13 Sins Page #3

- What do you got?

- Ostrich Boy again.

This is from the identikit of the church

arson that happened earlier today.

There's security footage, too.

I just put Richardson and Dobbs on it.

- I'll go myself.

- They just left.

- Call them back. I'll go myself.

- OK.

Challenge six for $50,000 is

a good deed, for a change.

Upstairs in 6-B lives

Mr. Shaw, a lonely man.

- Take him for a cup of coffee.

- And?

And there's a diner called Taylor's

two blocks from where you are.

Have him there with a cup of

coffee in front of him by 4:00.

Mr. Shaw?

Mr. Shaw?

Mr. Shaw?

Oh, my god.

Oh, my God.

Oh!

That man is dead.

That man is really dead.

You kill him?

Mr. Brindle, this man

took his own life.

You see there in that tub what

the meek actually inherit.

No. No, I can't.

I'm not doing that.

This is not swatting flies anymore.

It's a crime. It's desecration.

Dragging a corpse through the streets.

Are you insane? Who are you?

Two paths lie before you.

One requires a bit of courage

and leads to enough money

to settle your debts,

keep Michael safe, and

provide your child

everything from a pony

to a college education.

The other leads to

loveless poverty.

All that requires is you

just continue being you.

- You don't know me.

- Well...

No, you don't know me. You

don't know anything about me!

Maybe you've done research, maybe you

know facts, but you do not know me!

You have until 4:00. Mr. Shaw

takes his coffee black.

- Hi there. How we all doing today?

- Great.

- My name is Jeanette...

- He's just gonna have a cup of coffee.

- Black, please.

- OK.

- And for you?

- Nothing for me.

If you're sitting at the booth,

you have to order something.

Well, I'm gonna be going, so...

- I'll have a cheeseburger.

- The Bernars burger?

Yeah, that sounds great.

OK. And you get sides with that.

Your choices are baked

potato, baked beans...

- Baked beans. The baked beans.

- OK.

My name is Jeanette, and I

will be taking care of you.

Great. Can you just take care of me?

You don't have to explain

any of the procedure or anything.

He just really needs a cup of coffee.

Thank you.

She puts in for a transfer,

he takes early retirement.

Scoot.

- We ain't gonna fit in this booth...

- That's true.

I think so. There you go.

Come on, get it...

Wide load.

- I remember.

- Right.

- OK. Three regular and one decaf.

- Yeah.

Good and hot, fresh pot.

- Sugar.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

The hair of the dog.

- Hey, hey!

- You got a problem here, sir?

No. Not at all. I, uh...

- I was waiting before you. I'm sorry.

- Excuse me?

I, uh...

Why don't we step outside real

quick and have a word about this?

- Is that a flask?

- What?

- Is that a flask on the table?

- I'm gonna need you to step outside.

You know that's not

just a code infraction.

In uniform, it's a 306.

My guess is you've never been

to a diversion program before.

Make you open up to a shrink like three

days a week, and there's group sessions.

They show films about empowerment.

There's reading materials, too.

You want your coffee? Please.

No? OK.

Drink your coffee, buddy.

Did you see how it

went down back there?

Kudos! We were so impressed

by the way you avoided arrest

during challenge six, we've

decided, what the hell,

to count that as challenge

seven completed as well.

- Thank you so much!

- You'll be less pleased to hear

your brother's doctor's office just

received an anonymous phone call

alerting them to the fact that Michael

would soon no longer be insured.

- What?

- His file's already marked for review.

But none of this matters,

of course, if you win.

- Who was that?

- He said he was a reporter.

What was he asking you?

If you guys had said anything about

other things the guy might have done,

the destruction of a sacred place.

He gave you something?

- Yes.

- Before the next challenge,

please take out your New

Orleans Parish Library card.

My library card?

- I don't have it.

- No, you don't.

You dropped it back at Taylor's

Diner, where it's been found.

It won't be long till they trace the

number to you, if they haven't already.

You're facing at least

ten years in prison

for arson, assault, and

desecration of a corpse.

But here's the good news.

If you successfully

complete all 13 challenges,

we will make all these

charges go away.

It's what we do for winners.

Losers, however, are on their own.

Try to think of this in the

most positive, empowering way

as a gun pointed to your head.

Mr. Vogler?

Mr. Vogler!

Mr. Vogler!

I'm with the police.

I'm not here to arrest you.

You were at the diner today.

You seem to know something

about a man I'm looking for.

- I can't trust you.

- You saw my badge.

That doesn't mean anything! They got

cops working for them, I'm sure!

They?

All right. I'll tell you this, in

case you are who you say you are.

If you get this guy in your

sights, do not hesitate,

blow his brains out.

Hello.

Hi.

Um...

I'm sitting here counting to ten

over and over again on my fingers.

You get used to things, you know?

OK.

- Gum?

- No, thanks.

You know, um...

you kinda had this thing

in your head and...

but then it actually gets to you.

You know?

Is this your fantasy?

Have you ever done

one of these before?

Done what?

You didn't go to Holmes, did you?

Holmes Middle School? Yeah, I did.

Did you have Metal

Shop with Fishman?

Uh-huh.

- I'm Elliot Brindle.

- That's right.

I'm John Witter.

I was in real estate

for a long time.

Made good money.

But I had some reversals.

What's going on here?

We've gone to a great deal of

effort to arrange this reunion.

You don't remember Johnny Witter

from Mr. Fishman's class?

How he and his brother

Tom tormented you daily?

How they held you by the ankles

out the computer lab window?

Challenge eight is worth $100,000.

Amputate his right arm

just below the elbow.

- No. No way.

- It's your right to decline, of course.

But if you don't complete

all 13 challenges,

you will forfeit the grand prize,

as well as everything you've won.

You should know that Mr. Witter

has quite gladly consented

to this procedure.

Ask him.

You want your arm cut off?

Yes.

- Yes?

- Just get on with it.

They're paying you.

- He's still awake.

- I've given him a local anesthetic.

You have no right to

back out of this.

I knew you were gonna

p*ssy out! I knew it!

- Look, I know you are trying to...

- You're gonna give me f***ing sympathy?

Are you for real?

You're f***ing sickening.

You know why we always picked on you?

'Cause you f***ing asked for it!

You walked around with that stupid

look on your f***ing face saying,

"Please punch me in

my f***ing throat."

The day after we threw

you in the dumpster,

you passed me in the quad

and you smiled at me.

You f***ing smiled at me!

My brother pissed on

your brother's face.

You remember that? You can't

tell me you don't remember that.

I do. I bust a gut every

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