All language subtitles for Made.In.Jersey.S01E02_English

Hey, man

We played

Rubber Soul
with a razor blade

Behind the church

Hiding place,
it was a long joke

Till the punch line came--
can you read my mind?

Read my mind...

You about to Hulk out?

I just worked out
this morning.

I'm sore.

I do have some
light lifting for you.

This is jail mail--

some from clients,
some potentials,

not glamorous, but it is
a first year's duty.

Well, then, I will take
this task, Nolan Adams,

and find the lessons
it has to offer.

Yeah, no, you
overshot it a bit.

It's a crap job but I like
where your head's at.

WOMAN: Mr. Stark will
see you now, Ms. Garetti.

Hannah Atwood.

Family's been with us
for 20 years.

That was a tough case.
I was the lead on that.

We sidestepped
a manslaughter trial

in the death of her boyfriend--
plead insanity,

so we avoided having
to litigate

on the issue of
guilt altogether.

Hannah's been institutionalized
ever since-- 11 years now.

Mm.

How was it tough?

Hannah had been
undergoing treatment

for an anxiety disorder

for most of her teens.

The medication didn't do much
because, as it turns out,

she was an undiagnosed
schizophrenic.

It reared its head
at a fund-raiser

at her family's
Westchester estate.

She finally snapped.

What happened?

She bludgeoned her boyfriend
with a brick.

Oh, God.

They found her standing
over the body.

She confessed.

So an insanity plea
was the best option to take.

Yeah, but 11 years is what
she would've served

if she'd been convicted
of manslaughter.

Is her incarceration period
up to her doctors?

Yes. But last time I checked,
which was about eight years ago,

she was still catatonic.

Do catatonics write letters?

She wrote this?

Ms. Garetti?
Miss Atwood.

Martina.
Stark and Rowan.

Hannah.
Thanks for coming.

HANNAH:
I'm not what you expected.

You weren't even sure it was me
who wrote the letter.

From the reports, uh,
I wasn't sure what to expect.

Well, I've been on this
new medicine-- SYLAD--

for almost a year now,
and it's been...

it's been night and day
for me.

I feel like I woke up
from a coma.

Do you want us to contact
your family for you?

We're on retainer,
so we...

My father passed and
my mother closed the estate,

and she moved
to Connecticut.

I didn't want to involve her
at this point, in case...

In case what?

I want out, Ms. Garetti.

I don't belong here anymore.

What do your doctors say?

I... I think
they'll support me.

Okay.

But I want to do this
the proper way.

I don't want to give anyone a
reason to say that I'm acting...

...out of line.

I need you to be my voice.

I'm not that old.

I can still have a life.

I was a semester short
from finishing college.

I want to get
out of here.

I-I want to, I want to bridge
the gap that all of this

has created with my mother.

I miss her.

These are all
positive things, Hannah.

But... 'cause
you killed someone,

it's gonna be hard
to win a release.

I mean, the doctors
and judge will say--

Yes, but that's just it--

over this past year,
as I've come out of it...

What?

I remember now--

I was in the house
when it happened.

Someone else
killed Carl.

I didn't kill anyone.

MARTINA: Hannah gave me details
of the night without help.

That's a stark contrast
from what she said before.

She remembers everything.

What kind of details?

What food they
were serving,

what music was playing
when she left the house

to find her boyfriend.

And, more important,
she remembers finding Carl

face-down, already dead.

Okay, she could've
read a newspaper.

She hasn't had access to
police reports, the Internet

or anything while she's
been inside.

"Carl Rymer, 22, found with
his cranium bashed in."

Lovely.

And look on page four, Riley.

Guests mentioned seeing
someone leave early

through the back gate.

Guys...
RILEY: "...just before
the body was found."

That's good.
Alternate theory.

Guys...
It's a start.

One the police obviously
stopped pursuing

once Hannah confessed.

All right...
She was basically a zombie
for the last decade.

Then the miracle drugs
kicked in.

All right, first-year,
second-year, stop.

There is still a cranium
to get past, okay?

There is an easier
path to freedom

than a not-guilty verdict.

