All language subtitles for In Contempt 1x01 - Welcome to Hell (English)

You are descendants of Kings and Queens,

walk proud, walk proud, heads up!

Brothers and sisters, you are free!

Citizens stay woke, don't
jump to these unjust laws!

I fought for freedom and your nose are

in these phones and gadgets!

Your minds are enslaved again!

Put in on a t-shirt
and be woke upstairs, now!

Beautiful black woman,

you are descendants of Kings and Queens.

Walk proud, head up,

my black and brown brothers,

The justice system is a new Jim Crow,

the new slavery, you gotta fight it!

- Morning, Akin.
- Morning.

Thank you.

I'm gonna need another one of these.

- Starting a trial?
- Yeah, have you heard anything?

Is Hammond ready to go?

Well, he told Dashay that
he was ready for something,

I dunno if it's yours, but...

You are my hero.

Don't worry, I'll put it on your tab.

Thank you.

Jamal, part F, 30 minutes.

God, I hope that coffee's for me.

Black and sweet, just like you like it,

- you want a chip?
- Na.

Come on, it's like bacon in a bag.

Mmm, I brought up your guys first.

Thank God, I got four
cases in F3 in thirty,

and it looks like my attempted rape

- is gonna go.
- Oh...

Adler's in a mood,

- he already started calling cases.
- Docket ending 3-8-2.

People vs. Franklin Cowling,

Obstructing Governmental
Administration, step up!

Counsel, state your name for the record.

Gwen Sullivan, Defenders Association

of New York County for Mr. Cowling.

Your Honor, the people have a one time

only offer of six months.

Sounds eminently fair,
what say you, Miss Sullivan?

I say I need 15 minutes
to talk to my client.

No need to discuss, discourse, dialogue!

Are you off your meds?

I ain't messing with them meds,

that's the government
trying to control me.

OK, Your Honor,
don't you think a second call

- would be useful here?
- Is your client 7-30, counselor?

- Well, no, but you can...
- Six months, yes or no?

This court suppresses,
represses and depresses

the body and integrity of the black man.

Stick a fork in it,
we're done! I'm revoking bail.

Wait, what? Your Honor, we didn't...

- Your client was late!
- We never...

Put it over till tomorrow.

- He.. He's locking me up?
- Yes, but don't...

- You in on this, ain't you?
- No.

Franklin! Franklin, it's me, Gwen!

Don't grab him, don't grab him,

he doesn't like
getting grabbed like this.

Get off of him, he doesn't like
being restrained.

Damn, I know you said you boxed him.

But you went in like Mayweather!

In light of what just happened...

Your Honor, we'll take the six months.

Hey.

So, what's your story?
Are you moving packs?

You left a Louis bag from Bernies.

Yo, I got two videos up on Worldstar,

do you wanna be my third?

Alright.

Hilary Banks.

That's your boss, right there.

Hi, Vanessa Hastings.

Tom DelGato, attorney in chief.

- Morning, Lisa.
- Morning, Tom.

It's ten o'clock.

What happened to your
only at lunchtime rule?

Rules are made to be broken, honey.

Are they?

So, we can do an actual dinner, too?

Let's keep it at one work day
screw for now, Richard.

Why, when they're so much fun?

'Cause you're a married man

and I'm a traditional girl...

With traditional values.

Ah.

Jesus, you're like a pit-bull in pumps!

We had bets at the office, you know,

where you'd come after me.

I don't think anyone picked
the men room.

Well, we're both lucky
your stall was locked.

It was a bad ID,
you're gonna lose the hearing,

come down off the sixth
and I'll get him to take it.

You can have five.

Uh-uh, that was too easy,
what's going on?

Fine, you can have eight.

Your case is falling apart,

that's why you're being such
a tight ass with the Rosario.

That case is air tight,
you've got, er...

An hour to take the five,

after that, deal's off the table.

- Hey, Andrew.
- Hey.

The D.A. came down to five,

with good time you'll be out in four.

See, I knew this was coming.

You know I have your back

but if you blow trial, it's not
five years, it's fifteen.

I don't care if it's 50,
I ain't never touched that girl

Brandell, a straight A
engineering student

is gonna get up on that stand,
point at you and say,

"I will never forget the face

of the man who tried to rape me."

All I know is that I went out for a run,

next thing I know
I'm in the back of a cop car,

chick I ain't never seen talking about

I tried to rape her.

