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[suspenseful music]
The perfect murder.
How would you do it?
How would you kill someone and make sure you were never
convicted of the crime?
Let's start with the facts.
Most murders are committed by someone who knows the victim.
A spouse, a relative, a loved one.
People with motives.
Hatred, lust, greed.
So your perfect victim would be?
- A stranger? - Exactly.
Chosen at random.
Not connected to you, the killer.
No connection. No motive.
No motive, no case for the prosecution.
You act alone, you don't brag about it and
you don't do anything the police would expect.
Your weapon is untraceable.
You leave no physical evidence at the scene
and there's nothing to prove that you,
the murderer, were ever there.
What do you want? I don't have much, no.
Please.
Take this, it's all I have.
No, no, no.
Hey, chief.
Who is he?
Jean Paul Bertrand.
Working the deli down the block there.
Shot point blank.
So far, we've got no weapon, no shell casings, no witnesses.
What's the motive? Robbery?
It doesn't look like it. Wallet's intact.
Yeah.
Single father, three kids.
He's been here from Haiti for five years after
the death of his wife.
You know, hard worker, no personal problems,
minds his own business.
No license, no Social Security or credit cards.
It was probably illegal.
I'm still checking.
Alright. You gave me an address,
as soon as you can.
You want us to tell the kids, chief?
No, I'll do it.
Don't hurt me. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's alright.
I'm the one you want.
It's me.
I'm not under arrest, right?
You said you just wanted to talk to me.
I've been.
I've been under a lot of... I'm in school.
The pressure's been killing me.
Last night, I just freaked out.
Listen, Bill.
- It's Bill, right? - Yeah.
Bill Wallace.
Well, Bill, you know, you got rights.
I mean, even though you're only a witness we still gotta
give you the old tv speech.
Right to remain silent.
The right to a yadda yadda yadda.
You waive your right to an attorney?
I don't care. Whatever.
Okay.
Go for it. Talk to us.
I'm not a bad person.
Last night was out of character.
Not who I am.
What was that out of character?
I felt like I was gonna explode.
My girlfriend, she dumped me.
I thought we were gonna marry, but I was a fool, I guess,
because there she is telling me that it's not working for her
and that she's, like, out of there.
When she left, I just went off.
Like, I just went off?
- That's when you got the gun. - I don't like guns.
They creep me out.
What kind of gun was it?
- Where'd you get it? - It's not important.
Look, I was crazy, you know?
I was way over the edge.
Yeah, women will do that to you, man.
They get inside your head. Damn.
You gotta do something right or you're gonna flip out.
I was wired. Totally.
So I just blow it out of the apartment.
And I'm walking for miles and miles, and it's late
and nobody's around.
Right. Then that's when you saw him.
What's gonna happen if I tell you?
What'll they do to me?
Well, that's up to the US attorney.
Cause I know who did it.
I know who shot that guy.
Well, Bill, you're acting like you want to tell us something.
Was it you?
Did you shoot him?
Yeah, it was me.
He's only been here about three months.
Quiet.
Paid the rent on time, no complaints, you know?
Hello? Anybody home?
Hi, Jack Mannion, chief of police.
- This is misses Nixon. - Hi.
- Are you in charge here? - Yes.
I have some information about your father
that I'd like to share with you.
I'd like to come in, please?
Thank you.
- What's your name? - Luke.
Luke, would you mind sitting down, please?
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi.
Your father was killed on his way home from work, Luke.
I'm sorry.
I knew something was wrong.
I knew it.
Well, how did he die?
He was shot.
Did it hurt?
No, I don't think it hurt.
I don't think he had to suffer.
How do you know?
Luke, is there anyone that we can call for you?
A relative?
A friend?
No.
I'd like you to come to the station with us so we can
make some calls and
perhaps find a family that you can stay with.
No.
They're going to take my brother.
No, not necessarily.
Don't lie to me, okay? That's what they do.
They take you away.
Nobody take you away from me.
Okay?
Do you have any grandparents or aunts and uncles
in this country, Luke?
Chief.
They have nobody.
And the INS is after them.
Since 911,
they've been more aggressive with their deportations
and homeland security.
Most likely they'll be deported.
- Any relatives in Haiti? - It's unknown.
But even if they do, are they gonna welcome
three more mouths to feed?
Can't send them back.
They'll never make it.
I need an arm to twist.
I'll get you one.
You got three kids eating in your office.
I presume they're friends of yours.
Yeah.
