Harry's Law (2011) s02e02 Episode Script
There Will Be Blood
Previously on Harry's Law Harry, I just have to say, opening up a shingle with "Harry A.
Corn" Whoa.
You do not work with me.
We share an office space.
Hey, Harry.
Cassie Reynolds.
It's a pleasure to be here.
You got a personal life? Get rid of it.
I own you now.
- Hey, Harry! - Ollie Richard.
What do you want, Ollie? I represent Eric Sanders.
Did you say Eric Sanders? The guy who killed his wife!? - Is there more? - Supposedly there is a journal entry - where he talks about killing his wife.
- "How joyous it would be to creep up" "from behind and smash her head like a mellon" Great.
I was framed.
There are countless people who hated my wife, who had access to my home and my journals.
Since you're an ex-D.
A.
, you can also serve as our liaison with the prosecutor.
Who is that anyway? Uh, Roseanna Remmick.
Did you say Roseanna Remmick? Hosanna Roseanna? You must have another agenda here.
Unless you're a dope.
Are you a dope, Harry? Don't say you can't win this! Now, why don't you just tell her? Isn't the idea to bring her up to speed? Just tell her! We need to get your dad out of lockup.
You actually believe he could be innocent? Shut up and let me argue my motion.
All right.
$10 million bond, $2 million cash.
We're adjourned.
This woman is a problem.
I want her removed.
- Harry Korn? - What's going on? Please stand and put your hands behind your back.
- What the hell is going on here? - You're under arrest - for jury tampering.
- Do not talk, Harry.
- This is all her.
- Who? Hosanna.
Who else? She's trying to discredit me with the judge and jury.
- I will meet you at the station.
- Me, too.
Yeah, but in the meantime, you deliver a message to Ms.
Remmick.
Harry, be quiet.
Harry's Law 2x02 - There Will Be Blood Original air date September 28, 2011 What the hell is going on? What's going on is she had me arrested for jury nullification.
She hauled me into court in handcuffs.
I lost half a day trying to get it kicked.
Jury nullification is not a defense; it's tampering.
- Ms.
Korn has stooped to it repeatedly.
- You had her arrested because she mopped your ass in court.
I don't appreciate the vulgarity, Mr.
Richard.
Wait.
You actually had her arrested? The suspect has routinely mocked the law, prevailing on juries' sympathies to free underprivileged criminals.
It's cynical, it's indecent, it's tampering, and it's illegal.
Look, they got the matter dismissed.
Why all the hoo-ha? Dismissed after you poisoned me with the jury pool.
Oh, please.
If I wanted to do that, I'd have busted you for smoking pot.
You're a spiteful, pathetic bitch.
And you're a fat little troll.
All right.
Ms.
Remmick, I'm not happy.
Any more of this nonsense and it'll be you in handcuffs, - do you understand me? - Of course, Your Honor.
I do apologize.
I'm simply trying to be a good steward of the criminal justice system and safeguard it against those who might exploit it.
We'll see you all in court.
I was one second away from decking her.
I'm not kidding.
I'm not kidding.
Harry, it's what she does, it's part of her M.
O.
She tries to rattle the defense counsel, get you to lose focus.
I want to kill her.
Huh, sounds pretty focused to me.
Come on, Harry, stop it.
We don't have time for this.
I don't care what the rest of you are working on.
Until this trial is over, this will be your priority.
We're on a mission now.
You hear me? What have you got? Okay.
Her.
The maid.
Fired by the victim ten days before she was murdered.
She was verbally abused by the victim, she was live-in, knew the keypad code, and here's the best part: she doesn't have an alibi.
I say our best shot is to say she did it, that woman right there.
There was a lot of blood in that bathroom, not a hint that any of it was tracked in the rest of the house.
She's a cleaner by trade, slick.
Take it outside? Harry, if we say housekeeper, the issue for the jury then becomes housekeeper versus husband.
That's not a choice that we want to give them.
There's way more evidence against our client.
Well, we have to implicate somebody.
Wrong.
Take it outside? It's possible this was an accident.
She bangs her head on the tub, she tries to get up, she slips, she falls, she bangs her head again, she's half-conscious, every time she tries to get up, she falls again bang, bang, bang.
I've got an M.
E.
that says it's plausible.
There's your reasonable doubt.
Okay, wise guy, look at this.
This is called castoff spatter.
You don't get castoff spatter from falling down.
I've got a dozen experts to testify otherwise.
Oh, experts.
Juries hate experts.
Who is this pinhead? All right, take it outside.
Take it outside? Why don't you go outside, I'll meet you there.
Hey, Ollie, would you please stop saying that? What's going on? Why is everyone suddenly acting like two-year-olds? Because we're in the toilet.
We're four days before trial and we've got no defense.
Whoa.
Let's all just take a breath.
The burden is on the prosecution here, not us.
They have no witness and no murder weapon.
Add to that, a victim with a lot of enemies.
Cassie, in case you forgot, the entry in the journal was the blueprint for the murder.
Yes, and someone could have read it and framed him.
Guys, if we don't keep our heads, we are in the toilet.
Okay.
You talk to this housekeeper, find out what she's about.
Adam, you take the children.
We need at least one of them to stand up for our client.
For my money, Bethany is the best shot.
- Ollie - Harry.
What? Um, Eric just called.
He didn't sound good.
Something about being in a bathroom.
I don't know.
I couldn't make it out.
He was crying, and then he just hung up.
Oh, God.
Her bathroom it hasn't been cleaned yet.
There's a lot of the blood on the floor and the walls.
Excuse me? That bathroom in the slideshow? That still looks like that? Yeah.
I had it preserved in case we wanted to do some more forensics, maybe have the jury view it.
Which we probably wouldn't do.
Eric.
You need to get up.
I can't feel my legs.
Eric, this isn't a good place for you to be right now.
I just wanted to see.
I shouldn't have come in here.
You need to get up now.
Take my hand.
This was a monster who did this.
I could be wrong, Harry, but if you're really nauseous, I'm not sure scotch is the answer.
I've been in a room with death before but never murder.
Certainly not one like that.
May I make a suggestion? Let me take over.
- Tommy! - The thing is, it's not just that I happen to be good at it, but murder trials they leave horrible scar tissue on the attorneys.
Nobody talks about that, but it's an ugly, ugly business.
Let's face it, as good as I am, I'm also a lunk.
You, on the other hand, you are the most fantastic of ladies.
It would be awful for any of you to be scar-tissued over.
That was a really nice thing to say.
A law professor once told me sounds crazy, but I believe it with all my tiny heart lawyers in murder trials, they're dead if they don't dance.
I beg your pardon? Never mind the client, but everybody connected to homicides, the witnesses and so forth, not the best mankind has to offer.
If you dance, on occasion, it's tenderness, it's friendship, it's song.
The things in life that most enrich us.
It can sort of refill the humanity tank.
You should do it once or twice.
I'm telling you.
You're a very strange dude.
I really am.
Hey, boys.
Be with you in one.
Have a seat.
There's gum on the table if you want some.
Just don't chew it right now, please.
Okay.
How we all doing? You all set on your end? Feeling good? - We think the case is solid.
- Good, good.
That's how we want to feel going in, that the case is solid, it's tight, and we're prepared.
Trials are won or lost on preparation, wouldn't you agree, detectives? We do.
Nothing worse than a loose end.
Loose ends drive me a little nuts.
Do they drive you nuts? They drive me nuts.
You want to hear something funny? My husband and I have a terrific sex life.
That's not the funny part, that's great.
I mean, how many couples after 15 years of marriage still like to copulate? How 'bout you guys? You still copulating with your wives okay? - Fine.
