I didn't kill David.
Someone tried to kill me.
But, Ellen, there was no other body in your apartment.
I wasn't in my apartment.
Did you identify the body?
- There was no body. - That's right.
Well, that's impossible.
There are things that I can't talk about.
Why not?
It's about the case.
The Frobisher case?
- Is this seat taken? - No, no, go ahead.
What happened to your face?
Consulting, you know, it's a contact sport.
My friend dated a consultant.
Major heartbreak.
Sorry to hear that.
Yeah, he lied to her,
pretended he was married.
Made up some shit about a guy in a limousine.
I'm here alone, Gregory.
So, what, you're Katie's lawyer friend, right?
She asked me to come talk to you guys.
Why didn't you?
'Cause I didn't know anything about your case.
How is Katie? I liked her.
Is that why you lied to her,
humiliated her and got her to perjure herself?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Katie thinks someone put you up to this.
Given the shape your face is in, maybe she's right.
- Who's pulling your strings, Gregory? - Nobody.
- Patty Hewes pulling yours? - Patty doesn't know I'm here.
Bullshit.
If she did, you'd be holding a subpoena and facing criminal charges.
For what?
Obstruction of justice, conspiracy to cover up a felony.
You know, if you're lucky, that's ten years.
You people are amazing.
Just gimme a name, Gregory. I'll keep you out of this.
So I give you a name, you won't come after me?
Not if you give us a bigger fish.
Barney.
What's his last name?
Rubble. Lives in Bedrock. Hell of a right hook.
You got 24 hours.
Until what?
Until Patty Hewes finds out about you.
And once that happens, we subpoena you
and we do it the hard way.
Do you think Gregory believed you?
I don't know. He's kind of a mess.
You mentioned Katie.
Yeah, but he's pretty hard to read.
He kept acting like he was being watched.
And he may have reason to be paranoid.
What makes you say that?
He had a bruise on his face.
Looked like he'd been in a fight.
Really?
I don't understand why we haven'tjust subpoenaed him.
Well, it'd be better if he came in willingly.
We subpoena him, he could clam up.
Do you think he'll talk to us?
I think he's scared.
And I think he may feel guilty about what he did to Katie.
What about you?
What do you mean?
This was a big step.
Approaching a witness under false pretenses,
offering protection you can't provide.
Don't they teach that in law school?
So now what?
You don't hear from Gregory in 24 hours, we subpoena him.
And in the meantime?
Dinner, 8:00 tomorrow night, my apartment.
Don't be late.
So let her subpoena you. You knew this might happen.
All you've gotta do is tell the truth.
Just leave out a few details.
Here, what were you doing in Florida?
Vacationing.
Why was the apartment in your name?
I rented it with some friends.
What about your job?
Applied for a training program.
Discovered I had a knack for consulting.
So what's the problem?
Something you wanna say?
I wanna talk to him.
He doesn't talk to you. You know how it works.
He's the whole reason I got pulled into this thing.
I'm tired of protecting him. I just wanna talk to him.
Hold this a second.
My advice to you:
Any time you get the urge to think for yourself
resist it.
I told you, I want my life back.
This is your life.
Throw that away for me, will ya?
- You want one of these? - No, I'm good with my espresso.
Thanks.
Look a little sleepy there, partner. Everything all right?
Oh, it's just a touch of insomnia.
Pesky dreams.
Nothing too worrisome.
I gotjust the person for you, Ray.
I couldn't get a good night's sleep through that whole government trial.
This therapist did wonders for me.
Doesn't matter what you have, either bruxism,
hypnicjerks, exploding head syndrome.
She's terrific.
Trust me, seriously.
So at your son's basketball game?
Last night, I'm sitting up in the stands with Holly.
Other parents are up there, you know,
and this woman about two rows behind me,
she spits on me.
Back of my head.
And you'd like me to--what?
All this woman knows about me is what she reads in the newspaper
or sees on television, and she hates me so much
that she can spit on me?
Look, I'm not exactly a young man anymore.
Worried about your legacy.
Yeah, I'm not a monster, Ray.
I don't wanna be remembered as one.
What are you proposing?
A memoir, you know?
Show these people the real me.
The family me, the husband, the father.
You know, maybe, I don't know,
show 'em a picture of my childhood home.
I grew up poor.
Maybe a chapter on my dyslexia.
Well, that's actually a terrific idea.
We'll set you up with a publisher right after the trial.
No, no, no, no, now.
