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Candy... bitch!

Work it, champ.

There you go!

No retreat! No surrender!

Come on, Nick, get in there!

It's, uh, it's Judge Bass.

She hates you. Yeah!

That's right. Hit her, Nick!

Hit her! Right between the eyes!

Hit Judge Bass! Come on!

Pete, you just made this a woman.

I can't hit a woman.

It's vinyl, Nick. I know, but you personified it.

It's all I'm seeing is a woman. And I can't swing at it.

Hey, who was that judge who held you in contempt last month?

Can we not put a face on it?

Okay. Come on, let me see that Nick power!

Grr, there you go!

Yeah, come on!

Hit that unspecified gym equipment!

Yeah! Make it sorry it ever came off the factory line!

Whoa!

Hey. What are you doing? Phone.

What, you bring your cell phone when we're working out?

You're working out. I'm working. It could be important!

Yeah.

All right, you win.

Come on, you killed that thing.

Let me have that.

All right.

Chasing the youth. It's the athlete's folly.

Yeah. Well...

Best I just curl up and die gracefully, huh?

Oh, man, I'm not saying all that; I'm just saying you need

to change up your game a little bit.

Bounce.

What's that? You're telling me to leave?

No, that-that's my name.

Oh. You a shark, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

I guess.

Whew!

So, Bounce...

what did you do?

Oh, no. It's not me.

No, I'm a music producer.

It's this young,uh, young rhymer

that I'm producing. His name is Killa Diz.

Now, his first album is about to drop.

And, you know, he got himself into a little bit of trouble.

"Killer Diz"? What is that? Irish?

Killa Diz was performing at Club Duel, all right?

And there was a shooting-- hey!

Two people were killed.

Turns out, he had history with one.

He hopped up on stage, and they got into it.

"Into it"?

Called him out;

called him a punk-ass bitch.

They start going back and forth, you know how it goes.

Yeah, but in the end, two people are dead.

Who was the other one?

Innocent bystander. Schoolteacher.

Single mother. Aw...

The police took him in for questioning,

but they didn't charge him.

Well, not yet, anyway.

It's not good, Bounce.

Bounce says the kid

swears up and down that everybody's got it wrong.

Says he was out of the club before the shooting happened.

No alibis, though.

A single mom teacher?

He might as well stomp a kitten to death

in front of the jury.

Well, Bounce says this kid is hard to wrangle,

but he's playing a show tonight.

So, at the very least,

I'll be able to get up on stage

and bust some freestyle rhymes I've been working on.

Cool. Then we're going clubbing.

I got one! From the Web site?

The new chat function I set up.

Yeah... Not sure that's the most lawyer-y of images,

but all right. It's gonna bring in clients.

It's gonna bring in hounds. Woof.

Don't be afraid of the modern world, Nicky.

I am not afraid. I just don't like it.

I mean, we've had a ten-minute conversation

and you haven't even looked at me once.

Okay. His name's Rico?

No, RICO is what

he's being charged with:

"Racketeer-Influenced Corrupt Organization Act."

No, no, we're not going to take it.

You can't trust these whack jobs on the Internet. Forget it.

He's-He's got 11 counts. He's a paying client,

and it's juicy-- we're going. Hook it up, Zoey.

Yeah.

Okay, Simon, you're being charged--

No-- stop-- that's the whole problem.

I'm not Simon.

Yeah, well, you're booked

as "Simon Towers."

But my name is Quinn O'Hallohan.

Simon is the slimy rat bastard who set me up.

He did these crimes.

But you got caught attaching routers

to the ATM at the casino, right?

Yeah, okay, I did that one.

But the fraud, the Internet theft,

all the other ones, Simon did.

So who is he?

He's this hacker punk,

into way bigger stuff.

Sniffer codes, wardriving--

he's stealing millions a day.

He convinced me and my girlfriend

to work with him, but then when I got popped,

the cops found a bogus I.D. in my room

with my face and his name on it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-- there's a girlfriend? Who?

Alexis.

We're cyber samurais.

We met at MIT, started scamming casinos for credit,

hotel suites-- black hat prankstering.

"Black hat"?

