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[Coop] Diamonds have no inherent value. We know this.

And yet, the Van Cleef & Arpels Snowflake choker

retails for roughly the same price as a Rolls-Royce.

Why are diamonds so pricey?

It's the result of the most successful cartel in modern history

telling the Sherman Act to go fuck itself,

and an 80-year-old marketing campaign

that linked compressed carbon to eternal love.

They say a diamond is forever.

But as recent events have borne out, forever isn't what it used to be.

[birds chirping]

[dishes clattering]

What are you doing here?

- We live here. - Coming for breakfast, Coop?

Uh, you don't live here.

Neither do you.

[phone buzzing]

Ah, the negotiator.

[Christian] Pass the syrup.

- The syrup. - The syrup.

Go fuck yourself.

[groans]

You really ought to get better at sharing.

Get outta here.

Relax, Coop. We're all family.

I'll fucking kill you.

You can't kill me, Coop.

Because you're already dead.

[groans, sniffles]

[sighs]

Hey. Look who's up.

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, kiddo.

How you feeling?

Pretty good, actually.

That's because the doctors gave you all that morphine.

- Hon. - What? I saw. It was too much.

Can we get you anything?

Water, please. That'd be great.

[water running]

The doc came by to see you,

- but we didn't wanna wake you. - Thanks, buddy.

How long was I out?

[Mel] Twelve hours.

Jesus. I should get my ass kicked more often.

They were out of Doritos, but I got...

Oh, snap. Hey. Mr. Cooper.

I thought you dumped him.

Dad.

- He's still pretty out of it, so... - Yeah.

- I feel great. - [Jake] It's all good.

Hello. Um...

Bad time?

Can I help you?

I'm sorry. I'm Detective Rebecca Lin.

I was hoping to get a minute or two with Mr. Cooper.

Another tennis injury?

Not quite.

Do you know her?

She interviewed me about Paul.

What about him?

I have a few questions about last night.

Uh, if you're up for it.

- Or I can come back later? - [sighs]

Um. Uh, so, guys, why don't you take your grandparents to lunch?

Oh, Millie's doesn't open until noon.

Then we will be the first ones there.

Come on, everybody. Let's go.

Um, I usually prefer to do these interviews alone.

Oh. Um...

I'll go see Barney.

How's he doing?

I'll let you know.

Beautiful family you got there.

You're too kind. What can I do for you?

Why don't you tell me about last night?

I don't remember much.

Well, what do you remember?

I remember getting jumped.

It's a weird one though, no?

I don't have a whole hell of a lot to compare it to, so...

Well, for starters, the assailants didn't take anything.

Which is a little unusual.

Uh, okay.

Maybe Barney getting hit by the car might have thrown a wrench into things?

So you do remember something after all. And I will be talking to Mr. Choi later.

To be honest with you, Mr. Cooper,

this attack doesn't feel random to me at all.

It feels like you were targeted.

Why would anyone wanna target me?

Why would anyone kill Paul Levitt?

I don't see the connection.

You know, I used to be a cop in the Bronx.

Violent crimes were a dime a dozen.

But not here. This is a... [chuckles] ...a very quiet town.

We don't see a lot of violent crimes here at all.

And in the past few days, a man was brutally murdered in his home.

- A man who you recently fought with. - It wasn't a fight.

And then you were attacked and beaten with gusto, right there on Main Street,

with no apparent motive.

And your friend Barney is down the hall picking pavement out of his teeth.

Again, I fail to see the connection here.

It's you, Mr. Cooper.

You're the connection.

It seems to me that being your friend is a dangerous proposition.

Does that mean we're not gonna be friends?

[chuckles]

I heard you left your job a month back.

A fairly common occurrence.

You just said you left your job as a cop in the Bronx. Why'd you do that?

- Quality of life. - Hey. Same thing.

Except you were fired.

Semantics.

Where were you coming back from last night?

Jersey. Took our oldest to see colleges.

Look... [sighs] ...I'm just gonna cut to it right here.

I don't know you very well.

The sense I get from you is you're a man on a downward spiral.

In desperate need of a lifeline.

Now, I'm here right now offering you that lifeline.

Whatever it is you got yourself into... [sighs] ...I can help.

The thing is...

at some point you're gonna cross a line

and I'm not gonna be able to help you anymore.

And when that time comes, all I'll be able to do is take you down.

Well, that is food for thought. Thanks for coming by, Detective.

Thank you for your time.

[Coop sighs]

That go okay?

