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So, Jimmy, the Dwayne Darro murder trial starts Wednesday.

God, I hope they toss that broad and throw away the key.

You still think Black Betty did it? Of course she did.

You know she fired another lawyer last night?

The trial's about to start.

I mean, who does that?

And that boyfriend!

Well, I'd get myself a boyfriend, too,

if I had to live with Dwayne Darro,

the music junkie creep.

What the hell!

Who's in my spot?!

That's all we got for today?

What about the Brennan divorce?

They worked it out.

That sucks.

I mean, for us.

I'm looking for a Pete Kaczmarek.

I know you.

Great.

That'll save us both time.

Why'd you do it, Betty? Why'd you do it?

You want to take care of that? Yeah, uh, Zoey, office.

Uh, right this way.

Come on, I'll hide you.

Hey! Hey, come on, you people can't be here!

You want to spend the night in jail? Out!

Private property!

Get out of here! Go, go, go!

What the hell is going on here?

And who's got their Porsche parked in my spot?

How'd you sleep, Nick? Okay, what do you want?

Well, I don't know if you heard the rumor

that Betty Johnson fired her sixth attorney,

but she's now looking for new legal representation.

Yeah, well, Black Betty, she shouldn't look here.

It'd be a bold move, Nick.

Bold move, my ass!

Come on, Dwayne Darro? He was a hero of mine.

Jess and I probably saw him a hundred times.

I sang "Sending Me Angels"

at our wedding, for crying out loud.

I am not-- not gonna represent a hero killer.

Alleged hero killer.

Alleged!

That Black Betty and that...

boy toy she was bangin'

stole millions worth of silver from Dwayne's safe.

Just because she took that silver

does not mean that she killed him. Yeah.

Try selling that to a jury.

So you can tell her to leave!

And move her damn car already, because I'm double-parked!

Your car can wait.

And I'll have a coffee.

Black.

Sit.

So... it's obvious from the gibberish you just spewed

that you've been following my case in the newspapers.

They're making me out to look like O.J. with boobs.

Look, Dwayne was an addict

and a pain in my ass...

but I loved him.

And unlike O.J., I didn't do it.

So tell me how you'd fight this.

Well, first of all...

There's solid evidence linking you to the theft...

The silver was mine.

Silver bars were his idea of showing me

that I'd be taken care of

in case anything ever happened to him.

It was the least he could do.

Eight years, and the bastard never married me.

What about the ring you took from his safe?

Was that yours also?

No.

That I stole.

Okay, the, uh, prosecution's

gonna argue that your motive

for murder was stealing the silver,

but if, as you say, the silver was already yours,

then you had no motive.

We just need to find someone

who d have motive and point the finger...

As long as you don't point the finger at Jason.

You know, the boy toy I was banging.

Yeah, uh, Betty, we realize

this is a sensitive area, but one would argue

since Jason built the safe...

Jason and I didn't do anything wrong.

Great! Listen, uh, we don't want to waste your time or ours.

I don't think this firm is right

to represent you in this matter.

I appreciate your blunt honesty, Mr. Morelli.

Really.

Most people just lie

about how much they hate me.

You're both hired.

Don't screw it up.

You'll have a check tomorrow.

Do you believe that?

We're not taking this case. We just did.

We're not taking this case. We just did!

Well, then I invoke my power to veto.

Oh-ho, okay, well, according to Morelli-Kaczmarek rules,

we're each allowed

five vetoes per year, and you, my friend,

have already used up your five, plus two I gave you gratis.

I don't care. You don't care?

Forget it!

No! We're not taking this case!

That's final!

All right, I don't care if

you're not taking it, because I am.

Nick! Your car's being towed!

Oh! Damn it!

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?!

You guys have all represented Betty.

What do I need to know?

You shouldn't have taken it. The girl's rude.

Sh-She's ungrateful. She's like a trucker.

Come on, she can't be that bad. Oh, yeah?

