The Lincoln Lawyer (2022) s04e07 Episode Script

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Maggie McPherson for the defense.
You need help. Let me help you.
[Mickey] Nothing of value in there.
Toss everything or donate it.
[Izzy] Jeanine was an aspiring thespian
in high school. They grew up together.
[Cisco] Last known address
was in the marina. I think I found him.
- Who? Gazarian?
- Yeah.
Yes! I love you, Cisco.
[man] Turn the fuck around.
[Izzy] Grace, look.
Is that guy filming Mickey's arrest?
You're Demon Fox?
She needs to use the video in court
for trial.
You stepped in when
Mickey needed someone.
You helped make him who he is.
Conditions of probation.
No associating with gang members.
You could go away for seven years.
[Dana] A new charge. First-degree murder
with the special circumstance of murder
for financial gain.
The allegation requires that the
defendant go into custody immediately.
[Maggie] He not only has to fear
for his safety from other prisoners,
but the sheriff's department violated
Mr. Haller's rights,
and he caught them in the act.
The court is inclined to split the baby.
You can continue your current bail
and waive your right to a speedy trial,
or I will revoke bail and remand you,
leaving your speedy trial date in place.
[Lorna] I have something to tell you.
Legal had a heart attack. He's gone.
[Maggie] You have to do this,
otherwise you wouldn't go to the funeral.
[Stone] Mr. Haller, made a decision?
Your Honor, I surrender myself
to the court at this time.
I will not waive my speedy trial.
[Stone] Court hereby remands you
back into custody.
- [buzzer sounds]
- [lock clicks]
[door slams open]
[guard] Get up.
You have a visitor.
[distant, indistinct shouting]
[sighs]
- [buzzer sounds]
- [lock clicks]
[quiet, poignant music playing]
Hey, kid.
Legal, what what are you doing here?
- [Legal] Came to see you.
- But
[Legal] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
One too many pastrami sandwiches.
The hard living finally
caught up with me.
Don't look so sour.
It's depressing.
[sighs] I couldn't even go
to your funeral.
[Legal] Trust me, you didn't miss much.
At least the catering was good.
For once, my kids didn't skimp.
[Mickey chuckles]
So what do you got?
Nothing. I'm
I'm lost, Legal.
I can't see the play on this one.
Your client, Sam Scales.
He was a con man, right?
Well, he would call himself a con artist.
A guy like that can't help himself, kid.
There's no honor among thieves.
[Mickey sighs sadly, sniffles]
What am I gonna do without you, Legal?
[Legal] Same thing you did with me.
Figure it out.
There's an old Chinese proverb.
"A wise parent gives their children
roots and wings."
[Mickey chuckles softly, sniffles]
Chinese proverb?
What? I saw it in a fortune cookie
at Yang Chow.
We gave you the roots.
Your father and me both.
Now you gotta spread your wings, kid.
Don't worry so much.
I'm right here.
Always.
[guard] Haller.
Haller.
Get up.
You have a visitor.
[Mickey sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
- [buzzer sounds]
- [lock clicks]
[in Spanish] Hi, Mom.
Thank you for coming.
Of course.
How are you handling all of this?
I'm fine, Mom. Don't worry about me.
Everyone missed you at the funeral.
It was very nice.
Although, David's kids
didn't seem as heartbroken as I expected,
but they were always spoiled brats.
Mom, I need to talk to you about Hayley.
She was at the funeral with her mother
who was cold, as always.
I can't believe my granddaughter
is going through all this
without me around to help her.
That's why I want to talk to you.
I need you to take Hayley to Mexico.
Are you sure?
Unfortunately, yes.
My situation is causing trouble for her.
It's not fair.
Plus, the prosecutor is gonna say
terrible things about me.
I don't want her to hear them.
[Elena] Well, I'm not happy about why,
but it's about time
that girl got a taste of her roots.
And she can help me plan my wedding.
I'm sure she'll love that.
[Elena chuckles softly]
Leave it to Mamí.
I'll take care of her
while you take care of yourself.
Eat something. You're too skinny.
[Mickey chuckles]
I love you.
I still can't believe
Mickey missed Legal's funeral.
Well, look at it this way.
What do you think Legal
would have told him to do?
Looks worse than it is.
[Lorna scoffs] Ha!
Well, the good news is
that before they jumped me,
I managed to place a tracking device
in Jeanine Ferrigno's car.
