All language subtitles for Raising the Bar s02e10 to Do.eng

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The cop said we had to get off the bus.

"Officer."

Yeah, yeah.

Laurel, all we have is you.

Slump in the chair... guilty.
Roll your eyes... guilty.

"Cop"... guilty.

So it's about acting, not evidence.

Each side tells a story.

The jury believes one version over
the other. That's gonna be ours.

I was sitting in the back,
so I was one of the last off.

There was luggage already
out on the platform,

and people were starting to load
their bags under the bus again.

The defendant took possession of the
suitcase that the dog had identified,

and I asked her to accompany me to
the security office at the terminal.

It was the only black roll-
aboard still on the platform.

I didn't even look at it.

Where was your bag?

Must have been back on the bus,

after the real guy saw that he
was in trouble and switched bags.

In my experience with couriers, they
typically try to say it's the wrong bag.

"Smugglers" is the stronger word.

Smugglers will pack inappropriate
clothing to help their cover.

I didn't care if he opened
the bag. It wasn't mine.

- It was full of men's clothes.
- Plus the kilo of coke.

- She was hyperventilating.
- Mm-hmm.

Her hands were shaking. She
was scared. She was belligerent.

These are characteristic behaviors
typically associated with drug smugglers.

Is the D.A. gonna ask about my record?

The judge won't let her. Your
prior's completely unrelated.

If I hadn't been such a flake...

If I'd just been paying attention...

Um, Laurel, you know, I'm gonna bring you
a dress for court. What size are you?

Like 2.

And, um, here.

See how this fits.

I feel like Cinderella.

You just need that happy ending.

Eh, well, we can stuff the toe.

Okay.

"Making Up Is Hard to Do"

I'm out of options for Troy Gattis.

- And this is the...
- Repeat business. Yeah. A rob 2.

On the last pass, I got him into a
program, and he swears he stayed clean,

not that that matters.

- Except to him.
- Yeah, of course.

But on this case, he won't
plead, and I've got no defense.

So the trial's just
gonna be a slow guilty.

He was collared with the lady's
purse a block away from the atm.

She ID'd him in the photo array.
She ID'd him in the lineup.

- How bad was the injury?
- Oh, it was barely a sprained wrist.

It was just a push-and-grab.

- But with the prior.
- Yeah, it brings him up to 5 to 15.

- Marcus offered him 3 back when.
- That's decent.

You'd think, except that Troy
keeps saying it wasn't him,

and he's not gonna lie to
the court by pleading guilty.

- Can't figure it out.
- Maybe he's not guilty.

Like that's gonna help him?
His only hope is a plea, Roz.

Will you talk to him? I...
I can't get anywhere.

Okay.

'Cause, uh, he's waiting in lockup.

What, you mean now?

Please?

I like Jerry. He's been a real
friend to me, you know?

But you don't want to take his advice.

- I told him I didn't do it.
- He showed you the evidence against you, Troy.

You take that in front of a
jury, your case doesn't look good.

You got to understand, I
wasn't trying to hurt no lady.

I didn't know she was gonna fall down.

So that's why you don't want to plead.

That's not why.

Okay. Then why?

I told Jerry I didn't do it.

You just told me that you did.

Right.

What am I not getting here, Troy?

He always believed in me, right?

Which is much more I can say for
anybody else in my whole damn life.

- I let him down. That's what
I do. I let him down. - No, not at all.

He thought finding me this rehab was gonna turn me
around. That's what he said. The man worked hard.

But that pipe... it's got
a loud voice, man, and...

and once you hear it...

I... I need the cash.

That's what I'm gonna tell
him when I see his face?

Nah. I'd rather do the time.

You'd rather do 15 years instead of 3?

You think that that's
what Jerry would want?

- No.
- No.

So let me explain it to him.

- He's gonna be mad at me.
- No, he won't.

Using, stealing, hurting somebody,
lying to him all this time.

I'm mad at my own damn self.

Will you let me talk to him about it?

Troy.

Tell him I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

- Too late, my man. Too late.
- Please don't say that.

The offer expired a year and a half ago.

