Hit and Run

Oh, no.

Really?

I thought it'd be just the trim.

Of all the colors, why would you pick that?

Use adobe red if you want red.

What do you even call that?

Fire-engine red?

Tomato red.

Their poor neighbors.

Mm.

What an eyesore.

There's no way the Homeowners' Association

approved that color.

Barb's gonna have a cow.

Whew!

Maybe I could put a bug in her ear.

What can Barb do?

That place isn't even in Mountain View.

It's Enchantment Hills over there.

Enchantment Hills starts at Pinon Lane.

Remember when the Westlakes planted those quaking aspens?

That whole mess?

I thought the Westlakes

proved their lot was in Enchantment Hills.

They paid for a land survey.

Really?

Where'd you hear that?

Robbie Davis, maybe.

I'll double check the map after I shower.

Want some? Nah. I'm good.

Is that iced tea?

Would you like some?

Love some. Thank you, ma'am.

How's it going?

Eh.

Status quo.

You know, humming along.

We did land a pretty big client last week, though.

Insurance outfit in Santa Fe.

They cover most of the high-end real estate up there.

Great.

But Howard, I'm not a shareholder.

I'm just getting warmed up.

Although I still think you would make one hell of a litigator.

Appreciate that, but I'll pass.

At home, things are more or less the same.

It's not any worse.

I guess I should be grateful for that.

It's like we're...

deadlocked.

Cheryl still won't talk about anything important.

You tried what we discussed? Yes.

Yes, I did, but...

I did have a dream.

So I look over the old man's ticket,

and it's clearly an international flight,

so we search for his gate number

but all the signs are in a language I can't read.

Kim!

Any traffic?

Nope. Straight shot down 25.

This is us.

Thanks for meeting me.

I imagine you're swamped when you're in town.

Today's not too bad.

In fact, I have a meeting

at your old stomping ground with Schweikart.

Tell Rich I said hi. Of course.

How's Jimmy?

He's great. Thanks for asking.

How about Alice?

She's doing well.

She's taken up baking and no complaints here.

Well, lucky you. Don't I know it.

I heard this place makes a killer latte.

Yeah. They give Java Joe's a run for their money,

if you ask me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

Had a customer.

Okay, okay, but it's time to go.

Come on, we gotta get moving.

What are you doing?

No, no, no.

Come on. We gotta move. We gotta move.

Getting a root beer.

No, no. We have a schedule, remember? We discussed it.

I put two quarters in.

I will buy you an entire case when we're done.

Here we go. Right in.

Whew!

All the way.

Everything okay?

Sure.

Do we need to go over it again?

Nah.

Well, just remember, keep your feet out of the way.

'Cause I'm gonna have to leave in a hurry.

What?

I really like your hair.

It's not--

Thank you.

Thanks.

What if there was a different way?

What if there was an independent team of lawyers,

maybe four or five of them,

who were dedicated to taking on the difficult cases?

I'm not saying a few lawyers

can solve a massive, systemic problem.

But they could make it better.

And why come to me with this?

Well, if I wanted to shine you on,

I'd tell you it's because you're known

for your social conscience.

But the truth is

it's because of your connections in state government.

You can make things happen. Fair enough.

Kim, the firm has a service committee.

I should tell you to go to them and get in line

with all the other worthy causes.

But you're putting your money where your mouth is.

I'm sure you've heard something about my son's drug problem.

Gregory's struggle gave me a more,

let's say, personal view of the legal system.

Kim, I think you've got something here.

You can't skimp on the support staff.

They're the heart of the operation.

I know that's true in our office--

No, no! No!

Jesus...

You son of a bitch.

You twisted, deadbeat piece of shit!

Wasn't that Howard?

Goddamn it! You owe me!

Ma'am, are you okay?

You owe me! Ma'am.

I mean... Nobody does that to me.

I don't know. It happened so fast.

Damn it, he owes me. What a rip-off.

Damn you!

No, no!

They moved the cone?

What kind of asshole moves a cone?

Oh, crap!

Hey, listen, um...

Be careful, okay?

Okay.

What? Five-O.

That kills business for the rest of the day.

Always hassling me.

Undercover cops? Yep.

Well, listen, if you ever have any legal problems,

give me a call.

Anytime, no charge.

Thanks.

So I pulled the Jag into the loading zone

and I start scrapping with this hunk of metal.

Oh, my God. It was in deep,

like, down-a-well deep.

So I just wrestled it like a I'm a freaking bear and I...

jammed it in the dirt, in front of the Jag. Boom.

Barely made it out of there by the skin of my teeth.

Who moves cones? Who does that?

Narcissists. Heh.

You're damn right.

So you think Cliff really bought it, huh?

One hundred percent.

You should've seen his face.

It landed, trust me.

God, it was beautiful.

Oh, and that is not all. Spill.

So I'm doing the stall,

I'm telling Cliff what I'm doing and what I wanna be doing.

All I'm thinking about is,

I've gotta stretch it out until you get there.

But then I don't know, I kind of got caught up in it.

And then...

Cliff went for it.

I mean, like, really went for it.

What does that mean? Like, money?

I don't think he'll write a check himself.

But he knows people. And I think he'll deliver.

You're kidding.

I know!

How great is that? This is unbelievable.

Are we on a roll or are we on a roll?