If she is ruled
well enough

to reenter society after
a simple competency hearing,

that's it, she's free.

RILEY:
Nolan's right.

All things in their
proper order.

Here's the thing: I think
she wants more than that.

I think she wants more
than just freedom.

You said she just wants
to see her mom,

so this is the fastest way.

Whoa, there's
more of you.

(groans)

So...

if we're successful,

then we can avoid
a criminal trial altogether.

That's correct, yeah.

We should probably
reach out to the D.A.

They don't like being blindsided
when they think

a murder case is closed--
you know, sportsmanship.

Is that a problem?

No. No.

Don't ever tell me
it's the wrong direction

The luscious life is
almost pure perfection...

MAN: New lawyer from
a big, fancy firm.

Oh, you got all that
from my walk?

Eh, it's kind of more
like a strut.

I don't strut.

That's my sisters.

Yeah, I remember, they do.

They got that from
your mom.

Hey, Tommy.

Big city work got you wheeling
and dealing with our offices?

I came to see you,
actually.

Wanted to give you a little
friendly heads up on a hearing.

Friendly?

You do realize
district attorneys

are the natural predator of
white-shoe lawyers, right?

Well, my shoes are black, so...

Let me see this friendly.

Competency hearing.

Yeah, she's been in
11 years.

She's ready for release.

This may come as
a shock to you,

but we don't so much like
releasing murderers around here.

She's a completely different
woman now.

There wasn't even a trial.

The D.A. didn't even
prove guilt.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll run it up
the flagpole.

Someone from my office
will probably

come down and dogfight you
in front of the judge.

So...

How is it-- Stark and Rowan?

You know, it's not exactly where
I thought I was gonna be,

when we were fighting our way
through tort reform second year.

But I like it a lot.

Well, good, good.

I'm glad I could help you
pull off a maneuver like that.

Hey, I didn't maneuver.

Yeah, you did;
let's admit it.

But it's okay, I get it.

The better jobs are all about
leveraging offers.

Not better.

Just... different.

Eh, you say "tomato,"
I say "socket wrench."

(laughs)

Look...

you're gonna be great,
and it's our loss.

And thank you

for bringing this
to my attention.

Not all defense attorneys
play above-board.

I might've, uh, jumped ship
from prosecuting,

but I still respect the crew.

We should catch up
for real sometime.

Get some drinks
after work...

maybe...?

Think about it.

Tell the Garetti girls
I said hi.

Let's start a fire,
let's start a fire

Let's start tonight...

Oh, wow!

How weird!
Look at that.

Actually, my sister
loves this place.

And there she is!

Hey, Bon.

Thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.

I was just suddenly... thirsty.

Mm!
Hi. I'm Martina.

Uh, Rick.

Can I get you a drink?

Wow, so you missed
your own prom?

No, but I got
the French version.

Foreign exchange program

was the best decision
I made in high school.

(phone ringing)

Uh-oh-- client.

I have to put out a fire.

Will you please excuse me
for a minute?

Should I get pregnant with
his babies or what?

First-- no.

Second-- it's four dates.

You don't even meet
the real person until date 17.

He asked to be excused
to use the phone.

And that's good, right?

That's like gentlemanly
Clark Gable stuff.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Then, date 17,
he asks for a threesome.

Mm!
Oh...

Look, he's cultured,
he's employed,

he's got no visible tattoos...

Look, if you want to take it
to the next step,

you know what
you have to do.

It's inevitable.

No fires, just a
policy question.

So, Rick, I told you about
these family dinners, right?

Hey.

Just go through what
we talked about, okay?

Good?

Excuse me.

Really.

What are the odds
that you pulled this case?

I'd say better
than even money,

since I asked for it.

BAILIFF:
All rise.

Let's get this going.

Everything okay?
Yeah.

Fine.

You sure?

Mm-hmm.

As her doctors
at Fusco have testified,

Ms. Atwood has responded better

to the glycine reuptake
inhibitor SYLAD

than they could've hoped for.

And she plans to continue
this medication?

Yes, under private supervision.

