All language subtitles for 3.01 Your Secrets Are Safe.en

You're special, Ellen.
But that'll only make the fall harder.

Once Patty meets you,
there's no turning back.

And she'll own you.

No, I like Ellen.

I think she's gonna have
a brilliant future.

Working for Patty has taught
me something about being a woman.

You know what I'm in
the mood for? A fight.

Your breach of trust...

A professional woman.

You step into the ring
with that woman,

she'll cut your balls off
and jam them down your throat.

I don't like the way you do
business, but I get that it's necessary.

Seeing how she balances
work and her personal life.

People either
leave you or they die.

Those are the only two endings
possible with you.

Get the hell out!

What she prioritises,
how she prioritises.

There's a difference
between you and me.

This isn't personal, Ellen.

You've got to let things
just roll off your back.

You are so full of shit, Patty.

People like you and me,
we only have two options,

forgiveness, revenge.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

She's nothing less
than an inspiration to me.

That's okay.

I lied, too.

No!

I don't think
we're going to see her again.

She'll be back. Trust me.

♪ Someday
I'll wish upon a star ♪

♪ And wake up where
the clouds are far behind me ♪

♪ Where troubles melt
like lemon drops ♪

♪ Way up above
the chimney tops ♪

♪ That's where you'll find me ♪

Patty?

I've been sitting
at that table all night

hoping to get you alone.

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

Julian Decker.

Oh, of course, Julian.

And remind me what you do.

I'm sort of an architect.

Ah.

I've been watching you
on TV lately.

Have you?

You're a real media darling.

I'm just doing my job.

Yeah, well, the thing is,
the lady I see on TV

is not nearly as much fun
as the lady I met here tonight.

Nice to meet you.

Must be exhausting.

What must be?

Wearing that mask.

Always having to play
the role of Patty Hewes.

It's not a mask.
What you see is what you get.

Right. So, listen, why don't
you come across town with me?

Why would I do that?

Hear me play a set at Joe's Pub.

Sorry. I have an early morning.

You sure? Opportunity
doesn't always knock twice.

I'll take my chances.

This attorney,
Patty Hewes, what a piece of work.

Put aside those victories
in the Frobisher trial

and against
Ultima National Resources.

This woman's more interested
in "God We Trust."”

That's right, ducketts,
cheddar, moola schmoola.

It's really
outrageous for you to say that.

- I mean, here's a woman...
- And all you care about

is that 30-second soundbite

in that press conference
announcing her victory.

I care that she's
the only one with the courage

to stand up to corporate America

in an era where everyone else
is afraid to do so.

Thank God for Patty Hewes...

♪ Little lamb ♪

♪ Smile ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

Louis Tobin just got
sentenced to house arrest,

and we're being hounded
to make a statement.

Well, that's right, Pat.

I'm standing outside
of Louis Tobin's

Fifth Avenue apartment building.

Mr. Tobin has just been
sentenced to house arrest.

This follows Mr. Tobin's
confession last month

to operating the largest Ponzi
scheme in Wall Street history,

bankrupting
thousands of victims.

Now despite Louis Tobin's
admission of guilt,

the Tobin family
has issued no public statement

nor any words of remorse
for his victims.

It's still unclear whether
his son, Joseph Tobin,

or the rest of the family,
was involved in the scheme.

However, Leonard Winstone,
the Tobin family attorney,

claims each has rightfully
maintained their innocence.

Louis Tobin has asked me
to emphatically restate

that no other member of
his family has been indicted,

or even was aware of his fraud.

And today's events come
just days before

court-appointed trustee,
Patricia Hewes,

is scheduled to formally begin
her inquiry into the Tobin family.

Ms. Hewes had this to say.

I intend to continue my search
into the funds stolen by Louis Tobin,

and I hope to restore financial
health to his many victims.

Surprise, surprise. Look who's
stealing the spotlight again.

Come on, give her
some credit, Nick.

You worked there.
How does she do it?

Do what?

Rake in settlement
after settlement

without ever setting foot
in a courtroom.

You never talk about her.

The woman's good.

Was she like this in law school?

No idea. She never
left the library.

Well, the DA's office is where
the real shit goes down, anyways.

Patty can go after the money.

My man Chris here
is going to put

the whole Tobin family
behind bars.

I'm working on it.

Hey.

