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[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Chattering On Police Radio ]

Helen. [ Siren Stops ]

Jimmy, what are you doing here? That's my priest in there.

Your priest? And my client, I guess, from what little the detective said.

What's going on? The detective didn't tell you?

He-He just said Father Ryan asked him to call.

Well, your priest is in a little bit of trouble.

He killed somebody.

- Come on. - [ Car Engine Starts ]

[ Chattering ] [ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

[ Man ] Ma'am.

[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

Father.

Jimmy, thank you for coming.

I did not do this. All right. Calm down.

They read you your rights and stuff? Yes. Yes. I didn't do this.

Okay. Don't say another word to nobody.

- [ Helen ] How old? - Sixteen, maybe.

Coroner thinks he's been dead about a day.

Cause of death: fractured skull.

He's innocent, Helen.

He never could have done something like that.

Swear to God.

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Cell Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Sirens Wailing ]

I don't like it. [ Lindsay ] You will.

When a client walks through the front door, Bobby, he comes in with hope.

I mean, this place shouldn't look so dark and gloomy.

Anything new on the priest?

Jimmy's already gone down for the arraignment.

- Do we think he can handle this? - He can do it.

Spivak alert.

You have got to keep him away from here. Oh--

Where am I supposed to--

Hi. Hi.

- Can I steal a second? - Um, yeah.

Let's, uh, go into the conference room. Great.

Okay? Hi.

[ Door Closes ]

That camera better not be on. It won't. But, Ellenor--

I know.

[ Chattering ]

Case number 32622, Commonwealth versus Michael Ryan,

murder in the first degree.

James Berluti for the defendant, Your Honor. We'll waive reading,

enter a plea of not guilty, and I'd ask he be released on his own recognizance.

Commonwealth opposes bail. On what grounds?

On what grounds? He's got a lot of closet space.

- "On what grounds?" - All right. No bail.

We'll conference on Wednesday at 10:00 to set schedules.

Next.

[ Woman ] Case number 32651, People versus Grimmer.

That was sarcastic rude.

Jimmy. First-degree murder, you ask on what grounds.

Even so. I'm working with your office on this sting.

I deserve better than sarcastic rude.

It's just that we were doing so well, and then... suddenly--

Things just piled up here, Fred. I--

Don't feed me that, Ellenor.

If you've lost interest, say so, but don't string me along.

I've been hurt before, and I'm not--

Just tell me.

Okay.

I, uh--

I ran into somebody...

who said that she was treated by you...

and she... wasn't really hurt.

And you--

You told her how to fool the insurance companies.

Oh.

Yeah. "Oh."

Are you a crook, Fred?

I'm not gonna lie to you. I barely make ends meet.

I've got school to pay for with my kids, and,

yeah, sometimes I help people collect more from their insurance.

You could go to jail for that. I know. I just--

It's till I turn the corner.

You know, when it's yourself, it's easy to go without. When it's your kids--

I think more than anything else, kids want a father they can be proud of.

Yeah. Very well said.

So, this ends us?

- It might. - Well, I guess it couldn't have been much to begin with.

My mistake.

It is your mistake.

And don't kid yourself about that.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Exhales Deeply ]

[ Helen Groans ] Hanging like a pendulum.

Helen.

Oh, here we go. Hmm? That's right.

Every time I have to see something dead, you say it's time to move on.

Let me just tell you something. We have been on a big winning streak.

We're about to get featured in the National Law Journal.

Yes. As a firm that skirts ethical-- It's a favorable column.

We are growing. You should see what I'm doing with the offices.

All we need is a press release saying we've landed a juicy plum.

You're it.

The town'll take notice. You have a profile.

Mmm, even if I were gonna jump to private, your firm?

You're in love with a guy I used to sleep with.

Do you really want me up there as a juicy plum?

You can take Bobby. He's much more fun wanting than having.

Helen, how many other places are there where you can have fun and basically be your own boss?

And make money? We're making money.

[ Jimmy ] They said he'd been dead there the whole day.

Did you know this kid? No.

He-He could have looked different, with his head all purple.

I didn't know the boy, Jimmy.

Okay.

Any idea how he ended up in your office?

Jimmy, you do believe I'm innocent?

Oh, of course I do. This isn't a question with me.

Thank you.

I didn't tell him it was you. Ellenor--

[ Chattering ] Even so.

I didn't tell him anything about anything.

And so what if I did? You already got everything you need.