That way, if they go anywhere,
we'll know about it.
- Did you go to the emergency room?
- No, he did not.
- [bell dings]
- [doors open]
[quirky music playing]
Cisco!
Excuse me. Just a sec.
[music softens]
[Cisco sighs]
[music fades]
Don't move.
What is that?
Why does it smell so awful?
It's arnica gel.
Helps with the bruising.
I keep a tube of it here because
all the men at Haller and Associates
seem to constantly be getting
punched in the face.
- Ow.
- [sternly] Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?
Maybe next time, don't be such an idiot.
What if Gazarian's guys
try to finish the job?
Why would they risk that?
Because they are psychotic gangsters
working for
an even more psychotic gangster.
There's so much going on
with Mickey in jail.
I can't be worrying
my husband's gonna end up in the morgue
or in someone's trunk.
Babe.
I promise that is not gonna happen.
Now I can keep tabs on them
from a safe distance with the tracker.
Lorna.
I am taking this seriously.
[tense music playing]
[Mickey] Let's talk about Gazarian.
[Maggie] If we're lucky, we can establish
that he was a secret owner of Biogreen,
and we can say that Sam
was working at Biogreen too.
But where does that get us?
[Mickey] That's where the FBI comes in.
They were looking for Sam.
They picked him up in Los Alamitos.
- They didn't bring charges against him.
- Exactly. Why not?
Because Sam isn't who they were after.
They wanted Gazarian.
Bingo, and they used Sam to get to him.
You think Gazarian had Sam killed
because he found out
Sam was informing on him to the FBI?
Well, it makes sense. Doesn't it?
So setting you up was what, payback?
Gazarian hates me
because of what happened in court.
He saw an opportunity, and he took it.
Now we gotta put him on the stand again,
but we gotta be careful about it.
If we move too soon, we'll lose him.
Cisco's on it. He put a tracker
on Gazarian's girlfriend's car.
- But [sighs]
- [Mickey] What?
I don't like this.
You didn't see what they did to Cisco.
- This guy is dangerous.
- [Mickey] Tell me something I don't know.
It might work to our advantage
this time though.
Let him think he scared us off, then
serve him when he's not expecting it.
Cisco will know what to do.
Saying that Gazarian killed Sam
is a good theory,
but we need the jury to believe it.
We need evidence.
We'll find some.
Unfortunately,
I can't help with that right now.
Don't worry. We'll all be on it.
Oh, before I forget, um,
my mom agreed to take Hayley.
Good. Maybe she can have some fun
away from all of this.
I'll tell Hayley at dinner, and tomorrow,
I'm gonna get on to jury selection.
Thank you, Maggie, for everything.
[Maggie] Don't thank me yet.
As I recall, jury selection
is a particular specialty of Dana Berg's.
Oh, I know.
Luckily, I still have
a few tricks of my own.
Okay.
Adios, McFierce.
[door unlocks]
[funky music playing]
[woman] No. We're
just on our lunch break.
I'm heading back there in a minute.
Wait, hold on a second.
Hi, can I have one of your cafe mochas
with an extra shot?
Thanks. Oh, and I'm gonna have
one of those cookies.
Don't know what they're doing.
They wanna throw the ball,
but don't have the receivers.
The defense is okay,
but they can't stay off the field.
It's a mess.
Come on, don't stop ♪
Do your thing, hey ♪
No, it's a murder trial.
Yeah, I know.
Hopefully, they don't pick me.
You gotta do your thing ♪
I'll call you when I'm done.
Do your thing ♪
Uh! Do your thing, hey ♪
Come on, don't stop ♪
Do your thing ♪
Don't give up ♪
- Do your ♪
- Do your thing ♪
Do your thing ♪
- Do your thing ♪
- [phone vibrates]
I'm gonna stretch my legs
before we start up again, okay?
Yeah.
[quiet, intriguing music playing]
- [Mickey clears throat]
- Blue is bad, right?
Yeah. Blue is cold. Red is hot.
- Most people would think the opposite.
- That's the point.
To fool nosy prosecutors who try to cheat
and look at my notes like Golantz.
You're telling me
Jeff Golantz looked at your juror notes?
- Yeah.
- When?
The Trevor Elliott
case, but it backfired.
He thought blue was good
and red was bad, like you said.
I find that very hard to believe.
Yeah, of course you do. You think
everyone on your side has a halo.
