Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I know that look.
Febrairu 9, 2011
What was your reasoning?
You will be fine. You're something else.
- Oh, shit, that's Mrs. Blackwell. - You killed my son!
Valpo? Valparaiso? It's, uh... Ugh, Mom.
Not my... My brother?
- You got my Bit O'Honey, old man? - Check it out.
There's no we here, Henry. This was an accident, period.
Dershowitz?
Might cost you your job.
...and extract the truth from your ass...
I don't wanna hear it. Unless he killed somebody, you're on your own.
Hank!
...the most selfish and the most generous person I know.
- You're welcome. - Fuck.
Straighten it out. Back, back, back.
If he'd meant to hurt her, he would have.
All right, speed it up, man.
Janairu 23, 1995
Murder?
I see.
Your mother insisted that he try.
...to bind this over for trial.
We caught it too late to cut it out.
...all the people that stood before you, the leniency...
Dad, you were cute once.
...you enter the mini-mart...
...and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Oh.
Depends on the verdict.
D.C.? Georgetown?
Brownie meetings are which night? Soccer?
Janairu 1, 1995
Grace and I are here if you need anything.
But you'll have to do so after you've completed your testimony.
His condition is advanced.
Mysterious ways.
- Yes, this is my place. - What did I bust into it for?
Yeah. Whole force out, huh?
Overruled.
- Your mother nailed me for it. - Mm.
You know, uh...
You were headed down the wrong path. I did what I thought was right.
The preliminary hearing is set for next Friday.
Here it is. I met Carla at the tavern. Blind.
Army who?
Just lost your wife?
You're a big boy.
And he still goes there every Wednesday to play chess with Doc Morris.
- Where you going? - Get some air.
Janairu 31, 1995
God. Okay. There?
...that's a pretty big old boy, on a steel bicycle.
Shit-for-brains, am I speaking Korean? Stop the goddamn car.
It's not really ready yet, but...
There's your bumper sticker.
Then you can say goodbye to your dreams of flags flying at half-mast when you're dead.
Wow. This is a lawsuit right here. Don't get sued before you lose your next case.
My wife just died.
Why?
Nothing I can't handle.
Oh, my God, there he is. Look.
- That's awful! - He says, Jump, you say, How high?
I wanna hold the presentation of evidence until I've taken testimony...
It's your right to seek other counsel if you so choose.
I found her by the hydrangeas.
Thank you, Your Honor. No further questions.
I don't know what to do. What would you do?
Check, sign and date.
...how would he know?
To slap a bag on it.
Bound by his wishes or his vanity?
Doesn't add up.
Yeah, I'd love to walk out on it, but I can't.
What's her teacher's name?
Hey. Thanks.
You asking me if I believe in God?
- Ah! Don't you do it when I do it. - Ha, ha.
...for a change of venue?
I don't know why you're not hanging off a mountain with him right now.
That's what that was.
Don't worry, everyone. I got it.
oxycodone-paracetamol in his blood. Percocet.
Huh.
It's called chemo brain.
Janairu 2, 1995
Fill it up.
For how long?
Order.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Hey, don't I know you?
Palmer?
For all I know, I never hit anything or anybody!
I also clerked two years for Justice Roberts on the Indiana Supreme Court.
See? He's playing chess.
...and you always will be.
followed me into the pisser to unload...
We'll see you there, Hank.
See you in hell !
Anyway, for what it's worth?
She and I stayed close. Gee, I just saw her Tuesday.
Sir, I appreciate the primer in DNA evidence analysis.
- Got you. - Mm-hm.
Uh, just so you know...
- Not in this house. - Dad! Shit!
Morning.
Hey-
Listen to me. Ulysses S. Grant held this country together.
...stick with it.
We don't want a lot of caterwauling.
I'm gonna get a coffee.
Punctuality issues, equal confidence in bloom...
- Hmm? - Up my ass.
Janairu 20, 1995
Why?
- Oh, maybe I'm gonna strangle her. - Ha-ha-ha.
But you never came.
Damn it, Hank.
That one.
- Why, Sam? - Why?
Who's got the felony DWI?
But no, no, routines are important. Close the door. Go.
Same willful disobedience...
Who gives a shit? You'll die in prison.
Yeah, baby. I wish you'd met her.
No mother should have to bury her child. Thank you, ma'am.
Yep.
Uh, what is that? Can you help me?
I was gonna say Welcome to Carlinville.
There's no route from the mini-mart home where that makes sense.
Is there something I can do?
Yeah, why don't you show us what you've been working on?
Febrairu 22, 2011
...I feel like I should prep you before you meet Grandpa Palmer.
You read that.
No further questions, Your Honor.
That's a stage.
Now, was I tough on you? Yes.
Nothing changes.
I'm gonna impale your client on a first-degree murder charge.