This feels a little dramatic.
Your loan's due. 11,000.
My aunt has an apartment for rent in Echo Park.
My aunt thinks you're attractive.
Does it bother you when you leave here
because I have another client showing up?
It bothers me a little bit.
I like to think we have something a little different.
- Hi. - I'm sorry I'm late.
I'm Keegan Deane. I'm Finn's dad.
I'm Stacy Mullen, Finn's English teacher.
Never had a teacher like you
made it worthwhile to be on time.
Keys to the man cave.
Come on over any time you want.
You wanted to see me about something, dad?
Somebody call an ambulance! A man has collapsed.
Doctor says, the longer
he remains unresponsive, the less chance there is
he'll ever wake up.
Mikki, come on.
I don't know, Kee.
I don't think I can do this.
- I want you to do it. - I don't know.
I know that, but I'm scared.
- Don't be. - What if I hurt you?
- You? - Yeah.
- Hurt me? - Yeah.
- Not in a million years. - Mm-hmm.
Just get in there and get a good grip on it
and pull the thing.
Will you please just go and see a dentist?
- No. - Why not?
Because the last time I went,
it cost me 7 grand and my favorite bicuspid.
Now climb on, get busy.
Which one is it?
It's a molar.
It's all the way in the back.
Okay.
- Open. - Okay.
Okay. Open.
Don't move.
Okay.
- Just don't-- Open. - Okay.
- Okay. Okay. - Shh.
It's gonna hurt.
- I know that. - Okay, I'm gonna start pulling.
Shh, no.
- I got it. - Uh-huh.
- One, two... - One--
Weird. I think you knocked it back into place.
That's strange. All better.
- Honestly. - Right.
Ow.
Maddy, I know it's been there for ten years.
I put it there.
I don't get it-- what's a little box of my stuff
sitting in the back of a dark garage
where you never go-- I--
All right, drop it off tonight,
and I'll get it then.
Hi, Mrs. Wu. I got held up on the phone.
- Sorry. - Keegan, hello.
Hi.
He says, "Good morning."
Can he still give me a lift?
It's a little tricky day today, Keegan.
Deliveries.
No, I don't want to impose.
I just--
There's a funeral.
The dead man was a very, very close friend of mine.
You've had one of the most consistent...
You play football?
You watch football, Mr. Wu?
Huh?
You like football, Mr. Wu?
You like it? Huh?
You don't like football.
- Hello. - Hey, listen, that Packers-Vikings game--
- What's the spread on that? - Man, come on, not again, man.
No, no, no, Roy, Roy, what are you doing?
Don't be like that.
- What's the over/under? - 36.
I'll take the under for five dimes.
Then I want to parlay it with the skins game.
What's the under on the Skins game?
Oh, come on, man.
You're already under water half a mile,
you stupid bastard.
Just tell me--
Roy.
Kee.
Hey, Roy, Roy.
You got that? Am I down?
Roy. Thank you.
Am I down?
Just telling somebody about how down we are today.
- It's a tragedy. - Mr. Mayor.
Now is not the time. I have no comment.
My father was many things.
He was a man's man
and a lawyer's...
lawyer.
He was a man and a lawyer.
A lawyer who could turn a jury on its head
or who could turn a case...
on its head...
for a jury.
We all know how much my father...
hated losing, so it was a good thing
for all concerned
that he very rarely won-- lost.
Sorry.
He very rarely lost.
He was a straight shooter.
He's off to the races.
He's at the 45, the 40, the 35,
to the 30.
He's got a lane down the sidelines.
The 20, the 10, 5, touchdown!
Whoo-hoo!
Bourbon, please.
- Sir. - Thanks.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
- It drives you crazy, doesn't it? - What's that?
The fact that you can't charm her.
There's one woman in the world
that can see right through you.
You can see through me, Scarlet.
I can feel you undressing me with your eyes right now.
What do you think? Got boxers, briefs?
- What do you think? - Oh, Kee,
knowing your relationship with clean laundry,
I would say neither.
This is nice.
Black really suits you.
Ah.
Well, that's why I prefer funerals to weddings.
Yeah, me too.
At least there's a sense of finality.
Weddings are so inconclusive.
How's he doing?
