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- That is unadulterated crap.
- Excuse me?

It's crap, Margaret,
and you know it.

Can we say "crap"
on this show, Todd?

Well, David, it's just that...

The national justice project
cannot be trusted to tell the truth.

They embroider. They distort.

The D.A. is clearly trying
to shift blame here.

That's why
the national justice project...

There he goes again.

See, that is why mr. Swain is here...
to promote his self-interest.

Ask him if he's running for attorney
general, Todd. Then we'll talk.

My position has been clear
from day one, Todd.

If the good people of California
wish to support me,

then I feel compelled to listen.

What do you think?

- About what?
- Me and Mannheim.

What do you think?
Would you vote for me?

You're not going to vote for me,
Charlie?

Maybe it's on my desk.

Hey, I can't believe this.

Why not?

David, please,
let's not talk about this.

How long
have you known me, Charlie?

- And I can't convince you...
- Interesting walk-in right here.

- I'm talking here.
- I'm sorry. I..

Charlie, this conversation's
not finished.

Donald Brooks, 1999.
Burglary, assault, homicide...

- "Killing of unborn child"?
- Yeah, mother lived, baby died.

- Who is it?
- Well, that's what's interesting.

Mr. O'Brian,

we'd like you to meet our chief
investigator Charles Conti.

- Hey, thanks for seeing me.
- No problem.

So, uh, I understand
you're a friend of Donald Brooks?

No, I've never actually met him
before in my life.

Oh, then I'm not sure what...

I was, um,
on the jury that convicted him.

So you were the lone holdout,
Mr. O'Brian, huh?

Everyone else wanted to convict?

Yeah.

Well, this woman
who was attacked, Leah Sanders,

she was shaky on the stand,

even admitted that
she couldn't pick Brooks

out of a photo lineup
first time around.

So she picked him out later.
Big deal!

It is a big deal.

Maybe she just wanted
to get it over with.

Yeah, like all of us right now.

So we should put a guy away
just because we're tired?

Oh, come on, Russ.

That's not what I'm saying,
Russ, all right?

- We've been over it so many times.
- All right, let's go over it again.

He breaks the window
with a crowbar.

Let's get to it!
We all need to get in shape,

and when we're pregnant,
it's even more important.

Okay, here we go.

Lift and stretch,
lift and stretch.

Take it to the center.
Now bring it to the side.

And to the other side.
Lift and stretch.

Lift and stretch.

He beat her to a pulp.

You want to put a monster
like that back on the street?

No, I just want to make sure
we have the right monster.

Look, let's take another vote.

All those for guilty?

11 to 1.

O'Brian, you're the lone holdout.

And what made
you change your mind?

The hair. Police found
two hairs from the struggle.

The forensics guy
from the crime lab...

he testified that the hair came
from Brooks' head.

What did that expert say? There's a
1 in 10,000 chance for a match.

How do you answer that? Claybourne's been doing this for 20 years.

- I don't know. I just don't trust him.
- You don't?

Who's the expert here, you or him?

We all wanting on you.

We all heard the judge.

He said we had to evaluate
each witness.

And I'm telling you, that guy comes
into my office, I'm not buying.

Look, Russ, the defense didn't
challenge the expert's credentials,

and that's their job, right?
- I still don't trust him.

Let's take another vote.

I hired a private investigator
after the trial...

Hartly and Bower.

Bad choice?

- Well, it's just...we don't...
- They suck.

Yeah, well, you're right.
They didn't do much.

All right, I don't understand,
Mr. O'Brian.

Why are you here?

The trial was six years ago.
Why now?

Well, last week I read this.

"Stanton Claybourne
dies in a car crash on the 480."

His blood alcohol was 2.3.

He'd been fired
from his last three jobs.

I don't follow.
Who's Stanton Claybourne?

He's the crime lab expert
who testified at the trial.

- The reason you voted to convict.
- Dies drunk and unemployable.

Exactly.

I believe I helped put away
an innocent man.

The defense team is asking
for a polling of the jury.

Juror one, how do you plead?

Guilty.

Juror two, how do you plead?

Guilty.

Juror three, how do you plead?