[sighs] Sixty-eight is
a retired school teacher.
She didn't raise any red flags for me.
Why do you think she's a problem?
I don't know. I
She's just giving me a bad vibe.
Think she might be pro-law enforcement.
She might not buy
that a cop tried to frame me.
We only have one peremptory left.
I'd be more inclined to use this guy,
number 19,
an accountant on the west side,
as Dana's juror.
Normally, I would agree with you,
but I don't know.
I just have a hunch about 68.
This hunch doesn't have anything to do
with the text you got?
What text?
Really? Uh-huh.
Whatever you're up to,
it's not gonna work.
Why not?
Because Berg and Golantz are tight.
He was her second chair for years.
They play pickleball together.
If he knows your color scheme,
she does too.
I'll be right back.
[suspenseful music playing]
Both sides have
one last peremptory challenge. Ms. Berg?
The people would like to thank
and excuse juror 68.
[Stone] Sixty-eight, you are excused.
The court thanks you.
See, if she knows blue is bad,
and she stole a look at your note,
she wouldn't have kicked 68.
Yeah, well, that's why
I switched it to red.
I got the deputy
to take me to the men's room
to make sure she had a chance to look.
Did you pull a Princess Bride?
Hayley's favorite movie.
"Truly, you have a dizzying intellect."
[Mickey chuckles]
I do all right.
The defense would like to thank
and excuse juror 19, Your Honor.
[Stone] Very well.
Juror 19, you are excused.
Thank you for your service.
Thanks.
[opening theme music playing]
[music fades]
[buzzer sounds]
[quiet chattering]
- What's up, man?
- Mm-hmm.
You know you got about 12 hungry dudes
waiting to see you, right?
[Mickey sighs]
Office hours are closed, Bamba.
Like, for today or for good?
For the foreseeable future.
I gotta focus on my own case.
- You're gonna break some hearts, man.
- Can't be helped.
And Bamba, just stay close by. All right?
Yeah, for sure. I got you, man.
At least until they ship me upstate.
Oh.
Man, you know, I never thanked you
for hooking me up with a job. You know?
Wish you could have stuck around,
even if you did hate my music.
Well, trust me, I'd rather be listening
to that music than stuck in here, man.
You hitting up that meeting later?
I'll go with you.
You're in the program?
Nah, man. But going to those meetings
get me out of my cell for a minute.
[Mickey chuckles]
[Bamba] I'll wait here
until you finish your work.
Think I saw an old Sports Illustrated
swimsuit edition.
Tyra Banks, y'all. You know it?
[jazzy pensive music playing]
- [buzzer sounds]
- [lock clicks]
[keys jangling]
[indistinct shouting nearby]
[buzzer sounds]
[music continues]
[sighs softly]
[music ends]
I'm afraid that case book
won't do you much good.
- It's from 1995.
- It it is?
Yeah. [sighs]
Most of the books in here are.
Jails are in the business
of keeping people in,
not helping them get out.
[inmate] Hey.
You're that lawyer, right?
Yeah.
I have a preliminary hearing coming up.
My lawyer wants me to take a plea.
But I didn't do it.
Look, I'm really sorry, man,
but I just can't help anybody today.
All right?
Good luck.
[inmate sighs]
[sighs]
What's the charge?
Murder.
They say I killed my business partner
so I can get the whole business.
[Mickey] Financial gain.
That sounds familiar.
- All right.
- [Lorna] Why don't you tell me your story?
[inmate] I grew up in Crenshaw.
Uh, got into a little trouble
when I was young. [sighs]
But it was nothing major.
But it was enough to get me a record.
I mean, eventually,
I I got my shit together.
I started saving my pennies.
I got a loan from the SBA.
Finally, I was able
to open my own business.
And that was CG Liquors?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Those are my initials, Carter Gates.
The first store was in West Adams.
A few years later, I opened a second.
That's when I took on a partner.
I knew this guy, Gary,
my my cousin's friend.
He had some capital, and, uh
he he seemed like a good guy.
But after a couple of a years, I started
noticing some money was missing.
I mean, the books weren't adding up.
And I knew it had to be Gary.
So finally, I confronted him about it.
In the detective's report, you admitted
to arguing the morning he was killed.
No, we were just yelling
at each other. [chuckles]
That's all it was. I left the store,
and the next thing I know,
Gary was dead.
Those cops took one look at my record,
and that was it.