You know how it works. Early
dispo equals shorter sentence.

- You save me time, I save you time.
- Marcus, I screwed up!

- He screwed up.
- I wasn't listening hard enough.

When he lied to you and told you he was
innocent, like the rest of your clients?

I'm not negotiating. I'm begging.

The guy knocked down a citizen
and stole her purse to buy crack.

Three years was too good
when I offered it,

but at least it would have moved the case
off my desk. Now, a year and a half later,

after all the motions, all the
prep, right before trial? No.

But Troy would have taken the
offer if it weren't for me.

- You know the policy.
- He thinks he let me down.

- I let him down.
- No sale after the sell-by date.

Marcus, as a personal favor, please?

Can't you ask Balco for an exception?

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

Were you early?

Uh, no.

Did you order for me?

Ta-da!

Just right. Ugh. What a day.

It's about to get worse.

You are not gonna like
what I have to tell you.

- You're married.
- You know better.

Okay.

I'm ready. Lay it on me.

Okay.

I, um...

went over to property to pick up
the evidence in people v. Redson.

It's not all available yet.

- They lost my evidence?
- They didn't lose anything. They...

They misplaced the dope.

I can't try the case without the evidence!

Calm down. Look, I have already...
Rattled the cage for you.

- What does that even mean?
- It means

I applied pressure from the inside.

They'll find it. Don't worry.

By tomorrow, when we go to trial?

- You still have to pick a jury.
- Okay, without the evidence,

- I've got to drop the charges.
- Honey, you're overreacting.

All right? Evidence goes
missing all the time.

It's not like the property office
is computerized. It's all manual.

Now, with 400,000 evidence vouchers
a year, that's a lot of paper.

Things go missing.

Am I supposed to feel better?

I'll have the exhibit in time for trial.

Trust me.

I thought we agreed you were
never gonna use that line on me.

Man, you are cranky when you're hungry.

- You know, don't talk down to me.
- Trust me.

Do I have a choice?

Tim...

... I'm sorry.

Make me stay.

As promised, one kilo of cocaine.

- Thank god!
- You ready? Let's go.

- This was way too close.
- You like the adrenaline.

Not really.

Hey, Nick. You got a minute?

No.

It's never a minute with
you, Marcus. What?

If I wanted to reinstate an offer...

One bite of the apple is all we give,
unless your case fell apart.

- Is that what you're working
up the nerve to tell me? - No, but

I said I'd ask for an
exception, so I'm asking.

Who's on the other side?

Kellerman.

Shocked.

You're letting him work you.

- It's not like that, Nick.
- Because you're friends, sure.

Does he ever fold because you ask him?

If you needed to show me how
tough you are, would Kellerman

take a longer sentence for one
of his clients to help you out?

And by the way, as long as
we're having this conversation,

you do need to show
me what you're made of.

I'm just trying not to
waste our resources, Nick.

- Oh, here I thought you
were asking for a favor. - Little bit of both.

You know, if this case had
another lawyer across the aisle

who wasn't one of your buddies, you
wouldn't be wearing out my carpet right now.

But maybe you don't actually
believe in the plea policy.

- It works.
- What a resounding endorsement.

Are you sure you're
playing for the right team?

Not even funny, Nick.

Tell Kellerman you asked. I said no.

And make yourself some new friends.

Go for a better caliber.
I mean that in the nicest way.

Sergeant?

Sergeant is the black lab on the k-9 team

that was working the port
authority the day of the arrest.

Top in his class in all categories
when he graduated from the academy.

And how did sergeant react when the
cargo hold of the bus was opened?

He aggressively alerted
to a black roll-aboard.

- Can you describe his behavior?
- He immediately started sniffing the seams

and scratching and biting at the bag,
which indicated that he smelled narcotics.

What did you do next, detective?

I had sergeant's handler
remove him from sight

so nobody would get suspicious.

Then my partner had the porters remove
all the bags and line them up

on the platform while I boarded
the bus and told the passengers

they needed to reclaim their luggage

- as a safety precaution.
- Was Ms. Redson one of the passengers?