Guilty.

Juror four, how do you plead?

Guilty.

Juror five, how do you plead?

Juror five?

Guilty.

My father, he told me every day,
every minute,

you fight for what
you believe in, always.

And on that day...

I didn't.

All right.

His name is Donald Brooks
serving life without parole,

accused of attacking
26-year-old Leah Sanders.

Now Leah survived.
Her 8-month fetus died.

- What's the evidence? Come on.
- Where... where's Conti?

Folsom, meeting with Brooks.

Victim's testimony...
on the way to the hospital,

she told her husband she was
attacked by a black man.

And the weapon...
the police canvassed the area

and found a bloody crowbar
in a dumpster

under the Sanders' window,
and no fingerprints, though.

But the cops realized
that besides the attack,

that it fit about a half-dozen
other crowbar burglaries

within the past three months.
- Good.

One of the burglary victims described
the assailant to a police sketch artist.

Now the police, rounding up the usual suspects, included Brooks. Why?

He has hair in cornrows
just like the sketch.

Yeah, but in the hospital, Leah
passes on Brooks the first time,

but when they show her the photo
again, she picks him out.

Good. Sonya, I want you to follow up
on these crowbar burglaries,

did they stop
when Brooks was arrested?

Brianna, oh, this is your lucky day.
I want you to check out this guy.

Who's that?

Stanton P. Claybourne, our lab
technician of dubious competency.

He died in a drunk driving accident,
so he's not going to say much

but I want to know everything
about him, hmm?

Which brings us to the next most-important piece of evidence in the entire case.

All right, repeat after me,
mouseketeers.

- "Hair."
- Very good.

The hair evidence found at the scene

that Claybourne
said belonged to Brooks.

- I'll take that, sir.
- It's the cornerstone of the case.

If we can prove that this hair
doesn't belong to Brooks,

the state's case against
our client crumbles.

Trust me.

The Hayden crime lab
is a fort knox of evidence.

Hello. Hey, Charlie. How you doing?

"Trust me"?

Well, if it gives me a chance t
o impress him, why not?

Well, it just sounds a little false
coming from the biggest liar in here.

Okay, well, let's see.

We don't have subpoena power,
can't arrest anyone,

and there's no reason
anyone should help us.

So if a lie gets us a little closer
to the truth, then we'll throw in a lie.

Okay, you know what's scaring me?

Is that you have it all figured out.

Yeah, no, it's going great.

We decided
we don't need you anymore.

Good.

Now about assignments,
I want Jon in the crime lab,

Brianna...put her on this dead expert,
Stanton Claybourne.

And, uh, Sonya...

Yeah, Sonya's following up on the
crowbar burglaries. Don't worry.

Oh, okay. We're good.

It's my stance
on the death penalty, isn't it?

That's why you won't vote for me.
- Got to go.

- Brooks was a drug dealer?
- Yeah, strictly small-time.

Sold a couple of rocks to an undercover officer once...street value, like, $20.

Didn't come out in court.

The defense didn't put Brooks
on the stand.

It was a strategy to keep bad facts
from the jury.

Bad facts, right.

I guess I had
a different picture of this kid.

Well, guys like Brooks, you know,

they don't grow up
with a lot of options.

There's always options.

That's why this is such
a great country, right?

You know, my dad...
he came from a broken home,

didn't get past high school.
Did he use drugs? No.

He joined the army,
then the fire department.

My dad was navy, police department.

We kicked your ass in football.

In the '30s, maybe.

Yeah, I remember you.

I had you down as a guilty vote
from the jump.

I thought you was another white man

trying to save the world
from black people.

No. The truth is,
I was the last one to vote guilty.

What about that tall brother?

When they said a juror was coming
down, I thought that was him.

The truck driver?

No, he would have fried you
on the spot.

I was your best friend
on that jury, Donald.

It's bothered me ever since.
- Oh, bothered you?

That's why I'm here.

It's a little late, ain't it?

- Excuse me?
- It's been six years, man!

These things take time.

Six years?!
For somethin' I didn't do?!

All right, all right, let's talk about
your alibi...Kendra Brown.