Well, "white hat" is using tech fu

to help businesses, so "black hat"...

Tech fu?

Our problem now is we don't exist.

We erased our driver's licenses, socials,

school records, everything.

We have no digital footprints.

W-Why would you do something like that?

So we could stay off the grid.

Your girlfriend, where is she now?

I don't know, but if he set me up,

there's no telling what he might do to her.

Please... she's all I have in this world.

You got to get me out of here.

I need to find her and prove I'm not Simon.

Cyber samurais?

You going to try to tell me

you have any idea who the hell this kid is?

Web site's still a good idea, Nicky.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Maybe we can get a pirate next time.

Or hey, how about a...

a ninja client from the Internet, Pete?

Bounce told me he was sending some sharks over.

Call me Killa Diz.

Uh, I'm not going to call you that.

Call me Diz.

All right, Diz.

So, what happened the other night?

Me and Ric-Ric was going

back and forth on stage.

Dude started talking trash,

trying to interfere with my show.

He's a punk.

Always has been.

Anyways... I finished rhyming, left stage.

Somebody shot him.

But not you?

I did not shoot Ricky.

I wasn't even at the club then.

I did my set, and I split.

Who are those guys staring at you?

That's Ric-Ric's crew.

They want blood, I suspect.

Good-looking group.

Clean cut.

Look, I'm gonna--

Look, man,

I need to get back to my money.

I'll hollah at y'all afterward.

Don't lie, Nick.

This is your regular Wednesday night, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, you would think so.

Always figured you for a brother, Morelli.

Come on... what, do you take Wednesday night off

so you can boogie oogie oogie, Detective?

No, I got more questions for Killa Diz.

Yeah, well, why don't you write them down and submit them to me,

and I'll see if I can pass them along.

No, I think I'll keep an eye peeled.

Things are looking a little tense.

You got six coppers on the dance floor,

of course it's going to be tense.

Yo, laying down his latest rhyme-- Killa D!

He did not just do that.

What the hell is he doing?

He's got some stones, Morelli. I'll give him that.

But that sounded like a confession to me.

Damn it.

How the hell do you tell me you didn't do it one second,

and then you scream to a bunch of cops

the next second that you did?

It wasn't for the cops.

It was for Ric-Ric's crew.

Case number 35-B-02...

Okay, that's us. Come on.

State of Nevada v. Darryl Hamilton.

On the two counts of murder in the first,

how do you plead?

Not guilty. Not guilty.

You a lying punk, D! - Calm down!

Silence!

Bailiff!

Your Honor, we request bail!

Granted. Bail is set at $500,000!

Okay, man, I'm gonna get you out of here.

You gonna get dropped!

Come on, let's go!

I am requesting lower bail, Your Honor.

My client isn't even the man named in the charge.

You're going with "It wasn't me"? Really?

Your Honor, Simon Towers is an extreme

flight risk prone to dodging the law.

"Extreme flight risk prone to dodging the law."

Come on, Tom. Your Honor, Simon Towers

might be a flight risk--

problem is, my client is Quinn O'Hallohan.

Mr. Towers has many aliases.

This is just the most recent.

You're getting duped by your client, Pete.

Bail remains at one million dollars.

What about Alexis?

You got any leads? Let's just stay focused

on who the hell you are

and somehow proving you're not Simon.

I'll be in touch. Okay.

Maybe I was wrong about this Internet deal.

I mean, is he Simon or is he Quinn?

Does his girlfriend exist?

And who am I defending?

You know what, Zoey? You're right.

I'm just going to call him "Rico."

I think it's romantic.

Just the two of them, anonymous together,

no link to anyone in the world.

They're like cyber Bonnie and Clyde.

You do know how Bonnie and Clyde's story ended, right?

They got away. If they were these great, epic soul mates,

she wouldn't be in the wind, she'd be coming for him.

She's scared and hiding. She's poorly-conceived and nonexistent.

Okay, we need to focus on a strategy that downplays

the violence in this culture.

Stand tall, Killa.

You project what you are.

That's what I'm talking about right there.

For the duration of this murder trial,

can we not refer to him as Killa?

Okay. You know, that's just an identity.

