12x05 - What If?

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[Anne] I don't know how they got the pictures!

I don't even know where we are! We're...

we're outside someplace...

on the sand.

And maybe it was a trip to Corfu.

Because remember the big hat you got me?

[Marco] I don't give a damn about your hat!

[Anne] But I'm only mentioning it because it's in the photos!

Stop yelling at me!

How many photographs are there?

-Does it matter? -How many?

Ah... five. No, six.

-Did you tell anyone about us? -Of course not.

Not your daughter or your ex-husband?

Stop accusing me, Marco!

You're scaring me, and I'm already scared enough as it is!

I apologize, Anna.

You have to understand this is... very upsetting.

Well, it's just as upsetting for me.

Do you think your wife knows?

If Magdalena had those pictures, I'd be in divorce court.

How much are they asking?

A million dollars.

Why did you get this letter and not me?

I don't know!

Maybe yours just haven't arrived yet!

[whines]

Marco, I don't have this kind of money.

Maybe we should just... ignore it.

- Maybe it's a bluff. -And what if it's not?

Well, the pictures will be embarrassing, but...

Embarrassing.

Publicity will finish my nomination

to the EEC Trade Council.

Then I should call the police.

No! No, no police.

Don't tell anyone.

I'll take care of it.

You're going to... pay them?

I said I'll take care of it, Anna.

Don't talk to anybody.

-You understand? -I understand.

I'm sorry about this, Marco.

Yeah, well...

There are lots of unscrupulous people in the world.

Ciao, Anna.

Ciao, Marco.

[instrumental music]

There's nothing here.

-What? -I don't have anything to wear.

What's wrong with that skirt?

It's a long skirt.

I don't want to wear a long skirt.

What about that dress?

This is a disco dress, I'm going to work.

Then wear your beige suit.

[sighs] I don't have my beige suit.

My mother has it. She has great taste.

She wears all my best clothes.

Paige, did I do something to make you mad or...

-what is wrong here? -[Paige sighs]

No, no, it's not you.

I just don't want to go into work today.

Everybody has bad mornings, Paige.

No, it's not that I don't want to go into work.

I just don't want to go into work!

[chuckles] Oh.

I know I shouldn't complain.

I know I have a good job.

-It is a good job. -It pays well.

-The pay's great. -The benefits are good.

Great benefits.

It's not that I hate going into work.

I just hate going into work for him.

Who's that?

You know.

Yeah.

I make great money.

I... the benefits are great.

But I'm miserable.

And when I worked at the art gallery

I made $6.50 an hour, but at least I was happy.

I mean, now I make all this money

and I'm afraid to quit and I hate him for it.

Tom.

I know that I just moved in.

And I do agree that we should share the expenses 50/50...

Mm-hm.

Would you mind if I quit my job and look for a new one?

[Tom laughs]

[laughing] Are you kidding me?

I have been supportive.

I have been trying not to tell you how to live your life,

but to tell you the truth, has been eating away me thinking

that you have to go to work with him.

I'm afraid the report isn't ready yet, sir.

-Why not? -I don't have the production

figures on our Washington State timber mill acquisition.

Why don't you have those figures?

I don't like to be the one to point--

I don't like to play 20 questions.

Miss Matheson hasn't... turned in those figures yet, sir.

Well, where is she?

For someone your age, you already have

an excellent position with a very reputable corporation.

I hate it there.

Oh, I see.

Why...?

Why are you interested in another position?

Well, this is confidential, isn't it?

Absolutely.

There's a personality clash at the office.

Personality clash?

Well, there's this one man...

it's just awkward.

And you don't feel comfortable telling your boss about it.

Well, the man is my boss.

I see.

Well, given your status at the company,

it might be hard finding you a comparable position.

Would you be willing to relocate?

Well, I'd rather not.

My boyfriend lives here.

Then your career decisions are somewhat limited

by your boyfriend.

I didn't say that.

Well... dependent upon his geographical location,

if you prefer.

He is very understanding and supportive.

Good.

Exactly how far from home

will your boyfriend let you go?

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Has Miss Matheson graced us with her presence yet?