Yeah. I mean, you know, pro forma stuff. Just filling in blanks.

How's Barney?

He's banged up, but he'll recover.

Listen, can we talk about what happened last night? I...

- I-I wanna... - Maybe not right now.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm gonna go.

Um, they're almost ready to discharge you.

I can come back and get you.

No, come on. Just... I can have Ali do it. You be with the kids.

[sighs]

Hey, Melly.

Guess we really should've just kept on driving in the opposite direction, huh?

Get some rest.

[sighs]

[theme song playing]

- ...different. I get to try something. - That's good.

- I'm sorry, I gotta... [mutters] - Okay.

[sighs]

Why do you smell nice?

I'm trying something new. You hate it?

Nah, I didn't say that. What did we get?

[Hernandez] Lab reports.

The murder weapon was a .38. Same gun, all three shots.

Hmm. And the wife's gun was a .22?

Yep. And she was telling the truth, her piece has never been fired.

But what is it?

- It was a Taurus TX22. - No, no, no, no, no.

The scent. It's musky.

Balsam Breeze. It's made from real balsam oil. And cedar.

[Lin] Huh. Okay. What else?

And citrus notes, I think.

Oh. Yes.

The gunshot residue report showed that the victim also fired a weapon.

But there were no additional bullets or casings on the scene.

So he either hit something, or someone fled.

Or... [blows]

- We're missing something. - Yep.

I have the office reaching out to the local hospitals

to see if any gunshot victims have been admitted.

[Lin] Murderers don't usually check themselves into the ER.

[Hernandez] You like Cooper for this?

I don't know if I like him for this, but I... I like him for something.

[inhales deeply] You smell like a Christmas tree.

[Chivo chuckles]

[in Spanish] So they go to every Best Buy in the city.

And they buy external hard drives.

Then they swap them out with older models that look new

and they return them.

Then they repackage and sell the new ones on the web, full markup.

So this story ends with your buddy Miggy buying his momma a new house?

No, of course not.

They traced the serial numbers to his cards...

- [chuckles] - ...and busted him.

And you were surprised?

He stayed too long.

The odds got him.

- His stupidity got him. [scoffs] - [door opens]

- [footsteps approaching] - [Elena chuckles]

Shit. Damn it.

Hell yeah, still hot and everything.

Sup, E?

No.

What?

Relax, I'm playing.

You do look good though.

What do you want, Félix?

Nothing. I'm good.

Just gotta grab my money from our little billy goat,

and I'm all set.

What's he talking about?

You don't know?

Damn.

I did a couple runs. That's it.

- Well, that would be it. - [sighs]

Except your boy fumbled the drop.

Fucking cops were after me.

[laughs]

This motherfucker hears one siren,

gets so spooked, he tosses the whole fucking stash.

Tossed it where?

That's the best part.

Tell her.

The East River.

[chuckles]

[in English] Fucking Shamu's gotta be high as shit somewhere.

[in Spanish] Thing is, that leaves you light.

Okay, how much?

You want to tell her, or should I?

$150,000.

What an idiot.

Actually, 175.

And next week it'll be 200 or so.

That interest is a bitch.

Look, I'm pretty fucking sure that number is too high for you.

But I can't let that shit go unanswered.

Can I?

- Can I? - [Elena] Okay.

It's not a problem.

I'll handle it.

- You'll handle it? - Yes, that's right.

Last I heard, you were scrubbing toilets out in God's country.

How the fuck can you get that kind of money?

That's not your concern.

You know I always liked you, Elena.

You were the real deal back home.

Mm-hmm.

And since we go back, I'll knock off the interest.

[Elena] Hmm.

[in English] You get me the principal by, uh...

by next week,

and I'll, uh, let our billy goat here live to fight another day.

[in Spanish] How the fuck are these so good?

You know they make, like, ten billion of these a day?

Economies of scale and shit.

That's what's up.

All right.

Be seeing you, billy goat.

And Elena,

if you want to start making some real paper

you know I always got a place for you.

- Mmm. - [chuckles]

Uh-huh?

Fuck off, Félix.

[laughs]

[in English] Fucking pussy.

[in Spanish] $150,000?

What were you thinking? The fuck is wrong with you?

So what?

You ran drops for Giselle and Raf for years.

That was back in Santiago, damn it. Here we have options.

Bullshit.

Maybe you do.

[chattering]

[speaking indistinctly, in English]

[Grace] This hospital food is no good.

- Did you make this? - Course not.

