And the injuries to the right side of their faces are too similar, man.
This guy's got a type, Frank.
There's other cases out there, and you can find them.
You gotta do this. I can't. I'm his lawyer.
Okay. Okay, I'm on it.
All right, I gotta take this. Maggie, hey.
Hey, did you get my voicemail?
I've been up to San Quentin to see an old client. How's Hayley?
She's good. You know, she has soccer this weekend.
Saturday, right?
I look forward to it. Great, we'll talk later.
If you're wondering how I got in, I'm in real estate,
so if I want to get into a friend's house...
No, we're not friends.
You're my client.
I'm your lawyer. My lawyer.
See, that's exactly what I wanted to remind you of.
I'm about to go on trial, and yet I couldn't reach you.
Now I find out where you were all day. Heard you tell Maggie.
You shit. You went to see Jesus Martinez.
And I know what you talked about.
Donna Renteria.
You're right, Mick.
I killed her.
There. No reason I shouldn't tell my own lawyer,
since it's all confidential.
Attorney-client privilege. Isn't that what you told me?
It's time for you to go, Louis.
All right.
That's a cute picture of your daughter Hayley.
She's very pretty. She's got soccer practice tomorrow, right?
Don't.
Don't what?
You think you're the first client to ever threaten me or my family?
All I said was she's pretty.
Are you scared, Louis?
'Cause where you are right now,
you're in a very dangerous place.
And so, in conclusion, what this case is about,
what this case is all about, is a predator.
On that night of March 6th, Louis Roulet was out stalking his prey.
Now, you are gonna hear from the victim herself about her lifestyle,
one that we would not condone.
But remember, anyone,
anyone can be the victim of a violent crime.
This case is clear. It's straightforward.
A man attacked a woman in her home in order to rape and kill her,
and it is only by the grace of God that she's here to tell her story.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Michael Haller, and I'm representing Louis Roulet.
Now, Mr. Minton doesn't want to use the word "prostitute"
for the woman who is supposed to be Louis' victim.
He needn't worry,
'cause this case isn't about how she makes her money.
This case is about her actions.
How she saw a young man with signs of wealth
as a ticket out of the life she was in, and chose to target him.
Now what she didn't count on was you.
How you'd put two and two together and let your common sense tell you
who the real predator is in this case.
Thank you for your time.
Court will adjourn until Monday,
when the state will call its first witness.
Go, Hayley, go! Turn it, turn it, turn it! Go!
Nice, baby, nice shot!
Left foot! Left foot! Take it away, take it away!
Go, Hayley! Stay on it!
Get on it.
Hey, Mick.
Hey, Maggie.
What are you doing here? I'm going to take Hayley home.
You've got someplace to be.
What are you talking about? What happened?
Hey, hey, sir, stop, please. Ma'am, I'm family, okay? I'm family.
This is a closed crime scene.
Sir, the name's Mick Haller...Sobel!
Sobel! Yeah, but, listen, slow down a second.
Slow down. Talk to me. What happened?
Somebody shot him in the chest and the head,
and then they shot the dog, too. His body is right in front of the door.
Great, this is just what we need.
Okay, so you've been here before. You can tell us if anything is unusual.
Anything weird?
Like, throughout this whole house, why is it that all I see are pictures
of this guy?
My partner's asking if Frank Levin was gay.
Is that relevant? Yeah, it's all relevant.
He was an ex-cop. Crimes against persons, in Chicago.
Is that butch enough for you, Lankford?
I don't see anything that can help you here.
All right. Hey, Haller.
I don't need to tell you to stick around town where I can find you, do I?
Am I a suspect?
When do you retire, Lankford?
When do I retire? Yeah.
Eighteen months. Why?
I want to make sure I show up the next morning so I can kick your ass.
Val!
Hey, Mick!
What the hell are you banging on the door like that for, man?
Are you nuts?
Dude, dude, you look terrible. Frank Levin was murdered.
Man, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to hear that. Roulet did it.