All they wanted to do was arrest someone
and be done with it.
I'm not gonna sugarcoat this.
Carter, it looks bad.
Real bad. They have an eyewitness.
[Carter] Please, I can pay you.
I I was already
paying that other lawyer.
I didn't do this.
I'm not a killer, Ms. Crane.
Whatever else I I might have done,
I'm not that.
But if I take this plea, that's it.
[somber music playing]
That is the rest of my life.
[Lorna sighs softly]
[poignant music playing]
Tell me about this eyewitness.
[Cisco] Rashad Harrison?
[Lorna] He's the stock boy at CG Liquors.
He said he saw my client
kill his business partner.
[Izzy] Is your client Carter Gates?
Oh, I'm on speaker.
Hey, Izzy. Yes, that's him.
Well, you just got his files.
[Lorna] Hopefully, there's something
in there we can use.
Carter said Rashad got a new job.
Can you find him and talk to him?
Uh, it looks like he works
at a weed dispensary in Culver City.
Babe, I'm currently sitting on Gazarian
and his girlfriend
in an Airbnb in Pasadena right now.
I can't go all the way down
to Culver City.
Right, but there's a tracker in his car,
so you don't have
to physically follow him, right?
- In theory, yes, but
- [Lorna] What does "in theory" mean?
[Cisco] If he leaves the state,
we can't subpoena him.
Can't take that chance.
Gotta stay close to him.
But we can call in outside help.
- What about the Road Saints?
- What?
Bringing in the Road Saints
isn't gonna make this any less dangerous.
[sighs] Okay, Cisco, you obviously
don't want to listen to me.
That's fine. Do whatever you want.
When it's time to serve the subpoena,
we're gonna have Val do it.
That's what we're paying him for. Okay?
Cisco?
Okay.
Good. Hey, Izzy,
if you drive me to Culver City tomorrow,
I'll buy you a burger at Father's Office.
- That would be a yes.
- Great. See you then.
- Okay, babe.
- [phone line beeps]
[soft pensive music playing]
[Cisco breathes deeply]
Cisco, she's just scared. That's all.
She doesn't know what she'd do
if something happened to you.
Thing is you're not
a lone wolf anymore.
Gotta remember that.
[music intensifies]
Hey.
[handcuffs clicking]
I got a call from Judge Stone's clerk.
Any idea what this is about?
Hypocrite.
Excuse me?
You accused me of withholding discovery,
but it was the other way around.
What's going on, Dana?
Maybe you should ask your ex-husband.
[bailiff] All rise.
The Honorable
Judge Lionel Stone presiding.
Refereeing another discovery dispute
was not on my bingo card today.
Ms. Berg, we were supposed to be starting
your opening statement.
Would you care to explain
why that has changed?
My apologies, Your Honor,
but we received the defense's
amended witness list yesterday,
and we saw a name was added.
Iris Dietrich.
My investigator spoke with her
and learned that she was
the victim's landlady
at his last known address.
An address that the prosecution
was not previously aware of
because the victim
was living under an alias.
But it turns out that Mr. Haller
was aware of this.
In fact, Ms. Dietrich told us
that the defendant
already visited the location.
Apparently, Mr. Haller went through
Mr. Scales' belongings
and then told her she could
"throw away his things
or sell them at a yard sale."
Mr. Haller has blatantly violated
the rules of discovery,
even going so far as to permit
the destruction of evidence,
not to mention
what he may have taken for himself.
This is ridiculous.
Yes, we went to the address
and examined what was there,
but I took nothing.
I guarantee you, Ms. Dietrich told them.
Ms. Berg just chose not to mention
- Judge! Not
- I'm not finished!
Ms. Berg, you had your turn.
Now, as an officer of the court,
I would never destroy evidence
or take anything without sharing it
with the prosecution.
The truth is, there was nothing there
of any evidentiary value.
The address itself
is of evidentiary value.
I asked the court for permission
to go interview a witness,
the victim's former cellmate in Arizona.
Ms. Berg was fully aware of this.
The cellmate gave me
the victim's alias and address.
Which you failed to provide to us.
Your Honor, I ask the court
that Mr. Haller be sanctioned
for this egregious conduct.
[Mickey] What egregious conduct?
We are under no duty
to turn over witness statements
unless we're calling the
witness to trial, which we're not.
You used the evidence
that you got from the witness.
Which you could also have gotten
if you were doing your job, Dana.
