Mr. Lomax? No comment. I'll have something for you later. I'm a friend of Eddie Barzoon. You don't know me, but Eddie mentioned your name. Mitch Weaver, Justice Department? Staking out the funeral? Looking for you, actually.
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Hey, Marie, do you want to go to the party? - Come on. - No. Horace will be disappointed. It's a birthday party. We can sing. "Or indeed, His divine power..." has granted us all things pertaining to life and piety... "...through the knowledge of Him who has called us..." Kevin?
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3.1s
Sir, get away so that I can help her. Now!
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5.4s
It's all right, dear. Look. - No. - Go on, take a look.
The Devil's Advocate
1.7s
My father?
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1.4s
I don't know.
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3.8s
Stay with me, Mar! Get Dr. Job in here now!
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2.9s
- Mar, look at me! - I love you.
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15.3s
Mar! Open the door, Mar! Oh, my God! Get somebody! Go! Go! Mar, look at me! Somebody! Help! No! Mar! Pam, get help! Go!
The Devil's Advocate
7.7s
They had a restaurant downstairs where we ate almost every meal. Wait. Stop. Your father was a waiter in that restaurant.
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20.1s
And it is to that Father that he now returns. Eddie Barzoon... such a vibrant member of our community... has moved beyond us now. He has entered... a new communion. And for that it is a time of rejoicing.
The Devil's Advocate
7.1s
Don't do this, Kevin. Please take me home. Please don't do this.
The Devil's Advocate
1.6s
Please be seated.
The Devil's Advocate
5.1s
- There you are. - Pam. Look at you. You're terrified.
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1m14s
But I'm no puppeteer, Kevin. I don't make things happen. Doesn't work like that. What'd you do to Mary Ann? Free will. It's like butterfly wings. Once touched, they never get off the ground. No. I only set the stage. You pull your own strings. What did you do to Mary Ann? A gun? In here? Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife? Well... on a scale of one to 10... 10 being the most depraved act of sexual theater known to man... one being your average Friday night run-through at the Lomaxs'... I'd say, not to be immodest... Mary Ann and I got it on at about seven. Fuck you! Oh. Oh. Oh. Got me! Got me! Yes! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Step it up, son! Come on! That's good! You got to hold on to that fury. That's the last thing to go. That's the final hiding place. It's the final fig leaf.
The Devil's Advocate
17.2s
- Who are you? - Who am I? Who are you? Never lost a case. Why? Why do you think? Because you're so fucking good. Yeah?
