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Can you draft up a motion
to compel on Peters?

Documents?
JIMMY: Yeah.

LINDSAY: Bobby, you ready?
Ready?

To go to the printers
for the invitations?

Oh, God, I completely forgot.
I got the Strauss depo at 10:00.

Discovery's over on Peters?
But we still don't have
the medicals.

ELLENOR: Strauss?
That jerk?
You promised.

That client. I'm sorry.

You should move for sanctions--
You scheduled this
depo intentionally.

I didn't. At least try.

Can you at least look?

Parchment with black ink
or white with embossing?
Yes on sanctions, Bobby?

Uh, yes.
The embossing is nice.

I didn't ask you.

Bobby, you're gonna be late.
Here's Strauss's address.

Bobby?
Uh, white
with the gold border.

That wasn't
one of the choices.
You asked my opinion.

Doesn't mean
she wanted it.
White with the gold.

He didn't even look.

They never
give you sanctions.

You ever get sanctions?

(alarm chirps)

Here's the keys.
That ain't gonna do it.

Here's a wallet.
That ain't gonna
do it, either.

(groans)

Maybe you didn't
see the gun, huh?

Take my watch,
ATM card, whatever--

whatever you want.

I want you, Bobby Donnell.

I came for you.

(music playing)

Over there.

Look, pal,
I don't know what you want--

Sit down.

Sit your ass down!

Do me a favor, too, okay?

Don't call me pal.

I want you to call me
Mr. Rooney. Okay?

Ain't that what the judge
called me, huh?

Mr. Rooney?

Right before he dumped my ass
in the hole for 12 years?

Rooney?
Yeah.

Rooney.

Patrick Rooney.

Your old client.

When?

1988. Braintree.

Double homicide.

I didn't think
you'd remember.

I got you a deal,
didn't I?

Yeah. You got rid of me.

That's what you did.
What are you
talking about?

Shut up!

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Rooney.

What-- You had a trial.

Some trial. You were
really good there, too.

You sat there.
You heard the evidence.

You said yourself
the jury was going to convict.

I didn't force you
to take any deal.

What are you talking about?

You told me
it was that or life!

So I did 12 years for killings
that I didn't do.

It's judgment day now, Bob.

Now you're on trial.

I really hope I ordered
enough invitations.

Two hundred and fifty.

Lindsay, it's a wedding,
not a Celtics game.

I really don't think
you should rush her.

Excuse me?

If you're not here
to be helpful...

You know,
maybe you should pretend

like you have
another customer.

Aren't you the witch.

How many came
to your wedding?

I'm not married.

Big surprise.

That's weird.

Hey, has anyone
seen Bobby?

He hasn't shown up yet
for the deposition.

Well, maybe he got caught
in traffic.

He left
over an hour ago,

and he was only going
to Medford.

You want to tell me
what your problem is or what?

You're my problem.

That much I gather.

Maybe you could be
more specific.

It would be poor judgment
for you to get smug right now.

All right, look.

I'm sorry if you felt
you didn't get a fair shake.

It happens sometimes.
It's not a perfect system.

I got news for you.
It wasn't the system.

It was you.

You may want
to think that, but--

Hey, I just wanted
to take the stand

and tell my side
of the story,

but you--
you wouldn't let me.

I did that to protect you.
To protect me?

Yes. You had a list
of priors.

Doesn't mean
I killed anyone.

You take the stand,
the priors come in.

I wasn't on trial
for my priors!

That wouldn't have mattered
to the jury.

They just would've
concluded that--

The jury should have
heard me say

that I didn't kill anybody!

Instead, I sat there
with my mouth shut

on your advice.

And they made
their own conclusions,

didn't they, counsel?

You know
what really bothers me?

You know what's really
been eating at me?

You.

You never even asked to hear
my side of the story.

You didn't even want
to listen.

There's a reason
for that.

Whatever you tell me
as a client, I'm stuck with it.

If I know you're about
to lie on the stand,

I have a duty to go
to the judge and tell him.

It's better
in some situations

for the lawyer
not to hear what happened.

Assuming that I
would be lying,

which I wasn't.

I was gonna tell the truth,

but you refused
to believe me.

Okay, Patrick.

Okay.

Tell me the story.

I stayed in the car
that night.

Mickey went inside.

I had no idea what he
was gonna do.

