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FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad, be advised,

man dressed as a panda
robbing Frank's mini-mart.

Suspect is considered
armed and adorable.

COLE: Mrs. Thayler,
please try to calm down.

Sorry.

Was anything taken?

- No.
- How can you
say that?

Because they didn't
take anything.

Why do you
minimize everything?

Uh, I'm confused.

You're saying
there was a break-in,
but nothing was stolen?

(SIGHS) Watch this.

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

(WOMEN MOANING)

Okay, that's enough.
Please turn that off.

We rented it earlier.

It's called
Brown Baggin' It VII.

You rented it.
I don't watch
that kind of thing.

Maybe if you
gave it a chance.

BEAUMONT: Again,
I'm confused.

And not just 'cause
I didn't see Brown Baggin' It
I through VI.

Keep watching.

Mrs. Thayler, we're not
going to stand here
and watch porn with you.

And making a false 911 call
is a misdemeanor.

We didn't make
a false 911 call.

That's our apartment!

Those animals broke
into our home and
made a porn movie.

Huh.

Do I strike you as
the kind of person

who'd be the man
in a relationship?

Yes.

Seriously, come on.

Davis is mad at me.
He says I won't
let him be the man.

Whatever that means.

All right, let me
ask you this,
who pulls whose hair? In bed.

(LAUGHING) That's none
of your business.

And there you have it.
You're a she-male.

What? A she-male?
No, I'm not.

Hey, come on,
it's not a bad thing.

- No.
- You're a cop, okay?

A cop is the man
in every relationship.

A woman doesn't have to
be a man to be powerful
in a relationship.

- Whatever.
ABIGAIL: Are you police?

- Yes.
- Please, you have
to come.

- I just saw him.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
slow down.

What's going on?
What's going on?
Tell me.

I was attacked last week.
I just saw the guy.

He's in a restaurant
around the corner.

You have to hurry.
He's gonna get away.

Okay, all right.
Show us. Show us.

I'm sorry,
what's your name?

Abigail.

Abigail.

ABIGAIL: I was coming home
last Wednesday night.

There's an alley
near my apartment.

He grabbed my hair.
He had a knife.

He? Who's he?

Him.

You sure?

All right. Wait for us
back at the precinct.
Go on.

You wanna do
the ostrich?

No, let's do the
frisky beaver.

All right.

Hey, NYPD.
Can I see your hands?

I got nice feet, too.
You wanna see those?

Stand up.

- I'm gonna take you in.
- Oh.

My partner.

All right...
Hey, remember high school?

Under the sweater,
over the bra?

Why can't a pat down
be like that?

- He's clean.
- And creative.

We should go out
sometime.

You might want to
rethink that.

I've been told
I'm emasculating.

Boys, we got
a job for you.

Really busy right now.

Yeah, I mean,
just couldn't find
a worse time.

Fine. I'll just watch
all this porn by myself.

All right.
You got our attention.

The guy in the bag
breaks into
people's apartments

and films himself
having sex.

Hey, didn't Sweaty Mike
do something like this?

- No. He killed people.
- Oh, yeah, right.

It's not funny.
This is a violation
of the marital bed.

Zebediah, it's porn,
you know.

Without the violation,
it's just a really
boring documentary

about pizza boys
and housewives.

Well, we talked
to the distributor

and he says the bagman
mails the tapes in
anonymously.

Royalty checks
go to a PO box.

Allison and I are going to
go sit on the box.

We need you guys
to watch the DVD's.

See if we can ID
any other apartments.

Maybe we can find
some "forensic evidence"
and ID this guy.

Forensic...
What kind of
forensic evidence?

What, you think
I can't say it out loud?
You think I'm shy?

I want him to say it.

Ooh, nice.

I can say it.

Okay. Go ahead.

Semen.

I thought it'd be funnier,
but I just... I feel dirty.

I need like
a brain-wipe.

Okay, are you guys gonna
help us or what?

All right, look.
Just to be clear,

you're asking us to
spend all day and night
watching porn?