Nine months, I've been locked down

for something I didn't do.

I lost my job, my wife,

her and my kids had to move back in

with her momma in Atlanta.

I ain't seen my little girls.

- You had her locket.
- I told you, I found it!

It's a bad fact,

please don't play like
you don't know that.

You know... What's funny?

I-I actually couldn't believe my luck.

I thought I could give

- that locket to my youngest daughter.
- Brandell,

you take the five years,

your Tosh is in pre-school
by the time you get out.

You blow trial, she's in college.

I didn't do this,

I'm not copping out... I can't.

Then we fight.

Ladies and gentleman,

the police did a procedure
in this case called a Show Up.

That's a line up,
a line up in the streets,

a line up with only one choice,

my client, Brandell Willis.

Had my client not been running in the...

Yo, Fight Club!

Oh God, jeez.

I heard someone
couldn't keep their hands

off one of their clients today?

Heard it ended with you in handcuffs.

- You jealous?
- Only 'cause I wasn't there.

Turn around.

Don't tell me the judge
is finally coming

to watch you on trial.

We're meeting for lunch at the club.

- Hmm.
- What?

Just imagining what it's gonna be like

to have you call me boss.

Cute, I call you
a lot of things, Charlie,

trust me, boss ain't never
gonna be one of them.

And anyway Tom would never
promote you over me.

I don't know, only one of us beat down

- a court officer today.
- And the other one of us

doesn't want to break a nail,
now get out.

I promise not to enjoy

- bossing you around at all.
- Beat it.

- OK, I'm going.
- Beat it, beat it.

Yes, she wants me.

There seems to be a mistake,

I applied for the civil division.

Normal case load for a new attorney

is 125 misdemeanors.

125?

You gonna be able to handle this

without bitching and moaning?

Because I hate bitching and moaning,

raises my blood pressure.

Really?

Well, hello, young Condoleezza Rice.

I'm Vanessa Hastings, I'm new.

I gotta share my office with a rookie?

What did I say to you a minute ago?

You hate bitching and moaning.

You see that,
she's only been here 15 minutes

and I already like her better than you.

Who's my assistant?

- Take that back.
- Tom!

Not now, Charlie, I have to go
talk to Judge Adler,

some idiot got handcuffed
in his courtroom this morning.

You know, I heard she was
more heroic than idiotic.

All I know is that, because of you,

I have to put on a tie.

OK, listen, I got Hammond
to come down to five

but I can't get my guy to swallow it.

Say you gotta go I.D.

Oh God, I'm just hoping
the show up was bad.

You're gonna roll the dice and
hope a defense reveals itself

for the suppression hearing?

Oh, please, you know I always have

something in my back pocket,
I just don't know what yet.

- What judge you pull?
- Blackburn.

- Shit, he needs to plead.
- My guy didn't do it.

Didn't homeboy have the
victims locket in his pocket?

Yeah, whatever, Dr. Seuss!

Jesus, both of you, grow up!

Charlie, take the rookie
over to arraignments.

Tell her something encouraging
and keep an eye on her,

she's a Caldwell fellow.

What the hell is that?

She's a first year associate
at Caldwell, Drummond and Hale.

She does a year of public service,

they pay her a full Caldwell salary.

Guess we know who's buying lunch.

Yo, rookie, let's roll.

Someone gets arrested,
they disappear into the system.

On a good day, they pop up here
24 hours later

and get assigned a lawyer.

Oh, come on, Joel,

give her one day of community service,

Haven't you ever stolen
the least itty bitty thing?

Miss. Campbell.

You're not taking advantage
of Mr. Maknimara are you?

I take advantage of everyone,
Your Honor,

but when I smile,
they don't seem to mind.

Tracy, this is...
What's your name again?

Vanessa Hastings, it's nice to meet you.

Docket ending 822,
The People vs. Julie Sulowitz.

Penal Law 240.37.

Loitering for the purposes of engaging

in prostitution, step up!

Fun fact about Charlie,

he once slept with
a 60 year old fat woman

for her play off tickets.

Damn right, dugout seats!

I'd do it again.

Interview your client,

confirm the details on this CJA sheet

and try to get him out on bail

or cop him out to community service.

But don't give anyone a criminal record

that doesn't already have one.

Rookie dumping?

Is this a preview of your

brand new super fashion, Charlie?