Now you're saying that you were,

in bed with her at the time
of the attack,

so how come she says different?

She was Dante's girl.

I don't know who that is.

Dante Williams, the big gangbanger.

Okay, okay, so she was afraid of him.

He would have smoked her!

Where's Dante now?

I don't know.
Dead or somewhere inside.

Let me ask you a question, Donald.

If we get you out of here,
are you going to go back to drugs,

or are you do something
with yourself?

What?
- It's a simple question.

If we go to the trouble to...
- "Trouble"?

Man, what trouble you got, Mister?

What, a bad conscience?

I'm in here on life without parole!

And you want to compare trouble?

You know what?
I didn't come here for his. Forget it.

Yeah, walk away!

I've been wasting my time
worrying about you.

You're worried about me?
You're worried about you!

You don't know nothing 'bout me!

I've been in here!
Where you been?!

- Nice.
- Whatever. Get outta here!

It's all about guilt or innocence.

You don't have to like him.

You wanted to talk to someone
about Stanton Claybourne?

Yes.

I worked with him for two years.

You've got to be kidding me,

'cause you're way too young
to work with Stan.

- How can I help you?
- Albert Claybourne.

Julie Frost.

Stan was my uncle.

You heard about the accident?

Yes, I am so sorry.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

I was overseas in the peace corps
when I heard the news.

So much death and destruction over there, and then I come back here.

It's surreal.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.

Anyway, my mother,
feeling suddenly kind of...

Bereft?

- And you were a science major?
- Minored in english.

Ah, well, there you go.

Anyway, mother...she doesn't
have many keepsakes of Stan,

and she remembered
at he once told her

that he had all these personal items...

photos, documents in a folder
at his old workstation.

- I can check.
- Could you?

Yeah, it might take a few minutes.

Actually, could I go with you?

I know it sounds strange,
but I've been going all the places

where Stan spent
his last few months.

Yeah.

- Come on.
- Great.

That would be
somewhere around here.

There?

Right there.

Oh, that's embarrassing.

I think I had too much coffee
this morning.

- Is there a, uh...
- Second door on your left.

Thank you so much.

Okay, so I need to see
that the name of the...

National justice project.

- Sonya?
- No, Brianna.

May I give Sonya a message for you?

Brianna, this is important.

Why are you talking like that?
Listen, call Hayden county lab.

Ask for Julie Frost

and keep her on the line for five minutes.

Why?

You're dealing with public officials,
Jon. You can't bluff your way out...

Much better.

Nothing yet.

Nothing?

Julie, I really appreciate that.

Oh, wait.

- I'll be right back.
- Sure. I'm not going anywhere.

not going anywhere.

Ooh, Donald Brooks,
Donald Brooks, bingo.

Perfect, perfect. Yeah.

Excuse me?

Hi. Uh, just looking for the bathroom.

Security?

I got better, I got better...

Yeah, well, that's, uh...
that's good work, Jon.

Yeah, those are really helpful.

I don't...

Jon Lemonick, my office, now!

David Swain has insisted
the national justice project

upholds the law
in pursuit of its cases.

Then how do you explain this,
Mr. Swain?

One of your interns
breaking the law.

Damn it, I hate seeing
that woman gloat!

I thought it was the only way
to get Claybourne's hair analysis.

Great initiative, lousy execution.

David, we need
every investigator we got.

I know that, Charlie.
See if you can find someone quick.

Put some feelers out, will ya?

Wait, are you saying that...

Jon, I'm going to give you
some words of advice,

words that helped me the most
when I was first fired.

Use this to grow.

You think?

Yeah.

Did they, uh, fire you?

- Yep. You happy now?
- No.

I mean, you're not the most
pleasant person to work with, but...

Brianna, please, just not now, okay?

Okay.

- Brianna.
- Did you, get my file on Claybourne?

- Yeah.
- It's unbelievable.

I mean, the guy flunked
organic chemistry in college.

I mean, how any crime lab
could hire that guy is...

Yeah, I read it. Good work.

Listen, we may have some
movement on Brooks' alibi.

I want you to talk
to Kendra Brown, okay?