Bertrand kids.
Temple and Debreno have a suspect
in their father's murder.
But there's a little hitch in our giddy up.
You gotta be kidding me.
You got a confession, but it's not on tape.
Couldn't find the tape recorder, chief.
We usually keep it in the glovebox,
but for some reason, it wasn't there.
I issued a memo about locking cars at crime scenes.
Now you know why.
Chief, he confessed to the homicide.
He said it.
It's documented in my notes.
Defense attorneys love notes.
They eat them for breakfast.
You got no evidence from the crime scene?
SEM test negative.
No gunshot residue.
We have nothing that links Mister Wallace to this crime.
Just give me a confession to do it right.
How you feel?
Good.
No problems?
- No problems. - No aches?
No... No pains?
Ray, I have the gene that causes Huntington's, not the disease.
Stop the interrogation.
Got your back. Okay.
It's not what I was asking, but okay.
[radio buzzes]
All units, we have a report of shots fired.
122nd and end.
6042, we're a block away.
Ugh.
Oh, man.
6042, have homicide respond to our location.
We have a body.
From the smell,
it's been here a while.
Copy that.
I never said I did it.
Yes, you did, Bill.
You told us in the car, remember?
No, I said I might know who did it.
Okay, you might know who did it.
- Then who? - Two black guys.
They wanted money.
Okay, come on, man. Come on.
That is not what you said before.
I was a witness.
I saw them rob the guy, then they shot him.
Try again, Bill.
He wasn't robbed, and you know it.
And even if he was, why would these two black guys
just sit there and let you watch?
Because I was hiding. They didn't know I was there.
I want to talk to my godfather. He knows the law.
I think he should be here.
You're confusing me.
Okay, so what do these two guys do after they shot Bertrand?
I want to talk to Matt.
I want to know what these two guys did.
They ran.
Then one of them crouched.
I heard metal hit something.
It clunked, like he threw the gun away.
So he crouched and threw away the gun.
Now, you.
You were hiding, and you heard this, or you
were watching and you saw it.
I mean, which was it, Bill?
You were running some type of game here, right?
Why don't you just tell us what really happened?
I told you. It was two gang bangers.
They killed him, then one of them threw the gun
away in the storm drain.
Hmm.
[knock on door]
- Miss Farmer? - Yeah?
There's someone here to see you.
Immigration.
Unbelievable.
How did they get here so fast?
Tell them...
I'll tell them you're out.
Thanks.
- Misses Nixon. - Dorothy, it's Ella.
Oh, Ella.
I'm still trying to place your kids.
I just can't guarantee I won't have to split them up.
I need you to lose them, Dorothy.
In the system for a few days.
What?
How?
I don't know.
I'm sure it happens all the time for no good reason.
Just...
Dorothy, please, just do this for me.
Alright?
I'll get back to you.
Right.
One more time, Bill, tell us what happened.
I don't know what you want me to say.
Try the truth.
I told you the truth.
Hey, man, I'm wiped out.
When can I go home?
Repeat what you told us in the car.
- That's all you gotta do. - I can't.
- I can't tell. - Sure you can.
It's easy. Come on.
You just start from the beginning.
Bill, you did it.
We know you did it.
You told us that you did it.
You told us where you put the gun.
We're out there looking for it right now.
We're gonna put it together.
You're going to prison.
Now, it's just a matter of how long.
So why don't you just cooperate with us?
Just make it all better.
I mean, we ain't mad at you.
I mean, this ain't nothing personal.
We don't care.
We just wanna help you put this thing to bed, that's all.
Maybe...
Maybe I could write it down.
Sure. That's good. Write it.
Write it and sign it, and you're gonna feel a whole lot better.
Trust me.
Don't leave anything out.
- I can't. - Oh, come on, Bill.
- You're wasting our time. - I want to go home.
I've been here for hours and I want to go home.
He's lying through his teeth.
Alright, let's say he is.
Now, why'd he kill this guy? What was his motive?
And why did he let himself get caught?
I don't know.
If the disciplinary board recommends the appropriate
action, I might reconsider.
- Chief. - Hi, Cavanaugh.
We were just discussing the Henderson case.
Were you?
You have a good time?
No, it's not fun.
What's he doing here?
That's Bill Wallace.
He's one of my students.
So he picked somebody at random.
Now, that's part of the assignment, right?
Then he shoots them down like an animal.
Would you assign for extra credit?
It was an exercise, Jack.
A way to make the class more interesting.