I got four cases in Part F, ten in AP5

and two felonies set to trial.

So, I dapper dodge you.

Fly, baby bird, fly.

What is that smell?

A delightful potpourri of piss,
B.O. and baloney sandwiches.

It'll never come out
of that pretty suit.

How did the victim
describe her attacker?

She described him as a black male

wearing dark exercise sweats

and a blue hoodie with white lettering.

Then after the victim
gave you this description,

what did you do?

My partner and I canvassed the area,

we saw the defendant
running near the crime scene,

we stopped him and upon
performing a safety search,

found a gold necklace
in his pants pocket.

We transported him back
to the scene of the assault.

- What happened next?
- The victim identified the defendant

and the necklace,
I placed him under arrest.

Thank you... No further questions.

Officer, when you found
the incredibly dangerous locket

in Mr. Lewis' shorts, - Objection.

Oh, lighten up, Hammond.

Miss. Sullivan, please don't
taunt the prosecutor.

When you transported Mr. Lewis
to the crime scene,

where did you park the patrol car

in relation to the ambulance
treating the victim?

Across the street,
a couple car lengths south.

And did you keep Mr. Lewis in the car

or did you take him out?

I took him out, uncuffed him,

another officer brought the victim

partway across the street,

she identified him
from about 20 feet away.

She identified him
from about 20 feet away,

would that be about...

- This far?
- That's about right.

When you took Mr. Lewis out of the car,

where did you stand him?

Just outside the car.

And was the door open or shut?

Open, the victim identified him
before I even shut the door.

You said you parked the car
just south of the ambulance

and across the street?

So, the other officer walked the victim,

what, diagonally across the street

toward the front of your cruiser?

- Yes.
- So, you hid Mr. Lewis

behind the open door?

Objection,
who said anything about hiding?

Sustained, but now I'm curious.

He was standing behind the door,

so the victim couldn't see
that he was wearing shorts

- and not sweat pants!
- Objection, speculation.

Your Honor,
this show up hid a crucial way

that Mr. Lewis' clothes did not
match the victims description

and was therefore unduly suggestive.

Unduly being the operative word here.

They did not have to hide him
behind the door.

They could have let her see all of him.

I move to suppress
the in-court identification.

Enough.

You two are worse than my grandchildren.

Standing the defendant
behind the cruiser door

did not create a risk that the victim

would incorrectly identify him.

The defense's motion to suppress

the victims in-court identification

of Mr. Lewis is therefore denied.

- Your Honor.
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

You get what you get
and you don't get upset.

Alright, we will adjourn for the day,

we begin trial tomorrow.

How is she?

As I've heard you say, she bouji.

Well, she is a Caldwell fellow,
she makes 180 K to our 70.

Just when I thought

she couldn't possibly annoy me more.

Counselor, I'll give him five days.

Five days?

But, Your Honor, what about time served?

He was just charged
with sleeping in the subway.

Ah, sleep.

Something you might get if you
laid off those energy drinks.

Ask your client, counselor.

We don't like her,
let the bouji have her sank.

Shut up.

Your Honor, we have a rookie here.

Really? I couldn't tell.

- Ask your client.
- But...

Miss Sullivan, I have
a docket to move here.

OK.

But why would he want to go to jail.

Five days, he serves three,

that's three days of three square meals

and a roof over his head, ask him.

- Is this what you want?
- Yes.

He'll take the five days.

Welcome to hell.

You remind me of your mother.

Why? It's not a flask and I like men.

Yes, um, my daughter will have
a sparkling water, please.

Dad, you know,
next time you invite me here,

I'm a wear a dashiki and a head wrap.

That old bag, Judge Bolter
even stopped making women

wear pantyhoes in her court room.

Look, this just a means
to an end, sweetheart.

Back when I was practicing,
judge Brown overruled

every objection I made,
until I became a member here.

That couple, they always like to talk

about how all lives matter.

I get such pleasure
from making them uncomfortable.

So, I had drinks with
James Pinmore the other day

and he said that they would love

for you to come and meet
at Hamilton Grey.

Look, take the interview,
what's it gonna hurt?

My soul, dad,
it would shrivel up and die!

- Oh, come on.
- No, thank you.

Look, I know you wanna save the world

but you could do it more effectively

from a place like Hamilton Grey.

What is this? Some misguided attempt

to help people like your brother?