- Yes, she was.
- Which suitcase did she claim?

She walked straight for the black
roll-aboard, which sergeant had identified,

and started wheeling it back to the bus,

at which point we intercepted and
escorted her to the security office.

When you reached the security office,
did Ms. Redson give you permission

- to search her bag?
- Yes, she did.

And did you find narcotics in it?

At the bottom of the bag, there
was a hard rectangular package

wrapped in paper with a
scorpion stenciled on it.

The scorpion is a street term for cocaine,

and the crime lab confirmed
that the package

contained a shrink-wrapped
block of cocaine

weighing 1 kilo, or 2.2 pounds.

Can you estimate the street value
of that much cocaine, detective?

Approximately $150,000 after
it's been packaged for resale.

I'd like to show you people's
exhibit one for identification.

- Do you recognize it?
- Yeah,

that's the brick of cocaine
I vouchered after the arrest.

- How can you be sure?
- It's in the heat-sealed evidence bag

from the crime lab, and I see my
signature on the bottom of the invoice,

which shows the correct
case name and number.

Your Honor, I move to admit
people's exhibit one

for identification into evidence.

Excuse me. Your Honor, can I
take a look at the exhibit first?

May I challenge the admissibility,
Your Honor?

Understanding that I have a
limited supply of patience?

Noted, judge.

Start your engine.

Detective, evidence vouchers
come with six copies, correct?

Two white, one blue, one
yellow, one green, one pink.

- That's right.
- And the top white copy,

the original, is stapled to
the evidence bag?

You know the system.

But this is not the original voucher.

This is a photocopy, isn't it?

The top copy tore when I
was separating the pages

after I'd already filled
out the whole form,

so I made a copy off the second white.

- Why didn't you just attach the damaged page?
- It wasn't legible enough.

Then why didn't you start
over with another invoice?

Vouchers come preprinted in packs
of 25, so they're already numbered.

I'd have disrupted the chronology,

and, additionally, the copy matches all the
other copies, including yours, counselor.

I object to admitting the
exhibit into evidence.

Your Honor, since the people can't establish
chain of custody without the original voucher,

- if this evidence has been tampered with...
- Stop, please.

Other judges in this courthouse

may let you get away with speaking
objections in front of the jury,

- but we're in my courtroom now.
- I'd like a curative instruction,

- Your Honor. This was act...
- Did you just interrupt me?

I thought you'd finished, judge.

We'll finish in chambers.

These are

absolutely identical,

right down to the smudge mark.
Are you satisfied, Ms. Gilardi?

- No, your Honor.
- Well, I am, and I'm who counts,

so I'm going to overrule your objection.

Admit people's exhibit one for
identification

into evidence as people's exhibit one.

Don't gloat, Ms. Ernhardt.
It's not becoming.

No, your Honor.

Ms. Gilardi, I don't like
conspiracy theories.

I don't think Princess Diana
was murdered by the royal family,

I don't think they dissected
aliens in Roswell,

and I'm pretty damn sure that
the grassy knoll in Dallas...

...just a grassy knoll.

Are we clear, Ms. Gilardi?

No conspiracy theories. Got it.

After you, ladies.

Laurel, why were you going to Albany?

I wanted to visit Stony Point College.

I thought I might apply to
their culinary-arts program

before all this happened.

How long were you planning to stay?

Four nights. I had to be
back to work on Monday.

What did you pack for your trip?

Couple changes of clothes, a t-shirt to
sleep in, makeup and stuff... A toothbrush.

Did you pack a dirty pair of
men's size 36 work pants?

No.

Or a dirty pair of
men's extra-large boxers?

No.

Or

2.2 pounds of cocaine?

No.

Laurel, is this your black roll-aboard?

No. Mine was a little
bit bigger and newer.

Why did you walk away with this one?

It was the only black roll-
aboard still on the platform.

I assumed it was mine.

Laurel, did you tell the detective
that you had made an innocent mistake?

Yes, over and over.

All he had to do was stop the bus
and inspect the luggage again,

and he would have found my
bag with my clothes in it

with my college application with
my name on the envelope.