You can't seriously believe that this kid committed
murder for this assignment?
Well, I don't know.
Why don't you tell me? Is he capable of it?
I don't know.
I don't know him outside of class.
Are you the good cop, or are you the good cop?
And there. He's smart, and he knows it.
He struck me as cool.
I guess you might say cold.
Cold enough to murder somebody just to prove it?
- That's not much of a motive. - Maybe that's a point.
No motive, no case for the prosecution.
- Chief. - Yeah.
We found this in a storm drain four blocks from the scene.
- Right where he said it'd be. - Mm hmm.
ATF says it was bought at a gun show in Virginia
eight months ago. It's untraceable.
No fingerprints.
Lab says the muck and mire and the storm drain will
have degraded any DNA.
We're checking for ballistics.
He left three kids without a father.
Thinks it's a game.
Hey.
Jack Mannion, chief of police. How do you do?
Detectives, you give us a moment alone, please?
- So you're the head guy, huh? - Yeah.
Mm hmm. That's me, head guy.
And you're Bill.
Is it all right to call you Bill?
Yeah.
Bill, help me out here.
It's kind of rough trying to make sense out
of what you're saying. Could you explain it again?
Just go over it.
I told them I saw the murder.
I was a witness.
But they want me to say that I did it.
They said, confess.
They said, write it down and sign it.
But I can't.
It's all lies.
They forced me.
They wouldn't let up.
I've been here so long...
I don't feel good. I...
I asked to see a lawyer before.
Could I see one now?
Oh, yeah, sure.
That's your right.
Okay, I'm gonna end the interview right now.
So anything I can get you?
Coffee.
- Coffee. - Black.
Black.
Hey, Bill, you know what I'm gonna get?
I'm gonna get you.
I practiced criminal defense for ten years.
Rule number one, cops are always hot to get a confession.
He used that.
You didn't cross the line.
He dragged you over it.
I don't see how.
We did everything by the book.
He swiped the recorder so you'd have no record.
He'll also claim he was never read his rights, since you
have no record of that either.
He confessed.
He'll say you coerced it out of him.
Making his confession inadmissible.
This is textbook.
He tells you where to find the gun, right after he confesses.
It's fruit of the poison tree.
Also inadmissible.
Sir, I said you can't go in there.
Honey. I just did.
Chief Mannion, I'm Matthew Kenton.
I represent Bill Wallace.
This is his father.
And you'd better have a damn good explanation
for why my client...
- Vanny? - Vanny?
Hello, Matt.
- I'll wait outside. - Oh hey, no, stay.
Oh, come on. It's getting interesting.
Vanny and Matt.
What are you doing to my son?
He's a suspect in a homicide.
That is outrageous.
You've got the wrong person, Matthew.
I want to see him, chief.
- Hey, Kevin - We'll show you the way.
I'll catch you later, gorgeous.
Ooh.
Hey, wait a minute.
Gorgeous. No, I'm sorry.
Vanny. Vanny.
So you know him, huh?
Well, everybody knows him.
Can catch him on the six of news once a week.
Sure. Come on.
Okay.
We go all the way back to college.
We met at a demonstration.
Really?
Well, that figures.
So then what, you're in practice together?
No.
About a million years ago, Matt and I were married.
See you later.
Chief, how many ways can you say no case?
My client was grilled for hours.
He was denied a lawyer.
He never asked for a lawyer.
He specifically waived his right to counsel.
He asked for me, the best attorney in the country.
So your client told my detectives that
you're his godfather?
And that I know the law and they should
have stopped right there.
Hell, look at the tapes.
He kept saying he wanted to go home.
He could have any time he wanted to,
the tape shows that.
His confession is tainted.
It was forced and no judge is gonna accept it.
You know, I bet this makes your day, doesn't it?
Murder, getting off on a technicality.
Well, first of all, that's a slanderous accusation.
And secondly, don't blame me if the system works.
System works if your client gets what he deserves.
Well, I'm on the left, you're on the right.
We could do this dance all day long.
Why don't you just let him go?
Cause he's guilty.
Not if you can't prove it, chief.
Not if you can't prove it.
I want the record to show that my client has not been
charged and he is willing to cooperate.
Alright, now, Mister Wallace, you said that you witnessed
the murder of Jean Paul Bertrand.
Yes.
And you said you saw two men do it.
Can you describe the killers?
Well, they were black.
They looked really mean and they wore ski masks.
How do you know? I mean, how could you tell?
