The Defenders s01e08 Episode Script

All the gangsters in the building, put your hands up.
Let's do it.
I do it like a boss.
Keep tugging my clothes Going in the zone.
I'm sipping on Boss.
When you got it, everybody knows You ain't gotta floss.
Don't get me wrong It ain't no show.
I walk what I talk.
Hey, hey, hey.
I do it like a boss Bitch! Work it, champ.
There you go.
No retreat, no surrender.
Come on, Nick, get in there.
It's, uh It's Judge Bass.
She hates you.
Yeah.
That's right.
Hit her, Nick.
Right between the eyes.
Hit Judge Bass, come on.
Pete, you just made this a woman.
I can't hit a woman.
- It's vinyl, Nick.
- I know but you personified it.
All I'm seeing is a woman.
I can't swing at it.
Who was that judge who held you in contempt last month? Can we not put a face on it? Okay, come on.
Let me see that Nick power.
Grr, there you go.
Yeah.
Come on.
Hit that unspecified gym equipment.
Yeah.
Make it sorry it ever came off the factory line.
- Unh! Hey.
- Whoa.
- What are you doing? - The phone.
You bring your cell phone when we're working out? You're working out, I'm working.
Could be important.
Yeah.
All right, you win.
Come on, you killed that thing.
Let me have that.
All right.
Chasing the youth.
It's the athlete's folly.
Yeah.
Well, I guess I should just crawl up and die gracefully, huh? Oh, man, I'm not saying all that.
I'm saying you need to change up your game a little bit.
Bounce.
What's that? You telling me to leave? - No.
That's my name.
- Oh.
You a shark, huh? Well, I guess.
So, Bounce, what did you do? Oh, no, it's not me.
No.
I'm a music producer.
It's this young rhymer that I'm producing.
His name is Killa Diz.
His first album is about to drop.
He got himself into a little bit of trouble.
Killa Diz, what is that? Irish? Killa Diz was performing at Club Duel, all right? And there was a shooting.
Hey.
Two people were killed.
Turns out he had history with one.
And he hopped up on stage and they got into it.
- Into it? - Called him out.
Called him a punk-ass bitch.
They start going back and forth.
- You know how it goes.
- But in the end, two people are dead.
Who is the other one? Innocent bystander, schoolteacher.
- Single mother.
- Ohh Police took him in for questioning, but they didn't charge him.
Well, not yet anyway.
It's not good, Bounce.
Bounce says the kid swears up and down that everybody has got it wrong.
Says he was out of the club before the shooting happened.
No alibis, though.
Single mom, teacher.
Might as well stomp a kitten to death in front of the jury.
Well, Bounce says this kid is hard to wrangle.
He's playing a show tonight.
So at the very least, I'll be able to get up on stage and bust some freestyle rhymes I've been working on.
Cool.
Then we're going clubbing.
- I got one.
- From the website? The new chat function I set up.
Yeah.
Not sure that's the most lawyer-y of images.
- It's gonna bring clients.
- It's gonna bring in hounds.
- Woof.
- Don't be afraid of the modern world.
I am not afraid.
I just don't like it.
I mean, we've had a ten-minute conversation and you haven't even looked at me once.
Okay, his name is Rico? RICO is what he's being charged with.
Racketeer Influenced Corrupt Organization Act.
No.
No.
We're not gonna take it.
You can't trust these whack jobs on the Internet.
He's got 11 counts, he's a paying client, and it's juicy.
- We're going.
Hook it up, Zoey.
- Okay.
Yeah.
Okay, Simon, you're being charged No, stop.
That's the whole problem.
I'm not Simon.
Yeah, well, you're booked as Simon Towers.
But my name is Quinn O'Hallohan.
Simon is the slimy rat bastard who set me up.
He did these crimes.
But you got caught attaching routers to the ATM at the casino, right? Yeah, okay, I did that one.
But the fraud, the Internet theft, all the other ones Simon did.
So who's he? He's this hacker punk into way bigger stuff.
Sniffer codes, war driving.
He's stealing millions a day.
He convinced me and my girlfriend to work with him.
