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opening up a shingle
with Harry A. Korn...
Whoa.

You do not work with me.
We share an office space.

Hey, Harry. Cassie Reynolds.
It'’s a pleasure to be here.

You got a personal life,
get rid of it. I own you now.

Hey, Harry.
Ollie Richard.

What do you want, Ollie?

I represent Eric Sanders.Did you say Eric Sanders,

the guy who killed
his wife?
Is there more?

Supposedly, there'’s a
journal entry where he talks

about killing his wife.

"How joyous it would be
to creep up from behind

and smash her head
like a melon." Great.

I was framed.
There are countless people

who hated my wife,

who had access to my home
and my journals.

Since you'’re an ex-DA,
you can also serve

as our liaison
with the prosecutor.

Who is that anyway?

Uh, Roseanna Remmick.

Did you say Roseanna Remmick?

Hosanna Roseanna?

You must have
another agenda here.

Unless you'’re a dope.

Are you a dope, Harry?

Don'’t say you
can'’t win this!

Now, why don'’t you
just tell her?

Isn'’t the idea
to bring her up to speed?

Just tell her!

We need to get your dad
out of lockup.

You actually believe
he could be innocent?

Shut up and let me
argue my motion.

All right. $10 million bond,
$2 million cash.

We'’re adjourned.[gavel slams]

This woman is a problem.

I want her removed.

Harry Korn?What'’s going on?

Please stand and put
your hands behind your back.

What the hell
is going on here?You'’re under arrest

for jury tampering.Do not talk, Harry.

This is all her.
Who?

Hosanna. Who else?

She'’s trying to discredit me
with the judge and jury.

I will meet you
at the station.Me, too.

Yeah, but in the meantime,

you deliver a message
to Ms. Remmick.

Harry, be quiet.

What the hell is going on?

What'’s going on is she had me
arrested for jury nullification.

She hauled me into court
in handcuffs.

I lost half a day trying
to get it kicked.

Jury nullification is not
a defense; it'’s tampering.

Ms. Korn has stooped
to it repeatedly.You had her arrested

because she mopped your ass
in court.

I don'’t appreciate
the vulgarity, Mr. Richard.

Wait. You actually
had her arrested?

The suspect
has routinely

mocked the law, prevailing on

juries'’ sympathies to free

underprivileged
criminals.

It'’s cynical, it'’s
indecent, it'’s tampering,

and it'’s illegal.

Look, they got the
matter dismissed.

Why all the hoo-ha?

Dismissed after you poisoned me
with the jury pool.

Oh, please. If I
wanted to do that,

I'’d have busted you
for smoking pot.

You'’re a spiteful,
pathetic bitch.

And you'’re a fat
little troll.

All right. Ms. Remmick,

I'’m not happy.

Any more of this nonsense
and it'’ll be you in handcuffs,

do you understand me?Of course, Your Honor.

I do apologize.
I'’m simply trying

to be a good steward of the
criminal justice system

and safeguard it against those
who might exploit it.

We'’ll see you all in court.

I was one second away
from decking her.

I'’m not kidding.
I'’m not kidding.

Harry, it'’s what she does,
it'’s part of her M.O.

She tries to rattle the defense
counsel, get you to lose focus.

I want to kill her.

Huh, sounds pretty
focused to me.

Come on, Harry, stop it.
We don'’t have time for this.

I don'’t care what the rest
of you are working on.

Until this trial is over,
this will be your priority.

We'’re on a
mission now.

You hear me?
What have you got?

VINNIE:
Okay.

Her. The maid.

Fired by the victim ten days
before she was murdered.

She was verbally
abused by the victim,

she was live-in,
knew the keypad code,

and here'’s the best part:
she doesn'’t have an alibi.

I say our best shot
is to say she did it,

that woman right there.

There was a lot of blood
in that bathroom, not a hint

that any of it was tracked
in the rest of the house.

She'’s a cleaner by trade, Slick.

Take it outside?

Harry, if we say
housekeeper,

the issue for
the jury then

becomes housekeeper
versus husband.

That'’s not a choice
that we want to give them.

There'’s way more evidence
against our client.

Well, we have to
implicate somebody.

Wrong.

Take it outside?

It'’s possible

this was an accident.

She bangs her head on the tub,
she tries to get up,

she slips, she falls,
she bangs her head again,

she'’s half-conscious,
every time she tries to get up,

she falls again--
bang, bang, bang.