But they didn't stop the bus, did they?

No. They just let it drive off,
and I burst out crying.

You started crying because you knew
you'd just been caught with $150,000

worth of cocaine in your bag.

- It wasn't my bag.
- It was the bag you claimed and pulled toward the bus.

I should have looked closer. You're right.

Did you have a job at
the time, Ms. Redson?

- Three nights a week.
- Nights.

- What did you do?
- I tend bar.

- Did you graduate from high school?
- Yes.

Where?

I have my GED.

A general equivalency degree.
That's not a diploma, right?

Getting your GED is like graduating, but
it's harder. You have to be motivated.

- And you're a motivated woman.
- Yes.

Motivated enough to get on a bus
to Albany to apply to college

with a kilo of cocaine.

There was no coke in my bag.

2.2 pounds of solid cocaine found in
the bag that you identified as yours.

- I made a mistake.
- The bag you wheeled away,

the bag you packed with men's clothes

to give you a cover story in case you
got caught. Isn't that what happened?

- That's not what happened.
- Do you, uh, recognize this photo?

- Yeah. It's my mug shot.
- Would you say that this is a fair

and accurate representation of how
you appeared on your way to Albany?

No, it's how I looked after I was
arrested and searched and handcuffed

and booked on this bogus charge and
after I'd been crying for hours.

It's not how I looked when I got on the bus.

But this photo shows your usual hairstyle,

your usual makeup,

your usual face jewelry

when you're not cleaned up for court.

Objection, Your Honor.

Ms. Redson's styling choices are irrelevant to
why she mistakenly claimed the wrong roll-aboard.

You've already been given a tutorial about
these speaking objections, Ms. Gilardi.

No more. Overruled. Continue.

I move to admit people's exhibit
for identification six

into evidence as people's
exhibit six, Your Honor,

and I ask that it be
published to the jury.

Granted.

I hate this kind of case. I mean
there's nothing to hang a defense on.

"Wasn't me." "And we know this
because?" "Wasn't me."

- Does the client's story make sense?
- Totally.

- Is she pretty?
- Not to get sexist...

Just being pragmatic. Even in k-to-6,
cuter kids get the higher grades.

Does the jury want to believe her?

On account of her telling the truth?

There's telling, and then there's selling.

- I did repackage her a little.
- Smart.

Which Michelle actually used against
us. She introduced the mug shot.

- Ouch.
- It's so upside-down.

How do you prove you didn't do something?

When the other side's
supposed to prove that you did.

Well, at least the client's pretty.

- Oh, my god!
- It's just me.

- Oh, you freaked me out.
- Well,

you're a little tense.

The jury likes her.

What? I thought they liked me.

You're perfect.

But Redson tells a good story.

Well, the jury didn't see what I saw.

I was scanning the passengers, you know,

like, "who's it gonna be? Hard or easy?"

as soon as I spotted that chick,

I knew she'd be the one to grab the bag.

- You get her mug shot into evidence?
- Yes, I did.

Then they know she's lying.

I couldn't believe it was
the same person in court.

The PD has some skills.

You mean like how she
caught your voucher copy?

Well, the judge was never gonna kick
the evidence over a clerical error.

With six copies floating around,
there's no way to cheat the voucher.

Talk about a desperation move.

You got to relax.

- Do I?
- Mmm.

I am crazy.

That's two of us.

- Did you talk to Balco
about a plea for Troy? - No go, like I told you.

- How hard did you try?
- I shouldn't have asked at all.

- Meaning what? Why?
- I don't have a problem with the policy

Oh, you mean extorting guilty
pleas to lighten the caseload

and slamming the people who don't fold
fast enough for you? That policy?

Call it the incentive plan.

The only way to keep the production
line rolling is to penalize slowdowns.

- We're not making cars, Marcus!
- You wanted me to ask.

I asked.

"No" is my second favorite word!
All you had to do was say it!

How many ways did I try to tell you, huh?

- You weren't listening to me.
- You let me get my hopes up.

- I let you take advantage of me.
- Like you're some girl on a couch.