You think you can
handle that?

I think I speak for Leo
when I tell you that

we've been preparing
for this moment
since the day we were 13.

Okay, Abigail,

we took the guy
you pointed out
into custody.

Now, I just need to get
a few more details
about what happened.

Thank you for
believing me.

Of course.
Why wouldn't
I believe you?

I've just been so afraid
since it happened.

Mmm.

All right, you told me
he had a knife.

And I need to know
exactly what happened.

I like your scarf.

It's nice
with your eyes.

Thank you.

Look,
I know this can be
hard to talk about,

but I need you
to tell me what happened

so I know how
to charge him. You see?

(SIGHS)

I bet you're
never afraid.

That's not true.

You have a gun.

That doesn't fix anything.

I feel safe with you.

You have a nice way.

Thank you.

Sorry to waste
your time.

- Wait. You can't
just let him go.
- Abigail, wait!

Abigail!

(STAMMERS) Look, no,
he didn't do it.

No, it was him.
I'm sure.

Abigail, you mind waiting
in the break room
while I talk to my partner?

Hey...

What's going on?

He didn't attack her.
He was upstate. Attica.
Just got out yesterday.

All right,
so it was a look-alike.

I'll have Abigail look at
some other pictures.

I think it's a
waste of time.

What are you
talking about?

- Here.
- What's this?

I got a vibe off our vic,
so I looked into her.
Abigail Allen.

She's made over
a dozen complaints
over the last 12 months alone.

Robbery, rape,
various assaults.
None of them substantiated.

I don't understand.

There was no assault.
She made it up.

She's a serial accuser.

So January 3rd,
Abigail says

this guy tried to
push her in front of a bus.

Then exactly
three days later,

she said this guy
tried to force his way
into her apartment.

That's a bad week.

I don't get it.
Why would she do this?

You know, I had a
serial confessor once.

Guy insisted that he stole
a truck full of tampons.

Something about
stopping small leaks
or something.

It's an illness, Casey.

Abigail walks into a precinct,
says that she was attacked.

So for an hour,
for a day, for a week,

she's the center
of attention.

No. I know crazy people.

I don't get that
read off of Abigail.

There's something else
going on there.

Mmm. Trust me.
Just let it go.

You know,
I'm gonna go over there.

All right, look,
just hold on a second.

- Beaumont.
- Yeah?

I have an E.I.D.
We need a witness.

Oh. Who? Shraeger?

Yeah. It's her first one.

9:28 a.m.
So witnessed.

Good luck.
The first one's
always the hardest.

Wait, what's an E.I.D.?

It's an emotionally
invested detective.

It's an acronym for
a cop who invests

far too much time
and energy into
dead loser cases.

You're allowed one a year.
This is yours. Go with God.

You have an acronym
for everything?

Y.B.I.D.

Smart-ass.

(WOMEN MOANING ON TV)

You know, if you
do it long enough,

even watching porn
begins to feel like work.

I don't know,
I've never been
much of a porn guy myself.

Yeah, right.

What about Dr. Crumb?

She like a bit
of the old visual aids?

What the hell is
wrong with you?
I don't know.

I had sex with her one time
in a supply closet.

I can't believe
you're dating
a medical examiner.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, you send
her flowers yet?

No. Should I have?

Dude. Seriously?

What?

Supply closet sex,
it's an automatic bouquet.

(SCOFFS)

Back of a cab,
it gets her a green plant
or an orchid.

Restaurant bathroom sex,
bath supplies

or a very long back rub.

What, is this
like written down
somewhere?

(SCOFFS)

Right. When was
the last time you saw her?

Six days ago.

She hasn't returned any of
my phone calls either.
What? Did I screw up?

Oh.

Pause it right there.

Is that the
Williamsburg Bridge?

Mmm-hmm. Good catch.

What is that,
like three stories up
looking east?

Yeah, it's 382 Delancey.

Loft, second floor.

How many is that?

That's four.
We are on a roll.

Ready for the next one?

I'm starting to feel
a little nauseous.