I'’ve got an M.E. that says
it'’s plausible.

There'’s your reasonable doubt.

Okay, wise guy,
look at this.

This is called
castoff spatter.

You don'’t get castoff
spatter from falling down.

I'’ve got a dozen experts
to testify otherwise.

Oh, experts.

Juries hate experts.
Who is this pinhead?

All right, take it outside.
Take it outside?

Why don'’t you go outside,
I'’ll meet you there.

Hey, Ollie, would you please
stop saying that?

CASSIE: What'’s going on?
Why is everyone

suddenly acting
like two-year-olds?

Because we'’re in the toilet.

We'’re four days before trial
and we'’ve got no defense.

Whoa.

Let'’s all just take a breath.

The burden is on the
prosecution here, not us.

They have no witness
and no murder weapon.

Add to that,
a victim with a lot of enemies.

Cassie, in case you forgot,

the entry in the journal was
the blueprint for the murder.

Yes, and someone could have
read it and framed him.

Guys, if we don'’t
keep our heads,

we are in the toilet.

Okay.

You talk to this housekeeper,

find out what she'’s about.

Adam, you take
the children.

We need at least one of them

to stand up for our client.

For my money,

Bethany is
the best shot.

Ollie...
Harry.

What?

Um, Eric just called.

He didn'’t sound good.

Something about being in
a bathroom. I don'’t know.

I couldn'’t
make it out.

He was crying, and
then he just hung up.

Oh, God.

Her bathroom--
it hasn'’t been cleaned yet.

There'’s a lot of the blood
on the floor and the walls.

Excuse me?

That bathroom in the slideshow?

That still looks like that?

Yeah. I had it preserved
in case we wanted to do

some more forensics,
maybe have the jury view it.

Which we probably

wouldn'’t... do.

OLIVER:
Eric.

You need to get up.

I can'’t feel my legs.

Eric, this isn'’t a good place
for you to be right now.

I just wanted to see.

I shouldn'’t have come in here.

You need to get up now.
Take my hand.

This was a monster
who did this.

I could be wrong, Harry,

but if you'’re
really nauseous,

I'’m not sure Scotch
is the answer.

I'’ve been in a room
with death before...

...but never murder.

Certainly not one like that.

May I make a suggestion?

Let me take over.

Tommy.
The thing is,

it'’s not just that I happen
to be good at it,

but murder trials--

they leave horrible

scar tissue on the attorneys.

Nobody talks about that, but
it'’s an ugly, ugly business.

Let'’s face it, as good
as I am, I'’m also a lunk.

You, on the
other hand,

you are the most fantastic
of ladies.

It would be awful

for any of you to be
scar-tissued over.

That was a really nice
thing to say.

A law professor
once told me--

sounds crazy, but I believe
it with all my tiny heart--

lawyers in murder trials,

they'’re dead
if they don'’t dance.

I beg your pardon?

Never mind
the client,

but everybody connected
to homicides,

the witnesses
and so forth,

not the best mankind
has to offer.

If you dance, on occasion,

it'’s tenderness,
it'’s friendship, it'’s song.

The things in life
that most enrich us.

It can sort of refill
the humanity tank.

You should do it
once or twice.

I'’m telling you.

You'’re a very strange dude.

I really am.

Hey, boys.
Be with you in one.

Have a seat.

There'’s gum on the table
if you want some.

Just don'’t chew it
right now, please.

Okay.

How we all doing?

You all set on your end?

Feeling good?

We think the case
is solid.
Good, good.

That'’s how we want to feel
going in,

that the case is solid,
it'’s tight,

and we'’re prepared.

Trials are won or lost
on preparation,

wouldn'’t you agree, Detectives?

We do.

Nothing worse than a loose end.

Loose ends drive me
a little nuts.

Do they drive
you nuts?

They drive me nuts.

You want to hear
something funny?

My husband and I have
a terrific sex life.

That'’s not the funny
part, that'’s great.

I mean, how many couples
after 15 years of marriage

still like to copulate?
How '’bout you guys?

You still copulating
with your wives okay?

Fine.
Sometimes.

Good. Good.

Little thing about me is--
and this is the funny part...

when I get distracted,

I can'’t,

you know.

And I find loose ends
very distracting.

I haven'’t had an orgasm
in over eight weeks

because you hacks
can'’t find the murder weapon.