- Come on. Don't dramatize.
- I can't help you, Jerry.

What do you accomplish by hitting
a guy with 5 or 10 or 15 years?

Punishment!

- That's disproportionate.
- Yeah? Well, that's your fault.

Your guy's right. You let him down.

Come in.

Oh, a verdict already. People
know how to do their civic duty.

Well, not exactly yet, Your Honor. One of
the jurors asked me to bring you a note.

Tell the jury to suspend deliberation.

Yes, sir.

I was waiting for the
elevator after lunch,

and I saw the detective who
testified yesterday.

He was talking to another
man with a badge,

and I couldn't help hearing.

You were eavesdropping.

They were right next to me.
We got on the same elevator.

And he's an attractive man.

- What did you hear?
- He was saying

how it was wrong that the defendant's
record couldn't be introduced

and how the jury wasn't
getting the whole story.

Is this a direct quote, Ms. Goodman?

Pretty much.

And I was surprised she had a record,

because it makes a difference, doesn't it,

that she's already a criminal?

I can't act like I don't know.

Did you mention any of
this in the jury room?

No.

But Bill was on the elevator, too.

Bill?

Juror number three.

In the elevator?

After the lunch break.

No.

You didn't recognize
anyone in the elevator?

Just Ellen.

I... I think she's number seven.

Did you talk to her?

What would I say?

Did you overhear a conversation
about the case, sir?

In the elevator?

Yes.

N... no. Oh.

I'd taken out my hearing aid.

I'm still vain.

So am I, sir.

So am I.

Thank you.

Could you wait outside
for just a moment, please?

I move for a mistrial.

Why am I not surprised?

- Denied.
- The detective tainted the jury.

One juror. Don't exaggerate
the problem, counselor.

I'll replace juror seven
with an alternate.

That's it?

- That's it.
- A deliberate attempt to...

- Deliberate,Ms. Gilardi?
- To talk about the case in the presence of a...

Indiscreet. It's not catastrophic.

It could be construed as jury tampering.

Don't you think you should lose this case
before you formulate your appeal?

Alternate one becomes juror seven.
Deliberations will recommence.

Here she comes.

Michelle, you haven't met Joe. This
is Joe Tierney. Michelle Ernhardt.

I'm Tim's partner in crime.

Really?

Just a cop joke.

You wanted to talk to me?

- Later, man.
- All right. Later, Joe.

Good to meet you, counselor.

- What? You couldn't be nice?
- How much does he know?

- Honey, I would never do that to you.
- I wasn't referring to us.

- What is the matter with you?
- Not out here.

Like I'd be stupid enough to talk
about a case in front of jurors?

Or smart enough.

Farnsworth didn't declare a mistrial. He
just dumped one juror and kept the other.

- Which ones?
- Number seven's out.

What? The nail biter?

- So you knew who she was.
- From the courthouse, Michelle,

not from the elevator.
I was busy talking to Joe.

- About the case!
- Not your case.

- What?
- Not your defendant,

not in front of your jurors. We were
on our way to testify in part 12.

People v. Tucker. You can verify it.

You mentioned an inadmissible prior.

Do you really think I tried
to influence the jury?

'cause if you have any evidence,
you need to indict me.

No. I just...

It almost blew my case.

Honey, this is my case, too.

I am sorry.

Hey, I... I didn't know there
were jurors on the elevator.

Who was the other one?

Number three.

What? You only rember the women?

What? Now you're jealous?

No.

Hey. Are we done?

Are we okay?

Will the defendant please rise.

In the matter of the people of the
state of New York v. Laurel Redson,

on the count of criminal possession of a
controlled substance in the first degree,

how does the jury find?

We find the defendant guilty, Your Honor.

There's no way you didn't
hear those cops talking.

Big men, big voices, small spaces.
You're all hearing me, right?

Your fly's open.

Where's your hearing aid, sir?

You can't harass me like this.

Laurel's prior wasn't even drug related.

She threw bleach on a mink coat

as a protest to animal cruelty.

You heard every word the detective
said in the elevator, didn't you?