- Sometimes.
Good.
Good.
Little thing about me is and this is the funny part when I get distracted, I can't, you know.
And I find loose ends very distracting.
I haven't had an orgasm in over eight weeks because you hacks can't find the murder weapon.
Now, here we have a suspect who bludgeons his wife to death in the house, never leaves the house, the weapon is clearly still on the grounds somewhere, and the entire Cincinnati police department can't find it.
How can that be? Do you think it's fair that I'm denied gratification with my husband because of your incompetence? Do you? - No no.
- No, ma'am.
I did not like her.
I did not kill her, but I did not like her.
I'm told she was verbally abusive to you.
Is that true? She was a very harsh person.
Cold.
I'm glad I was fired.
And why were you fired? I never made her happy.
In seven years, she never once told me that I was doing a good job.
It became oppressive.
I I think I was specifically fired because she didn't like the way I made her bed that day.
She didn't like the way you made her bed? There was a dead rat between the sheets.
I'm sorry.
There was a dead rat in her bed? I wanted to get fired.
If I quit, I wouldn't get severance.
You put a dead rat in her bed so you would get severance? She was not a nice person.
I do not mourn for her, but I did not kill her.
What do you mean, she put a rat in the bed? I mean a rat, a dead rat.
She put it in the bed so she would get fired.
She told you this? Yes, and her demeanor suggested psychosis to me.
Maybe Vinnie was right.
Maybe we should saddle her up as the real killer, - and just ride her.
- Too risky, it could backfire.
Adam, she put a rat in the woman's bed.
That doesn't make her a killer! And if we accuse her and she's cleared, we're done.
- We're done now.
- No, we're not.
Harry, they don't have a murder weapon.
- Well, we don't have anything.
- Yes, we do.
We have a psycho maid and a dead rat.
Look, I'm the first one to say "just argue the elements," but we may have an opportunity here.
We have a nut-job with no alibi.
She could at least give us reasonable doubt.
Okay, Adam.
This is important.
And don't try to kiss her.
Thank you for agreeing to see me.
I don't know what you could possibly expect from me.
I'm not sure we have any expectations at all.
What I'd like is for you to testify on your father's behalf.
And say exactly what? The father you know would he be capable of a vicious murder like this? Perhaps not, but nor did I think him capable of writing such depraved material in his journal.
A lot of people write depraved things in their diaries; they don't actually act on them.
Are you serious? Did you see the pictures of my mother's head? This was slightly acted on.
But maybe by somebody else who read the journal.
Could you talk to me a little bit about your relationship with your dad? It was fine.
He showed up for dinners, taught me to ride a bike, was at all my graduations.
Did all the dad stuff, passing grade.
You seem pretty pissed off.
You should talk to my therapist.
Or the one before that, or the one before that, or the one before that.
Okay, this is the deal: as of right now, we have nobody else to go to bat for him.
Your mother is dead, and unless we can get your help, your father is dead, too.
He'll be convicted, and likely executed - within three years.
- That isn't fair.
You want to consider unfair? Suppose he's innocent.
Look, I know how it seems.
But I'm a pretty good study of people, Harry's a great one.
We really don't think your dad did this.
In fact, if I know Harry, she wouldn't have taken this case if she didn't know in her gut that he was innocent.
Somebody else killed your mother.
Whether I turned her, I don't know, but she is sympathetic to her father.
My sense is, she at least wants to believe he's innocent.
Okay.
Anybody know Ellen Sanders tore up her will two weeks before her death? - Excuse me? - I just got off the phone with her estate lawyer.
She was pissed off at everybody Eric, the kids, all of them so she just tore it up.
- She died intestate.
- Doesn't really give us anything.
If somebody dies intestate, everything still goes to the husband and the children.
I read that will, by the way.
The only beneficiaries to lose out are charitable foundations.
I doubt they'd kill her, except maybe PETA.
What was she so mad about that caused her to rip up the will, do we know? Tommy Jefferson, how we doing today? Never mind, Tommy.
Eric, my office.
If mom ripped up the will, maybe they thought they were being cut out.
This could be a motive.
Ollie, let's go.
I do apologize for last night.
I should never have gone in there.
- We need to get you out of that house.
- No, I'm fine.
I'll never step foot in that bathroom again, trust me.
Eric, you need to be composed at trial.
It's possible we may ask you to testify.
If you're an emotional wreck - I'm fine.
- Eric In the event we do need you to testify, we need to work on your personality skills.
The plan is to bring in a psychologist to work with you, somebody who specializes in body language and so forth.
We want you to take a polygraph, too.
No, I thought they weren't admissible.
They aren't, unless both sides agree.
Roseanna Remmick likes them.
What we do is we get you to take a practice one.
Assuming you pass, we move to have a court-ordered one admitted into evidence.
Oh.
Is there a reason you wouldn't want to take a polygraph, Eric? I don't think I killed my wife.
You don't think you did? Look, I I had taken the sleeping pill.
Sometimes in the past, I I've woken up, gone to the kitchen, eaten food with no memory of it the next day.
One time I even got into my car and drove two miles from my house, and woke up in a ditch.
I I I don't know.
We were fighting.
I went to bed.
Next thing I remember, I'm in her bathroom and she's lying there dead.
I I can't imagine that I would I'm not a violent person.
I've never so much as struck her, or anyone.
- So what now? - I have no idea.
And you know what the worst part is? I don't even know what to believe.
Usually I get a bead on people.
I either trust them or I don't.
But this is worse, not knowing which end is up.
Well, the truth is, it really doesn't matter what we believe.
It matters to me.
Plus now, I can't even call him to the stand.
We can't put him up there to say "I don't think I killed her.
" I spoke to three of the children.
They all seemed credible, pretty much confirmed what we know: mom was harsh; dad was distant; they couldn't imagine he killed her, but the journal has them convinced.
So this is how the other half lives.
- What do you want? - Cassie, Cassie, my dear little Cassie.
Never figured you to play for the other team.
You enjoying it so far? I am, Hosanna.
You're sweet to ask.
Oh, there's Ollie with his jacket off.
He loves to show off his shoulders.
Still doing the P90X, Ollie? - Ick.
- What do you want, Roe? Do you have an office where we can talk privately? Okay.
Let's have it.
I, uh, will concede that this possibly was not premeditated, possibly, although I do believe it was.
But I'm here to offer murder two.
This would allow your little skull-mulcher to avoid the death penalty.
She's nervous.
She wouldn't miss out on a lethal injection if she thought she could get it.
This is a woman who brings popcorn and candy to executions.
You're disgusting.
Why murder two all of a sudden? Because that's probably what it was.
He lost his head and he caused his wife to lose hers.
Let's just get there.
You'll save a client's life.
We'll get a murderer off the street for life.
Really, what's to argue about? If there's anything I can be sure to distrust, it's you being conciliatory.
Fine, turn it down.
You might want to run it by your client, though.
It is his life.
You're disgusting.
What the hell was that? That's her with no murder weapon.
She would not have offered that, Harry, if she thought she could win it, I know her.
Maybe there's something else she knows.
Something that helps us.
Let's get Vinnie in here.
Something tells me we're back in the game.
Don't ask me how or why, but we are still in the hunt.
Okay, okay.
This is what I got and it could be big.
Allegedly, a delivery guy overheard her talking on the phone, breaking up with some kind of lover or something.
- The wife? - Yes, the wife! Who do you think I'm talking about? This was like a month before she got whacked.
Did you talk to this delivery guy personally? Personally, no.
Truth be told, the guy wouldn't say dick to me.