I want to hear you say that after she fires you.

Worst part is, you have to try her

side by side with the boyfriend.

That Nichols guy, what a thug he is.

Got a rap sheet as long as your arm-- robbery and assaults.

Yeah, having him sitting next to you

puts a bull's-eye right on Betty's back.

Worse than the boyfriend is his dimwit lawyer.

What's his name? Howell.

Ambulance chaser doing a murder trial,

and you're stuck with him at your table, too.

How have you not been able to get these cases severed?

We tried to get them separated a hundred different ways.

Between the DA's office and this judge? It's not gonna happen.

They're gonna want to hang 'em together.

All right, guys, well, thanks for the advice.

Anytime. I got breakfast. I'll see you in court.

Hm!

Cute...

having your meeting at my breakfast spot.

What, you trying to lure me in? Lure?

What, do you think, I'm a dumb trout

that's gonna bite at every worm?

Trout? Worm?

I like the coffee here, Nicky.

The coffee here sucks!

I'm sorry, Evelyn, it's, uh...

The pancakes are good.

Not gonna happen, Pete.

I am not going to get involved.

Period. Fine. No problem.

I'm late anyway.

Gotta go to Dwayne Darro's house.

It's on the market, you know.

Probably the last time anyone's gonna get to see it.

Kind of like my own private tour of Graceland.

You enjoy those egg whites

and those pigs in a blanket, Nicky.

Pete! Hang on a second. Hang on.

Hang on...

Okay, listen...

I'll go as a tourist.

But it does not change my veto.

Fine. I'm running late, though, Nick. I...

Okay, wait, wait, wait. Wait!

I got it.

Pete, look.

Look at that!

This piano's the one Liberace gave to Dwayne.

Wow! Look at all these gold records.

A picture with Wayne.

Dwayne and Wayne.

Bowling lanes, Nick.

There are bowling lanes down here!

Cool.

Dwayne used to play it for me

every time he wanted to get me between his... sweaty sheets.

Thanks for the visual.

Hey! Betty, you're here.

Great. Let's get started.

You didn't tell me she was gonna be here.

Just a tourist,

remember?

Okay, why don't you tell me about Jason.

Well... Dwayne had hired him to build us a vault in the cellar,

so he was around a lot.

Dwayne was using and more, and Jason,

well, he was just there for me.

What could I say? I'm a sucker

for a hot man with a hammer. - Sweet.

You cheat on Dwayne in his own house

and you make a joke about it?

This was our house-- my home--

and there was nothing funny about it.

You have no idea what it was like.

Dwayne went crazy those last years.

Do you know he ripped an earring right out of my ear?

Jason drove me to get the stitches.

Who would you have picked?

Well, you had already made a commit... Okay, okay.

Why don't you walk me through what happened that night.

Well, Dwayne and I got into it real bad

the night before he died.

I called Jason and told him I was ready to get the hell out.

So, the next day, we came back and packed up my stuff.

I thought Dwayne was at rehearsals.

I went upstairs to pack, and Jason...

Jason went down to the vault.

Wow.

This is huge.

Well, it had to hold Dwayne's silver, $4 million-worth...

I told you, it was mine.

Why didn't he give you cash,

or a checking account or a CD or something?

You're such genius, why don't you figure it out.

Okay, you know what, why don't you show us where you found Dwayne.

Great.

Uh... Go.

So I was in the middle of packing

when I came downstairs looking for a pair of my Jimmy Choos.

He was just lying there.

I turned him; I started to shake him.

I guess I must've been screaming

'cause Jason ran in.

I wanted to call 911,

but Jason said Dwayne was already gone.

He wanted to finish loading the silver first,

so that's what we did.

How very productive of you.

Wow. Well, Dwayne was gone.

He had overdosed. There was nothing I could do.

Except for Dwayne did not die of an overdose.

The coroner said he had pressure markings on his face.

He was smothered with a pillow.