Oh, no, no, no, you do this now,
people could perceive it as a sign of desperation,
or worse, guilt.
Not if we do it right. Just get me a ghost writer.
Somebody who has a lot of experience with this.
You're gonna allow some complete stranger
to poke into your life.
No, Ray, look, he'll be working for me.
He'll be working for the publisher.
You'll never be able to control the flow of information.
First thing you know, they'll be in your basement
digging for bodies.
Hey, you know something? Set this up for me.
Get me a writer and stop being an asshole.
You're being an asshole.
She spat at me. You know something, she spat at me.
In front of my kids.
A book's a good idea.
I can't wait to read it.
Ellen?
Still awake?
There are a number of lawsuits against the Atlantic Yards project
that could take months or even years to decide.
Daniel Goldstein heads the group "Develop, Don't Destroy Brooklyn."
He is one of 13 homeowners in federal court,
challenging the builders' use of eminent domain
to take away their homes...
Oh, I had the TV on.
I must've left this morning without turning it off.
Well, I'm just glad that you're okay.
Oh, hey, listen, I forgot to tell you.
Tomorrow night, Patty asked us to dinner at her place.
You forgot?
I know, I screwed up.
Come on, it's our one night together.
We were gonna try that new Mexican place.
I know, I'm sorry, babe.
Well, who's gonna be there?
I think it's just her and her husband.
And us? Jesus! Ellen!
No, maybe it'll be fun. They have this great apartment--
After everything that happened with Katie,
why would I wanna socialize with Patty Hewes?
She's my boss.
She wants to meet you. What am I supposed to say?
I don't wanna go.
David, can you please do this for me?
Fine.
I'll be a couple more hours.
Lila, hey.
The nurse at your station said you'd be here.
What...
is everything okay?
When you guys discharged my grandfather
from the hospital last week, he was doing really great,
but Saturday night, things took a turn.
Did you call the paramedics?
Yeah. He was dead by the time they got there.
My God. I'm so sorry.
I've been so busy that I--
I didn't even hear.
Is there anything I can do?
Actually, I hate to ask.
What?
There's all this medical equipment in our apartment.
His machines.
The nurse said that I could sell them on Craigslist,
but I just don't know what they're worth.
Do you know what kind of machines they are?
I'm not sure.
I'd need someone to tell me.
Do you think maybe you could take a look?
Lila...
I know I acted inappropriately before.
You're engaged.
I respect that.
I could really use your help right now.
Well, where do you live?
- David Connor's phone records. - Yeah?
Someone called him a half a dozen times
the night before he was killed.
Who?
Her name is Lila DiMeo.
What's the occasion?
The occasion, Ray, is gratitude.
Thank you.
No, Ray, thank you.
Sixteen years of service,
government trial,
head to head in the ring with Patty Hewes,
and we're still standing.
Miracles do happen.
You're a good friend, Ray.
Thank you, Art.
Means a lot to hear you say that.
Bottoms up.
What's the matter?
What is it?
Oh, goddamn it, man, what--
Mr. Fiske, it's time to leave for the Frobisher meeting.
Thank you, Katie.
You talk to the sleep therapist yet, buddy?
No, no, I haven't had the time.
Ray, you got dark circles under your eyes, man.
You're walking like a corpse.
You should call her.
- Hey, Owen! - What's up, Dad?
So, you heard from the publisher or not?
They chose your writer.
Fellow from Yale, writes fiction no one reads,
but he's one hell of a biographer.
- Fantastic. - Yeah, it is.
Look, I want you to know,
the publisher intends to have you talk about your current litigation.
Now, it won't be the sole focus of the book.
You can still get your story out.
But they're insisting that candid insight
into your company's collapse
and your perspective on the ensuing trials
would be a major selling point.
Now, obviously, you can still back out.
Frankly, that would be my advice.
No. I wanna do this.
I have to do this.
Tread lightly, Art.
People need to know who I am, Ray.
Don't be afraid to put your nose right in there.
Inhale that. It's an incredible vintage.
This is a 2001 Cabernet-Merlot blend.
Intense concentration.
What do you think?
Yes, it's got a fantastic concentration.
Really, it's incredible.
Do you like wine, David?
Wine? Sure.
Come on, David, we had that pinot grigio the other night.
What was that?
I don't remember.
Phil knows everything about wine.
I only know two things, red and white.
Your sister must know a lot about wine,
what with the restaurant and all.
Yeah, she does.