I only know what I know 'cause he shot his mouth off at work.
Ollie, maybe you should chase this down; this could be important.
- Where the hell is Adam? - He's off to see James, the eldest son supposedly, the weird one.
I love both my parents.
Could you describe your relationship with them? Why, it was wonderful.
I loved my mother, I love my father.
They're my parents.
They're wonderful people.
I understand that your mother recently disinherited all of you.
That was odd, wasn't it? Do you know why she would do that? Why, no.
Do you? The police have you listed as maybe a witness for the state.
Do you know why? Why, no.
Do you? James, no offense, but if the police have you on their witness list, they must think you have information that could help them.
You know, I think you're right.
I wonder what it could be.
James is a loon.
He's bipolar, or at least he wants to be.
It's cool to be that now, did you know this? Used to be hip to be bilingual, then it was bisexual, now it's bipolar.
A quarter of a million dollars in therapists, and the broad consensus was he's a loon, which I already knew.
Could he be a violent loon? I never saw that.
I really don't think so.
Okay.
Let's turn to your wife's possible affair.
I never saw any hint of that, either.
But if it's true, it'd have to be with someone at work.
That's where she was all the time.
So you thought.
- You never got a signal? - No.
But we weren't the most communicative couple.
Her best friend was also her boss, Corinne Waters.
Also an unrelenting gossip.
So, if there was any affair, Corinne would know.
Okay.
Now, let's turn to the D.
A.
's offer.
No.
- That's a no.
- Eric.
No, I'm not pleading to murder two, Harry.
But by your own admission, that's what it could've been.
No, no, I said I couldn't know because of the sleeping pill.
But I refuse to admit Listen, I can understand the psychological benefits of denial.
But this plea would save your life.
You think that would save me, Harry? The only salvation for me is knowing I could not have done this.
You need to keep going.
You need to find the real murderer! Was a monster who did this! The prayer I need answered is that it's not me.
Sometimes, I am so convinced he did it.
And the next My opinion? - Why not.
- He blocked it out.
He had some disassociative break.
I think there's something big; we just don't know what it is yet.
In order for Roseanna Remmick to offer murder two with the death penalty comes automatic appeals, subsequent investigations.
She wants to put this to bed before we find out whatever it is she knows.
Or she just knows we got a wacky housekeeper with motive and no alibi.
No, I think it's more than that.
I can feel it.
Roseanna Remmick doesn't make deals.
In order for her to just come here Oh, no.
I'm almost afraid to ask.
The police are at his house.
Hold on.
Hold on yourself; we're his lawyers.
They just showed up.
They're ransacking the place.
- What the hell? - Here's our warrant.
Why now? What's new? Nothing's new.
We found him on the scene that night.
We remain convinced he had to have disposed of the weapon here.
Thought we'd have another look.
"Thought we'd have another look.
" This has got you-know-who's paw prints all over it.
Got a problem? Yeah, I did.
I was wondering whose balls were in Roseanna's pocket.
Now I know.
Ollie.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
You didn't say anything to these people, did you? Of course not, I simply called the two of you.
Detectives! - Where? - There was a panel above the bathroom accessing a crawl space.
We found it about 12 feet in.
What did you see? Well, the cops came, and then there was a bunch of patrol cars What did he have to say? I didn't talk to him.
We just left.
You should make a statement, Harry.
It's obviously too late to get ahead of this, but I wouldn't let Hosanna completely control the narrative.
Media's just not my thing.
Understood, but it's his.
Whose? Don't be ridiculous.
We can script him.
Let's face it, he gets play.
The press are drawn to the guy like moths to a flame.
Because he always says something outrageous, if not absurd.
Harry, we're getting a little desperate here.
The press is going to have a field day with this.
I'm sorry, I hate to bear bad tidings most of my tidings are uncommonly good but we just got this from the clerk's office.
It's a notice to amend the exhibit list.
Well, that didn't take long.
She's moved to include the crowbar.
Just got off the phone with Audrey Nixon down at police evidence.
The weapon was clean no blood, no prints, nothing.
Okay, then we have to move to oppose.
They have no evidence to connect it to the crime and nobody in this camp should be referring to it as a weapon.
I'll take this alone.
My office.
I'm going to Skype him.
I want your take.
Where's Oliver? He's chasing down that delivery guy.
I ain't talking to you.
- Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
See ya.
You need to talk to me, Marcus.
You may have information connected to a murder.
Well, I don't, dick-meat, so get the hell out of here.
- I'm sorry, what'd you say? - What, are you gonna beat me up? Is that an invitation? 'Cause I'd be more than happy to go there.
Go ahead, hit me.
I could use the money.
You talk to the police, Marcus? - Why don't you ask them.
- Oh, I will, I will.
Right now I'm asking you.
Unless you want me to speak with your boss and further complicate your life, I'd answer my questions.
I'll answer your questions for $1 million.
- Excuse me? - You heard me.
I read about your client; he's got the dough.
You want my help, $1 million.
Cash.
You have information that could help my client? Maybe I do, maybe I don't.
$1 million.
It's game over, Eric.
You need to tell me everything now.
And no more bull.
Obviously, if this is the murder weapon, it was placed there by whoever killed my wife.
That doesn't change the fact it wasn't me.
You were looking at me like a guilty man last night, Eric.
A guilty man who finally got caught.
I was looking at you like a beaten man, Harry.
I thought we just lost the case.
I was perhaps measuring you to see if I'd also lost the trust of my attorney.
Which it seems I have.
God, the guy is good.
Look, if you think I did this, just say so.
I'll figure out where to go from here.
You just don't give up, do you? Harry, we made a deal at the top of this relationship: I would not lie to you, ever.
Let's not forget, you gave me permission to say I did it.
You even told me, should I have a good lie, you would help me render it on the stand, just don't lie to you.
And I haven't.
I honored that.
I never saw that crowbar before.
I never touched it, which I think forensics will show.
I never used it.
I did not put it there.
Whoever killed my wife did.
It's difficult to believe you, Eric, especially when you can't even believe you.
By your own admission, you can't be sure, 'cause of the sleeping pill.
In my heart, I never believed I could even be capable of My position has always been that I was framed.
This does not negate that.
Geez, he knows we're watching.
My client's not quite there yet, but I think I can get him to consider your offer of murder two.
Well, that's very big of you.
I just wanted to confirm that that's still on the table.
Ah.
Gee, actually it isn't, come to think of it.
I'll tell you what is, though.
Boy, Ollie had me pegged.
About the popcorn and the candy.
Executions give me the munchies.
As a goodwill gesture, I would like to invite you to be my personal guest as your boy goes How did you get to be this way? That's what I'd like to know.
Will there be anything else, Harry? I hate to scoot you out, but I've got a little matinee scheduled with the hubby.
Dash along now.
Whoa, what are, what are you doing? Decompressing.
Beat it.
Are you? That's a gateway drug.
Have you lost your mind? In the process.
This trial is too overwhelming.
Roseanna Remmick Listen to me.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
And this is no time to turn to a life of drugs.
You need to start playing dirty.
Not my style.
Trials aren't decided by style.
The prosecution is playing dirty, so you need to respond in kind.
You do what you have to to save your client.
And if you're too proud for that, turn the matter over to me.
There is nothing I won't or haven't stooped to.
You ready on your end? Don't you worry about me.
I'll handle the press.
You go into that courtroom now, you get your hands dirty.
You ready? She is now.
We need to find out once and for all if this victim was having an affair.
Did you talk to her boss? Right after court.
You chase down that delivery guy again and make him talk.
Dirty.