Your Honor, after years of
struggling with mental illness,

Ms. Atwood has finally
found the right medication,

and has a real shot
at a normal life.

She's done her time.

TOMMY:
Dr.Heller...

as a board member
of Eastern Hills,

the pharmaceutical company
that manufactures SYLAD,

what can you tell us
about the drug?

A year simply isn't enough time

to determine
long-term behavior.

The body chemistry
can adapt, and patients

should be monitored
for at least three years.

I believe that releasing
Ms. Atwood too soon

could have disastrous results.

This is, after all,
a woman who killed someone.

Objection.
That was never proven.

Sustained.

So you believe she is not
ready to be released?

Perhaps after another year
or two of observation,

but no, not yet.

JUDGE RUSSO:
Since Ms. Atwood's
stability

seems to lie so heavily
with the efficacy of this drug,

what I needed most
was reassurance

from a pharmacologist.

I'm afraid I didn't hear that.

I'm denying
Ms. Atwood's release

pending further
observation.

We have one more
possible option, okay?

Okay, witnesses said
they heard a woman scream

just a few minutes
after 8:00 p.m.,

right after the cellist
stopped playing

and the guests were told
dinner was being served.

They ran outside
and found Hannah

standing over the body
holding a paving stone.

Yeah, but here's
the thing.

Hannah remembers the
music they were playing--

Bach's first
"Cello Suite"--

which means she was
inside the house

when he was killed,
not outside.

Tough to prove.
A paving stone--
that's a...?

A brick or a slab
used for a driveway or patio.

Right, gardener's daughter.

Landscaper's daughter.

When was Carl killed?

Coroner's report says
blood coagulation

shows the victim was
dead for about an hour

before they arrived
on the scene at 8:15.

MARTINA:
Okay, so Carl
was killed

sometime between 7:00
and 7:30, give or take,

but Hannah says
she didn't get there

till just a few minutes
after 8:00.

Did you say the guy who claimed
that he saw someone

leave early through the
back gate died six years ago?

Unfortunately, yes.

RILEY:
The deck is
really stacked.

I don't think Donovan's
going to go for it.

We'll see.

He wants us in
the conference room in five.

This was part of discovery
11 years ago,

but we didn't go to trial,
so I never got to use it.

MAN:
Carl was your boyfriend?

Yes.
MARTINA:
Oh, my God.

Look at her.

MAN:
So you were angry with Carl

because he broke up
with you yesterday.

She never even thought
to ask for counsel.

You followed him to the gazebo,
Ms. Atwood?

I was at the gazebo.

You saw Carl,
and you hit him

over the head
with the brick.

Ms. Atwood.

Then you hit him.

Hit him.

She can't even
focus on them.

MAN:
You killed him

because-- I don't know--
you... you were mad at him.

I killed him.

They're leading her.

She doesn't have
the capacity to reason.

This was my big gun,

an obviously coerced
confession,

but weeks later, I still
couldn't get her to recant.

Well, she has the ability,
and she wants to recant now.

We should forge ahead,

try the actual
manslaughter case.

I'll present it to her.

I'll go with you.

Okay. Great.

Ken Kesey wrote One Flew
Over the Cuckoo's Nest

working in a
place like this.

Did you ever read that?

In college.
Rutgers, right?

Yeah.

Kesey never saw the movie.

HANNAH:
Hello, Ms. Garretti.

Hello. I'm Hannah.

Donovan Stark.

We've met before.

Oh. I'm afraid
I don't remember.

It was all a bit foggy
at the time.

Please.

Hannah, we've, uh,
got another option,

but it's risky.

We ask for a new trial
and make a new plea.

But we can't
underplay the risk.

Without our
involvement,

you'll most likely be released
in two years.

If we go to
trial and lose,

it could be three
or more in prison.

MARTINA:
We have a lot
against us, Hannah,

starting with the fact
that you confessed to murder.

I... I don't remember
even talking to the police.

Hannah, when
we first met

11 years ago,
you couldn't tell me your name.

Now I see a fully
lucid woman

who wants somebody
to listen to her.

And I want the chance
to make somebody listen.

