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A young lawyer joins a prestigious law firm only to discover that it has a sinister dark side.
Mitch McDeere: Did I lose you? Abby McDeere: You look tired. Mitch McDeere: Did I? Abby McDeere: I've loved you all my life. Even before we met. Part of it wasn't even you. It was just a promise of you. But these last days... You kept your promise. How could you lose me?
Mitch McDeere: I got mine, Wayne, you get the rest of them. Wayne Tarrance: Get 'em with what? Overbilling, mail fraud? Oh, that's exciting. Mitch McDeere: It's not sexy, but it's got teeth! Ten thousand dollars and five years in prison. That's ten and five for each act. Have you really looked at that? You've got every partner in the firm on overbilling. There's two hundred fifty acts of documented mail fraud there. That's racketeering! That's minimum one thousand, two hundred fifty years in prison and half a million dollars in fines. That's more than you had on Capone.
McKnight: He lied about his brother. Avery Tolar: Wouldn't you lie about having a felon in the family to get a job like this? Bill DeVasher: He ought to be kept on a short leash. Avery Tolar: Why? You've got nothing to be suspicious about. Bill DeVasher: I get paid to be suspicious when I've got nothing to be suspicious about.
Avery Tolar: How'd you find that out? Bill DeVasher: What do you think I am around here, a fucking night watchman? Avery Tolar: I get confused sometimes. Bill DeVasher: Well, don't.
Tammy: You got the account number, you know how to access it? Mitch has verified that the money is there, seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Ray McDeere: I love your crooked little mouth. Tammy: [surprised laugh] Well it's not my best feature. Ray McDeere: Wow. Well, what is?
Mitch McDeere: Hey Ray, wouldn't it be funny if I went to Harvard, you went to Jail and we both ended up surrounded by crooks.
Mitch McDeere: You want to know something funny? You actually made me think about the law. I managed to go through three years of law school without doing that.
Avery Tolar: Do you think l'm talking about breaking the law? Mitch McDeere: No, I'm just trying to figure out how far you want it bent. Avery Tolar: As far as you can without breaking it.
Ray McDeere: How'd you land a job like that with a brother in the slammer? [Mitch says nothing] Ray McDeere: I get it. Don't worry, I'd probably have done the same thing. Mitch McDeere: You're always there for me, Ray... Ray McDeere: I'd have done the same thing. You think I want to tell the guys around here that I got a brother at Harvard?
Abby McDeere: What are they going to do to you? Avery Tolar: Whatever it is, they did it a long time ago.
Tammy: Mitch sent me to tell you the plan's been changed. Ray McDeere: I didn't know there was a plan. Tammy: Well, that's good, because it's been changed.
Tommie Morolto: [on the phone] Of course I can talk. Why, isn't that what I'm doing? I mean if it's something else, please advise me Maury. I always like to learn something I don't know at five hundred dollars an hour. [cups his hand over the phone] Tommie Morolto: I tell you Joey, every fucking lawyer on the face of the earth oughta be killed.
Avery Tolar: You know, I have a very bad reputation. Abby McDeere: What do you do? Avery Tolar: I run around.
Avery Tolar: Abby, the girl on the beach was a setup. They do things like that, in case the other enticements don't work.
Mitch McDeere: Anything I can do for you? Ray McDeere: Sure. Get me outta here. Mitch McDeere: Where to? Ray McDeere: Anywhere I can see a whole lotta sky. I get through the days, I even eat the food. It's amazing how much you miss the sky.
Mitch McDeere: You are FBI Agent Wayne Terrance, right? Wayne Tarrance: Yeah, you're damn right! You may be able to get by the local cops, but... [cell phone rings] Wayne Tarrance: Hello! Tammy: Is this Wayne Terrance? Wayne Tarrance: Who is this? Tammy: Is this Wayne Terrance? Wayne Tarrance: Yeah, this is Wayne Terrance? Tammy: So is this. [plays tape of previous conversation with Mitch] Mitch McDeere: [to Wayne Terrance] I think you should reconsider.
Abby McDeere: Somewhere, inside, in the dark, the firm is listening.
Mitch McDeere: Let me get this straight: you want me to steal files from the firm, turn them over to the FBI, send my colleagues to jail... Wayne Tarrance: They roped you into this. Mitch McDeere: Breach attorney-client privilege, thus getting myself disbarred for life, then testify in open court against the Mafia... Wayne Tarrance: Well, unfortunately, Mitch... Mitch McDeere: Let me ask you something: are you out of your fucking mind?
Tommie Morolto: -if only I could get my hands on this kid. Ruth: I think it's urgent, Mr. Morolto. Tommie Morolto: Ruth thinks it's urgent, Joey. What do you think? Ruth: It's a Mr. McDeere. Mr. Mitchell McDerre. He's waiting to see you. Joey: I think Ruth is right.
Mitch McDeere: Are you saying my life is in danger? Denton Voyles: I am saying that your life as you know it is over.
Mitch McDeere: [kicking DeVasher] You sick son-of-a-bitch!
Tammy: You're taller than I thought. Ray McDeere: That's good to know.
Wayne Tarrance: Man, I don't understand you. What'd you do it for? You didn't win a thing. Mitch McDeere: Oh, yes I did. I won my life back. YOU don't run me, and THEY don't run me!
Wayne Tarrance: Get me a map of Louisiana. GET ME A MAP OF LOUISIANA!
[showing Mitch photos of himself with a prostitute] Bill DeVasher: Not just screwing, Mitch. All sorts of intimate acts, oral and whatnot, that can be particularly hard for a trusting wife to forgive and IMPOSSIBLE to forget.
[Mitch tosses a small cassette to Tarrance] Mitch McDeere: It's you at the track. I could have gone public with it. Wayne Tarrance: Then why didn't you? Mitch McDeere: [smiles] It's against the law.
Mitch McDeere: What led you to law school? Avery Tolar: It's so far back I don't think I can remember. Mitch McDeere: Sure you can, Counsellor. Avery Tolar: I used to caddy for lawyers and their wives on summer weekends. I looked at those long tan legs and just knew I had to be a lawyer. The wives had long tan legs, too.
Wayne Tarrance: How about you get down on your knees and kiss my ass for not indicting you as a co-conspirator right now, you chickenshit little Harvard cocksucker? Mitch McDeere: I haven't done anything, and you know it! Wayne Tarrance: Who gives a fuck? I'm a federal agent! You know what that means, you lowlife motherfucker? It means you've got no rights, your life is mine! I could kick your teeth down your throat and yank 'em out your asshole, and I'm not even violating your civil rights!
The Nordic Man: Why are you asking questions about dead lawyers? Eddie Lomax: What dead lawyers? The Nordic Man: [shoots Eddie on the shoulder] Who hired you to do that? Eddie Lomax: Ok... Ok. Just let me think... His name was... Julio Iglesias. [shoots the other thug in the leg]