But then when I got popped, the cops found a bogus ID in my room with my face and his name on it.
- Then - Whoa, there's a girlfriend? Who? Alexis.
We're cyber samurais.
We met at MIT.
Started scamming casinos for credit, hotel suites, black hat prankstering.
Black hat? Well, white hat is using tech fu to help businesses, so black hat - Tech fu? - Our problem now is we don't exist.
We erased our driver's licenses, socials, school records, everything.
We have no digital footprints.
Well, why would you do something like that? So we could stay off the grid.
Your girlfriend, where is she now? I don't know.
But if he set me up, there's no telling what he might do to her.
Please, she's all I have in this world.
You gotta get me out of here.
I need to find her and prove I'm not Simon.
Cyber samurais.
You're gonna try to tell me you have any idea who the hell this kid is? - Website is still a good idea.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
Maybe we can get a pirate next time.
Or, hey, how about a ninja client from the Internet, Pete? Bounce told me he was sending some sharks over.
Call me Killa Diz.
Uh, I'm not gonna call you that.
- Call me Diz.
- All right, Diz.
So, what happened the other night? Me and Ric-Ric was going back and forth on stage.
Dude started talking trash, trying to interfere with my show.
He's a punk.
Always has been.
Anyways, I finish rhyming, left stage.
- Somebody shot him.
- But not you? I did not shoot Ricky.
I wasn't even at the club then.
I did my set and I split.
Who are those guys staring at you? That's Ric-Ric's crew.
Want blood, I suspect.
Good-Iooking group.
Clean cut.
- I'm gonna need - Look, I need to get back to my money.
I'll holler at y'all afterwards.
Don't lie, Nick.
This is your regular Wednesday night, isn't it? Yeah, yeah, you would think so.
I always figured you for a brother, Morelli.
Come on.
What, do you take Wednesday night, officer, you can boogie oogie oogie, detective? No.
I got more questions for Killa Diz.
Yeah.
Well, why don't you write them down and submit to me and I'll see if I can pass them along? No.
I'll think I'll keep an eye peeled.
Things are looking a little tense.
You got six coppers on the dance floor, of course it's gonna be tense.
Yo, laying down his latest rhyme.
Killa Diz! Put your hands up.
I say Black Jays The game they be all red.
Pool full of blood on the ground Ricky's dead.
Tell the cops and his crew I've left him in a ditch.
I put two slugs In that punk-ass bitch.
He did not just do that.
What the hell is he doing? He's got some stones, Morelli, I'll give him that.
Bullets fly I pulled the trigger on his ass.
Now he on the ground.
Well, that sounded like a confession to me.
This is what I found.
Look at me, look at me.
What? Damn it.
How the hell do you tell me you didn't do it one second and then you scream to a bunch of cops - that you did? - It wasn't for the cops.
It was for Ric-Ric's crew.
Case number 35B022275.
The State of Nevada v.
Darryl Hamilton on the two counts of murder in the first.
- How do you plead? - Not guilty.
- Not guilty.
- You're a lying punk, D.
Silence! Come on, man.
Your Honor, we request bail.
Granted.
Bail is set at 500,000.
- Come on.
- Okay, we'll get you out of here.
You're gonna get dropped! Get down! Get off of me! I'm requesting lower bail, Your Honor.
My client isn't even the man named in the charge.
Going with "it wasn't me"? Your Honor, Simon Towers is an extreme flight risk, - prone to dodging the law.
- Extreme flight risk, - prone to dodging the law.
- Come on, Tom.
Simon Towers might be a flight risk.
Problem is my client is Quinn O'Hallohan.
Mr.
Towers has many aliases.
This is just the most recent.
You're getting duped by your client, Pete.
Bail remains at $1 million.
What about Alexis? Got any leads? Let's just stay focused on who the hell you are and somehow proving you're not Simon.
I'll be in touch.
Okay.
Maybe I was wrong about this Internet deal.
I mean, is he Simon or is he Quinn? Does his girlfriend exist? And who am I defending? You know what, Zoey? You're right.
I'm just gonna call him Rico.
I think it's romantic.