But the decision

has to come from you.

I... I-I want out of here,

but it's more
than just getting out.

I don't want people

thinking I killed
someone I cared about.

I don't...
I don't want my mom

thinking that I'm a murderer,

because I didn't kill anyone.

You have to tell us, Hannah.

Tell us what you
want us to do.

I want my trial.

Then you got it.

You killed him.
You were mad at him.

I killed him.

Your Honor, we ask that
the confession be dismissed

due to obvious coercion.
Ms. Atwood has suffered

from the same disease
her whole life.

The confession is
hereby dismissed.

Further, we file
a motion to vacate

under the New York Statute
440.10(e),

which states the defendant,
by reason

of mental disease
or defect, was incapable...

Which applies only if
the circumstances have changed,

which they have not.
Judge Rymer...

Diseases can be
cured, Mr. Ligand,

and that confession
is garbage.

You got your trial,
Ms. Garretti.

All the resources,

all the money,

all the fancy black-shoe lawyers
in the world

won't change the facts
of the case.

She killed someone.

She says she didn't.

(laughs) She's got
to be the second,

maybe third defendant ever
to make that claim.

I've been in a
courtroom before.

I know.

It's a bigger arena
than the Trenton D.A., though.

Those big-money
clients of yours

expect big-money
results.

And losing
for a client twice,

that's hard
not to notice.

People talk.

Talking doesn't
bother me.

And I have no
intention of losing.

Nobody ever does.

Oh, something smells ripe.

Is that
orange chicken?

I could inhale
Chinese right now.

Starving.

We need to verify Hannah's alibi
that she was

inside the house
at the time of murder.

Riv's going to interview guests
from the party tomorrow.

You're going to ask people
to remember the ticktock

of a party from
ten years ago?

Good luck.
NOLAN:
This guy, Carl--

no enemies at the party

who could have been
gunning for him?

No.
RILEY: How about
party pictures?

Are you going to eat that?

No. Go ahead.

Really think people
would still

have pictures
ten years later?

You're not thinking
nearly private jet enough.

I guarantee
you they had

a professional photographer
cover that event.

Now, go home, Jersey girl.

CYNDI:
This just came for you.

New York District Attorney's
Office,

Tommy Ligand.
Hmm.

Making friends?

There's no way that
doesn't have meaning.

We're here!
GAVIN: Better than
that instant crap.

DARLENE: That is
the instant crap.

GAVIN:
About time, Albert.

Ooh.
For you,
my darling.

Mm-hmm.
Fancy-pants.

Aah!
Save some for
your nephews.

I'm a lumberjack.
I need my strength.

Yeah, you'd do well
working at a mill.

I'll get all my stuff
out of here eventually.

I promise.
Do it one by one
if you like.

Okay? All the more time
for me to see my baby.

Okay, Charlie's plunked down
in front of the TV.

Thanks so much
for watching him, Ma.

Oh, of course, of course.
I don't know why

teacher conference day means
that the kids get the day off.

Oh, please.
You know she loves having them.

Yes, I do. You working
on a new case, honey?

Uh, kind of, yeah.

Uh, looks like Tommy's
my opposing counsel.

Tommy Tommy?

The very one.

I like Tommy.

What, I don't like Tommy?

Albert, you don't
say that you like

your sister's ex-boyfriend.

I don't?
No.

You get on board
with hating him.

I don't hate Tommy.
He's a good guy.

And it was a long time ago,
okay?

Mmm, law school
wasn't that long ago.

All right,
all right, okay?

So we all excited to
meet Bon's new man?

Ain't exactly
our first rodeo.

Anything's better
than that stereo salesman.

The DEA ever end up
nabbing him?

BONNIE: Oh, really,
Mr. One And Done?

You ever even made eye contact

with a girl
who wasn't a stripper?

Not on purpose.

Okay, just don't
sabotage me.

Don't talk about wanting
kids; not too much

sports talk from you; and not a
lot of legal blah-blah from you.

Okay, yeah,
we'll just talk about puppies.

That's all that's left.
Right.

I'll walk you out.

What is it?

