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This story
had everything going for it.

A beautiful woman,
widely admired

in the community as a lawyer
to the less fortunate.

And for her other charms, a
whole string of boyfriends.

Hi, can I help you?

Delivery for Mr.
Roberts Vieira?

I'd
heard she was dating Vieira.

He was a step up for her.

From suburban respectability
to the inner circle

of the very wealthy.

I'll take it.

It was a world

she desperately wanted into.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Oh,
she was irresistible,

all right, to all kinds of men.

As I was about to find out.

I needed to find out
who she really was.

Ms. Miranda Wells.

Who was that?

Robert, I didn't know you
had property in the Bahamas.

You signed for my mail?

Miranda Vieira?

Well, you don't have to
make it sound that impossible.

I got to be at the
office in an hour.

So maybe you'd
better get dressed.

Why, don't you test
me alone in your house?

I didn't say that.

No, but it's written
all over your face.

You're afraid that I'm going
to wave some magic wand

and take away all of
your bachelor freedom.

I gotta get going.

She was smart.

She was a pro at twisting
people and twisting the truth.

I needed someone on the
inside, someone she trusted.

I was thinking I'd start
by talking to Miranda's

assistant, Carla Arujo.

Do
you remember that time

when you made the elephant?

Miranda.

- Don't worry.
- I am worried.

Don't be.

She's going to be in
court all morning.

The whole thing won't
take more than 10 minutes.

And you're sure you
know where they are?

Right there in front
of me the whole time.

Practically staring
me in the face.

Once you get them you're going
straight to Harding's office,

right?

You stop.

I'm telling you, nothing's
going to go wrong.

Get out of the car.

Both of you.

Somebody, help me!

We've got something.

This perp dumps a
ski mask in porta-potty,

he must be an amateur.

When was the first
time you met her.

She came to my office
about six months ago.

She felt she had evidence
that her boss was

defrauding illegal immigrants.

She wanted to know if I
could do something about it.

So you have been trying
to get Wells disbarred?

Me and several other
legitimate lawyers

in this town.

Except there's never been
sufficient evidence to press

charges.

Until she got
the goods on Wells.

She found files
describing immigrants

paying thousands for green
cards they never received.

And couldn't sue
for, because they

were illegal to begin with.

Well, where are they now?

The files, I mean?

Beats me.

Why don't you ask your boy Russ?

Russ, who?

One of Wells's boyfriends.

Russ Carter.

You mean, Russ Carter
the cop from Elridge?

Hey, Hector.

Give me a shot.

Hey, hot stuff.

How you doing, babe?

Hello, Dean.

I thought you were in Texas.

Well, you know how it is.

Is there
something I can do for you?

I got this friend
down in central lockup.

Told him I'd hook
him up with the best.

The best doesn't
come cheap, does she?

No, she don't.

But I tell you what, babe.

This dude is desperate,
you know what I'm saying?

You don't say.

Look, his name's Perry Henden.

Just talk with him, all right?

That's all he's asking.

I'll see what I can do.

What do you have to
flirt with this trash for?

Because they're my clients.

What was so important that
I had to drop everything

and come and see you?

Internal Affairs called me, to
talk about the Arujo shooting.

They want me to
give a DNA sample.

And you refused, right?

Well, yeah.

Well then you have
nothing to worry about.

You're a cop.

Well, yeah, but
they suspect me.

They know we've been dating.

Darling, you're
being ridiculous.

I loved Carla like a sister,
everybody knows that.

And no one would suspect
you of such a hideous crime.

You're not a little concerned?

Of course not.

Now relax.

I have to go.

I'm a very busy woman, you know.

Oh, I know.

Your friend Dean said
you were desperate.

Simple assault, attempted
rape, aggravated rape,

check fraud, burglary,
second degree assault.

You've got quite
a curriculum dete.

That mean you like me?

Oh, what's not to like.

The two time loser
who nearly sliced

his last victims arm off while
relieving her of her purse?

Well, woman ought to hold a
purse so she don't get hurt.

It's a novel defense.

It'll face an uphill
battle in court.

Which is why I need the best.

Thing is, you think
you can handle me?

I've handled many
men such as yourself.

Oh, yeah?

You get off on
handling dangerous men?

You asking me to
get you off, Perry?

Yeah.

You understand that you would
have to do whatever I tell you,

whenever I tell you?

Uh-huh.

I'll be in touch.

Hey, wait a minute.

Miranda Wells' office.

Hi, any calls?

Miss Wells, Mr.

Vieira called to cancel dinner.

Did he say why?

Well, just that he

was feeling kind of tired.

- OK, anything else?
- No.

All right.
Thank you.

Surprise, surprise.

I left a message
with your secretary.

I hope she gave it to you.

She did.

It's just that I was
in the neighborhood,

and I wanted to bring
this by for you.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Sure.