You know, it's the stock in trade in the business.

All right, now, he needs a point of view, so

when we go Cold Killa, I mean, that's not to say

it's necessarily God's truth, you understand?

Okay, all right. So it's a persona?

Right, right, right. Okay, I get this.

I mean... I mean, do I really think that Johnny Cash

and Waylon Jennings are outlaw cowboys?

No, of course not.

Of course not.

But their personas bleed into the lyrics,

and that is our legal argument.

First Amendment, artistic license. - All right, all right.

Here it is: At the end of the day,

I just don't want to get jammed up once this is said and done.

Wait. What do you mean?

What I mean is, we worked very hard to get here.

To prepare and sell you

in a specific way.

Now, I'm not so eager to

get on the microphone and say this is all a ruse.

That we created Killa Diz.

You know, everything that you've worked for

will be taken away.

Is that want you that?

All right, record sales, aside, legally, it's moot.

We argue that it doesn't matter

what Darryl Killer Diz Hamilton sings in a song,

it's a song...

and it's not admissible as criminal evidence, and once

we open that door, Your Honor,

we're gonna walk a fine line of censorship.

I mean, think about it.

Eric Clapton is coming to town.

We better get the cuffs out,

because he shot the sheriff, you know.

And we've been letting

Mr. Clapton flaunt it for all these years.

Given the lyrics cite specifics

of the crime, that policemen were present,

and that Killa Diz seemed to be speaking

to them, we believe

the song shouldn't just be included

as evidence, but as a confession.

Okay, come on, seriously, did you finish law school?

What? No. I want to know if you finished law school.

Yeah, Harvard Law. Really?

Top of my class, buddy. Top of my class. Top of my ass.

Moreover, we have physical evidence

corroborating the admission. What physical evidence?

We just sent it to you. I didn't get nothing.

This court agrees,

regardless of the physical evidence.

The song is admitted into trial.

What physical evidence?

Hello?

Hey, it's Quinn O'Hallohan.

I'm, uh... Hi, Quinn. I know

who you are. I thought you were in jail.

So you're the lovely flower

that I've been chatting with.

You know, you're even lovelier in almost real life.

You know, you just became my favorite active client.

Well, who am I kidding? You already were.

Do you need Pete?

No, that's okay. Hey, do you have my case number?

Sure.

It is...

six-four-R,

one-one-zero,

eight-four-five.

Anything else?

No.

I'll see them and you after I post my bail.

I look forward to meeting you.

Bye.

I'm a lovely flower.

Whew!

Well, here's your physical evidence.

Bad cell phone video.

Grr. Technology bad.

All right, freeze it.

Okay.

That's Ric-Ric.

That's Margaret, the teacher.

Now let it roll again.

Okay.

Right there.

And that is...

Diz?!

How can you tell if it's Diz?

Looks like the hoodie that he was wearing.

I know, but all those kids wear that stuff.

A jury might think it's Diz.

All right, we should hear "Candy-ass bitch" right now.

Because that's what the bartender

over here said he heard

Diz say before the gunshots.

"Candy-ass bitch"? Right.

Candy... bitch.

There it is.

Oh!

That's tough.

That is cold.

Now, here's the lyrics he sang last night at the club.

"Black says the game's all red.

"Pool of blood on the ground.

"Ricky's dead.

"Tell the pigs in Ric-Ric's crew I left him a ditch.

Put two slugs in that punk-ass bitch."

Pete, this song is going to kill us.

Candy... bitch!

We met at a book signing. William Gibson, cyber godfather.

Wrote Neuromancer?

Hot geek girls, man.

There is no greater perfect.

Even Gibson could tell. He signed hers to Molly Millions--

she's the bad-ass samurai chick in the book.

So what are you doing?

I'm trying to find her cyber trail,

but it looks like she hasn't been online.

She's probably scared to get on.

What's she like? Alexis.

Four years later, my stomach still dances

when she puts a hand to my cheek.

Hey! Hey!

How did you get out?

Bail.

Bail? Your-Your bail was a cool million,

Rico, so unless you traded a lot of cigarettes...

In my office.

Now.

