HOLLIS: You're special, Ellen. But that'll only make the fall harder.
Once Patty meets you, there's no turning back.
And she'll own you.
PATTY: No, I like Ellen.
I think she's gonna have a brilliant future.
ELLEN: Working for Patty has taught me something about being a woman.
You know what I'm in the mood for? A fight.
Your breach of trust...
ELLEN: A professional woman.
You step into the ring with that woman,
she'll cut your balls off and jam them down your throat.
I don't like the way you do business, but I get that it's necessary.
ELLEN: Seeing how she balances work and her personal life.
People either leave you or they die.
Those are the only two endings possible with you.
Get the hell out!
ELLEN: What she prioritizes, how she prioritizes.
There's a difference between you and me.
PATTY: This isn't personal, Ellen.
You've got to let things just roll off your back.
(LAUGHING) You are so full of shit, Patty.
WES: People like you and me, we only have two options,
forgiveness, revenge.
I hope you know what you're doing.
(PATTY SOBBING)
She's nothing less than an inspiration to me.
(GASPING)
That's okay.
I lied, too.
(GUN FIRING)
No!
(CHOKING)
(SCREAMING)
I don't think we're going to see her again.
She'll be back. Trust me.
(SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW PLAYING)
♪ Someday I'll wish upon a star ♪
♪ And wake up where the clouds are far behind me ♪
♪ Where troubles melt like lemon drops ♪
♪ Way up above the chimney tops ♪
♪ That's where you'll find me ♪
JULIAN: Patty?
I've been sitting at that table all night
hoping to get you alone.
I'm sorry, I forgot your name.
Julian Decker.
Oh, of course, Julian.
And remind me what you do.
I'm sort of an architect.
Ah.
I've been watching you on TV lately.
Have you?
You're a real media darling.
(CHUCKLES) I'm just doing my job.
Yeah, well, the thing is, the lady I see on TV
is not nearly as much fun as the lady I met here tonight.
Nice to meet you.
Must be exhausting.
What must be?
Wearing that mask.
Always having to play the role of Patty Hewes.
It's not a mask. What you see is what you get.
Right. So, listen, why don't you come across town with me?
Why would I do that?
Hear me play a set at Joe's Pub.
Sorry. I have an early morning.
You sure? Opportunity doesn't always knock twice.
I'll take my chances.
MAN 1: (ON RADIO) This attorney, Patty Hewes, what a piece of work.
Put aside those victories in the Frobisher trial
and against Ultima National Resources.
This woman's more interested in "God We Trust."”
That's right, ducketts, cheddar, moola schmoola.
MAN 2: (ON RADIO) It's really outrageous for you to say that.
I mean, here's a woman... MAN 1: And all you care about
is that 30-second soundbite
in that press conference announcing her victory.
MAN 2: I care that she's the only one with the courage
to stand up to corporate America
in an era where everyone else is afraid to do so.
Thank God for Patty Hewes...
(HORN BLARING)
(WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH YOU PLAYING)
♪ Little lamb ♪
♪ Smile ♪
♪ When I am through with you ♪
♪ There won't be anything left ♪
♪ When I am through with you ♪
♪ There won't be anything left ♪
♪ When I am through with you ♪
Louis Tobin just got sentenced to house arrest,
and we're being hounded to make a statement.
Well, that's right, Pat.
I'm standing outside of Louis Tobin's
Fifth Avenue apartment building.
Mr. Tobin has just been sentenced to house arrest.
This follows Mr. Tobin's confession last month
to operating the largest Ponzi scheme in Wall Street history,
bankrupting thousands of victims.
Now despite Louis Tobin's admission of guilt,
the Tobin family has issued no public statement
nor any words of remorse for his victims.
It's still unclear whether his son, Joseph Tobin,
or the rest of the family, was involved in the scheme.
However, Leonard Winstone, the Tobin family attorney,
claims each has rightfully maintained their innocence.
Louis Tobin has asked me to emphatically restate
that no other member of his family has been indicted,
or even was aware of his fraud.
And today's events come just days before
court-appointed trustee, Patricia Hewes,
is scheduled to formally begin her inquiry into the Tobin family.
Ms. Hewes had this to say.
I intend to continue my search into the funds stolen by Louis Tobin,
and I hope to restore financial health to his many victims.
Surprise, surprise. Look who's stealing the spotlight again.
Come on, give her some credit, Nick.