You know, I never get tired of
looking at this art collection.

Me neither.

Except when I have to pay
the insurance premiums.

Hm.

You still angry with
me about the other day?

I'm not angry.

It's just that I've always
been upfront about not

wanting a committed
relationship,

and it just seems that lately--

And I've been
pushing for more.

I know.

But that's really not true.

I just want to have fun.

Like we always have.

Yeah, well.

As long as we're clear.

Don't you want to
unwrap your gift?

It's right there, silly.

Heh, I don't
think it's my size.

Well, I just thought that
if a really naughty girl is

going to get spanked
that she ought to wear

her really sorry clothes.

My
name is David Lopez,

and after a week of
looking for someone

who would talk to me
about Miranda Wells,

I was batting zero.

I came up with a new
plan, and a new name,

and decided to meet
Miss Wells for myself.

Just exactly
what part of incompetent

do you not understand?

What do you want?

What do I want?

How about someone who can
spell the word lawyer.

I'm Rick Mendez to
see Miranda Wells.

OK, you can just have a seat.

The person
we sent was very qualified.

No, what you sent me
was a lobotomized moron who

had no business being in
a law office except maybe

to take out the trash.

Yes, Miss Wells?

Will you send in the handsome
gentleman that just walked in?

Miss Wells will see you now.

Hi.

Rick Mendez.

And you speak English.

Well, that can be very helpful.

I can spell the
word lawyer, if that's

what you're talking about.

And you have a sense of humor.

The question is, will that
help me get a green card.

I understand you're the best.

I have had a lot of
experience in these matters,

but why don't you
tell me a little bit

about your situation?

After eight years
in this country

I've managed
apartment buildings,

but never been asked to
join the management company.

Even program computers
for an HMO, but never

qualified to receive
medical benefits.

And now you're tired
of pressing your face up

against the glass, and you
want to be let into the party,

is that it?

Does that mean
you can help me?

Oh, yes, there's a great
deal I can do to help you.

But I should ask, first if--

$10,000.

$5,000 up front, $5,000 once
I've secured the documents.

That's-- that's
a lot of money.

Does that mean that you're
not up to the challenge?

I don't understand.

Computers, for example.

You say that you have a far
ranging experience with them.

Do you think that you could
handle a system like mine?

I don't think I'd be
a very good secretary.

I already have a secretary.

What I need is an assistant.

Someone who can
accomplish whatever I

need, whenever I need it, 24/7.

How would that be for starters?

What about my green card?

Within a year.

The cost of which will be
deducted from your salary.

Well then it's settled, no?

You start tomorrow, 8:00 AM.

Hell of a story, Dave, but--

One bombshell lawyer
rips off Latino immigrants,

who never get the green
cards they pay for,

and never get the
justice they deserve,

because they're
illegal to begin with.

Yeah.

But right now you have no proof.

And Wells is on record
vowing to vigorously defend

against charges like
these, which translates

into suing our pants off.

Even if we get a writer
working on the inside?

Did you go undercover?

Meet Rick Mendez, illegal.

In search of a
green card, maybe.

She just hired me as
her office assistant.

Don't you see?

I'm in.

Have you seen the
files on the others.

No, not yet, but I will.

And when I do, I'm telling
you, there's Pulitzers

in this for me and this paper.

Maybe.

But until I see those files,
we never had this conversation.

Well, thanks for the support.

Speaking of support, you
ought to talk to a lawyer

named Mitch Harding.

He's been trying to get
Wells disbarred for years.

He can fill you in on
all the requirements.

Requirements for what?

For vetting this paper, Dave,
because we're not touching

this story until it's airtight.

OK?

So if you want that
Pulitzer, talk to Harding.

And Dave?

Be careful.

He
was being a hard ass,

but then Harding told
me what had happened

to Miranda's last assistant.

A reality I didn't want to hear.

I don't care if you hand
her to me on a silver platter.

I'm just not interested.

I thought you were anxious
to shut this lady down.

Maybe I finally realized
there's some things in life

that just can't be done.

Even if I'm on the inside?

Do you have any idea what
happened to the last person who

was on the inside?

You mean her assistant?

Her name is Carla Arujo,
and for your information

she also tried to get
the goods on Wells.

So she was fired.

So?

More like fired at.

This after seeing her
husband gunned down

in the driveway of their house.

How do you know
it was Miranda?

This isn't the first time
someone close to Miranda

has ended up missing or dead

Yeah, well, stories like this
don't come along every day.

So I'm going after this
with you or without you.

What do you want from me?

Just watch my back.

No one else is
going to know what

I'm up to except you MacIntyre.

I trust MacIntyre about
as far as I can throw him.

And you trust me?

Yeah.

I do.

How is she, Doctor?

Are you a relative, or--

No, I'm just a friend
who loves her very much.