Apparently not, sir.

Has she sent a telegram? A smoke signal?

I checked earlier, she hadn't called in yet, sir.

-Does she still work here? -I assume so, sir.

Don't assume, Booby.

[mimicking] Don't assume, Booby.

Well, I feel I've gone as far as I can with my present company.

There's no room for advancement.

I'll be frank, Miss Matheson.

It will be hard finding you a similar job

at your income level.

Well, there's more than one kind of compensation, Mr. Reynolds.

Right now, the challenge is more important than the income.

Would relocation be a problem?

Not if it's the right job.

Well...

with that attitude in this resume,

I don't think we'll have any problem at all placing you.

Well, I'm encouraged to hear that.

Why is it never simple?

It's always simple.

Find out who had the motive, means and opportunity.

Oh, thanks. Have we met anyone yet

who knew Danny and didn't have a motive?

Man was not well loved.

The guy apparently had the knack

for triggering homicidal impulses.

Everyone wanted him dead.

But not everyone wanted to k*ll him.

Why do you talk as if you're a philosopher

posing the great questions of all time

instead of a flat foot putting together a puzzle?

Life is a puzzle.

How does your wife put up with you?

[sighs]

You know, Danny gave anyone with the motive

the perfect opportunity by showing up here drunk.

-My money's on Frank. -Williams?

No, Sinatra. Yes, Williams.

He had the perfect... perfect motive, revenge.

And the perfect opportunity.

As this pool is right next door to his house.

You always said the first suspect is the spouse.

I ruled her out.

But what if he wanted to talk to her

and he was desperate and drunk

and got a little carried away?

[screaming] Val, open the door!

[knocking]

Val!

[knocking]

I know you're in there, Val.

She knew he was potted and dangerous.

She would never let him inside.

I'm not saying she let him in, maybe he tried to get in.

-You're my wife! -Get away from here!

You're not kicking me out of here anymore!

Get away from me! Get out of here!

You're gonna take advantage of me!

She would never even open the door a little bit.

Maybe she didn't know he was outside.

You just said he was pounding on the door.

I said maybe he was.

We were just conjecturing, right?

Well, finally.

-What are you doing here? -What do you mean,

what am I doing here? I belong here, darling.

Get out of here. Get away from here!

Cut it out! You are my wife!

-Get away! Get out of here! -This is my house!

You're not going to kick me out of my house!

Get away from me, get out of here!

Get away from me! No! I'll call the police!

-Cut it out, you little wh*re. -Help!

You're my wife, this is my house!

You're not kicking me out of here anymore!

Did you see any bruises on Mrs. Waleska?

Did you see any signs of a scuffle outside?

No, but we weren't looking for it.

I am loath to point out the obvious.

No, you're not.

But Mr. Waleska would have been considerably stronger

than Mrs. Waleska, even drunk.

But her aunt was home at the time.

Ginny! Ginny, help me!

Ginny, please!

Help, please, help!

[Danny screams]

[groaning]

Lieutenant, you have a vivid imagination.

My favorite part, the way they broke his fingers.

And then what? These women...

took that poor sap,

dragged him two doors away

and dumped him in the swimming pool.

It's possible.

Possible I'll grow hair, but I don't believe it.

Well, we'll have the lab boy check out,

the front door and the back door

for that matter, to Waleska's house.

Danny's been in and out of that house for at least a year.

The prints won't mean a thing.

[Guthrie] I'm not looking for prints.

I want to see if we find any tissue or blood samples

that match the dead man's.

What you're trying to do is pin Danny's death on somebody.

What you ought to be doing is pinning the medal

on whoever did it, if in fact it was a homicide.

So you think it was an accident?

I don't care if it was an accident or not.

I don't care how he died.

I'm glad the man's dead.

And you can write that down.

Subject professed joy at Mr. Waleska's death.

Subject showed no remorse.

Subject also would like to suggest

a block party be thrown in honor of that death.

Subject would like to dance on that man's grave.

Uh, officers, this is my daughter, Julie.

-Julie. -Mr. Williams...