When was the last time
you spoke to Patty, anyway?

I don't know. Almost a year ago.

I called this group in today

because every major news
outlet is running your quotes.

Louis Tobin stole
everything I had.

And maybe I shouldn't have
spoken to those reporters.

But I am living on food stamps
now, and I am very angry.

Going to the press is not
going to help your cause.

You get me my money back,

and then I won't have
to talk to the press.

When the court appointed us
to oversee this process,

we began by freezing
the family's accounts

and confiscating their assets.

Well, I've seen the son
at the grocery store.

He seems to be doing just fine.

I assure you, the entire family

is living on a minimal allowance

until our investigation
is complete.

And we'll be deposing them
over the next few weeks,

starting with Mrs. Tobin.

We're doing everything we can
to recover your funds.

But we believe they've
hidden money. A lot of money.

Question four is out,
so is question five.

I don't want Ms. Sawyer
asking any questions

about my client's parents
or his finances.

Joe Tobin has personally
signed off on all of these.

Well, he's clearly
not in a proper state of mind

to make that decision.

His wife feels otherwise.

She's given us carte blanche.

Yeah, well, he's not going
to answer any of these.

Mr. Winstone, this is Diane
Sawyer we're talking about here.

Alvarez. Yes.

Your parents are Spanish?

My parents?
They came over from Honduras.

But you live in this country?

My whole life.

Good, then you speak English.

Mr. Winstone. Dog shit.

Mr. Winstone. Dog shit!

Thank you.

I'm a cat guy. Cats you
can teach to shit in a box.

Mr. Winstone, if we can't
ask Joe Tobin about his father,

there's really no point
in doing this interview.

I guess you'll have
to tell Ms. Sawyer

that there's no interview.

But I want you to know,

if you ever talk to my client
again without me present,

I'll have your folks
back in a boat to Honduras

faster than you can say
Tegucigalpa. You got that?

Thanks for coming, Joe.

We've decided to
talk on the record.

I can't let you do that.

People need to know

that Joe had nothing to do
with his father's crime.

I understand, Rachel.

I want him to make
a public statement

expressing our sympathy
for the victims.

And we will. But we need
a controlled venue

where we vet the questions
so nothing can be asked

that can compromise your family.

Staying silent is
compromising us.

I need you to hang in
just a little longer.

I can't. I'm sorry.
Joe needs to do something.

I can't allow Kevin
to live like this any longer.

Come on, sweetie. Come on.

Daddy needs to talk
to Uncle Lenny.

People are waiting to pounce
on any sign of guilt.

You goon TV, you start sweating,

your voice cracks,
they'll crucify you.

I'm not sure how much more of
this my mother can take, Lenny.

Look, Joe.

Remember when you were
in elementary school?

Wanted to turn in that custodian
who had stolen office supplies

from the faculty lounge?

It was a librarian.

It was? Well...

Either way, I know you.

You always want to do
the right thing. I get it.

So, you're asking me
to do nothing.

No. I'm asking you to just wait

until your father is sentenced.

Once he's in prison,
once the family's deposed

and your name is cleared,

then the world is ready
to hear the truth.

But if you don't
let me do my job,

this can spiral out of control.

Ms. Hewes.

It's Victor Huntley.
We've met before.

Yes. Yes, of course,
I remember you.

I heard you went to
the hospital. You okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, I understand it was
quite a nasty car accident.

Have you found out who hit me?

No. Not yet.

No, it's strange.
We canvassed the neighbourhood,

but no one...
Nobody saw the other driver.

Do you think this could've
been done to you on purpose?

Roger, you gotta get some sleep.

Yeah, I'd love to,

but it seems that
Louis Tobin bent over,

spread his ass
and loosed his bowels

over the entire global
investment system.

You guys found more victims?

Thousands more.
9.7 billion in losses.

Jesus. You think
this is everything?

Oh, I seriously doubt it.

'Cause the more I dig into Tobin's
muck, the more victims I discover.

I don't know where
this is going to end, Tommy,

but you mark my words,

this mess is a whole lot
bigger than we can imagine.

Well, hang in there.

Patty. How's Roger holding up?

He's fine. The man's a workhorse.
Good.

I hate to bring it up again.

What? Ellen's office.

What about it?
It's been 10 months.

I don't think she's coming back.

Meaning?