How is Katie?
Not good.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Please send her my best.
Don't beg.
So how did you guys meet?
You tell, Phil, I always get it wrong.
Not a romantic bone in this woman's body.
It was '94, I was working for the Indonesian government.
I was in Jakarta, I was restructuring the national bank.
She was walking through the hotel lobby, and--
I'm terribly sorry, excuse me.
It's Dubai. The market is just opening there.
I'm sorry, excuse me please.
So, how did you two meet?
- Berger? - Berber, Berber with a "b."
George is fine.
So George, I hear you're a smart guy.
I understand you're writing a novel.
Yup, that's right.
That's very impressive.
Thank you.
So how's this work?
Should I start telling stories about myself?
Or you wanna ask me questions?
It's up to us.
Although I do have a couple things to get started,
just to understand some basics.
Yeah, shoot.
Okay.
So when the accounting irregularities in your company
were first discovered--
And this is just because I don't have a degree in economics.
Yeah, listen, George, we're gonna get to it.
And I have a lot I wanna say about that.
Trust me.
Why don't I just tell you things about who I am?
You know, like my childhood.
- Absolutely. - Okay, great, great.
Well, are you familiar with dyslexia?
Glass of port.
I have a Ferrero Lagrima white that will make you weep.
Thank you, but I think that we've got to get going, so--
No, we can stay for a glass. I've always wanted to try port.
Good, Ellen, come into the kitchen with me.
You can choose a dessert.
Sure.
You like cigars?
Like some coffee?
Sure, thanks.
- And sugar? - Thank you.
Thank you so much for having us to dinner.
Well, it's our pleasure.
I always like to get to know my new associates
and their significant others.
Well, we really appreciate the invitation.
It's our pleasure.
It's fun for us, too.
I'm really sorry about David. I think he's still upset about Katie.
He's lovely.
Plus, he's started his surgical rotation.
He's doing these endless shifts. He's sleep-deprived--
I really understand, but I don't think it's just that.
What do you mean?
Let's be honest-- men are sensitive.
They don't like to be dragged anywhere.
We may not like it, but we know how to play second fiddle.
We're bred for it.
Men can't do it.
At least, not the ones we're sharing a bed with.
Ellen.
We gotta go, I got work.
Biscotti?
And then she's gotta bring up Katie?!
Because Patty's concerned about her.
Bullshit.
You were acting like you didn't wanna be there
long before Patty mentioned Katie.
Because I didn't.
Yeah, you made that perfectly clear.
Well, I'm so sorry if I'm not interested
in international arbitrage.
Phil was just trying to make conversation.
When Patty asked you about the hospital--
I answered her questions.
No, you grunted like a caveman.
I answered her, didn't I?
I had to apologize for you.
You what?
You can't do this to me, David.
Patty knew you were miserable.
These events are part of my job.
- There are gonna be more. - I get it.
Patty's your boss. That doesn't mean
that I have to like her.
Hello?
- Who is this? - It's Gregory Malina.
I wanna talk.
Where did you meet David Connor?
At the hospital.
Where he worked?
David treated my grandfather.
Sorry, I just can't believe that--
Miss DiMeo, how long were you dating David Connor?
Almost four months.
What?
Any idea why Ellen Parsons didn't move out until two days ago?
She moved out the day she found out about us.
So David Connor was cheating on Ms. Parsons with you.
- Can I take your jacket? - Yeah, thank you.
Yeah.
It's...
caught up there.
Sorry.
It's me and my parents.
They passed away when I was a kid.
And your grandfather raised you?
The machine's in here.
It's a defibrillator.
You know, on TV, in hospitals,
when they put the paddles on people's chests and yell "Clear!"?
That's what that is.
Did my grandfather ever tell you
that he was a medic in World War II?
No. Did he go to med school?
He was a butcher. I guess that qualified him.
Check it out.
Is that a bullet?
From Iwo Jima.
Made a movie about it, actually.
My grandfather got shot in the leg.
And he got this as a reminder.
Of what?
Life is short.
He had it inscribed.
Words to live by.
- I need to go. - Okay.
But the defibrillator, it's used,
so you'll probably get four or five hundred bucks for it.
Butjust make sure that you list it as "AED, M-series."
Okay?
I'll get your jacket.
I hate that bitch.
Stare at her every day at work.
Stands there holding her torch,
welcoming everybody. It's bullshit.
She doesn't look after anybody.
No, she doesn't.
Gotta look after yourself.