Please don't take this interview too lightly.

Lieutenant Guthrie, please don't think I am going

to take this interview too seriously.

It's hard being a single parent.

Do you have kids?

One... going to graduate high school this year

another in college.

Yeah, and you know raising a teenager...

it's hard whether you're single or not.

Thank you for playing good cop to...

the Lieutenant's bad cop.

But I can save you both some time.

I wanted the man dead.

I am glad he's dead and I will testify to that

in a court of law.

I have also what you law enforcement types call...

no alibi.

For you see, I was driving around from 2:30 to 4:30.

And we all know that "driving around"

has been used as an alibi since the invention of the wheel.

But I also know... you don't have anything else.

If you did, I'd already be Mirandized.

Right?

[Levine] He did it.

-How do you know? -It's a hunch.

You talk like a 50-cent philosopher all day

and then badger me about procedure.

Then you tell me you got a hunch?

When the perpetrator admit he wanted to off the victim.

Sure! To disarm us.

Have you considered this Gary Ewing?

He announced his engagement to the victim's wife

before her divorce was even finalized.

The man was in the hospital with a broken arm.

Well, if he's telling the truth about Danny

trying to k*ll him then he's got a great motive for revenge.

And by the way, a lot of hours to account for his whereabouts.

And if he's lying and he in fact got drunk

and wrecked the car himself,

why not blame the one person everyone hates?

Blaming Danny and k*lling Danny are two different things.

[Guthrie] Danny came back to the neighborhood,

the taxi driver said he dropped him off

fifteen minutes after they first left.

Now, let's say Ewing arrived just after Danny did.

[Levine] Ewing had a broken arm, for pity's sake!

You don't fake a broken arm. We can see the X-rays.

And how was he supposed to subdue a mean drunk?

[Guthrie] What if he had a g*n?

[Levine] He doesn't keep a g*n in his car.

[Guthrie] Maybe he went home to get it.

And no one saw him coming or going?

Anyway, if he had a g*n, why not sh**t the b*stard?

Because g*ns make noise.

-Come on, come on... -[Gary] Shut up!

You don't even want to use that thing.

Oh, I'd love to use it, man.

I wish you'd give me an excuse to!

-Come on now, we're adults. -Get in!

We have to talk like mature adults--

Get in!

-What? -Get in.

Alright, alright, alright, alright, man.

[bottle clink] Alright.

Gimme a second, man. These are good boots, you know.

[screams]

[grunts]

You think this is funny, huh, cowboy?

[laughs sarcastically] Very funny.

[coughs]

I suppose Ewing jumped in after him

and held him under with his good arm.

What happened to Danny's fingers?

[bottle clink]

[muffled moans]

[screams]

[screams]

[bottle clink]

You have a gruesome imagination.

I'm just saying, what if.

Ewing has the best alibi of any of them.

If it holds up.

For some reason, you just refuse to focus on Williams,

don't you?

[Guthrie] Ewing had the strongest motive.

Ewing and his ex-wife.

You know, the police will continue

to investigate Danny's death, you know that?

Whether we get married or not.

So...

Now the only thing that would stop us,

and I do mean the only thing...

Would be if you two won't stand up for us.

Will not defend us, Gary. You made that sound like

they're supposed to defend us.

They knew what I meant. They do, didn't you?

I knew. Did you know?

I knew, and we will.

You know, if there's anyone else to defend you,

well, stand up for you,

I'd have been offended.

After all these years...

It's hard to believe.

-Finally going through with it. -Yeah.

-So glad for them. -Yeah.

You don't sound glad.

Oh, yeah!

You don't want Val and Gary to get back together again?

Yeah.

But?

I didn't say "but".

I distinctly heard an unspoken "but".

Well... maybe they're doing it just for the kids.

Mm.

They're in love. They've always been in love.

Anyway, even if they're doing it for the kids...

is that so terrible?

Yeah, it could be.

Who knows if either of them has changed too much?

Maybe they're in love with the same people

they were in love with 20 years ago,

but they're not the same people.

At least he's not.

But they are in love.

Yeah, but...

Well...