There's nothing-- No, we didn't. I have to go back.

What? Why?

Dickie Flood thinks I was too ambiguous.

He wants it more clear that we were conspiring to commit fraud.

Come on. I saw the tape. It looked pretty definite.

Well, he says it's possible to interpret that I'm hurt,

and he's just trying to show me how to convince the doctor.

I have to be more clear that I'm not really hurt.

You know what? I didn't give you away.

Are you going to?

You gonna tell him?

Probably not.

You got the wrong guy, Helen. I'm telling you. It's prejudice.

Prejudice? Yes. Prejudice.

Anytime a young kid gets sexually molested, everybody says, "Check out the priest."

It's bigotry. Jimmy, prejudice aside,

the victim was found in your client's office.

I know Father Ryan.

I'd vouch for him like I'd vouch for you.

All right. Will he at least give us a statement? Right now we have no other leads.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

You knew this boy? No, I didn't.

Never seen him before? Never.

[ Helen ] Let me just throw out a general softball here.

Anything you can say to give us some clue, some hint as to who could have done this,

why he'd be hanging in your closet?

I don't know. I, uh, really don't know.

Father, you go on the Internet in your office?

All the time. Uh, I'm actually a little bit addicted to it.

What kind of Web sites do you frequent?

[ Ryan ] Uh, news, research, chat lines.

I use it for pretty much everything.

Hmm. Do you ever visit any child pornography Web sites?

I most certainly do not. Do you ever visit any pedophile Web sites?

No. This is over.

I'm just trying-- No, this is over!

I'll talk to you in a few minutes. I need to speak with Ms. Gamble.

Alone.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go, Father.

- What the hell is that? - Jimmy, your client was hardly being forthcoming.

- Did he strike you as being cooperative? - He's scared.

What's the crap about porno? What--

The F.B.I. has been tracking pedophile sites as part of a general undercover operation.

Your client was on them. What?

Yes.

Your voucher for this guy isn't holding up.

Don't lie to me. I am not lying.

I would never do anything-- They got proof!

I don't care what they have! I would never go on the Internet and do anything like that!

So, how do they get this wrong? They either have the wrong computer,

or somebody else was on it.

A lot of people have access to my office, Jimmy.

[ Sighs ]

Look, Father. And don't argue back.

I just want you to listen to what I say real careful and then answer.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

You don't go to jail for surfing child porn sites on the Web.

You go away forever if they get you for murder.

Now, I understand it's embarrassing to say you talk to boys and girls on the Internet.

It could even cost you your parish,

but we gotta be concerned with saving your life here.

We can't be caught in a lie.

'Cause if they think you're lying on this Internet thing,

they'll think you lied about the other.

[ Door Buzzes In Distance ]

Now you can answer.

I did not kill anybody, Jimmy.

I did not access any pornography on the Internet.

That is my answer, and it's the truth.

How can I not tell the guy?

I'm sleeping with him. You're still sleeping with him?

I've tried to avoid him for the last week or so, but it's so--

He is not a bad man, Eugene.

Ellenor, he's a criminal.

You know, there are a lot of good people...

who leave out a few things when they're filing their tax returns.

There are a lot of honest people who take home a few pencils from the office.

- He's got kids. - Insurance fraud is a billion-dollar industry.

Oh, come on! He's not bilking billions of dollars!

- It's more than a few pencils. - Jimmy committed a little bank fraud.

We didn't just overlook it. We hired him because we knew!

I may be in love with him.

And he trusts me.

How can I not tell him?

'Cause you'd be putting Beck at risk.

Eugene, he's not gonna hurt Rebecca.

Ellenor,

you can't tell him.

You know you can't.

[ Jimmy ] The office is never locked? Not during the day.

The computer is basically there for everybody.

How many people work here at the church? Full-time? About 11.

And your desk-- You'd see anybody who'd go in, right?

During business hours. At night,

well, I'm sure custodians would have access.

Did anybody repeatedly go in to use the computer?

Barbara Martin in Accounting.

But she's 76. I hardly think she's into child porn.

Could you make a list of all the people who go in and out of the office?

I already have. I gave it to the police. Could you give me a copy?

I guess. [ Sighs ] Mr. Wall,

you got any idea who could have done this?

Not Father Ryan.

You sure? Yes.

How? I know him.

You know anything else, Mr. Wall?

I just know that it couldn't be Father Ryan.