So phone me before
you make any moves.

Why?

If the case goes away,
things may change.

- Let your brother have a turn!
- Okay, Mama.

So you're saying that you were
with Brooks at the time of the crime?

Oh, yeah. We were
at my old apartment on Brookmire.

And you would testify to that,

I mean, now that Dante's in jail, right?

No.

What? Why not?

Look, you don't know Dante.
I can't testify.

He can be really scary

Well, what if I just type up
an affidavit and you...

Look, I'm not getting involved!

Kendra, please.

I mean, ms. Brown...
- I said no!

Ask me again,
and I'll say he did it.

Lily, let's get in the house.

- Hey, you got Kendra's affidavit.
- Yeah.

- That's great.
- No.

I mean, it's her statement,
but she won't sign it.

We need th signature.You gotta get it.

Conti.

What?

The bottom line...
the crowbar burglaries

continued for eight months
after Brooks was arrested.

They didn't stop until police
collared this guy...Lester Green.

The prints from three previous
burglaries matched Green's.

What do you see?

Police sketch
looks more like Green.

Leah Sanders I.D.ed the wrong man.

- This is a nice place.
- Thank you.

Honey, this is
Mr. Conti and Miss Quintano.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Thank you for meeting
with us, mrs. Sanders.

- It's Phillips now.
- I'm sorry. Of course it is.

How long have you been married?

- Uh, four years.
- Four years and three months.

Brett was my grief counselor
in the hospital.

I think it's fair to say
Leah's first marriage was...

strained by what happened.
I don't think Clark...

But I always thank God
I had Brett and my church.

Well, mrs. Phillips, uh, as you know,

we believe that Donald Brooks

may not have been the man
who attacked you.

Your statements at the time
understandably were a big vague.

My...my memories came
and went at first,

but I know who attacked me.

You know, sometimes
our minds play tricks.

We get an image in our head,

and we don't want to let it go
until we see the true image.

Please, take a good look.

Have you ever seen
that man before?

No.

Mrs. Phillips,
that is the crowbar burglar...

The man in the sketch
the police showed you.

I've never seen this man
before in my life.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Just getting the rest of my stuff.

- Right. You miss it.
- What?

You miss it here.

I mean, you're like one of those,
college grads

who keeps hanging around campus.

Now you're just offending me
is what you're doing.

Okay, good-bye.

So who's on the hair?

Uh, well, no one,

I mean, not after what you did.
They tightened security.

You know, maybe
there's something I can do.

You know, maybe there's still
a way to get in there

and get that hair sample.

Why would you do that?

Because to get my job back,
to show Swain what I can do.

Okay, you know, Jon, there are
a lot of things that I hate about you

but that has got to top the list.

- You don't even know what you did.
- OK, then fine. Why don't you tell me?

Okay, okay, fine.

Why are you doing this?

Is it for you, or is it for him?

Look, that is Donald Brooks.

Did you even read about him?

Did you know that they put him
in solitary confinement

because he wouldn't clean his cell?

He said it wasn't his home,

and there are a lot of convicts
that call their cells their homes,

but he wouldn't,
because he didn't belong there.

So why don't you just, uh,
keep that file

and figure out why you're doing this?

Mr. O'Brian? Hi.

Sonya Quintano
with the national justice project.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.

Oh, I didn't know
they still made those.

Yeah, curse of my dad.

He liked things that make
you sweat...old-school stuff.

Yeah.

Like I told Conti,
this stuff may not help.

Well, thank you. We'll let you know.

Well, that's okay. Don't bother.

Excuse me, mr. O'Brian?

I hope you don't mind,

but Conti told me about
what happened with mr. Brooks.

Yeah.

My brother did seven years
for a murder he didn't commit,

so I know a little something
about how the innocent do time.

Mr. O'Brian, they're angry.

Look, the guilty...
they learn how to do their time.

They know that fighting it only
makes it worse, but the innocent...

They never lose the fire.

It burns them every day.

Thanks for coming in, mr. Sanders.

- Oh, hey, no problem.
- Oh, oh, watch out.

When my ex-wife Leah phoned,
said she was helping you guys.