Now, here we have a suspect

who bludgeons his wife
to death in the house,

never leaves
the house,

the weapon is clearly still

on the grounds
somewhere,

and the entire Cincinnati
Police Department can'’t find it.

How can that be?

Do you think
it'’s fair that

I'’m denied gratification
with my husband

because of your incompetence?

Do you?

No.
No, ma'’am.

No.

WOMAN:
I did not like her.

I did not kill her,
but I did not like her.

I'’m told she was
verbally abusive to you.

Is that true?

She was a very harsh person.

Cold.

I'’m glad I was fired.

And why were you fired?

I never made her happy.

In seven years,
she never once told me

that I was doing a good job.

It became oppressive.

I-I think...

I was specifically fired because
she didn'’t like

the way I made her bed that day.

She didn'’t like
the way you made her bed?

There was a dead rat
between the sheets.

I'’m sorry.
There was a dead rat in her bed?

I wanted to get fired.

If I quit,
I wouldn'’t get severance.

[sets pen down]

You put a dead rat in her bed
so you would get severance?

She was not a nice person.

I do not

mourn for her,

but I did not kill her.

What do you mean,
she put a rat in the bed?I mean a rat, a dead rat.

She put it in the bed
so she would get fired.

She told you this?

Yes, and her demeanor suggested
psychosis to me.

Maybe Vinnie was right.

Maybe we should saddle her up
as the real killer,

and just ride her.Too risky, it could backfire.

Adam, she put a rat
in the woman'’s bed.

That doesn'’t make her a killer!
And if we accuse her

and she'’s cleared,
we'’re done.

We'’re done now.No, we'’re not.

Harry, they don'’t
have a murder weapon.

Well, we don'’t have anything.Yes, we do.

We have a psycho maid
and a dead rat.

Look, I'’m the first one to say
"just argue the elements,"

but we may have
an opportunity here.

We have a nut-job with no alibi.

She could at least give us
reasonable doubt.

[elevator doors open]

Okay, Adam.
This is important.

And don'’t try to kiss her.

Thank you for
agreeing to see me.

I don'’t know what you could
possibly expect from me.

I'’m not sure we have any
expectations at all.

What I'’d like is for you to
testify on your father'’s behalf.

And say exactly what?

The father you know...

would he be capable of a
vicious murder like this?

Perhaps not, but nor did I think
him capable of writing

such depraved material
in his journal.

A lot of people write depraved
things in their diaries;

they don'’t actually act on them.

Are you serious?

Did you see the pictures
of my mother'’s head?

This was slightly acted on.

But maybe by somebody else
who read the journal.

Could you talk to me

a little bit about your
relationship with your dad?

It was fine.

He showed up for dinners,

taught me to ride a bike,
was at all my graduations.

Did all the dad stuff,
passing grade.

You seem pretty pissed off.

You should talk
to my therapist.

Or the one before that,
or the one before that,

or the one before that.

Okay, this is the deal:

As of right now, we have nobody
else to go to bat for him.

Your mother is dead, and unless
we can get your help,

your father is dead, too.

He'’ll be convicted,
and likely executed

within three years.That isn'’t fair.

You want to consider unfair?
Suppose he'’s innocent.

Look, I know how it seems.

But I'’m a pretty good study of
people, Harry'’s a great one.

We really don'’t

think your dad did this.

In fact, if I know Harry,
she wouldn'’t

have taken this case
if she didn'’t know

in her gut
that he was innocent.

Somebody else

killed your mother.

[sighs]

Whether I turned her,
I don'’t know,

but she is sympathetic
to her father.

My sense is, she at least wants
to believe he'’s innocent.

Okay. Anybody know Ellen Sanders

tore up her will two weeks
before her death?

Excuse me?I just got off the phone
with her estate lawyer.

She was pissed off at
everybody--

Eric, the kids, all of them--
so she just tore it up.

She died intestate.Doesn'’t really give us anything.

If somebody dies intestate,

everything still goes to
the husband and the children.

I read that will, by the way.

The only beneficiaries to lose
out are charitable foundations.

I doubt they'’d kill her,
except maybe PETA.What was she so mad about

that caused her to rip up
the will, do we know?

[elevator bell dings]

Tommy Jefferson,
how we doing today?

HARRY:
Never mind, Tommy.

Eric, my office.

If Mom ripped up the will,

maybe they thought they were
being cut out.

This could be a motive.
Ollie, let'’s go.