Listen.

At your work, can you ask Riv
to do one of those

background checks
on Bonnie's guy?

Mom, no.

I met him.
He seemed fine.

Well, seeming is a long way
from believing, sweetie.

And when you add the whole
Bonnie factor... please.

(sighs)

Just stop worrying, okay?

I got to get to work.

Bye.
Bye.

MARTINA: Hey, Riv.How's my
favorite private investigator?

RIV:
I'm at guest number 12.

We just went through

their indoor pool,
and now we just passed

the outdoor pool,
you know.

When the apocalypse happens,
you think these, uh,

Hearst Castle types will be
the first to go or the last?

No, they go to their own little
planet they've prepaid for.

(chuckling):
I want my own planet.

I got to prep Hannah.

Will you call me
if you find any bombshells

when interviewing the witnesses?

Okay.

And, Riv, can you, uh,

run a background check
on someone for me?

Who? Another D.A. witness?

This new guy my sister's seeing.

Ah.

What are you thinking?

Possible cannibal?

Very funny.

(laughing):
All right.

WOMAN:
The Atwoods were holding

a fund-raiser for
the MacManus Museum.

It turned into such
an awful night.

Mrs. Childs, you, uh...
you told the police

that, uh, Hannah was
upset that night, right?

Yes, but I don't
remember much.

It's been so long.

You might want to ask
Lorraine Beckett.

She tried to talk to her.
Beckett.

Do you, uh...
you have her number?

Hannah struggled with anxiety,

so it was no surprise
that she was so quiet.

But this time,
she seemed really withdrawn.

I tried to ask her questions
about her college courses,

but she said nothing.

She wouldn't even
look at me.

My window treatments
are being judged

even as we speak,
so I need to go.

One last question,
Ms. Beckett.

Did you see Hannah with her
boyfriend, Carl, at the party?

I don't remember.

Only time I saw Hannah

with Carl was when she was
standing over his body.

After we heard the screams
and went out back...

Yeah, but what did she
look like? What was going on?

It was a long time ago.
Yeah, but you said
you saw her

standing over
the body, right?

Did she have something
in her hand or...?

I heard she had a brick
or something.

You heard that,
but you didn't see it?

(sighs)

(car door closes)

Cute dog.

MARTINA:
Look, your testimony
is going to be critical

in winning this acquittal.

HANNAH:
I'm ready.

Okay.

Hannah, the D.A. is going
to come at you pretty hard.

Do you think you're
ready for that?

How hard?

Let me show you.

I'm the D.A.

Some witnesses say
you were agitated,
Ms. Atwood.

That your behavior changed
as the night went on.

Did something happen over the
course of the evening

to set you off?

No. It was a function like any
other my family had.

Okay, well,
do your other family functions

end like this?

Uh, no.

Tell me what you remember
of that night.

Uh, I remember talking
to the gallery owner

about the new Matisse

and having a glass
of white burgundy.

Okay, well, that was
at the beginning of the night.

What about later?

Did you talk to anyone

just before 8:00?
It was a party.

Of course I did.

Then what happened?

The music stopped,

they announced
that dinner was being served.

So, I looked around
for Carl,

and, um, I couldn't find him.

Go on.

I went into the garden,

and I thought I saw...
something.

Saw what?

The next thing I remember,

I was out by the gazebo,

I was pulling on my braids.

I was practically
yanking them out...

and my mom, my mom,

she was shaking me out
of a trance.

Seeing him like that,
it must have sent me into shock.

Seeing him? Carl?

Seeing Carl's body?

Uh, um...

You know,
police reports say

witnesses found you standing
over the body

with the murder
weapon in hand

moments before
you screamed!

No, no, I did not have
anything in my hand!

I did not. No!

I did not do this!
Okay, Hannah.

I didn't do this!
Okay, okay.

I did not do this.

It's okay,
it's okay.

It's okay. Shh.
It's okay. It's okay.

It's a desert flower.

Does it even need water?

Everything needs water.
Right?

Anyone ever
given you a cactus, Cyndi?

No. Only chocolates
and diamonds.