Okay, both of you.
Enough.
Your Honor, the People
demand that this
I'm sorry, the People demand?
Mr. Haller may not have
bent over backwards
to make things easy on the People,
but he is not required to.
By the letter of the law,
he did nothing wrong.
You knew about this witness
and could have interviewed him
at any point.
Thank you, Your Honor.
The spirit of the law
is another matter, however,
and, Mr. Haller,
there you come up a bit short.
What you did was legal,
but if you attempt to introduce
any evidence gained from this witness,
which was not disclosed in advance,
the evidence will be suppressed,
and we will discuss sanctions
at that point.
Do I make myself clear?
Yes, Your Honor, absolutely.
Very well, then. Let's bring in the jury
and get this started.
[tense music playing]
You really didn't find anything?
Nothing that I took with me.
Mags, I didn't break a single rule here.
All right? Besides, we won.
Did we?
He has you on notice.
One more misstep,
and he can hang this over your head.
I did what I had to do.
This is not a fair fight, Maggie.
It never is.
They have all the power,
so you do whatever you can
to even the playing field.
Welcome to my side.
[tense music continues]
[music fades]
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
I am Deputy District Attorney Dana Berg.
I am here today for one reason.
Justice.
A man was murdered
with callous disregard
for the law or decency or morality
by a person who had been entrusted
as an officer of this very court.
A person who was supposed
to uphold the rules, not break them.
The People intend to prove with certainty
that Sam Scales was killed
by his own attorney, Michael Haller.
"For what reason?" you may ask.
Well, among others, the simplest of all.
Money.
We will demonstrate
that Mr. Scales and Mr. Haller
were in a financial dispute
for unpaid legal fees.
And the defendant,
in all of his rage and his greed,
decided that the best chance for him
to recover that money
was to kill Sam Scales
and collect on his estate.
To that end, the evidence will show
that Mr. Haller
lured the victim to his home
and then shot him point-blank
in the trunk of his own car.
And then the defendant proceeded to drive
with the victim's body
in his car to the desert,
where he intended to bury it.
And he might have gotten away
with all of this
if it weren't for the sharp eyes
of a police officer
who noticed a missing license plate
and initiated a routine traffic stop.
Now, I won't mince words.
Sam Scales was a criminal himself.
Con man.
Person who took advantage of others
for his own gain.
But regardless of his crimes,
he did not deserve to be murdered.
No one does.
Just as no one is above the law,
especially not someone
who has been sworn to defend it.
Mr. Haller may have thought
that Sam Scales was an easy target.
Someone whose death
would go unmourned and unnoticed.
He may have thought
that all of his intricate knowledge
of the justice system
would enable him to get away with murder.
And he may have thought
that even if he did get caught,
he could use all of his years
of trial experience
to distract and deceive you.
But he was wrong.
He was wrong on all counts.
And once you are able to look
at the clear facts in front of you,
I'm confident you will deliver
the only possible verdict.
Guilty.
Thank you.
[Stone] Thank you, Ms. Berg.
Let's take a short recess.
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
I'm sorry we can't stay.
We have to talk to the witness
about the case you asked me to look into.
No, thanks for being here.
I'll try and come back. Knock 'em dead.
[suspenseful music playing]
[music subsides]
Maggie thinks the prosecution
could wrap up in four days.
That means we need to be ready to
subpoena Gazarian in three. We're all set?
Shouldn't be a problem. They're still
Oh shit.
What?
They're on the move.
- Gotta go.
- All right. Stay on them.
My entire case is
riding on this subpoena.
Yeah, I got this.
[music intensifies]
Is the defense ready
for your opening statement?
[music fades]
You ready?
[Mickey exhales]
To quote a famous lawyer,
"Watch this."
Yes. Thank you, Your Honor.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, hello.
My name is Maggie McPherson,
and I am cocounsel for the defense,
along with Mr. Haller.
Now, you should know that I have given
many opening statements in my career,
but this one is a first for me.
My first on the defense side.
See, I'm normally a prosecutor.
Now, it's not that I've made
a big career change. Far from it.
I have dedicated my life
to seeking justice,
and that is exactly what I am doing here
because this case
is nothing short of an injustice.
So I'm gonna be brief
in the interest of getting
to the evidence in this case,
or the lack thereof,
because a trial is a search for truth,
and you, the jury, are the truth seekers.
You must be unbiased and undaunted.