I see.

She will recover, won't she?

Well, we're still hopeful.

But every day that
she doesn't regain

consciousness makes
it just that much

more likely that she won't.

I see.

Could I have moment with her?
- Sure.

OK.

Dear, dear Carla.

Can you hear me?

Do you know who this is?

Do you know that I'm
watching you all the time?

Watching and waiting, all
the time, dear, dear Carla.

She keeps the files
all on the computer, that

was Carla's job
so I'm afraid I'm

not going to be very much help.

What's IN?

Immigration and
naturalization.

I'm saying that you can't
use Alshold's statement

against Henden if
Alshold is unavailable

for me to cross-examine.

Wrong.

Alshold's statement was
made after his arrest,

and after he was mirandized.

I don't think
that that's right.

So
the way I see it,

Barry Henden's going
down for felony

assault, robbery,
and attempted murder.

I didn't
know who Barry Henden was.

Can you hang on, please?

But I could see

he was important to Miranda.

Eleanor, give me
the Henden file.

Miss Wells?
I think this--

Not now.

I think this is what
you're looking for.

Listen to this, Ron.

Evidence is
considered testimonial

when it is made in
the expectation of use

in a criminal proceeding, and
when out of court testimonial

statements are at issue the
only indicative of reliability

is the one the
Constitution prescribes,

which is confrontation.

You're kidding.

I have never been
more serious in my life.

This is Rick Mendez calling
from Miranda Wells office

to reschedule
Monday's deposition.

All right, we have Tuesday
and Wednesday afternoon.

Wednesday at 2:30.

Thank you.

Can you come here?

I was on track

for employee of the month.

In fact things were moving
faster than I realized.

Don't just stand there.

In a
way I hadn't planned on.

You know if you're trying to
impress me, you're succeeding.

You know it is Friday night.

I'm just trying to finish
the last couple of files.

No wife?

No girlfriend waiting?

Not currently.

Why don't you
turn out the lights?

But if it
was a game she was playing,

I didn't know the rules.

So I decided to stick
with the game I knew,

and where I did know the rules.

It's being a good reporter.

Rule number one,
maintain objectivity.

Somehow I'd have to get close,
and still keep my distance.

I knew if I stayed
focused on the story,

I could stay one step
ahead of Miranda.

I have to go.

As usual.

You know I don't want to.

Self-doubt.

Let's run away.

Run away where?

Argentina.

I think a ranch
down in Argentina.

We could get a huge parcel
for practically nothing.

What would we do in Argentina?

Live.

Like normal people for a change.

Maybe raise a family.

Why don't we
just do that here?

I don't know.

I guess I'd have to ask Vieira.

I already told you,
we are just friends.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Real good friends
from what I can see.

He's very wealthy,
and he can open

doors for me, so that someday
we can buy that ranch.

10,000 acres, and kids
and dogs and horses.

One of those triangle
things that you

ring to call for supper.

You mean that?

I mean it with all my heart.

Russ?

Who is it?

Russ, it's me,
Steve ,, open up.

What are you doing here?

Come on in.

Maybe it would be better
if we did this outside.

Did what?

Anything you
have to say to him,

you can say in front of me.

Where's the arrest warrant?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Danny Arujo,

and the attempted
murder of Carla Arujo.

I had nothing to do with that.

Don't say anything.

You don't have any evidence.

We have a ski mask from
outside the Arujo's house,

and we matched the saliva
on the fibers to yours.

Without a sample from him?

I don't think so.

We had the toothpick he tossed
away in the police locker room.

We have three witnesses
who saw you throw it away,

and the lab says DNA matches.

You had the right
to remain silent.

Don't say a word.

You have a right
to an attorney.

I am his attorney.

If you cannot afford one--

I am his attorney.

One will be appointed for you.

Do not
say a word, Russ.

He is not saying anything.

Why are you doing
this to yourself, Russ?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Before she went into a
coma, the victim says she was

attacked by a man and a woman.

So what?

You think Mrs. Arujo might
recognize your voice if we

put you two in a room together?

Huh?

You think her testimony,
along with your DNA,

might place you at
the scene of the crime

wearing the black ski mask?

Look, the DA's
prepared to cut a deal,

right now, if you'll testify
that Wells put you up to it.

Come on, Russ.

We know it was Miranda's
plan from the start.

You guys got no evidence.

We got you, and you'll take
the fall for the whole chalupa

unless you testify against her.

Ms. Wells is
waiting for you in your office.

What are you doing here?

I think we need a break.

What?

I made reservations to fly
to Vegas, dinner at Morton's.

Wait a minute.

I don't believe this.

What?

Don't you see?

I've taken care of everything.

Yeah, well, I'm kind of
busy right now, so maybe you--

But that's just it.

