All language subtitles for Equal Justice s01e07 The Price of Justice.eng

[opera music
playing over recorder]

[Jo Ann sighs]

One, one more
all-nighter. Just one.

You look exactly the way
you should look after night intake.

You know those
things that zap flies?

That's what it was
like last night.

I was this thing.
[mimics buzzing]

I filed 27 arrests
last night, Mike.

I go in to get my car washed,
I gotta bow to the east.

-I go to pick up cigarettes,
I gotta learn a new language. -I gotta get some coffee.

We gotta decrease the quotas.
I mean, our forefathers,

they came here with
the dreams and hopes of prosperity, freedom.

And cotton, Searls.
Lots of cotton.

-There's no coffee?
-Uh, bottom, on the right.

Michael, Michael, that's fat.

That's cholesterol.
That is grease.

It's dead suey.
That's going to kill you.

Don't break my habits.
There are few things in life that are given.

-Sausage is a given.
-Good morning.

Now, now, now. Look at that.
That is perfect shape, perfect forms.

-It's perfect. Perfect.
-Stop it, pigs.

Why don't you turn me
into something?

You can do it.
Make me perfect.

Muscle tone. Sweat.

-Firm my organs.
-You're hopeless.

Hey, Mike. Mike, what's this?
Inside The City ?

Public service television?
Are they coming?

Yeah, they seem to be
fascinated with how young most of our people are.

Wow. Where do
we find them?

Oh, don't worry.
They'll find you, Searls. I'm sure.

Look what this scum did
to this nine-year-old.

Mashed his thumb
in a pair of pliers.

-Civilization...
-Yeah, that's really sick. I took that in last night.

Judges gotta see this kid.
Briggs, this will be yours. You have arraignments at 11:00.

[Mike] Briggs, the photographer
from the crime lab is in your office.

Arraignments, Briggs.
Eleven o'clock. You be there.

My man, Blatt.

-I got the goody.
-Great.

Let's see what pleasures
await us.

Mm-hmm. Mm-mm.

Actually, that's about a seven.

That's about an eight.

9.6.

Three and four quarters.

Blatt, for God's sakes,
what is this?

That one must have
got in there by mistake.

-It's from my private
morgue collection. -Oh, that's lovely.

You're an artist, Blatt.

You're Degas.

You're Gauguin.

You're Larry Flynt.

That one. Julie Janovich.

Only in heaven.

?Living in a real world?

?We try to rise above?

?All we see, searching for
something to believe?

?One day, you'll find
you can make a life?

?That's worth living through?

?If you are living
for the truth?

?All that we're trying
to win?

?Feels like a mountain
to climb?

?We can make it over
over time?

?Hold on?

?Hold on?

?We can make it over
over time?

?Hold on?

?Hold on?

?We can make it over
over time??

[newsreader]
As jury selection nears conclusion

we spoke to
the murdered girl's parents and to the prosecutor

for the district attorney's
office, Eugene Rogan.

[reporter]
Must be a heartbreaking ordeal for you.

Your daughter, an alleged
prostitute, brutally murdered, and now the trial.

-Please.
-We just want the murderer punished.

Must be heartbreaking,
even to be here.

We've lost our daughter.
Mr. Rogan felt it important to come.

We've put all our faith in him.

[reporter]
25 to life. That's the maximum

And that's what
you're asking for.

-Yes, it is.
-But you have no eyewitnesses.

The circumstances
and the witnesses we have

will prove that
a murder was committed.

And by the defendant.
Thank you.

[newsreader]
It is this man, George Griffin,

who stands accused
of the slaying of the one-time

high school
beauty-queen-turned-call girl, Tracy Williams.

Found savagely murdered
last September

following a late-night party
in her swank--

What did you say to Rogan?

[sighs] I told him
to plead out the case.

Arnold, he starts
presenting the today.

Yeah, with the detectives,
the medical examiner.

-Arnold...
-He'll make the case against Griffin.

The defense will roll over.

They'll be talking plea
by lunch.

If Rogan puts me
on that stand, Arnold...

I haven't the vaguest idea
what happened.

I left the apartment.
I was gone.

I can offer nothing in this.

The guy wasn't even there
when I left.

Listen, I promise you,
Rogan wants what we want.

He knows
your political influence.

He knows what the party
could do for him.

I promise you'll get the plea.
We'll be out of this thing.

I'm the party chairman, Arnold.

Think of my position
in the city.