I think maybe we should
start doing this in
shifts or something.

What? Come on,
I don't want to watch porn
without you.

That is really maybe
the gayest thing
you've ever said to me

in a long list of
many gay things
you've said to me.

Was that gay?

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
All units, robbery in progress
at the spandex factory.

Suspect is either
a transvestite

or a handsome woman
with large hands.

What a nice surprise.

Is this a bad time?

Not at all. Come on in.
I was just straightening up.

I have to tell you,
I was really peeved

when you said
you didn't believe me
about that man.

Well, he had an alibi,
so he couldn't have
attacked you.

- No. I know that now.
- Good.

Because I saw the real guy
that attacked me this morning.

Here.

What's this?

His address.
I followed him home.

(SIGHS) Listen, Abigail,
I need you to stop
following strange men home.

It's very dangerous.

What am I
supposed to do?
Who do I call?

Call me. Call me.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I just need you
to make me a promise
in exchange.

I want you to get help
for your problem.

I don't have a problem.

You accused 13 men
of 13 different crimes
within a year,

none of which
could be substantiated.

I'm gonna get a soda.
Do you want a soda?

No, thank you. Abigail...

(SIGHS)

Margot Stanford.

ABIGAIL: What?

Oh, Margot Stanford.
Why do I recognize
that name?

Margot's dead.
She died a long time ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Was she your friend?

No. I used to be her.

Did you want ice?

First thing I do
when I date a guy is
I look for his stash.

You can tell a lot
about a man by
the dirty movies he enjoys.

Okay, this conversation
is inappropriate
on so many levels.

I'm gonna go
do some work.

Come on, Cole.

I think
it's safe to say

that if we never
watch a man with
a bag on his head

have sex with two women
with plastic boobs,
it'll be too soon.

Did you get
any addresses?

Yeah. Six.
Should we split them up,
interview the owners?

Sounds good.
Be careful, though.

People get a little crazy
when they find out

that their house
was used as a porn set.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Hi, how's the serial accuser?

Well, her name's
not Abigail.
It's Margot.

Oh, she changed her name.
No surprise there.

Margot Stanford.

- Why do I know that name?
- Yeah. Take a look
at the file.

Ten years ago,
a wealthy private school girl
named Margot Stanford

disappeared after
the school dance,
the spring fling.

Nobody saw her leave.

They found her
four hours later

beaten and comatose
in Spanish Harlem.

She wasn't able
to ID her attacker.

Our serial accuser
was the victim of a crime.

Just not the one
she keeps talking about.

SHRAEGER: Do you
have any idea

when the Stanfords
are going to be home?

I think they said
November.

They went to
Italy or France.

Are they gone a lot?

Yeah, the mister,
he likes to travel a lot.

You know rich people,
always looking for
something to do.

Is there any way to
get a hold of them?
It's about their daughter.

Oh, Sarah? She's over there.
She's watching
the SpongeBob.

(WHIMSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON TV)

Uh, no, actually,
I was talking
about Margot.

Margot? Is she okay?

- I worry about her.
- You know Margot?

Oh, yes, I raised her
since she was a little girl.

But now, with the wigs
and changing her name,
I don't see her anymore.

Were you working here
the night she was abducted?

Oh, yes. She was so excited,
you know, 'cause she didn't
go to parties.

She wasn't very popular.

When the police called,
I ran to the hospital.

Her poor face.
She was only 16 years old,

and the doctors,
they had to put her
in a coma.

Margot went to Brearly,
I went to Dalton.

The case was all anyone
could talk about for a month.

The medical report said
that Margot had cocaine
in her system.

Well, you know,
these rich kids,

they got too much money
and no rules.

But Margot,
she was a good girl.
She was just lonely.

I tried to teach her
what was right,
but she wasn't my daughter.

Sarita, ya no mas TV, okay?

No more SpongeBob.
Time to do your homework.

I'm sorry, I have to
go help her with
the homework, okay?

- Thank you.
Thanks.
- Thank you.