Wait, hey... Look, I'm no doctor,

but in my experience, addicts die of their addictions.

I'm an alcoholic, okay?

Sober ten years.

That's how I met Dwayne.

In rehab. Oh.

We fell in love. Sweet.

You loved Dwayne?

I thought you loved Jason.

I loved 'em both. It's possible...

You have a problem with that? Me? No.

No.

It's a very touching story.

It is.

You know that look that you've been giving me

ever since I walked into your office?

We're working on that. Shh!

I can't even get my nails done

without people giving me that look.

All day long, I have to put up with everyone's crap.

You know what I won't put up with, Nicky?

Hmm?

You.

You're off the case.

I'm not even on it! Good!

We'll see you in court tomorrow.

Don't be late!

Some tourist you are, Nick.

Jerk.

What is wrong with you?! She's guilty, Pete.

You were supposed to be a tourist in there,

not the frickin' DA!

You sound like that nerd Cole!

Hey, you know what, she cheated on the guy, all right?

Are you bringing Jess into this?

Jess didn't cheat on me.

Exactly! So why are you acting so wound up?

Jess and I loved this guy; He's gone now.

It's, it's over. Betty deserves a good defense.

The entire city is out to crucify her.

The last thing she needs is for her lawyers to turn on her, too.

I am not her lawyer. Maybe you should be.

You think like the jury on this one, you'll know how to turn them.

Losers!

She's nuts.

She was living with an addict, Nicky.

You have any idea what that does to a person?

It-it-it kills you.

The... the-the lies, the promises to change!

Believe me, I should know!

Unbelievable!

You are so rude!

You really gonna play that card again?

Hey!

What was that for?

I hate you, you know that.

I gotta stay up all night, catch up on the case.

What? Are you serious? Are you actually in?

Yeah, I'm in. You happy?

We get a shot at this, Nicky.

Shot? No defense, no prep time.

You're the one that's nuts.

We are representing the most hated woman in all Las Vegas.

This is gonna be great! The Defenders!

Good morning, sir. Morning.

We're looking for you to help sever these cases.

We defend Betty, and Jason's lawyer defends him separately.

That's not gonna happen; the judge ruled against it.

That's because you fought the judge.

But if you tell him you're not opposing, he'll let you sever it.

Why would I do that? We haven't even met our co-counsel.

We haven't had time to coordinate a defense.

That's my problem, how?

You represent the people.

The people want a fair shake...

No. No, what the people want is justice

for these hero killers.

This is a new low even for you two.

Betty and Jason hang together.

Nick, don't go there.

"Hero killers." What did I tell you?

Yeah, well, wh-what did I tell you? You sound just like Cole.

"A new low." Nice!

Buddha.

I am not a monk!

I'm a lawyer.

You don't see me sitting on top of the mountain

eating miso soup, do ya?

What's your pit bull doing here, huh?

Just be glad he is.

There's our co-counsel Howell.

Whew!

Ambulance chaser.

Guys, guys, guys, the jury is watching.

It's, um... well, it's simple really.

The defendants, Betty Johnson and Jason Nichols,

callously killed Dwayne Darro.

They killed our Dwayne Darro,

by pressing a cushion into his face.

They stood over him and watched him die.

And why?

Greed.

They wanted to steal $4 million worth of silver

out of Dwayne's safe, and they did.

They killed our Dwayne.

You have the opportunity to do something about it.

Order! Order!

Wow. Packed house, isn't it?

Everybody came down to see the show.

'Cause that's what this is.

A circus put on by the DA's office

to pin Dwayne's murder on this young couple right here.

But how does the prosecution know that a third party

didn't come in that night to murder Dwayne Darro?

You see?

The sooner that we get these two acquitted,

the sooner the police can find the person that really did this.

Mr. Kaczmarek?

We wish to waive opening statement, Your Honor.

You sure you want to do that, Mr. Kaczmarek?