You worked there. How does she do it?
Do what?
Rake in settlement after settlement
without ever setting foot in a courtroom.
You never talk about her.
The woman's good.
(CHUCKLING)
Was she like this in law school?
No idea. She never left the library.
Well, the DA's office is where the real shit goes down, anyways.
Patty can go after the money.
My man Chris here is going to put
the whole Tobin family behind bars.
I'm working on it.
Hey.
When was the last time you spoke to Patty, anyway?
I don't know. Almost a year ago.
I called this group in today
because every major news outlet is running your quotes.
Louis Tobin stole everything I had.
And maybe I shouldn't have spoken to those reporters.
But I am living on food stamps now, and I am very angry.
Going to the press is not going to help your cause.
You get me my money back,
and then I won't have to talk to the press.
When the court appointed us to oversee this process,
we began by freezing the family's accounts
and confiscating their assets.
Well, I've seen the son at the grocery store.
He seems to be doing just fine.
I assure you, the entire family
is living on a minimal allowance
until our investigation is complete.
And we'll be deposing them over the next few weeks,
starting with Mrs. Tobin.
We're doing everything we can to recover your funds.
But we believe they've hidden money. A lot of money.
Question four is out, so is question five.
I don't want Ms. Sawyer asking any questions
about my client's parents or his finances.
Joe Tobin has personally signed off on all of these.
Well, he's clearly not in a proper state of mind
to make that decision.
His wife feels otherwise.
She's given us carte blanche.
Yeah, well, he's not going to answer any of these.
Mr. Winstone, this is Diane Sawyer we're talking about here.
Alvarez. Yes.
Your parents are Spanish?
My parents? They came over from Honduras.
But you live in this country?
My whole life.
Good, then you speak English.
Mr. Winstone. Dog shit.
Mr. Winstone. Dog shit!
Thank you.
I'm a cat guy. Cats you can teach to shit in a box.
Mr. Winstone, if we can't ask Joe Tobin about his father,
there's really no point in doing this interview.
I guess you'll have to tell Ms. Sawyer
that there's no interview.
But I want you to know,
if you ever talk to my client again without me present,
I'll have your folks back in a boat to Honduras
faster than you can say Tegucigalpa. You got that?
Thanks for coming, Joe.
We've decided to talk on the record.
I can't let you do that.
People need to know
that Joe had nothing to do with his father's crime.
I understand, Rachel.
I want him to make a public statement
expressing our sympathy for the victims.
And we will. But we need a controlled venue
where we vet the questions so nothing can be asked
that can compromise your family.
Staying silent is compromising us.
I need you to hang in just a little longer.
I can't. I'm sorry. Joe needs to do something.
I can't allow Kevin to live like this any longer.
Come on, sweetie. Come on.
Daddy needs to talk to Uncle Lenny.
People are waiting to pounce on any sign of guilt.
You goon TV, you start sweating,
your voice cracks, they'll crucify you.
I'm not sure how much more of this my mother can take, Lenny.
Look, Joe.
Remember when you were in elementary school?
Wanted to turn in that custodian who had stolen office supplies
from the faculty lounge?
It was a librarian.
It was? Well...
Either way, I know you.
You always want to do the right thing. I get it.
So, you're asking me to do nothing.
No. I'm asking you to just wait
until your father is sentenced.
Once he's in prison, once the family's deposed
and your name is cleared,
then the world is ready to hear the truth.
But if you don't let me do my job,
this can spiral out of control.
Ms. Hewes.
It's Victor Huntley. We've met before.
Yes. Yes, of course, I remember you.
I heard you went to the hospital. You okay?
Yeah, I think so.
Yeah, I understand it was quite a nasty car accident.
Have you found out who hit me?
No. Not yet.
No, it's strange. We canvassed the neighborhood,
but no one... Nobody saw the other driver.
Do you think this could've been done to you on purpose?
Roger, you gotta get some sleep.
Yeah, I'd love to,
but it seems that Louis Tobin bent over,
spread his ass and loosed his bowels
over the entire global investment system.
You guys found more victims?
Thousands more. 9.7 billion in losses.
Jesus. You think this is everything?
Oh, I seriously doubt it.
'Cause the more I dig into Tobin's muck, the more victims I discover.
I don't know where this is going to end, Tommy,
but you mark my words,
this mess is a whole lot bigger than we can imagine.
Well, hang in there.
Patty. How's Roger holding up?