I don't get it.

Why have kids
if you're just gonna
dump them on the nanny?

Ha! Welcome to my world.

I had an au pair
growing up. Heidi.

She was German,
21 years old, I think,
when she started.

I'm pretty sure
my dad had
an affair with her.

So this party that
Margot went to,
did you go?

- The spring fling?
- Yeah.

No. I think my cotillion
was the last party I went to.

Sixteen years old,
still wearing my dress,

and I hid out on the rooftop
reading James Ellroy.

I wanted to join
the Israeli army.

Why the Israeli army?

Because they let
women fight.

My parents didn't
understand me at all.

Everyone I knew was
running wild.

Meanwhile, I made them
give me a curfew.

I can safely say
I've never met a cop
quite like you.

(RAUNCHY MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMAN MOANING)

I know this
must be very upsetting,

but can you think of
anyone who might have had
access to your apartment?

No.

Try and stay calm, Denise.
Remember what
Dr. Zamacona said.

Look, I'm sorry.
This is just all
so new for me.

And I'm not the one
with the closet
full of filthy videos.

So can you confirm that
this is your home?

Yes. That's our love seat.

Or as I call it,
our judgment chair.

(SCOFFS) We're making
jokes now, are we?

Uh, do you think you two
could focus for just
a few more seconds

while we ask you
a couple more questions?

Well, at least the guy
with the bag on his head
can get it up.

VICTOR: At least
those two co-eds
don't just lay there.

(MURMURING)
Okay, thanks.
- Thanks.

COLE: Mr. and Mrs. Blanston,
I want to apologize
in advance.

This may be upsetting.

(RAUNCHY MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. That's our kitchen.

Oh, my God!

I know. It's sick
and depraved and...

This is so awesome!

Our refrigerator
is in porn!

(MR. AND MRS. BLANSTON
CONTINUE LAUGHING)

So none of the homeowners
know each other.

The apartments are spread
throughout the city.

And they're all brownstones
or buildings without doormen.

Whoever the bagman is,
he knew when
people would be away.

Well, CSU tested
all their apartments for DNA
and found nothing.

So, is there anything else
that our victims shared
that can help us?

They all seemed
pretty miserable.

That's very true.
I'd hate to have
seen my couple

before they
started counseling.

You know, our couples said
they were in counseling, too.

Dr. Andre Zamacona.

Zamacona. Yeah.
That's the guy.

DELAHOY: Same guy, right?
- Yeah.

All right.
All we gotta do is

call the doctor in,
compare his junk
to the junk on the tapes,

- case closed.
- I'm not doing that.

(CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, you know,
while I'm excited

about the idea
of a penis lineup,

the evidence is all
circumstantial right now.

More like circumcisional,
right, pretty?

What we need to do
is catch this guy in the act.

Good.

Well, it sounds to me like
somebody's going to
couple's counseling.

Yeah, and it should be you.
You guys fight all the time.

What are you talking about?
No, we don't.

- We do, too.
- What, are you crazy?

- Am I crazy?
- See what I mean?

Okay, look,
I don't care.

The point is
there's no way I'm going
to couple's counseling

with Bubble Boy over here.

Oh, now we're back at
the name-calling, right?

Like we're three years old.
So what are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid
of anything.
- Let's go, then.

(IN SPANISH ACCENT)
Okay, Lucy, Ricky,
just give it a rest.

Okay, Cole and I
will go undercover.

You guys find an apartment,
set up a sting.

- Fine.
- Whatever.

- He's Lucy, by the way.
- Can I...

Someone bring me
another glass.

I just got off the phone
with a Max Woladarsky
at the 23.

He's the one that
caught Margot's case
for the first time.

Now, his theory is that
Margot was in Spanish Harlem

on a drug run,
probably for the party.

No, Margot says she doesn't
remember what happened.

That sounds right.
She was in a coma
for 10 days.

You know, it's just
hard to believe

that at a party with
over 200 kids

that no one comes forward
with a single piece
of information.

It's not hard for me
to believe.