Hey, Andy.

Hey. [sighs] Thanks for coming.

Are you kidding me?

I never get to drive anymore. And I forgot how fun it is.

- [sighs] Do you even have a license? - Of course.

I mean, technically it's expired, but yes.

Do you wanna drive home?

No. No.

Just try to keep it on the road, will ya?

[grunts, sighs]

- So that detective... - Lin, yeah.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Um, she came by the house.

- Oh, did she? - Yeah.

I told her you came home the night Paul Levitt died.

I said you were with me.

Okay.

Listen, you know I had nothing to do with Paul's death, right?

Course. I know you're not a killer.

And even if you are, you're all I got.

[Coop] Stop-Stop sign.

[grunts]

[grunts]

- Hiya. - Hey.

Oh, my God. You weren't kidding.

I know. I know.

The amount of paperwork it takes to put one man into the ground,

it's just mind-boggling.

Well, put me to work.

Okay, well...

- Can I get you something to drink? - Hi, I'll just, uh...

I'll just have what she's having.

You know what? Just... Just take all of this.

- Oh. - Yeah.

I didn't know you have to apply for a death certificate.

Yeah. It's a mess.

I mean, I guess it's all a good distraction for grieving widows,

but honestly, I'm not sure I'm grieving.

That's fair. How long do you have to stay here?

The cops aren't done at the house.

Hey.

How are you holding up?

[scoffs] I just... I...

I can't really get my arms around it.

I mean, everyone knows that Paul and I were not on great terms.

And now I have to host his memorial? What are people going to say to me?

"I know you hated his fucking guts, but here's a casserole"?

- [laughs] - You know, I fucking hate casseroles.

Duly noted. No casseroles.

- Thank you. - Welcome.

Do you think there's such a thing as widow impostor syndrome?

Oh, yeah. I think there's everything impostor syndrome.

- I mean, a part of me is sad, of course. - Of course.

But, you know... [scoffs]

...whenever I think about being pitied by everyone,

it makes me want to walk in front of a bus.

I mean, he can't even die without putting me through one last indignity.

I mean, hats off to you, Paul. Hell of a power move.

But... Sorry, I don't mean to unload on you. I... I know 'cause I heard--

- Are you kidding? - No, I heard about Coop.

- Don't be ridiculous. - No, how's he doing?

He's a little beat up, but he'll live.

God. Who would wanna hurt Coop?

Besides me?

[chuckles] Wait, what did he do?

- I'm kidding. - Oh.

I'm actually worried about him. I feel like he's going through something.

It's not your job to fix that.

I know,

but you live with a person long enough, you develop a private language.

And just 'cause you're not married anymore,

it's not like you wake up and suddenly forget how to speak it.

We were just in Princeton doing the college tour with Tori

and, you know, it was like, um...

Little time capsule. "SSA-721."

Well... I-I-I don't understand.

The funeral director... Shouldn't the funeral director do this?

Yeah. That goes into that pile. That's called other people's shit.

[laughs] Oops.

Oh, God. Look. Uh, right here.

Petition for probate. In legalese, that means we need more wine.

Yeah, I'm an expert now.

Excuse me?

[police radio chatter]

[sighs]

Pfft. Fifty bucks says no one knows how to play that thing.

Did you do something different with your hair?

I have a thing later.

Well, it's good that you nixed the scent.

I knew you hated it. [sighs]

Yeah, I did.

[Hernandez] How'd it go with the, uh, girlfriend? Misty?

[sighs] Nothing seismic. A bit of a stereotypical second wife.

Seemed pretty broken up over the deceased.

Although, she's probably mourning the new Range Rover she'll never get to drive.

What about you? You got any hits?

Forensics found trace blood in the ammonia.

Not a match for Paul.

Huh. Looks like our guy must've put up a fight.

And the hospitals?

No gunshot wounds.

But still, someone else bled on our crime scene.

And then cleaned it up.

I honestly don't understand why anyone has kids.

Come on. You never thought about it?

No.

I want a whole bunch of kids.

[scoffs] Well, first, let's find you a woman you can stay with

for more than two months.

That's not fair. Sometimes they dump me.

What is that?

I believe they call that a plush.

[chuckles] It's a nanny cam.

What do you think you'll find on that?

Probably nothing, but it's worth a look.

[grunts]

[Elena, in Spanish] Hello, Héctor.

Oh! Sweet Jesus!

What the hell are you doing here?

You weren't answering my calls.

You have no idea the shit that I've been dealing with.