I cleared everything
with your secretary,

and we have three
whole days together.

You cleared my schedule?

Yeah.

Robert, we just need
some time, that's all.

And I'm going to make you
so happy, like I always do.

You want to make me happy?

Get out of my life.

I don't understand.

That's because
you're sick, Miranda.

You're so screwed up
by your own fantasies

you can't even see that
it's over between us.

You don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

I don't want to see
you anymore, I don't

want to talk to you anymore.

I just want you out of my life.

Is that clear?

Do you have any idea
who you're talking to?

All right, this
has gone far enough.

Do you have any idea how many
men would kill to be with me?

Call security.

Yes, sir.

This isn't over yet.

Being Rick
Mendez wasn't leaving much time

for David Lopez to do his job.

Rule number two,
know your subject.

Yeah.

Hello?

How
soon can you get over here?

Miss-- Miss Wells.

Are you all right?

302 Senate Drive.

I'll be waiting.

Right then
I should have walked away.

The reporter in me knew better.

But David Lopez, the
man, was tempted.

MIRANDA : Come on in.

Hello, Rick.

How are you?

Good.

You OK?

Come here.

Do you like a drink?

No, thanks.

Then get me one.

It's over there on the bar.

And bring me that envelope
while you're at it.

A man who can anticipate
a woman's needs

is a rare quality.

I really appreciated your
help with the Henden file

the other day.

Go ahead, open it.

Consider it a bonus.

And I thought since you were
here that we could maybe put

in a couple of hours of work.

Is that all right with you?

You mean now?

Yeah.

OK.

Dear Senor Maldonado,
regarding your application--

Shut up, Vieira.

Did you want to
take this down,

or are you going to memorize it?

Dear Senor Maldonado,
regarding your application

to the immigration
service I am at this time

pursuing every avenue
of opportunity.

And I feel confident that we
will be successful in the very

near future.

However, please be aware that
the retainer for my services

has been exhausted.

I smelled a setup.

I left the money on the table,
and went home with my integrity

intact.

But Miranda was not
the kind of woman

who takes no for an answer.

If we could
go over it again.

You're saying you were at
home last night from 9:00 PM

to 5:00 AM.

You make that
sound surprising.

Were you surprised that Robert
Vieira's brains were splattered

across his garage last night?

I loved him.

You would never
understand the way I felt.

I understand
conspiracy to murder.

Are you charging
me with a crime?

I'm asking you for the last
time where were you last night?

As I stated, I was at home.

And if you don't believe me,
you can ask my assistant.

Your assistant.

Do you have a problem
with that, detective?

Do you mind if I
turn off the muzak?

Yeah.

Miss Wells likes it on.

Miss Wells isn't
here right now.

Brilliant.

I'm going home now.

Do what you want.

What
I wanted was the files.

I knew I was very close.

Oh, I was focused all right.

So focused I
couldn't see the web

Miranda was spinning around me.

OK, here we go.

Immigration.

Rick Mendez?

Yes?

Detective Cantrell.

Detective Siler.

Can I help you?

You can start by telling
us where you were last night.

I was working late, why?

Were you working by yourself?

No, I was with my
boss, Miss Wells.

Why?

One of your bosses boyfriends
was bludgeoned to death

in his garage last night.

What does this
have to do with me?

You're her alibi.

Your honor, this is
a police detective presently

being represented
on a murder charge

by counsel who is
arguably a co-defendant

in these proceedings.

Objection, your honor.

The DA cannot produce
one shred of evidence

that involves me in this case.

And if the DA continues
with this slanderous attack,

I will file suit
against the state.

That's highly
unusual, Miss Wells.

Even for you.

The charges against my client
are baseless, your honor.

The DA has some personal
vendetta against me.

Your honor, there's nothing
baseless about the defendant's

DNA matching samples
found at the site--

Not found.

Planted.

This is an officer whose
familiarity with police

techniques and weapons makes
him not just a flight risk,

but a danger to this community.

Mr. Carter
is a decorated

veteran and police officer.

He poses no danger.

All right.

You've made your point.

But given the background and
circumstances surrounding

this case, I'm remanding the
defendant back to Parish jail

pending trial.

Your honor, this
is an outrage.

Bail denied.

Court's adjourned.

I'll get you out, don't worry.

Let's go.

Well, looks like we got
you this time, Miranda.

Really.

Got a dead solid
case against Russ.

And even if he doesn't
roll over on you,

there's still Carla Arujo.

Carla Arujo is in a coma.

Yeah, but what if
she wakes up, and IDs

you as her second assailant?

What if she wakes
up and declares

that Miss Miranda Wells
is the kindest, most

loving person in the world?

Did you ever think about that?

You're really something.

Oh, you ain't
seen nothing yet.

Hello, Rick.

You don't seem very
happy to see me.

I don't like being
used as an alibi.

