Oh, my God. The Adventures of Mabel. I–I haven't thought about this in forev–You remember this, Chuck?
I do. Harry Thurston Peck.
Yeah. Mabel goes into the mountain, and she meets the king of the Brownies and he gives her some kind of super-delicious jelly and–Holy crap, 1912.
Yeah. It belonged to Granny Davenport. She wrote her name in it. She was reading that to her schoolkids the year the Titanic went down.
Damn. And Mom read it to me.
I read it to you. You don't remember.
Yeah, yeah, I do now that you say it, yeah. What was I? Like, five or six?
You had had this weird nightlight that you were so crazy about. It was, uh... It was...
It was some Daffy Duck ripoff with a weird red mouth—
Bill. Yeah, the bill. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. And it used to get so hot we thought it would burn the house down, but you wouldn't let anybody touch it.
Yeah, that's—You got a great memory, Chuck. The red bill and everything. Hey, what was the name of that little girl that lived, uh, three houses up from us? She had, like, a...
...painful haircut. And she was always in the dirt, always dirty...
...I liked her. She was al–
Jimmy. Don't think I'll ever forget what happened here today. And you will pay.
Crisis averted, I guess. I mean, he's back to being the same old Chuck, so...
Depends. It may or may not involve that thing you said you never, ever wanted to discuss.
Okay, then thanks. I gotta get back to it.
How about we call it a day? I'll buy you some dinner.
You're kidding, right? You realize how far behind I am; not to mention, now I've got eight entire wills to finish up.
What are you talking about? I'll do the wills.
'Course I will... do the wills. They're my clients.
They're my clients. You and I aren't partners, remember? Once I take these people on, I can't just reassign them to you.
Aw, come on. Why are you getting all, like, legal on me, huh? Who cares?
Look, I told every single one the situation: that they'd be getting me instead of you. I tried to talk 'em all into coming back another day, six of them left. Maybe you'll get those back. Look, if this is about the money-
It's not about the money. You can keep the money.
Don't act like I wanted this! Jesus, like I need more on my plate? [Jimmy looks melancholy] Are you mad?
I'm not mad. I'm just, uh... thinking about things. For ten minutes today, Chuck didn't hate me. I forgot what that felt like.
[Chuck plays Jimmy's confession tape for Howard]
I don't even know where to begin... but yes, I believe you. Your brother is one world-class son of a bitch. No offense. I just really wish you'd told me about these plans of yours before you went out and did it.
I know, Howard, and I regret misleading you. It's just that a certain vérité had to be established.
I'm not talking about the heart attack that you nearly gave me. Chuck, this tape... I'm not sure exactly what it accomplishes. Look, you know evidentiary rules better than I do, but a secretly recorded tape with a problematic chain of evidence? You're gonna have a hell of a time getting that admitted.
And if you somehow put it in front of a jury, Jimmy'd call a dozen audio experts, say that voice isn't his, say the tape had been edited.
Are you thinking about playing this for Kevin Wachtell at Mesa Verde? Because as much as I would love to, that ship has sailed. We're never getting them back, regardless.
Oh, I doubt we could even get in the door over there.
Chuck, if that tape is useless in a court of law and no help in the court of public opinion, what's the point? Because I can't think of a single use for it!