My career is not about David!

No, he got the time that he deserved!

Nobody deserves five years
for a burglary, Dad!

I do this job because I believe
in it and I'm good at it

and if you actually took the time

and came and watched me you'd see that.

But I guess you have to be
a drunk in this family

to get your attention.

If I remember correctly,

I helped you pay your rent last month.

I'm not gonna sanction
your poor choice of a career

by coming and watching you in court.

Wow.

I thought we might have a nice lunch,

where for once, you know,

you didn't mention
what a disappointment I am.

Officer, this is Mr. Lewis'
arrest photo,

would you please describe
what he is wearing.

Black exercise sweats
and a blue nylon hoodie

with dollar signs across the front.

Dollar signs, not lettering

and actually Mr. Lewis
is not wearing black sweats,

he's wearing black shorts,
isn't that right?

Black sweatshorts, I thought
they matched the description...

By matched, do you mean dollar
signs instead of lettering

and shorts instead of pants, withdrawn.

When you conducted your safety search,

what did you do?

I padded the defendant down

and felt something in his shorts pocket.

I reached in and removed it.

Officer, this is a prop 9mm Glock.

This is a Beretta 22.

One of the smallest guns on the market

and these are a variety of knives.

Would you please explain
why this felt like a weapon?

- Objection!
- On what grounds?

You don't like the answer?

Overruled.

Don't gloat.

You may answer.

I didn't know what it could be.

So, it was the non-descript
dangerous object?

Your Honor, during a Terry stop,

the officer is allowed
to conduct a safety frisk

but he is not allowed
to go into the suspects pocket

and just pull out evidence.

The locket should be suppressed.

Your Honor, he did now know
what the object was,

- it could have been anything...
- Not anything dangerous.

She's right, Mr. Hammond,
the locket is out.

Alright, we will continue
this hearing this afternoon.

You might win some
but you just lost one.

I thought Hammond
was trying to hide something

in the Rosario
but there is nothing here.

Uh, what's going on over there?

No, that is my phone!

Oh my God, I cannot believe

my room mate is getting dick pics

and I don't know from who.

I am underwhelmed.

And who was that?

I dunno, somebody keeps calling
and won't leave a message,

probably AMEX,
apparently they're serious

about this whole minimum payment thing.

It might be that new ATB lawyer.

I gave him your number.

The knuckle-cracker?
Girl, you know he is annoying.

Have you noticed that you find anyone

who's not your law school
professor crush annoying?

Who, Bennet? Girl, please, that's cray.

We never even dated,
he doesn't like me like that.

How do you know?

You told me you never
put it on the table.

- Because...
- Anyone seen the rookie?

You lost the rookie,
that is awesome, good job.

- I told you to watch her.
- I did, Charlie.

And then I killer her for her shoes.

Hey, how did it go today?

Well, it's not civil court.

Ah, civil court...

Where white people argue
over white people problems.

Here, make yourself useful.

What is this?

Witness statements, police reports,

cop's memo book.

What am I looking for?

A defense theory.

Well, shouldn't you have figured it out

from the discovery?

Ain't she cute?

Discovery is called Rosario material

and in criminal court
we're not actually

legally entitled to it,

until after the jury is sworn.

That's not fair, how are you
supposed to prepare?

You're catching on.

What's with the redactions?

That's the stuff
that proves he's innocent.

Yeah, victim and witness,
addresses and phone numbers,

we could interview them
but the prosecutor makes sure

that we can't find them, in fact,

they black it out so hard

that even if you hold it
up to the light...

Wait a minute.

Why didn't I catch that before?

He missed one!

This is the victim's
boyfriend's address.

Do you still have those phone records?

According to the report,
she was on the phone with him

when she was attacked

and the cops never even talked to him.

Campbell, let's go see
what Mr. Boyfriend has to say.

Miss Wong, you were attacked
at ten o'clock,

coming from a yoga class, correct?

Yes.

And when this person attacked you,

he pushed you to the pavement
face first, correct?

Yes but I turned and saw him
very clearly

before he pushed me down.

Well, you were talking to your
boyfriend James on the phone

when you first heard someone behind you,

- isn't that right?
- Yes.

These are your cell phone records,

you were talking to him
for 42 minutes, right?

I guess.

It was an emotional
conversation, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

You were distraught and crying,
weren't you?