I only drove him
to his ex's

because he said he had to
get some things back from her.

He told me he was
going to talk to her,

it would just take
a few minutes, so I waited.

(gunshots)
All of a sudden
I heard shots going off.

I didn't even know Mickey
had a piece on him that night.

But you ran.
I freaked!

I turned around, I seen Mickey
come out covered in blood.

I couldn't have
any part of that,
so I took off, okay?

Even if that were true,
we had no way of proving it.

Mickey didn't live
long enough to back you.

Because the police
killed him.

As I recall,
they found your jacket

next to the bodies with
the mother's blood all over it.

Mickey borrowed my coat!

I'm telling you,
I stayed in the car!

Okay, okay, Patrick,
I believe you.

I believe you.

Uhh! (groans)

Don't play with me!
You never believed me!

(cell phone ringing)

REBECCA: Bobby?

Bobby, are you there?

Bobby?

Bobby?

Bobby.

EUGENE: What?

I think he answered,
but then it went dead.

It probably
didn't go through.

No, no.
Somebody answered.

All right.

This is wrong.

It's not
"Mr. and Mrs. Robert Donnell."

It's supposed to read
"Ms. Lindsay Dole

and Mr. Robert Donnell"
on the envelopes.

Hmm.
what?

You're sublimating.
I'm what?

You're taking it out
on the envelopes.
It's very common.

Things will go a lot smoother
with your second marriage.

I heat my pool
on repeat business.

People actually
come back to you?

You're hurtful.

And you wonder why you can't
latch on to a husband.

(cell phone rings)

Is that you or me?
Drug dealers.

Got it. Yeah?

No, I haven't heard
from him.

Did you try
his cell phone?

That's strange.
Okay, I'm on my way.

What is it?
Bobby never showed up
at his deposition,

and no one's
heard from him.

You're breathing
pretty heavy, counsel.

What's the matter,
you scared?

Isn't that what you want?

I'd just hate to see
this gun go off by accident.

That would be ironic,
wouldn't it?

See, I'm having a hard time
living with your mistake,

and you certainly
couldn't live with mine.

Patrick, however
angry you are,

you're free now.
You're out.

Why throw that all away?

Hey, it was all
thrown away the day

that you were assigned
to me.

Fine. So now what,
you're going to kill me

and go back to prison?
Your life will be over.

Let me tell you
something, Bobby!

The only thing that's
kept me going is hate.

Knowing that if I just
stuck it out,

that I would get
the chance to have this
very moment right here.

That's the only thing
I've had to cling to
for the past 12 years.

Now, that might not seem
like much to most people,

but for me,
to have the chance
to kill you...

If that were it,
you would have done it.

Oh, it'll happen.

But first you're gonna
face the facts,

the facts
that could have cleared me,

the facts that you ignored.

And then I'll kill you.

Nobody at all?
He's about 6'1",
dark brown hair...

Maybe a guy
with a head injury,
an amnesia thing.

Yes, Donnell
is the last name.

Yeah, sure,
I'll hold again.

Nothing from Mass General.
Ditto at Tufts New England.

And they're still saying
his cell phone is out of range
or not turned on.

Any news?
Nothing.

He hasn't shown up
at a hospital.

You call the police?
Not yet.
Why not?

Lindsay, I'm on it.
Get McGuire.
I'll talk to him.

LUCY: Excuse me
one second, okay?

Lindsay, I'm on the phone with
Bobby's credit card company.

They're saying something
about him buying
electronics equipment--

DVD player, wide-screen TV.

Hello, this is Lindsay Dole.
I'm Mr. Donnell's fiancee.

Is the person using
Mr. Donnell's credit card

still at the electronics store?

Then get them
to hold him.

What do you mean you can't?
He's got his card--

Look, this is Helen Gamble

of the Suffolk County
District Attorney's office.

I need you to talk
to your manager.

Tell him to have security
hold the man until the police--

I don't care
what your policy is.

Do what I say,
or I will charge you

with obstruction
of justice.

Give me the number
of the store.

You know,
I can still remember

the first time you came
to see me in the lockup.

You walked in real sharp.

I figured, "Great. Some big
Harvard-type attorney.

No problem."

Did you go to Harvard, Bobby?

Hey! I asked you a question.

I went to Suffolk.
Suffolk?

That's a racetrack.
What the hell
do you want from me?