But I set that mandate
very early.

Tommy was sending a message.

You're prickly?

Something like that.

Donovan just asked for you.

You decide.

Oh.

Martina Garretti, I'd like you
to meet Judith Atwood.

This is Hannah's mother.

Ms. Atwood.

Nice to meet you.

How is she?

Hannah?

Given the circumstances,
very well.

Hmm.

Hope can be a cruel thing.

I went to see her
a lot at first.

It just got so hard.

They tell you your
child has done

these terrible
things.

You never lose your instinct
to love them.

It's a lot to reconcile.

Hannah's doing this to prove
she's not a murderer.

Your relationship,

that's what's driving her.

Hmm. I haven't seen her
in a year.

No one is judging you, Judith.

Really?

I want to help her,

to make this happen,

but I don't know what to do.

Do you have any photos
of that night?

The photography service
that covered it,

they went out of business.

We had some done, yes.

I never looked at them
when they came in.

I had no desire
to relive the night.

They might still
be in the house.

In the attic.

Your house in Connecticut?

No, the house here,
where the murder... happened.

Judith, it would be

a big help if we could see
those pictures.

Yes, okay.

I think I should go
and settle in.

(clears throat)
Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

Lisa, would you see
Ms. Atwood out, please?

Riv came up
empty with the
party guests.

You know, if you've

lost confidence in us winning
this, I'll understand.

I don't want to see
Hannah go to prison, either.

Go to the house,
get the pictures.

While you're there,

take a look at
the murder scene again.

If they broke up
the night before,

why did Carl go
to the party with her?

'Cause she didn't
want to go alone.

It was the exact type of
showy society thing

that she had a
hard time with.

He knew that,
so he went with her.

He was a nice guy.

Yeah, well, nice guys
finish dead, unfortunately.

Well, you're
still walking.

You don't know the
dark side, Garretti.
(scoffs)

Oh, hey, I ran into
your sister's man.

That guy's got
a rap sheet as long as my...

Well, let's just say arm.
Tell her to stay away.

Oh, my God.
Seriously?

No, he's clean.

Are you sure
you're Italian?

You're too easy.
(laughs)

Hannah says she walks
outside from the parlor

and sees the body...
here.

Ah, the parlor.

That's what we used
to call my living room, too.

Okay, you know,

her boyfriend breaks up
with her the night before,

I mean,
I can understand

her being depressed and
quiet in the party,

but going into
a rage and killing him?

Devil's advocate, all right?
She is mentally ill.

I don't know.

Maybe she saw her ex talking
to another girl,

and she went off.

What're you doing?

Hey, if you're thinking
about taking a swing at me,

I got ninja moves, baby.

You never see them coming.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You telling me
she just reaches down,

picks this up and kills him?

I can barely lift it.

Well, with his
back turned, maybe.

You're not helping.
I don't know.

Look, you said
Hannah claims

that she wasn't holding
the murder weapon, right?

And everyone I talked to
the other day

can't definitively say
that she was.

You know?

In court, you can knock down
their account easy.

You were a cop.

Ever know anyone to embellish
an eyewitness account

when the killer's in
the crosshairs?

And the back gate's
right there.

Easy for someone
to slip out of here.

JUDITH:
I found these photos.

MARTINA:
Oh, thank you.

Mrs. Atwood, the trial
starts next week.

Did you see anything?

I mean, did Hannah say
anything to you?

Kids are so secretive about
those things at that age.

Nothing seemed out
of the ordinary.

Something was.

Something happened
to make Hannah snap.

We'll, uh, we'll take
a look at these.

Okay, so we've I.D.'d
all the party guests

in the pictures
except... these two.

No, no, I Google Imaged
that guy.

He checks out.

So it's just them.

Is Mrs. Atwood
still around?

Maybe she knows.

I think we scared her off.

There's too much history
in these pictures.

What are you thinking?

Hannah doesn't
have braids.

Not in any of
these photographs.

What does that mean?

I'm not sure.

But she specifically
described herself

as having braids
that night.

HANNAH: I don't wear it
like that much anymore.

At all, really.