He's fine. The man's a workhorse. Good.
I hate to bring it up again.
What? Ellen's office.
What about it? It's been 10 months.
I don't think she's coming back.
Meaning?
Nothing, except...
Roger's team could really use the space.
I'd love to set him up in there.
So do it.
I can have it cleaned out? You sure?
Ellen's gone. Clear it out.
(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)
Hey, yo, check out this bike.
Yo, man, don't even look at that.
Congratulations.
Donnie Rhyne, possession with intent to distribute.
This guy's looking at eight years.
I'm not interested in Donnie Rhyne. I want his supplier.
I hate to spoil your fun, but that ain't gonna happen this time.
He's not going to flip.
Why not?
His lawyer's Ted Fratto. You ever hear of him?
I know his reputation. But I still like my chances.
A hundred bucks says Donnie won't give up his supplier.
Yeah? No?
You're on.
So, possession with intent to distribute.
That could get you eight years, Mr. Rhyne.
It's gonna rain, yo. Someone best get a tarp for my Harley.
I made a call, Donnie. Someone will take care of your bike.
That bike belonged to my pops.
He rode with the Angels.
Well, if you want to wait eight years to ride it again, be my guest.
Or you could just tell me who you're working for.
You offering me a deal?
Who's your supplier?
A name will keep you out of jail,
bump you down to a misdemeanor.
Yeah, then what happens?
Doesn't matter. Mr. Rhyne isn't interested in a deal.
I'd like to hear that from Mr. Rhyne.
Mr. Rhyne is not interested in a deal.
If your attorney's making promises
in exchange for you keeping quiet, then he's breaking the law.
Watch it, Ms. Parsons.
And if you're knowingly taking the fall for somebody else
then you're breaking the law.
It's called obstruction of justice.
Allows us to tack on more time to those eight years.
Wait, what's she saying?
I'm saying that your lawyer doesn't have your back, Donnie.
Ms. Parsons, can I have a word?
What the hell do you think you're doing?
What you should be doing, helping your client stay out of jail.
You're going to want to check that tone.
You don't give a shit about Donnie.
I know you're working for his supplier.
You don't want to make accusations like that,
and you don't want to tamper in my clients' affairs.
I'm afraid they're a bunch of real unsavory types, Ms. Parsons.
The kind that can have a lot of fun with a girl like you.
We're done here, Donnie.
Think about it, Mr. Rhyne.
Don't say anything.
You've got 48 hours. I can make it all go away.
Patty.
You sure you're okay with this?
Yeah.
Get this stuff out of here.
I want you to start interviewing possible associates.
We're going to bring on somebody new.
Sure.
Tom.
What is it?
How long have you been with me now?
(SIGHING) Almost 11 years.
And how many lawyers have gone through the firm since then?
A lot.
A lot, Patty.
But you,
you made it through.
What's your point?
It's time to put your name on the door.
You don't like the idea?
No, I mean, yeah, yeah.
Absolutely.
Thank you.
Thanks, Patty. I...
So, we're ready for the deposition?
Ms. Tobin is all set up in the conference room.
Good.
Mrs. Tobin, do you have any reason to believe
that your son was privy to your husband's fraud?
Absolutely not. My son knew nothing.
When was the last time you saw your son?
Thanksgiving.
Mr. Winstone advised us not to have contact after that.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
That's the floor shaking with laughter.
I can't stand it!
(GLASS CHIMING)
I know you're not supposed to do this with water, but...
Happy Thanksgiving.
Lord knows, I have a lot to be thankful for.
I'm terrible at speeches, so...
You all heard his toast at my wedding. (LAUGHS)
I froze a little bit.
I froze a lot of bit.
I'll keep it simple.
I love you all.
Cheers. ALL: Cheers.
LOUIS: Thank you, Son.
So, you had no hint of what was to come?
Your husband didn't seem anxious?
He may have been more emotional than usual.
Other than that, it was like any other Thanksgiving.
And when did that change?
(SIGHS)
Somewhere around the pie.
KEVIN: One, two, three.
I'm cleaning you out.
(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING)
KEVIN: One, two, three.
Oh, mine.
One, two, three.
Louis?
Sweetheart, are you okay?
I'm sorry, Rachel.
Could you give me just a few minutes with my family?
She is family. Dad, what are you doing?
Maybe you could take Kevin upstairs.
Let him feed the fish.
Of course.