Look, the reality is, this case was never really investigated, and that's our point.
They locked down on the husband, and all their fact-gathering was in pursuit of that pre-drawn conclusion.
In the first place, we don't know that it's a weapon at all.
There's nothing to connect it to the crime.
Construction workers have been known to leave tools in crawl spaces all the time.
You know, let me just stop you before you embarrass yourself.
We know from the spatter trajectory on the ceiling that it was a longish weapon.
- Over 24 inches.
- So what? There were no prints on this thing.
Which in and of itself is suspicious.
Do construction workers not have fingerprints? I know they wear gloves.
And while we're on the topic of "suspicious," isn't it funny that for a year, the police can't find a weapon, and now, four days before trial, presto? We simply knew it had to be there, so we looked again.
That pulls your logic chain? A police officer crawls up into the panel, and lo and behold, he has an alleged weapon.
- How convenient.
- Ms.
Korn, you are free to make all of these arguments with the jury.
If the prosecution wants to introduce this crowbar as the murder weapon, that's Ms.
Remmick's prerogative.
I'd like to exhume the body.
I beg your pardon? Certain evidence has come to our attention, and we think there may be forensic evidence on the body that will positively identify someone else as the killer.
What evidence exactly? I can't say, Your Honor.
We would need to examine it.
There have been three autopsies, two conducted by the defense, not to mention the fact that their experts have already picked at this corpse like vultures.
Yeah, Ms.
Korn, unless you can give me an offer of proof, I am not about to exhume the body.
Your Honor, I think a little latitude is in order.
After all, an innocent man's life is on the line.
Your request is denied.
The trial will begin on Tuesday, as planned.
Unless we have anything else? We're adjourned.
What new evidence? Beats the hell out of me.
I knew he'd deny the request.
Did I change the narrative okay? Stick to the script.
Take Eric out the back.
We'll meet you in the van.
Let's go.
Oh, yeah.
Off the record? #*@$ you.
Police want to solve cases, D.
A.
s want convictions, and victims closure.
You got an easy target here.
Works for everybody, right? Except for the innocent man.
Except for justice.
My God, I was fantastic! First, I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me.
Well, I haven't really agreed to talk to you, Ms.
Korn.
It depends a bit on your inquiry.
All right, uh, well, we've been getting some information that it's possible that Mrs.
Sanders was having a relationship, possibly with a co-worker.
I was wondering if you knew anything about that.
That's why you're here? To ask me if Ellen was having an affair with somebody? - Was she, to your knowledge? - Tell you what, Ms.
Korn.
I am going to answer your question, but first, I just want to take a second to marvel at your utter gall.
I mean, you have to know that besides being a colleague, Ellen was a very close personal friend, and obviously, your strategy, at least in part, is to demonize her.
And the fact that you would ask me to assist in that campaign, this, after wanting to dig her up wow.
Okay, now that my gall has been sufficiently marveled at, perhaps you'd answer my question.
Fine.
Even if she had wanted to have an affair, her ego never would have allowed for it.
She's a woman who needed to be able to look herself and her children in the eye every day.
And like her or not, and I did, her integrity was beyond reproach.
How's yours, by the way? Said you were willing to make a deal.
I said we'd be willing to talk about a deal.
So let's talk.
$1 million.
- Mr.
Wilson, you seem like a smart guy.
- Don't push it.
There's no way we can pay you a million dollars.
Then I guess I don't have any information.
You know what we could do? Bring it here.
What we could do is go the police and tell them you're trying to extort us.
You could, of course that wouldn't help your client, would it? So, I guess you got to decide what's more important.
Seeing me get arrested, or helping Eric Sanders avoid that death penalty.
- May I? - Oh, that's okay, Tommy.
No, no.
I think I might speak Mr.
Wilson's language.
Could you come in my office a second, Mr.
Wilson? I think we can work something out.
Please.
This isn't a good idea.
Got it covered.
Have a seat, my friend.
I ain't your friend.
Please, have a seat.
You people are really beginning to piss me off.
Marcus, we really need you to do the right thing here.
A person's life is at stake.
Now, there's three ways I generally go about convincing people to do the right thing.
One: I simply get their conscience to guide them.
I can see that might be a challenge here.
Two: I have them roughed up.
Not my favorite way to go.
Makes me feel like a bad person, but hey, it works.
Or three: I seduce the guy's sister, maybe his wife, I get one of them to convince him.
If he's without siblings or a spouse, I approach the mother, which is a lot less fun, unless she's one of those older cougar types.
Tell me about your mom, Marcus.
She good-looking? Please don't make me poke your mother, Marcus.
Do you really think you're going to intimidate me, spongebob? Marcus.
Take a look around this office.
Tommy Jefferson is a really big shot.
Look.
Pictures with presidents.
Take a look at this.
University of Virginia Law School.
He's a very proper lawyer.
You need to take him more seriously.
You really do.
Are you out of your mind? Relax, Harry.
I hit people all the time.
The bad ones never report me.
It's fine.
- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it isn't! - Did you learn anything? Well, let's see.
He confirmed everything Vinnie said.
Overheard the victim breaking up with a lover, not her husband.
It's all recorded on my iPhone 4, hi-def.
Oh.
And there was this.
He told all of the above to Roseanna Remmick months ago.
That's prosecutorial misconduct.
That's grounds for dismissal with prejudice.
I'm not sure that would be enough.
It's enough to try.
It's enough to win.
Harry, if the judge is pissed enough, he is gonna slam her.
We got a whack maid, loon son, scorned lover, and now pross misconduct.
These are real cards we can play.
We're in this thing, Harry.
We are in it.
That is why it's so important to get an education.
Things you can do with a diploma.
- Am I right? - Like Stallone in "Rocky"! Yo, Adrian.
Okay.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, quiet.
Quiet down.
It's huge.
If it's deemed exculpatory evidence, and she concealed it, judge could kick this case right now.
- What do you mean, kick it? - The D.
A.
has a duty to reveal exculpatory evidence.
As legal ethics go, it's a big one.
It's grounds for dismissal with prejudice, which means you'd go free, and they can't refile.
Are you serious? Free? Just like that? It's certainly not a given.
No judge wants to free a murder suspect.
My bet is it probably won't fly here.
But it doesn't mean we can't use it.
At a minimum, it will help predispose the judge against the D.
A.
, which in and of itself is significant.
The question becomes how? How best to use it, how to play it.
Oh, I knew this bitch was holding something back, I just knew it.
What?! Having a little party, and nobody tweeted me? - What are you doing here? - I came to talk.
Don't you have any assistants to warn you when the enemy has landed, or are they all just too busy selling shoes? Two minutes? You and me, in private, please.
Mr.
Sanders, I'll thank you not to whack me on the head as I go.
Okay.
What? Well, first of all, congratulations.
You've succeeded in getting the press to talk about the imaginary evidence on the victim's body.
Well done, Harry.
I consider it a small victory when I get others to sink to my level.
Roseanna, just get to the point, would you? I'm here to call a truce of sorts.
If you've done your homework and I'm sure you have I love the pretrial gamesmanship.
I'm all about getting the upper psychological hand on my opponents.
But once the trial actually begins, we're officers of the court, and I would hope we could both conduct ourselves as such.
You know, let the evidence be the story now, Harry, not you or me.
I assume we can agree on that? Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You probably came in here to plant a bugging device, just like you planted that crowbar, so you can listen in on our strategy.
I'm gonna have this place swept as soon as you leave, and fumigated, too, since you came in person.
Well it seems it's gotten personal.
I like that.
Good, 'cause it is personal.
It's now very personal.
And I have no intention of calling any truce.