Just the two of them anonymous together.
No link to anyone in the world.
They're like a cyber Bonnie and Clyde.
You do know how Bonnie and Clyde's story ended, right? They got away.
If they were these great soul mates, she wouldn't be in the wind.
- She'd be coming for him.
- She's scared and hiding.
She's poorly conceived and nonexistent.
Okay, we need to focus on the strategy that downplays the violence in this culture.
Hey, hey, hey.
Stand tall, Killa, all right? You project what you are.
That's what I'm talking about right there.
For the duration of this murder trial, could we not refer to him as Killa? Heh.
Okay.
You know that that's just an identity.
You know, it's the stock and trade of our business.
Now he needs a point of view.
So when we go "Go, Killa," I mean, that's not to say it's necessarily God's truth.
You understand? Okay.
All right, so it's a persona.
- Right, right.
- Okay, I get this.
I mean, do I really think that Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings are outlaw cowboys? No, of course not.
Of course not.
But their personas bleed into the lyrics and that is our legal argument.
- First Amendment, artistic license.
- All right, all right.
Here it is.
At the end of the day, I just don't wanna get jammed up once this is said and done.
Wait, what do you mean? What I mean is we worked very hard to get here, to prepare and sell you in a specific way.
Now, I'm not so eager to get on the microphone and say this is all a ruse, that we created Killa Diz.
Ha-ha-ha.
You know, everything that you worked for will be taken away.
Is that what you want? All right, record sales aside, legally, it's moot.
We argue that it doesn't matter what Darryl Killa Diz Hamilton sings in a song.
It's a song.
And it's not admissible as criminal evidence.
And once we open that door, Your Honor, we're gonna walk a fine line of censorship.
I mean, think about it.
Eric Clapton is coming to town.
We better get the cuffs out because he shot the sheriff, you know.
And we've been letting Mr.
Clapton flaunt it for all these years.
Given the lyrics cite specifics of the crime, that policemen were present, that Killa Diz seemed to be speaking to them, we believe the song shouldn't just be included as evidence - but as a confession.
- Oh, come on.
- Did you finish law school? - What? Did you finish law school? - Yeah.
Harvard Law.
- Really? - Top of my class, buddy.
Top of my - Top of my ass.
Moreover, we have physical evidence corroborating the admission.
- What physical evidence? - We just sent it to you.
- I didn't get nothing.
- This court agrees regardless of the physical evidence.
The song is admitted into trial.
What physical evidence? Hello? Hey, it's Quinn O'Hallohan.
I'm, uh Hi, Quinn, I know who you are.
I thought you were in jail.
So you're the lovely flower that I've been chatting with.
You're even lovelier in almost real life.
You know, you just became my favorite active client? Who am I kidding? You already were.
Do you need Pete? No, that's okay.
Do you have my case number? Sure.
Okay, it is 64R110845.
- Anything else? - No.
I'll see them and you after I post my bail.
Look forward to meeting you.
Bye.
I'm a lovely flower.
Well, here's your physical evidence.
Bad cell phone video.
Grr.
Technology, bad.
All right, freeze it.
Okay.
That's Ric-Ric.
That's Margaret, the teacher.
Now, let it roll again.
Okay, right there.
And that is Diz? - How can you tell it's Diz? - Looks like the hoodie - that he was wearing.
- But all those kids wear that stuff.
A jury might think it's Diz.
All right, we should hear "candy-ass bitch" right now.
Because that's what the bartender over here said he heard Diz say before the gunshots.
- Candy-ass bitch.
- Right.
- bitch! - There it is.
Oh.
That's tough.
That is cold.
All right, here's the lyrics he sang last night at the club.
"Black says the game's all red, pool of blood on the ground.
Ricky is dead.
Tell the pigs and Ric-Ric's crew I left him in a ditch.
Put two slugs in that punk-ass bitch.
" The song is gonna kill us.
Bitch! Oh We met at a book signing.
William Gibson, cyber godfather.
He wrote Neuromancer.
Hot geek girls, man.
There is no greater perfect.
Even Gibson could tell.
He signed hers "to Molly Millions.