Really?
Oh, boy.
Gently.
Hey, pal.
How you doing?
- I want to be alone. - Okay.
All right, let's just do a toast to him, get it over with.
- Kee. - Arthur, you're gone now,
but you leave behind a wonderful son,
his beautiful wife, their children.
- Kee-- - This is the kindest,
most decent man I know, and, Arthur,
I don't know how the hell you did it,
'cause you were always
the most relentlessly miserable son of a bitch.
He was my father.
- I know. - You don't know anything.
I know you.
- You don't have a clue. - I know that you want to cry,
but you can't, 'cause you're feeling
a whole new sensation,
and that's called freedom, Ben.
This might just be the happiest day of your life.
I hated him.
Don't tell me.
I hated you.
You were a bully.
You only cared for your-- This is really stupid.
No, no, no, no, it's great.
You got him on the ropes.
He's not even fighting back.
He liked you.
- Me? - Thought you had balls.
He never thought I had balls.
- I have balls, Kee. - I know.
I've seen 'em. You got two,
which is the number we're all aiming for.
Give me some.
- I need a favor. - Anything.
Dad had this case.
I mean, I have this case.
And I just need some time, it would really help me--
- Does it pay? - It's murder.
- First-degree? - Yeah.
- Special circumstances? - Don't get too excited.
It'll never go to trial. Client's a nut job.
- So it doesn't pay. - Gets worse.
I have to pay?
Scarlet's prosecuting.
Oh, God.
So much for your balls.
Who's the nut job?
City hall so far remains in a state of stunned silence
after the arrest of the Mayor's top economic advisor
Graham Murray, for both murdering and eating
the remains of a young accountant, Paul Wilson.
Murray, seen here with the Mayor
on election night three years ago,
was not only set to be the chief architect
of the city's financial rescue plan--
Playing my song.
You're defending the cannibal?
You got any advice for me?
Yeah. Wear long sleeves.
Heard he's a genius at picking the stock market.
Nobody better.
Maybe you should ask for a couple of tips.
That's a good idea.
Yeah. Bourbon and water.
No, no. No time for that.
Let's go out back.
Are you going to Bobby's thing on Thursday?
Yeah.
Want to go in half on a gift?
Yeah, why not?
- He likes those fancy English TV shows. - I know it.
I was thinking about getting him a box set of that new one,
- that Downtown Abbey. - Downton.
- What? - Downton, not Downtown.
See, that's why I don't watch that frou-frou stuff.
- I know. - What the hell is a Downton anyway?
What is it? I don't know what it is.
Keegan, you're $67,000 in the hole.
I know it, I know it. I got it.
Victor said he needs half of that by the end of the month.
Right--
Roy, big favor.
I may need an actual root canal here, so if you could just--
See you on Thursday.
You gonna need a ride?
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I'm so thrilled.
That's fantastic.
I know.
- Why are you packing? - We're homeless again.
- What? - Mr. Stein's coming back early.
He's only been gone for four days.
He said we could use the office for a month.
What happened to the second honeymoon?
- Tourist then. - Leanne!
They were skiing, first day on the slopes,
Mrs. Stein fell and broke her leg.
Second honeymoon over.
Why is she skiing?
That woman's the size of a small shed.
Have you seen those movers' affidavits?
So you have Harry at 10:00.
No, sorry, you have Harry at 10:00.
I know. That's why I need the affidavits.
High-range DUI at 11:00.
Verbal assault at 12:00.
I'm sorry. Can I call you back?
Break-and-entry at 3:00.
And there's a rumor, I'm not sure
if this is true,
but somebody saw Margaret
in the lobby today.
No, no, Margaret's gone.
- She left town. - Keep your eyes open.
That's all I'm saying.
Margaret doesn't scare me, Leanne.
So why do you have a restraining order against her?
I need you to find out everything you can
- about cannibals. - Cannabis. Oh, goodie.
No, cannibals, Leanne, not cannabis.
People who eat people.
I need to build a history-- case studies, PSIs,
indictments, everything.
Hey, is it true Bill Hocking's wife
tried to stab him this weekend?
With a knitting needle, just missed his heart.
That means his office is free. He's on the 12th floor.
Talk to his assistant.