Helen Gamble? I floated the idea. She--

- Working here? - Before you go off--

- There isn't enough drama around here without this? - If you're over her,

- then what's the problem, and if you're not-- - Are you Cupid now?

She's a great lawyer. We all know it. It would be a huge coup.

The question goes to all the personal stuff.

Well, as questions go, that's a good one.

If you think no, fine, but let's think first.

- Hey. If-If I can handle it-- - And why would you handle it?

You know, that strikes me as a little too healthy.

I'll handle it because it makes sense to.

Now that I'm partner, I'm vested here, Bobby. I'm not stopping at painting the walls.

At least you're honest about that. Excuse me?

First it's partner. Now you're bringing in your friends, building up your power nucleus.

Excuse me? Eugene.

I like Helen Gamble, Bobby, but-- Then what's the problem, Eugene?

The problem is she'd be in your camp.

That makes me nervous. What are you so insecure about?

I'm insecure about you not leaving off with just paint.

[ Lindsay ] Hold on. Both of you hold on.

Eugene, you were in my office supporting Lindsay and her plans for growth.

Supporting the idea of growth, yes. I'm not in favor of her taking over.

Taking over? Who do I look like, Caesar? Her and Helen together--

they'll be springing all these power plays. Hey!

Look, she hates criminals. You know Helen hates criminals.

I'm not gonna spend my days reading the fine print on stock options.

Who said anything about that?

I signed up with you, Bobby. You chauvinistic pig.

No wonder your shirts shrink.

He deserved that.

- Jimmy, I think it's game over. - What now?

The victim had a one-room studio in Brighton. Police searched it.

Turned up e-mail correspondence from your client.

We also lifted prints that match Father Ryan's.

Telephone records also show the father called the boy from his residence.

Here's the deal.

If he cooperates and confesses, we'll go murder two.

Otherwise, it's murder one all the way.

If they could make murder one, she wouldn't offer murder two.

- Agree to nothing. - [ Liquid Pours ]

Now, Jimmy, this-- this father--

He doesn't sound like he's gonna "art in heaven."

Bobby, it can't be.

I know this guy like I know my own mother.

Look,

if you kill somebody, you're not gonna hide him in your own office, right?

I mean, there's gotta be better ways to get away with murder...

than hanging the victim in your own closet.

Well, you're assuming it has to make sense.

I know him, Bobby.

This makes no sense.

Not everything is so cut-and-dried, Ellenor.

I hope you never have to be in my shoes.

Did you come in here to lecture me?

You fight in here for people that commit homicides, but--

Those people are called clients. I don't sleep with them. I represent them.

The fact that you did sleep with me should count for something.

Why don't you look by my faults, for God's sake?

- It's a crime! It's not a fault! - Yeah, it's a crime, damn it!

It's a crime against an insurance company!

- If you came in here to paint yourself as Robin Hood-- - No, I came in here to--

No. People do get hurt. People do die. Your colleagues stage accidents,

and innocent people get killed!

I have never been involved in anything where anyone has gotten killed!

But you could be! And you know that, Fred!

How can you stand there and pretend that this isn't despicable?

It is criminal.

It is immoral.

I'm getting out of it.

I swear. I'm getting out of it.

Well, it's a little too late.

Well, consider me punished.

Because I love you.

That friend you treated--

Rebecca Washington.

What?

She's working with the D.A., Fred.

She already got you on camera once,

and she's planning to come in again tomorrow and get some more footage.

Only I'm gonna call her...

and tell her not to go.

You work late?

I want to know what you know.

- I already told you what I know. - You're hiding something.

You either tell me what, or I'll go to the police, and they'll get it out of you.

- I don't think you really want to know what I know. - Tell me.

[ Exhales ]

I had an affair with the Lawson kid.

A homosexual affair.

I'm the one who likes young boys.

It was me on the Internet,

me sending the e-mails.

Father Ryan found out. He killed the boy.

He?

Why?

Mr. Berluti, I'm a terrible typist.

I'm not sitting here for my office skills.

Father Ryan and I are lovers.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

I'm sorry. I--

Sorry? You're sorry?

Ellenor, we've been working on this sting for two months.

We're almost there. You ruin it, and you tell me you're sorry?

I'm very sorry.

Well, you know, you could be arrested for this. Obstruction of justice.

Come on, Rebecca. How could I not?

I'm standing in front of him, eye to eye. How moral is that?

Look. I don't want to love him,

but I do.

And he trusts me.

And I'm telling you this so that you don't walk into something.