[chuckles]

It's none of my business.

Are you going to work tomorrow?

Yeah.

If I'm over this.

Just not... feeling well.

Yeah.

[instrumental music]

[phone ringing]

Hello. Ugh, damn.

-Hello? -Mother, I want my peach jacket.

And a very good morning to you too, darling.

I am serious, I'm going on an interview at ten o'clock.

If you leave right now, you will get over here in time.

I'm sorry, honey, I missed that.

I dropped one of my earrings.

You want to bet it was one of my earrings?

Honestly, darling, you make it sound like

I'm stealing from you.

Did you say something about an interview?

-Yes. -Are you leaving Greg's employ?

Yes.

Hmm. I think that's a very good idea.

Well, if you think that's a smart thing to do,

then I should probably reconsider.

[sighs] You are so mean.

Does Greg know?

Mother, the jacket!

Honey, don't you think that peach

is a little pale for your complexion?

If you don't get that jacket over here in 20 minutes,

I will have Tom swear out a warrant for your arrest.

Goodbye.

[sighs]

Oh, God.

I don't have time for this.

Well?

She called in sick, sir.

We haven't heard from her, we can't find the figures, sir.

Maybe she's at the doctor's.

-Who's she? -Paige.

Miss Matheson.

Oh, you mean the skinny blonde who used to be in this office?

-That Miss Matheson? -Yes, sir.

Well, if she shows up in my lifetime, call me.

Very impressive.

You've accomplished a great deal.

Well, I think I could accomplish

a great deal more given the opportunity.

Well, I can't promise anything,

but I will send your resume up to Mr. Clark

along with my personal recommendation.

I think, with any luck at all...

you'll be hearing from us by the end of the week.

Well, thank you. Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

-Bye. -Bye.

[mockingly] You mean the skinny one with the blonde hair?

The one that used to work here?

That Miss Matheson, Booby?

What we say when he finds out she's looking for another job?

Meh, she's no rocket scientist.

But then again, anybody else who hires her

ain't much of a rocket scientist either.

As far as I'm concerned, Goldilocks--

I got a lot better looking in either one of you two guys.

-I was just... It wasn't my... -[overlapping chatter]

Will you excuse us, Bob, I'd like to have a private moment

with Rich Little here.

Yes, sir.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Making fun of the CEO is bad enough, but...

sitting in this chair is totally unforgivable.

I...

How do you know that Miss Matheson

is looking for other employment?

A friend of mine is a headhunter.

He interviewed her, sir.

Well, I guess what's needed here, Mortski, is...

a small act of contrition to help me overlook

this disrespectful exhibition, hm?

Yes, sir.

I hate to be the one to say it,

but when someone seems too good to be true...

she usually is.

Matheson's in charge of some of your biggest accounts.

Hey, just because she has a title

doesn't mean she's qualified.

She doesn't even have an MBA.

If she's not qualified, how did she get her job

in the first place?

Let's just say the woman looks very good

bending over the photocopying machine.

Know what I mean?

I've already got a company interested in her.

Well... it's your reputation.

It's your name they're gonna remember

when she doesn't work out.

But you know, what do I know?

-I appreciate the warning. -Hey, what are friends for?

So who is this company looking for a new executive?

Anybody I should know about?

[keys clinking]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[thud]

[suspense music]

[door chains clatters]

[Karen groans]

What do you think?

-What are you doing? -Eliminating all your decisions.

I like the red.

Look, here's a coffee.

Meg's downstairs having breakfast

before she and Barbara go to the park.

Here's the newspaper.

Don't read it all or you'll be late for work.

So only read the good news.

I won't take long.

Why does Meg have to go to the park?

Because she's tired of staying inside.

Now, if you'd rather take her to the studio,

-I can have Barbara go. -No.

I'm not going to work today, I'm not feeling very well--

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, well, Diane called and I told her you'd be in.

I'm not feeling well.

Look, you cannot stay in this house forever.

You got a little girl who wants to get out in the sunshine.

You got people at work that are waiting for you.

You got a husband who thinks you look fantastic in bright colors.