It's rich kids.
They don't have to
talk to the cops.

They get in trouble,
daddy buys them out.

You'd be shocked to know
some of the things I've seen
people get away with.

Possession of drugs,
breaking and entering,
sometimes even arson.

Hmm. So, what's with
the photos?

These are all pictures
of the men that Margot
accused of attacking her.

I was hoping if I put
all of them together,

(SIGHS) some pattern
might emerge.

Hmm.

What do you got,
yearbooks?

Oh, yeah, I pulled the
original transcripts of
the interviews from the case.

I was gonna go through
the yearbook

and try to match some of
the faces with the names.

There's just no way
that Margot went to Harlem
by herself.

Oh, Casey, you are
officially neck deep
in your first E.I.D.

Even if we find the person
who assaulted Margot,

it's going to be
practically impossible
to convict them

because Margot can't go
on the stand.

Well, and that's gonna
stop you?

Hell, no.
I started this case.
I'm gonna finish it.

What is this?

- This is Dalton class
of 2000.
- Walsh.

(SIGHS)
- What? What is it?

Oh, what, is somebody
in here? Hmm.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.
"Miss Casey Shraeger..."

(MUTTERING)

"...has made quite a splash
her sophomore year."

(CHUCKLES)
- I told you I was bookish.

It's adorable.

Nicole Brandt.
I didn't know you went to
school with Alvarez's wife.

Yeah, Nicole?
We weren't really BFF's.

Hey, you know what?
You got two types here, Casey.

You got guys with
long blonde hair,
see, and then

guys with short,
dark curly hair.
There's your pattern.

Of course.

Margot wasn't assaulted
by one person.

There was two of them.

Detective, I have
those sketches

- you asked for.
- Oh, great.

This is what all the
blonde guys look like

if you combine
their features.

And the other one
is the brunettes.

- Great. Thanks.
- Mmm-hmm.

(SIGHS)

All right.

Gotcha.

Hi.

I can't believe
you invited me
out to lunch.

Oh, it's not like
I asked you to go
somewhere nice.

That's true.
I take it back.

Listen. Do you remember
someone named
Margot Stanford?

Remember, she went to
that spring fling
and she disappeared

and then showed up
in Harlem later?

She'd been beaten,
cocaine in her system,
she was in a coma for 10 days.

I was at that party.

I was dating Carl Hewlett,
captain of the baseball team.

(CHUCKLES)

We drank a bottle of ouzo,
passed out in the coatroom.

No offense, but you've slept
with every prep guy
in New York, right?

I wasn't that big a slut.

Your nickname was ATM.

I thought that's 'cause
I was always lending
people money.

Oh.

Do you recognize
these guys?

Sarah Swenson dated this guy
sophomore year.

He went to Choate.
Big drug dealer.

Total ass.
He roofied her once,
did his thing.

(SIGHING)
Ah, high school.

Yeah. Good times.

Funny how we turned out,
you and me.
A lawyer and a cop.

It was either that or
defend the honor of Israel.

All right, I got to go,
but thank you.

That's it?
What about lunch?

Oh, take my advice.
Stay away from the oysters.

BEAUMONT: Thanks for
squeezing us in at the
last minute, Dr. Zamacona.

Not a problem.

So, how many years
have you been married?

Five years.

But we've been
together seven.

I really do love Ted.

Well, that's good.
And Ted?

I love Alice.

Say it to her.

I love you, Alice.

That's great. So...

What brought you
here today?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, all Ted can ever
think about is sex.

Honey...

Ted, shh.
Let her finish.

He's like an animal.

I mean, I'm a very
sexual person,

but I just feel like
I can't keep up.

You know, I wake up
and he's on top of me.

Before dinner,
after dinner,
at my father's wake.

Ted, are you able to hear
what your wife is saying?

Oh, I hear it. Yep.

How does it make you feel?

(CLEARING THROAT) Dirty.

Now, let me ask you
a question.

Do you two ever
make time to get away?

COLE: We're going away
this weekend.