But I couldn't let him walk into it either.

I don't know that I won't arrest you.

- Then do it. - All right.

I think we can all agree these are pretty extreme circumstances.

You have enough to arrest him anyway.

- Did you tell him about Jimmy's involvement? - No.

- And he still doesn't know Jimmy works at your firm? - No.

But Spivak knows Rebecca and Berluti are together.

And if he-- He promised he wouldn't tip off Mapp.

[ Flood ] He promised? Yes. And I know he'll keep it.

Because he loves you?

Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna pick him up now and arrest both of them.

And you--

You lucked out.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Yeah. Well, uh, some people put their relationships before their work.

It's been known to happen.

Something, uh, possessed Lindsay to actually share with me--

she's running around making job offers.

Oh, yeah. I-- I know. It's crazy. That's what I told her.

Crazy aside,

is it something you'd consider?

Is it something you'd consider?

- It's all a lie. - Why would he say it?

- I don't know. - He said you two were lovers.

He said you killed that kid! Why would he say it?

I don't know! You're gonna go to your grave saying "I don't know."

Jimmy, I did not kill that kid.

- Then what were you doing in his apartment? - I was never there.

They found your prints there.

- What? - Your fingerprints.

They lifted them from inside the kid's place.

Father,

truth time.

What the hell is going on here?

Your phone records show you called this kid.

Jimmy, there are some things I do know.

But I learned them in a confession,

and I can't reveal anything I learned during a confession.

Father, you're on the hook here for murder!

Don't you think I appreciate that?

I cannot break the confessional seal, Jimmy. Even to save your own life?

No!

[ Sighs ] So, you--

You never went to this kid's place.

You-- You never met him.

And you never called him.

That's right.

And what about you and your assistant?

- He is lying. - Were you two lovers?

- No. - Then why would he say it?

I don't know! He's lying!

They're all lying! Everybody's lying!

Jimmy, I am not a homosexual.

I am not a homosexual.

You really think I'm trying to take over?

It isn't that.

Then what?

I like this place, Lindsay. So do I. That's why--

But you want it to change.

You keep using the word "grow," but you really mean "change."

Now, I like being a criminal defense lawyer.

And your plan, whether you know it or not, is to phase out criminal defense work.

Eugene, I'd only be looking for a balance.

Yeah. That sounds good.

But--

If we're representing some airline,

and there's a sudden T.R.O. needing all of us to respond,

and I got a kid who's looking to avoid a parole violation,

it's not gonna be the airline that gets kicked to the curb.

That won't happen. Lindsay,

if a lawyer wants to be rich, if a law firm wants to be flush,

you gotta dedicate yourself to corporate clients.

Listen to me. I-- I've had 10 offers to cross the street.

I want to stay here because I like what we are, who we are.

I want growth.

I don't want change.

I love this place.

[ Woman ] Case number 36999,Commonwealth versus Fred Spivak.

Racketeering, grand larceny by false pretenses.

Ellenor Frutt for the defendant. Waive reading. Plead not guilty.

[ Judge ] Question of bail. 100,000, Your Honor.

That seems a bit excessive. This is his first offense.

The defendant is being charged with serious racketeering offenses.

There is the risk of his fleeing the jurisdiction.

My client has children in the Commonwealth. He is established--

We're looking at the possibility of substantial jail time here.

50,000 bond. Five cash.

I think that's low, Your Honor.

Shoot me. The clerk will notify on scheduling.

Next. [ Gavel Raps ]

[ Woman ] Commonwealth versus Erin Voucher. Solicitation.

Are you crazy? I'm only helping him out until we find another lawyer.

"We"? It's just an arraignment, Helen.

Ellenor, you're too smart for this. You shouldn't be representing him.

It's just for the arraignment.

Again? You moving in while your client's in jail, counsel?

I don't find you funny. I don't like you.

And even if Father Ryan were gay, I can't see him liking you.

I can see him feeling sorry for you.

Given that I'm the guy holding the motive card--

a card the police are looking for--

I'd think you'd pretend to like me.

Here's how I see it. You and the victim were lovers.

You killed him. Then you confessed to Father Ryan.

You probably told him where you left the body too.

His prints at the kid's place: coffee cups, a couple of books.

Things you could have left on the father's desk and planted in the victim's apartment.

The phone calls-- You probably left messages...

for Father Ryan to call you there or something.

Sounds like a plan.

Perfect.