Ever since that murder,

I'm getting nonstop calls to upgrade alarm systems.

All in Westmont Village.

Sounds like business is good.

Mija, did something happen?

Like what?

They said it was a break-in that went south.

I've never gone near that house.

Obviously, I've never killed anybody. That's insane, Héctor!

Hmm.

What about George Clooney?

Of course not.

Coop didn't do it either.

How do you know?

Because I know him.

Are you fucking him?

Jesus Christ! Please.

Mmm. Mm-hmm. All I know is that I can't sleep

thinking about what you're doing with that gringo.

I stare at the ceiling, wondering when you'll fuck up and get caught.

You don't have to worry about me.

It's not you I'm worried about.

I don't know how I let you talk me into any of this shit.

We're not criminals, Elena.

Look, I get that you're scared.

But I promise, I got this.

No, I'm out.

And if I were you, I'd get out now too.

Chivo owes Félix $150,000.

[sighs] Shit.

And you fucking knew.

Hmm?

I heard Chivo was hanging around those dudes again. That's it.

You didn't think you should give me a heads up?

You're doing good. I didn't want him to bring you down.

Which I could have prevented if you told me about it.

So it's my fault?

Go home, Elena.

[footsteps departing]

[Lin, in English] So, Ms. Levitt.

I thought you might wanna revise your statement.

We're gonna need to take a closer look at that Coop character.

Yep.

God, these people.

You think she knows more than she's letting on?

[car starts]

Okay.

[groans]

Hey.

Hey.

[grunts]

[groans]

[sighs]

[pills rattle]

- Hey, great show. - Thanks.

[Bruce] Can I give you a ride?

[chuckles]

Yes.

- How's the gig? - It's all right.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

[laughs]

- Bingo. - [vehicle approaching]

- [Ali] Yeah. - [Ali and Bruce laugh]

First of all, it was Westlake. Not Byram Hills.

- How do you remember all this? - How do you not?

I remember being grounded.

Oh, well, don't look at me. I didn't tell you to get caught.

There was grass and mud all up in my mom's tires.

[Ali] Well, we're lucky your mom didn't snitch.

[chuckles] She always thought I was a bad influence.

I hate that she turned out to be right.

Hey, she wasn't right.

What you went through, what you're going through...

[indie pop song playing on radio]

...it's not your fault.

It's nice of you to say.

And hey, if it weren't for you,

I would not have had any fun in high school.

I was a boring, football-playing mathlete.

And you...

you were fearless.

I was unmedicated.

I admired you.

I still do.

Is that why you're coming to my shows? To admire me?

[chuckles] I love seeing you up there.

You look like yourself again.

What does that look like?

Like someone who always does the thing I want to, but can't.

[song continues]

[sighs]

[Bruce chuckles]

[inhales sharply]

Oh, fuck.

[pants]

[Hernandez] Oh, fuck.

Shit. Goddamn it.

Huh?

Yeah. Most expensive thing they had in the gift shop.

It was either this or a balloon bouquet, so...

[chuckles]

Can I get you anything?

Who were those guys?

I have no idea.

Fuck you.

Barney, come on. Believe me. I don't know who those fucking guys were.

The thing is, Coop,

I don't believe you.

Something's been going on with you, man.

I don't know what it is or why you won't tell me.

But I've been trying to help you, and all you do is lie to me.

- Hey, look, Barn, it's not like that. - You handed me a brick of cash.

- Barney, come on-- - Don't bullshit me!

[Barney sighs]

I'm just trying to protect you.

Well, nice work.

You should go.

- What're you talking about? - I'd really appreciate it if you left.

Good morning. Dad. Hernandez.

- Morning. - Did you know Ryan had a date last night?

Oh, yeah. The hair gel.

How was it?

- He didn't make it. - It's all right, Art.

[Lin] Sometimes we gotta work late, Dad.

Can we get to work, please?

Mm-hmm.

[Art] Hey.

I made eggs. Sit.

He made eggs.

[sighs]

So,

anything usable from that little dumpster dive?

[Hernandez] Yes, actually. I found the blood sample.

Andrew Cooper's blood matched the trace in the ammonia at the crime scene.

- Say that again. - Lab just called me. It was a match.

And we're sitting here talking about your date?

We gotta go. This is huge.

I didn't actually go on the date.

[Lin] Hernandez, come on.

[violin tuning]

[cork pops]

[quartet starts playing]

[footsteps approaching]

Mrs. Levitt?

