Carl Mergenthaler

Silverberg: Bob. We we're told to look back on your files as far as the electrician strike. We believe that you helped a man named Sam Velotti form a company called Zurich.

Blake: We also found out about your connection with the Peitzo family.

Robert Clayton Dean: Well, that's true.

Silverberg: You're admitting to it?

Robert Clayton Dean: Sure. Everything except forming a company called Zurich, or knowing anybody who is named Sam Velotti, or having any connection, whatsoever to the Peitzo family. This is Ridiculous.

Silverberg: Bob we're trying...

Robert Clayton Dean: [Interrupting] Wait, wait. This is Pintero, he's coming after me. You give me 1 week, 1 week and 4 people from litigation, and I can guarantee you, we can have this guy begging us...

Blake: [Interrupting] Tell us abut Rachael Banks.

Robert Clayton Dean: I'll tell you what. Rachael, was my girlfriend in my second year of law school, we still remain in close contact, and we swap information from time to time.

Blake: Did you have an affair with her 4 years ago?

Robert Clayton Dean: Ever beat off in the shower, Brian? Ever had any homosexual thoughts?

Silverberg: Bob, that's...

Robert Clayton Dean: [Interrupting] None of my fuckin' business. You're damn right it's not. I love my wife and I love my son, "absolutely" with no equivocations, and that's none of your fuckin' business either.

Silverberg: Bob, we believe that you should take a leave of abscence on this, until we straighten this out.

Robert Clayton Dean: Are you firing me?

Silverberg: I think you just fired yourself.

Carla Dean: Hello?

Robert Clayton Dean: [calling from a payphone] Carla, don't hang up.

Carla Dean: Robert, you know what I'm looking at? Pictures of you and Rachel taken today.

Robert Clayton Dean: Where did you get those photographs?

Carla Dean: My messager Robert, my messager.

Robert Clayton Dean: Listen honey, I think something's going on and I'm...

Carla Dean: Robert, I went to the store today, and my money and credit cards didn't work. I couldn't buy food.

Robert Clayton Dean: [looking at Brill, who mouths "Fuck you" to Robert] Yeah, mine too. I gotta go.

Carla Dean: What do you mean you gotta go?

Robert Clayton Dean: I, I gotta go.

[hangs up]