" She's the badass samurai chick in the book.
So, what are you doing? Trying to find her cyber trail.
Looks like she hasn't been online.
She's probably scared to get on.
What's she like? Alexis? Four years later, my stomach still dances when she puts her hand on my cheek.
Hey.
Hey.
How did you get out? Bail.
Bail? Your bail was a cool million, Rico.
So unless you traded a lot of cigarettes My office.
Now.
- How did you get out, Rico? - Stop calling me that.
Then stop lying to me.
All right.
I hacked my way out.
I broke through the court system firewall, which is a joke by the way, - and I posted my bail.
- You what? According to the state, I've legally posted bail.
- There's nothing to worry about.
- No, stop.
La, la, la.
- Don't say anything else.
- I'm Don't say anything else.
Just wait right here.
And don't touch my computer.
- What is it? - Uh Let's just pretend, theoretically, that a client hacked his or her way into the court's computer system and fake-posted their bail.
What do you think the ethical boundaries on that would be for his or her attorneys? Clearly defined.
Hazy? Hazy-ish? You're kidding me? - He's a fugitive? - Technically, it's all on the up and up.
Technically, that's exactly what it's not.
Pete, come on.
What I'm saying is the court is none the wiser.
I know, but you are.
- You know.
- Well, at least he's not running, Nick.
He did come here, he wants to help work the case and find his girlfriend.
Look at what your little techno goo-goo, - kung fu cyber, gackass brought us.
- Yes.
A fascinating case - with a potentially innocent victim.
- Innocent? Pete, go in there and tell "the Matrix" that he better jump back into his computer and get his ass back to that chain gang before somebody notices.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, how is someone not going to notice that? And once we enter trial, we're going to have extreme prejudice.
We're dead, Pete.
More discovery on Diz just sent from the DA's office.
Oh, man.
Hey.
Hey.
You get off that computer.
It says here three months before your 18th birthday, you got into a fight and ended up putting a kid in the hospital.
Punctured his lung.
Not bad, Diz.
I mean, that means you got some power - in your uppercut.
- First off, it wasn't even like that.
There was two of them and they came after me with a knife.
All the judge saw was a gangster rapper and didn't care.
Gave me a year in juvie.
Hey, they can't use that.
Juvie records are supposed to be sealed.
Well, thank you, counselor.
But it can be admitted as a prior bad act if it qualifies under the law, and in this case, it does.
So we gotta control how the jury sees this.
All right.
As long as he doesn't look like the weakling.
Now, how does callow look on the defense stand? Well, it looks pretty good when we get a not guilty verdict.
Worry about your record sales later.
All right, Diz, what's gonna come first? Your career or your life? I think - I got her.
It's Alexis.
- Oh, my God.
- My God, how? - An alias she uses just went active.
I can track her IP signature, then hone in on her like you would a GPS in a car or a cell phone.
See? Oh, wow, cool.
Diggity.
Pete.
Pete.
Oh, no.
He and Lisa left.
Um, Nick.
Um He's not coming back till later.
Okay.
Uh - I got it.
- The Ionian Casino.
She's inside.
I can triangulate which room at the location.
- Pete? We got her.
- What? Who? - Alexis.
- Where is she? Quinn found her cyber whatever.
She's at the Ionian.
He has to go there, pull some Bonnie and Clyde computer triangle stuff.
- Okay.
- Tell him not to go without me.
Wait for me or I'll have you both fired.
Hey, he's gonna meet you there in the casino lobby.
Wait for him.
Don't go in or he'll fire you.
Or maybe he meant me.
Either way, it was more of a growl - than a human voice.
- Okay.
Here.
I'm sorry it's nondescript diet, so See, this is how you throw a curveball: It's all in the wrist and grip.
You know, I could never get mine to break.
- You played ball? - Yeah.
In school.
Used to throw about a 70.
- Ooh.
That's not bad.
- It wasn't good enough.
I couldn't hit it.
Here.
We keep spares around here to loan clients.
You mean the broke ass clients.
And people who are waiting for their record deals to pay off.
Come on.
Looks like church clothes to me.
I'm good.