And then think about yours.

Are you threatening me, Paul?

[scoffs]

Of course I'm threatening you.

Don't let Rogan put me
on the stand, Arnold.

If I'm tied to this dead whore,
you're going down with me.

Get me Gene Rogan.

-[dog barking]
-Come on!

I talked to the defense.
We've agreed to plea it out.

-Morning, Dad.
-Hi, sweetheart.

I got every reason to believe
we're gonna make a deal.

-Can you guarantee that?
-No, it's not certain,

but I don't have any
reason to question it.

I want this case
plead out, Gene.

I want it out of the courtroom,

and I don't want
Paul Massari implicated.

Okay, okay.
Yeah, I'll call you in a couple of hours.

So what's up?

Sometimes, Arnold won't
take "yes" for an answer.

-Do you know that making
love burns 300 calories? -What?

To think of all the time
I wasted in those gym classes.

What is she reading?

I've got corn
to go with cold chicken

-for you and
the kids tonight-- -Tonight?

-What?
-Honey, I told you.

I have a committee meeting,
for the foreign exchange students from high school.

Gotta go, gotta go.

There you go.
Uh, Brian, the tea.

Oh, God, Dad, I almost forgot.

Ms. St. Clair is having me
do a speech on careers.

I decided to do one on
you, Dad, the prosecutor.

I've got this tape.

Would you talk
into it at work?

I really need it
by tomorrow night.

Oh, and, Dad, don't tell
any of your bad jokes.

Gene, it shouldn't
take too long.

My promise.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Honey, what time do you
think you'll be home?

Uh, I don't know, 9:00?

Okay. See you later.

Hey.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[mumbles] What is she reading?

-Bye, Dad.
-See you later.

Dad, where's your brain?

-You forgot.
-I know. I'm sorry.

[Dr. Tomlin] There were
multiple wounds about her head and neck.

There was blood
on her face and body.

What evidence recovered
from the crime scene did you examine, Doctor?

A large marble ashtray
that had dried blood on it.

And is this that ashtray?

-Yes.
-Did you do an analysis?

-Yes.
-With what results?

The blood on the ashtray
matched the blood of the deceased.

Were there
any other findings?

Human tissue and blood
were found under the nails of the victim.

They were the defendant's
tissue and blood types.

Detective Stassen, did you
make a comparison of the defendant's fingerprints

-with the fingerprints
on the ashtray? -They matched.

At the time of the arrest,
what observations did you make about the defendant?

There were scratches
on his face, blood on his shirt.

Did you vouch for any evidence
as a result of that arrest?

A long strand of pearls
was in his possession...

along with a set of diamond
earrings, an emerald ring... and $2,000 in 21 $100 bills.

-Thank you, Detective.
-Mr. Hilgard?

Tell me something, Detective.

What other evidence
haven't you told us about

that would show
that this woman attacked my client first?

-Objection!
-[judge] I'll sustain.

I'll withdraw the question.

-What are you looking for?
-What are you looking for?

Okay. Maximum
on manslaughter one.

Eight and a third to 25.

Not bad for a murder.
Down from 25 to life.

-Two to six.
-Come on. Get serious.

All of a sudden,
you got a case?

I got no reason to do any more.

-Oh, yeah? Why is that?
-Why should I?

You're the one
that's looking for a deal.

You know, your position's
getting cocky.

Your man broke into
Tracy's apartment to rob her

and he killed her.
How are you gonna defend that?

She was a high-priced druggie.

-How are you gonna defend that?
-He clubbed her to death.

Let's cut through this.
This is not about Tracy Williams.

It's about your star
witness, Paul Massari.

Head of the party that
put your boss, Arnold Bach, in the DA's office.

The pressure's on.
I'll take it off.

You don't have a case.
I got hard evidence.

How far are you gonna
try and push me?

-I can win.
-Fine. Put him on the stand.

Come on. He slept with her,
Gene. Paul Massari.

He's gonna let you
destroy him?

You and Bach wanna
make a deal to keep Massari out of it.

I got a flat-out case
of murder.

Two to six.

Or you want to go to trial
in two hours?

I'll be in my office
till court time.

I... love the phone.

-Ms. Janovich.
-Uh, Your Honor...

ADA Brigman was
supposed to replace me here at eleven o'clock.

-Now, Counselor,
we have a full house. -Uh... Okay.

People v. Le Beau,
Your Honor.

Assault, endangering
the welfare of a minor.