The guests are starting to arrive.

[Diane gasps] Hi, sweetheart. I'm so sorry.

I'm so terribly sorry. We're here for you.

[quartet continues playing]

- [Suzanne] Oh, honey. - I'm okay.

Just write something nice.

- Hey. - Oh. Thank God you're here.

We're so sorry, Sam.

- Thanks, Nick. - How you doing?

[sighs] I haven't started drinking yet.

Oh, so you-you're running behind?

Paul's mom came up from Florida.

Uh, either she's gone senile

or he never told her we were divorcing.

- Either way, it's incredibly awkward. - Yikes.

Yeah.

Well, at least I'm handling it better than some people.

[sobs] Oh, thank you. [sniffles]

- You are so kind. - [Samantha] Yeah.

I guess I can't blame Misty.

I mean, it's a target-rich environment with a built-in spotlight.

Why not shop for the next man while the dirt's still settling on your last?

You gotta admire the efficiency.

[chuckles]

You know what, I think I'm ready to start drinking.

Say no more.

Yeah. We gotcha.

Hey.

[knocking on door]

["Hang On Me" playing]

[Ali pants]

[laughs]

Good fit.

No, no, no.

Leave them on.

[panting]

It was a beautiful service.

Thanks.

How you doing?

I'm doing great, Coop.

You need anything?

Babe.

Let me know when you're ready for the hard stuff.

- Okay. - Coop.

Can I grab you later? We should talk.

- Great. - [Samantha] Thank you so much for coming.

- [knocking on door] - [Ali] I'm coming.

- [knocking continues] - Oh, my God. I'm coming!

Miss Cooper.

- Detective. - Is Mr. Cooper home?

No, he's not.

We got a warrant to search the premises.

Um, I'm not wearing any pants.

I see that.

- And you are? - I'm just a friend.

[Lin] Sure.

- Yeah. - [Lin] Is there anyone else in the house?

- No. - Okay, then.

Let's go.

[Gordy] I'm not going unless I can bring friends.

Take the whole suite. We're doing August in the Hamptons anyway.

I can't believe you've never been to Yankee Stadium.

I'm a Met fan.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's not nice.

- Fellas. - Coop.

- Hey. - Oh, man.

[chuckles]

How... How're you feeling?

Uh, sore all over.

Yeah, shit. [chuckles]

I-I know this spot in the city. Cryotherapy. Incredible.

I'll send you the link.

What is that? Like ice baths?

No, it's actually way better. I started doing it back in Hokkaido.

The Japanese know what's up. [chuckles]

What did these douchebags look like anyway?

They looked like two guys beating the shit out of me.

[Gordy] You know, for the money we pay in taxes

you'd think the cops would be more on top of this.

First Paul, now this.

Property values are gonna get shaky.

[scoffs] I know. Diane's been refreshing Zillow every hour.

It's her new thing.

Anyone hear how Barney's doing?

- You see him, Coop? - Yeah, he's hanging in there.

[Brad] Well, considering what happened,

Samantha may not wanna live in that big house anymore.

[Gordy] Oh, you really think she'll sell? That's a nice fucking house, dude.

[Brad] I don't know, but murder homes trade for 25% below market. Maybe less.

- Jesus Christ. - [Gordy] No shit.

I mean, he put in that whole rec room in the basement right before they split.

I think I'd feel weird about living in a murder house.

[Gordy] For 25% below market, you'd get over it.

[Nick] Hmm.

- [Lin] McNeal, Russo. - [officer 1] Yes, ma'am.

[Lin] Upstairs with me. We'll start in the bedroom.

- [officer 1] Roger that. - [officer 2] We got it.

[sniffles]

Here.

God, you must hate me.

I mean, I would hate me too.

[blows]

He told me things were over between you two. And I just... [blows]

I really loved him, you know?

Yeah.

I thought we were gonna spend the rest of our lives together. And now he's...

Yeah, that's hard.

How's Henry? Can I see him?

Samantha, they're almost out of profiteroles.

Paul would have wanted his guests to have dessert.

Yeah. Thanks, Pamela. I'll let them know.

Pamela! It is so good to finally meet you.

Oh, I loved your son so much.

He'd be so happy to know that we're finally meeting.

I'm sorry, dear.

Who are you?

Pamela, this is Misty,

the woman your son was fucking before he passed.

[Hernandez] Boss, where are you?

Basement.

You're gonna wanna see this.

Detective Lin.

[Lin] What?

Well, shit.