Well, then, I guess there's really nothing left to say, is there? Except let the fun begin.
Corn" Whoa.
You do not work with me.
We share an office space.
Hey, Harry.
Cassie Reynolds.
It's a pleasure to be here.
You got a personal life? Get rid of it.
I own you now.
- Hey, Harry! - Ollie Richard.
What do you want, Ollie? I represent Eric Sanders.
Did you say Eric Sanders? The guy who killed his wife!? - Is there more? - Supposedly there is a journal entry - where he talks about killing his wife.
- "How joyous it would be to creep up" "from behind and smash her head like a mellon" Great.
I was framed.
There are countless people who hated my wife, who had access to my home and my journals.
Since you're an ex-D.
A.
, you can also serve as our liaison with the prosecutor.
Who is that anyway? Uh, Roseanna Remmick.
Did you say Roseanna Remmick? Hosanna Roseanna? You must have another agenda here.
Unless you're a dope.
Are you a dope, Harry? Don't say you can't win this! Now, why don't you just tell her? Isn't the idea to bring her up to speed? Just tell her! We need to get your dad out of lockup.
You actually believe he could be innocent? Shut up and let me argue my motion.
All right.
$10 million bond, $2 million cash.
We're adjourned.
This woman is a problem.
I want her removed.
- Harry Korn? - What's going on? Please stand and put your hands behind your back.
- What the hell is going on here? - You're under arrest - for jury tampering.
- Do not talk, Harry.
- This is all her.
- Who? Hosanna.
Who else? She's trying to discredit me with the judge and jury.
- I will meet you at the station.
- Me, too.
Yeah, but in the meantime, you deliver a message to Ms.
Remmick.
Harry, be quiet.
Harry's Law 2x02 - There Will Be Blood Original air date September 28, 2011 What the hell is going on? What's going on is she had me arrested for jury nullification.
She hauled me into court in handcuffs.
I lost half a day trying to get it kicked.
Jury nullification is not a defense; it's tampering.
- Ms.
Korn has stooped to it repeatedly.
- You had her arrested because she mopped your ass in court.
I don't appreciate the vulgarity, Mr.
Richard.
Wait.
You actually had her arrested? The suspect has routinely mocked the law, prevailing on juries' sympathies to free underprivileged criminals.
It's cynical, it's indecent, it's tampering, and it's illegal.
Look, they got the matter dismissed.
Why all the hoo-ha? Dismissed after you poisoned me with the jury pool.
Oh, please.
If I wanted to do that, I'd have busted you for smoking pot.
You're a spiteful, pathetic bitch.
And you're a fat little troll.
All right.
Ms.
Remmick, I'm not happy.
Any more of this nonsense and it'll be you in handcuffs, - do you understand me? - Of course, Your Honor.
I do apologize.
I'm simply trying to be a good steward of the criminal justice system and safeguard it against those who might exploit it.
We'll see you all in court.
I was one second away from decking her.
I'm not kidding.
I'm not kidding.
Harry, it's what she does, it's part of her M.
O.
She tries to rattle the defense counsel, get you to lose focus.
I want to kill her.
Huh, sounds pretty focused to me.
Come on, Harry, stop it.
We don't have time for this.
I don't care what the rest of you are working on.
Until this trial is over, this will be your priority.
We're on a mission now.
You hear me? What have you got? Okay.
Her.
The maid.
Fired by the victim ten days before she was murdered.
She was verbally abused by the victim, she was live-in, knew the keypad code, and here's the best part: she doesn't have an alibi.
I say our best shot is to say she did it, that woman right there.
There was a lot of blood in that bathroom, not a hint that any of it was tracked in the rest of the house.
She's a cleaner by trade, slick.
Take it outside? Harry, if we say housekeeper, the issue for the jury then becomes housekeeper versus husband.
That's not a choice that we want to give them.
There's way more evidence against our client.
Well, we have to implicate somebody.
Wrong.
Take it outside? It's possible this was an accident.
She bangs her head on the tub, she tries to get up, she slips, she falls, she bangs her head again, she's half-conscious, every time she tries to get up, she falls again bang, bang, bang.
I've got an M.
E.
that says it's plausible.
There's your reasonable doubt.
Okay, wise guy, look at this.
This is called castoff spatter.
You don't get castoff spatter from falling down.
I've got a dozen experts to testify otherwise.
Oh, experts.
Juries hate experts.
Who is this pinhead? All right, take it outside.
Take it outside? Why don't you go outside, I'll meet you there.
Hey, Ollie, would you please stop saying that? What's going on? Why is everyone suddenly acting like two-year-olds? Because we're in the toilet.
We're four days before trial and we've got no defense.
Whoa.
Let's all just take a breath.
The burden is on the prosecution here, not us.
They have no witness and no murder weapon.
Add to that, a victim with a lot of enemies.
Cassie, in case you forgot, the entry in the journal was the blueprint for the murder.
Yes, and someone could have read it and framed him.
Guys, if we don't keep our heads, we are in the toilet.
Okay.
You talk to this housekeeper, find out what she's about.
Adam, you take the children.
We need at least one of them to stand up for our client.
For my money, Bethany is the best shot.
- Ollie - Harry.
What? Um, Eric just called.
He didn't sound good.
Something about being in a bathroom.
I don't know.
I couldn't make it out.
He was crying, and then he just hung up.
Oh, God.
Her bathroom it hasn't been cleaned yet.
There's a lot of the blood on the floor and the walls.
Excuse me? That bathroom in the slideshow? That still looks like that? Yeah.
I had it preserved in case we wanted to do some more forensics, maybe have the jury view it.
Which we probably wouldn't do.
Eric.
You need to get up.
I can't feel my legs.
Eric, this isn't a good place for you to be right now.
I just wanted to see.
I shouldn't have come in here.
You need to get up now.
Take my hand.
This was a monster who did this.
I could be wrong, Harry, but if you're really nauseous, I'm not sure scotch is the answer.
I've been in a room with death before but never murder.
Certainly not one like that.
May I make a suggestion? Let me take over.
- Tommy! - The thing is, it's not just that I happen to be good at it, but murder trials they leave horrible scar tissue on the attorneys.
Nobody talks about that, but it's an ugly, ugly business.
Let's face it, as good as I am, I'm also a lunk.
You, on the other hand, you are the most fantastic of ladies.
It would be awful for any of you to be scar-tissued over.
That was a really nice thing to say.
A law professor once told me sounds crazy, but I believe it with all my tiny heart lawyers in murder trials, they're dead if they don't dance.
I beg your pardon? Never mind the client, but everybody connected to homicides, the witnesses and so forth, not the best mankind has to offer.
If you dance, on occasion, it's tenderness, it's friendship, it's song.
The things in life that most enrich us.
It can sort of refill the humanity tank.
You should do it once or twice.
I'm telling you.
You're a very strange dude.
I really am.
Hey, boys.
Be with you in one.
Have a seat.
There's gum on the table if you want some.
Just don't chew it right now, please.
Okay.
How we all doing? You all set on your end? Feeling good? - We think the case is solid.
- Good, good.
That's how we want to feel going in, that the case is solid, it's tight, and we're prepared.
Trials are won or lost on preparation, wouldn't you agree, detectives? We do.
Nothing worse than a loose end.
Loose ends drive me a little nuts.
Do they drive you nuts? They drive me nuts.
You want to hear something funny? My husband and I have a terrific sex life.
That's not the funny part, that's great.
I mean, how many couples after 15 years of marriage still like to copulate? How 'bout you guys? You still copulating with your wives okay? - Fine.
- Sometimes.
Good.