Your Honor, this case involves
the boyfriend of the mother of the victim.

A severe abuse has
occurred to this child.

His thumb was
crushed by pliers.

I have the child here.

Your Honor, I brought
the child here because...

I wanted you to see exactly
what I'm talking about.

Mr. Le Beau has
tortured this child.

The hospital report indicates
continued signs of abuse.

Burn marks, scars, bruises.

These incidents
took place, Your Honor, at the grandmother's home

-at 419 Edison Avenue
here in the city... -Ms.?

...when the boy was
apparently left with the defendant to... What?

It didn't happen
at my grandma's apartment. It happened at his apartment.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Anthony, where did this happen?

At my mother's boyfriend's
in Rockport.

I took the subway
to my grandma's and she called the police.

There's no jurisdiction.

-Your Honor, may I approach?
-Counsels.

The crime offending
was committed in Rockport.

The police assumed
that it happened here when they made the arrest.

I'm going to phone Rockport,
have a warrant brought here.

You've got to let him go.
You can't prosecute a crime that wasn't committed here.

You cannot release him,
Your Honor, it's insane.

The defendant is
a proven danger to the child.

Defense counsel has properly
cited the law, Ms. Janovich.

Your Honor, the child
is under Social Services until the grandmother arrives.

You're here until 5:00 p.m.
When the Rockport police deliver their warrant,

they will transport
the defendant back to their jurisdiction.

That's all I'm asking,
till 5:00 p.m. Please.

Ms. Janovich, I'll give you
till five o'clock.

Hold him in lockup.

You do something
about this. This ain't right.

Now you do nothing.
You got it? This ain't right!

Mr. and Mrs. Williams,
thank you for coming up.

I know that
this is short notice.

We go back to trial in an hour,
but something's come up.

And I wanted
to talk to you first.

You do have another option.

Now, the first, of course,
is that we go back to trial.

But the defense has
every intention of exploiting every detail

of your daughter's past
and her murder all over again.

In public.
She will be stripped raw.

[sighs] Well, we understand.

You've taken us through
all that, and we're prepared.

There is another way.

The defense has offered
a plea of guilty to a lesser charge.

It is one that would put
Tracy's murderer directly in prison without a trial.

-No trial?
-For how long?

Two to six years.

Two years?
Is that what you want?

I promise when he comes up
for parole to go before the board myself

and argue that he serve
the full term of his sentence.

But two years?

Oh. I-I mean, what--
did something happen?

I mean, I thought you said
we could win.

Don't you believe that
he murdered our daughter?

Arnold.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Williams.

This is District Attorney
Arnold Bach.

-How do you do, sir?
-How do you do?

Please accept my condolences.

Sit down. I only need
Mr. Rogan for just a moment.

Did you take the plea?

Your offer
is ridiculous, Arnold.

Two to six on a murder charge.

Did you take the plea, Gene?

-No.
-Oh, God.

Arnold.

I thought we were working
together in this.

-I can win this.
-We're not talking about winning.

-We're talking about Massari.
-I'll protect Massari.

All I need him for is to tie
the death threat made

to the girl on the night
of the murder.

What about the defense?
You gonna control that?

-I'll control Hilgard.
-You're kidding yourself.

Massari is sitting
in my office right now as we speak.

And he can't understand
why I can't convince

my bureau chief
to keep him off the stand.

I mean, you're up for
Deputy District Attorney.

The man can hurt you.
Don't you want what you've earned?

Of course I want it.
But you're asking me to blow this case.

Why don't you go back
in there and tell those people that?

Go ahead. You're good at that.

-Massari, you protect him.
-I'm not stupid.

You are walking
a dangerous knife.

There's no way you could
try this case without cutting yourself wide open.

-Mike, is Briggs in there?
-Uh, no. I haven't seen him.

Briggs, where have you been?
You were supposed to relieve me at eleven o'clock.

I've been tied up in motions.
I'm a prisoner of the system.

Cut it, Briggs.
There is a big problem. I need your help.

That case of child abuse,
the kids with the thumbs?

-Yes.
-Yes.

-The felony happened
in Rockport. -So?

So the court will
only hold the defendant until five o'clock.

So I called
the police in Rockport to come pick him up.

No cars available.
Zero cooperation.

An abused child isn't enough
to get them out here.

What do you want,
Ms. Janovich?

I want this man
off the streets.

Pretty when you're angry.

Briggs, can you help me?