You'd been fighting for 42 minutes

and James said
he wanted to break up, right?

- Yes.
- In fact,

James said he wanted to break up

and then you told him
that you might be pregnant?

What does that have to do with anything?

I was almost raped!

Your Honor, I am not trying
to embarrass this witness,

I'm just trying to get at
her state of mind

when she was attacked.

Overruled but you are on
a very short leash.

Miss Wong, you're a college
aged women who had sex!

Nobody here is judging you, in fact,

everyone in this room had sex
at your age,

except maybe Mr. Hammond.

You were this upset when you told James

because you weren't happy about
maybe being pregnant, right?

Yes.

And, by the way,
it was pretty dark out there

because these three street lights

were out that night, right?

Yes, except the porch lights
at the fraternity were on.

Ah, well this photograph taken
by our defense investigator,

just two days later,

shows the fraternity lights out.

The fraternity was suspended.

They were suspended for hazing
the day after I was attacked.

The lights were on that night.

I might have been crying
but I saw who attacked me

and I am one hundred percent
sure it was him.

Judge, my client maintains

the complainant attacked him first,

he was defending himself.

The people offer an A misdemeanor

and 90 days, Your Honor.

Alternatively we request
5000 dollars bail.

Five thousand? That's ridiculous!

Five's not out of the ball park

with a rap sheet as long as his,

how about 60 days?

Your Honor, my client lives
in SRO, you might as well...

Is that a no?

I'll wave motions,
I want immediate an trial date.

How about December 19th?

That is ten weeks away.

I can't manufacture
trial parts, Miss Campbell.

What's happening?

We're getting screwed,

you gotta take the 60 days, Kenneth

if you take the 60, you'll be out in 40,

if you fight it,
you're gonna be in for longer.

But I didn't do it and
if I plead, I'll lose my room.

Counselor, what date do you want?

I need ten more seconds, please!

- December 19th for trial.
- Kenneth, take the plea.

Bring in the next case, please.

No, he'll take the plea, he'll take it.

- I wanna take the 5 years.
- That deal is off the table.

Then I wanna testify.

Absolutely not, you have nothing to add!

I got my story, my side.

That prosecutor will
take you apart piece by piece.

You think I'm just some...
What, some dumb ass thug?

Look, I know I may not dress
like you or talk like you,

with your, "Why, yes, Your Honor",

we'd like to have this evidence
thrown out of court, Na, Na."

OK, you know what,

you would make a horrible witness.

There are consequences,
Randell, to your neck tattoos

and your saggy pants,
the jury is not gonna like you,

not the white jurors
and not the black ones either,

including the brother
who works for AT&T.

He is not gonna like you

because he thinks
you bring the curve down.

I don't like it but it is the truth.

If you want me to let you
tell your story, I will.

But all of your anger

and your resentment will spell out

it is real, and it is justifiable.

But they will hate you
and they will convict you.

Do you understand?

This closet is for our clients,
Sullivan. Not for you.

Although I am feeling
that green floral jacket.

- Get out!
- What's wrong with you?

Maybe you should stop
having these panic attacks

if you'd admit
you still have feelings for me.

Do you miss how I put
it down a little bit?

No, stop, stop! Worst idea ever!

- Would I begged to differ?
- No, you are like a donut.

You are like a maple,
glaze, bacon donut.

You're just a few seconds of fun
and you always regret after.

- So, in bed it would be fun?
- This never happened, Charlie.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna tell anyone.

Except maybe the court offices.

But I'm sure they'll
keep it to themselves.

- I don't have a defense.
- No woman does.

Oh, my... Do you claim
a tax deduction for that ego?

You worry too much, Sullivan.
You go home at night

and you lie awake
thinking about your clients.

When I go home, I'm drinking
Macallan and playing Madden.

And that's the difference between us.

You don't care about your clients.

You just care about winning.

I care about my clients
by caring about winning.

My guy has a shitty case. He pleas.

He's a triable one,
we try it. And guess what?

Most of the time my interest
and my clients' overlap.

Wow! That's so inspiring.
You should copyright that.

In fact, if you become a supervisor

why don't you just start
a welcoming speech

for the rookies...

What?

Do you remember what Tom always
said when we just started?

- Go back to basics!
- Go back to basics!

Thanks, donut.

So, we'll go meet back
in here later. Gwen!

- Charlie, again?
- Shut up!