Yeah, we're sure.

Suit yourself.

We'll assemble back in 15.

What the hell was that?!

You're done! Leave!

You, stay.

But I expect you to go up there and say I'm innocent, damn it!

Since your partner apparently is too incompetent.

All right, are you done? 'Cause I want you to listen.

Pete wrote the most beautiful opening I've ever read.

He did the right thing by putting it back in his pocket.

How the hell is that gonna help me?

What your boyfriend's lawyer said in there screwed us.

That a mystery man did it?

You kidding me?

The jury's never gonna buy that.

Now, the jury thinks that Jason did it,

and that means they think that you did it.

The more we separate ourselves from Jason's case, the better.

So we're not saying anything. At least not yet.

Betty, we're never gonna win this case with our opening.

We're gonna win it with our closing.

Okay. Fine.

Another thing--

stop firing us.

That's over.

When we're in, we're in.

And a button a few of those things, will ya?

Detective Cervelli, can you tell us how much time passed

between Dwayne Darro's time of death

and Betty Johnson's call to 911?

Approximately one hour.

And how much time would it take two people to load the silver

and drive it to the storage facility?

About an hour.

So the exact amount of time

it took Betty to call 911?

Objection, Your Honor-- foundation.

This is Mr. Cole's attempt at pure theatrics.

The irony of Mr. Morelli's remark aside,

the silver is necessary to show the time and effort

that went into stealing it. Right here, guys.

Sit down, counsel.

Thank you, Officers.

Your Honor, I'd like to mark this as exhibit one.

Detective, can you identify this silver?

Yes. It's the silver we confiscated

from Betty Johnson's storage unit.

The silver that Betty and Jason coldly carried

past Dwayne's dead body for an hour...

That's bull! Your Honor, I would never... Sit down right now.

Miss Johnson. I would advise you two

to put a leash on your client.

Just sit down right now.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Detective Cervelli, you've been

a detective for a long time, right?

20 years.

Whew! Wow, 20 years.

That's incredible.

And in all those years, you've developed

a good instinct?

I'd like to think so.

And your first instinct when you entered

Dwayne's house and saw his body on the couch

was that he had

an overdose, correct? Correct.

And you remained with that theory

until the coroner's report came out

three days later, right? That's right.

Mm-hmm.

Counsel, what are you doing?

Your Honor... I'm trying to see

how much silver it takes to block the facts.

Because the facts remain--

taking her silver from her own house

does not prove that Betty killed Dwayne.

It just proves she took her silver.

That's it.

Detective, is it possible that while my client

and Betty were loading the silver,

which was rightfully hers,

that someone else could have entered the home

and killed Mr. Darro?

Someone else? You mean while

they were loading the silver right out front?

Exactly.

There was no forced entry.

The only fingerprints we found belonged to Betty and Jason...

Just answer the question, please.

Um, is it possible, or is it not possible

that someone else killed Dwayne?

Yeah, sure. Anything's possible.

Maybe he came down the chimney.

Here you go. Oh, thanks.

You see this one? Ah, geez,

how did that numbskull ever pass the bar?

Every point we put on the board in the courtroom,

he manages to wipe it off.

All right, next witness up is going to be the storage unit manager.

Right. He's going to testify

that Jason and Betty applied to rent a unit the day of the murder.

Yeah, but only Betty signed. Right.

Well, that's what's bugging me.

I mean, they both applied. Why didn't they both sign?

Maybe the manager ran a background check and found Jason's priors.

Jason wouldn't be able to sign if he was a felon.

That numbskull over there might ask the wrong question--

that guy's gonna spill his priors.

Then we'll have a mistrial.

All right, well, we should probably warn him.

Yeah.

Probably should.

What?

Come here.

Listen, he got the same information we did, right?

Is it our fault if he can't figure out

what questions to avoid?

If numbskull steps in it,

the judge is going to have to declare a mistrial.

Severs the cases, and we get rid of numbskull and Jason.