Good.
Little thing about me is and this is the funny part when I get distracted, I can't, you know.
And I find loose ends very distracting.
I haven't had an orgasm in over eight weeks because you hacks can't find the murder weapon.
Now, here we have a suspect who bludgeons his wife to death in the house, never leaves the house, the weapon is clearly still on the grounds somewhere, and the entire Cincinnati police department can't find it.
How can that be? Do you think it's fair that I'm denied gratification with my husband because of your incompetence? Do you? - No no.
- No, ma'am.
I did not like her.
I did not kill her, but I did not like her.
I'm told she was verbally abusive to you.
Is that true? She was a very harsh person.
Cold.
I'm glad I was fired.
And why were you fired? I never made her happy.
In seven years, she never once told me that I was doing a good job.
It became oppressive.
I I think I was specifically fired because she didn't like the way I made her bed that day.
She didn't like the way you made her bed? There was a dead rat between the sheets.
I'm sorry.
There was a dead rat in her bed? I wanted to get fired.
If I quit, I wouldn't get severance.
You put a dead rat in her bed so you would get severance? She was not a nice person.
I do not mourn for her, but I did not kill her.
What do you mean, she put a rat in the bed? I mean a rat, a dead rat.
She put it in the bed so she would get fired.
She told you this? Yes, and her demeanor suggested psychosis to me.
Maybe Vinnie was right.
Maybe we should saddle her up as the real killer, - and just ride her.
- Too risky, it could backfire.
Adam, she put a rat in the woman's bed.
That doesn't make her a killer! And if we accuse her and she's cleared, we're done.
- We're done now.
- No, we're not.
Harry, they don't have a murder weapon.
- Well, we don't have anything.
- Yes, we do.
We have a psycho maid and a dead rat.
Look, I'm the first one to say "just argue the elements," but we may have an opportunity here.
We have a nut-job with no alibi.
She could at least give us reasonable doubt.
Okay, Adam.
This is important.
And don't try to kiss her.
Thank you for agreeing to see me.
I don't know what you could possibly expect from me.
I'm not sure we have any expectations at all.
What I'd like is for you to testify on your father's behalf.
And say exactly what? The father you know would he be capable of a vicious murder like this? Perhaps not, but nor did I think him capable of writing such depraved material in his journal.
A lot of people write depraved things in their diaries; they don't actually act on them.
Are you serious? Did you see the pictures of my mother's head? This was slightly acted on.
But maybe by somebody else who read the journal.
Could you talk to me a little bit about your relationship with your dad? It was fine.
He showed up for dinners, taught me to ride a bike, was at all my graduations.
Did all the dad stuff, passing grade.
You seem pretty pissed off.
You should talk to my therapist.
Or the one before that, or the one before that, or the one before that.
Okay, this is the deal: as of right now, we have nobody else to go to bat for him.
Your mother is dead, and unless we can get your help, your father is dead, too.
He'll be convicted, and likely executed - within three years.
- That isn't fair.
You want to consider unfair? Suppose he's innocent.
Look, I know how it seems.
But I'm a pretty good study of people, Harry's a great one.
We really don't think your dad did this.
In fact, if I know Harry, she wouldn't have taken this case if she didn't know in her gut that he was innocent.
Somebody else killed your mother.
Whether I turned her, I don't know, but she is sympathetic to her father.
My sense is, she at least wants to believe he's innocent.
Okay.
Anybody know Ellen Sanders tore up her will two weeks before her death? - Excuse me? - I just got off the phone with her estate lawyer.
She was pissed off at everybody Eric, the kids, all of them so she just tore it up.
- She died intestate.
- Doesn't really give us anything.
If somebody dies intestate, everything still goes to the husband and the children.
I read that will, by the way.
The only beneficiaries to lose out are charitable foundations.
I doubt they'd kill her, except maybe PETA.
What was she so mad about that caused her to rip up the will, do we know? Tommy Jefferson, how we doing today? Never mind, Tommy.
Eric, my office.
If mom ripped up the will, maybe they thought they were being cut out.
This could be a motive.
Ollie, let's go.
I do apologize for last night.
I should never have gone in there.
- We need to get you out of that house.
- No, I'm fine.
I'll never step foot in that bathroom again, trust me.
Eric, you need to be composed at trial.
It's possible we may ask you to testify.
If you're an emotional wreck - I'm fine.
- Eric In the event we do need you to testify, we need to work on your personality skills.
The plan is to bring in a psychologist to work with you, somebody who specializes in body language and so forth.
We want you to take a polygraph, too.
No, I thought they weren't admissible.
They aren't, unless both sides agree.
Roseanna Remmick likes them.
What we do is we get you to take a practice one.
Assuming you pass, we move to have a court-ordered one admitted into evidence.
Oh.
Is there a reason you wouldn't want to take a polygraph, Eric? I don't think I killed my wife.
You don't think you did? Look, I I had taken the sleeping pill.
Sometimes in the past, I I've woken up, gone to the kitchen, eaten food with no memory of it the next day.
One time I even got into my car and drove two miles from my house, and woke up in a ditch.
I I I don't know.
We were fighting.
I went to bed.
Next thing I remember, I'm in her bathroom and she's lying there dead.
I I can't imagine that I would I'm not a violent person.
I've never so much as struck her, or anyone.
- So what now? - I have no idea.
And you know what the worst part is? I don't even know what to believe.
Usually I get a bead on people.
I either trust them or I don't.
But this is worse, not knowing which end is up.
Well, the truth is, it really doesn't matter what we believe.
It matters to me.
Plus now, I can't even call him to the stand.
We can't put him up there to say "I don't think I killed her.
" I spoke to three of the children.
They all seemed credible, pretty much confirmed what we know: mom was harsh; dad was distant; they couldn't imagine he killed her, but the journal has them convinced.
So this is how the other half lives.
- What do you want? - Cassie, Cassie, my dear little Cassie.
Never figured you to play for the other team.
You enjoying it so far? I am, Hosanna.
You're sweet to ask.
Oh, there's Ollie with his jacket off.
He loves to show off his shoulders.
Still doing the P90X, Ollie? - Ick.
- What do you want, Roe? Do you have an office where we can talk privately? Okay.
Let's have it.
I, uh, will concede that this possibly was not premeditated, possibly, although I do believe it was.
But I'm here to offer murder two.
This would allow your little skull-mulcher to avoid the death penalty.
She's nervous.
She wouldn't miss out on a lethal injection if she thought she could get it.
This is a woman who brings popcorn and candy to executions.
You're disgusting.
Why murder two all of a sudden? Because that's probably what it was.
He lost his head and he caused his wife to lose hers.
Let's just get there.
You'll save a client's life.
We'll get a murderer off the street for life.
Really, what's to argue about? If there's anything I can be sure to distrust, it's you being conciliatory.
Fine, turn it down.
You might want to run it by your client, though.
It is his life.
You're disgusting.
What the hell was that? That's her with no murder weapon.
She would not have offered that, Harry, if she thought she could win it, I know her.
Maybe there's something else she knows.
Something that helps us.
Let's get Vinnie in here.
Something tells me we're back in the game.
Don't ask me how or why, but we are still in the hunt.
Okay, okay.
This is what I got and it could be big.
Allegedly, a delivery guy overheard her talking on the phone, breaking up with some kind of lover or something.
- The wife? - Yes, the wife! Who do you think I'm talking about? This was like a month before she got whacked.
Did you talk to this delivery guy personally? Personally, no.
Truth be told, the guy wouldn't say dick to me.
I only know what I know 'cause he shot his mouth off at work.