Her name's Tatiana.
Your Honor, as promised, I am able to provide you
with the English translations of the affidavits
sworn by my Bulgarian movers.
As you can see, they attest to the fierce storm
on the relevant date, which caused significant water damage
to my financial documentation, unfortunately.
Your Honor, the IRS would seek to cross-examine
these witnesses.
Mr. Deane?
They are ready, willing,
and able, Your Honor.
I would like to put this matter to rest.
This is a waste of the court's time,
it's a waste of my time,
and it's about time we settled this
with a sense of justice and clarity.
Rain so much.
Falling.
- Dogs. - Dogs.
What exactly do you mean,
Mr. Radoslavov, when you say "Dogs"?
Dogs. From sky.
Is word, yes?
Yes, it's a word, which,
when put in a proper sentence,
I usually have no problem understanding.
Your Honor, clearly Mr. Radoslavov is trying
to express the term "It was raining cats and dogs."
Yes. He understand.
Okay, you know, let's get back to the issue at hand,
which is the rain-damaged files of Mr. Deane.
Now how do you know that they were financial records?
Not records.
You saw them?
I saw.
Not records.
So there were no financial records
among the rain-damaged property.
No records. CDs now.
Your Honor, it's impossible.
I quite agree with Mr. Potter, Your Honor.
I had no idea that Mr. Radoslavov's English
was this limited, and may I suggest
a continuance until we can find
a suitably qualified
Bulgarian-speaking court translator?
Your Honor, please, no.
I don't think we have any other choice,
now that this unfortunate but not entirely
unpredictable gate has been opened.
I'll see you both here
- in six weeks. - Thank you, Your Honor.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Was I great or what?
Great.
- Yeah. - You need bail?
No, I got a continuance.
This card is no good, sir.
You're not going to believe this, Kee.
I checked everywhere.
Cannibalism, it turns out,
- is not a crime. - You're kidding me.
Nope. Nothing on the books, state or federal.
So the actual charge in these cases
- is murder, right? - Right.
It's rather comforting to know
you can legally eat your kill.
- It's not a total waste. - That's great.
Thank you.
What do you know?
Cannibalism is not a crime.
What do you mean it's not a crime?
Don't sweat it, Marcus.
"Don't sweat it, Marcus."
Is that your considered advice?
It's an election year,
and it turns out I've entrusted
the city's finances to a cannibal.
I was eight points ahead.
And now I'm what?
Down 6.7.
Down 6.8. 6.9.
I get the idea.
So what's the plan, geniuses?
Well, there's Section 7052 of the Health And Safety Code.
The Health And Safety Code.
Yeah, it deals with human remains,
and there's a felony charge.
I'm not going out there to tell the world's media
that we could get this lunatic on a health and safety iss--
- Who are you? - Marcus.
We really believe this will go away very quickly.
We'll get him on the murder charge,
- he'll plead insanity-- - He better,
because if this thing drags on
and becomes a full-blown trial,
I will become a very unfunny political joke.
Get out.
- Hello? - Surprise. I'm on time for once.
Who is this?
Is Mikki there?
Mikki moved out.
If you have a problem, Jules is upstairs.
Kee, I swear to you, I am just as upset
as you are.
These girls are like family, and when one of them retires
- and moves on-- - Retires? What are you talking about?
Well, the small ones, they set a financial goal.
- Once they reach it, poof, they are gone. - No, no, no.
It wouldn't be like that.
And speaking of finances,
you still owe me for your last five sessions.
Jules needs her green, Mr. Deane.
The number you dialed has been disconnected.
I mean, she would have said something to me.
She wouldn't just leave like that.
Well, she did leave. She's gone.
Now I have some new girls if you like.
There's a blonde. I know you like blondes.
Yeah, just give me the new number, Jules.
- Come on. - I can't do that.
Give me the new number.
- I can't give that to you. - I want that-- I just--
I need it because I want to make sure she's okay.
- She's okay. - Give me the number, Jules!
Step back, brother.
This ain't no skinny white bitch
Heidi Fleiss you're dealing with.
This is me. This is Jules.
You want the dogs on you?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, keep bringing the disrespect.
- I need that number. - No, I can't do that.
Now she has your number.