Come on, come on.
That's the point.
We want you looking like an altar boy tomorrow.
Why I gotta look like an altar boy? Is it any different than trying to sell yourself off as a stone-cold killer? - That's what Bounce says works.
- Yeah, Bounce.
He deals in product.
All you are is a column of numbers to him.
But you know that, right? Come on, try it on.
Yeah, that's better.
Hey, now, look, I know you're scared.
- You got Ric-Ric's boys after you, - Hold up.
- scared of prison.
I know - I ain't never scared.
Heh.
The hell you ain't.
You're really smart.
You know this is the time to be really, really scared.
We can beat this.
All we gotta do is convince the jury tomorrow of who you really are.
Darryl Hamilton, not Killer Diz.
The boy who could throw that breaking ball.
- Darryl Hamilton, huh? - Yeah.
I'm not even sure I remember who that kid is anymore.
Yeah, you do, son.
I promise.
Now, let's put that kid in a suit.
Alexis should be in there.
Simon could be with her.
Well, getting an ice bucket upside the head by a cyber hooligan is how I was hoping to end my evening anyway.
Roll the dice, Rico.
- FBI.
- Craps.
- You go into trials before? - Yeah.
Lots.
And it's a good thing.
Everything out in the open, you know.
Unless they flip the switch on your ass and you end up in prison.
That's why it's important that you have a kick-ass attorney.
And luckily for you Hey, man, you look good in that suit.
I'm just sorry my mom ain't gonna see me in it.
It's been a while.
Diz! Diz, no! Damn it.
Diz! Sir, please return to your car.
- Go back to your car, sir.
- All right.
Faking a signal.
Not bad.
I didn't know your tech fu was that strong.
Oh, we get by, counselor.
We're not as good as your client, but then again we operate within the law.
Alexis.
Where is she? Why do you want her? Because of the roughly $300 million of damage Simon Towers is responsible for.
Three hundred million dollars? He set off sniffer codes.
Hacking programs that intercept payment data so high up that it chained its way all the way up to Wall Street.
And she's our only lead to the real Simon.
Wait.
Are you saying you know he's not Simon? We've been investigating Simon Towers for three years.
Your client's been on our radar for a while.
When the state charged him, we had a 302 on the file concluding he's Quinn O'Hallohan.
Well, hot damn.
I guess I can stop calling you Rico.
How? Did I miss something? Yeah.
We're the FBI.
- What do you want with him now? - Alexis was seen with Simon, Monday.
And I'm gonna give you a little incentive.
The 302 that we have concluding he's Quinn O'Hallohan, without it, you're pretty much buried at trial tomorrow.
But if you bring her in, I'll give you the 302 for state and immunity from federal.
Well, we're gonna need this deal in writing before he cooperates.
Not on this planet.
Clock is ticking.
- I don't know where D is, okay? - Do you have any idea where he would go? Okay, how about this? Do you think he actually killed Ric-Ric and that woman? I don't know, but I doubt it.
- Did you? - Ha-ha-ha.
Come on.
You've been fighting me the whole time on the sales and marketing.
Makes a guy think.
Boxer, look, what have I done except my job? Bounce, the kid looks up to you.
All right? You're confusing him.
You're distracting the kid.
Come on, I'm not his daddy.
And I've been straight up on that.
You're a chicken hawk.
Come on, these kids should know it.
- All of them.
They should know it.
- I give these kids a chance.
- Yeah.
- When I see it.
Is there a downside? Of course, there is.
Do I stand to make a gain from it? - Yes.
- Yeah, okay.
A hundred thousand units if he's innocent, a million if he's guilty.
And if he gets killed while on the run, what, is that ten million? You know what, puncher? If you had an ear, you would do okay in this business.
What makes you think I don't have an ear? Johnny Fed wasn't wrong last night.
We're staring down the barrel of a shotgun with State in the morning.
- Kaczmarek and Morelli, please hold.
- What? Where the hell is Zoey? I don't know.
Where have you been? - Kaczmarek and Morelli, please hold.
- Stop that.
You're saying our name backwards.