Ollie, maybe you should chase this down; this could be important.
- Where the hell is Adam? - He's off to see James, the eldest son supposedly, the weird one.
I love both my parents.
Could you describe your relationship with them? Why, it was wonderful.
I loved my mother, I love my father.
They're my parents.
They're wonderful people.
I understand that your mother recently disinherited all of you.
That was odd, wasn't it? Do you know why she would do that? Why, no.
Do you? The police have you listed as maybe a witness for the state.
Do you know why? Why, no.
Do you? James, no offense, but if the police have you on their witness list, they must think you have information that could help them.
You know, I think you're right.
I wonder what it could be.
James is a loon.
He's bipolar, or at least he wants to be.
It's cool to be that now, did you know this? Used to be hip to be bilingual, then it was bisexual, now it's bipolar.
A quarter of a million dollars in therapists, and the broad consensus was he's a loon, which I already knew.
Could he be a violent loon? I never saw that.
I really don't think so.
Okay.
Let's turn to your wife's possible affair.
I never saw any hint of that, either.
But if it's true, it'd have to be with someone at work.
That's where she was all the time.
So you thought.
- You never got a signal? - No.
But we weren't the most communicative couple.
Her best friend was also her boss, Corinne Waters.
Also an unrelenting gossip.
So, if there was any affair, Corinne would know.
Okay.
Now, let's turn to the D.
A.
's offer.
No.
- That's a no.
- Eric.
No, I'm not pleading to murder two, Harry.
But by your own admission, that's what it could've been.
No, no, I said I couldn't know because of the sleeping pill.
But I refuse to admit Listen, I can understand the psychological benefits of denial.
But this plea would save your life.
You think that would save me, Harry? The only salvation for me is knowing I could not have done this.
You need to keep going.
You need to find the real murderer! Was a monster who did this! The prayer I need answered is that it's not me.
Sometimes, I am so convinced he did it.
And the next My opinion? - Why not.
- He blocked it out.
He had some disassociative break.
I think there's something big; we just don't know what it is yet.
In order for Roseanna Remmick to offer murder two with the death penalty comes automatic appeals, subsequent investigations.
She wants to put this to bed before we find out whatever it is she knows.
Or she just knows we got a wacky housekeeper with motive and no alibi.
No, I think it's more than that.
I can feel it.
Roseanna Remmick doesn't make deals.
In order for her to just come here Oh, no.
I'm almost afraid to ask.
The police are at his house.
Hold on.
Hold on yourself; we're his lawyers.
They just showed up.
They're ransacking the place.
- What the hell? - Here's our warrant.
Why now? What's new? Nothing's new.
We found him on the scene that night.
We remain convinced he had to have disposed of the weapon here.
Thought we'd have another look.
"Thought we'd have another look.
" This has got you-know-who's paw prints all over it.
Got a problem? Yeah, I did.
I was wondering whose balls were in Roseanna's pocket.
Now I know.
Ollie.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
You didn't say anything to these people, did you? Of course not, I simply called the two of you.
Detectives! - Where? - There was a panel above the bathroom accessing a crawl space.
We found it about 12 feet in.
What did you see? Well, the cops came, and then there was a bunch of patrol cars What did he have to say? I didn't talk to him.
We just left.
You should make a statement, Harry.
It's obviously too late to get ahead of this, but I wouldn't let Hosanna completely control the narrative.
Media's just not my thing.
Understood, but it's his.
Whose? Don't be ridiculous.
We can script him.
Let's face it, he gets play.
The press are drawn to the guy like moths to a flame.
Because he always says something outrageous, if not absurd.
Harry, we're getting a little desperate here.
The press is going to have a field day with this.
I'm sorry, I hate to bear bad tidings most of my tidings are uncommonly good but we just got this from the clerk's office.
It's a notice to amend the exhibit list.
Well, that didn't take long.
She's moved to include the crowbar.
Just got off the phone with Audrey Nixon down at police evidence.
The weapon was clean no blood, no prints, nothing.
Okay, then we have to move to oppose.
They have no evidence to connect it to the crime and nobody in this camp should be referring to it as a weapon.
I'll take this alone.
My office.
I'm going to Skype him.
I want your take.
Where's Oliver? He's chasing down that delivery guy.
I ain't talking to you.
- Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
See ya.
You need to talk to me, Marcus.
You may have information connected to a murder.
Well, I don't, dick-meat, so get the hell out of here.
- I'm sorry, what'd you say? - What, are you gonna beat me up? Is that an invitation? 'Cause I'd be more than happy to go there.
Go ahead, hit me.
I could use the money.
You talk to the police, Marcus? - Why don't you ask them.
- Oh, I will, I will.
Right now I'm asking you.
Unless you want me to speak with your boss and further complicate your life, I'd answer my questions.
I'll answer your questions for $1 million.
- Excuse me? - You heard me.
I read about your client; he's got the dough.
You want my help, $1 million.
Cash.
You have information that could help my client? Maybe I do, maybe I don't.
$1 million.
It's game over, Eric.
You need to tell me everything now.
And no more bull.
Obviously, if this is the murder weapon, it was placed there by whoever killed my wife.
That doesn't change the fact it wasn't me.
You were looking at me like a guilty man last night, Eric.
A guilty man who finally got caught.
I was looking at you like a beaten man, Harry.
I thought we just lost the case.
I was perhaps measuring you to see if I'd also lost the trust of my attorney.
Which it seems I have.
God, the guy is good.
Look, if you think I did this, just say so.
I'll figure out where to go from here.
You just don't give up, do you? Harry, we made a deal at the top of this relationship: I would not lie to you, ever.
Let's not forget, you gave me permission to say I did it.
You even told me, should I have a good lie, you would help me render it on the stand, just don't lie to you.
And I haven't.
I honored that.
I never saw that crowbar before.
I never touched it, which I think forensics will show.
I never used it.
I did not put it there.
Whoever killed my wife did.
It's difficult to believe you, Eric, especially when you can't even believe you.
By your own admission, you can't be sure, 'cause of the sleeping pill.
In my heart, I never believed I could even be capable of My position has always been that I was framed.
This does not negate that.
Geez, he knows we're watching.
My client's not quite there yet, but I think I can get him to consider your offer of murder two.
Well, that's very big of you.
I just wanted to confirm that that's still on the table.
Ah.
Gee, actually it isn't, come to think of it.
I'll tell you what is, though.
Boy, Ollie had me pegged.
About the popcorn and the candy.
Executions give me the munchies.
As a goodwill gesture, I would like to invite you to be my personal guest as your boy goes How did you get to be this way? That's what I'd like to know.
Will there be anything else, Harry? I hate to scoot you out, but I've got a little matinee scheduled with the hubby.
Dash along now.
Whoa, what are, what are you doing? Decompressing.
Beat it.
Are you? That's a gateway drug.
Have you lost your mind? In the process.
This trial is too overwhelming.
Roseanna Remmick Listen to me.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
And this is no time to turn to a life of drugs.
You need to start playing dirty.
Not my style.
Trials aren't decided by style.
The prosecution is playing dirty, so you need to respond in kind.
You do what you have to to save your client.
And if you're too proud for that, turn the matter over to me.
There is nothing I won't or haven't stooped to.
You ready on your end? Don't you worry about me.
I'll handle the press.
You go into that courtroom now, you get your hands dirty.
You ready? She is now.
We need to find out once and for all if this victim was having an affair.
Did you talk to her boss? Right after court.
You chase down that delivery guy again and make him talk.
Dirty.
Look, the reality is, this case was never really investigated, and that's our point.