If she wants to, she will use it.
Now unless you're thinking about a new girl,
I strongly suggest you run along.
You hear me?
And, Kee, honey?
Be smart for a change. Forget about her.
Who's hungry, babies?
It's a practice as old as time itself.
In some societies, it's considered a cultural norm.
Certain tribes eat the remains of the dead
as part of their grieving process.
- Mr. Deane. - Sorry.
- So you ate him? - I did.
You don't want to think about that for a minute
or mull it over?
- I ate Paul Wilson. - Okay.
I got some forms. I need you to fill 'em out here.
I'm sure you're busy,
but you're aware the charge is murder, right?
I'm not a murderer, Mr. Deane.
I'm an economist.
Economist. I know, I know.
I'd been led to believe that you were tenacious,
that you would vigorously defend
what many consider to be indefensible.
But I'm betting
the next words out of your mouth
will be to suggest a plea of not guilty by reason of insanity.
Okay, why don't you tell me what happened?
We met in an online chat room.
I posed a question.
"Is there anyone out there who wants to be eaten?"
Paul was one of the yeses.
One of the yeses?
He was an accountant.
He turned out to be a bit of a fan, actually.
We discussed the market for a while.
Did you give him any tips?
What would he want with stock tips
- given the circumstances? - Yeah, you're right.
That was--
We had a couple of drinks.
He went off to take the pills.
Mm.
- What pills? - The pills that killed him.
An hour later, he was dead,
and I went about my business.
Nobody was murdered, Mr. Deane.
Paul Wilson committed suicide.
That's very interesting, Dr. Murray,
but because you ingested the victim,
there's no way to prove that.
Oh, I can prove it.
Paul Wilson himself can tell you.
He made a video confession.
You know, the lenses on these new phones
are really quite amazing.
There's a recording
of the confession on a phone?
He even filmed himself taking the pills.
Where's the phone?
At home. In my desk.
Unless-- unless the police have come and taken it.
Time's up.
Uh, please, can you do me a favor?
My wife Annie...
she hasn't come to see me.
And I'm worried that this business
has upset her a little.
Could you please tell her that I'm sorry
if I caused her any distress?
I'll let her know.
Every family has its ups and downs.
Hey, if you had given him a stock tip,
what would that have been?
Um...
Australian iron ore.
Growth in China means they'll be needing steel.
Good to know.
Mr. Mayor.
My acquaintanceship with Dr. Murray
grew out of a friendship between our respective wives.
Nevertheless, the city employed Dr. Murray
because of his considerable business skills.
It was a decision you all applauded at the time.
Mr. Mayor.
Yes, yes, Denise.
Is it true Dr. Murray was the best man
at your wedding?
What does that have to do
with our economy?
Did he organize the catering?
Oh.
Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
Mr. Deane, is the prosecution
seeking the death penalty?
Presumption of innocence.
- Dr. Murray-- - Excuse me.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Come in.
It must be so difficult,
I mean, with the reporters.
Not that the whole thing hasn't been difficult, but--
You think you know someone.
Excuse me?
After 17 years of marriage, you think you'd know someone,
and yet...
Yeah. I know.
People are funny.
Listen, Mrs. Murray, your husband
told me about a piece of evidence
that I have to follow up on.
- He said in his desk-- - You're talking about the phone.
Yes. It exists?
Yes.
He says that there's footage
of Paul Wilson taking the pills.
Yeah.
Well, I got to tell you,
it's never usually this easy. This is--
Mrs. Murray, I don't think you understand-- this is good news.
This means that your husband's not a murderer.
No. Just a cannibal.
Well, I'm not saying we should bake a cake,
but it appears there was no murder.
And since cannibalism isn't a crime,
there's a very good chance that we might be able to--
What are you suggesting?
You're not thinking of mounting a defense?
Yeah, kind of.
Graham ate someone, Mr. Deane.
- He's insane. - Okay.
He's gonna spend the rest of his life in a padded cell,
no matter what you or anybody else does.
Please, you can't.
It won't stop.
They'll never leave me alone. They will never let me forget.
I understand, but you've seen this footage.
It'll clear your husband.
Can I see the phone, please?
I destroyed it.
I smashed it to bits.