-You got to live your life. -And I have to live my life

in a world full of disease and accidents!

With people who aren't just satisfied

with disease and accidents. They have to make things worse!

So excuse me while I stay depressed for a while!

-Okay. Okay. -[Karen sighs]

Okay.

Alright.

Ah...

Wear the red.

[indistinct]

So why don't you and my mom get along?

Who says we don't get along?

[chuckles]

Well, if you and she were speaking all these years

then I'd have been speaking to you too.

Well, we just don't have a lot in common.

Which means you won't say why you don't like her.

I like her.

[horse neighing]

Why do people think you're so intimidating?

I don't know, do people think I'm intimidating?

You always answer a question with a question?

Well, not always.

How about you? What are your plans?

You mean after college?

Now, after college, whenever.

I don't know. I mean, I like tennis.

I know, I saw you play.

Is that what you want to do with your life?

I wouldn't mind playing pro tennis.

-Wouldn't mind? -I mean...

I like it.

Endorsement contracts are hard to come by.

No, I don't want any endorsement contracts.

Then what's the point?

You know...

I now know why you and my mom don't get along.

Because you're just alike.

I mean, you're exactly alike.

Can anyone in this family ever give anyone a compliment

or, I don't know, some encouragement?

Like, "good job", "nice going".

"I'm proud of you", "way to go".

-Great hat. -[Kate laughs]

Well, thank you.

Well, I guess you heard the rumor.

-I hear a lot of rumors. -Paige is job hunting.

Oh, yeah? Good luck to her.

She and the boss must have had a fight.

Well, you don't lose your job

because you had a fight with the boss.

You do if the fight was in bed.

You talk as if she only has her job for one reason.

Well, she does, doesn't she?

Nobody knows for sure.

Well, nobody knows for sure

the sun will come up in the morning either.

Right.

Anyway, it must have been quite a spat.

She's holding up a big deal by not turning in some figures.

Well, if it's the figures of the Washington State

timber mill, they just pull them up.

-From? -They're in the queue directory.

-Do they know that? -I don't know.

I didn't think it was a secret.

Well, get the figures, Michael.

March them into Mr. Sumner's office.

Maybe he'll notice you.

He knows who I am. He gave me my job.

It never hurts to score some points.

That's it? It's just phase X in your code?

Yeah, and the universal access number.

See, they're right all there. You just have to pick "Q."

[knocking on door]

-Mike-- oh, you're busy, huh? -Hi.

Yeah, sorry, Mack. I can't have lunch today, I'm really busy.

-Can we take a rain check? -It's not about lunch.

-You got a minute? -Do you need to see him alone?

No, you stay here. Mike, come on, you got a minute?

Yeah.

What's going on?

You want the long version or the short version?

-The short version. -Alright.

-Your mother could use a visit. -Mack...

Michael, I know you both don't see eye to eye in everything.

-That's an understanding. -It's no big deal.

You're both very stubborn.

She still treats me like a baby.

And proud.

What, you trying to win me over

-with compliments? -Stubborn and proud.

-Stubborn and proud. -Did you tell her that?

You know, Michael, let me tell you something.

If you've been through what she's been through,

she's following up pride to help you out, am I right?

I'm right. You know I'm right.

Hey, she's at home.

[instrumental music]

[Linda] What?

-I'm going to see my mom. -Right this minute?

-I think I better. -Can it wait a while?

I mean, this research...

I'd rather let the research wait.

[beep]

You're right, you're doing the right thing.

[beep]

My guess is you haven't found one person who like Danny,

but you found lots of people

with a motive to get back at him.

And if we had his history, we'd find maybe...

two, three hundred people who would've given money

just for the chance to punch him out.

Mr. MacKenzie, after he left the neighborhood,

what did you do?

I went to Pizza and Stuff.

-Pizza and Stuff? -They have video games.

Skee ball, Meg loved that.

You went there on a work day.

If Danny was going to come back in the neighborhood.

I didn't want to make that.

So I gave the sitter the afternoon off and,

and went to Pizza and Stuff with Meg.

Uh, would someone there remember you?

