Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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