They locked down on the husband, and all their fact-gathering was in pursuit of that pre-drawn conclusion.
In the first place, we don't know that it's a weapon at all.
There's nothing to connect it to the crime.
Construction workers have been known to leave tools in crawl spaces all the time.
You know, let me just stop you before you embarrass yourself.
We know from the spatter trajectory on the ceiling that it was a longish weapon.
- Over 24 inches.
- So what? There were no prints on this thing.
Which in and of itself is suspicious.
Do construction workers not have fingerprints? I know they wear gloves.
And while we're on the topic of "suspicious," isn't it funny that for a year, the police can't find a weapon, and now, four days before trial, presto? We simply knew it had to be there, so we looked again.
That pulls your logic chain? A police officer crawls up into the panel, and lo and behold, he has an alleged weapon.
- How convenient.
- Ms.
Korn, you are free to make all of these arguments with the jury.
If the prosecution wants to introduce this crowbar as the murder weapon, that's Ms.
Remmick's prerogative.
I'd like to exhume the body.
I beg your pardon? Certain evidence has come to our attention, and we think there may be forensic evidence on the body that will positively identify someone else as the killer.
What evidence exactly? I can't say, Your Honor.
We would need to examine it.
There have been three autopsies, two conducted by the defense, not to mention the fact that their experts have already picked at this corpse like vultures.
Yeah, Ms.
Korn, unless you can give me an offer of proof, I am not about to exhume the body.
Your Honor, I think a little latitude is in order.
After all, an innocent man's life is on the line.
Your request is denied.
The trial will begin on Tuesday, as planned.
Unless we have anything else? We're adjourned.
What new evidence? Beats the hell out of me.
I knew he'd deny the request.
Did I change the narrative okay? Stick to the script.
Take Eric out the back.
We'll meet you in the van.
Let's go.
Oh, yeah.
Off the record? #*@$ you.
Police want to solve cases, D.
A.
s want convictions, and victims closure.
You got an easy target here.
Works for everybody, right? Except for the innocent man.
Except for justice.
My God, I was fantastic! First, I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me.
Well, I haven't really agreed to talk to you, Ms.
Korn.
It depends a bit on your inquiry.
All right, uh, well, we've been getting some information that it's possible that Mrs.
Sanders was having a relationship, possibly with a co-worker.
I was wondering if you knew anything about that.
That's why you're here? To ask me if Ellen was having an affair with somebody? - Was she, to your knowledge? - Tell you what, Ms.
Korn.
I am going to answer your question, but first, I just want to take a second to marvel at your utter gall.
I mean, you have to know that besides being a colleague, Ellen was a very close personal friend, and obviously, your strategy, at least in part, is to demonize her.
And the fact that you would ask me to assist in that campaign, this, after wanting to dig her up wow.
Okay, now that my gall has been sufficiently marveled at, perhaps you'd answer my question.
Fine.
Even if she had wanted to have an affair, her ego never would have allowed for it.
She's a woman who needed to be able to look herself and her children in the eye every day.
And like her or not, and I did, her integrity was beyond reproach.
How's yours, by the way? Said you were willing to make a deal.
I said we'd be willing to talk about a deal.
So let's talk.
$1 million.
- Mr.
Wilson, you seem like a smart guy.
- Don't push it.
There's no way we can pay you a million dollars.
Then I guess I don't have any information.
You know what we could do? Bring it here.
What we could do is go the police and tell them you're trying to extort us.
You could, of course that wouldn't help your client, would it? So, I guess you got to decide what's more important.
Seeing me get arrested, or helping Eric Sanders avoid that death penalty.
- May I? - Oh, that's okay, Tommy.
No, no.
I think I might speak Mr.
Wilson's language.
Could you come in my office a second, Mr.
Wilson? I think we can work something out.
Please.
This isn't a good idea.
Got it covered.
Have a seat, my friend.
I ain't your friend.
Please, have a seat.
You people are really beginning to piss me off.
Marcus, we really need you to do the right thing here.
A person's life is at stake.
Now, there's three ways I generally go about convincing people to do the right thing.
One: I simply get their conscience to guide them.
I can see that might be a challenge here.
Two: I have them roughed up.
Not my favorite way to go.
Makes me feel like a bad person, but hey, it works.
Or three: I seduce the guy's sister, maybe his wife, I get one of them to convince him.
If he's without siblings or a spouse, I approach the mother, which is a lot less fun, unless she's one of those older cougar types.
Tell me about your mom, Marcus.
She good-looking? Please don't make me poke your mother, Marcus.
Do you really think you're going to intimidate me, spongebob? Marcus.
Take a look around this office.
Tommy Jefferson is a really big shot.
Look.
Pictures with presidents.
Take a look at this.
University of Virginia Law School.
He's a very proper lawyer.
You need to take him more seriously.
You really do.
Are you out of your mind? Relax, Harry.
I hit people all the time.
The bad ones never report me.
It's fine.
- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it isn't! - Did you learn anything? Well, let's see.
He confirmed everything Vinnie said.
Overheard the victim breaking up with a lover, not her husband.
It's all recorded on my iPhone 4, hi-def.
Oh.
And there was this.
He told all of the above to Roseanna Remmick months ago.
That's prosecutorial misconduct.
That's grounds for dismissal with prejudice.
I'm not sure that would be enough.
It's enough to try.
It's enough to win.
Harry, if the judge is pissed enough, he is gonna slam her.
We got a whack maid, loon son, scorned lover, and now pross misconduct.
These are real cards we can play.
We're in this thing, Harry.
We are in it.
That is why it's so important to get an education.
Things you can do with a diploma.
- Am I right? - Like Stallone in "Rocky"! Yo, Adrian.
Okay.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, quiet.
Quiet down.
It's huge.
If it's deemed exculpatory evidence, and she concealed it, judge could kick this case right now.
- What do you mean, kick it? - The D.
A.
has a duty to reveal exculpatory evidence.
As legal ethics go, it's a big one.
It's grounds for dismissal with prejudice, which means you'd go free, and they can't refile.
Are you serious? Free? Just like that? It's certainly not a given.
No judge wants to free a murder suspect.
My bet is it probably won't fly here.
But it doesn't mean we can't use it.
At a minimum, it will help predispose the judge against the D.
A.
, which in and of itself is significant.
The question becomes how? How best to use it, how to play it.
Oh, I knew this bitch was holding something back, I just knew it.
What?! Having a little party, and nobody tweeted me? - What are you doing here? - I came to talk.
Don't you have any assistants to warn you when the enemy has landed, or are they all just too busy selling shoes? Two minutes? You and me, in private, please.
Mr.
Sanders, I'll thank you not to whack me on the head as I go.
Okay.
What? Well, first of all, congratulations.
You've succeeded in getting the press to talk about the imaginary evidence on the victim's body.
Well done, Harry.
I consider it a small victory when I get others to sink to my level.
Roseanna, just get to the point, would you? I'm here to call a truce of sorts.
If you've done your homework and I'm sure you have I love the pretrial gamesmanship.
I'm all about getting the upper psychological hand on my opponents.
But once the trial actually begins, we're officers of the court, and I would hope we could both conduct ourselves as such.
You know, let the evidence be the story now, Harry, not you or me.
I assume we can agree on that? Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You probably came in here to plant a bugging device, just like you planted that crowbar, so you can listen in on our strategy.
I'm gonna have this place swept as soon as you leave, and fumigated, too, since you came in person.
Well it seems it's gotten personal.
I like that.
Good, 'cause it is personal.
It's now very personal.
And I have no intention of calling any truce.
Well, then, I guess there's really nothing left to say, is there? Except let the fun begin.