BEAUMONT: Our one trip
a year.

COLE: We're leaving
right after this session.

Oh, great.
Great, good.

Well, before you leave,
I'm wanna try a little
trust exercise.

It's a way for the
two of you to
connect intimately,

but not sexually. Okay?

Let's stand up.

Let's take your coat off.

Yeah. And empty your pockets
of any change,

keys, cell phones.

(CLEARING THROAT)

There we go.

Now I want
the two of you
to hold each other.

What?

Just simply hold
each other.

No words.

(CLEARING THROAT)

That's it. Good.

Good. And your faces
should be touching.

Nice.

Now, I want the two of you
to hold this position
for 15 minutes.

- Seriously?
- (SHUSHING) No words.

There you go.

(NEW AGE MUSIC PLAYING
ON STEREO)

(WHISPERING) Oh, Ted.

You are so dead, Alice.

Look who it is.

It's Eric Delahoy.

Your male friend.

Look, he brought flowers.
How thoughtful.

He must really like you.

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
I don't speak Chinese.

I'm Korean.

You have sex with me,
and you don't even
know my nationality?

Okay. A, you had sex
with me, all right?

And B, it's not like you
ever asked me
if I was Italian,

you know, or
like, from Spain.

(STAMMERS) What the hell
is wrong with you?
Why are you pissed at me?

I mean, I'm the one
who's been calling you
like a sap, you know.

I figure you have sex
in a supply closet after
stealing an MRI,

it means something.

I got fired.

Why?

For helping you.

My boss said I'm lucky
they don't press charges.

I've got 30 minutes
to clear my stuff.

Well, hold on,
hold on, hold on.
Let me talk to the guy, okay?

I can explain it to them.
They can't just fire you,
okay?

Please don't. Just go.

- But what about us?
- There is no us.

Why? Just because I...

Because you're sick
and you won't get help.

(STAMMERS) Wait, stop.

You saw something.
You saw something on
that MRI, didn't you?

Well, stop it. What?
I've been calling you.

The MRI didn't finish,
but there's definitely
a mass inside your head.

You should see a surgeon.

But you already
told me you won't,

and I can't get involved
with somebody who won't
take care of themselves. So...

Goodbye, Detective.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Casey.

Hi, can I come in?

Of course. Come.

I was just watching
America's Most Wanted.

They should totally do
an episode on all the men
that keep attacking me.

Listen, I have to
show you something.

I think it might be upsetting,
but it's important that
you look at it, okay?

You're scaring me
a little.

Remember how we
talked about Margot?

How you used to be her?

Take a look.

You recognize those guys?

No.

You sure? Take another look.
It's important.

I've never seen them before.

Abigail.

Margot.

Are you sure

these guys didn't attack you
10 years ago?

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

But remember when
I told you that guy

pushed me down
an elevator shaft
last Christmas,

well, I think
I just saw him

trying on sneakers
at the Foot Palace
two blocks from here.

No. No, none of those
crimes are real.
None of them.

(TAPPING PAPER INSISTENTLY)
- This happened to you.

This did! This is real.

You were beaten and
left for dead in Harlem
when you were in high school.

This happened to you.

Help me catch the people
that did this to you.

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

I think you should leave.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
All units, disturbance
on Avenue B.

A shirtless man is swinging
a dead pig at his wife
in a threatening manner.

Why are all the good ones
swinging a dead pig or gay?

I don't understand.
It was only
two parking tickets.

Guess the city's
cracking down on deadbeats.
Come on in.

Have a seat.

How'd it go?

Oh, he thinks he's here for
unpaid parking tickets.
Where's Treadwell?

I had a uniform pick him up.
He's a lawyer now.

Drug dealer turned lawyer.
There's a joke
in there somewhere.

Ah, here we go.

Chris.

I don't know you.

It's me. Will.
From school.

Shut up.

They told me
this was about...

Oh, my God.
You don't think
that they...

Will, shut the hell up.

They didn't put that here
so we can check our hair.

Keep your stupid
mouth shut.