I do apologize for last night. I
should never have gone in there.

We need to get you
out of that house.No, I'’m fine.

I'’ll never step foot in that
bathroom again, trust me.

Eric, you need to be
composed at trial.

It'’s possible we may
ask you to testify.

If you'’re an emotional wreck...

I'’m fine.
Eric...

In the event we do
need you to testify,

we need to work on your
personality skills.

The plan is to bring in a
psychologist to work with you,

somebody who specializes in body
language and so forth.

We want you to take
a polygraph, too.

No, I thought they
weren'’t admissible.

They aren'’t,
unless both sides agree.

Roseanna Remmick likes them.

What we do is we get you
to take a practice one.

Assuming you pass, we move
to have a court-ordered one

admitted into evidence.

Oh.

Is there a reason you wouldn'’t
want to take a polygraph, Eric?

I don'’t think I killed my wife.

You don'’t think you did?

Look, I-I had taken
the sleeping pill.

Sometimes in the past,
I-I'’ve woken up,

gone to the kitchen,
eaten food...

with no memory
of it the next day.

One time I even got into my car
and drove two miles

from my house,
and woke up in a ditch.

I-I... I don'’t know.

We were fighting.

I went to bed.

Next thing I remember,
I'’m in her bathroom

and she'’s lying there dead.

I-I can'’t imagine
that I would...

I'’m not a violent person.

I'’ve never so much as struck
her, or anyone.

So what now?I have no idea.

And you know what the
worst part is?

I don'’t even know
what to believe.

Usually I get a bead on people.
I either trust them or I don'’t.

But this is worse, not
knowing which end is up.

Well, the truth is, it really
doesn'’t matter what we believe.

It matters to me.

Plus now, I can'’t even call him
to the stand.

We can'’t put him up there to say
"I don'’t think I killed her."

I spoke to three of the
children. They all seemed

credible, pretty much confirmed
what we know: Mom was harsh;

Dad was distant; they couldn'’t
imagine he killed her,

but the journal has them
convinced.

So... this is how
the other half lives.

What do you want?Cassie, Cassie,

my dear little Cassie.
Never figured you

to play for the other team.

You enjoying it so far?

I am, Hosanna.
You'’re sweet to ask.

Oh, there'’s Ollie with his
jacket off.

He loves to show off
his shoulders.

Still doing the P90X, Ollie?

Ick.What do you want, Roe?

Do you have an office where we
can talk privately?

Okay. Let'’s have it.

I, uh, will concede that this
possibly was not premeditated,

possibly, although
I do believe it was.

But I'’m here to offer
Murder Two.

This would allow your little
skull-mulcher

to avoid the death penalty.

She'’s nervous.

She wouldn'’t miss out
on a lethal injection

if she thought she could
get it. This is a woman

who brings popcorn
and candy to executions.

You'’re disgusting.

Why Murder Two all of a sudden?

Because that'’s
probably what it was.

He lost his head and he caused
his wife to lose hers.

Let'’s just get there.
You'’ll save a client'’s life.

We'’ll get a murderer off
the street for life.

Really, what'’s to argue about?

If there'’s anything I can be
sure to distrust,

it'’s you being conciliatory.

Fine, turn it down.

You might want to run it by
your client, though.

It is his life.

You'’re disgusting.

What the hell was that?

That'’s her with
no murder weapon.

She would not have
offered that, Harry,

if she thought she could win it,
I know her.

Maybe there'’s something
else she knows.

Something that helps us.

Let'’s get Vinnie in here.

Something tells me
we'’re back in the game.

Don'’t ask me how

or why, but...
we are still in the hunt.

Okay, okay.
This is what I got

and it could be big.

Allegedly, a delivery guy
overheard her talking

on the phone, breaking up with
some kind of lover or something.

The wife?Yes, the wife; who do you
think I'’m talking about?

This was like a month before she
got whacked.

Did you talk to this
delivery guy personally?

Personally, no. Truth be told,
the guy wouldn'’t say dick to me.

I only know what I know '’cause
he shot his mouth off at work.

Ollie, maybe you should
chase this down; this
could be important.

Where the hell is Adam?He'’s off to see James,

the eldest son--
supposedly, the weird one.

I love both my parents.

Could you describe your
relationship with them?

Why, it was wonderful.

I loved my mother,
I love my father.

They'’re my parents.

They'’re wonderful people.

I understand
that your mother

recently disinherited
all of you.