Now, what's going on here? Well, we tracked a signal last night thinking it was Alexis, but it turned out to be the feds.
Wait a minute, you walked into a fed setup? - We didn't know it was them.
- That's my point, Peter.
You walked into an uncontrolled situation based on this techno kamikaze, ninja-fu crap.
- Nick - No.
You're not using your head, Pete.
Come on.
When you find a suspect, you gotta call the U.
S.
Marshals for crying out loud.
Relax, angry white man.
They know he's Quinn O'Hallohan - and not Simon.
- All right, that's good news.
But they won't share the 302 with the state unless Alexis surrenders and cooperates.
Sounds like the jerks they are.
You're asking me to turn her in with no guarantee they'll give her immunity.
And we still haven't even found her.
- Oop.
- Where is Zoey? Kaczmarek and Morelli, please hold.
Stop saying it backwards.
- Well, then you answer the phones.
- I will.
- I'll answer it.
Kaczmarek-Morelli - Yeah.
Do you get a good signal in here? I barely know what I'm doing with those things.
I mean, I know a little.
Not like my boss.
He's basically a caveman.
But we're working with a guy now who knows everything.
He showed me a little technical blah-blah.
He calls himself cyber samurai.
But he's crazy in love with this girl and just wants to find Molly Millions.
Quinn sent me.
It's okay.
That boss I told you about, he's Quinn's lawyer.
He's with us.
Quinn sent you? Is he alive? Is he in jail? Is? So he found me? Not exactly.
He and my other boss, they got duped by the feds who set up a phony signal.
They got detained.
- So he's okay? - Yeah, he's fine.
I kept tracking you like he showed me.
I figured you might be thinking about how you met.
He told me about Neuromancer.
And I found you logged on as Molly Millions.
I power read that thing.
I didn't understand any of it, but I think it was awesome.
You guys are totally cool.
A cyber Bonnie and Clyde.
Bonnie and Clyde got killed by the cops.
Really? If we can't find Alexis we're cooked.
That's it.
Hey.
Did you ever think if you just didn't go see Tron as a kid? Hey, look at this.
It just showed up on the Internet.
I say no matter what I say Ain't nobody gonna listen.
About to paint a picture You may wanna pay attention.
I didn't drop Ricky.
So why are you trying to kill me? I know you want me dead Or locked up, well, eventually.
All these breezies Want a little piece of me.
I'm like a book that's misunderstood.
You'll never understand me.
Look how many hits it has.
Everybody is watching it.
All right, look, you're a cyber whiz, right? Come on, Spock, can you tell me what computer this video came from? Yeah, I can try.
As long as the IP address Try? Don't tell me try.
Can you do it or not? - Yes.
- If you find it you're gonna do what? I'm gonna go get him.
Oh, I see.
So you're relying on this technical karate jibberjabber to run into an uncontrolled situation because your chalkboard and your abacus wasn't enough help? Jeez, Nick, why don't you send in the U.
S.
Marshals, for crying out loud? - Ha, ha.
- Got it.
3319 Stone Brook.
- It's North Vegas.
- All right, Nick, let's go.
No, no.
Wait, wait, wait.
You, you're fat and ugly.
- Hello? - Diz? - Anyone here? - Diz, are you here? What the hell is this place? Well, a place where he hangs.
Ahh.
I think we got something.
- Is that a camera? - I think so.
Oop, looks like this is what he just recorded.
"All these breezies want a little piece of me.
I'm like a book that's misunderstood.
You'll never understand me.
Rest in peace, Candi.
I do this for your family.
" Go back.
What was that Candi thing? "Rest in peace, Candi.
I do this for your family.
Heard that you finally got away from that crazy boy Mackie.
" - Sounds like he's - Talking about the other victim.
- Yeah.
- Who else would he be talking about? Candi.
Candi If Margaret the teacher was Candi Candi spelled with an I.
- Yeah, like you would a nickname.
- Yeah.
Candy-ass bitch.
- Candy-ass bitch.
- Candi - But it was so loud in the club.
- Yeah.
They could have said "Candi" - "You bitch.
" - Yeah.
Candi, you bitch.
