All language subtitles for 1.06 She Spat at Me.en

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...

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.

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. Is Patty Hewes pulling yours?

Patty doesn't know I'm here.

Bullshit.

If she did, you'd be holding a subpoena
or 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 give me a name, Gregory.
I'll keep you out of this.

So when 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.

Till 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't just subpoenaed him.

Well, it would be better
if he came in willingly.

If 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 got to 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 want to say?

I want to talk to him.

He doesn't talk to you.
You know how it works.

Look, he's the whole reason
I got pulled into this thing.

I'm tired of protecting him.
I just want to talk to him.

Hold this a second.

My advice to you?

Anytime 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.

You look a little sleepy there, partner.

Everything all right?

It's just a touch of insomnia

and pesky dreams, nothing too worrisome.

I got just 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,

you know, hypnic jerks,
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 to spit on me?

I'm not exactly a young man anymore.

Worried about your legacy.

Yeah, I'm not a monster, Ray.

I don't want to be remembered as one.

So what are you proposing?

A memoir. You know?

Show these people the real me,
the family me, you know,

the husband, the father.

You know.

Maybe...

I don't know. Show 'em a picture
of my childhood home.

You know, I grew up poor.

Maybe a chapter on my dyslexia.

You know, that's actually
a terrific idea.

We'll set you up with a publisher
right after the trial.

No. No, now.

Art, 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 ghostwriter,

somebody who has a lot of experience
in this sort of thing.

You're gonna allow
some complete stranger

to poke into your life?

No, Ray... 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 down in your basement

- digging for bodies.
- 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.

The book's a good idea.

I can't wait to read it.

You still awake?

Demonstrators say
if the three buildings behind them

and one other come down this week,

it could be a very long time before

anything goes up in their place
because 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 developers' use
of eminent domain

to take away their homes

where Forest City Ratner plans
to build an arena for the Nets...

I had the TV on.

I must have left this morning
without turning it off.

Well, I'm just glad that you're okay.

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 going to try
that new Mexican place.

I know, I'm sorry, babe.

Who's gonna be there?

I think it's just her and her husband.

And us? Jesus, Ellen...

I know, maybe it'll be fun.
They have...

this great apartment.

After everything that happened
with Katie, why would I possibly want

to socialize with Patty Hewes?

She's my boss.

She wants to meet you.
What am I supposed to say?

I don't want to go.

David, can you please do this for me?

Fine.

I'll be a couple more hours.

The nurse at your station said
you'd be here.

Is everything okay?

I know 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.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I've been so busy that
I didn't even hear.

Is there anything that 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 Craig's List,

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?

I know I acted inappropriately before.

You're engaged.

I respect that.

I could really use your help right now.

Where do you live?

David Conner's phone records.

And?

Someone called him a half 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.

16 years of service.

Government trial...
head to head in a ring with

Patty Hewes and we're still standing.

Miracles do happen.

You're a good friend, Ray.

Thank you.

Means a lot to hear you say that.

Bottoms up.

What's the matter?

What is it?

Goddamn it, man, what...?

Mr. Fiske, it's time to leave
for the Frobisher meeting.

Thank you, Kitty.

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.

What's up, Dad?

So, have you heard
from the publisher or not?

They chose your writer.

Fella 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.

You 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
will be a major selling point.

Now, obviously, you can still back out.

Frankly, that would be my advice.

No.

I want to do this.

I have to do this.

Tread lightly.

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 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 a restaurant and all.

Yeah, she does.

How is Katie?

Not good.

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...

I'm terribly sorry. Excuse me.

It's Dubai.

The market is just opening there.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, please.

Yes.

So how did you two meet?

Berger?

Berber, it's with a "B."

George is fine.

So, George, I hear you're a smart guy.

I understand you're writing a novel.

That's right.

That's very impressive.

Thank you.

So how does this work?

Should I just start telling stories
about myself?

Or do you want to ask me questions?

It's up to us.

Although I do have a couple things
to get started,

just to understand some basics.

Shoot.

When the accounting irregularities

in your company were first discovered...

And this is just because I don't have
a degree in economics...

Listen.

George, we're going to get to it.

I have a lot I want to say about that.

Trust me.

But why don't I just tell you

things about who I am?

You know, like my childhood.

Absolutely.

Great, great.

Are you familiar with dyslexia?

Glass of port? I have a Ferreira Lagrima
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.

We can choose a dessert.

Sure.

You like cigars?

Like some coffee?

Sure. Thanks.

There you are.

- Sugar?
- Thank you.

Thank you so much
for having us to dinner.

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, two.

I'm really sorry about David.

I think he's still upset about Katie.

He's lovely.

But he's started his surgical rotation.

He's doing these endless shifts.
He's very 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 worth
sharing a bed with.

We got to go. I got work.

Biscotti?

And then she's got to bring up Katie?!

Because Patty's concerned about her.

Bullshit.

You were acting like
you didn't want to be there

long before Patty mentioned Katie.

Because I didn't.

Yeah, you made that perfectly clear.

I'm so sorry if I'm not interested in

international arbitrage.

Phil was just trying
to make conversation.

And when Patty asked
you about the hospital...

I answered her question.

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 my job.

- There are going to be more.
- I get it.