That was odd, wasn'’t it?

Do you know why
she would do that?

Why, no. Do you?

The police have you listed as
maybe a witness for the State.

Do you know why?

Why, no. Do you?

James, no offense, but

if the police have you on their
witness list, they must think

you have information
that could help them.

You know, I think you'’re right.

I wonder what it could be.

James is a loon. He'’s bipolar,
or at least he wants to be.

It'’s cool to be that
now, did you know this?

Used to be hip
to be bilingual,

then it was bisexual,
now it'’s... bipolar.

A quarter of a million
dollars in therapists,

and the broad consensus was he'’s
a loon, which I already knew.

Could he be a violent loon?

I never saw that.

I really don'’t think so.

Okay.

Let'’s turn to your wife'’s
possible affair.

I never saw any hint
of that, either.

But if it'’s true, it'’d have
to be with someone at work.

That'’s where she was
all the time.

So you thought.

You never got a signal?No.

But we weren'’t the most
communicative couple.

Her best friend was also
her boss, Corinne Waters.

Also an
unrelenting gossip.

So, if there was any affair,
Corinne would know.

Okay.

Now, let'’s turn
to the DA'’s offer.

No.

That'’s a no.
Eric.

No, I'’m not pleading
to Murder Two, Harry.

But by your own admission,
that'’s what it could'’ve been.

No, no, I said I couldn'’t know
because of the sleeping pill.

But I refuse to admit...

Listen, I can understand

the psychological benefits
of denial.

But this plea
would save your life.

You think that would

save me, Harry?

The only salvation

for me is knowing
I could not have done this.

You need to keep going.

You need to find
the real murderer!

Was a monster who did this!

The prayer I
need answered...

...is that it'’s not me.

Sometimes, I am
so convinced he did it.

And the next...

My opinion?

Why not.He'’s blocked it out.

He had some
disassociative break.

I think there'’s
something big;

we just don'’t know
what it is yet.

In order for Roseanna Remmick
to offer Murder Two--

with the death penalty comes
automatic appeals,

subsequent investigations.
She wants to put this to bed

before we find out
whatever it is she knows.

Or she just knows
we got a wacky housekeeper

with motive and no alibi.

No, I think
it'’s more than that.

I can feel it.

Roseanna Remmick
doesn'’t make deals.

In order for her
to just come here...

Oh, no.

I'’m almost afraid to ask.

The police are at his house.

[siren whoops]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[tires screech]

Hold on.

Hold on yourself;
we'’re his lawyers.

They just showed up.

They'’re ransacking the place.

What the hell?Here'’s our warrant.

Why now?

What'’s new?

Nothing'’s new.

We found him
on the scene that night.

We remain convinced
he had to have

disposed of the weapon here.

Thought we'’d have another look.

"Thought we'’d have
another look."

This has got you-know-who'’s
paw prints all over it.

Got a problem?

Yeah, I did.

I was wondering
whose balls were

in Roseanna'’s
pocket. Now I know.

HARRY:
Ollie.

Are you okay?I'’m fine.

You didn'’t say anything
to these people, did you?

Of course not,
I simply called the two of you.

OFFICER:
Detectives!

Where?There was a panel
above the bathroom

accessing a crawl space.

We found it
about 12 feet in.

...did you see?

Well, the cops came,

and then there was a
bunch of patrol cars...

What did he
have to say?

I didn'’t talk to him.

We just left.

You should make
a statement, Harry.

It'’s obviously too late
to get ahead of this,

but I wouldn'’t let Hosanna

completely control
the narrative.

Media'’s just not my thing.

Understood,
but it'’s his.

Whose?

Don'’t be ridiculous.

We can script him.
Let'’s face it, he gets play.

The press are drawn to the guy
like moths to a flame.

Because he always says something
outrageous, if not absurd.

Harry, we'’re getting
a little desperate here.

The press is going to have
a field day with this.

I'’m sorry, I hate to
bear bad tidings--

most of my tidings
are uncommonly good--

but we just got this

from the Clerk'’s office.

It'’s a notice to amend
the exhibit list.

Well, that didn'’t take long.

She'’s moved
to include the crowbar.

Just got off the phone
with Audrey Nixon

down at police
evidence.

The weapon
was clean--

no blood, no prints, nothing.

Okay, then we have to move
to oppose. They have no evidence

to connect it to the
crime-- and nobody in

this camp should be
referring to it as a weapon.