Roulet? I thought you and Frank were defending him.
Why would he take Frank out? That makes no sense.
You know, Val, I figure you know exactly how it went down.
How do I know about it? What are you talking about?
'Cause you lied to me. You didn't send me the Roulet case.
He asked for me. Okay, okay, that's true, man. That's true.
But you know what? I said, "Haller's your man. Go for Haller. "
I did that for you. You lied to me once.
So, what, you think I'm gonna lie about this? Give me a little respect.
Give me a little credit. I'm not gonna lie about this kind of shit.
The police tracked the tracer that you put on Roulet.
It said he was nowhere near Frank's house.
So maybe it wasn't him, Mick.
So maybe it wasn't him. Nobody can beat the tracer, huh?
It was him. Roulet killed Frank, Val.
I don't like the way you're following me.
I don't like the way you're cornering me, man.
I don't like the way you're talking to me.
Roulet killed Frank, Val.
Do you think I cut the kid loose so he could murder Frank?
Did Roulet kill Frank?
Mick, I'm sorry about Frank, but I didn't do it, man.
You're the only one that could've taken it off him.
Being married to you sucked, but it beat being your car service.
Maggie. Yeah?
You know what I used to be afraid of, Maggie?
Yeah. Me. That I wouldn't recognize innocence.
That it would be right there in front of me and I just wouldn't see it.
Yeah.
I'm not talking about
guilty or not guilty, just innocence, you know?
You know what I'm afraid of now?
Evil.
Pure evil.
Maggie.
Did I get Frank Levin killed?
Mickey, no.
Go to sleep, honey.
New message, yesterday, 11:07 a. m.
Mick, it's me. I tried you on your cell.
Sorry to interrupt your day with Hayley,
but you asked me to do some digging on Roulet.
Well, I might have found
Martinez's ticket, Mick, his ticket out of Quentin.
Someone's at the door. Look, you go and you have a good time with Hayley,
and I'll fill you in when I know it's for sure. I gotta go.
Detective Sobel. Sobel, Mick Haller here.
Listen, I just checked my messages.
It turns out Frank called me just before he was killed.
The message came in at 11:07. He said he found something,
something that could help an old client of ours get out of prison.
Okay, who is the client?
Jesus Martinez. He's in San Quentin.
Okay, did he say anything else?
Yeah, he made a joke. He said something
about finding Martinez's ticket out of the Q,
and then someone came to the door. That's when he hung up.
All right, listen. Whoever came to the door, that's who killed him.
Okay, you get me a copy of the tape.
I'll get it to you right away.
How's it going on the case? You getting somewhere?
Yeah. We did catch a break.
We found a bullet casing in the room from a. 22.
That's good. Frank Levin owned a. 22. You'll find it registered to him.
Yeah, we did. Yeah, but it wasn't a Woodsman.
A what? A Colt Woodsman. It's an old antique job.
That's the gun that killed him.
Fuck!
Morning, Mick.
It's too bad about Frank Levin. Got any idea who did it?
Yeah, I'm pretty certain I do.
Mr. Talbot, you were with Miss Campo on the night of March 6th.
Yep. We went on a date to the Association.
Then I took her back to her place for another date.
And did you have sexual relations? About 400 bucks worth.
And she earned every single cent.
What time did you leave her apartment?
I don't know. About five minutes before 10:00.
Did she say whether she had another appointment?
Oh, no, no. She acted like she was done for the night.
Objection, Your Honor.
I don't think Mr. Talbot's qualified to interpret
Miss Campo's thinking or plans.
I mean she acted satisfied.
Sustained. Go on, Mr. Minton.
When you left, Mr. Talbot, what condition was she in? Was she hurt?
No. She was fine.
She did not look like this?
Man, what kind of sick bastard does something like that?
Answer the question.
No.
No, we made pleasurable and consensual love.
I mean, that's what life's all about, right? Then I paid her.
Mr. Talbot, are you right-handed or left-handed?
Left.
Left? Yeah.