- Hands up! Don't shoot!
- Step away from the window.

I just talked to your boss.
He ain't happy.

What else can you do?

Maybe you should reconsider
the whole burglar thing.

If I was a blond named Jessica,

would you still think I was a burglar?

Mam, you were trying
to jimmy the window.

- Good point.
- Why were you trying to get in

to turn on the porch lights anyway?

I was trying to see
the lighting conditions.

This fraternity is on my beat.

Trust me, porch lights are blinding.

Are you saying this because it's true

or because you want me to lose my case?

I've got no dog in your fight.

I might have,
But NYPD was not interested.

- Wait, what?
- I was involved

tracking the suspect that night.

We picked up some guy
that fit the description,

I radioed in to the NYPD.

They said they already got
the guy. They cut our guy loose.

Did you try and get paper work
over to the Prosecutor?

Of course.

- You withheld this.
- It was misfiled.

Seriously, Hammond?

Counsels, address the court,
not each other.

I just showed the victim this photo.

- She said that was not him.
- You know that doesn't matter.

My client's face
was invented in her brain

because of that ridiculous show-up.

Counselors, I said
address yourselves to me.

Your Honor, this clearly
is a Brady violation.

I want sanctions, dismiss the case.

Mr Hammond. Did you know another person
had been detained?

- No, I did not.
- Bullshit!

It's the reason
why you offered my client

three years because
he knew if I found out

his case would disappear.

One more curse word from you,
and I will hold you in contempt.

That's like adult time out, but worse.

Now you can argue
all of these to a Jury.

That's not enough. My client has
been in jail for nine months.

Stop throwing a temper tantrum!

Your Honor, how many people
are in Attica right now

because the prosecution

didn't forget the black guy's
out of the witness' dress!

One more word, Miss Sullivan!

This is a joke! The DA's Office
does this all the time.

And I expect it from a prick
like him but not from you!

You are supposed to care.

We are not processing savages.
These are human beings.

I mean, why will we even
bother with a trial at all?

Why don't we just take him back

and hang him from a tree?

Miss Sullivan, you are in contempt.

Officer Johnson, could you
please escort her to lock-up?

How should they pay you?

Nickle bag just down on the corner

and tell people who to buy from.

I think we might have
a good story for the Grand Jury.

We are going to use
the fact that the cops

recovered drugs on you to our advantage.

- How?
- We can make you a plain buyer.

You weren't steering
anyone towards the dealer.

Okay? You bought.
Some guy asked you to escort.

There is a difference
between sale and possession.

Cool!

- You told them to lie.
- He is an addict

facing a 4.5 to 9 now for
dealing. And all he did was

take 5 dollars worth of heroin
to a point down the street.

The rules are there for a reason.

Have you been paying attention?

My client just plead guilty
to a crime he didn't commit

because he couldn't afford a bail.

The rules are screwing our client.

But if we cheat, we only bring
ourselves down to their level.

What are you doing here exactly?

You just slumped it for a few months?

I didn't ask for this.

I wanted in housing or immigration.

Oh, what happened? Mommy and Daddy,

they didn't pull the right strings?

You don't like me because I have money?

I don't like you cause you think
you are too good for this place.

Because you hate
getting your hands dirty.

I mean, look at these two guys.

They don't look any more
like two black men

you just grab on the street.
It's the cross racial of it all.

Which I haven't brought up in court yet.

How would you do that without an expert?

Why people don't like to admit
we all look alike?

Okay, okay.

I know the contempt thing
is not very supervisorial.

But are you seriously
considering Charlie?

During a trial last month
he kept mispronouncing

- his client's name.
- He did win.

- It's all that matters.
- Gwen...

Last month, you chased down
Judge Goldberg at his son's

bar mitzvah demanding he lower
someone's bail.

- Yeah.
- In the last trial you lost,

you asked the Judge to hold
the Jury four times.

Now you are in handcuffs
three times in three days.

I mean, sometimes you are
a little bit too passion?

- What's wrong with passion?
- Passion is great.

Passion gave me
a heart attack at age 48.

I want you to go out there

and apologize to Judge Blackwood.

Absolutely not.

Look Gwen, if you don't survive
the last battles,

then you can't win the war.

Apology accepted, Miss Sullivan.

She is a talented lawyer, Tom.

Oh, I know she is, Judge.
And I appreciate...