Mm-hmm.

Hello, Desk Sergeant?

Hi, hi, hi.

This is ADA Brigman
over down here at Lincoln Courts.

Hi, I got a hell of a situation
on my hands here.

I wonder
if you could help me out.

I've got an exotic dancer.

She's in this incredibly
transparent raincoat.

And she's awaiting transport
to your district for arrest and booking.

Huh? Yeah, she was flashing
on the subway. Flashing.

Mm-hmm.

[laughs] Uh, listen, uh...

Could you send
a couple of blues down here to pick her up?

No, we're gonna hold her.
We're all holding her.

[laughing] Yeah. Yeah.

Could you make it fast, though?
You know? By 5:00. Yeah.

She's a wild thing. Uh-huh.

Thank you.
Any time. Any time.

You don't get 'em in the heart,
you get 'em in the crotch.

Briggs, if you pull this off,

I'll know your sickness
has a purpose.

I'm sorry, drugs, prostitution,
a murdered girl. The public is asking, sir.

I am a witness
for the prosecution in an homicide.

I am here to cooperate with
the District Attorney's office.

[overlapping chatter]

-Paul?
-I've got a family. I've got a wife.

Paul, I've got a murder.

[pants]

You're making a mistake,
a big mistake.

Mr. Massari, when you left
the club that night with the deceased, Tracy Williams...

Mr. Rogan, I said
I walked out of the club, not left with her.

When you walked out
of the club,

did the defendant
do anything to Tracy Williams when he approached her?

He grabbed her by the arm,
and he shouted at her.

And do you recall
what he shouted?

"I'm gonna kill you, bitch,
if you don't pay up what you owe me."

Can you identify these
for us, Mr. Massari?

String of pearls,
emerald ring, pair of diamond earrings.

Have you ever seen them before?

Ms. Williams was
wearing them that night.

-The night she was murdered?
-Objection. No proof of murder.

-The night she was killed?
-Yes.

Your Honor, for the record,
People's 3, 4, 5 were found on the defendant

at the time of the arrest,
as testified to here earlier.

Mr. Massari,

did Tracy Williams have
any large sums of money on her person that night?

She told me she had $2,000.

-[Hilgard] Object. Hearsay.
-Sustained.

On the other hand,
withdraw the objection.

I'd like to see this developed.

Your Honor, for the record,
$2,000 was found,

as testified to here earlier
on the defendant at the time of the arrest.

Thank you, Mr. Massari.

[judge] Mr. Hilgard.

So, what you're saying,
Mr. Massari, is that

you know she had $2,000.
You don't know where she got it,

but you know she had it
because she told you.

Objection. Argumentative.
He's already told us that he knew.

-Fascinating conversation.
-I'll sustain.

Let me rephrase. You knew
she had the money because you gave it to her

-for purposes of prostitution.
-Objection, Your Honor.

I withdraw the question.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Massari,
that you didn't just see

Tracy Williams
at the club that night,

but you transported her
back to her apartment

-where a little party
took place. -Look...

I knew the woman slightly.

She couldn't get a cab.
I gave her a ride, yes.

Isn't it a fact, that
she was drinking heavily and taking drugs that night?

-Objection.
-I'll allow it.

She was having a drink.
Taking drugs, I don't know.

Isn't it a fact,
Mr. Massari, that, uh,

she went out onto
the balcony of her apartment,

took off some of her clothes
and climbed up onto the railing,

-12 stories above the street?
-Objection.

He's putting words
in the witness's mouth.

While she was standing
on the balcony,

-she presented her
almost naked body... -Your Honor.

-Come on, guys.
Go for it. -That isn't true.

-Objection.
-Sustained. You're out of line, Mr. Hilgard.

Look, look, I don't know
anything about that.

I only stayed
for a short while.

I left at two o'clock.
My driver took me home.

Mr. Massari,
how many other times

-have you seen her
try to commit suicide? -Your Honor...

You will not remember that.
Strike that from the record.

Counselors, I want you
both up here now.

When I issue an instruction,
you follow it, Mr. Hilgard.

The defense is
running over your court.

These allegations
are inflammatory.

Your Honor, I have
hard, factual evidence

of Tracy's mental state
leading up to that night.

This girl sure wanted to die.
I'm bringing in witnesses

to prove that she wanted to die,
and she used my client to do it.

-Oh, great. Jo Ann.
-What?

-I need you.
-You need any woman from anywhere?

