember what I told you at the studio that night?

I told you if you would trust me, then Oliver would be safe.

But if you betrayed me, then no matter what the personal cost to me,

Oliver would suffer. Do you remember that?

And I begged you to believe me.

But how can I ask you to trust me

when mistrust and betrayal are rooted in your character.

I can just as easily ask you to change the pattern of the stars.

But now Oliver is going to die in the morning. We both know that.

And there's nothing we can do to stop that.

We can only witness.

Enjoy your flight, Mr. Wordham.

You can board now.

-Here's my ticket. -I'm sorry, you've just missed this flight.

Ma'am?

Look, I have to...

My son is dying, okay. I got to get to the gate.

No, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Well, we can put you on another flight.

If you hurry, there's another flight to Guatemala via Houston.

-Where? What gate? -126.

-Habla ingles? -Yes, I do.

-What's your name, man? -Danielle.

You think I could hire you to give me a ride somewhere?

No, I'll give you a ride. You don't have to pay.

It will be a long journey.

I got to have a car. I have a lot of money. I just need one car.

Look, I don't care. Here's everything I've got, okay. Just get me there.

Oliver?

Oliver?

What is this? A fucking zoo?

-Annie! -Get back, Boone. Right now.

-Mom! -Oliver, get out of here.

Get him out of here! Get him out of here!

-Let go! Mom! -Annie!

Get off!

Oh!

Annie, you really are astonishing.

I mean,

you won over the jury,

and then you set me up with Boffano.

And now you've chartered a plane.

Yep. With your money.

But you're right, Annie.

You have to kill me.

I see that now. It has to be that way.

Because if you shoot me,

then you and I will be bonded forever.

No, we won't!

-Oliver? Oliver? -Mom?

I love you.