Nothing, except...

Roger's team could
really use the space.

I'd love to set him up in there.

So do it.

I can have it cleaned out?
You sure?

Ellen's gone. Clear it out.

Hey, yo, check out this bike.

Yo, man, don't even
look at that.

Congratulations.

Donnie Rhyne, possession
with intent to distribute.

This guy's
looking at eight years.

I'm not interested in Donnie
Rhyne. I want his supplier.

I hate to spoil your fun, but
that ain't gonna happen this time.

He's not going to flip.

Why not?

His lawyer's Ted Fratto.
You ever hear of him?

I know his reputation.
But I still like my chances.

A hundred bucks says Donnie
won't give up his supplier.

Yeah? No?

You're on.

So, possession
with intent to distribute.

That could get you
eight years, Mr. Rhyne.

It's gonna rain, yo. Someone
best get a tarp for my Harley.

I made a call, Donnie. Someone
will take care of your bike.

That bike belonged to my pops.

He rode with the Angels.

Well, if you want to wait eight
years to ride it again, be my guest.

Or you could just tell me
who you're working for.

You offering me a deal?

Who's your supplier?

A name will keep you
out of jail,

bump you down to a misdemeanour.

Yeah, then what happens?

Doesn't matter. Mr. Rhyne
isn't interested in a deal.

I'd like to hear that
from Mr. Rhyne.

Mr. Rhyne is not
interested in a deal.

If your attorney's
making promises

in exchange for you keeping
quiet, then he's breaking the law.

Watch it, Ms. Parsons.

And if you're knowingly
taking the fall for somebody else

then you're breaking the law.

It's called obstruction
of justice.

Allows us to tack on more
time to those eight years.

Wait, what's she saying?

I'm saying that your lawyer
doesn't have your back, Donnie.

Ms. Parsons, can I have a word?

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

What you should be doing,
helping your client stay out of jail.

You're going to want
to check that tone.

You don't give
a shit about Donnie.

I know you're working
for his supplier.

You don't want to make
accusations like that,

and you don't want to tamper
in my clients' affairs.

I'm afraid they're a bunch of
real unsavoury types, Ms. Parsons.

The kind that can have a
lot of fun with a girl like you.

We're done here, Donnie.

Think about it, Mr. Rhyne.

Don't say anything.

You've got 48 hours.
I can make it all go away.

Patty.

You sure you're okay with this?

Yeah.

Get this stuff out of here.

I want you to start
interviewing possible associates.

We're going to
bring on somebody new.

Sure.

Tom.

What is it?

How long have you
been with me now?

Almost 11 years.

And how many lawyers have
gone through the firm since then?

A lot.

A lot, Patty.

But you,

you made it through.

What's your point?

It's time to put
your name on the door.

You don't like the idea?

No, I mean, yeah, yeah.

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Thanks, Patty. I...

So, we're ready
for the deposition?

Ms. Tobin is all set up
in the conference room.

Good.

Mrs. Tobin, do you have
any reason to believe

that your son was privy
to your husband's fraud?

Absolutely not.
My son knew nothing.

When was the last time
you saw your son?

Thanksgiving.

Mr. Winstone advised us
not to have contact after that.

That's the floor
shaking with laughter.

I can't stand it!

I know you're not supposed
to do this with water, but...

Happy Thanksgiving.

Lord knows, I have a
lot to be thankful for.

I'm terrible at speeches, so...

You all heard his toast
at my wedding.

I froze a little bit.

I froze a lot of bit.

I'll keep it simple.

I love you all.

Cheers. ALL: Cheers.

Thank you, Son.

So, you had no hint
of what was to come?

Your husband
didn't seem anxious?

He may have been
more emotional than usual.

Other than that, it was
like any other Thanksgiving.

And when did that change?

Somewhere around the pie.

One, two, three.

I'm cleaning you out.

One, two, three.

Oh, mine.

One, two, three.

Louis?

Sweetheart, are you okay?

I'm sorry, Rachel.

Could you give me just a few
minutes with my family?

She is family.
Dad, what are you doing?

Maybe you could
take Kevin upstairs.

Let him feed the fish.

Of course.

Yeah, that would be fun.

Yeah.

- Feed the fish.
- Come on, sweetie.

What happened?

Daddy?

Dad?

And that's when he told us.

