connie, you give us joe sava, the d.a. will go easy on you. as i was telling your partner, you have nothing on my client. actually, we do. bring him in. michael, this isn't a game. not another word. think about what you're doing. what am i doing, connie? you're trying to bury me. i'm telling the truth. that box with the guns in it was in the diner one morning, nailed shut. connie told me to stick it in storage, so i did. which proves nothing. it's just your word against his. (sighs) it's not just mine. remember, connie? that box weighed a ton. ralph, your chicken guy, had to help me put it in the car. he asked you what was in it, you told him it was cast iron skillets. that's corroboration. that puts the weapons in his sole possession. what did i ever do to you except take care of you, huh? i treated you like a son. connie. what were you thinking? if i wanted help from a real cop, i would have called one. i'm sorry, connie. i won't bother you again. now, unless you want to spend the rest of your life in sing sing slinging eggs, you're going to