How did you get out, Rico?

Stop calling me that.

Then stop lying to me.

All right... I hacked my way out.

I broke through the court system firewall--

which is a joke, by the way-- and I posted my bail.

You what? According to the State, I've legally

posted bail, so there's nothing for you to worry about.

Stop. * La, la, la, la! Don't say anything else.

I'm telling you... Just don't say anything else.

Just wait right here.

And don't touch my computer!

Hmm? What is it?

Ah, let's just pretend,

theoretically, that a, uh, a client

hacked his or her way

into the court's computer system

and fake-posted their bail.

What do you think the ethical boundaries on that would be

for his or her

Clearly defined, hazy, hazy-ish?

You're kidding me?

He's a fugitive?

Technically, it's all on the up-and-up.

Technically, that's exactly what it's not.

Pete, come on! What I'm saying is,

the court is none the wiser.

No, but you are! You know!

Well, at least he's not running, Nick.

He did come here 'cause he wants to help work the case

and find his girlfriend.

Look at what your little

techno goo-goo, kung fu cyber gack ass brought us.

Yes, a fascinating case with a potentially innocent victim.

Innocent?

Pete, go in there and tell The Matrix

that he better jump back into his computer

and get his ass back to the chain gang

before somebody notices.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How is someone not going to notice that? Well...

And once we enter trial,

we're gonna have extreme prejudice.

We're dead, Pete.

More discovery on Diz just sent from the DA's office.

Oh, man.

Hey, hey!

You get off that computer!

Says here,

three months before your eighteenth birthday,

you got into a fight and ended up putting a kid

in the hospital-- punctured his lung.

Not bad, Diz.

I mean, that means you got some power on your upper cut.

First off, it wasn't even like that.

It was two of them, and they came after me with a knife.

All the judge just saw was a gangster rapper,

and didn't care.

Gave me a year in juvie.

Hey, they can't use that.

Juvie records are supposed to be sealed.

Well, thank you, Counselor,

but it can be admitted

as a prior bad act if it qualifies under the law,

and in this case, it does.

So we got to control how the jury sees this.

All right, puncher. You know, as long

as he doesn't look like the weakling.

How does callow look on the defense stand?

Well, it looks pretty good when we get a not guilty verdict.

Worry about your record sales later.

All right, Diz...

what's gonna come first?

Your career or your life?

I think... I got her.

It's Alexis.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, how?

An alias she uses just went active.

I can track her IP signature, and then hone in on her

like you would on a GPS in a car or a cell phone, see?

Oh, wow. Cool digitty.

Pete! Pete! Oh, no.

He and Lisa left.

Um, Nick, um...

He's not coming back till later.

Okay, uh...

I got it: the Ionian Casino. She's inside.

I can triangulate which room at the location.

Pete! We got her! Alexis!

Well, Quinn found her cyber whatever.

She's at the Ionian.

Well, he has to hurry up and go over there

and pull some Bonnie and Clyde computer triangle stuff!

Okay. Uh... okay.

Hey, he's gonna meet you there in the casino lobby.

Wait for him. Don't go in, or he'll fire you.

Or maybe he meant me.

Either way, it's more of a growl than a human voice.

Okay.

Here. I'm sorry.

It's non-descript diet, so...

See, this is how you throw a curve ball.

It's all in the wrist and grip.

You know, I could never get mine to break.

You played ball?

Yeah, in school.

Throw about a 70.

Ooh, that's not bad.

Wasn't good enough.

Well, I couldn't hit it.

Here.

We keep spares around here to loan clients.

You mean the broke-ass clients.

Yeah, and people that are waiting

for their record deals to pay off. Come on.

Look like a bunch of church clothes to me. I'm good.

Come on, come on. That's the point.

We want you looking like an altar boy tomorrow.

Why I got to look like an altar boy?

Well, is it any different

than trying to sell yourself off as a stone-cold killer?

It's what Bounce says works.

Yeah. Bounce.

He deals in product.

All you are is a column of numbers to him.

But you know that, right?

Come on, try that.

Yeah, that's better.

Hey, now, look, I know you're scared.

You got Ric-Ric's boys after you. Hold up.

