Prodigals Page #2
- Year:
- 2017
- 109 min
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So, you're not a
total lost cause.
Let's see. (sighing)
Environmental law. (groans)
Well, you're inexperienced,
but your firm's track
record speaks for itself.
Jack Wilsa was
legendary at Windsor.
So, you want some
experience as a second?
Here are the terms:
You do research.
We'll talk in here,
you watch me in trial,
you work volunteer.
And if Nina has any
other concerns she can
call you directly and
you can deal with it.
Be nice to have a rest.
That's it.
If you can live with
that, welcome aboard.
The guy thinks
I'm somebody else.
Maybe it would be good for you
to be on his team
if he's that lazy.
[Wesley] I was
a great student.
Great students
finish law school.
And great minds drop out.
What's the worst
that can happen?
You can't be serious?
Well, just humor me in theory.
In theory?
It's impersonation,
no way around it.
That's an eight year
sentence, maybe more.
Okay, well just
bear with me here.
If I never address the jury.
If I don't take any money.
If I just sit behind a table,
do research and get coffee.
What crime am I committing?
Technically, none.
But why pretend to
be someone else?
Why take that risk?
(truck beeping)
[Driver] How much room
I got back there, Jen?
[Jen] Keep coming,
you got another 10 feet.
[Waitress] The trial's
still going on, eh?
Yeah, looks like it.
Awful that it's taken so long.
The victim's family
deserves justice.
(door opening)
Sit anywhere you like.
[Jen] And whoa,
you're good right there.
[Greg] And two boxes of
the powdered mashed potatoes.
[Wesley] Dude,
I cannot believe
your mother eats this stuff.
I remember she used to cook
everything from scratch.
[Greg] Oh man, she's
instant everything now, buddy.
Yeah.
It's like she gets off
on tricking her guests.
Oh, you like those
mashed potatoes?
Well, they're instant,
like it's some wicked burn.
God, old people are the worst.
Nina's kid.
Oh. (sighs)
She's an actual person.
I was expecting, like,
an infant or something.
Kyla's almost two now, man.
And you were missed at the
wedding, by me, at least.
Overall the event was a
six and there's no excuse
for a cash bar, even at a
shotgun wedding.
But I was on E, so it was fine.
Well, there you go.
But actually marrying
Eliot, could you imagine?
I know he's the dad and
everything, but still.
Do you?
I'm not so sure.
At least Nina hasn't changed.
Oh!
(laughs)
That's a bad joke, I
shouldn't have said that.
She's going through a hard time.
No, she's keeping it
together and Eliot's manned up.
He's taking care of
her and that kid.
Yeah.
Miserable or not.
So, Nips and Jen?
Oh, you are so
predictable, man!
I've been waiting for this.
What are you talking about?
You do this whole off
topic lead up thing.
What off topic lead up?
Yeah, in this case some
Nina and Eliot bullshit,
but then it's right to Jen.
I'm genuinely interested.
Yeah, I know you are.
(laughs)
I mean, I just can't
say I ever saw it coming.
Yeah, it's retarded, man.
I mean, she's willing
to lay under Nips,
it means I at least had a shot.
So how do you explain it?
It's a classic Soo love story.
She pity-f***ed him.
Been together ever since.
[Television Reporter]
Losing their son,
Doug and Rita Michaelson
have been searching
for answers as
they look to rejoin
the community that
they hold so dear.
Gotta get here before eight if
you're gonna beat
the trial rush.
Lots of extra
newspapers, though.
They can't use 'em.
Yeah, but Junior said
he wants your help.
Ah, that's not
exactly how he put it.
Look, it's complicated
and, to be honest,
there's not a ton I can do.
I mean, I can't speak at
trial, he can't pay me, it's...
Okay, well, if
it's about money,
we can try and scrape
something together.
It's not, I don't need money.
(speaking French)
Hey, Liz.
(speaking French)
Is she okay?
Yeah, she's okay.
She's been staying with us.
We switch off Benny/Kyla duty.
It's been hard.
Nina look, about all this...
I'm only hesitating
because, um...
I just don't wanna
get your hopes up.
You know, I'm kind
of inexperienced
and Benny did
actually kill somebody
even if it was an
accident, alright.
Yeah, I know.
(door opens)
I thought your mom
was watching Kyla today.
What are you doing here?
It's nice to see you too, man.
Do you have to be so rude?
I just finished a twelve.
[Wesley] You working nights?
Oh, are you a detective now?
Hi, sweetheart.
Ooh, gotcha!
Did you ask Pierre
for an advance?
I just got home.
The party's next weekend,
I still have to go shopping.
Yeah, well, use
the credit card.
(speaking French)
I work hard.
Oh, yeah?
Your shift finished
over four hours ago.
It's my Friday.
I had a couple beers
with the boys, sue me.
Helps me sleep
through your racket.
I saw Jen.
She says hi.
Really?
No.
But look at how
excited he is, though.
(laughs)
Well, nothing lasts forever.
At least the beer's better.
Disagree.
Yeah, I'm with Nips there.
Craft beer?
More like crap beer.
[Wesley] That's very funny.
Did you come up
with that yourself?
(laughs) Yes, I did.
Why should I have
to acquire a taste?
And who gives a sh*t about hops?
Does it have alcohol?
[Nips] Yeah.
Can I drink six
beers in 30 minutes?
Yeah.
These are the
important questions
and Northern breweries
checked all of those boxes.
Oh man, it sure did.
(sighs)
So many memories.
Abandoned.
You know, not everything
changes for the better.
Guys, I'm freezing.
[Greg] Oh, I've
got you covered.
[Wesley] Ooh!
- Yeah!
- Ooh!
No, I'd better not.
I gotta pick up Jen.
What?
You don't have a
car or a license.
Okay, I have to go meet Jen
so she can give me a ride home.
Nips, that's not for an hour.
Don't be a dick,
drink the whiskey!
When was the last time the three
of us were out here
drinking like this?
Okay.
Yes!
Here's to you, Wes.
(yelling)
(laughs)
(snoring)
[Man On Television] I don't
think there ever was a car.
No Mercedes, no farm.
What are you doing?
Man, this never gets old.
(laughs)
He's gonna piss
your chair, dude.
It's totally worth it.
(laughs)
I'll flip the cushion.
Dude!
I've dreamed of this day.
Get the f*** outta here!
Yes.
(television chattering)
Yo, how accurate
are these shows?
I don't know, they're
pretty accurate.
You know what I never got?
Why the lawyers don't
go and mess with
the jury when they get
in a pickle like this.
What are you talking about?
Find the jury on
their down time.
I don't know, lunch or whatever.
Bias them against the defendant,
case gets thrown out,
chance to regroup.
You can't do that, then
the lawyers go to jail.
No, no, no, cops
do it all the time.
You remember my Uncle Freddie?
Who, the plumber?
The made man pretending
to be a plumber.
Jesus Christ, Greg, come on.
Do the math, Wesley.
You've been a
plumber for 27 years,
can't unkink a
friggin' garden hose,
yet somehow he has
a three car garage?
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