You know, when I first moved here,
I thought I'd just, you know, figure out what I was good at.
And?
Turns out the only talent I have is getting people to like me.
This is crazy.
This all comes down to getting the attention of someone at a bar.
I'm glad you called.
Yeah, you're glad I called.
- What? - What are we, friends now?
Look, I'm only here because I'm sick of these assholes,
and I want it to stop.
Then tell me who ordered you to set up Katie,
and maybe it will.
Who was it, Gregory?
Do you understand the risk I'm taking, talking to you right now?
I can protect you.
Like you protected Katie?
Gimme a break.
This was a mistake, I shouldn't be here.
Wait, Gregory.
Gimme a name. Was Frobisher's broker in the car?
Forget about him, it's not about the broker.
What do you mean?
It's more.
Gregory!
Shit.
If this is bad news, I don't wanna hear it.
They're talking to the kid.
It was only a matter of time.
He has been prepped, hasn't he?
Of course.
So what's the problem?
The problem is Gregory's conscience.
You--
I don't wanna hear this shit right now.
- We need a new strategy. - So find one.
You guys said that you were gonna handle this.
Look, this wasn't my mess, it was his.
I don't care whose mess it is. Just deal with it. Jesus.
Next time you call me, make sure it's for good news.
I can't believe this shit.
- Gregory said what? - He said forget about the broker.
What does that mean?
I don't know.
I think he wanted to say more, but he seemed spooked.
We have to bring him in.
Tom, draft the subpoena.
You got it.
What, Ellen?
We know what Frobisher did to Katie's dog.
Yes.
So is there anything we can do to protect Gregory?
Want a game of horse?
All right.
You first.
I talked about you all yesterday afternoon.
I'm writing a book, you know.
- Yeah, Mom told me. - Yeah.
I used to be able to dunk this sucker.
Yeah, you're always saying that.
Yeah.
I told him the story about our camping trip. You remember that?
You got scared 'cause you thought
the Jabberwocky was hiding behind a tree.
But you got all mixed up and you started screaming,
"Liberace's behind a tree!"
I was six.
Yeah, you were.
Hey, look, I know being my son these days,
you're catching a lot of grief.
I don't listen to that crap.
That shit they're saying about me,
some day soon, they're gonna eat that.
And we'll just be a normal family again.
I believe you, Dad.
Doesn't mean you're any good at this game.
Look at this, you're not bending your legs here.
You gotta go from your knees.
Knees, elbow, follow through. Whoosh!
- Hey. - What--?
- Mr. Frobisher-- - I know, I know, it's late.
Yeah, I'm not expecting you right now.
I know you weren't. I'm sorry.
- This is nice, very nice. - Thank you.
Hey. Hi.
- I'm Arthur Frobisher. - That's my girlfriend, Indira.
That's nice, that's very nice.
Actually, look. I had some thoughts, you know?
Do you have a couple of glasses?
'Cause I brought us one hell of a bottle.
This is sipping whiskey.
Had a few on the way.
Were you ever in the Boy Scouts, George?
I stopped after the Webelos, but yeah.
No, that's not Boy Scouts.
- Pinewood Derby, right? - Yeah, yeah.
Last place, this guy.
Ask me why I'm proud.
Because I made this myself.
You know, the other kids, they had their dads do it for 'em.
It's after midnight, Mr. Frobisher.
No, see, look, this stuff, all--
This is my integrity.
See what I'm saying?
Here, look, look.
What--yeah.
Third prize, middle school spelling bee.
Great.
No, I'm dyslexic. Remember, I told you that.
So that's determination.
Here, look, look.
Yeah, all right, varsity.
This is interesting.
Varsity. That's the first time I realized I was a natural leader.
Yeah, you know, all this stuff that you're giving me is great.
- But this book-- - All right, look.
Here, come here.
This shirt, right? Shirt you're wearing.
You own other shirts, right?
So if I come along and, say,
define you as the guy who wears this shirt,
I'd be wrong.
Right? 'Cause you're notjust one thing.
See, that's what I'm trying to say. You're notjust one thing.
Hey, I told you, right, that I started off dirt poor?
- You told me yesterday. - Look at this.
Why don't you write--
All right, listen to this.
Seventeen, I came this close to joining the army.
- You realize what that would-- - Look, look, Mr. Frobisher.
I haven't seen Indira for two weeks. She's been traveling.
Understand? And this is our night together.
So we'll just cut it short.