Scared of prison. I know... I ain't never scared.

The hell you ain't.

You're really smart.

You know this is the time to be really, really scared.

We can beat this.

All we got to do is convince the jury tomorrow

of who you really are--

Darryl Hamilton.

Not Killer Diz.

The boy who could throw that breaking ball.

Darryl Hamilton, huh?

Yeah.

I'm not even sure I remember who that kid is anymore.

Yeah, you do, son.

I promise.

Now, let's put that kid in a suit.

Alexis should be in there.

Simon could be with her.

Well, getting an ice bucket upside the head

by a cyber hooligan is how I was hoping to end my evening anyway.

Roll the dice, Rico.

FBI.

Craps.

You gone to trials before?

Yeah!

Lots.

Hey, it's a good thing.

Everything out in the open, you know?

Unless they flip the switch on your ass

and you end up in prison.

Well, that's why it's important

that you have a kick-ass attorney.

And luckily for you...

Hey, man...

you look good in that suit.

I'm just sorry my mom ain't gonna see me in it.

It's been a while.

Diz!

Diz, no!

Oh, damn it!

Diz!

Sir, please return to your car.

Go back to your car, sir.

All right!

Faking a signal.

Not bad.

I didn't know your tech fu was that strong.

Oh, we get by, Counselor.

We're not as good as your client,

but, then again,

we operate within the law.

Alexis-- where is she?

Why do you want her?

Because of the roughly $300 million of damage

Simon Towers is responsible for.

$300 million?

He set off sniffer codes--

hacking programs that intercept payment data so high up

that it chained its way all the way up to banks, creditors and Wall Street.

And she's our only lead to the real Simon.

W-Wait.

Are you saying you know he's not Simon?

We've been investigating Simon Towers for three years.

Your client's been on our radar

for a while.

When the State charged him, we had a 302 on file

concluding he's Quinn O'Hallohan.

Well, hot damn.

Guess I could stop calling you Rico.

How? Did I miss something?

Yeah. We're the FBI.

Well, what do you want with him now?

Alexis was seen with Simon Monday.

And I'm gonna give you a little incentive.

The 302 that we have,

concluding he's Quinn O'Halloran,

without it, you're pretty much buried at trial tomorrow.

But if you bring him in,

I'll give you the 302 for State and immunity from Federal.

All right, well, we're gonna need

this deal in writing before he cooperates.

Not on this planet.

Clock's tickin'.

I don't know where D is, okay?

Do you have any idea where he would go?

Okay, how about this?

Do you think he actually killed Ric-Ric and that woman?

I don't know, but I doubt it.

Did you?

Well, come on, you been fighting me the whole time

on the sales and marketing--

it makes a guy think.

Boxer, look, what have I done except my job?

Bounce... the kid looks up to you.

All right, y-you're confusing him, you're distracting the kid.

Come on, man, I'm not his daddy, and I've been straight up on that.

But you're a chicken hawk-- come on, these kids

should know it, all of 'em, they should know it.

I give these kids a chance...

Yeah. when I see it.

Is there a downside? Of course there is.

Do I stand to make a gain from it?

Yes.

Yeah, okay.

A hundred thousand units if he's innocent,

a million if he's guilty,

and if gets killed while on the run,

what is that, $10 million?

You know what, puncher, if you had an ear,

you could do okay in this business.

What makes you think I don't have an ear?

Johnny Fed wasn't wrong last night.

We're staring down the barrel of a shotgun

with State in the morning.

Kaczmarek and Morelli. Please hold.

Wh-Where the hell is Zoey?

I don't know. Where have you been?

Kaczmarek and Morelli. Please hold.

Stop that. You're saying our name backwards.

Now, what's going on here?

Well, we, uh, tracked a signal last night

thinking it was Alexis, but it turned out to be the Feds.

Wait a minute-- you walked into a Fed setup?

We didn't know it was them.

That's my point, Peter.

You walked into an uncontrolled situation,

based on this...

techno kamikaze ninja fu crap.

Nick... No, you're not using your head, Pete.

Come on-- when you find a suspect,

you got to call the U.S. Marshals, for crying out loud.