About the fraud?
That it was a Ponzi scheme?

Yes. He said the business
was all a lie.

The investments weren't real.

He said he couldn't
hide it anymore.

Your son Joe contacted the
district attorney the next morning.

Isn't that right?

Yes.

Did that make you angry?

What my son does
is his own business.

Joe worked for your husband.

Do you think he knew
about the scheme?

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

Mrs. Tobin can't be expected to
guess what's in her son's head.

You're going to depose Joe.
Ask him.

Mrs. Tobin, you say
that you knew nothing

about your husband's fraud.

Yes.

You shared your life
with him for over 40 years,

and yet you didn't know
that he was stealing?

Actually, I...

I'm so sorry.

Darling, can you get me an Earl
Grey, no sugar, dash of skim?

We'll get that for you.
Would you, please? Thank you.

Make sure it's skim.

I need caffeine.
God, I was up till 3:00

making Jell-O for my grandson.

You know, safari animals.

With that mould we bought
in Tanzania, remember?

That little boy, the village
boy with the cleft palate.

I'm sorry.
What was the question?

$70 billion went through
your husband's fund.

Don't you think it inconceivable

that he didn't tuck some
of that away for the family?

I live on tuna, Ms. Hewes.

Two cans a day since
you seized all our assets.

If my husband stashed money,

he certainly never told me
where he put it.

You claim that your husband

didn't lay any money
away for your family.

That's right. I'm confused.

How could you know that
for certain?

You want to get a water board?

You know,
you've been questioning

my client for
over five hours now.

We're going in a circle,
don't you think?

It's okay, Lenny.

This is the most interesting
conversation I've had in months.

My friends won't talk to me,
or my children.

My lawyer advises me
not to speak to my husband.

I can't get my hair done.
I can't eat at a restaurant.

I can't go to the theatre.

I like you, Ms. Hewes.

You know what it's like to have
a husband who betrays you.

You know about my divorce.

I read that he cheated on you.

I wasn't terribly surprised.

So you understand that men
have their secrets.

Yes. But so do women.

And I find that women
are better at keeping them.

Do you think this may have
been done to you on purpose?

I have no idea.

Detective.

Excuse me.

I tracked the VIN on the car
that hit Ms. Hewes.

Did you find who
it's registered to?

Yeah, got a name and address.

Who's the owner?

Thomas Shayes.

Where does it say that?

There. Registered
to Thomas Shayes.

Yeah?

A contact of mine just told me
Joe Tobin reached out to ABC.

What for?

He wanted to do an
interview with Diane Sawyer.

Set the record straight.

But his lawyers shut it
down at the last second.

The pressure's getting to Joe.

If he reached out to the press,

could be he's willing
to break from the family.

Well, his mother
won't tell us the truth.

Maybe we can get it from him.

Ellen. Hey, boss.

This came for you.

It's from Hewes & Associates.

Do you have any idea
what it might be?

No, none.

Listen,

I know you have a
relationship with Patty Hewes,

but maintaining confidentiality
in this office is imperative.

Of course.

I have no desire to pry
into your personal life,

but I have to ask you
to use discretion

if you speak with her
about the Tobin investigation.

We don't talk anymore.
So it won't be a problem.

All right. Good.

Oh, I hate
conversations like this.

I just needed to know you
and I were on the same page.

We are, absolutely.

Okay.

You Joe Tobin?

You assholes took
everything I own.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Oh, really? Are you?

Yes, I am.

Hey. Whoa!.

Okay. Easy, all right?

Look me in the face, Joe.
Come on.

If you lost money with
my father, I'm sorry. Okay?

I'm truly sorry.

Sorry, Bobby.

Hey, dickhead!

Buy me my goddamn groceries.

Look at me.

Hey, hey, hey.
Please stop, okay?

Tell me to stop...

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Why can't you stop?

Shit.

Shit! Asshole.

I really don't understand
your position on this.

It's my client's position,
it is not mine.

He won't press charges, even
though there were witnesses there

when Tobin assaulted him.

I told him. He's not interested.

That's all there is to it?

What are you implying?

I just...

I'd hate to find out
you're playing games.

Games?

You overestimate me, Mr. Gates.

You and I should be
working together on this.

I build the criminal case, you
recover the money for the victims.

That's all I want to do.

Well, this could be
my way in, right?