Yeah, that would be fun.
Yeah.
Feed the fish. RACHEL: Come on, sweetie.
What happened?
CAROL: Daddy?
Dad?
And that's when he told us.
About the fraud? That it was a Ponzi scheme?
Yes. He said the business was all a lie.
The investments weren't real.
He said he couldn't hide it anymore.
Your son Joe contacted the district attorney the next morning.
Isn't that right?
Yes.
Did that make you angry?
What my son does is his own business.
Joe worked for your husband.
Do you think he knew about the scheme?
Objection. Calls for speculation.
Mrs. Tobin can't be expected to guess what's in her son's head.
You're going to depose Joe. Ask him.
Mrs. Tobin, you say that you knew nothing
about your husband's fraud.
Yes.
You shared your life with him for over 40 years,
and yet you didn't know that he was stealing?
Actually, I...
I'm so sorry.
Darling, can you get me an Earl Grey, no sugar, dash of skim?
We'll get that for you. Would you, please? Thank you.
Make sure it's skim.
I need caffeine. God, I was up till 3:00
making Jell-O for my grandson.
You know, safari animals.
With that mold we bought in Tanzania, remember?
That little boy, the village boy with the cleft palate.
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry. What was the question?
$70 billion went through your husband's fund.
Don't you think it inconceivable
that he didn't tuck some of that away for the family?
(CHUCKLING) I live on tuna, Ms. Hewes.
Two cans a day since you seized all our assets.
If my husband stashed money,
he certainly never told me where he put it.
You claim that your husband
didn't lay any money away for your family.
That's right. I'm confused.
How could you know that for certain?
You want to get a water board?
(CHUCKLING)
You know, you've been questioning
my client for over five hours now.
We're going in a circle, don't you think?
It's okay, Lenny.
This is the most interesting conversation I've had in months.
My friends won't talk to me, or my children.
My lawyer advises me not to speak to my husband.
I can't get my hair done. I can't eat at a restaurant.
I can't go to the theater.
I like you, Ms. Hewes.
You know what it's like to have a husband who betrays you.
You know about my divorce.
I read that he cheated on you.
I wasn't terribly surprised.
So you understand that men have their secrets.
Yes. But so do women.
And I find that women are better at keeping them.
Do you think this may have been done to you on purpose?
I have no idea.
Detective.
Excuse me.
I tracked the VIN on the car that hit Ms. Hewes.
Did you find who it's registered to?
Yeah, got a name and address.
Who's the owner?
Thomas Shayes.
Where does it say that?
There. Registered to Thomas Shayes.
PATTY: Yeah?
A contact of mine just told me Joe Tobin reached out to ABC.
What for?
He wanted to do an interview with Diane Sawyer.
Set the record straight.
But his lawyers shut it down at the last second.
The pressure's getting to Joe.
If he reached out to the press,
could be he's willing to break from the family.
Well, his mother won't tell us the truth.
Maybe we can get it from him.
Ellen. Hey, boss.
This came for you.
It's from Hewes & Associates.
Do you have any idea what it might be?
No, none.
Listen,
I know you have a relationship with Patty Hewes,
but maintaining confidentiality in this office is imperative.
Of course.
I have no desire to pry into your personal life,
but I have to ask you to use discretion
if you speak with her about the Tobin investigation.
We don't talk anymore. So it won't be a problem.
All right. Good.
Oh, I hate conversations like this.
I just needed to know you and I were on the same page.
We are, absolutely.
Okay.
You Joe Tobin?
You assholes took everything I own.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
Oh, really? Are you?
Yes, I am.
Hey. Whoa!.
Okay. Easy, all right?
Look me in the face, Joe. Come on.
If you lost money with my father, I'm sorry. Okay?
I'm truly sorry.
Sorry, Bobby.
Hey, dickhead!
Buy me my goddamn groceries.
Look at me.
Hey, hey, hey. Please stop, okay?
Tell me to stop...
(GRUNTS)
Stop!
(GRUNTING)
Why can't you stop?
Shit.
Shit! Asshole.
I really don't understand your position on this.
It's my client's position, it is not mine.
He won't press charges, even though there were witnesses there
when Tobin assaulted him.
I told him. He's not interested.
That's all there is to it?
What are you implying?
I just...
I'd hate to find out you're playing games.
Games?
You overestimate me, Mr. Gates.
You and I should be working together on this.