Relax, angry white man.

They know he's Quinn O'Hallohan and not Simon.

All right, well, that's good news. But they won't share

the 302 with the State

unless Alexis surrenders and cooperates.

Yeah, well, that sounds like the jerks they are. You're asking me

to turn her into the Feds with no guarantee they'll give her immunity,

and we still haven't even found her.

Oh! Where the hell's Zoey?

Kaczmarek and Morelli. Please hold.

Stop saying it backwards!

Well, then why don't you answer the phones? I will.

I'll answer it!

Kaczmarek, Morelli...

Yeah.

Do you get a good signal in here?

I barely know what I'm doing with those things.

I mean, I know a little.

Not like my boss-- he's basically a caveman.

But we're working with a guy now who knows everything.

He showed me a little technical blah-blah.

He calls himself a cyber samurai.

But, really, he's crazy in love with this girl

and just wants to find Molly Millions.

Quinn sent me. It's okay.

That caveman boss I told you about, he's Quinn's lawyer-- he's with us.

Quinn sent you?

Is he alive? Is he in jail? So he found me?

Well, not exactly-- he and my other boss, they got duped

by the Feds, who set up a phony signal, and they got detained.

So... he's okay? Yeah, he's fine.

I kept tracking you like he showed me,

and I figured you might be thinking about

how you guys met, and he told me about Neuromancer,

and I found you logged on as Molly Millions.

I power-read that thing, by the way--

I didn't understand any of it,

but I think I thought it was awesome.

You guys are totally cool.

You're like a cyber Bonnie and Clyde.

Bonnie and Clyde got killed by the cops.

Really?

If we can't find Alexis, we're cooked-- that's it.

Hey.

Did you ever think

if you just didn't go see Tr as a kid...

Hey, look at this.

Just showed up on the Internet.

...I say,

it don't matter what I say,

ain't nobody going to listen

about the pain and pitchin',

you may want to pay attention,

I ain't dropped Ricky, so why you trying to kill me?

I know you want me dead or locked up,

Well, eventually,

All these breezies want a little piece of me,

I'm like a book that's misunderstood,

you'll never understand me...

Look at how many hits it has.

Everybody's watching it.

All right, look,

you're a cyber whiz, right?

Come on, Spock, can you tell me

what computer this video came from?

Yeah, I can try-- as long as the IP address... Mm, try?

Don't tell me try-- can you do it or not? Yes.

Nick, if you find it, you're gonna do... what?

I'm gonna go get him.

Oh, I see.

So you're relying on this technical karate jibber-jabber

to run into an uncontrolled situation

because your chalkboard and your abacus wasn't enough help?

Geez, Nick, why don't you send in

the U.S. Marshals, for crying out loud? - Got it.

3319 Stonebrook.

That's North Vegas.

All right, Nick, let's go.

No, wait, wait, wait. You...

you're fat and ugly.

Hello?

Diz? Anyone here?

Diz, are you here? What the hell is this place?

I don't know, a place where he hangs.

Ah... I think we got something.

Is that a camera?

Think so.

Well, looks like this is what he just recorded.

"All these breezies

"want a little piece of me,

"I'm like a book that's misunderstood,

"you'll never understand me, rest in peace,

Candi, yeah, do this for your family..."

Go back. What was that "Candy" thing?

"Rest in peace, Candi, I do this for your family,

heard that you finally got away from that crazy boy Mackie."

It sounds like he's...

Talking about the other victim.

Yeah. I mean, who else would he be talking about?

"Candi."

Candi-- If Margaret, the teacher was Candi...

Candi... "Candi" spelled with an "I."

Yeah, like... like you would a nickname.

Yeah. Candy-ass bitch.

Candi... Candy-ass bitch.

But it was so loud in the club.

They could have said, "Candi..."

"...you bitch." Yeah.

"Candi, you bitch," and if Candi...

was Margaret...

Margaret was the target.

And Ric-Ric was the innocent bystander.

Cops got it backwards.

What's this "Mackie" thing?

"Finally got away from that crazy boy Mackie"?

Well, well.

I can't say I'm surprised, Morelli.