I'’ll take this alone.

My office.

I'’m going to Skype him.

I want your take.

Where'’s Oliver?

He'’s chasing down
that delivery guy.

MAN:
I ain'’t talking to you.

Yes, you are.
No, I'’m not.

Yes, you are.

See ya.

You need to talk
to me, Marcus.

You may have information
connected to a murder.

Well, I don'’t, dick-meat,
so get the hell out of here.

I'’m sorry,
what'’d you say?
What, are you
gonna beat me up?

Is that an invitation?
'’Cause I'’d be

more than happy
to go there.

Go ahead, hit me.
I could use the money.

You talk to the
police, Marcus?

Why don'’t you ask them.Oh, I will, I will.

Right now I'’m asking you.

Unless you want me to speak
with your boss and further

complicate your life,
I'’d answer my questions.

I'’ll answer your questions

for $1 million.

Excuse me?You heard me.

I read about your client;
he'’s got the dough.

You want my help, $1 million.

Cash.

You have information
that could help my client?

Maybe I do, maybe I don'’t.

$1 million.

HARRY:
It'’s game over, Eric.

You need to tell me
everything now.

[over speakers]:
And no more bull.

Obviously, if this is
the murder weapon,

it was placed there
by whoever killed my wife.

That doesn'’t change
the fact it wasn'’t me.

You were looking at me like
a guilty man last night, Eric.

A guilty man
who finally got caught.

I was looking at you
like a beaten man, Harry.

I thought we

just lost the case.

I was perhaps measuring you
to see if I'’d also lost

the trust of my attorney.

Which it seems I have.

God, the guy is good.

Look, if you think I
did this, just say so.

I'’ll figure out where
to go from here.

You just don'’t give up,
do you?

Harry, we made a deal at the
top of this relationship:

I would not lie
to you, ever.

Let'’s not forget, you
gave me permission

to say I did it.

You even told me,
should I have a good lie,

you would help me
render it on the stand,

just don'’t lie to you.

And I haven'’t.

I honored that.

I never saw that crowbar before.

I never touched it,

which I think
forensics will show.

I never used it.

I did not put it there.

Whoever killed my wife did.

It'’s difficult
to believe you, Eric,

especially when
you can'’t even believe you.

By your own admission,
you can'’t be sure,

'’cause of the sleeping pill.

SANDERS:
In my heart, I never believed

I could even be
capable of...

My position has always
been that I was framed.

This does not negate that.

Geez, he knows we'’re watching.

My client'’s not quite there yet,

but I think I can get him

to consider your offer
of Murder Two.

Well, that'’s
very big of you.

I just wanted to confirm
that that'’s still on the table.

Ah.

Gee, actually it isn'’t,
come to think of it.

I'’ll tell you what is, though.

Boy, Ollie had me pegged.

About the popcorn
and the candy.

Executions give
me the munchies.

As a goodwill gesture,
I would like

to invite you to be my personal
guest as your boy goes...

[choking]

How did you get to be this way?

That'’s what I'’d like to know.

Will there be
anything else, Harry?

I hate to scoot you
out, but I'’ve got

a little matinee
scheduled with the hubby.

Dash along now.

Whoa, what are,
what are you doing?

Decompressing. Beat it.

Are you...?

That'’s a gateway drug.

Have you lost your mind?

In the process.

This trial is too overwhelming.

Roseanna Remmick...

Listen to me.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

And this is no time
to turn to a life of drugs.

You need to start playing dirty.

Not my style.

Trials aren'’t decided by style.

The prosecution
is playing dirty,

so you need to respond in kind.

You do what you have to
to save your client.

And if you'’re
too proud for that,

turn the matter over to me.

There is nothing I won'’t
or haven'’t stooped to.

You ready on your end?

Don'’t you worry
about me.

I'’ll handle the press.

You go into that courtroom now,
you get your hands dirty.

You ready?

She is now.

We need to find out

once and for all if this victim
was having an affair.

Did you talk to her boss?

Right after court.

You chase down that delivery guy
again and make him talk.

Dirty.

TOMMY:
Look, the reality is,

this case was never
really investigated,

and that'’s our point.

They locked down
on the husband,

and all their fact-gathering
was in pursuit

of that pre-drawn conclusion.

HARRY:
In the first place,

we don'’t know
that it'’s a weapon at all.

There'’s nothing
to connect it to the crime.