You gotta take over
my first night of intake.

-Tonight?
-Yes.

I've had four nights in a row.
I'm going home to bed.

-It's been so long,
I've forgotten why. -You can't.

I met this production person
from Inside The City.

No, what you're in love with
is getting your face on TV.

-Oh, come on, come on.
-What?

What'll it take, huh?

You're out of roommates,
and Sandy left, right?

You able to use some cash?
What do you need?

Ten? Fifteen?

Twenty?

Fifty?

How come I feel
like a hooker?

Wait, excuse me.
I already talked to dispatch.

You're telling me
you don't know where the car is?

You know what time it is?
It's five o'clock, for God's sake.

I don't have that information.
You're gonna have to hold.

Your Honor, if that man
is released, I fear for the boy's safety.

The grandmother's here.
Why don't you talk to her?

I stretched the rules
to give you till five o'clock.

Look, I plead
for more time, please.

My breaking the law is not
an answer to your problem.

Remove his cuffs.
He's free to go.

Is there anybody
from Social Services?

Judge, I'm the boy's mother.
I would like to take him.

Ms. Murray, will you stay with
the boy and his grandmother

till this man has
cleared the building?

Okay, fine, great.
Thank you.

-Cops are gonna be here.
-Okay, he'll be on the street.

We'll never be able
to find him.

Go down to the main entrance.
We'll try to delay.

Ms. Janovich, may we have
a moment of your time?

We'd like to talk to you
about the after-hours life.

Playtime versus
professionalism, that sort of thing.

[elevator bell dings]

Hold, hold, hold, hold!
Move it back!

Contact lens!
Hold it, hold it, hold it. I lost my contact lens.

Lost my contact lens.
Very expensive.

Mean eye doctor. Hold on.
Mom's gonna kill me.

Where is it?

Oh, there it is.
Thank you very much.

-Julie!
-Briggs, where are they?

-Oh, here they are.
-Come on, come on.

Let's go.

You've got to learn
to control that kid. You got it?

That's him. Up there.
Arrest him.

[indistinct conversation]

-No. I've got to
make this happen. -There he is.

Go get him. There he is.

Get out of the way!

[grunts]

Oh, my God.

-[speaks indistinctly]
-We got him.

-Come on.
-Briggs. Briggs, are you okay?

-Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
-No.

-Did they get him?
Did they get him? -Yeah, they got him.

They got him. They got him.

You won't have to worry
about getting hurt or anything.

They're taking him away.

You're going to your
grandma's house now, okay?

-What?
-Nothing.

-What?
-Nothing.

You're okay today, Briggs.

-Come on.
-Thank you.

[sighs]

I don't think this thing
should go unrewarded.

Would you like
to go to dinner? Nothing too fancy.

Torcello's on Friday night?

Could have a little wine,
a little stroll, a little rock, a little roll.

-Okay. Stop at the rock.
-Don't blow it, Briggs.

Torcello's. Friday night.

All right. I'm honored.

[Hilgard] You threatened
her life, Mr. Griffin, outside the club.

It's in the testimony.

I didn't threaten her life.

I went to the club with
a couple of eight balls to see if she needed me.

I was always there
for her, you know. She liked that.

She used to say it.

I don't mean the sexual thing.

But I meant something to her.

Only that night she played
like she didn't know me, like I was crap.

So I figured...
if she was gonna go that way with it,

hell, I'd just put out
a call on the money that she owed me.

I was angry, yeah,
but I was just doing business.

Are you saying that
you meant her no harm?

No. God, no.

Then why did you
go to the apartment?

To get what was mine,
that's all.

-She let you in?
-Door was unlocked.

I just kinda called out,

"Tracy, Tracy,
George is here. Tracy."

What did you do
next, Mr. Griffin?

I tried the bedroom door.

She was laying there, asleep.

She had money.

I knew that 'cause
she'd been working that night.

And some jewelry,
so I took it.

I just wanted to get out.

When I was leaving,
she woke up.

She was just
looking up at me.

[softly] Her eyes were crazy.

I don't know if the jurors
can hear you.

She was looking
at me, crazy.

And I said, "Tracy,
hey, you all right?"

And then I said, "I just
want my money, Trace."

And then it started.

She was up at me.

And she said, "You get nothing
because you're nothing."

And then she said,
"You always wanted to be something.

Hurt me. Come on.
Come on. Get angry. Do something."

That's not true.
You killed my baby.