Isn't it true that before you left Miss Campo's apartment,
she asked you to repeatedly strike her in the face with your left fist?
Your Honor, Mr. Haller is just muddying the waters
with outrageous statements.
It's part of the defense theory, Your Honor.
The witness can answer.
I'm sorry. Can you repeat the question?
This is by your hand, isn't it, Mr. Talbot?
Admit it. This whole thing is a setup
by you and Miss Campo,
framing my client, Louis Roulet, isn't it?
I never hit her or any other woman, you understand?
Do you know a prostitute named Shaquille Barton?
Work name is Shaquilla Shackles?
Yeah, yeah, I seen her once.
And if I brought her in here and she said,
"Yes, Mr. Talbot, he did strike me with his left fist in my face. "
She'd be lying. I tried Shaquilla once,
but I'm not into that rough stuff.
I'm a missionary man.
With a strong left. Am I on trial here?
Not yet.
Good afternoon, detectives. What can I do for you?
This warrant's bullshit. It's good enough to search your house.
It would have been smart if you had told me that you had a Woodsman.
There's one registered to you. Let's go for a drive.
All right. Let's bag the box.
You can't do ballistics on a box, can you?
Modern technology. So, why didn't you report this stolen?
I don't know. But maybe I should have. You think?
Still and all, we're gonna have a look around the place, huh?
Go crazy. You got the warrant.
All right. Let's start with the couch.
Sir, stand up.
You know, we got a history on the piece.
It turns out it once belonged to Mickey Cohen,
the gangster from the '40s.
I know. My father, he represented him.
Got him off for using it in self-defense,
so Mickey made him a present of it.
It's a nice present.
Pearl handle, collector's piece. How sweet.
You know, that Mickey Cohen shooting is pretty famous.
It turns out that the county still has the evidence in storage.
The bullet.
You can match the casings from a slug that's 50 years old?
Well, I mean, it would be easier with the gun, but, yeah.
How long will ballistics take?
Hey, Mick, I got something for you.
You asked me to run that witness' name. Is that Corliss?
Dwayne Jeffrey Corliss, right.
He's this lowlife type, not much came up,
but sometimes he goes by DJ, no punctuation,
and when you run it that way... Tell me.
He's played the courtroom snitch a lot. Here and in Arizona.
Both times, it got him early release.
All right, this could be good.
All I gotta do is find him.
They put him in pretrial rehab at USC.
I just got lucky.
There she is. How are you, sweetie?
You all right? Yeah.
All right, listen. I'm actually not even here about you today.
I need you to do something for me.
Keep moving! Let's go, let's go!
Stay on the wall all the way down. Nuts to butts, boys. Let's go.
Shut up.
That's it. Stay on the line. Corliss, right?
I'm gonna say this real quiet.
Trustee, away from the line!
You don't know me, but I talked to the DA,
and he gave me a way to get us both out.
So, Haller, I hear you had interesting visitors last night.
Worry about yourself, Ted.
You're dying the death of a thousand razors up there
and you don't even know it.
One last witness, Your Honor. The prosecution calls Regina Campo.
It's true that I lied to the police.
I knew the defendant when he came to the door.
Miss Campo, why did you lie?
Because I was scared.
I didn't think the police would believe me,
and I wanted to make sure they arrested him.
'Cause he's an animal. Do you regret your decision now?
Yes. If it helps him get free and do this to somebody else.
Objection. It's prejudicial, Your Honor. Sustained.
I have no further questions for Miss Campo.
Your witness, Mr. Haller.
Miss Campo, have you engaged an attorney
to sue Louis Roulet for the events
that happened on the eve of March the 6th?
No, I haven't. Have you talked to an attorney?
I haven't hired anyone. No, have you talked to one?
About a possible lawsuit?
It was nothing more than talk.
Did you ask if you could sue him for damages?
I thought what you say to a lawyer is private.
If you wish, you can tell the jurors.
I think I'd like to keep it private. Okay.
Let's talk about the night at the Association bar.