Construction workers
have been known to leave tools

in crawl spaces all the time.

You know, let me just stop you
before you embarrass yourself.

We know from the spatter
trajectory on the ceiling

that it was a longish weapon.

Over 24 inches.
So what?

There were no prints
on this thing.

Which in and of itself
is suspicious.

Do construction workers
not have fingerprints?

HARRY:
I know they wear gloves.

And while we'’re on the topic
of "suspicious,"

isn'’t it funny that for a year,
the police can'’t find a weapon,

and now, four days
before trial, presto?

We simply knew it had
to be there, so we looked again.

That pulls your logic chain?

A police officer crawls
up into the panel, and

lo and behold, he has
an alleged weapon.

How convenient.KIRKLAND:
Ms. Korn,

you are free to make all of
these arguments with the jury.

If the prosecution wants
to introduce this crowbar

as the murder weapon, that'’s
Ms. Remmick'’s prerogative.

I'’d like to exhume the body.

[loud murmuring of gallery]

I beg your pardon?

Certain evidence
has come to our attention,

and we think there may be
forensic evidence on the body

that will
positively identify

someone else as the killer.

What evidence exactly?

I can'’t say, Your Honor.

We would need to examine it.

REMMICK:
There have been three autopsies,

two conducted by the defense,

not to mention the fact
that their experts

have already picked
at this corpse like vultures.

Yeah, Ms. Korn, unless you can
give me an offer of proof,

I am not about
to exhume the body.

Your Honor, I think
a little latitude is in order.

After all, an innocent man'’s

life is on the line.

KIRKLAND:
Your request is denied.

The trial will begin on
Tuesday, as planned.

Unless we have
anything else?

We'’re adjourned.

[bangs gavel]

What new evidence?

Beats the hell out of me.

I knew he'’d deny the request.

Did I change
the narrative okay?

Stick to the script.

Take Eric out the back.

We'’ll meet you in the van.

Let'’s go. Oh, yeah.

Off the record?
[bleep] you.

Police want to solve cases,

DAs want convictions,
and victims want closure.

You got an easy target here.

Works for everybody, right?

Except for the innocent man.

Except... for justice.

TOMMY:
My God, I was fantastic!

First, I appreciate you
taking the time to talk to me.

Well, I haven'’t really agreed
to talk to you, Ms. Korn.

It depends a bit
on your inquiry.

All right, uh, well, we'’ve been
getting some information

that it'’s possible
that Mrs. Sanders

was having a relationship,
possibly with a co-worker.

I was wondering
if you knew anything about that.

That'’s why you'’re here?

To ask me if Ellen was
having an affair with somebody?

Was she, to your
knowledge?
Tell you what,
Ms. Korn.

I am going to answer
your question, but first,

I just want
to take a second to marvel

at your utter gall.

I mean, you have to know that
besides being a colleague,

Ellen was a very close
personal friend, and obviously,

your strategy, at least in part,
is to demonize her.

And the fact
that you would ask me

to assist in
that campaign,

this, after wanting
to dig her up... Wow.

Okay, now that my gall has been
sufficiently marveled at,

perhaps you'’d answer
my question.

Fine.

Even if she had wanted
to have an affair,

her ego never would have
allowed for it.

She'’s a woman who needed
to be able to look herself

and her children in
the eye every day.

And like her or not, and I did,

her integrity was
beyond reproach.

How'’s yours, by the way?

Said you were willing
to make a deal.

I said we'’d be willing
to talkabout a deal.

So let'’s talk.
$1 million.

Mr. Wilson, you seem
like a smart guy.Don'’t push it.

There'’s no way we can pay you
a million dollars.

Then I guess I don'’t have
any information.You know what we could do?

Bring it here.
What we could do

is go the police and tell them
you'’re trying to extort us.

You could, of course
that wouldn'’t help your client.

Would it? So, I guess you got
to decide what'’s more important.

Seeing me get arrested,

or helping Eric Sanders
avoid that death penalty.

May I?
Oh, that'’s okay, Tommy.

No, no. I think I might speak
Mr. Wilson'’s

language. Could you come in my
office a second, Mr. Wilson.

I think
we can work something out.

Please.

This isn'’t a good idea.

Got it covered.

Have a seat, my friend.

MARCUS:
I ain'’t your friend.

Please, have a seat.

You people are really beginning
to piss me off.

Marcus, we really need you
to do the right thing here.