Wait, all right, let's back up here.
Tell me about your book.
My novel?
Sorry, your novel.
It's hard to describe.
Just tell me what it's about, will you?
On the face of it, it's a love story.
It's about nostalgia
and how that affects our core relationships.
Jesus, George, that sounds like crap.
Are you kidding me?
Look what you're doing here.
I mean, you're living on-- you're sleeping on a futon.
Come on.
Of course you're writing about my life, you don't have one.
You know? And you're screwing the immigrant because, what--
- Excuse me? - You appreciate their culture?
- Excuse me?! - Is that what you say to yourself?
Truth is, you'rejust trying to feel superior.
Try running a $40 billion industry,
see how that makes you feel.
- Get out! We're done. - Try managing 11,000 employees.
I bet that gives you a hard-on--
Just leave!
You wanna know why they're suing me,
you invisible piece of shit?
'Cause I'm worth it.
I hope that you lose everything.
- Yeah, you be careful. - Because you are an arrogant asshole.
Hey, guess what? You're fired.
He's fired. Tell him, will you?
Dad?
Yeah? I'm writing.
What?
The police are here to see you.
You think they'll arrest him?
Simple assault's a misdemeanor.
They'll slap him on the wrist.
But publicity like this is never a bad thing for us.
You heading out?
No, David's working, so I'm sticking around.
I've been thinking about you and David.
You want a drink?
Sure.
I hope it works out for you two.
Why wouldn't it?
It's really tough, Ellen.
Juggling a man and a career.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Now, my college boyfriend
was the sweetest, most loyal guy you'll ever meet.
We moved in together after graduation.
And he helped put me through law school.
He worked two jobs. Thankless, menial stuff.
And he was my first love.
I dumped him as soon as I got my J.D.
Why?
He had no ambition.
It disgusted me.
Really?
It's biology, Ellen.
A man should want to be in charge.
Now, the trick is making him feel like he actually is.
Is that why Phil did all the talking at dinner?
Yeah, he likes to hold court.
What?
I didn't tell David I met with Gregory.
Really?
I guess I didn't want him to worry.
Ellen, most men can't handle an ambitious woman.
It may take you a few tries,
but make sure you find one who can.
It's David Connor.
Hey.
Hey, listen, I'm sorry to bug you,
but I'm just leaving work and I can't find my keys.
That sucks.
Yeah. I had them in my jacket pocket.
If they fell out at your place...
¤o, no, I would've seen them.
I'll take another look.
Anyway, gimme a call if you find them, okay?
- Yeah, no problem. - Thanks.
Who was that?
- How you feeling, Grandpa? - Like a hundred bucks.
I'm going out, I'll see you later.
To tell the truth, I'm not really sure what to expect.
But Mr. Frobisher sings your praises.
Sleep therapy is more of an art than a science.
Well, I can't sleep.
And when I do, I have nightmares.
What's the nature of your dreams?
In one, my teeth fall out.
It's pretty common.
- It's thought to signify-- - Insecurity.
Anxiety. I know.
That's one interpretation.
But it can also signify a secret you're keeping.
More specifically, your overwhelming fear
that people will find it out.
What? What's going on, Mr. Fiske?
Tell me.
Let it out.
Remember me?
From the other night?
Yeah, of course I remember you.
I came to see if you were okay.
Yeah.
I wanted to give you my number.
Yeah?
Your boy, Gregory Malina.
Yes?
- He's in danger. - What happened?
You don't need to know.
- And if I want to subpoena him? - You better do it quick.
I need to talk to you.
You can't be here.
Ray, who is it?
It's a wrong address. Just go back to sleep, Mallory.
- You need to leave. - Just give me five minutes, Ray.
Just give me five minutes.
Look, I got a Doberman.
Please.
Ellen?
Surprise.
I said hello, and you didn't answer.
So you figured I was one of those murderers
who leads you to your death with music and bubble baths?
No, no, I lost my keys and the door was open.
I guess I forgot to lock it.
Right.
You gonna get in?
What's the special occasion?
I miss you.
Look, I'm not proud of it,
but it's what David wanted.
And last night? Where were you?
Here at home.
Why aren't you talking to Ellen Parsons?
Why should we?
Because she's crazy and jealous.
This is Ellen Parsons.
Stay away from my fiance,
or i swear to God I will come after you.
You called David six times yesterday.
About the apartment. We were making arrangements.
I was gonna move in.
See, David made me a set of keys.