Bold, Nicky. You like that.

Hey, how you doing?

Come on. Something interesting here. Moron. Idiot.

You know this next witness that's coming up--

the storage unit manager?

Well, he says that Jason and Betty both applied.

Jason's signature isn't here.

That's weird, right?

I'm gonna get into that with him.

I don't pull my punches.

So, the defendants came into the storage facility on April 19,

the morning of Dwayne Darro's murder.

Yeah, they wanted to rent a storage unit.

can you tell us who signed for this unit?

Betty Johnson, sir.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Howell?

So, Mr. Brown,

you're saying that both Jason and Betty came

into the storage facility that morning?

That's what I said.

Really?

And they both filled out an application?

Yeah.

So if-if they were both there, like you claim,

then why didn't Jason sign for the unit?

Because I ran a background check

and I'm not allowed to rent to convicted felons.

Uh... objection! Do I really need

to point out that you can't object

to your own question, counsel?

I would like to request a mistrial.

Oh, this is ridiculous! Counsel opened the door himself!

In my chambers, all of you.

My client's priors were ruled inadmissible, Your Honor.

His constitutional rights have been violated!

You're an idiot, you know that?

But I'm not gonna punish your client

with your ineffective assistance of counsel.

I'm declaring a mistrial.

Actually, Your Honor, we'd like

to move forward with this. Our client feels...

No, they're trying to back-door sever this, Your Honor. What?!

You engineered it! Engineered? Your Honor,

we take offense to that.

The only reason they want to continue is

now that the jury knows Jason has priors,

they'll pin it all on him.

Never trust a man who spits when he's angry.

Your Honor, if you're gonna declare a mistrial,

then it has to be for both defendants, okay?

It would be a burden on the State to try them separately.

Trial's almost halfway through, Judge.

Yeah, you really want to go through this with us again?

I'm gonna side with the defense on this, Cole.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Okay, we're about to ask you

to make a very difficult decision.

I know we made an agreement not to pin this on Jason,

but things have changed.

For the better.

The cases are now severed.

The jury now knows about Jason's priors.

We need to get you on the stand saying that you were in

separate parts of the house for 20 minutes,

which you were.

No.

Jason's gonna get his own trial,

his own jury, and even if we said he did it,

that can't use it against him in the future.

Honey, I don't want you to lie for me.

The truth is my defense.

Truth? Betty, the law

doesn't care about the truth!

Do you know how many innocent people we've seen go to jail?

Unless you want to spend the rest

of your life in a six-by-four cell,

you gotta let us point the finger at Jason

because there is nothing pointing

at that accidental overdose.

Jason's been sitting in jail a year because of me.

Because he loves me.

But you you two want me to turn on him?

And I'm the one everyone thinks is such a crappy human being.

No. Never.

Don't ask again or I will fire you.

You still think she's guilty?

Doesn't matter what I think.

If the jury thinks she suffocated him...

we're going down.

Nick!

Nick!

Hey, Nick! Hey, roll over!

Nick!

What the hell?

Next time I come in here

and tell you to roll over, just roll over.

Roll over!

Can't a guy take a nap here?

Roll over! All right.

I can't. My nose is smushed in the pillow.

I don't care if your nose is smushed, okay?

I can hardly breathe!

You sound like a dying walrus.

I can't get any work done, okay?

Just roll over. Hey.

Pete, you're a genius.

Awesome. Good night.

Pete.

Dwayne...

killed Dwayne.

Good morning, Dr. Pitts. It's so nice

to see you again. How are you?

What I have here is

a blown-up version of your coroner's report.

My eyes aren't so good.

Sorry I have to blow things up in order to read 'em.

Um, see here: "The signs of cyanosis and 'pet-e-ka'..."

Petechia.

Yuh-huh. "...coupled with

"the pressure markings

"around the nose and mouth, led me"-- you-- "to conclude

"that someone pressed down on Mr. Darro's face

with a sofa cushion, thus suffocating him."