Detective. Where is he?

Dizzy? We don't know.

We tracked his IP address from

what I'm guessing is that computer,

and here I find you.

Yeah, I know, we did the same thing.

But we just got here. Morelli,

that's aiding and abetting.

Wh-What? Aiding and...

Cuff 'em! They're under arrest. Cuff?!

Detective, what are you doing?

Detective, we're not aiding...

Jerk.

Okay, what we have here is a data trail

that tells a story that is not true,

ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

Zoey.

Oh, my God.

Really?

What? Are you made of stone?

I'm gonna buy you a teddy bear.

A big, pink, fluffy teddy bear.

Teddy bears aren't pink.

When I saw the cops

raiding the hotel room, I split.

I've been squatting ever since.

I wanted to keep track of you to see if you got out,

but I didn't know if I should get online or not.

I thought they might be watching.

They were.

Simon... Did he try anything?

Oh, he tried the sleazy,

"It's just you and me now, babe," line, but...

What, he didn't think I would figure out

that it was him that set you up? Son of a...

So they're offering you a deal, but not me?

Well, they know he's not Simon,

and they're offering him immunity plus his identity back,

but only if you lead them to Simon.

Can you?

He mentioned doing a job on Johnny Greene at the Florentine.

I know where he's staying. Great.

They're going to want you to surrender first,

to confirm you can lead them to Simon. It's twisted.

I know it's a Catch-22,

but you only get immunity

if you surrender.

Excuse me a second.

Hello?

Yeah, Pete, I need you

to find out if that second victim

at the rap concert had any aliases.

Hold on-- where-where are you?

Specifically a "Candi,"

and I need to do a complete background check

including any TROs that she might have on file

against an ex-boyfriend or an ex-husband.

Oh, and come down to County

and bail me and Lisa out.

Oh...

You're in jail? Okay.

So, I guess running into an uncontrolled situation

didn't really work out for you, did it?

Uh, just come down here and bail me out, will you?

Yeah, it might take a little time. I have a little, uh,

work I got to do on the ol' Web site there, and I think

I have a haircut coming up in about an hour, so...

Will you stop screwing around and just get down here

and get me out of here?

I mean, the po-po's about to throw me

in the clink, for crying out loud.

Po-Po?

I've been exposed to this rap music lately.

It's getting all up in my hizzy, yo.

For real, dawg.

Aiding and abetting a fugitive, Morelli?

You should know better.

Yo.

Margaret Jackson was nicknamed Candi.

Her ex-boyfriend, this sweetheart named Mackie,

he did two years in Lompoc for...

Wait for it.

Domestic violence.

Miss Jackson filed a restraining order.

It wasn't granted.

That's why you missed this.

He's roughly Dizzy's height and weight.

But all of the witnesses... Couldn't tell.

Couldn't hear.

They didn't hear, "Candy-ass bitch."

They heard,

"Candi, you bitch."

Ric-Ric wasn't the target. Candi was.

Just check it out.

I guarantee you, you'll find bullets,

GSR, the gun, something.

Please. I swear to God,

I'll donate double to the policeman's ball every year.

Anybody even go to that?

Listen, even if you're right about the boyfriend,

Dizzy is still on the hook for jumping bail,

obstructing justice, and making false confessions.

Fine, fine.

But let's get the murder charge dropped first, Your Honor.

Do you have her?

Where are they?

Well, here's the deal, Agent Solo.

Hi. How are you?

We did find Alexis last night.

Sadly, I don't know where they are now.

But I do know how to get in contact with them.

Okay. What's the game?

Same immunity deal for Alexis that you're giving Quinn.

I represent her, too now, by the way.

And...

she knows where Simon is.

Says you.

Mm! May I use your computer?

Thank you.

Okay, let's see if I remember how to do this.

No peeking, Agent Solo.

And... There we go. Hey.

Is Alexis there?

Yeah. Great.

Alexis Coates, this is Agent Solo.

You remember Quinn. Say hi, kids.

Okay.

Do you know the whereabouts of Simon Towers?

Yeah, I know where he is.

I even hacked into his cell phone account

an hour ago to spot-check him.