Put some pressure on Joe Tobin,

find out if he's involved
with the fraud.

I can't do it
if he won't press charges.

I don't know what to tell you.

He's made up his mind.

Okay, well, then this is now
officially a waste of my time.

Thank you for letting
Tobin do this to you.

Not a problem. But why
don't you put Tobin in jail?

Because I think he's more
useful to us out in the world.

I appreciate your help.

I hope you get what you
need from the little prick.

Thank you for meeting me.

I miss you, Joe.

Kevin and Rachel, too.

How did your deposition go?

Lenny thinks I did really well.

Good.

She's not particularly sharp,
that woman.

Lenny tells me you still
won't visit your father.

Christ.

It would mean so much to him.
It would lift his spirits.

Can't you just... Mom.

No.

How's my grandson?

He's... He's fine.

When do I get to see him again?

I need you to tell me
everything you know.

He must have prepared for this.

I wish he had.

Did he leave us any money?

If he'd left us money, don't you
think he would have told you?

Damn.

Don't smoke another one.

You know,

when you said
you wanted to meet me,

I thought you were reaching out.

I am. I'm asking you to
tell me the truth about him.

And I have.

Thanksgiving night?

Who did he call?

I saw it.

Dad? You all right?

Dad?

Who did he call?

I don't know.

We need to give them something.

We need to cooperate.

Otherwise, we can't clear
our name. Who did he call?

It won't make a difference.

Mom.

Please, leave it alone.

If you don't tell me
who he called,

you'll never see
your grandson again.

You want the truth?

Here it is.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Have they found the driver yet?

Not to my knowledge.

Where's Detective Huntley?

Ma'am, he said, "Sit tight."

He'll be back.

Mr. Shayes?

Thomas Shayes?

It's the police.

Are you sure this is where
the car was registered?

What do you think these are?

Tom Shayes!

Hey.

Good to see you.

I was surprised you called.

I was organising my
contacts, and I figured,

"What the hell?"

So, how's life at
Hewes & Associates?

It's good, it's great, actually.

Patty's putting
my name on the wall.

Hewes & Shayes? Yeah.

That's fantastic!
Congratulations.

Thanks. And you, you're
working Narcotics at the DA's?

Yeah, working on
a felony drug conviction.

Exciting.

Not at the moment.

We're trying to get a drug
dealer to give up his supplier.

He's not biting?

I offered a deal,
but time's running out,

and we don't have
enough leverage.

Well, you'll
figure out something.

I've been wanting to
talk to you for a while,

to apologise, actually.

About what?

The day your son was born,

the FBI arrested you
and you missed his birth.

I hated being a part of that.

Well, in the end,
you had my back.

Sorry.

Shoot, my meeting got bumped up.

Where you headed?

Downtown. You?

Mmm.

Well, good luck on your case.

And, you know, if you're up
for it, let's grab dinner sometime.

Yes, let's do it.

That'd be great.
I'll see you, Tom.

Okay. Okay.

Hey.

I know you didn't ask about it,

and I don't even know
if you care.

About what?

Patty.

God knows she'd
never say anything, but...

She'd love to have you back.

There's always a place for you
at Hewes & Shayes.

Thanks, Tom. It's nice to hear.

But I've moved on.

Hi, Perry.

Yeah, send him up.

You know, you really
shouldn't have come here.

Well, I couldn't
go to your office.

My attorney wouldn't want me
to have any contact with you.

I can understand that.

I've ignored his advice
once as it is, so...

How's that?

I spoke to my mother.

She didn't tell you everything
that happened on Thanksgiving.

After he confessed to us, I
saw my father make a phone call.

He doesn't know I saw him.

Well, do you know who he called?

No.

But my mother does.

I got her to give me this.

You recognise the number?

No.

Did you try to call it?

If this number has anything
to do with my father's fraud,

I don't want to know
who's on the other end.

So, that's why you're here.

I assaulted a man, Ms. Hewes.
I assaulted a man.

I don't want to live
like this anymore.

So, if I give you this number,

I want something in return.

I want you to tell the press
and the DA that I cooperated

and that I knew nothing

and that I'm trying to help.

Well, if that turns out
to be the truth,

it will be my pleasure.

Ms. Hewes, my father
and I were very close.

At least, I thought we were.

Thank you for this.