And if Candi is Margaret, Margaret was the target.
And Ric-Ric was the innocent bystander.
Cops got it backwards.
What's this Mackie thing? "Finally got away from that crazy boy Mackie" - Yeah - Well, well.
Can't say I'm surprised.
- Detective.
- Where is he? Diz? We don't know.
We tracked his IP address from what I guess is that computer.
And here I find you.
Yeah.
No, we did the same thing.
We just got here.
Morelli, that's aiding and abetting.
Whoa, what? Aiding and Cuff them.
They're under arrest.
Cuff? Detective, what are you doing? Detective, we're not aiding Jerk.
Okay, what we have here is a data trail that tells a story that is not true.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury Zoey.
Oh, my God.
- Really? - What, are you made of stone? I'm gonna buy you a teddy bear.
A big, pink, fluffy teddy bear.
Teddy bears aren't pink.
When I saw the cops raiding the hotel room, I split.
I've been squatting ever since.
I wanted to keep track of you to see if you got out, but I didn't know if I should get online or not.
I thought they might be watching.
They were.
Simon.
Did he try anything? He tried this sleazy "it's just you and me now, babe" line, but He didn't think I'd figure out it was him that set you up? - Son of a - They're offering you a deal - but not me? - Well, they know he's not Simon and they're offering him immunity, plus his identity back but only if you lead them to Simon.
Can you? He mentioned doing a job on Johnny Green at the Florentine.
- I know where he's staying.
- Great.
They want you to surrender first to confirm you can lead them to Simon.
It's twisted.
I know it's a Catch-22, but you only get immunity if you surrender.
Excuse me a second.
- Hello? - Yeah, Pete, I need you to find out if that second victim at the rap concert had any aliases.
Hold on.
Where are you? Specifically a Candi.
And I need you to do a complete background check including any TROs that she might have on file against an ex-boyfriend or an ex-husband.
Oh, and come down to County and bail me and Lisa out.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Ja You're in jail? Okay.
So I guess running into an uncontrolled situation didn't really work out for you, did it? Just come down here and bail me out, will you? That might take a little time.
I have a little work I gotta do on the old website there.
And I think I have a hair cut coming up in about an hour, so Will you stop screwing around and get down and get me out of here? Come on, the popo is about to throw me in the clink.
- Popo? - Yeah.
I've been exposed to this rap music lately.
It's getting all up in my hizzy, yo.
For real, dawg.
Aiding and abetting a fugitive, Morelli? You should know better.
Yo.
Margaret Jackson was nicknamed Candi.
Her ex-boyfriend, this sweetheart named Mackie, he did two years in Lompoc for Wait for it Domestic violence.
Miss Jackson filed a restraining order.
It wasn't granted, that's why you missed this.
He's roughly Diz's height and weight - But all of the witnesses - Couldn't tell, couldn't hear.
They didn't hear "candy-ass bitch.
" They heard "Candi, you bitch.
" Ric-Ric wasn't the target.
Candi was.
Just check it out.
I guarantee you, you'll find bullets, GSR, the gun, something.
Please, I swear to God I'll donate double to the policeman's ball every year.
Does anybody even go to that? Listen, even if you're right about the boyfriend, Dizzy is still on the hook for jumping bail, obstructing justice, and making false confessions.
Fine, fine.
But let's get the murder charge dropped first, Your Honor.
Do you have her? - Where are they? - Well, here's a deal, Agent Solo.
Hi, how are you? We did find Alexis last night.
Sadly, I don't know where they are now.
But I do know how to get in contact with them.
Okay.
What's the game? Same immunity deal for Alexis that you're giving Quinn.
I represent her too now, by the way.
And she knows where Simon is.
Says you.
Mm.
May I use your computer? Thank you.
Okay, let's see if I remember how to do this.
No peeking, Agent Solo.
And there we go.
Hey, is Alexis there? - Yeah.
- Great.
Alexis Coates, this is Agent Solo.
You remember Quinn.
Say hi, kids.
Okay.
You know the whereabouts of Simon Towers? Yeah, I know where he is.