I'm gonna need those coordinates.

Bup-bup-bup-- that's about it.

Say bye, kids.

And there you go.

You get immunity for Alexis, you get Simon.

I'm also gonna need that 302 about now.

I assume you have all the paperwork ready?

I, uh, have power of attorney.

Tom. Oh, my.

You have so much evidence against Simon. Yeesh.

Damn right. That's your boy dead to rights, Kaczmarek.

Huh. And all I have is this one little piece of paper.

All rise.

The honorable Judge Lowery presiding.

Sit.

Your Honor, hi.

Before we proceed,

I would really like

to point out to the court

that my client is not Simon Towers.

Your Honor, Mr. Kaczmarek is just...

He's being cute. This is part of his defense.

My defense is irrelevant, Your Honor.

Approach.

Your Honor,

my client, Quinn-- just wave, Quinn--

is not Simon Towers. He's Quinn O'Hallohan,

and has been a person of interest in an ongoing

Federal investigation,

the conclusion of which is right here.

Federal agents,

as we speak, are setting up a sting

for the real Simon Towers.

Oh, and here he is right now.

Looks like they already got him.

Wave, Simon.

Wow, that timing was perfect.

Almost as if I planned it.

I'm sorry, Tom. I-I lied.

I actually had more

than a piece of paper.

I also had a...

shaggy-looking guy in handcuffs.

Look at that, huh?

City built on the gamble.

You know, I thought Bounce

might want to keep you running.

Flashier for the marketing campaign and all.

Nah, but he do want to take me in.

Told him I wanted to meet with you first.

Relax.

You're gonna look at six months here

for all the bail jumping

and obstruction charges that mounted.

Yeah.

That's cool.

Cool?

There ain't nothing cool about that and you know that.

How long did it take you

to learn how to throw that curve ball?

I know where you're going at with this.

That'd never be a reality.

Now, rapping, I actually got a shot at.

And it's what I'm best at.

I know, but...

there's more than one way to do that, too.

I mean, Bounce's way...

"Killer Diz"

is-is how you end up dead or doing time.

I mean, look where you're heading now.

I know it's not all about the flash like Bounce says.

I know who he is.

I mean, what makes you think

I won't know when to jump, anyways?

Because now is the time to jump,

and you ain't jumping.

Maybe.

But I had enough getting run around

by every damn person I meet.

I mean, maybe six months in the pen is worth it.

It's a lot better than what I can do on my own.

Are you sure?

Come on. You get one shot at this.

Why not sell yourself for who you are?

Who you really are.

Nobody's buying.

Yo, Killa!

I appreciate you fighting for me.

All right, kids. Three years probation.

No computers, and for six months...

Yeah, stay on the grid.

You know Morelli and Kaczmarek

are the most searched lawyers in Las Vegas?

We are?

You are now-- anytime someone searches "Las Vegas lawyer."

Oh, I'm begging you. Please.

We did it before we signed the deal with the Feds.

What happened to pencil and paper?

The phone book? The Yellow Pages?

Okay, okay, why don't you get out of here

before he explodes low-tech all over you.

Come on. - Bye, guys.

You were the coolest people I met all month.

Don't give me your guff, sir. You can't make me cynical.

Z, if your house spontaneously exploded

with your grandmother still in it,

you would still not be cynical.

And for that, we love you.

You know, you pulled a rabbit out of a hat this time, Pete,

but you are crazy if you think this little Web site

idea of yours is going to get you another win.

I'll get the wins all by my bad self,

but the clients-- it's a world of opportunity.

But it's a world of whack jobs, wing nuts, and weirdos.

Who needs lawyers more than whack jobs and weirdos?

Don't you think we should have a little higher standard, Pete?

Nick, it's Vegas. We represent

Elvis impersonators and porn stars.

Think of the Web site as a huge, broachable billboard.

Not another billboard. Come on, man.

Do the stance. Come on. Do the stance.

Do it! Come on, Nick!

Do it! Defenders!

Yeah.

You-You-You're just... you're fat and ugly.

And you are skinny and beautiful.

Thank you, Mr. Kaczmarek.

You're welcome, Mr. Morelli.

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