Had you ever seen Louis Roulet before that night?
Yes. There and other places.
Ever notice that he wore a Rolex watch?
No.
Or that he drove one of two vehicles, a Maserati and a Range Rover?
I never saw him driving. And what made you approach him?
I saw him leave with girls who do what I do.
With prostitutes?
They go to a hotel or one of their apartments, right?
I don't know where.
Well, how do you know they left? Maybe they just went out for a smoke.
Because I saw them get in his car and drive away.
Now, wait a minute. You just testified
that you had never seen Mr. Roulet drive.
Now you are saying that, yes, you did see Mr. Roulet get in his car
and leave with a prostitute like yourself. Which one is it?
I saw him get in his car, but I didn't know what kind of car it was.
Do you know the difference between a Maserati and a Range Rover?
One is small and one is big, I guess. Okay.
The other women
that left with Louis, when you saw them again,
did any of them have injuries or were any of them beaten?
I don't know. I didn't ask.
But girls in your profession,
you do talk to each other about customers, right?
You warn each other if someone's a freak or something?
Yeah, usually.
And did any of them ever warn you
or have one bad thing to say about Louis Roulet?
No. No one.
So you believed you'd be safe?
I thought he was a known quantity, and I needed the money, so...
So you thought he could solve your problems with money.
No! No? Isn't that why you're sitting here?
Because you zeroed in on him?
No! I mean, yes, but it wasn't like that.
He attacked me, I swear!
And...All right, let's pause that right there.
Just to confirm, this is you, right, Miss Campo?
Yes. What was on the napkin?
My name and address.
And your price? Yes. $400.
It's a hard line of work. Yes, and dangerous.
In fact, haven't you told your friends many times
that you were looking for a way out?
I'm not proud of what I do. I know.
And isn't it true, and nothing would be easier to understand,
that you saw Louis Roulet and his money as that way out?
No, that's not what this is about!
Are you not listening to me?
No further questions, Your Honor.
Mr. Minton, do you have another witness for us?
He really looks worried.
Not worried enough.
No. The state rests, Your Honor.
Then the defense will call its first witness after lunch.
Yes, I recognize this knife.
It's the one that my son has carried with him for protection
for the last four years, almost exactly.
Why would he need protection?
Realtors alone in a house are sometimes robbed
or hurt, even raped or murdered.
But has Louis ever been the subject of such a crime?
No.
But he knew someone who was raped and robbed by a man.
Louis found her. It was terrible.
So the first thing he did afterwards was get himself a knife,
to carry with him at all times. Thank you, Mrs. Windsor.
I have no further questions, Your Honor.
Your witness, Mr. Minton. Miss Windsor,
you seem pretty exact about
when it was your son started carrying around this...
This weapon. A five-inch folding knife.
Yes, I am.
The incident took place on June the 9th, 2007.
Was it in the newspapers? No.
Do you somehow remember it because the police came to talk to Louis?
No, there was no police investigation.
Then how do you remember the exact date?
Were you given it before your testimony here today?
I remember the date
because I'll never forget the day I was attacked.
And Louis won't forget it, either. He found me in the house, tied up.
My clothes were ripped.
It was traumatic for him.
Mr. Minton, is there anything else you wish to ask?
No, Your Honor.
So, I've been thinking about those thousand razors.
We've had an offer. You can spend six months in a county jail.
Like I told you from the beginning,
no deals, no bargaining, I'm innocent.
Save it. You make the call. I don't give a shit.
You got my answer. Yes, I do. I'll pass it along.
You do that. Louis,
tomorrow,
I'm putting you on the stand.
I'm ready. You better be.
Hey, Earl.
There's something I need you to get for me.
Your Honor, the defense calls Louis Ross Roulet.
I knocked.
She looked through a side window and saw that it was me
and opened the door.
Then I walked past her toward the living room.
What happened next? Something hit me from behind.
I blacked out. I have no idea for how long.
Is that all?
When I woke up, two guys were sitting on me,
telling me not to move. I couldn't anyway. I was scared.