Is that about right? Yes.

Yeah, you know, I brought something else interesting here.

You mentioned that Dwayne had high levels of heroin

in his bloodstream.

That's true. Mr. Darro was smoking vast quantities

of heroin that night, yes,

but his drug use is completely irrelevant

to the cause of death.

Hmm.

Vast quantities of heroin.

You ever do heroin, Dr. Pitts?

No, I have not.

Well, then how can conclude that his drug use had nothing

to do with his death?

I read books, Mr. Morelli.

I don't need to consume heroin

to know that this was not an overdose.

Books, he reads books.

And in your books, it says

that heroin makes you sleepy;

that it slows down your breathing.

Yes, but that has nothing to do with this case.

Nothing. Oh, oh, Your Honor,

no, no, this is theatrics!

Mr. Morelli?

Your Honor, I'd like to introduce

Exhibit Number Four.

Sofa is the one Dwayne was found in.

You have five minutes.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Dr. Pitts, could you come over here for a second, please?

Please?

Could you lay down on the couch for me? Thank you.

All right.

Let's say that you were smoking

"vast quantities" of tar heroin, okay?

And let's say you fell asleep.

Close your eyes.

I don't hear a question, Your Honor.

Uh, uh, it's coming up, Your Honor.

Okay, you're asleep now.

Let's say, like most men, you rolled over.

How's the air down there, Dr. Pitts?

Not so good.

I said not so good.

Not so good.

Please sit up, please.

So, Dr. Pitts, is it possible

that a man high on heroin,

a drug known to restrict your breathing,

to fall asleep,

roll over on his stomach and asphyxiate himself?

It's possible.

But in this case, no,

because Dwayne was found face up.

Mm-hmm. And I don't think a dead man can turn himself around.

Your Honor, Exhibit

Betty's initial statement to the police.

Could you just read this highlighted part there?

"I came in, I saw the drugs first, and then he looked dead.

I ran and turned him over."

Turned him over.

You know what? You're right.

Dead men can't turn themselves over.

Betty did...

trying to save his life.

Betty knew it from the start that this was not a murder.

She knew all along that Dwayne killed Dwayne.

No further questions. Thank you so much, Dr. Pitts.

You were terrific.

Permission to approach the bench?

We have a new witness we'd like to call:

Jason Nichols.

Oh, Your Honor, that is ridiculous.

Hey! Let's argue it out in chambers.

Jason Nichols has pled guilty to the robbery in exchange

for dropping the murder charges.

You bartered a plea for his testimony!

Your Honor, Jason Nichols is a convicted felon.

He's gonna perjure himself just to save his own skin!

Do you have evidence that he's going to perjure himself?

Your Honor, out of the blue, he decides to take the stand

right after the State

just puts down a big deal

on the table in front of him?

Of course, he's gonna lie.

The credibility of the witness is for the jury to decide.

We're done here, counselors.

I'm sorry, Betty.

No... Jason would never turn on me. Betty.

He'll tell the truth about what happened.

Betty! We have plans when this is over!

He made a deal.

Which means that whatever he says on the stand,

it's not gonna be good.

You don't know him.

You don't.

I do know him. He's a putz!

And can you describe what you saw

when you walked into that TV room?

I saw Betty.

She was standing over Dwayne.

She was suffocating him with one of the sofa cushions.

And did this come as a surprise?

No.

Betty had always said that she'd be better off

if he'd just die.

Still not picking up.

Redial. Redial! Redial!

Trial starts in two hours.

We need to get her on the stand.

Give me the keys to my car. Where are you going?

If I'm not back in time, just stall.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Graceland.

I got bad taste in men, don't I?

Yeah.

You do.

Night before Dwayne died...

I couldn't take it anymore.

If I hadn't told him I was leaving,

maybe he wouldn't have gone on such a bender.

Maybe he'd still be here.

