Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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