- Tell what? - That they looked real mean.
- They wore ski masks. - I don't know.
They just did.
So you said that you were angry and that you've been
out walking all night.
That's how you...
Came to the crime scene, alright.
Yeah, right.
Now, you own a silver Lexus.
Is that correct?
License number AQ 506 D.
Sorry.
You got a parking ticket last night.
It was fifth and Monroe, about six blocks from where
Mister Bertrand was gunned down.
But it's nowhere near where you live, work, or go to school, so.
What was the car doing there?
You tell me.
You seem to have this whole thing figured out.
Mind if we look through your car?
- Anytime. - Look, I think we're done here.
If you want to file murder charges based
on a parking ticket.
Have you ever read Nietzsche, chief?
No, of course not.
You have no idea what I'm talking about.
It's way over your head.
Man and Superman, if you're smart enough,
you can do whatever you want.
Boy, I tell you, that must be tough.
You know, as brilliant as you are, having to live with it.
Not so far.
Well, you're young.
What's wrong with you?
What?
You're treating my son like scum, like a gang banger,
like street trash.
Your son is a sociopath, Mister Wallace.
Phil's bright. He's...
He's high strung.
He doesn't like to be controlled, but...
A sociopath?
Murderer?
My God. If I thought that.
If his mother and I thought that, don't
you think that we would have...
What?
- Detective Hatfield? - Yeah.
I'm Officer Parras.
My partner and I found that body this afternoon.
I was just wondering if there's any preliminary ID yet or.
- Which body? - The one in the alley.
I got 27 unidentified bodies dating back nine years,
eight of them found in alleys.
Be more specific.
The one from today.
Body and advanced state of decomposition.
Female, 35 to 50 years.
Time and cause of death undetermined.
So what do we do now?
What happens next is I try to identify my other 27 bodies.
And then when that's done, I'll get to your Jane Doe.
How long will that take?
[phone rings]
Hatfield.
Alright, what's your extension?
Hold on.
Alright, shoot.
Alright.
Today.
You're right.
Thank you.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How we doing this? - Um.
I, uh.
I can't do dinner with you tonight.
I've got something I need to take care of.
You are canceling on Temple Page?
I have this thing, and I didn't know it was gonna be a problem,
but it is, and I need to deal with it, so I just can't.
It's okay. It's cool.
You got a thing. It's okay.
It's fine. Don't worry about it.
I'll just. I'll catch you later.
Okay
Hey, can I get a rain check?
Sure.
Anytime.
Now, you just go back to work,
And don't worry, alright?
And make sure you tell Felicia I'll be down at the hospital
before they take her to surgery.
We might even get a chance to play some dominoes.
- Bless your heart. - Thank you, Reverend. Good night.
Temple Page.
- Boy, it's good to see you. - It's good to see you, sir.
Come on inside.
You know, I was just thinking about you the other day.
- Really? - Mm hmm.
Uh, Glenda was ordering the lavender roses
to plant in the spring.
Right.
You know, the lavender rose was Giselle's favorite flower.
Yeah.
She wanted him in her wedding bouquet.
Of course. You know that.
Well, how is misses Hamilton?
Well, she misses Giselle every day, just like I do.
I guess that'll never go away.
Yeah.
You know, it's funny.
Sometimes I'm driving my car or listening to music
or doing my laundry,
and I feel like I hear a voice.
Yes.
The love will never leave you, Temple.
Is there something on your mind, son?
I met somebody.
Somebody who makes me feel like it's possible to...
She makes me feel like a lot of things are possible.
Yes. Like falling in love again, huh?
Yeah.
It's okay.
Listen, you don't need my permission to get on
with your life.
Temple, Giselle would have wanted you to be happy,
that you live a good life.
It's the best way to honor her.
Thank you, sir.
I can't keep doing this.
This is called love, Kendall.
How was the love before your wife decided to reconcile?
Before you decided you couldn't leave your kids?
Now it's sneaky.
I don't want to live my life like this.
- Do you? - No.
No.
But I don't want to live my life without you either.
Gordon.
I'm sorry.
Gordon, you can't keep doing this.
Why not?
Hmm?
Why not?
Tell me.
The kids had a rough night, but at least they're together.
Yeah, good.
Chief Mannion, Jeffrey Strauss, INS.
I believe you know Mister Gillis.
Chief, Mister Gillis is willing to swear that
the Bertrand children left their apartment with you yesterday.