What makes you
think that's the case?

It's what the police
think that matters.

The police serve
the rule of law.

They are not the arbiters
of truth or justice.

Robert Vieira was a client,
and we dated a few times.

But his death is as much a
mystery to me as it is to them.

And the fact that I
could swear that you

were somewhere else while
he was being murdered

is just coincidence?

If my attraction to you just
put you in an awkward position,

then I apologize.

I offer you my affection,
and you reject me.

I offer you money, and
you leave it in my house.

I don't want your money.

What do you want, Rick?

Hm?

I want my green card.

That's all you want from life?

Green card?

Nothing more?

I do my job, I try not
to expect too much, yeah?

That is so sad, it just
makes me want to cry.

Oh, please.

I'm sorry, I think that
you deserve more out of life.

I'll keep that in mind.

Why do you hate me?

I don't hate you.

Do you want me?

Hm?

Do you want me, Rick?

Just tell me, and I'll stop.

Hey.

Thank you.

Any regrets?

Not yet.

Not yet.

This all started because
I needed a green card.

And now your
horizons have expanded.

You're even starting
to lose your accent.

Don't worry, I like you anyway.

Why do you listen
to this junk?

Don't you like it?

Do you?

You get used to it.

Here.

This is for you.

Go ahead, open it.

I can't accept this.

Why?

Are you afraid?

Of what?

Of getting in too deep.

I think I can handle it.

I got your message.

What are you
trying to pull, Miranda?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, yeah?

I never told you
to do anything,

and I never sent you anywhere.

And if you claim that I did,
I will swear in open court

that you are a liar.

Robert Vieira was my friend.

Yeah, well, I'd sure
hate to be your enemy.

You should remember that.

I am the best lawyer
that you ever had,

and the only chance that you
got to not die in prison.

So that money that you
think that I owe you?

You just apply that to my fee.

You're playing a
dangerous game, lady.

And I always win.

Carla?

Carla, can you hear me?

Carla?

Look at me, Carla.

Carla.

Good.

Hi.

Here's that file.

Great, thank you.

Will you tell Rick to get
in here right now, please?

Rick?

Miss Wells wants to
see you right away.

I'll be there in a second.

So--

Just drop whatever
you're doing and go in.

I'll be right back.

I need you to file these
with the court right away,

and pick up my dry cleaning.

Yeah.

You know, I didn't sign
up to be your errand boy.

Oh yes, you did.

You signed on to do whatever
I need, whenever I need it.

Isn't that right?

Fine.

Rick?

What's this?

Well, I didn't want you to
have to pay for my dry cleaning

out of your salary.

This is a lot of money.

I know.

You can thank me later.

Meet me in the cafeteria.

Carla.

Wake up, darling.

Carla.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

You won't be needing this.

What do you want?

I want you to
be careful, Carla.

You killed my husband.

No.

You killed Danny.

No, I am your friend, and
I want what's best for you.

And you really need to
take some time right now.

Time to rest, time
and think, time

to get away from all
the pressures here,

and all the danger.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

That's right,
it's good to pray.

And when you're done,
you really should think

about taking a long vacation.

Maybe back to Mexico.

Maybe even to stay.

I'm sure that you'll find
the best place for you.

I know you'll do the
right thing, Carla.

You always were so smart.

Keys.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

I'm kind of on my way out.

I lost my keys, though.

The Pulitzer Prize
committee sent me, said

you were missing in action.

Although it looks
like things have

been going pretty good for you.

So what?
She likes me.

Big deal.

Thanks.

Are you aware that she's under
suspicion for another murder

besides the Danny Arujo?

If you mean Vieira,
they'll never make it stick.

How did you know?

I was with her the
night he was murdered.

Look, its none
of my business--

That's right, it's
not, so lay off.

I mean, I know what doing.

I'll call you the
minute I get the files.

You know, that's
what Carla Arujo said.

And she's come out of her coma.

She's not talking to anyone.

Not to me, not to the cops.

Looks to me she's
more scared than ever.

Hey, I'll keep my eyes open.

It's a good idea.

This is
the most outrageous

stunt I have ever seen.

For Miss Wells to
claim a right to

inherit as Mr. Vieira's
wife is criminally

fraudulent at worst,
and at best nothing

more than wishful thinking.

What about Robert's wishes?

He wanted us to live in the
bonds of holy matrimony.

Your honor, there's
no proof of that at all.

In fact to the contrary,
we have filed 17 affidavits

with the court all swearing
that Mr. Vieira not only never

married Miss Wells, but clearly
had no intentions of ever,

ever doing so.

That is not true.

He loved me.

Address your comments
to the bench, Miss Wells.

Your honor, he must've gotten
down on his knees 1,000 times

and begged me to marry
him before I gave in.

And now he's gone.