I've been sitting here
for three hours--

You son of a bitch!
I'd kill you right now

if I wasn't...

What?
If you weren't what?

You just shut up.

Just shut your face
and sit there!

You'll see what.

I told you, I told you,
and I told you.

I lifted the cards
from the guy's wallet.

It was just laying there.
Lying where?

Is this some kind of trick?
I already said!

Then tell us again,
Mr. Franco.

In the parking structure
on the ground, second level.

And you didn't
roll the guy?

You never saw
Mr. Donnell at all?

Come on, Detective.

You got my record
right there in front of you.

I boost and fence.

Sometimes I kite
a few checks,

but I don't break heads.

I just took
the guy's cards.

You don't live here,
do you?

Yeah, I do.

Having trouble
walking lately?

That's my grandfather's.

Does he know
what you're doing here?

No. He died the week
before I got out of jail.

Were you two close?

Are we bonding now?

(clattering)

You stay right there.

I got nothing to lose.

(groans)

Nothing.

Don't be jumping
to any conclusions.

This can be
very misleading.

Helen, we've been
to crime scenes before.

You sure you want
to be here?

I can take you back
to the office.

No. I'll be all right.

HELEN: What do you got?
MCGUIRE: Not much.

Carjacking?
Possible, but most
of those guys

total the vehicle
before they kick it back.

And looking at the blood
on the hood--

I know, but I want the facts
before I go there.

We'll do a typing.

Mike.
Hey, Eugene. Lindsay.

Do you have
any witnesses?

We're talking
to people now,

but I want to be
realistic.

Meaning what exactly?

They're not big
on neighborhood watch

in this part of town.

Most of the guys down here,
they see a uniform,

they think it's coming
for them.

Do what you have to do
to get answers.

I'll look the other way
if I have to.

PATRICK: Sit right there.

What's going on, Patrick?
Who is he?

You want to know
who he is?

Tell him who you are.
Please, I don't know
what this is all about.

Tell him!

Seymour Sternbach.
Look, if I did something--

That's enough.

I don't get it, Patrick.
What's going on?

Seymour Sternbach.

What, that doesn't ring
any bells to you, counsel?

This is
my exculpatory witness.

Your what?

The man
who could have cleared me!

The man that you said
you couldn't find.

The man that I found

three days
after I got out of prison!

The man you never
even bothered to look for.

Kidnapped?
Yeah, that's what
they think.

By who?
They haven't figured
that part out yet.

Random, or do they think
he was the target?

I don't know.
Could be either.

They really just don't know
very much.

Kidnapped?

So, what, they expect us
to get a ransom call?

Kidnapped for money?

I don't know.

I swear,
I don't remember.

You're lying.
You remember!
I don't!

You were there, Seymour.

In a car driving by?
Who would remember?

I remember.

We talked that night.

Yeah, you and me,
we spoke.

You were looking
for a parking space,

and I flagged you down.

You looking for a parking spot?
I told you
I'd just be a minute.

Yeah. You leaving?
I was only waiting
for my buddy.

Yeah, in about five minutes.
And then we talked
about your red mustang.

Nice car, man.
1970.

That's nice, man.
Then you saw
another space open up,

Thanks anyway.
So you took that one instead.

Look, who's going to remember
a two-minute conversation

over a parking space
12 years ago?

It was all over the news!

The very next day,
a double homicide

right where you were,
and you're gonna

sit here and tell me
that you don't remember?

I don't. Uhh!

Patrick!
Don't lie to me!

Don't you lie to me!
Patrick, you're gonna
kill him!

Tell the truth!
Tell the truth!

(screaming) All right!

Tell him.

I was there.

You remember
talking to him?

Yes.

The night of the murder?

Why didn't you
come forward?

I was...

look, I'm a married man.
I met a girl.

If I'd come forward,
things would've--
Hey, hey.

I did 12 years.

You let me do 12 years because
you were cheating on your wife?

Hey, for all I know,
you could've killed
those people after we talked.

Patrick!

And you--
you should have found him.

Even if we had found him,
he doesn't get you off at all.

Yes, he does!
No, he just confirms
you were at the scene

ready to drive the getaway car.
That's all the jury needs--

Only if I knew!
I told you I had no idea

what the hell
Mickey was gonna do.

Even so!
Intent, counsel.

Intent. Look it up.

I did.