But you had blood on your sweater. And on your left hand.
Someone put it there because I didn't.
You didn't strike Miss Campo with your left fist?
No. Threaten to rape her? Threaten to kill her?
No, I am not that guy!
Do you have any idea what it's like to be accused of something like this?
To sit there and listen to people tell lies about you,
about your having done something this sick and depraved,
call you an animal, talk about your sex life, humiliate you?
Listen, I understand the process.
I know I had to sit there and be quiet and wait my chance,
but if guilty people have rights, then what about innocent people?
I am innocent!
I'm innocent and I want this behind me!
I have no further questions, Your Honor.
According to you, Miss Campo punched herself,
or she had someone she had never met
violently and viciously beat her as a part of a setup?
All I know is that I didn't. And this knife that you always carry.
How did she know she'd find it on you as part of the setup?
I guess she couldn't, could she?
I never take it out, I never show it to anyone,
so she must have just found it in my pocket after she,
or whoever, knocked me out. Isn't that right?
I would prefer if I asked the questions. Okay.
Mr. Roulet, I'd like you to take a...Take a look at this photo.
Tell me again.
Do you think Regina Campo would or could have done this to herself?
I don't know who did it, but it wasn't me.
Nobody deserves that to happen.
What do you mean by "deserves"?
Do you mean crimes of violence
only come down to a woman getting what she deserves?
I mean, no matter what she does, or who she is,
no woman deserves that.
I have nothing further, Your Honor.
Mr. Roulet, you are excused. Thank you.
The defense rests, Your Honor.
Before deciding to rest its case,
the state would like to take the night, Your Honor.
For what purpose? To consider a rebuttal witness.
What witness is he talking about? I have no idea.
The court will adjourn until 10:00 tomorrow.
Morning, Bill. Morning.
I want to go grab some coffee. You want some?
No, man. I'm off caffeine. Right. Say, is that the custody list?
Yeah.
Let me see if any of my no-good clients are on there.
Sure.
Lorna.
Okay, Minton's putting Corliss on. He's already in lockup.
That's great. Yeah, it's good.
How'd it go with you? Did you serve Kurlen?
Yes, I did. Okay. I'm going back to the courtroom.
Stand by.
Okay.
Hey, Haller, what is this bullshit? I have nothing to do with this case.
"Subpoena to appear as a witness. "
You'll just have to wait and see. It's a legal document, Detective.
Hey. Glad you made it. Working your magic?
I got a little something up my sleeve. See you later.
Mr. Minton, does the state have any rebuttal?
The state intends to call Dwayne Jeffrey Corliss
as a rebuttal witness, Your Honor.
Judge, who is this witness?
And why wasn't I told about him until now?
Bailiff, remove the jury.
A fair question. Mr. Minton.
Dwayne Corliss is a cooperating witness who spoke with Mr. Roulet
in custody following his arrest.
That's a lie! I didn't speak to anyone!
Be quiet, Mr. Roulet!
Mr. Haller, control your client.
Good. Let me take it from here.
Judge, I share my client's outrage.
And how long has the state been sitting on this testimony?
Mr. Corliss just came forward yesterday, Your Honor.
Yesterday? This is incredible.
Do you want to go back and talk to him? Given the timing, I'd allow it.
No. Thank you, though, Judge. I think we all know what this is.
Mr. Minton's putting a jailhouse snitch on the stand,
and everything he says will be a lie.
That's groundless, Your Honor.
I want my objection noted.
Then I'm going to rule. He can testify. Call the jury in.
May I ask one indulgence, Your Honor?
May I step into the hallway and make a call to an investigator
for whatever good it may do at this late date?
Thank you, Your Honor.
Yep, I'm here.
Come to the courthouse at exactly 10:15 with the printouts.
Mr. Corliss, are you incarcerated at this time?
No, now I'm just in a courtroom.
But you are currently being held
in the jail ward at USC hospital, correct?
Yeah. Since I got arrested.