- I thought I could help.
- Yeah?

So how is she?

Leah?

Oh, I... she seems fine,
you know, happy, I guess.

Leah loves Brett, and he sure loves her.

Is that...I mean, is that an issue for you or...

Oh, no, no,I'm happy for Leah.

It's just, you know,
a guy steals your wife...

Yeah, whatever. You know,
I've moved on.

Yeah, she said you remarried.

Yeah, oh, kelly.

She is the best thing
that ever happened to me.

That's David. He's almost 5.

- Yeah, that's a nice-looking family.
- Thanks.

Here, have a seat.

Well, as I said, uh,
we think your wife identified...

I'm sorry, your ex-wife
identified the wrong man.

Uh, we know she didn't
pick out Donald Brooks

the first time
she saw his photo, so...

No, uh, this detective...

well, there were two of them,
actually.

They must have gone through,
like, 20 pictures

before they came back to him.
- Really?

What did they say?
Do you remember?

The second time? I don't know.

"Leah, take a real good look.

- "Do you see the man here?"
- But she didn't pick him out.

What did they say then?

I think one of them said something like,

"then why don't you take
a second look at this one?"

Well, I guess what
you're telling me here, uh,

is that your wife was coached.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

Well, look, I...

I didn't like
what you had to say before,

but I've been doing some thinking.

Maybe I have
a better understanding now.

So if I said anything to offend
or upset you, I'm sorry.

That's it.

Wait.

You came all the way down here
to tell me that?

To apologize
'cause I jumped on your ass?

Yeah.

Have a seat.

Donald, you have any family,
anyone I can contact for you?

Well, there must be somebody.

A girl.

She visited me the first year, but...

Your girlfriend?

My daughter.

Her mother probably took her
back East of somethin'. I don't...

- Well, what's her name?
- Let me ask you somethin'.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I mean...

I do appreciate what you're doing,
but what do you care?

What do I care?

Well, you're gonna find this
hard to believe,

but we got a great system
in this country.

And in your case, it failed.

And what happened to you,
it's not right.

It's... it's un-american.

I'm sorry, man.

What?

I think me and you live
in two different countries, man.

No, we don't. We don't.

Because when I was your age,

I didn't have two nickels
to rub together, nothing.

That's the truth.

And I worked at a car wash,
and now I own eight of 'em.

And the same thing
could happen for you.

- Washing cars?
- Well, why not?

It beats selling drugs.

I mean, what do you plan to do
if you get out, anyway?

I don't know.

Wow, if it isn't Albert Claybourne
back from the peace corps.

First of all, I'm sorry. I just...

Whatever you want to say,
I don't need to hear.

My real name is Jon, and I work for...

I worked for
the national justice project.

My supervisor
explained all that to me

right after he scolded me
about lab protocol

and letting liars
into the records room.

I'm sorry.

That almost sounded authentic.

It is authentic, okay? I blew it. I just...

Julie, I got fired yesterday,

and I need five minutes
of your time. That's it...

Five minutes. And then you'll never
have to see me again, okay?

What did you want to get
from me the other day?

Evidence Claybourne was corrupt.

And what are you doing here now?

Julie, I need the hair evidence
that convicted our client.

Why?

Because we believe it was used
to convict an innocent man, Julie.

Why do you care?

I mean, if you were fired,
why do you care?

Uh, what do you...

Look, it's not easy for me
to say these things.

I don't like people who wear
their hearts on their sleeves.

And I'm surrounded
by them all day, so...

But I really want to get this guy out.

Wow, when you go honest,
you really go honest.

What do you think of my sweater?

I like it, I like it. I think
your scarf's a little much but...

Okay, okay, that was too much.

I can't give you the hair sample, Jon.

Right.

But I can tell you whatever
you want to know

about Claybourne, and that's it.

I think one person losing their job
is enough for one day.

- Good, thanks.
- Sure.

Let's get some coffee.

So Claybourne got caught
faking a sample?

No, no, he was trying to do a DNA match

of a blood sample
on a murder-rape case,

and everyone was shocked

when the D.N.A. said
that a local cop was the rapist,

but it turns out that Claybourne
had handled

the blood sample during
a routine police physical,

and so he cut down the blood
sample to fit to the P.C.R.

