Mini's First Time Page #6

if l've been a little--

No one's saying this hasn't been

a difficult time for you,

but whatever's been distracting you,

Martin, started long before that.

- Chapman was a whale.

- A whale that l brought in.

- And now you've lost.

- A whale we couldn't afford to lose.

Clients come and go,

we all know that.

lt's musical chairs,

it always has been.

l mean, what is the big deal?

l'll land another whale.

ln fact, Jerry Burgess from lBS

just called me this morning.

He wants me

to play 18 at the Riv.

l'll spot him three aside and push

a four-footer on the last one.

He'll be ours by Friday.

Come on, guys!

We've made

our decision.

You've made your dec--

this is my company.

You came to me.

l was landing whales

like Chapman

when you two jerk-offs were playing

beer pong in your frat basement

and slipping roofies

to the local high school girls!

l don't give a sh*t

what decisions you've made!

This is my firm!

Look at that smug prick.

He is f***ing with me

and l will not be f***ed with!

What are you gonna do?

l'm gonna go over there and tell him if

he doesn't back off he's gonna get hurt.

Are you crazy? We're not

even sure it's him.

For God's sakes,

the pictures were sent

from a messenger agency

right in his own building.

He was the only person

at the resort who knew who we were.

Okay, but then he could go to the cops

and tell them you threatened him.

Then they'd really start

investigating us.

That son of a b*tch

cost me the firm

that took me

15 years to build!

15 years.

Well, if you go to his house

and you start waving this around,

it's gonna cost you

a lot more than that.

Martin didn't sleep

at all that night.

and made damn well sure

l didn't either.

- Minerva Drogues.

- Hi, Mr. Rudell.

- Hi. Mike, please.

- Mike, of course.

- Can l come in?

- Come on, come on, please.

- Okay.

- Come on.

Oh wow, l haven't been here

since you redecorated.

Yeah, l just-- l just

got all this finished.

l'm so sorry that your mother

never got to see it.

l'm sure she'd approve.

Oh. Hey, if you

don't mind my asking...

- how are you doing?

- l'm all right.

- l mean it's been hard.

- Yeah yeah yeah.

l guess l just keep

telling myself that

she's probably much happier

where she is now.

Oh... gosh. You know what?

You're absolutely--

- Positive?

- No, l was going to say...

correct.

Have you seen that show?

Have l seen that show?

Stop it!

That's my favorite show,

- l love that show.

- Don't don't.

l am not lying to you,

that's my favorite show.

l love how you never know if the couples

are going to stay together.

Guh. You know

if you'd ever want to visit the set,

by the way, or spend the day

or even be a contestant...

What do you mean,

be a contestant?

Well, you know,

those date's are totally harmless,

you spend the evening with a person, we

prep you on what to say before the show,

- if that would be fun.

- That would be so much fun for me,

l would love that.

- Really? Okay. Okay.

- Really. lt could be fun.

- Well, then l'll arrange it.

- You will?

lt's done. Umm...

- Anyway, have a seat.

- Okay.

What's--

what's on your mind?

Tell me.

You know, l-- l know this

might sound somewhat strange,

but have you seen any suspicious-looking

people around my house lately?

No. Why? What's--

is everything okay?

Do l have to bust some heads?

Not today.

- What's happening?

- No, everything's fine.

lt's just that after

my mom died someone sent

this really weird picture

of me and Martin together.

- Together?

- Well, it implied that--

l know this sounds crazy,

but it implied that we were a couple.

A couple?

You and Martin?

Hmm.

Hmm. Well...

certainly relations between

older men and younger women

are, uh-- are an accepted

part of society,

but that must

be creepy, huh,

getting an anonymous picture?

That is so disturbing.

- Yeah. Yeah, it was.

- Hey, just out of curiosity,

what kind of picture

could they have sent you

to indicate that you

and Martin were a couple?

Well, it's not like

l was naked or anything.

l mean, don't get me wrong,

Martin has seen me naked.

He's my stepfather,

so he's seen me naked...

- Of course.

- ...but l wasn't naked in the pictures.

Okay, sing here, sin--

wow, you're full

of chaos and anarchy

and-- and sheer--

sheer...

Golly, now listen to this.

Listen to this.

Sing this.

l'm amazed the anticipation

of pulling off

a mother-daughter

double-dip

didn't give him

a stroke right there.

Go ahead. Ready?

- That we want in college.

- She's a ho, man. She's a ho.

- Mini.

- Yes, Mr. Bishop?

l've got a note for you to go to

the principal's office right away.

- Do you?

- Aww.

- Hold this. l'll make it fast.

- Mm-hmm. Always do.

- Detective Garson.

- Hello.

- What's going on?

- Mini, have a seat.

Mini, this tape was shot a week

before your mother's death.

And the next day, the school nurse

reported a bottle of Ritalin

missing from

the medicine cabinet.

And we lifted

two sets of prints--

one from the door, one from the inside

of the medicine cabinet--

and neither one of them

matches the nurse. Okay?

Mini...

is there something

you'd like to say to Detective Garson?

Can we see the tape of Der F?hrer

sucking down her afternoon fix of vodka?

Or do you guys not keep cameras

in the bathroom stalls?

Don't you dare do that!

Don't you dare

try to deflect this!

Stealing, if no one

ever told you,

is a serious matter!

Stealing prescription drugs

from a school is a very serious matter!

You got me, okay?

- But what was l supposed to do?

- What does that mean?

- Well, she said if l didn't--

- Who s-- who, another student?

No, my mother.

She made me steal them for her.

l didn't want to, but she said she was

going to send me to boarding school

- in Canada if l didn't.

- Canada?

The Yukon Territories.

Are you happy now?

Oh my Lord,

l had no idea.

- She was--

- What? What, an addict?

Detective Garson knew.

My mommy's dead, okay?

Can't we just let her be?

Detective Garson.

l assume there won't

be any need

to press charges

against Ms. Drogues?

Oh, hey, Mr. Tannen.

l was actually just coming to see you.

Have you got a minute?

Detective, l thought l said no more

questions without my lawyer.

Yeah, um, l think

you'd better call him.

Yeah, so there's

a small discrepancy

l couldn't quite figure it out, and l

was hoping maybe you could explain it.

- l suppose l can try.

- Okay.

Yeah, we got the final

toxicology report

and your wife definitely didn't

die from the pills.

She wasn't conscious

past 9:
30,

but it was the fumes

that killed her.

Hallelujah.

- Thanks for the update.

- Martin, Martin, easy.

- Come on, this is harassment here.

- Just-- please.

Well, see, here's what

l wanted to ask.

The gas tank in the Jag

was almost completely full,

only about a gallon

of fuel had been used.

And?

Well, if she was

unconscious by 9:30,

that means that the car would've been

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