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... 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, and 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? O-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. Ah, just one more thing good ol' Howard has to work through. But, yes, I will land on my feet. I will be okay. But you? Far from it.