If you make me appear in court,
I will deny I ever saw the phone
or said any of this to you.
Graham has to be locked up.
This has to end.
Okay, but he didn't break the law.
You could help him.
He told me it was chicken.
Hey, am I interrupting anything?
If I said yes, would that have any impact
- on you at all? - Not really.
Then come in. My mother's here,
as well as some other people who won't like you.
All right. Okay. This is Mike.
- Mark. - He gave me a ride over here.
He's got a pizza for you.
$18.50.
$18.50?
What? Cheaper than a cab.
- Thanks a lot, Mike. - Mark.
Right now, I'm telling you right now,
I found something this afternoon that matters.
You are so unbelievable, you know that?
You burst in here, and you expect me
to drop everything, including a murder charge,
because the killer's wife remembered
- some convenient evidence? - She's not lying.
Are you back on coke?
I'm here as a professional courtesy.
There was no murder. This changes things.
- What does? - The video confession
that you haven't seen, which was recorded on a phone
that no longer exists?
- Give me a break. - Okay, we have statements
from family members and business colleagues
half a mile long.
Paul Wilson did not commit suicide.
He was about to be made a partner in his firm.
He just bought a mountain bike.
Oh, a mountain bike. Really?
That's a sign that he wasn't suicidal?
Maybe he was planning to ride it off a cliff.
He was telling his friends
about a trip to Greece next summer.
Did he tell those same friends
about the cannibal-themed website he went on
where he said he wanted to be eaten?
Enough! We're trying to enjoy
our meal.
Oh, sorry about that, Frances.
Don't mean to interrupt your plate of chicken.
Just trying to save a man's life in here.
"Save a man's life." Don't make me laugh.
This case is another example
of your love of self-promotion, self-interest,
and quick cash.
Am I going crazy in here?
Am I in some sort of, like,
legal Twilight Zone or something?
I mean, the charge is murder,
and yet my client didn't kill anyone.
Call me old-fashioned, Frances,
but I thought I should just defend that charge,
you know?
How you doing?
You will be disbarred
if your client
gets death under these circumstances.
Yeah, you'd love that,
wouldn't you, Frances?
It's what's keeping me alive.
Is that right?
Maybe it's time, Kee.
You know, yeah.
Okay, I'm going. You know why she hates me, don't you?
'Cause she knows she doesn't scare me.
The hell I don't.
Oh, and apparently it's true.
We do taste like chicken.
Sorry.
What happened to you dropping this off at my place?
I got to make a special trip over here?
What is suddenly so offensive about this box?
- I don't get it. - You really don't?
Come in.
My place isn't so big, Maddy.
For you, this is just a box of junk.
For me, this is a roommate.
Are you kidding me?
- What happened? - How can you do this?
Is this not about the box?
Our son finally finds a teacher
he connects with, and you have to take her to bed.
Took who-- What?
Stop it. I saw her coming out of your apartment.
Who?
Stacy, Finn's English teacher.
Don't try to deny it.
You-- you saw her--
Coming out of your apartment, and she had bed hair.
- Mm-hmm. - I don't know
what sort of level of infantile narcissist
you are right now, but our son has finally found
a teacher he enjoys.
I'll concede that.
And you have to-- God.
I'm sorry.
It's-- it's befuddling.
Befuddling? Befuddling?
That's your response?
Ah, it's a problem. I got a sick--
I got a-- I'm sick. Addiction.
- Sex addict problem. - You disgust me.
- Get out. Get. - I'm trying to get help.
Okay, fine. I'm leaving.
- Yeah? - I've been through all
of Wilson's phone records.
He didn't make any calls,
send any texts or emails
during the hour before he died.
Nothing, huh?
You never know, maybe he uploaded
his suicide video somewhere.
cannibalsmonthly.com,
Gourmet Cannibals...
Hey, where's this expert?
It's got to be after 3:00. Come on.
- You outside the law school? - Yeah.
- USC law school? - You said CSU.
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
No, I didn't. Check your texts.
- I-- Hello? - Check your texts.
I'm checking them right--
It's not that hard, honestly. I sent you a confirmation.
You said confirmed. That would mean--
Normally that would mean that you read it
and you'll go to the place that I--
Honestly, this is why you drive me bananas.