Mens reus.

If I didn't know
what he was gonna do--

But you helped him
get away!

He never got in the car!

Still, it was only
your word!

Why would I
flag a guy down

if I was there
to commit a crime?

Never thought about that,
did you, counsel?

See that look
on your face?

That's the look
of a guilty man.

What about previous threats?

Did Bobby have any recent
run-ins with clients

or witnesses
that might have a vendetta?

We usually win.

No threats? No client
you've screwed over?

What? I didn't screw
anybody over.

We may have a break--
EUGENE: What?

A match on the prints
from Bobby's car.

Name's Rooney.
Patrick Kevin Rooney.

Patrick Rooney--
I think we had a client

with that name,
but that was
a long time ago.

Makes sense. He just finished
12 years at Cedar Junction.

A manslaughter deal--
I remember it

'cause I had
just started working here.
I think he's from Southie.

We're going over
his full history now,

but we'll need
whatever you still have.

Okay.

Okay, maybe I should
have found him.

You screwed up.

You screwed up.

And if I did?

It's too late
to change the past.

You want me to try
to get the record expunged?

Hey, you know
what got expunged?

12 years of my life.

Enough about the 12 years.

I've heard about the 12 years.

What about the ten years
before that,

when you were out committing
aggravated assault

and knocking off liquor stores?
The ten years before that!

That's the reason I didn't
put you in the witness chair,

the ten years before that.

Was the reason that you
assumed that I was guilty.

Maybe it was, and I'm
to blame, but so are you.

Who you were
went into my thinking.

What you were.

You have to take some kind
of responsibility for that.

(knock on door)

You sit tight.
Don't try anything cute.

Hey.

Okay, you got
five minutes.

Why don't you
come inside?

I'm serious, Patrick.

I told you on the phone,
I've got nothing else to say.

I know. I got
to show you something.

What the--

Hey.
No, no, no.

Patrick!

Listen, I'm sorry,
but I can't let you leave.

Patrick...

Come on. Come on.

Oh, my God.

Come on, Suzie.
Patrick, no.

Come on. Sit down.

Right here.

Patrick, please.

Sit. Sit down.

Listen. Hey.

Look, I didn't want you
to see me like this
the first time.

But I don't have
any choice now.

What are you
talking about?

I had to make you see.

Because of them,
I lost you.

I lost everything.
What?

They'll tell you
I was innocent.

You tell her
what happened.

He's-- he's innocent.

Patrick,
why are you doing this?

Suzie, please, I'm not gonna
hurt you. I promise.

I just-- I just--
stay right here, okay?

Relax, okay?

I'm gonna get you
something to drink.

I'll get you some tonic,
all right? You want chips?

You've got two men
at gunpoint,

and you're
offering me chips?

Come on, Patrick.
Leave her out of this.

Leave her out of it?

Leave her out of this?

She is the reason
you're here right now,

and she is the only reason
that you're still alive.

You understand me?

It has to be here.

Nice filing system
you had, Bec.

You know, I don't see
any dates on these folders.

LINDSAY: Keep looking.
What exactly
are we looking for again?

Court docs, work product,
a list of personal contacts,

anybody or anything
that can help us.

We're gonna be here
all night.

I don't know why we're so
shocked this happened.
The people we have as clients?

EUGENE: All right, Ellenor.
No, I'm serious, Eugene.

Clients always blame their
lawyers, even in civil cases.

Our clients are murderers
half the time going in.

The bigger surprise is that
this doesn't happen more often.

I don't think
she needed to hear that.

I am sure he is okay.

You can't
be sure of that.

I mean,
who are we kidding?

If this
was a revenge thing,

the likelihood is he's dead.

We both know it.
We don't know anything.

This doesn't fit
any sort of typical--

We haven't
heard from him.

I mean, this Rooney guy?

I mean, why would
he be taking him hostage?

We both know
the statistics, Helen,

and the longer
he's missing...

We'll find him.
(breath shaking)

I-I don't-- I don't--
I don't know if I can
handle this, Helen.

We'll find him.
REBECCA: Got it!

Rooney had us send a copy
of his appellate papers

to his grandfather,
Seamus Rooney.

The address
is right there.

All right,
let's call McGuire.

I have two cars in the area now
and two backups on their way.

No one makes a move until
we get there. Understood?

Helen, I'm going with you.