But that's how you
wore it that night?

Yes.

Hannah, you're not
wearing your hair in braids

in any of the pictures
from that night.

Something's wrong.

These pictures,
they must be doctored,

'cause that's how I wore it.

Your mother says you haven't
worn your hair in braids

since you were a little girl.

(Hannah gasps)

Hannah?

Hannah, what is it?

Why is this in here?

Do you know them?

Hannah, do you think
you know him?

He's supposed to be in Chicago.

He's supposed
to be in Chicago?

This man's supposed
to be in Chicago?

Hannah, how do you know him?

When I was a little,

he was a family friend.

(gasping anxiously)

Was he a family friend, that you
didn't like very much?

Hannah, did he abuse you?

I-I-I was nine when I...

I was nine years old.

For two years, he...

Why are you
showing me this?!

It's been 25 years!
I haven't seen him in 25 years!

He was at the party.

That's why he's
in the pictures.

No! No!

No! No!

Hannah, calm down.

Get these away!

Help! We need some help, please!

So the psychiatrist said
it was conflated memory?

Yes. It's when
two memories converge

and become one
tangled narrative.

RIV: This guy's name
is Jake Beckett.

He's divorced
from Lorraine Beckett,

one of the D.A.'s witnesses.

He's a hedge fund guy, spends
lots of time in Chicago.

MARTINA:
Hannah said she told Carl at the
beginning of their relationship

what Jake had done to her
as a child.

Look, we have
a new theory.

You want to hear it?

I don't have
a choice, do I?

NOLAN:
Uh, no, you don't.

DONOVAN:
I see.

All right,
wait for me in the car.

I'll be right down.

Okay, this'll just
take a minute.

Okay.

Okay, we're theorizing

when Beckett showed up
unexpectedly

at the party that night,

Carl confronted him
by the gazebo,

and Beckett killed him.

When they called
for dinner, Hannah

went out to look for Carl.

She then went into shock when
she saw he'd been killed.

After seeing Beckett,
and finding Carl dead,

she conflated the memory

and merged her
previous encounters

with this creep into one night.

MARTINA: That's why she
remembers herself with braids.

She wore them
when she was abused by him.

That's why
she remembers her mother

shaking her out of a stupor,
huddled in the corner.

'Cause that's how she behaved

after her abusive encounters
with him.

Hannah must not have told
her mother about the abuse.

That's a strong theory,

one that could make
the pieces fit.

Beckett is definitely not
in New York or Chicago.

The ex-wife is the key then.

So why are you standing here?

Everything hinges
on Lorraine Beckett.

She's the case.

You have to get to her
and you have to break her.

Why didn't you tell me
you had a husband, Ms. Beckett?

You didn't ask.

And I don't have a husband.

Not anymore.

And, no, I have no idea
where he is now,

so, if you will excuse me,

I have a luncheon with
my bridge club to go to.

MARTINA: Been a rough haul since
the divorce, Ms. Beckett--

two DUI's, a drop in finances--

you should hear what your
bridge friends said to us.

They have nothing better
to do than to gossip

about affairs and tax cheats

and other people's
kids screwing up.

Sounds like fun.

Can you get me
into the circle?

We gravitate to what we know,

and then we cling to it
for real life.

We uncovered
a child abuse allegation

against your husband,
eight years ago.

Was that the first time,
Ms. Beckett?

Or was is just
the last time

your were willing
to see it happen?

You divorced your husband
soon after that.

You know, the statute of
limitations for abuse

has run out on Hannah Atwood,
but not on this other victim.

We got him
on child abuse.

But that's not all we're
talking about, is it?

You know, I could walk down
the street,

and start knocking on
your neighbors' doors,

ask them about
your husband's inclinations.

I could go to the club and ask,
the tea parties...

or you could get
ahead of it.

'Cause I think you been
waiting 11 years for
someone to ask.

Hannah's suffered enough.

Jake is gone.

Tell me what happened
that night.

Another witness said
they saw someone leave early.

Was it your husband?

When we...

...got there th-that night, I...

I saw that poor girl.

She blanked out when she
saw him, and I knew...