'Cause it's all wrapped up inside a confessional seal,

which a good priest won't break for nothing.

And Father Ryan is a good priest.

You would know him.

And I'm getting a beat on you too.

Counsel.

Close enough.

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

[ Man ] Coming through! [ Man #2 ] What have you got?

Multiple abdominal. We need six or seven units.

- [ Woman ] Get help ready. - [ Man #1 ] I think his spleen could have been hit too.

Get him right to the O.R. Page Roberts!

[ Beeping ]

Wait! Sorry. I've gotta--

You can't go in. He's going into surgery. I have to see him!

I'm sorry. You can't go in there.

Oh, my God! I will be right there.

Did you tell Mapp? What happened?

- Jimmy Berluti just got shot. Did you tell Roland Mapp? - No.

- How'd he find out? - Roland Mapp would never kill anybody.

Did you tell him?

No.

[ Phone Rings ] [ Chattering ]

[ Woman On P.A. ] Dr. Bogman to Admitting.

Oh, God, no. Please, no.

He's in surgery.

They don't know.

[ Phone Rings ]

They don't know.

[ Phone Rings ] [ Chattering ]

[ Woman On P.A. ] Dr. Jaeger, call the blood bank.

Dr. Jaeger, call the blood bank.

Thanks. Yeah.

Thanks.

He's out of surgery, but it'll be a while before we know.

His injuries were abdominal. Nothing hit the heart.

Where is he? I.C.U.

He's in a coma.

We're not sure if his brain was deprived of oxygen.

Can I see him? Not yet.

We'll move him to a bigger room later maybe, but until then--

Doc--

What are his chances?

- Tell me what you know! - I don't know anything.

He told me something about a confession.

Even if there were, I certainly can't break the seal.

Father, a man's life is on the line here.

- My life is on the line! - You have a right to your life,

not Jimmy's! I love Jimmy more than you could possibly know.

Then save him!

What if whoever did this wants to finish the job?

When a parishioner-- any parishioner--

enters the confessional, he has got to be able to rely on his priest.

If he can't, it's meaningless.

I would love to make exceptions.

But what are we to do?

Some things we'll keep quiet, and others we won't?

Father,

I'm a Catholic.

There is nothing godly in covering up for a murderer...

and protecting somebody who might kill again.

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

[ Door Opens ]

We don't think Roland Mapp is involved.

He's white-collar. Nothing to indicate he would hire a hit.

Jimmy is the witness to put him away.

Yeah. But he would know we know that. It doesn't figure to be him.

They're letting you in there?

They're not sure if he can hear us.

If he can, it may be good, according to the doctors.

You okay?

Jimmy said something about maybe the priest could be covering up for somebody else.

I don't think so.

He's the killer?

We're pretty sure.

You didn't do this, did you?

Anything new?

Uh, Jimmy, it's, uh, Eugene again.

Uh, now we're all here.

It's me, Lindsay. I called your mother and told her that you'd be okay.

She's coming back from Florida to see you.

Ellenor, Spivak's here.

[ Machine Beeping ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

Just don't give up, Jimmy. Don't give up.

Just tell me Mapp didn't find out about this.

He couldn't be connected to anything like this.

Are you okay?

Look, I'm gonna call you.

We have a meeting set up with the D.A. tomorrow, so--

I'll call.

Sure.

[ Lindsay ] And if we get the loan, which I know we will,

we'll be able to break through the walls and maybe we can each get our own private offices.

Eugene is so excited.

Jimmy, if you can hear me, the doctors think it would be best if you try to wake up.

Hey, Jimmy. You know what?

Rebecca wants to cut her hair again.

I do not. She's just saying that because you're lying here in a hospital bed.

She's trying to make you laugh.

Try to wake up, Jimmy.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Machine Beeping ]

Nothing?

He, uh-- He moves his feet sometimes. Is--

Is that good? Just neurological.

I'll be back a little later.

[ Beeping Continues ]

Jimmy.

If you can hear me,

try to wake up.

If you could--

If you could try to wake up, Jimmy, it would be best.

All your reflexes and things are good.

There-- There isn't any spinal injuries.

We just need you to wake up.

If you can hear me, try blinking your eyes.

Try, Jimmy.

Bobby, maybe we shouldn't push him.

The doctor says the longer he stays under--

- What? - He just squeezed my hand.

Well, it could have been a reflex.

If you can hear me, squeeze my hand again, Jimmy.

One more time. If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.

Squeeze!