Yep.

- Hey, Coop. - Hey.

Walk with me?

Okay.

- So that detective called me. - Yeah?

She doesn't think it was a mugging.

Yeah, I know.

Who was the guy in the car, Coop?

- [sighs] I have no idea. - [chuckling] Okay.

Whatever is happening with you right now

seems like a really bad time to shut me out.

Thanks, but I don't need you worrying about me.

- Your kids... - Our kids.

...just watched their father get the shit beaten out of him.

That's not trauma they're gonna recover from anytime soon.

Okay, well, what about me? Hmm? What about my trauma?

- Yes, tell me. - Right?

Tell me. What is happening?

I'm trying to be here for you, but you gotta give me something.

Mel...

- [stammers] - [phone buzzing]

[Mel] Okay.

- I have to take this. - Yep.

God.

Hey, Ali. You know, this is not a great time.

[sighs] I didn't know what to do. They just came in.

Who did? What-What are you talking about? Slow down.

The cops. And they... They had a warrant and... Fuck. I didn't know what to do.

What? What about the cops?

Andy.

They're coming.

[Maggie] Do you guys know Fisher?

Something looks different about him.

I did his chin.

- Ah. - Oh.

- Ah. - Nice.

Hey, uh, Kat, can I talk to you for a second?

Heard about what happened. Doing okay, Coop?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

- They did a real number on you, huh? - Sure did. Yeah.

Kat, uh, quick second?

Sure. What's up?

Not here.

[stammers, sighs]

[Coop chuckles]

- What is it? - Uh...

I need a lawyer.

I'm a suspect in Paul's murder.

How's that?

- [stammers] - [Coop] It's complicated.

- Uh, I do this for a living, Coop. - Yeah. [stammers]

I was sleeping with Sam.

- Oh. - And I got into

a fairly public disagreement with Paul a few days prior to his death.

Oh, Nick's party. Dom mentioned something about that.

So you have to be my lawyer.

I'm innocent if it makes any difference.

- Coop, I can't take your case. - Of course you can.

No, no, seriously. Sam and I are friends.

Well, aren't we friends?

- Of course, but-- - Well, then take the goddamn case.

I will help you, of course.

But it can't be me. Okay, call my office tomorrow.

I-I'll connect you with Rob Barrow, a colleague of mine.

No, it has to be you.

- Coop-- - It... [stammers]

You're the best there is.

- You have to take this case. - As a friend of Sam's,

it's a potential conflict of interest.

Okay, Kat...

I don't think I'm being clear.

When I say you have to take this case, it's not me asking, I'm telling you.

- You're going to take my case... - [chuckles]

...because if you don't,

I will tell Dom that you are fucking your daughter's boyfriend.

And I don't think that's gonna sit very well with Alyssa either, will it?

What are you doing, Coop?

What I have to.

Also I won't be able to pay your retainer up front,

but you can bill me for it when this is all over.

Fuck you.

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

Hey. Let me get some of that, uh, scotch there.

Beautiful.

- [mutters] - [bartender] Cheers.

["Change" playing]

[sighs] Andrew Cooper,

you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Levitt.

[handcuffs clicking]

[officer] Turn to your right.

[inaudible]

[Coop] It might seem ironic after breaking into houses every week

for the past couple months

that I'd get pinched for a crime I didn't commit.

But lately I'd had this sinking feeling.

- [phone buzzes] - It's how I imagine

those Lehman fuckers felt in 2008

or how Bankman-Fried felt 15 years later,

hiding out in the Bahamas while he waited for someone

to notice the eight-billion-dollar hole he had punched in the economy.

Kat Resnick. I'll be representing Mr. Cooper.

[song continues]

[grunts]

[Kat] What you have here is a glut of circumstantial evidence.

To say nothing of the fact that you served a warrant to a woman

who suffers from a mental illness and was thus not competent to receive it.

She's not on the lease to the house. She doesn't even pay rent.

We'll have this case thrown out before the weekend.

[Lin] We found this in Mr. Cooper's car.

- That's not mine. - Don't say another word.

[song continues]

[Coop] I knew tomorrow I'd be thinking about the kids, about Mel,

and about the possibility of 25 to life.

But the worst thing that could've possibly happened had finally happened.

And spending the night in that cell was the first honest thing

I could remember doing in a while.

Or maybe I was just exhausted from the effort of it all. I don't know.

Either way, that night was the first night in a long time...

[song ends]

[Coop] ...I managed to get some sleep.

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