Your
honor, in addition

to being gone Mr. Vieira left
an estate worth a great deal

of money, including a collection
of art appraised at millions

of dollars, all of
which Miss Wells

seeks to inherit under
the interstate statute

of Louisiana.

How dare you?

This isn't about the money.

Yes, but Mr.
Brunet makes a point.

Why claim to be the
wife of the deceased

if not to inherit his estate?

For Robert's sake.

All right.

I've heard enough.

Miss Wells, I'm denying your
claim to spousal inheritance.

Robert Vieira's last will
shall stand as written,

and will be divided
equally, in equal parts,

to his surviving heirs.

But Your Honor.

Case dismissed.

- I
- could see it clearly now.

Miranda actually
believed her own lies.

Harding's visit
had gotten to me,

so I decided to go
back to the beginning.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Hey.

I came to see Carla.

Well it's too late.

She's gone.

What?

Nurse came in a
couple hours ago

to check on her,
found the room empty.

Did you see her?
Do you know where she went?

She left a note.

If you
want to find the files,

listen to the music.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Yeah, it does.

Miss Wells needs you
to run some errands.

I just talked
to her on the phone,

- she didn't say anything.
- Change of plans.

Pick up her dry cleaning
and take it to her house.

What are you going to do?

I got a lot of catch up to do.

OK.

Shameless.

Unbelievable.

Eleonor?

Rick?

DAVID : Hi,

this is Rick, please
leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

Listen to me.

I don't know where you are, I
don't know what you are doing,

but you are going to
have to beg for my mercy.

Do you hear me?

You're going to have
to beg for my mercy.

You are my whore, and you
will beg for my mercy.

Beg for my mercy.

I know what I'll do.

Si?

Ola, Senor.

Great.

Listen, I'm writing an article
on Miranda Wells, the lawyer,

and it's really
important that we speak.

Where can we meet?

Please,
I don't want no trouble.

Are you still at
149, 37th Avenue?

Yes,
but Senor, por favor--

All right, I'll be right over.

It took a long time

to get Guerrero to open up.

I got home late to
find I'd had a visitor.

When I saw my laptop was gone,
I knew who was behind it.

Hello?

I'm in trouble.

Guerrero won't talk if
we don't have the disk.

And without it, I
can't even contact

the rest to see if they'd
all say the same thing.

And you're sure it was her?

Who else?

She had to have known
I took her files.

Why?
Why?

Why what?

You said you left her office
exactly the way you found it.

You returned the original
disk back where you found it.

So?

What if she's just
trying to scare you?

She breaks into your apartment,
steals a bunch of your stuff,

including your laptop.

And without having any idea
there's a disk in the drive.

Maybe, but how do we know
for sure what she does know?

We don't.

You're going to disappear
for a couple of days.

Disappear?
Where?

I got a little
cabin outside of town.

It's not much, but it'll do.

And what am I supposed to do?

Just sit around and wait?

I can't do that.

Arujo and Vieira
didn't have a cabin.

Not very much, is it?

I took whatever looked
valuable, dumped the rest.

Like what?

Look, you can ask
your questions later.

Right now, I want my money.

What money?

I want, I want.

Don't you think about
anybody but yourself?

You're playing games with me?

Do not touch me.

What are you going to do, huh?

I want what I got coming.

You wouldn't happen to know
the difference between Matisse

and a Velvet Elvis, would you?

What are you talking about?

An art collection
worth millions.

What the hell's a
Matisse look like?

Beats me.

Don't even know what that is.

It's art work.

Million dollar artwork.

What's that
got to do with you?

Could be I might want to
sell some artwork to someone

who knows what it's worth.

Can I help you, ma'am?

You look like you
could use some company.

Why not?

When.

I've been looking for you.

I-- I had a personal problem.

I had to get away.

How did you find me?

You know when you defend
criminals for a living,

it's pretty easy
to find someone.

Oh, as a matter of fact,
I found the scumbag that

burglarized your apartment.

Let me guess, one
of your clients?

Doesn't matter.

I have your stuff.

All of it?

I have your brand new plasma
TV, I have your sound system--

My laptop?

My jacket?

All of it.

I have it at my house
waiting for you.

That is if you will apologize.

I don't like being walked out
on, Rick, especially by someone

that I've grown so fond of.

I'm sorry.

You know, you're going to have
to do much better than that.

I'll
take that for you.

You have a good day.

Hey.

You were going to
wait for my call.

She found me.

How?

Doesn't matter, I
have to go apologize.

You have to be crazy.

It's the only chance I have
of getting the disk back.

She has my stuff in her house.

It's not worth
risking your life.

I don't think she
wants to kill me,

I think she wants my cajones.

I'm really close.

OK, here's the deal.

I'll be parked right
outside her house

so I can hear if anything
starts to go south in there.

And what are you going to do?