Those children are in the United States illegally.
Hiding them from our agency is a crime.
You have 1 hour to produce them or face the consequences.
You're lost.
Hey.
Well, I mean, there's just so many lawyers, you know,
there should never be this many lawyers in one building.
It's just...
It's unpatriotic or something.
No. Judge Sophie Roseman. There she is.
Oh. Immigration court.
- Third floor. - Alright.
You're seeing an immigration judge about the Bertrand kids?
Yeah.
INS caught up with them, they're looking at deportation.
Hey, Kavanaugh, there's something on my mind here
about this Matt Kenton guy.
Now, was that one of those uppity, prearranged,
rich family marriage kind of deals?
No, love at first sight.
Oh, come on.
You're killing me.
Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.
- About Kenton? - The kids.
I feel responsible.
Well, you're not.
I put the thought into Wallace's head.
Yeah, well, he decided what he was gonna
do with it, didn't he?
The ages of the children are 16, nine and six.
The only thing they had in their life was their father.
And now he's gone.
But that doesn't change the rules.
They can apply for political asylum,
but chances are they won't get it.
Cause they're Haitian and black.
Their trial won't come up for months, maybe years.
And they'll have to spend the whole time at detention.
So isn't it better just to send them back?
To Haiti?
Your honor, the crime rate in Port au Prince makes hell
look like a nice neighborhood.
But they've been here five years.
There's nobody they know back there.
Their relatives are all dead, gone or disinterested.
You send them back, they're going to end up on
the streets or even worse.
I feel for them, Chief Mannion,
I want you to know that I'm not just...
Do something to help them.
What? What do you want me to do?
Fast track their hearing.
Put them up for political asylum.
Make sure they get it.
That can happen with your signature.
That is highly irregular.
But it's doable.
Your Honor, their father, Mister Bertrand, had a dream.
He wanted a better life for his children.
He can't give it to him.
You can.
The Jane Doe from yesterday.
I signed out her affects from the morgue.
Nobody else was claiming him.
Talk about traveling light.
A woman's whole life, it came down to this.
Greek letters, maybe a sorority pin.
Why are you so interested all of a sudden?
I just keep thinking, how can somebody not be missed?
Die, and nobody gives a damn?
How come no one reported her missing?
Her name wasn't Jane Doe, Ray.
Chief.
Tracked down Wallace's classmates.
Their alibis look good.
His classmates didn't want to hang out with him, though.
His ex girlfriend said that he weirded her out.
They only went together for a couple months.
What about Wallace's car?
Cleen changed his clothes, maybe even took a shower
before he got in.
All right, let's check some of the motels in the area.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
- What do you got here? - Not much.
Well, no crime scene's clean.
It's not possible. The kid's not that good.
Well, so far he is.
I could look at you forever.
You're not making this very easy, Gordon.
I don't want to.
I don't want to make it easy for you to leave me.
Hi.
Pick up for Debreno.
Is it someone from work?
Here, keep the change.
Well, you're not gonna tell me.
Yeah, thank you. We're on our way.
All right, lab is ready.
We going over there.
Good.
Just saw Kendall Truman in there,
with some dude.
Yes, so?
There was some intense something going on.
Guess I'm just gonna have to move her
down on my list of potentials.
Yeah, like you were even on hers.
Hey, guy can dream.
Can't he?
Hairs in the vic's clothes matched his kids.
What is that?
Dust from Bertrand's shoes.
No good unless we get matching dust from the suspect.
Is this what the victim was wearing when he was killed?
Yeah.
We found carpet and blanket fibers.
Generic.
They're in about 10 million homes.
Got a light?
Look.
What is that?
Glass.
- Chief. - Yeah.
Luke Bertrand ran away.
Dorothy Nixon got a phone call
from the foster home an hour ago.
What about Francois and Isabel?
Fine, they're still there?
Chief?
Yeah, what happened to knocking, Kendall?
I'm sorry, chief, but we have a situation.
Mister Wallace was detained by the MPD for hours,
interrogated mercilessly, and now he's being harassed.
His friends are being intimidated.
His entire life has been turned upside down.
Excuse me, sir.
Mister Wallace still has his life.
John Paul Bertrand was not that lucky.
My client wanted to help solve the murders.
He volunteered to tell the police what he had witnessed.
But now they cover up their own incompetence because they
cannot find the real killers.
They're hounding him.
Oh, come on.
Tell me you're not that gullible.