I build the criminal case, you recover the money for the victims.
That's all I want to do.
Well, this could be my way in, right?
Put some pressure on Joe Tobin,
find out if he's involved with the fraud.
I can't do it if he won't press charges.
I don't know what to tell you.
He's made up his mind.
Okay, well, then this is now officially a waste of my time.
Thank you for letting Tobin do this to you.
Not a problem. But why don't you put Tobin in jail?
Because I think he's more useful to us out in the world.
I appreciate your help.
I hope you get what you need from the little prick.
Thank you for meeting me.
I miss you, Joe.
Kevin and Rachel, too.
How did your deposition go?
Lenny thinks I did really well.
Good.
She's not particularly sharp, that woman.
Lenny tells me you still won't visit your father.
Christ.
It would mean so much to him. It would lift his spirits.
Can't you just... Mom.
No.
How's my grandson?
He's... He's fine.
When do I get to see him again?
I need you to tell me everything you know.
He must have prepared for this.
I wish he had.
Did he leave us any money?
If he'd left us money, don't you think he would have told you?
Damn.
Don't smoke another one.
You know,
when you said you wanted to meet me,
I thought you were reaching out.
I am. I'm asking you to tell me the truth about him.
And I have.
Thanksgiving night?
Who did he call?
I saw it.
Dad? You all right?
Dad?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Who did he call?
I don't know.
We need to give them something.
We need to cooperate.
Otherwise, we can't clear our name. Who did he call?
It won't make a difference.
Mom.
Please, leave it alone.
If you don't tell me who he called,
you'll never see your grandson again.
You want the truth?
Here it is.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Have they found the driver yet?
Not to my knowledge.
Where's Detective Huntley?
Ma'am, he said, "Sit tight."
He'll be back.
HUNTLEY: Mr. Shayes?
Thomas Shayes?
It's the police.
Are you sure this is where the car was registered?
What do you think these are?
Tom Shayes!
Hey.
Good to see you.
I was surprised you called.
I was organizing my contacts, and I figured,
"What the hell?"
So, how's life at Hewes & Associates?
It's good, it's great, actually.
Patty's putting my name on the wall.
Hewes & Shayes? Yeah.
That's fantastic! Congratulations.
Thanks. And you, you're working Narcotics at the DA's?
Yeah, working on a felony drug conviction.
Exciting.
Not at the moment.
We're trying to get a drug dealer to give up his supplier.
He's not biting?
I offered a deal, but time's running out,
and we don't have enough leverage.
Well, you'll figure out something.
I've been wanting to talk to you for a while,
to apologize, actually.
About what?
The day your son was born,
the FBI arrested you and you missed his birth.
I hated being a part of that.
Well, in the end, you had my back.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Sorry.
Shoot, my meeting got bumped up.
Where you headed?
Downtown. You?
Mmm.
Well, good luck on your case.
And, you know, if you're up for it, let's grab dinner sometime.
Yes, let's do it.
That'd be great. I'll see you, Tom.
Okay. Okay.
Hey.
I know you didn't ask about it,
and I don't even know if you care.
About what?
Patty.
God knows she'd never say anything, but...
She'd love to have you back.
There's always a place for you at Hewes & Shayes.
Thanks, Tom. It's nice to hear.
But I've moved on.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hi, Perry.
Yeah, send him up.
You know, you really shouldn't have come here.
Well, I couldn't go to your office.
My attorney wouldn't want me to have any contact with you.
I can understand that.
I've ignored his advice once as it is, so...
How's that?
I spoke to my mother.
She didn't tell you everything that happened on Thanksgiving.
After he confessed to us, I saw my father make a phone call.
He doesn't know I saw him.
Well, do you know who he called?
No.
But my mother does.
I got her to give me this.
You recognize the number?
No.
Did you try to call it?
If this number has anything to do with my father's fraud,
I don't want to know who's on the other end.
So, that's why you're here.
I assaulted a man, Ms. Hewes. I assaulted a man.
I don't want to live like this anymore.
So, if I give you this number,
I want something in return.
I want you to tell the press and the DA that I cooperated
and that I knew nothing
and that I'm trying to help.
Well, if that turns out to be the truth,
it will be my pleasure.
Ms. Hewes, my father and I were very close.
At least, I thought we were.
Thank you for this.
I wouldn't get your hopes up.
My father didn't hide any money.
(SCOFFS)
The man left us with nothing.