You come in and save me?

Come on.

There's a couple
of cops that I trust,

and they're going to just happen
to be in the neighborhood.

Testing, testing.

Can you hear me?

This
time I was ready for her.

But then I remembered something
from an old science class.

Well, well, well.

A black
widow mates, and then it kills.

I've been looking
forward to this.

What's wrong?

I just came to get my stuff.

Oh.

Excuse me.

I didn't know this was
the lost and found.

Now, repeat after me.

I have been a bad
boy, Miss Wells.

I went away without
your permission,

I didn't answer my phone
or return your calls.

I told you.

I just came here for my stuff.

Now stop playing.

No, you don't tell me.

I tell you.

And you are going to listen,
or else your Mexican ass

is going to wind up a lot
further south than the border.

You're out of your
mind, can't you see?

It's over.

Get it through your head.

What about your green card?

There was never going
to be a green card.

You were going to
defraud me, like you

defrauded all the others.

Just give me my
stuff, and I'll go.

I just came to get--

It's in that cabinet.

Don't do this.

No!

Freeze, drop your weapon!

Drop the gun!

Get onto there.

You see?

It isn't over at all.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.
- I know that.

You have the right
to speak with an attorney.

I am an attorney.

You may have an attorney
present during questioning.

Yeah, dispatch,
this is Henry Lon,

we need an ambulance for a
gunshot victim shot in the leg.

I got it.

Oh my God.

They pulled him
out of retirement?

Now come on, please.

When this is over
you're going to be

bigger and better than ever.

After all, all you need
is a really good attorney.

Am I right?

I've already talked
to the judge.

He's likely to set the
bail, he said, at $50,000.

Which judge?

Sandoval.

Sandoval.

You tell him that that
is a bunch of crap.

And he better release
me on PR, or I

will make his life miserable.

You tell him that.

Miss Miranda, look.

You're far too intelligent to
think that you can represent

yourself in this case.

If you're going to hire
me as your attorney,

you're going to have
to do things my way.

What makes you think
your way is going to work?

Well, considering that
they found a wounded ex-lover

of yours in your house,
and you with a smoking

gun in your hand, I
mean, you can't consider

this case a slam dunk.

However, if anyone can
get you off here, it's me.

Here you go.

Hey, how's it going?

OK, I guess.

I understand
they're discharging

you in a couple of days.

I'll glad to be
getting out of here.

You lived to
testify, which is

a pretty major accomplishment
given Wells' history of men.

I wish you would have fought
to get the disk that night.

Well, a couple
of days the police

will release the crime scene.

Even then they'll probably
keep it as evidence.

I think we did the right thing
by just keeping you alive.

Now we've got her on
attempted murder charges.

Excuse me.

It's time for your X-Ray.

Listen, I kind of lost
my perspective back there

for a while, and I
just wanted to thank

you for sticking with me.

The important
thing is, we got her.

She's going to be behind
bars a long, long time.

Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute.

You know you're not supposed
to be going in there.

I'm just going to get my car.

Listen, maybe we
can get together

and have dinner tonight, eh?

Lawyers are such pigs.

What?

You're fired.

I'm representing myself.

You know you don't
stand a chance.

Actually, I never lose.

Whoo-ee.

Seem to me this
is pretty illegal.

Crossing a police line,
tampering with evidence.

Of course, I'm not a
lawyer like yourself.

- Get out.
- Ooh, that's pretty scary.

Of course now you don't
got a big gun to backup

them scary words, do you?

I said get out.

What do you want?

A bunch of money for
some paintings and such.

I told you, I told you.

Yeah, you don't know
what I'm talking about.

That's right.

Well, I got millions of
dollars worth of artwork,

and I'm willing to sell
it to you for half.

How am I supposed to come
up with that kind of money?

You're a smart gal.

You'll figure it out.

Perry was right.

She did figure it out.

But as for Perry Henden's
career as an art dealer,

it was over before it began.

What you got?

It's weird.

White male, early
40s, throat slashed.

What's weird about it?

He's still got the
razor in his hand.

Also got his pants
around his ankles.

Yeah.

Any ID on him?

The men that found
him, one the guys

thinks he saw him a
couple of weeks ago

being booked for a 14-6-5.1.

That's a purse snatch.

One the guys thinks his
name is Perry Henden.

Run it.

That's it.

Watch your step, now.

There's no place like home.

What do you want?

To see you.

To burn the image of
your face into my mind.

Not Rick's face, but David's.

David Lopez.

Talented but
struggling journalist.

No.

No.

You were going to
expose me, weren't you, Rick?

For taking advantage of all
those poor, poor wetbacks?

Get out of here, Miranda.

You never counted on how good
it felt in my bed, in my arms.

Remember, Rick?

David, Rick, David, Rick.

I'm warning you.