A person'’s life is at stake.

Now, there'’s three ways
I generally go about

convincing people
to do the right thing.

One: I simply get their
conscience to guide them.

I can see
that might be a challenge here.

Two: I have them roughed up.

Not my favorite way to go.

Makes me feel like a bad person,
but hey, it works.

Or, Three: I seduce the guy'’s
sister, maybe his wife,

I get one of them
to convince him.

If he'’s without
siblings or a spouse,

I approach the mother,

which is a lot less fun,

unless she'’s one
of those older cougar types.

Tell me about your mom, Marcus.
She good-looking?

Please don'’t make me poke
your mother, Marcus.

Do you really think you'’re going
to intimidate me, SpongeBob?

Marcus.

Take a look around this office.

Tommy Jefferson
is a really big shot.

Look. Pictures with presidents.

Take a look at this.

University of Virginia
Law School.

He'’s a very proper lawyer.

You need to take him

more seriously.
[laughs]

You really do.

[Marcus grunts]

Are you out of your mind?

Relax, Harry.
I hit people all the time.

The bad ones never report me.
It'’s fine.

No, it isn'’t.Yes, it is.

No, it isn'’t!
Did you learn
anything?

Well, let'’s see. He confirmed
everything Vinnie said.

Overheard the victim
breaking up with a lover,

not her husband.

It'’s all recorded
on my iPhone 4, hi-def.

Oh. And there
was this.

He told all of the above to
Roseanna Remmick months ago.

That'’s prosecutorial misconduct.

That'’s grounds for dismissal
with prejudice.

I'’m not sure
that would be enough.

It'’s enough to try.

It'’s enough to win.

Harry, if the judge is pissed
enough, he is gonna slam her.

We got a whack
maid, loon son,

scorned lover,
and now pross misconduct.

These are real cards
we can play.

We'’re in this thing, Harry.
We are in it.

Oh, my God!That is why it'’s so
important to get an education.

Things you can do
with a diploma.

Am I right?Like Stallone in Rocky.

Yo, Adrian. Okay.

Oh, wait, wait, wait,
quiet. Quiet down.Tommy Jefferson...

It'’s huge.

If it'’s deemed exculpatory
evidence, and she concealed it,

judge could kick this case
right now.

What do you
mean, kick it?
The DA has

a duty to reveal
exculpatory evidence.

As legal ethics go,
it'’s a big one.

It'’s grounds
for dismissal with prejudice,

which means you'’d go free,
and they can'’t refile.

Are you serious?
Free? Just like that?

It'’s certainly not a given.

No judge wants
to free a murder suspect.

My bet is it probably
won'’t fly here.

But it doesn'’t mean
we can'’t use it.

At a minimum, it will help
predispose the judge

against the DA, which in
and of itself is significant.

The question
becomes how?

How best to use it,
how to play it.

Oh, I knew this bitch

was holding something back,
I just knew it.

What?! Having a little party,
and nobody Tweeted me?

What are you doing here?I came to talk.

Don'’t you have any assistants
to warn you

when the enemy has
landed, or are they all

just too busy selling shoes?

Two minutes?

You and me, in private, please.

Mr. Sanders, I'’ll thank you not
to whack me on the head as I go.

Okay. What?

Well, first of all,
congratulations.

You'’ve succeeded
in getting the press

to talk
about the imaginary evidence

on the victim'’s body.
Well done, Harry.

I consider it a small victory
when I get others

to sink to my level.

Roseanna, just get
to the point, would you?

I'’m here to call
a truce of sorts.

If you'’ve done your homework--
and I'’m sure you have--

I love the pretrial
gamesmanship.

I'’m all about
getting the upper

psychological hand
on my opponents.

But once the trial
actually begins,

we'’re officers of the court,
and I would hope

we could both conduct ourselves
as such.

You know, let the
evidence be the story now,

Harry, not you or me.

I assume we can agree on that?

Who the hell do you think
you'’re kidding?

You probably
came in here to plant

a bugging device, just like
you planted that crowbar,

so you can listen in
on our strategy.

I'’m gonna have this place swept
as soon as you leave,

and fumigated, too,
since you came in person.

Well.

It seems it'’s gotten personal.

I like that.

Good, '’cause it is personal.

It'’s now very personal.

And I have no intention
of calling any truce.

Well, then, I guess

there'’s really nothing left
to say, is there?

Except...

let the fun begin.

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