You know, I could say that about maybe three people that I've met in my entire life. What is it about this guy that warrants this unshakeable faith that you have in him?
When I was fourteen, my mom sent me to Edgewick Academy. I was homesick, and I didn’t have any friends, so I wrote about it. One day, I submitted a story to the literary magazine. Damian Westlake was the editor.
More than that. He called me down to his office. He sat me down, and he said, "Ricky, you have a great talent." No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Damian ... He encouraged me, he critiqued me, he always made me dig a little deeper. Without Damian Westlake, I'm a lawyer, I'm a grifter, I'm a rodeo clown, but I'm not a writer. Without him, I'm not me.
[after learning the man who killed his father years ago has been arrested] Wow, this is ... It is pretty overwhelming. I got a plane to catch, so maybe we should just talk about this later.
Michael told the cops you got in touch with him. Asked him if he wanted to make a lot of money for one night’s work. You gave him your Rolex and your car as a down payment. When your inheritance came through, he got a half million dollars and a one-way ticket to Los Angeles. He still has your Rolex. And a map that you drew of your father’s house, with a path leading straight to his bedroom.
Tell me I haven’t been believing in you all this time for nothing. [doorbell rings] That’s them. Detective Salazar and some New York detectives. They’re here to take you in. [rising from his seat] I told them you’d be a gentleman.