For burglary and drug possession?
That's right. Now,
do you know the defendant?
Yeah. I met him in lockup.
We was bused over from jail.
Then we were together in the tank when we came for first appearances.
Did you talk at that time? Yeah.
Talked about how bad we needed cigarettes.
Anything else?
You know, "What are you in for?" Like that.
And did he say what he was in for?
He said, "For giving a bitch exactly what she deserved. "
Those were his words.
"For giving a bitch exactly what she deserved. "
Now, have I or anyone else promised you
anything in exchange for your testimony today?
No. It's just the right thing to do. Thank you, Your Honor.
How many times have you been arrested, Mr. Corliss?
About seven times in LA.
A couple more in Phoenix and New York, if you want to count those.
Yeah, so you know how the system works, yeah?
I try to survive. Right.
Does that sometimes mean ratting out fellow inmates?
Your Honor, I object.
Take a seat, Mr. Minton.
I gave you leeway bringing this witness in.
Thank you, Your Honor, but I'll rephrase.
What I'm asking you is how many times
have you snitched on a fellow inmate?
This makes my fourth. This makes your fourth time.
Four times you've testified for the prosecution against a fellow inmate.
It makes you a popular man, Mr. Corliss.
It sounds like people just come up to you,
tell you the crimes that they've committed,
so you can come in here and testify against them.
People talk to me. I'm a friendly guy.
You're a friendly guy? And you're saying you and my client were friends?
We was friendly.
So, he just said to you what you just told us and told the jury,
that he gave a woman "what she deserved"?
And then the two of you went back to talking about cigarettes?
Not exactly. It's like he was bragging.
He told me he did it before. Said the other time he killed the bitch.
He got away with it then, he'd get away with it now.
Mr. Haller.
I have no more questions, Your Honor.
Redirect, Your Honor.
What the hell is this?
You tell me.
What the hell did you say to this guy, huh?
Nothing. This is a setup. You're doing this.
How? How am I doing this?
You say he was bragging. How?
Well, like, he told me the details. Of the other one, that he killed.
She was a dancer at some club,
and she had a sexy snake tattoo wrapped around her body.
Did he say anything else? No.
The snake girl stuff was it.
How does he know this, Louis? Do you think I know?
No. If you didn't tell him this shit, somebody did.
I'd start thinking about who that could be.
Then I have no further questions, Your Honor.
Any recross from the defense?
A moment with my staff, Your Honor? Be quick.
Is it all here? Yeah.
Okay, good. Now listen, you go now. Leave the building.
I don't want anyone asking you questions,
you got it? Okay.
All right.
Dwayne. Mind if I call you that?
Sure, man. Wow on the assistant.
You're a funny guy, DJ.
"DJ."
Isn't that what they call you, for example, down in Phoenix?
Maybe.
Well, my assistant, the one whose number you want,
she was reading on the Internet about a DJ Corliss,
arrested in 1989 on drug charges, hometown of Mesa, Arizona.
Yeah, that'd be me. You do remember Fred Bentley, right?
Your Honor, where is the defense going with this?
Make a connection soon, Mr. Haller.
But the witness will answer.
I don't remember any Bentley. Sure you do.
You testified that he confessed to you
the crime that he was charged with.
Raping a 10-year-old girl. But he denied it in court.
Am I ringing any bells, DJ?
In 1989, I was high a lot. I don't...Not much I recall.
Then I'd like you to read this for us.
Your Honor, this is a news report from the Arizona Star, 1997,
eight years after Mr. Bentley was convicted.
I ask that it be admitted into evidence.
Your Honor, a news report?
Let's see where it takes us. The state can object later.
Thank you, Your Honor.
If you could read this for us, Mr. Corliss.
I've highlighted the part I'd like for you to read.
I'm not good at reading. That's okay. You can take your time.
We'll make it through it.
"A man, Frederick Bentley,
"wrongly convicted of rape, was released Saturday
"after conclusive DNA results cleared him of the crime.
