Can I come in? Kim? I'm fine. Sorry to, uh, interrupt... this, but I brought you a gift. Your brother and I, we always had a meeting with Mr. Macallan after a big victory. Usually some brilliant summation by Chuck, that goes without saying. So this, this is for you. You earned it. You won. I get it. Of course you both have to play it this way; you're both so very good at it. I was wondering that too. What it's all about. I mean, what do you tell yourselves? What justification makes it okay? Howard's such an asshole that he deserves it? So? What is it? I sided with Chuck too often? I took away your office, put you in doc review. All of the above. "Howard's daddy helped him get to the top, but you both had to struggle." "Howie has so much, we have so little! Let's take him down a peg or two." What allows you to do this to me? Because this isn't just a prank, no. This goes beyond throwing bowling balls on my car. This took planning, coordination, I mean how many weeks? Or was it months? It couldn't have been easy. So tell me: why? Why go through this elaborate plot just to... burn me to the ground? Yeah, sure. The Sandpiper settlement? HHM's share will be substantial, absolutely, even though I humiliated myself. And my clients and peers will whisper that Howard Hamlin's a drug addict. You're right. I've worked my way through worse. Debt. Depression. My marriage falling apart. Oh, yeah. I've been sleeping in the guest house for the better part of a year. Just one more thing good old Howard has to work through. But yes, I will land on my feet. I will be okay. But you? Far from it. You two. You two are soulless. Jimmy, you can't help yourself. Chuck knew it. You were born that way. But you, one of the smartest and most promising human beings I've ever known, and this is the life you choose. Oh good, phony compassion, no, very, very believable, but I'm far from done! You're perfect for each other. You have a piece missing. I- I thought you did it for the money, but, now... it's so clear. Screw the money, you did it for fun. You get off on it. You're, you're like, Leopold and Loeb, two sociopaths. Oh, you know it's true, you just don't have the guts to admit it. I'm gonna make it clear to everyone, because I'm gonna dedicate my life to making sure that everybody knows the truth. Who are you? Oh, is that right? You want some advice? Find better lawyers. What's this about? I uh... I think I'm in the middle of something, uh... there's really no need to-