I mean, we appreciate your tolerance.

But she's just disrespectful.

I'm disciplined even if

facial expressions in this
court, they're indescribable...

- Holy shit!
- See! There, right there!

No, Your Honor.
It's just... I got an idea.

Miss Wang, if I were a sketch artist

what would you tell me about
the man Who tried to rape you?

Objection! Miss Sullivan
is not in fact a sketch artist.

I'll allow it.

Eh... He was black, tall, short hair.

What about the shape of his face?

Regular, I guess, kind of oval-ish.

His hairline? Was it square, round?

I'm not sure.

His eyes, were they wide set,
closed together?

- I'm not really sure.
- How about his nose?

Was it large, small, wide, flat, pointy?

- I don't know.
- How about his chin?

Or his cheeck bones,
his ears, his forehead.

Is there anything you can tell us?

He was black.

Yes, you've told us. He was black.

Miss Wang, based
on your testimony just now

this is the face of the man
who tried to rape you.

My God! Objection!

All right, not one more word,
either of you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going
to ask you to step out, please.

Your honor, Ms. Cooper
is a sketch artist certified

by the international association
of identification.

Your honor, this is outrageous.

What is it outrageous is this man

being ripped from his life

and his family and charged
with attempted rape

based on nothing other than
it was a black man who did it.

Your honor, after sitting
in this court room

for several hours,
looking directly at Mr. Louis,

she can't even identify him.

No reasonable jury is going
to be able to find

beyond a reasonable doubt
that he committed this crime.

This is absurd.

Sketch artists spend hours
with their victim.

They have scores of questions

designed to elicit
an accurate description.

You wanna have the sketch
artist do that right here?

We can let the jury sit
through the whole thing.

Mr. Hamon?

Then I am directing a not guilty verdict

in favor of Mr. Louis.

Your honor.

Mr. Hamon, you get what you get

and you don't get upset.

Not guilty. It's over.

Thank you.

Why are you in a closet?

Internal crash.

Oh.

This place is a nightmare.

I know.

The computers are from like 1999,

there's no support staff to speak of

and the entire place has a smell.

My bad, I thought you were
talking about the injustice.

Like the fact that my client
almost went to prison

because a college girl
can't tell black people apart.

That too.

Does this get any better?

In some ways it does.

You learn the law, you get
more comfortable in court

you even get used to the smell.

But chances are you'll screw up

and some will go to jail because of it.

You just gotta learn
to live with it. All of it.

Have you?

Vanessa, I'm sitting
in a clothes closet.

You ran the guilty plea down
my client's throat yesterday.

I've got a hundred cases on my docket.

If I don't dispose of them
quickly I hear about it

from the chief junction and besides,

if you didn't do this,
you did something else.

You say some shit like that,

it makes me not want
to have sex with you.

Are you sure?

You know, I hate
that I can't manipulate you.

No, you don't. It turns you on.

Maybe, maybe. But right now,

the other thing turns me off more.

I'll definitely be calling you. Cheers.

You're gonna call twins?

Not at the same time.

Shots are in the room.
Let's do this thing,

Oh yes, double fisting.

Here's to the win.

Can't wait to do it again.

Drink number three
and you haven't eaten,

do not get drunk
and fall on top of Charlie.

Mind your business.

It'll be my business next month
when you all are fighting

like cats and dogs
and driving each other crazy

and then you'll be like,
?Why didn't you stop me??

I'm not sleeping with Charlie, trust me.

You better not be sleeping with Charlie.

Are you gonna stand there,
in that bad ass dress?

Looking all fine and pretending
you don't want me?

Or you can live in this moment.

Forget all those do's and don'ts
fooling around in that

pretty little head of yours.

And come get this...

Maple glazed bacon donut.

What's with you and these damn closets?

Shut up.

- Hey, what's going on in there?
- It's private!

Next time on In Contempt

- Ladies.
- Oh, my Lord!

You slept with him last night!

Charlie doesn't like anyone but himself.

- No!
- Everybody's lying

and don't expect the truth

until they trust you.
Remember, you're the lawyer.

So, be confident and authoritative.

I don't care how you do it,
but you gotta find a way

to get your client to trust you.
Especially you.

You look and act just like a prosecutor.

There, Bennet.

That's the hot law professor?

I would show off for his office hours.

So here's to old friends reconnecting.

I'll drink to that.

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