Yo, yo, what are you doing, man?
Keep your mouth shut, asshole.
Jesus.
God damn!
Congratulations. Hundred bucks.
Donnie flipped?
He fired his attorney. Now he wants to talk.
What happened?
Apparently, that supplier was worried
Donnie wasn't gonna keep his mouth shut,
sent a couple punks over to threaten him.
They totaled Donnie's Harley with a baseball bat.
Really?
But they didn't intimidate him. It just pissed him off.
Doesn't make sense.
Just pushed Donnie too far. It backfired.
Ellen,
those guys with bats, did you...
Did I what?
You know.
(SCOFFS) Right.
Right. (CHUCKLES)
Very nice. Donnie joined your team.
Feel like I'm the last person to know about this.
Who's the box from?
Patty, I guess.
You gonna open it?
I was thinking I might just toss it.
Come on. You aren't curious?
Knock yourself out.
What's the occasion?
There isn't any.
What, she just sent it to you for no reason?
Patty always has a reason.
Gonna keep it?
I can see you in there. Why don't you come out?
Like to ask you a couple questions.
You guys cops?
Detectives Trammell and Huntley.
Huntley. That Irish?
Welsh.
All right, I'll trust a Welshman.
Who you looking for? Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy!
All you gotta do is ask! What are you doing, man?
Okay, what do you got in there?
What are you looking for?
I only take cash.
How much for that?
No, no, no, no, no, no, this beauty's not for sale.
Oh, no? That's too bad.
Oh, come on, man.
Why don't you tell us where you got this?
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
WINSTONE: Joe.
Jesus. What's going on?
I need you to come with me.
(DIALING)
Hey, Tom. It's Ellen.
(NEW YORK PLAYING)
Drinking alone.
I'm sorry, what was your name again?
Julian Decker.
Oh, right. The sort-of architect.
Buy you another?
No, thank you.
Two bourbons.
What's with the puss?
Beg your pardon?
The face. You look troubled.
I think you're just lonely. Got no one to talk to.
And you're going to fill the void?
Crazier things have happened.
Not to me.
What's this?
My measurements.
Seriously, whose number is it?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Well.
I called Tom. He told me I could find you here.
I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again.
So how's it going at the DA's office?
Good. Curtis Gates is a great boss.
He's very complimentary of my work.
I'm glad to hear that.
Yeah. A dealer flipped in my narcotics case.
He gave up his supplier, and I'm getting all the credit.
Congratulations.
The only problem is I had nothing to do with it.
No?
No, but I think you did.
I'm flattered, but you're being paranoid.
I could have done it myself, Patty,
but I don't want to work that way anymore.
Ellen, why would I interfere with your case?
That's a good question. Here's another one.
Why would you send me that gift?
I thought you'd like it.
What do you want from me?
Nothing.
You don't have to worry about me. I forgave you.
All your secrets are safe.
So, we can just get on with our lives.
Well, did you like the bag?
It's a $3,000 Chanel.
Yeah, I liked it.
Good. I wasn't sure if it was your taste.
It's good to see you.
Patty.
If you want to talk to me, don't play games.
You could just pick up the phone, call.
So, you have no idea where this came from?
I don't remember, it might have been a gift.
A gift, huh?
It's not really your style.
Vic. You want to look at this?
Excuse me.
LOUIS: Hello, Son.
They're letting you leave the apartment.
Only to see my attorney.
Lenny arranged it.
I'm grateful that you came, Joe.
I know you don't want anything to do with me,
but we need to talk.
There's nothing to say.
Lenny tells me that you wanted to go to the press.
You can't do that.
You are telling me what to do?
I want you to take care of the family.
The family? Jesus Christ.
It's a little late to be worried about us now, don't you think?
I know you hate me for what I did.
But I'm going to die in prison for it.
And I need you to provide for your mother and your sister.
What the hell are you talking about?
We've got money, Joe.
What?
We do.
It's out there.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah, hello. Who is this?
(SIGHS)
Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Hewes, but...
Yes?
What are you not telling us?
This car accident is getting a little more complicated.
What do you mean? What's going on?
Well, Ms. Hewes, we found a body.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
A body?
Whose?
A little left.
Good. More.
Perfect.
(WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH YOU PLAYING)
♪ When I am through with you ♪
♪ There won't be anything left ♪
♪ When I am through with you ♪
♪ There won't be anything left ♪
♪ When I am through with you ♪