I knew what he'd done to her.

And then, um...

later that night,
he came here and...

...he had spots of blood
on his shirt collar.

I knew that kid
was already dead.

Obviously, everyone did.

Jake had already left the party.

He left early.

I asked him directly about it
when he got back that night.

I asked him if...

he had killed that boy,

because Hannah
had told him what Jake did.

And what did your husband say?

He looked directly into my eyes
and he didn't say anything.

Not one word.

Ms. Beckett... that is called
an implied admission,

because any reasonable
person would deny it.

It's fully admissible.

Lorraine, where's
your husband now?

Somehow, some way,
you gotta help us get him.

I have a granddaughter...

she's eight months old.

He's been asking to see her
and, and we haven't let him.

I think it's time you do.

MAN (over P.A.): The white zone
is for immediate loading

and unloading only--
no parking.

Yeah, I'm Jake.

Linus Rorbacher--
alias Jake Beckett?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say will
be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

TOMMY: In light of the recent
arrest of Jake Beckett,

Your Honor, at this time,
the D.A. would like to drop

all charges
against Hannah Atwood.

JUDGE: The charges
are hereby dismissed.

The defendant is free to go.

You know, I have
a ridiculously overpriced

bottle of single malt
back at the office...

and on the occasion
we have a big coup,

I like to raise a glass
with the partners.

Love to have you join us.

I'm more of a beer girl.

Well, there's no reason
to behave like animals.

I would love to, but I have
a family commitment.

I think I'm gonna feel sorry
for tonight's main course.

A rain check?

Rain check.

Nice win.

Thank you.

TOMMY:
Garretti!

That's the second time
you guys have managed

to get her off without
going to trial.

Yeah, well, I can only
take credit for one of them.

Hey, anytime you get a W,
take all the credit you can get.

You're in shark-infested
waters now, Marty.

Wins are commodities.

Wins are people.

Right, right,
I keep forgetting,

being the soulless D.A.
that I am.

You're really good.
At defense.

Maybe even better
than prosecuting.

Thanks, Tommy.

Means a lot,
coming from you.

A cactus?

Really?

Can't decide
whether to water it?

I got a man,
he's at first appealing...

RICK: I got into insurance
by happenstance.

I took a seminar in Boise
about job stability.

I been to Boise before.

It's a great city.

I thought it smelled
like an armpit.

Great city.

Did Bonnie tell me you went
to school for poetry?

Poli-Sci.

Oh.
But, technically,

I did minor in poetry,
actually--

17th-century French poetry.

I have to get the dessert.

Say something
dirty in French.

That little Satan-spawned
miscreant

brought the most
stripper-looking stripper

he could find--
on purpose.

(sighs)

So...

He's a good height.

Come on, he's smart,

he's classy,
he's cultured...

DARLENE:
All good things.

For somebody else.

You know what?
I can't win with you guys.

DEB: Come on,
how many brunches

with Mr. Poetry
Insurance Man

before you want to get
a beer at a Giants game?

Rick doesn't like football.

Oh, my God.

I know.

Okay, look,
you need more danger.

Come on, I mean,
it's the first thing

that Garretti girls
require, right?

Oh, what, like Dad?

Anyone else want
to jam a fork in their ears

whenever that Rex guy talks?

Okay, the guy's
a good man.

He's just
not Bonnie's man.

That's right.

But... he is a guest
in our home,

and guests get dessert.

I'm not promising
to stay sober.

Where'd the cactus
come from?

I didn't want it
at the office.

Gift from Tommy.

His way of sending
a message.

That last year
of law school,

when it looked like I was gonna
have to take a year off

'cause of the tuition hike...

Yeah.

Tommy offered me a loan.

Wait... he drove that
piece of crap car,

and he had money to loan?

I said no.

He said I was determined
to show everybody

that I was capable of
sustaining myself.

Just like a cactus.

That's funny.

Hey, at least
you can pick 'em.

I can't make heads
or tails of men.

Bon, come on.

You, you make their heads and
tails spin round and round.

I just think with, uh,
Rick, you overcorrected.

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