He never sterilized his scissors,

so when he came back later
to cut the killer's blood

from some crime scene evidence,

he transferred some D.N.A.
from one to the other.

That's unbelievable.

It was a huge mess.
We almost arrested the wrong man.

Claybourne, you know,
wasn't a bad guy.

He just was lazy and not that smart.

Julie, if this could
have happened in this case,

don't you think
it could have happened in ours?

I am not stealing
the hair sample for you.

- But don't you think that...
- No, I can't!

Claybourne was fired. He's gone.

Yeah, but Donald Brooks isn't.

He's in prison. He's in prison
for life without parole.

This is wrong, Julie.

No, don't tell me what's wrong, Jon.

Will you at least
just read this? Read this.

Please take it. Donald Brooks...
he's our age.

As long you and I live, he's going
to be staring at a brick wall.

You can free an innocent man.

All right, so it's not the death penalty.

- Is it the pro-choice thing?
- Is this important right now, David?

'- Cause it's getting really old.
- No, not really.

I mean, it's just life. A small thing.

Where are we on the hair evidence?

Brianna has a lead.

All right, what about
the new hire for Jim?

- It's Jon.
- Jon.

- Yeah. I'll get on it tomorrow.
- Okay.

I'll tell you one thing.

I wasn't the one beating on
no pregnant lady's head.

I don't know, Lester. This police
sketch looks an awful lot like you.

See, man? Man, Lester's a lover,
not a fighter.

I'm only in here 'cause
some brother snitched me out.

Other than that, cops
never had a thing on Lester.

Lester left fingerprints, so...

Not on that one,
'cause I wasn't there.

Look, that wholehing
don't match my M.O.

I use crowbars to pry windows,
not break 'em.

Wanna reak a window,
bring a rock...

whole lot easier to carry,
don't you think?

Whoever pulled that job
was a low-rent imitator anyway.

Well, that may be, Lester, but I don't
think a judge would look at it that way.

When was that date again?
February 2nd?

I was in L.A.
That's my grandma's birthday.

We throw a big party for her
every year, video and everything.

Y'all should check it out.

I enjoyed the conversation.
Don't get many visits.

# Yesterday I got lost
in the circus #

# feeling like such a mess #

# now I'm down, "

# I'm just hanging
on the corner #

# I can't help but reminisce #

# so when you're gone... #

The crowbar burglar, Lester Green?

Nope, his alibi checks out.

All right, what else?
Anything else?

I got the hair
found at the crime scene.

Hair is not like D.N.A.

Our knowledge is limited
to whether the sample

is negroid, mongoloid or caucasian.

And that's it?

And we can tell
what body part it comes from.

Beyond that, essentially
it's educated conjecture.

What about these hairs, doc?

- Who is this fellow Claybourne?
- Crime lab technician.

He's dead.

Good, because if he wasn't,
he should be shot.

Those are not negroid scalp hairs.
- They're not?

Those are caucasian pubic hairs.

- You're certain?
- Absolutely.

We got a habeas petition to write.

Claybourne
cooked his report, huh?

Yep, to support the cop's case
against Brooks.

Well, any change-of-custody issue?

No, it was solid.
The seals were intact.

What?

- The pubic hairs belonged to..
- The husband.

But there's nothing unusual about
finding hairs in the bedsheets.

Right.

What about the fingerprints
at the crime scene?

I didn't think there were any.

I mean, only the elimination prints
of the husband and wife.

Right, and what did Lester Green
say about the break-in

at the Sanders apartment?

It was copycat.
Everyone knew his style.

It was in the papers
along with the sketch.

What?

You know, sometimes
you stare at a map

and the name of the country's written
so large you don't even see it?

- See what?
- Grab your coat.

- Yes?
- Hi.

Mrs. Sanders, hi.
We represent Donald Brooks,

the man convicted
of attacking Leah Sanders.

May we come in?
- My son is napping.

I, um...

I, uh, I love your pin, is that antique?

Yes, thank you.

Um, Clark, my husband,
it belonged to his mother.