I am filing a $100 million lawsuit
against the MPD, violating Mister Wallace's civil rights.
Mannion is a cartoon cop.
He can't protect his own parking lot.
How can he protect the city?
Bill, I really think you ought to go to the hospital.
I'm fine.
Sit over there till I'm finished.
A day at the beach, chief.
That's what this suit's gonna be.
Where'd you get the gun?
Um, a guy on the street.
I don't know his name.
He just gave it to me for $10.
Can you help me find him?
Um, did I kill him?
No.
Okay, so am I going to jail?
Probably.
And the man who murdered my father's free?
You should have come to me, Luke.
No.
I should have shot him better.
You want me to represent Luke Bertrand?
Yeah.
Look, he needs the best defense he can get.
And, you know, checking around, your name came up.
He shot the man in front of
half the television cameras in this city.
Mm hmm.
He was distraught over his father's death.
He thought the killer was gonna go free.
The best defense Luke Bertrand could have is for you
to charge William Wallace with his father's murder.
I agree.
So let me know if I can be of help.
- Where are we going? - We're not going anywhere.
You gotta get busy, counselor.
Eyeglasses. See?
Are you sure?
2080 severe astigmatism.
Your suspect wear eyeglasses?
He does, according to his driver's license.
But I don't recall him wearing any except his sunglasses.
Yeah, but remember, he was squinting when
he was gonna write out that statement for us.
He shoots Bertrand,
bends over the body
to make sure he's dead.
Or to look for a shell case.
He bends over the body, the glasses fall off.
They look okay, and he doesn't notice that they're chipped.
We gotta find those glasses.
We'd like to have a look around your apartment, mister Wallace.
No.
How did she die?
Exposure.
She wasn't a drug addict, misses Cartwright.
She was clean.
This is Rachel before.
She's lovely.
She favored you?
Yes.
I knew she was mentally ill when she went to college.
I didn't want to face it.
She had a breakdown that spring.
Ran away.
I looked for her for years.
She never called me.
She never thought to let me know she was right here
all the time.
Why do you think?
I wish I knew, Mrs. Cartwright.
We're very sorry for your loss.
This is the shard we found in Jean Paul Bertrand's sweater.
These are Wallace's glasses.
The shard matches the nick in one of the lenses.
The prescription of the shard matches Wallace's prescription.
But here's the kicker.
There are traces of blood inside the hinge.
Billy boy couldn't see well enough to wipe it off.
But the lab got enough blood to make a DNA test.
Here's Jean Paul Bertrand's.
Good work, detectives.
Mr. Wallace MPD.
He's running out the back.
William Wallace?
Are you William Wallace?
Yes.
You're under arrest for the murder of Jean Paul Bertrand
You have the right to remain silent.
If you choose to give up that right, anything you say
can and will be used against you in the court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one.
One will be appointed to you by the court.
Do you understand these rights?
Do you understand these rights?
Yes.
The masters have been abolished.
The morality of the common man has triumphed.
That's my favorite quote from Nietzsche.
Too sad.
They were mother and daughter.
There's a lot of love there.
They just lost each other.
At least now she can give her daughter a decent burial.
You went above and beyond on this one, Nancy.
- You did good. - No.
Couldn't stop thinking about her.
She was alone.
She was sick.
Could have been any of us.
- Yeah. - Hi.
Hey. How you doing?
Hey. Got a word for you.
Trepanation.
Trepanation is basically the drilling of a hole in the skull
for any specific purpose.
Now, see, I got onto that because I was looking
up this Egyptian...
The process the Egyptians had for taking the brain
out through the nose during the embalming process.
You know, who knows what you're gonna run into
when you're on that kind of a search engine.
Right?
I wanted to do that to a few judges.
How can I help you?
The us attorney gave Luke a good deal.
Five years, suspended Senate's community service
and counseling.
My gosh, Bruce Logan did that?
I don't suppose you had anything to do with it?
Not a thing, I don't play politics, Cavanaugh.
I told you that.
Okay.
- Anyway, are you hungry? - I'm starving.
- I'm hungry. - We eat together a lot.
Why do you think that is?
- Sublimation. - Mmm.
I love that word.
Yeah, from the Latin, sublimus, you know.
Which is diverting the expression
of a natural disorder impulse
from its primitive form.
To one more socially or culturally acceptable.
There you go.
Bet you I know a lot more words than your friend Matt.
Janet, let's not get into that
whole whose words are bigger thing.
Yeah, well, in case we do, mine are.
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