You just never counted
on all the pleasure.

Did you want it?

Did you, Rick?
- Stop.

David.

You could be Rick,
David, you could

still have it if you wanted it.

Do you?

Get out now!

I'm calling he police.

As you wish.

Just remember, I always win.

Ah!

Cover the man.

Take a shot.

There you go.

Heard your lawyer's
going to be in court today.

Looks like she's in
a piece of trouble.

And there's nobody there to
take the fall for her this time.

Maybe you'll get life, that
way you can wave at each other

across the exercise yard.

And when you
went to her house that night,

what did you expect
would happen?

I expected to have my
belongings returned to me.

Now, did you believe
that Ms. Wells had at least

engineered, if not
participated in,

the burglary of your apartment?

Objection, your honor.

Mr. Lansing is too
good of an attorney

to be allowed to lead
a witness this way.

Overruled.

Witness can say
what he believes.

She had my apartment
burglarized to steal the files

I had taken from her office.

And why did you steal
these files from her office?

I was investigating a story
I was writing for my paper.

I was actually undercover.

Excuse me, but I
must object again.

Based on what?

Lack of foundation.

That's enough.

You'll both direct your
objections to the bench.

That's fine with
me, Your Honor.

Mr. Lansing, you may continue.

What was the nature of
the story you were writing?

Miss Wells had been suspected
for years of defrauding

money from illegal immigrants.

The files I took contained
scores of cases where she took

their money, charging
thousands of dollars,

but never produced even
a single green card.

I have no further questions.

Ms. Wells?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Would you state your name
for the record, please?

I already stated my
name for the record.

David Lopez.

David Lopez.

And did you fill out this
employment application

to work in my office?

Yes.

And what name did you fill in?

Rick Mendez.

Rick Mendez.

So then you lied.

If you want to call it that.

Oh, yes, I think I do.

Now while you were
working in my office,

did we have a
sexual relationship?

Yes.

And while you were
working in my office,

how much money did you make?

I don't know.

Three, 4,000.

Several grand.

And that was because you
were such a good secretary?

Whatever I got,
I had to work for.

But didn't you just
tell Mr. Lansing that you

were really working for you?

That you were researching
a story for the newspaper?

Objection.

Argumentative.

Ronald, I thought we
had an understanding.

Order.

I'm not going to
tolerate this again.

Continue.

But you took the money.

I didn't feel good about it.

But you did take it.

I guess so.

On the night of the
shooting, the truth

is, is that you came to my house
to make love to me, isn't it?

No.

Well, which is it that
you wanted Rick, David.

Money or sex?

Neither.

So on the night
of the shooting

why did you come to my house?

I came for the disk.

But if I knew
that I had the disk,

do you think that I would
have given it back to you?

Probably not.

So then why did you come?

Because you didn't
know you had the disk,

and I thought I had a
chance to get it back.

But if that was the
case, why didn't you

just send your good friend
Mitch Harding instead?

You wanted me to apologize.

Oh, so you came to apologize.

No.

OK so then you
came to make love to me.

I didn't say that.

Oh, that's right,
you came for the disk.

That's right.

The disk that I
didn't know I had.

No-- no, wait it was--

you didn't know it
was in my laptop.

Well then why
didn't I just give

you the laptop, if I didn't
know that the disk was in it?

That was-- you're
turning all this around.

How?

You wanted me to grovel.

You wanted me to beg.

You wanted to have
sex with me, didn't you?

No.

And when
I refused you came

after me in a murderous rage.

That's a lie.

The only way that
I could stop you

was by defending
myself, so I shot you.

That's a lie.

That's a lie.

Why should we believe you?

You just admitted to pretending
to be an illegal immigrant,

didn't you?

You might as well answer.

That's all right, Your Honor.

I think it's clear that the
witness is a liar and a whore.

And I have no further questions.

Rule number three.

The job of the journalist
is to serve the truth.

I went for the truth about
Miranda Wells, but in the end

truth is what tripped me up.

Hey.

What do we do now?

We might be able to
salvage a civil suit.

If we can't?

Having gotten away with murder,
and now attempted murder,

does anyone think this
isn't going to continue?

I don't know.

I can't tell what
people think anymore.

Here she comes.

Miss Wells, can we
get a statement?

Well, I think
it's obvious that I was

only acting in self-defense.

I presume that the DA, who
is a wonderful prosecutor,

by the way, will have all
charges against me dropped.

Well, what will you do now?

I'll just have to try
and go on from here.

Well, you're pretty
incredible in there.

Thank you.

What are you doing now?

I'm not sure.

How about an
exclusive interview.

All right.

It
was a hell of a story,

and a hell of an ending.

There are people so
good at twisting truth

that they manage to slip
through the cracks of justice,

and go on.

So, how does this story end?

Miranda said it best.

I always win.