- Hello? - Mikki.
- Kee, hello? - Mikki!
Hey!
Hey, Mikki!
Good afternoon, everybody. My name's Keegan Deane.
I've been asked to fill in
for your regular instructor,
who's temporarily unavailable.
Anybody catch me up to where we're at here?
- Yeah. - Deceptive trade practices.
Ah, excellent, excellent.
Yeah, that's California business
and professional code.
That's deceptive trade practices
and false advertisement, yeah.
Right, these laws are actually designed
to protect innocent and trusting purchasers
from unscrupulous vendors.
If in the course of a professional transaction,
the party in which you've engaged
makes certain warranties,
are you not then entitled
to rely on these warranties?
So that if the professional tells you,
"Keegan, I'll see you Wednesday.
I'll be there,"
they should be there, right?
Right? I mean, you shouldn't--
you shouldn't be wondering where they are, you shouldn't be
- berated by a man in a caftan... - Excuse me.
...with a bunch of attack dogs
when you have a gift.
Who's-- Come--
come here.
Pop quiz, five minutes.
Wow, studying law.
I guess I should be flattered, right?
Oh, yeah, it has nothing to do with you.
My father was a lawyer before he joined the State Department.
Mikki, what the hell? I mean, no good-bye?
No text, "So long, sucker"?
I mean, nothing? Given what we had,
- I would have thought-- - We had a business relationship.
- We-- It started as a business-- - It started that way,
and that's how it ended. Oh, my God.
I just can't believe that, like, you of all people
- are this naive. - I--
Just stop.
You can't believe it? What's wrong with you?
- Can you just be you? - This is who I am.
Before this, I was who you wanted me to be.
You know, some guys want me to be a nurse,
a schoolgirl, a dominatrix, whatever.
You wanted me to be your friend,
so I was. That was the gig.
- That wasn't it. - Okay.
You can choose to believe whatever you want.
Our connection was real.
If we happen to bump into each other in the future,
I assume I can rely on your discretion.
Sir, can I get a statement, please?
Mrs. Wilson.
Mrs. Wilson, can I get a statement?
Anything would help me out. Any statement at all.
Hello.
State your name for the record.
- Dr. Graham Murray. - Raise your right hand.
I still think putting him up there is a dodgy idea.
I know it's dodgy, and I don't even speak British.
Look at them. They think he's a monster.
I need them to see a person.
Good luck.
Graham.
Do you mind if I call you Graham?
Not at all.
So you're a very smart man.
No, we're not even gonna be shy about it.
You're a brilliant man.
Saved the city from financial ruin.
That was all your doing, right?
Happily married
to the same woman for the last 17 years here,
and you're active in your church.
You are a successful, lauded,
respected...
cannibal.
I don't get it.
I really don't.
I think of a cannibal, and I see
a native with a sad-looking missionary in a black pot.
I see starving plane crash survivors
up there in the Andes.
I see Jeffrey Dahmer,
the serial killer.
Right? You didn't kill Paul Wilson, did you?
No, sir. He committed suicide.
So you don't fit the Dahmer mold.
It wasn't a religious sacrifice.
It wasn't like there wasn't
anything else to eat in Los Angeles.
Why, Graham?
I mean, all of us, we just--
Everybody wants to know why.
I was hungry.
Hungry, not in that I needed food,
hungry, in that I needed an answer.
The Mona Lisa, Michelangelo's David,
Botticelli's The Birth Of Venus,
what are they if not testaments
to the enduring glory and beauty of our own flesh?
And we all love it, don't we?
We love to kiss it, to caress it,
to pinch it, to smack it,
and even to bite it.
So why not take
this wondrous thing, the flesh of another person,
and make it part of me?
Wouldn't there be some kind of transference of spirit,
or at the very least, an increased sensitivity
or a heightened awareness or perhaps just a feeling,
a feeling of perfection,
of ecstasy, of perfect calm?
Well, I have my answer now.
Everything I needed to know about human flesh
I knew a long time ago.
Perfection was
my wife Annie's hand covering my own.
Ecstasy was the taste of her lips on mine.
Simple calm was what I felt
when I had my hand against the hollow of her back.