[laughs]

Yeah, you can ask the manager who the guy was

who redeemed 3,012 tickets or...

Ask the guy in the pizza suit, Meg was scared of him.

Have you played the hockey game?

Yeah. The air hockey? Yeah.

[Guthrie] Mr. MacKenzie, thank you very much for your time.

My pleasure.

[Mack] Hey, Frank.

Still checking up on me, huh?

Don't worry about it, partner.

I buried you.

-Oh, no. -Excuse me, goodbye.

Bye. Thank you.

Bye.

Williams throws you.

You talk to him like you're the guilty party.

You have Frank Williams on the brain.

I want him in for questioning.

What have you written of MacKenzie?

You don't say you've been to Pizza and Stuff unless you have.

Maybe Danny came back when MacKenzie was still there, huh?

You know, MacKenzie's got a rep for his temper.

What if Waleska started threatening the kid?

Or MacKenzie thought he was threatening the kid

or trying to get into the house, huh?

-You're reaching. -What if Waleska, say,

had a go of it outside of the house

when MacKenzie was driving off with the kid?

Say he slammed the car door on Waleska.

You worked out a lot of ways to break fingers,

but you won't break MacKenzie's alibi

or explain why in this story,

like in every other story except Frank Williams',

somebody has to drag or chase the victim

across the neighborhood

to dump him inside that swimming pool.

I wouldn't for a second suggest that you're unprofessional,

your judgment is impaired, lieutenant,

but I think you're sweet on the crime suspect.

[scoffs]

Sure, right.

A widower with a grumpy teenager.

That's exactly the kind of man I'm attracted to, yeah.

[car engine revving]

[knock on door]

[instrumental music]

-Hi. -Hi.

Can I come in?

Um...

I...

You want to sit down?

I brought you something.

A dime?

It's the first money I ever earned.

[mellow music]

Remember my first loose tooth?

You wouldn't let me pull it out.

You never did let me.

It came out when I was eating watermelon.

-Eric screamed and pointed. -And I cried...

because I couldn't find the tooth.

That was my first chance of visit from the Tooth Fairy.

I mean, you, um...

you took a flashlight and...

and went through the garbage

looking for the watermelon rind with the tooth in it.

And you found it.

And that night I got a dime.

And you kept it all this time?

It's my lucky dime.

I thought it was supposed to be a lucky penny.

Inflation.

I thought you might need a lucky dime.

[music continues]

[Linda] And...

print.

Yes!

[sighs]

I think it's great you're not self-conscious about your age.

Is there a direct question you want to ask me?

Does anyone in our family ask the right questions?

Well, why don't you try and be the first?

Okay, um...

I was, you know, wondering...

if you and your assistant are... close.

Close?

Closer than boss and assistant.

She's not my assistant.

Okay, well, whatever her title is,

is she... more than her title to you?

[Greg laughs]

Is she more than her title to me? That sounds like a song.

What makes you ask?

Um...

The way you look at one another.

The way I look at her or the way she looks at me?

Both.

If you were, like...

dating her.

Well, you wouldn't admit it anyway, would you?

I mean, I'm not trying to...

criticize you or anything like that, you know.

Um... I mean...

I don't think that there is anything wrong

with an older man.

I mean, if, if there's some...

well, true love there,

you know.

Um...

Ah... Well, I am really embarrassing

myself now, aren't I?

Don't be embarrassed.

People are always absolving me from...

things I don't feel guilty about.

-[knock on door] -Yeah.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just...

well, I had understood that you were looking for these figures

on the timber mill.

Mm. Thank you, uh...

Linda.

-Linda. -Fairgate.

Well, thank you, Linda Fairgate.

You're welcome, sir.

I understood that it was urgent.

You didn't tell me that he invited you to his house.

I didn't think it was newsworthy.

Maybe you didn't want me to know.

-Mom. -He's not a nice person, Kate.

-He was nice to me. -You cannot trust him.

He's just like you.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

Mom, I mean, he's like you.

You're alike.

You both... you both never exactly say what you mean.

But because I've been living with you all my life,

and I'm used to it, I can pretty much figure out

the code by now.