Order. Please be seated.

[judge] Continue.

I just wanted to get out.

She kept laughing
and laughing and laughing.

How she used me.

How I was dirt.

And she kept saying it.

And she kept saying it
and she kept saying it and she kept saying it.

And then she was up at me
and she clawed my face.

I fell back against the table
and blood fell on my clothes from my face.

I grabbed something
from behind me.

I didn't even know
what it was.

And I hit her.

And I hit her.

And I hit her.
And I hit her again.

And I hit her again.
And I hit her again!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Your Honor, I would like
to request a short recess

to allow Mr. Griffin
to regain his composure before cross-examination.

Your Honor, I would like
to proceed with my cross at this time.

-I will respect
the defendant's distress. -Proceed, Mr. Rogan.

[sniffling]

-You composed, Mr. Griffin?
-[whispers] Yes.

Would you tell us when you
first experienced sorrow over the death of Tracy Williams?

-I object to that.
-Overruled.

I don't understand you.

Sadness.

I was angry. I was hurt.
I was sorry.

Mr. Griffin, in your sorrow,
did you do anything to help her?

Did you call the police?

Did you turn yourself in?

-No.
-No. In fact, you left the scene.

You left the girl who may
still have been alive.

You stole her money.
You stole her jewelry. All in a state of great sorrow.

Isn't it a fact that you have
come here to lie?

-Your Honor, I object.
-Overruled.

You lied about
what happened, what you saw, what she said, what you did.

-Your Honor, please--
-All with no witnesses to contradict you.

Clever, Mr. Griffin.
Admit to circumstances

that will net you
a manslaughter conviction

when, in fact, you are guilty
of intentional murder.

If my life were at stake,
I would probably agree to manslaughter.

-I object.
-Very clever, Mr. Hilgard.

Your Honor, the witness is
being given no opportunity to reply.

Objection sustained.
Mr. Griffin, you may respond.

I haven't lied.

I told the truth.

So, did you enjoy that
in there today?

Two hours of cross-examination,
and you got nothing.

Noted.

The press is out there waiting.
They're just waiting for you to lose this.

-You get paid
for the tough days, Arnold. -Don't smart-mouth me.

I don't plan on losing.

Oh, really?
Manslaughter two is a win?

That's what's going down
in there. Just what you could have pleaded out for.

-Listen, Arnold...
-No, damn it, you listen.

I should've forced you to plead.
So far, this Massari thing is up for grabs.

But you give me anything less
than a win, and I mean murder, not manslaughter.

A win I could explain,
I could justify,

salvage something
out of this mess.

But if you end up with
what you could have pleaded out

for in the beginning,
you're off the wire.

You lose me, too.

Eleven families showed up for
the foreign exchange program.

Two signed up.
I was embarrassed.

Arnold Bach is
starting to remind me of my brother.

Always kicking my leg,
trying to shut me up, so I won't argue.

You should have
heard their excuses. It was ridiculous.

I mean, I felt like
I was doing some sales job.

Where's your
foreign exchange student?

It was such a great opportunity
for their kids.

My foreign exchange student?

You know our kids
aren't old enough to be exchanged.

-You know that.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is it?

Nothing.

Gene, what's the matter?

[scoffs]

I am losing this case.

Well, that happens.

I told Bach I wouldn't
try the case, I did.

Told him I'd protect Massari,
I didn't. Told him I would win, I'm losing.

I'm really blowing it, Jesse.

Wait a minute. Go back.

Tell me, why did you decide
to try the case if you thought--

Because I couldn't
accept the plea. I couldn't stomach it.

Well, that's a good reason.

Maybe I should have.
Maybe I should have taken it.

I could've bought myself
out of this.

You could have bought
yourself out of this?

Maybe you should just go
down to the court tomorrow

and stand up and talk about
how much this case is costing you.

I don't need that. Thank you.

[sighs]

I just-- I hate this stuff
in your job.

I just-- I hate--
I hate this.

I mean, I realize that
you cannot just be an attorney anymore.

I don't know why
you can't just go down there and try your case.

Jesse, it's not that
simple anymore.

I'm sorry.

[sighing]

I'm sorry, honey.

Listen, believe me,
I'm not insensitive to how you feel.

Believe me.

But if you're gonna
start playing around

with the reason why
you got into this business...

I was there, remember?

Come here.

Yeah.

When you found her half naked
on the balcony, tormenting her guests, what happened next?

