Any further questions are at your legal risk, Detective.
bET. S'rURGIS: Sorry, Chip. Your legal beagle, here, says zip the lip.
MR. JONES: I'll talk to whom I want, when I want, Tony.
MR. TOKARIK: For God's sake, ChipMR. JONES: Shut up, Tony. You're growing tedious.
bET. STURGIS: Better listen to him, Prof He's the expert.
MR. TOKARIK: Exactly. Session ended.
bET. SrvRGIS: Whatever you say.
MR. JONES: Stop infantilizing me-all of you. I'm the one stuck in this hellhole. My rights are the ones being abridged.
What do I have to do to get out of here, Detective?
MR. TOKARIK: Chip, at this point there's nothing you can doMR. JONES: Then what do I need you for? You're fired.
MR. TOKARIK: ChipMR. JONES: Just shut up and let me get a thought out, okay?
MR. TOKARIK: Chip, I can't in good conscience MR. JONES: You don't have a conscience, Tony. You're a lawyer. Quoth the Bard: 'Let's kill all the lawyers.' Okay? So just hold on... okay... Listen, you guys are cops-you understand street people, how they lie. That's the way Cindy is. She lies atavistically it's an ingrained habit. She fooled me for a long time because I loved hen'When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.'
Shakespeare-everything's in Shakespeare.
Where was I...?
MR. JONES: Kristie's my student. Why? Does she say it's more than that?
bET. STURGIS: Actually she does.
MR. JONES: Then she's lying-another one.
bET. STURGIS: Another what?
MR. JONES: Predator. Believe me, she's old beyond her years.
I must attract them. What happened with Kristie is that I o caught her cheating on a test and was working with her on her o o ethics. Take my advice and don't accept anything she says at face value.
bET. STURGIS: She says she rented a post office box for you out in Agoura Hills. You have the number handy, Steve?
MR. TOKARIK: Chip, for your own sake MR. JONES: She's amazing, Detective. Could charm the bark off a tree. Serve me dinner and smile and ask me how my day had been-and an hour before, she was in our marital bed, screwing the pool man. The pool man, for God's sake.
We're talking urban legend here. But she lived it.
bET. SrvRGts: By 'the pool man' you're referring to Greg Worley of ValleyBrite Pool Service?
MR. JONES: Him, others-what's the difference? Carpenters, plumbers, anything in jeans and a tool belt. No trouble getting tradesmen out to our place-oh, no. Our place was Disneyland for every blue-collar cocksman in town. It's a disease, Detective. She can't help herself Okay, rationally, I can understand that. Ungovernable impulses. But she destroyed me in the process. I was the victim.
MR. TOKARIK: (unintelligible) bET. STURGIS: What's that, Counselor?
MR. T~RIK: I register my objection to this entire session.
MR. JONES: Suppress your ego, Tony. I'm the victim-don't exploit me for your ego. That's my problem in general people tend to take advantage of me because they know I'm fairly naive.
