Berman's mansion/pool room. Some guy introduces McPointy as "Deputy DA." Berman asks if anyone wants a glass of wine, since they're already down in the cellar. McPointy says he doesn't drink, especially at the crack of dawn. Berman says he's still going to have a glass of something incredibly expensive, since his son killed his first girl today. Berman told the press he was taking a leak, so he's got about five minutes before they'll start looking for him, according to his lawyer's best estimate. That's a long leak. McNorris asks who the suspects are. "No one. Everyone," the lawyer answers. Beautiful. Berman freaks out that his wine is corked. "Fifteen hundred dollars for the bottle and it tastes like fermented bat piss." McPointy asks if Zach is involved in any way. Berman says that Zach said he didn't even know her and didn't invite her. McPointy asks if he believes him. "I didn't teach my son to lie, Mr. McNorris!" Berman shouts. Aren't there swarms of people outside? Shouldn't they keep it down? McNorris has this retarded line: "Well, of course, not, Mr. Berman. You're in the motion-picture business. There's no lying there." Stop talking! All of you, stop talking! Berman doesn't like the mouth on this McPointy, but his lawyer says he doesn't want a sycophant on the case. McPointy says they have to play by his rules, no questions, and will follow his lead no matter what. Berman asks if this is some kind of contract. "Yeah, it is," McPointy says Eastwoodly. Berman asks rhetorically if this guy is for real, and then accepts the offer. McPointy says he'll assign this to the best detectives. The other guys laugh and ask if he's kidding. McPointy begins to leave. He points a lot and says he's not taking any questions from anybody, and he really means it. He says he's getting the best detectives so they know what to expect. If you get low achievers, you can't tell what they'll do. He tells Berman to tell him the worst rumor everyone tells about him, and why the people that hate him, hate him. Berman says that nobody hates him. "Not here, anyway," he laughs. "I don't have many friends up in Alaska." Everybody laughs. Oh, happy day, when a girl's poked in the neck!
Cut to Flashback Film of McNorris telling Walhberg the "slime line" story.
Cut to Flashback Film of McPointy telling Andrea he doesn't answer to Fisher or Berman, but rather to the good people of Los Angeles.
McNorris is on his cell phone, in his car. He identifies himself as the pit bull. "We need to talk," he says. He says they should meet at his place in five minutes, because in half an hour, overly dramatic writing will occur.