Um, she was crying.

Telling me we were
all from the devil.

We were all going to hell.

She scared me.

She kept screaming,

"It's over. Get out.
Just get out.

Get out of my home.
It is over.

-It's over."
-[Hilgard] Please continue.

The few that were still there,
the ones that hadn't left,

I think they didn't want
their party to end.

I mean, the guys
were paying, right?

So they called the manager.

A couple took the room
next to Tracy's.

I bailed. I just had
to get out of there.

I went home. That is all I know.

Thank you, Ms. Ehlman.
No further questions.

-That'll be fine.
-[judge] Mr. Rogan.

Ms. Ehlman, tell me,
when you left Tracy Williams' apartment,

who was it
who went next door?

I remind you that
you were under oath.

Um... One of the girls.

And Paul Massari.

[reporters clamoring]

Who do you think you are,
having me dragged in here?

I'm going to have
your ass up on charges.

Explain that to the jury
after your indictment.

What is this?
What are you talking about?

-Arnold, what is this?
-Perjury. You lied.

-You told the court that
you went home at 2:00. -I did.

We have a statement
from your driver.

-He took you home
at 6:00 a.m. -[scoffs]

-I misspoke.
-Misspoke is called perjury.

You sat and you testified
on a material fact under oath and you lied.

You had a reason to lie.
You're trying to protect yourself.

You're trying to keep the fact
you spent the night

with a prostitute
when you were a married man.

We had an understanding.
You guys are cutting your own throats.

I don't see any blood here.

And we never
counted on lies, Paul.

I got Griffin's lies.
I got your lies.

Now let's see if we can
get to the truth.

If there were any words
that Tracy cried out, you would have heard them.

I want to know
what those words were or you are going to jail.

What makes you think
there were any words?

People don't get beaten
to death in silence.

If the defendant went to kill,
there would've been a weapon. Or he'd have strangled her.

It was a struggle.
He grabbed an ashtray and beat her.

I want to know her words.
Don't tell me that you didn't hear.

What the hell does this tramp
have to do with me? Or you or any of us?

She was cheap, Gene.
She was a loser.

We're not.

And you don't have to be.

-Arnold...
-Come on, Paul. Clean this up.

If you got what
we need, give it up.

You bastard.

You ungrateful bastard.
I put you in office.

I sold you to the committee
and I can take you out.

With what credibility?
Who's gonna listen to you?

Now, come on. Be the hero.

If you can put Griffin away,
the press will eat it up.

[scoffs]

Paul.

My wife.

Listen, Paul.

You're going up
on that stand.

You were at the party.
You went next door.

You spent the night
there with a prostitute.

You were there the night
Tracy was murdered.

That's going to come out.
You can count on that.

You want to hurt me? Fine.
Go ahead. I'll give you that.

But is there anything
we can salvage out of this?

Is there anything
decent left to do?

[Paul] I woke up. There was
a loud noise next door.

In the apartment.

Someone slammed
against the wall.

Then I heard glass breaking.

It sounded like a fight.

Then I heard
the woman screaming.

[Gene] What did you
hear her scream?

"Stop.

Why are you doing this to me?

Please stop.

Don't hit me.

Please don't hit me.

Stop.

Don't do this to me.

Please stop."

Thank you, Mr. Massari.

?Julie, you are
my little yam?

?Your legal body
I'd like to cross-examine??

[clearing throat] Sheila.

Darling, I've got to tell
you something, kiddo.

You're history.

-[air hissing]
-I know.

Thank you, God. Thank you.

[humming]

Oh, no!

What is this? The journals?

This is the journals.

Julie, they took you.

They took Julie?
Oh, no.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, no.

Whoa! Check it, baby.

-Give me that.
-What do you mean give me that?

We paid good money for these.

Guys, you don't understand.
I really need those journals back.

-Poor baby.
-Come on, guys.

You don't understand.
I need them back now.

-I'll give you the money.
How much do you want? -[men laughing]

[reporter] There he is.
Mr. Rogan.

The conviction on second-degree
murder. Are you pleased with the jury's deliberation?

What about Mr. Massari?
There's talk of his resignation.

-You think he'll keep his job?
-I'd like to make a statement.

I would like
to congratulate Mr. Rogan.

I think that's pretty
strong evidence that during my stewardship,

no political interest
will ever be placed above the prosecution of a crime.

-What about Mr. Massari?
-Mr. Massari has been

an upstanding member of this
community for many years.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That seems so little to say,
but we don't know what else.