- I don't have to talk to you.
- And you believed him. I understand.

Look, I've been thanked for my service
and sent back to my life. I'm done here.

You can still tell the
judge. Please, Bill!

If you don't leave me alone,
I'll go to the judge about you.

Thanks.

- Hey, Marcus.
- Hey. Congrats.

Thanks.

Kurt in property?

It's ADA Michelle Ernhardt calling back.

What?

You found the evidence that
I requested, the narcotics?

Indictment 2654, people v. Redson?

So it...

It was misplaced.

No, actually. I don't
need it anymore. Thank you.

Whoa. What happened?

I'm about to go find out.

You will not give up!

The man has lost his mind.

Counselor, you should have
told me you were coming.

I'd have sharpened the knives.

The advantages of stealth, Nick.

- I need to talk to you.
- Why?

- I need a better plea for my client.
- Oh, you think small, Jerry.

Me, I need a house in the Hamptons
with a private beach and a helipad,

which is equally unrealistic, I know.

But the one thing we have
in common is our optimism.

So...make your pitch.

- Here?
- I believe in transparency.

- All right. My client, Troy Gattis...
- McGrath's trial. The rob 2.

- But it doesn't have to go to trial.
- What's on the table, Marcus?

Top count.

There's your answer. Thanks
for stopping by.

- Nick, I understand the office policy.
- How white of you.

- No offense intended, Marcus.
- None taken.

But this guy, my guy...

'caused such a devastating wrist injury,
the victim was forced to withdraw

from her annual mah-jongg tournament.

Talk about pain and suffering.

That was a year ago. How'd
she do this year, huh,

while Troy was in jail waiting
for his turn on the calendar?

Mercifully, the lady made a full recovery,
which doesn't lessen the crime.

I shouldn't have let him turn down
the plea. That was my fault.

I appreciate your candor.
Could I hear it again?

Well, thank him for us, but no.

If one of my ADAs tells you
it's top count or trial,

- there's no going around, up, or over.
- I understand that,

but this will be going back.

- So you want me to make an exception.
- Yes.

You know me better, don't you?

- Worth a shot.
- Waste of time.

Good play, McGrath. You held the line.

- He knows I'm here, right?
- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm sure he's on his way down.
- Can you call him again?

Please?

Ms. Ernhardt. What's up?

I need to talk to you.

Come on. I'll buy you a soda.

Diet?

Explain how the property office found
the evidence I'd already introduced.

I told you it'd turn up.

Twice?

- I need to know.
- Well...

it wasn't easy.

- You fabricated my evidence.
- No. I replicated it.

The voucher wasn't a
problem. I had the copy.

- And the story to support it.
- Yeah. Thinking ahead, right?

Though I got to say... That
was a bad moment on the stand,

but I knew I'd sold it.

- How about the kilo of coke?
- It wasn't coke.

No. I wrapped up a couple of paperbacks.
Nobody's gonna retest the contents.

Because that would have
been hard to explain.

You remember what I told
you? No guts, no glory.

Where did you find the scorpion print?

Copied it off the internet.
Are you impressed yet?

Occupied!

You made sure the jurors heard
you in the elevator, didn't you?

I wasn't gonna let you lose this case.

So you manufactured evidence
and you tampered with the jury?

Honey, Laurel Redson's a drug mule.

Oh, not now there isn't!

I thought you said you
couldn't break her down.

That wasn't a request for
obstruction of justice!

Hey, I guaranteed justice.

You just want to keep your tight
little skirt clean. Get real.

You know how often our team helps
your team out one way or the other?

I never know.

Oh. Deniability, yeah.

If you're so righteous, Michelle,

how come you didn't withdraw from the case

- since you're sleeping with your witness?
- Not anymore.

Fine.

Walk out the door, babe.

We got to roll, Tim.

All good?

No worries.

So that's that then, huh?

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm so sorry.

Hey, hey, hey. It's all on me, man.

I didn't have to be here.

But shoulda... coulda don't
matter, you know what I mean?

Hey, you ain't this brother's keeper.