- He's squeezing my hand! - Oh, my God!

He's squeezing my hand! He can hear me! He's squeezing my hand!

You hear me? Is he awake?

Shh, shh, shh! Wait, wait, wait. We should wait.

- [ Bobby ] It's a good sign, right? - It's a great sign.

Now, I think we should let him relax a little.

He will wake up when he wakes up.

Just let him rest and sleep.

I think you should all go get some rest.

No. I'm staying.

This kind of vigil sometimes can be stressful for a patient.

Well, I'll get rid of everybody else, but, uh,

I'm staying.

All right. You turn state on Mapp,

we agree to consider it in sentencing.

We need something more formal than consideration.

- I can't give it to you, Ellenor. - Your case isn't that tight.

Oh, it's tight enough. And I'd rather lose him than make a promise that we can't--

We're not completely sure that he or Mapp aren't connected with Jimmy being shot.

- I'm not. - Fine. Turn state against Mapp.

We're done here.

No, we're not.

I don't care what the terms are. I'm gonna plead guilty to everything.

- Come on, Fred. Don't. - You're fired.

Whatever you want.

You've got kids. Yeah.

Who at some point need a reason to feel proud of their father.

Or at least less ashamed.

Draw up the deal.

[ Machine Beeping ]

[ Door Opens ] Mr. Donnell, is he okay?

I'm Barry Wall. He'd just come to see me before--

Is he gonna be all right?

We hope so.

Um, he-- he really shouldn't see any visitors.

Oh, actually, I thought I'd talk to you.

I, uh, didn't tell the police this,

and I-- I don't know how up to speed you are with everything.

Well, I've been told everything the police know.

What didn't you tell them?

Well, uh--

Uh,

Father Ryan is kind of a connected guy.

And I'm afraid that once Jimmy learned the truth,

even though he was his lawyer,

he might have considered him a liability.

You're telling me that the father might have had Jimmy hit?

All I'll say: This isn't a model priest.

[ Bobby ] Well, Jimmy thought so. I mean, he was-- he was sure of it.

He's really gonna be all right?

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Beeping Increases Speed ]

When's the last time you saw Jimmy?

The church.

Ow! [ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Screams ]

- [ Woman ] What happened? - Stay away or I drop him!

- You don't want to do this. - Get the hell back!

- [ Screams ] - Did you shoot him?

[ Screams ]

Did you shoot him? You don't think I'll drop you? Huh?

Answer me, or you are out the window!

You don't think I'm crazy enough?

Did you shoot him? Yes!

[ Wall ] Get off of me! Stop him! Get off! Get off!

I got him. I got him.

[ Man ] He's all right. He's all right.

[ Wall Groans ]

Let's go.

I'll be back for you, Mr. Donnell.

- He shot Jimmy. - What?

Jimmy. Jimmy can hear. He made his hand into a gun.

Oh, God. You're bleeding. You okay?

I'm okay. I'm fine. And hopefully not under arrest.

[ Jimmy ] It's normal size.

[ Beeping Continues ] Jimmy?

They all call me Big Head. It's normal size.

I know it's a regular head.

Yeah, it is, Jimmy.

It's normal size.

- I'm in a hospital. - Can-- Can you see me?

Oh, you look awful, Bobby.

[ Bobby Chuckles ]

But I, uh-- I feel good.

Oh, I feel terrible. Oh, he shot me.

You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.

[ Mutters ]

His head's on me.

Get his head off of me. Mine's normal size.

[ Bobby Chuckling ]

[ Door Buzzes ]

Barry Wall just confessed to killing Donald Lawson.

He also confessed to shooting Jimmy Berluti.

Thank God.

"Thank God"?

He went to that hospital...

probably to make sure Jimmy didn't wake up.

The seal is sacred, Ms. Gamble.

So is human life, Father.

You're free to go.

This way.

[ Siren Wails ]

Drop that queen of spades on me again, and you are dead.

Stop trying to win the jack, and maybe you won't bite the queen.

Jimmy, stop looking at my hand!

I wasn't looking. You-You were f-flashing it.

D-Don't play that. Stop telling me how to play.

I will tell you. You're playing for me. Ah--

[ Ellenor ] You were gonna shoot the moon. Don't fool me. Ooh!

[ Rebecca ] If I wanted to fool you, I'd be ambiguous.

Just play. [ Rebecca Chuckles ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

That's some group.

Oh, yeah.

That's some group.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Woman ] You stinker!