Patty's your boss. That doesn't
mean that I have to like her.

Hello?

Hello.

- Who is this?
- It's Gregory Malina.

I want to talk.

Where did you meet David Connor?

At the hospital.

Where he worked?

David treated my grandfather.

I'm sorry.
I just can't believe this.

Miss Dimeo,
how long were you dating David Connor?

Almost four months.

What?

Any idea why Ellen Parsons
did move out until two days ago?

She moved out the day
she found out about us.

So David Connor was cheating
on Miss Parsons with you?

3 1/2 MONTHS EARLIER

- Can I take your jacket?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, thanks.

Caught up there.

Sorry.

Oh, that's me and my parents.

They passed away when I was a kid.

Your grandfather raised you?

Machine's in here.

It's a defibrillator.

You know, on...

TV in hospitals when they put the...

paddles on people's chest and yell,
"Clear"?

Right.

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, uh, 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.
- OK.

But, um, the defibrillator, it's used.

So you'll probably get
400 or 500 bucks for it.

But, just 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 don't look after anybody.

No, she doesn't.

You got to look out for yourself.

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
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.

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?

Give me a break.

This is a mistake.
I shouldn't be here.

Wait. Gregory,

just give me a name, okay?
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 want to 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 want to hear this shit right now.

We need a new strategy, Arthur.

So find one.

You guys said that you
were going to handle this.

Look, this wasn't my mess.
It was his.

I don't care whose mess it is.
Just deal with it. Jesus.

You know, next time you call me,
make sure it's for good news.

You know I can't beleve 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 always say that.

Yeah, I told him the story about...

our camping trip.
You remember that?

You got all 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.

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,

someday, soon,

they're going to eat that.

Then we'll just be, you know,

a normal family again.

I believe you, Dad.

Doesn't mean you're any
good at this game, though.

Look at that.
You're not bending your legs.

You got to go from your knees,
right, knees, elbow, follow through.

Hey.

Mr. Frobisher.

I know. I know.
I know. It's late.

Yeah, look,
I'm not expecting you right now.

I know you weren't.
I'm sorry, George.

- This is nice. Very nice.
- Thank you.

Hi, I'm Arthur Frobisher.

That's my girlfriend, Indira.

Ah, that's nice.

Actually, look,
I had some thoughts, you know?

Do you have a couple of glasses,
'cause I bought us one hell of a bottle.

This is sipping whiskey.

Yeah, I would feel it on the way.

Were you ever
in the Boy Scouts, George?

I stopped after Webelos, but, yeah.

That's not Boy Scouts, man.

Pinewood Derby, right?

Yeah. Last place, this guy.

Ask me why I'm proud.

Because I made this myself.

The other kids,
they had their dads do it for them.

It's after midnight, Mr. Frobisher.

No, see, look, this... this stuff.

All...

This is my integrity.

See what I'm say...
Here, look, look, look.

What? Oh, yeah.

Third... 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 that I was a natural leader.

Yeah, you know, all this stuff
that you're giving me is great.

But this book...

All right,
look, look, look, all right, here.

Come here.

This shirt, right?

The shirt you're wearing?

You own other shirts, right?

So, you know,
if I come along and say, you know,

define you as the guy
who wears this shirt,

I'd be wrong.

Right? 'Cause...

you know, you're not just one thing.

See, that's what I'm trying
to say: you're not just one thing.

Hey, I told you, right,
that I started off dirt-poor?

You told me yesterday about that.

Well, why don't you write...? See...

All right, hey, listen.

17... I came this close

to joing the army, you realize that?

Look, look, Mr. Frobisher,

I haven't seen Indira for two weeks.
She has been traveling, understand?

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... it's hard to describe.

Just tell me what it's about, will ya?

On the face of it, it's a love story.

It's about...

nostalgia...

and how that affects
our core relationship.

Jesus, George.

I mean 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.
You know...

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?

The truth is you're just
trying to feel superior.

Try running a $40 billion industry.

- See how that makes you feel.
- Get out!

Yeah, try managing 11,000 employees.

I bet that gives you a hard-on,
you little...

Just leave!

Shit!

You want to know

why they're suing me,
you invisible piece of shit?

'Cause I'm worth it.

I hope that you lose everything.

- Now you be careful.
- 'Cause you are an arrogant asshole.

Hey, guess what?

You're fired.

He's fired.
Tell him that, will ya?

MY...

MY LIFE BY...

Dad?

Yeah?

I- 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.

Well, 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 JD.

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.

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, uh, listen.

I'm sorry to bug you, but, I'm just
leaving work and I can't find my keys.

Oh, that sucks.

Yeah, I had them in my jacket pocket.

I don't know if they
fell out at your place.

No, no.
I would've seen them.

I'll take another look.

Uh, anyway,

give me 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.

Oh, sleep therapy is
more of an art than a science.

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.

Well, 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?

Better do it quick.

I need to talk to you.

You can't be here.

Ray?! Who is it?!

It's the wrong address!

Just go back to sleep, Mallory!

You need to leave. You...

Just give me five minutes, Ray.

Just give me five minutes.

I- I've got a Doberman.

Please?

Please?

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.

Are you going to 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 going to move in.

See?

David made me a set of keys.