Honey, you hung in there as long as you could.

Here.

Go ahead.

I tried to make it work.

I did.

But I just couldn't make things go back to how they used to be.

Thanks.

What the hell is this?

The Alka-Seltzer is mine.

Coffee's yours.

Oh.

Okay, Betty.

Let's get you cleaned up.

And let's get you sobered up.

I think it's about time

people heard the truth about Betty Johnson.

I thought the law doesn't care about the truth.

Maybe this time they will.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Here we go.

What took you so long?

Zoey.

You know what to do, right?

No one's ever going to believe me.

They made up their minds about who I am a long time ago.

When you walk into that courtroom today,

people are going to turn around,

and for the first time, they're going to see you.

Need some help?

Ms. Johnson, can you tell us

about the bars of silver that you removed from Dwayne's safe?

Well, um...

Dwayne was a... a generous man.

Gave me everything I ever wanted.

That's not why I was with him,

but it was nice. And a few years ago,

I asked him if he can give me some kind of security.

You know, something to fall back on

in case anything ever happened to him.

In case he ever left me.

Except I'm the one that left.

And you asked for the bars of silver for what?

For security?

No. Uh, that was Dwayne's idea.

He liked showing them to me.

Did, at any time, he tell you that the silver was yours?

Yes.

Every day for the last three years.

According to the police report,

you removed something else from Dwayne's house, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

A ring that had belonged to Dwayne's mother.

He promised one day he'd marry me

and put that ring on my finger.

And for a long time, I believed he would change--

finally get sober,

finally marry me.

Till one day I realized

I couldn't spend the rest of my life waiting

and I decided to leave.

But I took that ring,

just in case, one day, he did get sober

and come to find me.

Everybody loved Dwayne.

My partner sang "Sending Me Angels"

to his wife on their wedding.

And embarrassed the heck out of her, too.

There's a reason they called Dwayne Mr. Vegas.

Like Vegas, Dwayne was entertaining.

Dwayne was iconic.

Also like Vegas, Dwayne had a dark side;

a side of addiction and emotional abuse;

a side that Betty endured

for years, despite the pain it caused her.

My client described Dwayne Darro as a generous man.

And I'm sure he was, in many ways.

But Betty...

Dwayne was never generous with you.

Dwayne put you through hell.

All he would allow her to have,

even though she stood by his side for eight years,

was that silver.

Something so heavy and impossible to move,

you... you have to wonder if he meant it

as a way to keep her bound to him.

But Betty is not the kind of girl

that you could keep tied down.

So she took the silver that Dwayne had promised her.

Not the wisest choice,

but it's what gave her the strength to leave.

And that does not make her a thief.

And that does not make her a murderer.

For a year, the media and this entire city

have had a field day judging Betty for her bad choices.

Well, now we are in a court of law, and in here,

you're not allowed to judge people for their choices.

In here...

you just got to make sure that justice gets done.

Thank you.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Okay.

It's in.

What say you?

In the matter of Betty Johnson

in the Clark County District Court,

on the count of first-degree murder:

not guilty.

On the count of robbery:

not guilty.

On the count of petty larceny for the wedding ring: guilty.

Well, you did admit to stealing it.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Oh, here we go.

The Defenders. The Defenders.

There you go. Great. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Oh, for me?

Got her number. Okay. Wow!

How about that?

I thank you very much.

Thank you.

We get Black Betty two years probation,

and we're rock stars.

What'd I tell you?

By the way, you can't call her Black Betty anymore.

She didn't.

She... did.

Oh, my God.

She gave me Dwayne's piano.

You? What are you talking about?

You don't even play piano.

I'll learn, pal.

My case, my piano.

Hey. Your case? It was our case.

You vetoed.

I didn't even get a veto.

Besides, I came up

with the snore defense.

You? I'm the one who told you to roll over.

It was my idea.

Step away from the baby grand, baby.

Come on.

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