EUGENE: We're all going.
(elevator dings)

Let's just go.

You want a drink, Suzie?

(chuckles) I got it.

I thought you knew.

Who was I kidding, huh?

Twelve years, you don't
come to see me once.

I should have
figured it out, huh?

I loved you, Patrick.

What kind of a future
did I have with you?

Especially after...

You got kids?

Two.

Pictures?

Yeah.

That's Jake.

He's seven.

And, um, that's Johnnie.

He's three.

PATRICK: They're beautiful.

I wish you could have
stuck by me.

Helped me
through the trial.

We've known each other,
what, since seventh grade?

You don't even come
see me at the trial.

BOBBY: She was a character
witness, Patrick.

Her testimony
wasn't important.

Hey, it was
important to me.

She knew me.

I thought if I could
make anyone understand,
it would have been you.

Now look at her.

We were gonna
get married.

Now she's afraid
to even sit down

and have
a conversation with me.

(dry chuckle)

This could have
been my life.

McGUIRE (over megaphone):
Patrick Rooney, this is
the Boston PD.

(gunshots)
(indistinct shouting)

No one will get hurt
if you do as we say.

(sirens approaching)

Hey, I got
people in here!

It's him-- Rooney.

Let's talk
this out, Patrick.

Tell me what's going on.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

We're all right.

How many are you?

Three.

Hey, hold it right there!

I said get back!

I'm not armed, Patrick.

See?

You heard me.
Get back!

McGUIRE: Come on, Patrick.
I want to help you.

Tell me what you want.
We'll work it out.

Talk to him.
You shut up.

It's not too late
to end this all peacefully.

Patrick, you can--
you can get out of this.

Tell him
you want an offer.

What are you
talking about? No.

Talk deal,
and we'll consider!

Bobby.
A deal!

Give us something
to work with!

You speaking for Rooney?

No!
Yes!

No!

Let's get
the snipers in place.

(sirens wailing)
(helicopter circling)

FEMALE REPORTER: It's still
unclear as to when the hostages
were abducted.

Our sources say
it began in the morning.

We do know that the suspect's
name is Patrick Kevin Rooney,

released just three days ago
from Cedar Junction

after serving 12 years
for a double homicide.

One of the hostages
is Robert Donnell,
the attorney of record

who handled Mr. Rooney's
murder trial 12 years ago.

Yeah, mishandled
is more like it.

Patrick, you got to decide
what you want to do here.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to make a deal,
huh, Bobby?

You want me to make a deal so
you can go on with your life?

No.
Not this time. No deals.

Can't you see the man's
trying to help you, Patrick?

Or what, you want to die here
in your grandfather's house?

Real nice for his memory.

(helicopter whirring)

(indistinct radio chatter)

You had a clean shot there.
Why didn't you take it?

We try to negotiate first
before shooting them.

Yeah, but how long--
Helen, please.

This isn't good. The guy
isn't even making any demands.

Which means?
Which means
he hasn't got a plan,

which means he's probably
out of control.

They should just
take him out.

Well, let's hope
they can.

(panting)

This wasn't supposed
to happen, not like this.

McGUIRE: Patrick,
are you listening to me?

Come out now, and we'll work
something out. I promise.

He promised.
Shut up, you.

Patrick, your mission here,
as I understand it,

was to show me and Suzie
that you didn't do the crime.

To convince me I screwed up
by not believing you,

and finding this witness.
You've done all this!

That was only half
of my mission.

The other half
was to kill you.

Then do it!

And get it over with!
(gun cocks)

Fine!
SEYMOUR: Don't antagonize him,
for God's sake.

In which case the police will
be charging in to shoot you!

Stop it!

There is a way out.
Let me talk to them.

If I can get you out of this,
Patrick, let me try.

Let me try.

No.

(inhales) No.

SUZIE: You don't want
to die here, Patrick.

You can't want to die.

Patrick?

All right.

Let's go.

You stay where
I can see you.
You hear me?

(door opens)

(overlapping chatter)

McGUIRE: Hold up,
everybody, hold up!

Hold up!

We're ready to talk.

All right, Bobby.
Go to the phone.

Not you, Mike.

Someone who can make good.

(telephone rings)

Everyone goes free

in exchange
for charges dropped.

Bobby.
Helen, that's the way
it's got to be.

Can he hear us?

No. That's the offer.