So what happens now?

- If we go to trial...
- Bam. Guilty.

There's just a lot of
evidence against you, Troy.

- And the judge decides
how many years I get. - Yeah.

Or you can plead guilty to the indictment.

And the judge decides
how many years I get.

He might go lighter if
you don't ask for a trial.

All right.

All right.

Let's get it over with.

Okay.

I didn't mean to hurt nobody...

but I did.

You're not mad at me?

No.

Now you're gonna make me cry.

- I am the world's worst idiot!
- Don't flatter yourself.

There's a lot of competion for that title.

I'm sorry, Nick.

Okay, okay.

- Is it over with this prick?
- So over.

Always a silver lining.

What am I gonna do?

Let it ride.

Nothing you've told me
indicates factual innocence.

So what? I'm still exposed on appeal.

Jury tampering, phony
evidence, sex with the cop?

That would be bad, agreed.

But who's gonna know?

What if Gilardi turns on the charm
at the property clerk's office

or investigates the jury
or a juror needs to make amends

or this particular cop
brags in the wrong bar?

- You need to stop worrying so much.
- An appeal could bury me, Nick!

I'd lose my license! I...
I'd be unemployable!

You're never gonna rest easy, are you?

I'd be so ashamed.

Go fix your war paint,

and I'll make the calls.

- What are you gonna say?
- As little as I have to.

Go.

Your Honor, given the possible
perception of jury taint...

It's not my perception, Mr. Balco.

Understood, your Honor. But to
avoid any risk of reversal,

the people will not oppose a defense
motion to set aside the verdict.

- Are you making such
a motion, Ms. Gilardi? - Absolutely, your Honor.

In fact, given the conduct of the
arresting officer in the elevator,

I'd ask the court to dismiss
the indictment with prejudice.

Well, weigh in, Mr. Balco.

Whatever did or did not happen with the
jury is irrelevant to the validity

- of the charge against
the defendant, your Honor. - I agree.

So,

a do-over, counselors. Is
that what we're looking at?

Yes, your Honor.

You don't look happy, Ms. Gilardi.

I'm not, your Honor. My
client's still remanded.

She's already spent a year
and a half in custody.

- You want to make me happy?
- When did I say that?

Cut her loose pending retrial, your Honor.

As a lagniappe, Mr. Balco? Just a little
something extra to sweeten the deal?

A gesture of goodwill, judge.

Well, in that spirit of generosity,

I will grant the defense
motion to set aside the verdict,

and I'll release Ms. Redson
on her own recognizance.

You're welcome, Ms. Gilardi.

Lagniappe?

Cajun word for "baker's dozen."
You hear it all over New Orleans.

- Farnsworth's not from the south.
- Neither am I,

but I know that it means Gilardi
won't squawk about a trial date.

- I'm out, though?
- Oh, yes.

Oh, I can breathe again.

So, my good deeds for the
day... Let me count the ways...

Covering your shapely ass,

facilitating a fair trial
based on genuine evidence,

heard by an untainted jury,

argued by a prosecutor
free of any carnal conflict,

while simultaneously preserving our
relationship with New York's finest.

- And not so fine.
- I told you you were slumming.

I thought you were gonna fire me.

I should.

But I'd miss your gratitude.

Thank you, Nick.

And your respect.

Your admiration.

Your blouses.

Was that just an assault 3?

I'll, uh, buy us a round.

No need.

We're gonna talk to each
other again at some point.

Might as well get started.

You start.

Okay. This is hard.

I'm sorry.

I took a cheap shot at you.

Don't take this as precedent,

but you got your point
across about Troy Gattis.

You'll reinstate your offer? Three years?

No, but I will support your
request for the minimum.

- Five.
- Five.

- For a sprained wrist
and a hundred bucks. - He's an addict.

He's a mugger. He's a menace.
It's better than he deserves.

- You don't know him.
- But I know Ruth.

The victim.

The mah-jongg queen.

Who put three kids through college
working double shifts as a waitress.

Troy would be halfway through his
sentence if it weren't for me.

We do the best we can.

That's all there is.

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