And now all of that is gone.
So... seems that I'm not quite
as smart as you think, Mr. Deane.
Your witness.
Dr. Murray, which part of Paul Wilson
did you cut off and eat first?
You had to start somewhere. An arm, a leg?
His head?
Order.
Hi.
Hey.
Mom home?
No.
What are you doing out here?
Waiting for Stacy.
Are you crazy?
You're gonna bring your teacher here to your house
- to have sex with her? - Mom's out for the night.
This is crossing the line, Finn. And it's me talking.
I don't even know where the line is.
Dad, she's not coming to the house.
She's just gonna pick me up.
Are you gonna tell mom?
No. You're gonna tell her.
Okay.
Yeah, no, I'm not going to do that.
Yeah, you are.
I love her.
Oh, God.
Oh, I was hoping you would say
it was testosterone-driven, sexual teen hunger.
Love? Finn, this isn't gonna go well, okay?
- You're gonna get hurt. - Dad, I can handle it.
Her and me, we're different.
- "Her and me"? - Yeah.
She's your English teacher. She's already hurting you.
Buddy, I'm supposed
to protect you, okay? I'm your dad.
So I'm just telling you
that this isn't gonna end well.
I'll think about it.
Well, think fast, okay?
'Cause your mom, she thinks I'm the one
who's hot for teacher.
I can only take her heat for so long.
After a while, it really starts to burn.
Hot.
Did you know your son visited websites
related to cannibalism?
I did not.
Oh, you didn't really know
- your son that well, right? - I beg your pardon?
I mean, he didn't confide in you.
This is his telephone records.
This is his cell usage
for the last three months.
Go ahead. Take a look.
He called this number a lot. Is that yours?
That's my daughter's number.
That's your daughter's. Okay.
And what about that number here?
- Is that yours? - No.
Oh, well, can you find your number on here?
Just take your time.
Here.
Is that it? Sorry. Two?
That's two times in--
Two times in three months?
Okay, and these are calls actually from you.
These aren't to you, correct?
What about your husband?
Go ahead. Is your husband listed on here
- at all? - No.
I'm sorry. No what?
His number isn't there.
Oh, okay, zero communication
between a father and his son
for three months and a couple of calls
from mom, but you're representing this
to be a close family to this jury.
- Your Honor. - You've made your point, Mr. Deane.
I certainly hope so, Your Honor.
- Thank you. - Ms. Leon.
Mrs. Wilson, you were a close family.
Oh, yes. My husband and I adored Paul.
My daughter worshiped him.
Paul and Dena
were as close as two siblings could possibly be.
Let me see those phone records again.
- What are you thinking? - It's... a long shot.
Take a moment, Mrs. Wilson.
_
This is gonna sound a little formal,
but it has to be right for the record.
My name is Paul Matthew Wilson.
My address is 27 Holroyd Road, Laurel Canyon.
I'm about to commit suicide.
I have here sleeping pills
purchased by myself, which I will take in order
to induce my death.
I repeat, I'm committing suicide,
and I wish for my remains to be consumed
by Dr. Graham Murray.
Sorry, Dena.
Hard to explain.
Tell dad-- Just tell him he was right all along.
He always said I was crap.
And now I will be.
Love you.
Ms. Leon?
Yes, Your Honor.
Irrespective of this new evidence,
it is our contention that the defendant
lured a vulnerable and mentally ill young man
to end his own life.
Your Honor, the State spent their entire case
telling us how mentally healthy
the deceased was.
I think we see now that my client
didn't kill Paul Wilson,
and since the charge is murder,
I believe my client's
been entirely vindicated.
Unless we want to watch the video again.
Your Honor, the State moves to dismiss
- the murder charge. - Very well.
The charge of murder is dismissed.
Dr. Murray will remain in involuntary commitment
pending further psychiatric assessment.
Court is adjourned.
Thank you, Mr. Deane.
Annie was never gonna come, was she?
No.
Yup.
I don't blame her.
- I've been a coward. - How's that?
I was never really honest with her.
I think I was scared she would discover
the real me one day.
Here I am.
For good or ill, Mr. Deane.
Dr. Murray, come with me, sir.
Don't forget.
Australian iron ore.
Margaret!
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