Witness Protection Page #4

I told her it was great.

Hey, Sean!

Sean, would you knock it off?

I can't even hear myself think.

Great.

Let's yell at him too.

Great. Thanks.

Jesus Christ.

Someone give me a gun so I can blow my head off.

You know, don't even joke like that.

Who's joking?

You had no f***ing right

to tell her about my finances.

We have to be open here, Bill.

Everything's gotta be upfront between you and your wife from now on, okay?

Bullshit.

You don't tell me how to run my family.

Yes, we do.

In fact that's a good definition of what we do do.

We tell you how to run your family

so you don't end in this situation again.

Look, I couldn't give a sh*t, okay?

But Cindy's used to money, okay?

She grew up with it.

That was not the way to break it to her.

I was gonna tell her in my own way.

Thank you.

We have a...

we have an expression here...

"readjustment of expectations."

You know what that means?

No.

Readjustment of expectations means

selling cocaine makes a lot more money

than working nights at 7-eleven.

What are you talking about?

It's a situation, Bill.

It's a situation that requires some humility from you.

Bill, you haven't held

a legal job that you actually worked

since you were a teenager.

You didn't graduate from high school.

You have no office skills.

The marshal's service doesn't provide

a false resume or work history

or letters of reference.

Terrific. Then how am I supposed to get a job?

I'd say your best shot is becoming a laborer.

You work for a few years.

You get a trade.

Then you become a skilled laborer

and then you can join the union

and you can get some family health benefits.

- You're saying the best I can do...

- No, he's not going to do that.

...is to haul sh*t in a bucket, rain or shine?

The pay is $20,000-$25,000 a year.

- We can't live on twice that.

- We can't live on that.

That's why I've never been a nine-to-fiver.

Don't you understand?

We don't have any money.

Nine-to-fivers don't get whacked, Bill.

Joan...

did you type in high school?

You were an administrative assistant at a law firm.

Yeah.

1000 years ago, yeah.

You take some paralegal training,

you can move that up to $35,000-$40,000 a year.

We threw a party last year that cost that much, man.

Who looks after Suzie while I'm at work?

You're both gonna have to work.

Cindy:
Well, then who looks after the kids?

- It's okay.

- No.

Fine. Let's say I go along with...

Employment is mandatory.

There is no "if" here.

Fine, fine. I'm in Seattle with the lumberjacks

with no work history for the last 20 years.

Now how do I get a job?

You offer to work for free for a month,

show them what a good worker you are.

Work for free.

( LAUGHS )

Is he serious?

You're serious?

That's your answer?

This is the help the marshal's service gives... we work for free?

What were you expecting... that the taxpayers

were gonna pay your way for the rest of your lives?

No, of course not.

But I didn't expect you

to cut my legs out from under me.

I built my business up from scratch, okay?

I'm an entrepreneur, right?

Now let's say I start a new business, legit this time.

What bank is gonna give me a start-up loan

when I'm pumping gas with no work history?

No bank.

And my children are not gonna see their father

as some down-and-out loser.

You think the government owes you a business loan

after you've ripped them off for years?

How long have you been working for the government, Steve?

Are you happy with your Honda,

your 80 grand a year, your pension?

Well, that doesn't work for me, okay?

And this... this isn't working for me either.

Cindy:
That's a private school, honey.

we're not gonna be able to swing that financially.

What about a great Catholic school?

Ugh.

All right, hang on.

Steve said that this here

was a great public school.

Hey, who ate the last

of the chocolate chunk cookies, huh?

Who ate the last of the chocolate chunk cookies?

Yeah, yeah, I took one, but it wasn't the last one.

Hey, look, you take a cookie,

there's none left... that's the last.

- I don't know. Maybe.

- Maybe you're a sneak.

It was a cookie.

I didn't know it was yours.

I'm watching you, Sean.

What's wrong, Bobby?

What, no clubs around?

No friends to blow drinks on?

No young guys to show off to?

There's no deals going down, no horses to bet,

no card games to lose,

'cause there's no money to flush down the f***ing toilet.

It's all gone.

See, you're stuck with us, so get used to it.

- You don't know what I've been...

- We're poor.

That's what I know.

That's what we are.

No. Just don't.

Steve:
Suzie, Sean.

Suzie, Sean.

Come here.

Come here for a second.

Suzie, hey.

Sean, come on, join me.

Join me.

Today we tackle role-playing

With our new identities.

Bill, Joan, ready?

Like we said, I'm a neighbor

over for a barbecue.

Joan, there you go.

Let's just have some fun with this, okay?

Suzie, you know what we're doing?

It's pretend.

That's right.

It's make-believe.

Okay, Joan.

He called mommy Joan.

( BOBBY LAUGHING )

He did.

I can't believe we have to call her Joan.

Hey, Sean, why don't you help

your dad with the barbecue?

Hey, Bill, how's it going?

Hey, kids.

Joan,

where are you folks from?

Uh, Ch... Chicago.

Chicago.

- Chicago?

- Mm-hmm.

Used to be on a route of mine when I was a salesman.

Oh.

What beach you hang out at, Sean?

Uh, just the one on the coast.

You mean lake, don't you?

That's right, lake.

That's what I meant.

Well, what brought you to Seattle?

Um...

The rain

and the coffee.

( CHUCKLES )

- And Bobby was...

- Bobby?

( STUTTERING )

Bill.

Bob's his middle name.

- I used to call him when we were dating...

- ( SEAN LAUGHING )

...Bobby Ba-- Cooper.

Bill Cooper.

I... I used to call him Bob.

Hey, kids.

Hey, kids.

How's the new school?

Sean:
It's great. It's great.

What school did you go to before, Suzie?

St. Anne's.

Where's St. Anne's?

West Roxbury.

West Roxbury?

In Boston?

Oh.

Well...

That's it.

I'm not testifying.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Let's just calm down.

Calm down, all right?

No hard feelings, and cut that Bill crap.

No, I'm just trying to show you how easy it is to give yourselves away.

I don't care what you're trying to show us, okay?

I'm not testifying.

Period.

Thank god.

He's not testifying.

Hey, hey, Bill.

Let's go, Cindy.

Get Suzie.

Let's get packed.

Let's get out of here.

Okay.

Sharp:
You signed a contract with the justice department.

We have you on tape saying you witnessed Theo Cruise

murder Fred OMalley and Frank Gwynne.

That carries the same sentence

as if you killed them yourself.

Plus the 16 counts of extortion and racketeering.

You're looking at a life sentence, Bobby.

I was threatened by you guys, coerced into saying it under duress.

You put me in court, I'll deny everything.

I'm not a snitch. I never was. I never will be.

Fine. Fine.

The length of the sentence doesn't matter,

'cause you're never gonna make it to trial.

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