"The case was bolstered at trial by testimony from an informant,
"DJ Corliss of Mesa, who claimed Bentley had bragged to him
"about the rape while together in the holding cell. "
That's enough. Thank you, Mr. Corliss.
Were you charged with perjury in this incident, DJ?
No, I was not.
Is that because the prosecution was complicit in your confession?
Judge!
Were you promised the same thing here, Mr. Corliss,
to say that Louis Roulet bragged to you in the holding cell?
Isn't that what happened? You lied then and you're lying now!
All right, Mr. Haller! That will do! Objection, Your Honor!
I'm sorry, Your Honor. I have no more questions.
I'm excusing the jury for an early lunch. Bailiff, see them out.
Mr. Minton, do you know what you have done?
You've put a documented liar on the stand,
a man with a record of putting innocent people in prison...
Your Honor. Shut the hell up when I'm talking to you!
I can think of nothing more prejudicial or corrupt
than what I just saw out there.
Do you realize what you've done to my trial?
He's going to talk to his boss to decide what they want to do
before the judge comes down with a directed verdict.
What's a directed verdict?
It's where the judge takes the case from the jury's hands,
declares an acquittal.
Oh, my God.
We'll know more in a few minutes.
I want to know how Corliss got that shit he's saying!
Maybe Frank Levin told him.
Maybe he found something and gave it to Corliss,
and that's why you killed him.
Court's back in session.
Your Honor, I spoke with the district attorney.
The state wishes to dismiss all charges.
You have the motion in front of you.
This is a motion to dismiss with prejudice.
Case closed. Yes, Your Honor.
Mr. Roulet, you're free to go. Court's adjourned.
Mr. Haller, thank you so much for my son. You're welcome.
You were splendid. Thank you.
I want the gun. Of course you do.
I want to talk.
Mr. Haller,
I insist you join us for dinner tonight for a celebration.
I don't think so. Louis Roulet,
you're under arrest. What do you think you're doing?
Be quiet, Mother. Hands behind your back!
What's the charge?
He's under arrest for the murder of Donna Renteria.
Everything that man said was a lie!
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning.
If you give up that right, anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand your rights as I've read them to you?
Hey! Look at me! Do you understand your rights?
Detective, can I have a word with him?
Well, that's it, Louis. I got you off.
Time to find yourself a new lawyer.
I've still got your gun.
And you're gonna have to explain how you got it.
Thank you, Detective. Come on, Louis.
Mary... Not a word. You get my kid out of jail.
Haller, you are one messed-up son of a bitch.
First you get your client off for assault,
only to burn him for murder.
You don't have enough to charge him with the Renteria murder, do you?
They've got enough to screw with him.
There's no way the DA was letting Roulet walk out of here,
not after what just happened.
I don't get you, Haller. Whose side are you on, anyway?
God damn it!
Earl!
Dude.
Hey, I'm sorry, boss. Look, I stepped away for half a minute, all right?
All right. All right, all right.
You can take the ticket out of my pay.
You don't make enough. This one's on me. Let's roll.
All right.
All right, let's go to the house, Earl.
Hey, boss. You know that favor you asked me?
A guy I know, he picked it up on the street. Real clean.
Hey, boss, be careful, all right? Yes, sir.
Mick, it's me. I tried you on your cell.
Sorry to interrupt your day with Hayley,
but you asked me to dig on Roulet.
Remember? You said you didn't buy it that all he had was parking tickets?
Well, I might have found...
Maggie, I got it.
I think I know why Frank Levin got killed. Yeah?
All right, call Lankford.
Have him pull up Roulet's driving record,
every ticket he ever got.
That's what Frank did.
He said he found Martinez's ticket out of the Q.
I just never knew what he meant.
Okay, done, but I have to tell you something.
They let Roulet go.
They didn't have enough to hold him. You were right.
I guess the family got involved.
Maggie, is Hayley with you? She's at my sister's. Why?
Go to your sister's, stay with Hayley, and wait for my call. You got it?