You see, I'm not trying to slam you or anything.

I'm just saying you're both a lot alike.

And he was perfectly nice to me in his own weird way.

I just don't approve that you're seeing him.

-What? -I just don't think

it's a good idea that you're visiting him

or spend any time with him.

Okay, mom, I'm going.

Bingo.

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Wouldn't it be nice to investigate

the death of someone who deserved to live?

That question is too loaded, too leading,

and too weighty for me to answer right now.

But now that we know Ewing's alibi holds up,

my question is...

how do you think Danny Waleska died?

I think Frank Williams k*lled him.

Well, he was already upset by the time he came home that day.

I mean, he just buried his wife.

And he just come from a very emotional experience

on that TV show, the last thing he needed

to find was Danny Waleska haunting his neighborhood.

I told you to stay out, you wouldn't listen!

No, you wouldn't listen! Come on, come on!

-[Danny grunts] -Come on!

Yeah, I got something for you.

[Guthrie] The pool was next door?

The house was vacant and he knew it.

I doubt there's any malice or forethought.

I figure Williams just lost it.

You listen now.

[screaming]

[groaning]

[tense music]

My guess is that if, Waleska was conscious,

Williams just wore him down.

[Levine] And his broken fingers?

- [screaming] -[Guthrie] Frank Williams

just broke them.

[screaming]

You've recovered your objectivity.

How do we get Mr. Williams to admit what he did?

-Frank. -Huh?

Look, you know I've had my share of criminal cases, right?

Yeah.

So... you know I know my way around criminal law.

I guess.

But if you're not comfortable working with me, that's fine.

I understand completely.

I know a couple of good attorneys

that could handle this.

You giving away business?

No, I'm just saying that if you want someone else

to handle it, I understand completely.

-Handle what? -You and your case.

What case?

Come on, what are we waltzing around for?

Well, I'm, I'm not waltzing with you, I don't know,

I don't know what you're talking about.

You put me on. They're coming

after you for Danny.

Mack... I did not k*ll Danny. I didn't.

-I didn't say you did. -But you think it.

Hey, look, let me get you another attorney, huh?

I'm sorry I brought it up.

I just thought because we're friends.

Yeah, right. And next it's gonna be,

"I don't blame you for what you did, Frank".

-I didn't say that. -Then what?

You gonna congratulate me? No, no.

You'll understand how I could

have been driven to do something like that.

You probably already got the plea worked out.

Temporary insanity? No.

No. Manslaughter.

-That's not what I said. -Then what did you say?

You know, listen to me, pal.

Offering a hand in your case doesn't mean

I presume you're guilty.

You can find that distinction

in any one of those law books.

Forget it. I'm sorry I brought it up.

Everyone tense around here.

What do you mean their needs have changed?

It was a great interview. He loved me.

[man] Maybe you're confusing courtesy

with a positive response.

I can tell the difference.

I'm only telling you what they told me.

Whatever the reason, they are not interested

in you for the position.

What about other companies?

Have you set up any other interviews?

I haven't been able to find anything suitable.

You said it wouldn't be a problem placing me.

I was wrong.

The recession has everyone scared.

Management is laying off. They're not hiring.

Well, thanks for your time.

[sighs]

[Greg] How you feeling?

-How am I feeling? -Yeah. How you feeling?

I know you've been out for a couple of days,

I just wondered if you're alright.

I feel fine.

-You sure? -Yeah, sure.

Because if you're still feeling weak--

I feel fine. I'm happy.

I am positively radiant.

Oh, good.

I know how strenuous it is climbing the corporate ladder.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you've just done such a great job around here.

I want you to know that I appreciate it.

[Paige] What's the catch?

You're so suspicious, there's no catch.

-As a matter of fact-- -Ah! The catch.

As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you

a promotion and I hope you consider it.

I love to see you speechless.

I know I shouldn't enjoy it, but I do.

[instrumental music]

[keys rattling]

-[gasps] -Don't scream.

Mr. Conti sent me.

-Where is he? -In Rome.

Who are you?

You can call me Nick.

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