All right, tell him--
tell him to send out
the hostages,

and we will drop
all charges.

That won't work.
You got to do better
than that.

All right, all right, we'll
keep the parole violation.

Suspended sentence.
Whatever.

You're not listening.
He's not doing time.

We agree to no time,
or there's no deal.

The guy's got a gun.
He's about to shoot me.

Okay, uh, I'm just
going to keep talking

so it looks like
we're responding.

Lindsay's doing okay.

We're all taking care of her.
Bobby, we'll get you out.

That's the only deal
we're making.

(hangs up)

Okay, here's the offer.

They won't file
on kidnapping, assault,

or false imprisonment,

but the parole violation
stands.

No.

Patrick,
this is on the news.

They can't just tell the public
they let you walk free.

I have Helen Gamble's word
she'll agree

to a suspended sentence
on the parole violation,

so in essence,
you will be walking free.

No judge is gonna
sign off on that.

The judge will go along
if we can show

you were wrongly convicted.
We'll need you for that.

Fine.

You can get out
of all this, Patrick.

All of it.

It's not too late.

It's not too late.
No.

No, I want
your life ruined.

I want your life ruined
just like you ruined mine.

Patrick, you want the world

to know that you're not
a murderer.

I won't go back
to prison?

No.

You leave last.

We're told the police
have established dialogue

with the suspect,
and an arrangement

may have been made
to release the hostages.

What is happening?

I'm not sure.

(door opens)

Who's he?

I have no idea.

(men shouting)

All right, Suzie.

Bye.

I didn't do it.

I know, Patrick.

I know.

(crying) I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I'll meet
your kids someday, huh?

Go ahead.

Get out of here.

You okay?

You got a girl?

Engaged.

She's out there.

Scared to death.

She's special, huh?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry. I should
have found that witness.

I'm sorry.

You talked about
the ten years before.

My priors.

The last two,
I was clean.

I was getting
my life together.

Maybe I could have been
a lawyer or something.

Who knows?

MAN (on TV): Would any
deal hold up?

It really wouldn't matter
what the DA was offering
in terms of a plea.

They could, in effect,
promise the suspect
anything under the sun

and then vitiate the deal
on grounds of duress.

What does vitiate mean?

What the hell
does vitiate mean?

(TV continues, indistinct)

There's no deal,
is there?

You've screwed me again.

The DA--
she agreed, so--

Is there a deal or not?

There's a deal.

Bobby. Bobby!

McGUIRE:
Get her out of here!

REPORTER: We can't tell
exactly what's going on,

but we just heard the sound
of gunfire from within the house

where the gunman
is still holding

Bobby Donnell,
the Boston attorney.

Sierra one,
if you can get a shot.

Patrick?

Patrick, if you could
hear me...

Dial the number.

(phone beeps)

Patrick,
pick up the phone.

Let's talk. I need you
to answer the phone.

Anybody does anything,
and he dies.

Patrick--
Shut up.

(Bobby groans)
You hear me?

McGUIRE: What do you want?

I want you to send in
the district attorney!

And only her!

Patrick, we can't.

I know she's out there!
Send her in!

You got a shot?

MAN: Barely.

Patrick, release Mr. Donnell,

and we'll send in
the DA.

No. No way.

Patrick, please!

You send her in right now,
or he dies!

If you release
Mr. Donnell--

He dies on the count
of three.

Do you understand me?

Let me go.
Not a chance.

One!
Patrick!

Two!

Take him.

(gunshot, echoing)
(gasps)

Oh, my God.

ANGELA: One single
gunshot wound to the head,

Mr. Rooney went down
immediately.

The hostage, Robert Donnell,
was unhurt.

Patrick Kevin Rooney was
pronounced dead on the scene.

Police homicide detective
Mike McGuire

spoke later
about the incident.

I did screw up his case.

Bobby...
I was right out
of school.

Taking three assignments
at a clip,

seventeen hours a day,
trying to scratch.

I trusted the DAs then.

If they told me the guy
was guilty, I believed them.

I probably did push
that deal on him

without even bothering
to track down the witness.

Took one look
at his rap sheet and...

...prejudged him.

And I doubt--

I doubt
it was the only time.

I thought I'd lost you.

The whole time, all I could
see was your face.

It's over.

Your face.

All I can see now...

...is his.

(music playing)

You stinker!