Okay.
Val, it's Mick Haller.
Hey, Mick, haven't heard from you
since you busted into my office
and accused me of conspiracy to commit murder, huh?
If I had any self-respect, I'd hang up on you right now.
It was Frank dying, all right? I was out of my head.
I need you to do me a favor. You need a favor? Okay.
You got more balls than a Chinese ping-pong tournament.
I'll give you that.
Listen, man, you can kick my ass later, all right? It's important.
Is Roulet still wearing the tracer? Yeah, yeah, he is, yeah.
I got a call. He's coming in the morning to get it off.
I guess they kicked him, huh?
Yeah. I need you to track him for me. Man, I can't.
I can't. I got a little biddy coming in a few minutes.
Val, Val! Stop whatever you're doing.
I need it, man. I need you to do it now. It's about my family.
Yeah?
It's me. He's headed up north on San Fernando.
Mick, I think he's headed for your house.
Do you want me to call the cops for you?
Bullshit.
I'm telling you, he just passed Dodger Stadium.
No, no, no, he's not going to my house, Val.
You're right, you're right, Mick.
He just shot past your street. He's not headed for your house.
I know where he's going.
Hello? You're welcome. No, it's all right. Don't worry about it.
Hello, Louis. My family's here.
I know. You bring your knife?
And my gun?
Maybe. Good.
'Cause I brought this.
You got one chance to turn around and leave.
And then what?
You gonna keep coming back every night? Every day?
Or just try to get me sent up to San Quentin like Jesus Martinez?
No.
I'm not quitting until Martinez is free and you're convicted of murder.
And when that needle goes in your arm,
that will be me.
Well, why don't you just shoot me right now?
I don't think I'll have to.
Hey!
That's my car! What are you doing?
Come on, now, get him up. Get up!
Hospital, not the morgue.
Hey, Mags. You were right, Mick. Roulet got a ticket
outside of Renteria's apartment on the night that she was murdered.
It's all gonna be on the DA's desk in the morning.
Where are you? Just about home.
What do you say I come pick up you and Hayley at your sister's place
in an hour and we go out for a nice dinner, huh?
Great. Yeah. See you in an hour.
Breaking and entering, huh?
Just like your son.
You knew, Mr. Haller.
You need to get the hell out of my house, Mrs. Windsor.
You knew. You set him up.
The only person who was set up here was me.
And how'd that turn out for you? You have no idea who we are.
I know that your son Louis
is going down for the murder of Donna Renteria.
I also know that I'm gonna
burn his ass for killing my friend, Frank Levin.
He didn't kill him. Yes, he did.
He beat the tracer and he killed him.
Look, I'm not gonna talk about it with you.
Now, for the last time, get the hell out of my house.
You're not listening to me. No, you're not listening to me.
Mrs. Windsor, get the hell out of my house.
I told you my son didn't kill Frank Levin.
I did.
911, what's your emergency?
I thought I told you to be careful, man.
Yeah, that's enough. Nobody till somebody shoots you.
Hey, boss, feeling all right? Yeah, Earl. Solid.
Yeah, I heard down at the courthouse that Martinez is out. Is that right?
Yeah, it is.
And Roulet, they're going for the death penalty on him?
Martinez is free.
Boss, we got company. Yeah, I see that.
Pull over up here to the left, say hello.
What do you say, Eddie?
You took one for the team, huh? Yeah.
Did you really shoot your client's mother?
Damn right I did. She shot me first.
Well, I'm glad you're better,
'cause my boy Harold, old hard case...
Don't tell me.
Yeah, he got caught with 50 kilos in his girlfriend's minivan.
The girlfriend's some cop's wife.
That doesn't help. No.
You're the only help he's got, Counselor.
All right. Call me with the details.
I gotta say, though, the way things went down,
I think we earned a little discount. Say, half your fee.
I tell you what, Eddie.
How about I do this one for free?
Are you sure you're feeling all right? Repeat customers, Earl.
We'll stick it to them next time.