And there it is.

You know, the only way
to build a case
against these guys

is to get one of them
to confess.

Yeah. Well, the lawyer's
definitely not gonna talk.

Mmm-mmm.

All right, you keep him busy.
I'll talk to the other one.

Okay.

So I hear you used to
sell drugs in
high school, Chris.

Detective, I'm formally
requesting a lawyer.

Stan Jerod.
He works at my firm,
Hastlow and Kern.

You can't ask me
any more questions
until he gets here.

Well, I'm not gonna ask you
more questions.

But I am gonna read to you
from this book,
The Inner Light.

Do you know it?
It's about finding spiritual
peace through reflection.

You're gonna read me
a self-help book?

Yeah, you comfortable?

That's good.
"Chapter 1,
Love Yourself.

"We are all born good.
Inside each one of us
is a newborn spirit,

"a can-do teddy bear
yearning to do
the right thing."

You have breakfast
this morning, Will?

- Uh, yes.
- Yeah? What'd you have?

Uh, eggs, some toast.

Yeah, what kind of toast?
Wheat, white?

- Sourdough.
- Sourdough.

Anytime while you were
eating your eggs
and sourdough toast,

did it maybe
cross your mind that

today would be the day
your past catches up to you?

Hmm?

(TAPPING TABLE)

You went to Choate, right?
I went to Dalton, same year.

I looked at your transcripts.
Said you were
a straight A student.

And then in mid-April,
your grades started to slip,
you were failing tests.

I'm just curious
if there was...

There was anything that
happened that month

that might have made it
hard to concentrate.

My parents got a divorce.

Oh.

You sure?
I thought that was
the year after.

I'm talking about
your junior year,

maybe something after
the spring fling.

Can I just pay
for my parking tickets
and go home?

This isn't about
parking tickets
and you know it.

(SIGHS)

How much is your trust fund
worth? Is it like 10 million
or 15 million?

That is a lot of ex-lax.

(LAUGHS)

That's what I call it,
I call my trust fund ex-lax.

Just makes everything
smooth and easy to deal with.

That's why I don't use it.

It's hard to be a real person
when you have
so much money, huh?

I'm not even sure
what that is.

(LAUGHS)

Real person.

I get it, trust me.

I bet you'd give
all your ex-lax
to forget about her.

Margot.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

There's a lawyer here
for Slansky.

But he didn't ask
for a lawyer.

I've been retained
on his behalf.

By who?
You know that's not
how it works.

He only gets a lawyer
if he asks for one.

Do you want
a lawyer, Will?

No.

Mr. Slansky,
don't be stupid.

Come on.
You heard the man.
Let's go.

All right.

Let's talk.

Hey. How's it going?

Hey.

Well, I think Will
wants to confess,

but he knows
he doesn't have to.

So he's just kind of
flirting with it.

Well, take your time.

You know, play it right,
because as soon as
he lawyers up, it is over.

Yeah. No pressure.

Look. You know this guy
better than anyone.
That world, that type.

It's like that game,
Operation,

where you gotta get that
little piece out without
touching the sides.

I always hated that game.

Yeah. Me too.

Listen, Walsh.

Yeah?

Thanks for helping me
out with this.

Yeah. I mean,
it's your first time
going deep.

Someone's gotta help you
through it, right?

- Now, go get him.
- Okay.

You know what
I've noticed?

People who commit crimes,

I mean, normal people,
not sociopaths,

they have the most
incredible memories.

They can remember
every little detail
about something they did,

whether it's the
color of the lamp
or the look on someone's face.

It's the adrenaline.

I think.
Your heart rate goes up.

Everything else slows down.

Hmm. Never thought about it
like that.

You know, I met
Margot last night.

She's got black hair now.

I mean, Tuesdays.
On Wednesdays,
she's a redhead.

You think I could get
some more soda?

She walked into the precinct,
said she'd been attacked,
except she hadn't.

That's what she does now.

Once a month,
she walks into
a police station

and tells them
she's been attacked.