I hacked onto his cell phone account an hour ago to spot-check him.
- I'm gonna need those coordinates.
- Ub-ub-ub.
That's about it.
Say bye, kids.
And there you go.
You get immunity for Alexis, you get Simon.
I'm also gonna need that 302 about now.
I assume you have all the paperwork ready? I, uh, have power of attorney.
Tom.
Oh, my.
You have so much evidence against Simon.
Yeesh.
Damn right.
Got your boy dead to rights, Kaczmarek.
Huh.
And all I have is this one little piece of paper.
All rise.
The honorable Judge Lowery presiding.
Sit.
Your Honor, hi.
Before we proceed, I'd really like to point out to the court that my client is not Simon Towers.
Your Honor, Mr.
Kaczmarek is just He's being cute.
It's part of his defense My defense is irrelevant, Your Honor.
Approach.
Your Honor, my client, Quinn Just wave, Quinn.
Not Simon Towers.
He's Quinn O'Hallohan.
And has been a person of interest in an ongoing federal investigation.
The conclusion of which is right here.
Federal agents, as we speak, are setting up a sting for the real Simon Towers.
And here he is right now.
Looks like they already got him.
Wave Simon.
Wow, that timing was perfect.
Almost as if I planned it.
I'm sorry, Tom, I lied.
I actually had more than a piece of paper.
I also had a shaggy-Iooking guy in handcuffs.
Look at that, huh? City built on the gamble.
You know, I thought Bounce might wanna keep you running.
Flashier for the marketing campaign and all.
No.
- But he do wanna take me in.
- Hm.
Told him I wanted to meet with you first.
Well, thanks.
You're gonna look at six months here.
For all the bail jumping and obstruction charges that mounted.
Yeah.
- That's cool.
- Cool? There ain't nothing cool about that and you know that.
How long did it take you to learn to throw that curveball? I know where you're going at with this.
That would never be a reality.
Now, rapping, I actually got a shot at.
- And it's what I'm best at.
- I know, but there's more than one way to do that too.
I mean, Bounce's way, Killer Diz, is how you end up dead or doing time.
Look where you're heading now.
I know it's not all about the flash like Bounce says.
I know who he is.
I mean, what makes you think I won't know when to jump anyways? Because now is the time to jump and you ain't jumping.
Maybe.
But I had enough getting run around by every damn person I meet.
I mean, maybe six months in the pen is worth it.
It's a lot better than what I can do on my own.
Are you sure? Come on, you get one shot at this.
Why not sell yourself for who you are? Who you really are.
Nobody is buying.
Yo, Killa.
I appreciate you fighting for me.
All right, kids, three years probation.
- No computers.
And for six months - Yeah.
Stay on the grid.
You know Morelli-Kaczmarek are the most searched lawyers in Las Vegas? - We are? - You are now.
Anytime someone searches "Las Vegas lawyer.
" Aw, I'm begging you, please.
We did it before we signed the deal with the feds.
What happened to pencil and paper, the phone book, the yellow pages? Okay, why don't you get out of here before he explodes low-tech all over you? - Come on.
- Bye, guys.
You are the coolest people I met all month.
Don't give me your guff.
You can't make me cynical.
Z, if your house spontaneously exploded with your grandmother still in it, you would still not be cynical.
And for that we love you.
You know, you pulled the rabbit out of a hat this time, Pete.
But you are crazy if you think this little website idea of yours is gonna get you another win.
I'll get the wins all by my bad self.
But the clients, it's a world of opportunity.
Come on, it's a world of whack jobs, wing nuts and weirdos.
Who needs lawyers more than whack jobs and weirdos? Don't you think we should have a higher standard? Nick, it's Vegas.
We represent Elvis impersonators and porn stars.
Think of the website as a huge virtual billboard.
- Not another billboard.
Come on, man.
- Do the stance.
Come on, do the stance.
Do it.
Come on, Nick.
Do it.
Defenders.
Yeah.
Ha-ha-ha.
You're just You're fat and ugly.
And you are skinny and beautiful.
Thank you, Mr.
Kaczmarek.
You're welcome, Mr.
Morelli.