Can you tell us
when you began dating Clark?

Yeah, we're just trying
to establish a timeline.

Well, it wasn't until
after Leah was attacked.

I can tell you that.
- Well, that's weird.

'Cause, uh,
we stopped by your work,

and that's not what they said there.

Yeah, you started working with Clark

eight months before the incident,

and they said you were
pretty friendly from the start.

We liked each other, yes,
but we didn't fool around.

What are you suggesting?

Before the incident,
did Clark ever mention

how much better life would be
if Leah weren't around?

- I think you'd better leave.
- Mrs. Sanders?

Yeah, come on, it's not...

I don't know. I mean
why would Clark want to kill Leah?

Why not just get a divorce?

As a cop, I stopped asking myself
those kinds of questions.

Okay, but Leah said that
she was attacked by a black man.

No, Clark said she told him that
in the car.

It's just his word.

Trust me, trauma victims can be
led to believe that black is white.

Hmm, or white is black.

The pin!

What?

The pin. Hold on, hold on.

What are you talking about?

Oh, hold on.

Look at that.

That's the list of the things
that were stolen

from the Sanders' apartment
six years ago,

and look at, uh, number five.

"Gold necklace
with peacock pendant,

studded with diamonds
and... rubies."

He had it reset.

Well, would you want
to get rid of a family heirloom?

Wait, here he is.

What the hell are you doing here?

Calm down, mr. Sanders...

Hey, you're spying on me, man.
You're talking to my employees.

- No law against that.
- What's your problem?

You bothered my wife
and my family.

Hey, you want to tell us
what your wife is doing

with a stolen piece of jewelry
on her sweater?

I don't... I don't know
what you're talking about.

You attacked Leah.

You wanted to kill her
so you could be with Kelly,

make it look like
one of those burglaries.

Yeah, but Leah didn't die,
so you coached her into

believing that she was attacked
by a black man.

But you didn't get rid
of the jewelry, did you, Clark?

That's what's gonna nail you.

Move it again, and I'll break it.

What do you think you are,
a middle linebacker?

You're not a young man, Charlie.
- I'm younger than you are.

You should have called me
for backup.

I would have been right there.
- Yeah, right.

So you agreed
to a joint investigation

with district attorney Mannheim,
your oldest enemy,

and to Claybourne's old cases, huh?

Can you stop doing that now, please?

Just two more.

N.J.P. gets credit
for exposing the crime lab.

And district attorney Mannheim
suddenly sees the light

regarding the attorney general's race.

- She's going to endorse you?
- Yeah.

Well, it was either that,
or I go public without her.

So here's the thing.

I can get my political enemy
to vote for me,

but I can't get my...

..person I work with do the same.

- Were you about to say "friend"?
- No.

- I think you were.
- No, I wasn't. Why?

- Nothing.
- Okay.

Can I sign your yearbook?

Go away. I'm done with you.

"Person I work with."

Congratulations.

Ah, thank you.

So, all is forgiven?

Well, I don't think Swain's taking me
to the movies any time soon, but...

- Your source?
- Uh, yeah.

I'll be right... back.

- Did you get your job back?
- Yeah.

- I lost mine.
- What?

Don't worry.
I decided to apply to med school.

I'd rather work for a place where they
promote you for doing the right thing,

not fire you.

- Are they releasing Brooks?
- Yeah.

- Thank you, Julie.
- Thank you.

At least you made me
do the right thing.

Donald, I got a location
in Berkeley.

I'll have someone pick you up
every morning.

Call me.

Thanks.

Are you going to be okay here?
I mean, where is everybody?

Yeah, this is home.

- You should look up your daughter.
- Come on, you my dad now?

I'm serious.

- Here, I want you to take this.
- Nah, you...

It's an advance.
I expect you to work it off.

Right.

Hey, man, you're not like
any cop I ever knew.

Ex-cop, but I'll take that
as a compliment...

Donald.

All right, Donald.

You guys, man...'Later.

He's not gonna call.

It's his choice, Russ.

He's a free man, now.

- He was right.
- Who?

Brooks.

He said we live
in two different countries.

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