- That's crazy.
- Yeah.

You'd be crazy too
if somebody beat you
half to death

and left you on a street.

I was reading this article
this morning

about how most of
the toys from China
are made in prison.

- Hmm.
- That seems wrong,

all the things kids play with
being made by prisoners.

Yeah? Why does that
bother you?

I don't know.

I had a lot of toys
growing up.
Anything I wanted.

Now it just seems warped.

Like everything they
bought me was a lie.

Yeah.

You know what
I realized recently?

All the rich kids
that I grew up with,

I mean the really rich ones,
they weren't kids.

But they weren't
adults either.
You know what I mean?

It's like this
weird netherworld

of no boundaries,
no responsibilities.

Yeah.
When I dropped out of college,
my parents gave me a car.

(WILL LAUGHS)
See?

They thought
I was depressed.

"Go to Europe," they said.
"Take some time."

None of it mattered.

And as far as
they were concerned,
I never had to be anything.

So I grew up to be nothing.

Mmm.

So what happened
that night, Will?

You know,
she was a nice girl.

I noticed her
right away.

But Chris said
he saw her first.

"Margot." Like an order.
"Move."

And Chris got her high.
Third floor bathroom.

I think it was her first time.
First party, first drink.

Chris always got the girl.

He was dangerous.
Even in the third grade,

there was something
wrong with him.

Whose idea was it
to go to Harlem?

Chris. He said
he needed supplies.

He said it'd be fast.
He asked Margot
if she wanted to come.

She was really wasted.

I drove.

They sat in the back,
made out.

I don't think
she was feeling well.

And Chris tried to
get her dress off.

She hit him
and he hit her back.

And then he opened
the back door
and threw her out.

I couldn't believe it.

I tried to stop,
but Chris said,
"No. Keep going."

I was scared.

The next day it seemed
like a dream.

The cops came to our school,
but all the parents
hired lawyers.

And I had kind of
a breakdown that summer,

spent a few months
in a private hospital.

And my parents told me
it was normal.

They got me a sailboat
when I got out.

(SCOFFS)

What do you think
they'll buy me
when I go to prison?

(SIGHING HEAVILY)
Nice work.

Treadwell?

I sent a blue and white
to pick him up.

Mmm.

I think I need to
go tell Margot.

Are you sure?

I mean, she doesn't even
remember the crime.

Yeah, she needs to know.

Right this way, ladies.

Wow, you sure have
a lot of apartments.

- And you're about to
have one more.
- Oh, no!

But I don't think
you're gonna want to
videotape the sex.

Please.
I can explain.

Is this part
of the movie?

DELAHOY: Okay.

There'll be plenty of time
for that, Dr...

Whoa, who the hell are you?
You're not Dr. Zamacona.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's the
"judgment chair" guy.

Remember?
One our victims.

Victor Baker, right?

Please don't tell my wife.

How did you...

I'm a locksmith.
After our third couple's
counseling session,

Dr. Zamacona hired me
to change the locks
in his office.

- I took a key.
- Why?

I got the idea
at a session.

The doctor's
appointment book was out.
He left the room.

I thought about
all those couples,
all that real estate.

I got excited.

Do you think I'll still get
royalties in prison?

And that, children, is why
the Brown Baggin' It series
ended at 17.

(SIGHS) Ladies.

- You all right, Cole?
- Yep.

(LAUGHS) Oh!

I thought you were
Chinese food.

Hi.

I just woke up
from a nap.

(SIGHS) I had the
strangest dream that
my nanny called

and said the policemen
had come to see her.

(LAUGHS)

It wasn't a dream.
You should call her.
She misses you.

Listen, I just wanted
you to know that

the guys who hurt you,
they're going to jail.

You don't have to be
scared anymore.
You're safe.

I ordered Chinese food.

The delivery guy tried to
kiss me last week,

but they have
good wonton soup.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay.

Would you sit with me

and watch TV?

I don't really feel like
being alone.

Of course.

(TURNS ON TV)

(MAN SPEAKING ON TV)