You were really with me
every step of the way.

That says it all.

Thank you.

...not a very appropriate
question at this point.

You know, this is
a criminal matter, not a forum

for anyone's belief systems
or political agenda.

Let's keep it that way.

-Yes.
-Are you pleased?

Yes, I am, very pleased.

It's like I always said,
the system works.

[gentle music playing]

Well, this place is
kind of our melting pot.

Let's really hang out,
have meals.

Oh, look, there's Marion.

Let me introduce you.

-Marion, I'd like
you to meet-- -Jo Ann.

Christopher, hi.
You are not going to believe what happened.

I was at intake
the night you paid me.

Their entire camera crew
came in.

I was in the middle
of this interview with--

-We're on.
-You got to see this.

Passionate and bright,
these ADAs, many under the age of 30 years old,

are afforded immediate exposure
to the criminal justice system.

Jo Ann, you look beautiful.

[cheering and applause]

Now, I know that
you're all very tired,

but how did you possibly
expect the search to stand up to a motion to suppress?

Lady, this is a good bust.
I worked on this a long time.

This is not a good bust
to make here.

I don't want to steal
your thunder.

-See you tomorrow.
-Bye-bye.

Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm Christopher Searls, ADA.

That night up there,
that was actually my night.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

-Can I just have
a moment with you? -No.

I was wondering
if there was a possibility of--

-Too young?
-Yes.

Look, anybody, any age,
could not go into court with this.

Doesn't matter
how old you are.

Nothing here for anybody.
You can be 60--

You look great. Really.

Many in a mere four years
are recruited by law firms offering six-figure salaries.

One such young prosecutor
is Lincoln County

Assistant District Attorney
Jo Ann Harris.

-Yeah.
-Jo Ann, it must be exhausting.

What are we talking,
14, 16-hour days?

Well, Marion, no.

No.

Fatigue has a hard time
setting in,

given the significance
of the responsibility

and the professional obligation
which is the very nature of our dedication.

Did you say that?
No, no, no, no. You didn't say that.

Yes, I said that.

Out of the mouths of babes.

-Comes drooling.
-That's a word for it.

There's one journal
still out, guys.

Now, if it pops up
in here, I'm history, I'm dead.

Hunt it down.
Kill it.

There's 50 bucks.

There's 100 bucks in it
for you.

There's 200 bucks.

Hi, hi, hi. Hi.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

Great, great, great.
Over here, please. Great, great.

Hi. Wow.

Uh, look, Briggs,
I'm very sorry that I'm late,

but I just wanted
to look right.

You did. You do.
You look-- you do.

You look burgundy and lattice.

-You look-- Well...
-Well...

Julie, I have connected with...

my alter ego, so long lost
since my troubled childhood.

But I'm afraid my past
may come back to haunt me,

may even take
hold of me tonight.

But I'm-- I'm prepared
to do battle, see?

I'm able. And you--

You and you
alone know this, Julie.

I mean, we saw it,
and we experienced it together.

I don't think this place
is right for you, right for us.

-Why don't we leave now?
-No, no, no.

Not-- Not now.
Maybe-- Maybe in a little bit, wherever, whatever...

-Fine.
-...you want.

But, um, I want to
take this night slowly.

Just look.

Champagne.

-Ah.
-Champagne.

Order us a bottle of, um,
Foie du Marteaux, hmm?

Foie du Marteaux?

That's $125.

No, I'm-- it's-- It's perfect.

It's perfect. Uh, Bernice,
can we have a bottle of Foie du Marteaux, please?

-Absolutely.
-Thank you very much.

This, um, is kind of awkward.

-It is. It is.
-You need to get loose.

Get hot.

What-- What is that?

What you did
for that little boy, I-- I was so proud.

I-- I don't know anyone else
who could have with such, uh, passion.

It's the soul
behind the clown,

the, uh, it's the man
with, like, sense--

It's the champagne.

-It's-- [laughs]
-It's the champagne.

-It's the champagne.
-What-- ah, uh-huh.

-[speaks in French]
-You speak French?

Only when I'm tense. Yes.

-[cork pops]
-Oh, ho, ho.

-Waste not, want not.
-Now, allow me.

-That's-- that's lovely.
-To you.

Oh, thank you very much.
That's very kind.

[bottle slamming]

You are a disgusting
little pervert.

Good night.

[theme song playing]

[roaring]

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