I wouldn't get your hopes up.

My father didn't hide any money.

The man left us with nothing.

Yo, yo, what are you doing, man?

Keep your mouth shut, asshole.

Jesus.

God damn!

Congratulations. Hundred bucks.

Donnie flipped?

He fired his attorney.
Now he wants to talk.

What happened?

Apparently,
that supplier was worried

Donnie wasn't gonna
keep his mouth shut,

sent a couple punks over
to threaten him.

They total led Donnie's
Harley with a baseball bat.

Really?

But they didn't intimidate
him. It just pissed him off.

Doesn't make sense.

Just pushed Donnie too far.
It backfired.

Ellen,

those guys with bats, did you...

Did I what?

You know.

Right.

Right.

Very nice.
Donnie joined your team.

Feel like I'm the last
person to know about this.

Who's the box from?

Patty, I guess.

You gonna open it?

I was thinking
I might just toss it.

Come on. You aren't curious?

Knock yourself out.

What's the occasion?

There isn't any.

What, she just sent it
to you for no reason?

Patty always has a reason.

Gonna keep it?

I can see you in there.
Why don't you come out?

Like to ask you
a couple questions.

You guys cops?

Detectives Trammell and Huntley.

Huntley. That Irish?

Welsh.

All right,
I'll trust a Welshman.

Who you looking for?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy!

All you gotta do is ask!
What are you doing, man?

Okay, what do you got in there?

What are you looking for?

I only take cash.

How much for that?

No, no, no, no, no, no,
this beauty's not for sale.

Oh, no? That's too bad.

Oh, come on, man.

Why don't you tell us
where you got this?

Joe.

Jesus. What's going on?

I need you to come with me.

Hey, Tom. It's Ellen.

Drinking alone.

I'm sorry,
what was your name again?

Julian Decker.

Oh, right.
The sort-of architect.

Buy you another?

No, thank you.

Two bourbons.

What's with the puss?

Beg your pardon?

The face. You look troubled.

I think you're just lonely.
Got no one to talk to.

And you're going
to fill the void?

Crazier things have happened.

Not to me.

What's this?

My measurements.

Seriously, whose number is it?

Well.

I called Tom. He told me
I could find you here.

I wasn't sure
I'd ever see you again.

So how's it going
at the DA's office?

Good. Curtis Gates
is a great boss.

He's very complimentary
of my work.

I'm glad to hear that.

Yeah. A dealer flipped
in my narcotics case.

He gave up his supplier,
and I'm getting all the credit.

Congratulations.

The only problem is I had
nothing to do with it.

No?

No, but I think you did.

I'm flattered,
but you're being paranoid.

I could have
done it myself, Patty,

but I don't want to work
that way anymore.

Ellen, why would I
interfere with your case?

That's a good question.
Here's another one.

Why would you send me that gift?

I thought you'd like it.

What do you want from me?

Nothing.

You don't have to worry
about me. I forgave you.

All your secrets are safe.

So, we can just
get on with our lives.

Well, did you like the bag?

It's a $3,000 Chanel.

Yeah, I liked it.

Good. I wasn't sure
if it was your taste.

It's good to see you.

Patty.

If you want to talk to me,
don't play games.

You could just pick up
the phone, call.

So, you have no idea
where this came from?

I don't remember,
it might have been a gift.

A gift, huh?

It's not really your style.

Vic. You want to look at this?

Excuse me.

Hello, Son.

They're letting you
leave the apartment.

Only to see my attorney.

Lenny arranged it.

I'm grateful that you came, Joe.

I know you don't want
anything to do with me,

but we need to talk.

There's nothing to say.

Lenny tells me that you
wanted to go to the press.

You can't do that.

You are telling me what to do?

I want you to take care
of the family.

The family? Jesus Christ.

It's a little late to be worried
about us now, don't you think?

I know you hate me
for what I did.

But I'm going to die
in prison for it.

And I need you to provide
for your mother and your sister.

What the hell
are you talking about?

We've got money, Joe.

What?

We do.

It's out there.

Yeah, hello. Who is this?

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Ms. Hewes, but...

Yes?

What are you not telling us?

This car accident is getting
a little more complicated.

What do you mean?
What's going on?

Well, Ms. Hewes,
we found a body.

A body?

Whose?

A little left.

Good. More.

Perfect.

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