You must question everything.
Question the facts.
Question the evidence.
Question the prosecutor. Question me.
And if you do that,
you will find the truth.
And the truth here is
that the People
have made a terrible mistake.
They have charged
the wrong person with this crime,
and we will show that.
We will show you that a man
whose name the State won't even mention,
a man whom they would rather you
not even know exists,
is the man actually responsible
for the death of Sam Scales.
This man, this man,
is innocent.
[pensive music playing]
There's not much more to say.
We don't have to prove his innocence
for you to return a "not guilty" verdict.
It's the People who have to prove guilt.
You see, in our justice system,
the defense
doesn't have to prove anything.
But I promise you
we will.
Thank you.
[pensive music continues]
[indistinct whispering]
I knew I picked the right lawyer.
[funky music playing]
[horn beeps]
[grunts, sighs]
[puffs sharply]
[car starts]
[music fades]
[Lorna] Thanks for agreeing
to meet us, Rashad.
We wanna know what you remember
about the day of the shooting.
Like I told the other lawyer, I was
in the stockroom when Carter came in.
Him and Gary got in this crazy fight.
I wasn't trying to be involved,
so I stayed in the back.
I thought they was finna throw down,
but then Carter just left.
When did the shooting happen?
About 15 minutes later,
Carter came in with black pantyhose
on his face, holding a gun.
Then he fired a warning shot, yelling,
"Give me all the fucking money!"
So he had pantyhose over his head,
but you still knew it was Carter?
It was him.
[splutters] Same build, same size.
Plus, I heard his voice.
I know Carter's voice.
- Were you still in the stockroom?
- No. I came out. I saw him.
When I saw the gun,
I ducked back in there.
Then I heard the shot,
so I hid behind some boxes.
But he only got one shot off
before the gun jammed.
[Lorna] How do you know the gun jammed?
I grew up in South Central.
I know what a gun jam sound like.
After, I heard two clicks,
then Gary got a shot off.
He keep a gun behind the counter.
And then I guess the
jam must have cleared
because then I heard another shot
from Carter's gun.
Then everything went quiet.
He ran out. I called 911.
- How long until they got there?
- [exhales] Don't know, about ten minutes.
First person there
was the community security guard.
He tried to give Gary CPR,
but it was too late.
What's a community security guard?
We have one where my studio is too.
All the businesses chip in for it.
It's supposed to discourage crime.
Doesn't seem to work.
All right, look, look.
I like Carter. All right? I ain't never
had a problem. Always been cool.
But I know what I saw,
and I know what I heard.
[tense music playing]
[Lorna sighs]
[Dana] At what point did you decide
to initiate a traffic stop,
Officer Collins?
Uh, after we crossed Alameda Street.
That's where the area becomes
a little less densely populated.
And that's important, why?
At that point, I still didn't know
what I was dealing with.
And in the event of trouble,
it's always best to be in an area
where no innocent bystanders
can get caught in the crossfire.
[Dana] Mmm. Understood.
So what happened at that point?
I put on my lights and siren.
The defendant pulled over.
- It's all there on the dashboard video.
- [remote clicks]
I approached his vehicle, asked him
for his license and registration.
[Dana] Did you notice
anything suspicious?
Other than the missing license plate,
of course.
Not at first, no.
I asked the defendant to exit his vehicle
and showed him why I pulled him over.
He acted surprised
and then, uh impatient.
Impatient?
[Collins] Yeah, like he wanted
to get out of there.
He insisted I write him a ticket
and just send him on his way.
- And were you about to do that?
- I was, yeah.
Until I saw the blood.
Marking People's Exhibit 4,
the officer's body camera footage.
[remote clicks]
[Mickey] What?
[Collins] Is that blood?
So, Officer Collins,
tell us about the blood.
[garage rock music playing]
Be a man, can a mystery man ♪
Be a doll, be a baby doll ♪
It can't be fun, not anyway ♪
It can't be found, no way at all ♪
A distant man can't sympathize ♪
He can't uphold his distant laws ♪
Due to form on that today ♪
I got a feeling then I hear this call ♪
I said, neat, neat, neat ♪
- She can't afford no cannon ♪
- Neat, neat, neat ♪
- She can't afford no gun at all ♪
- Neat, neat, neat ♪
- She can't afford no cannon ♪
- Neat, neat, neat ♪
- She ain't got no name to call ♪
- Neat, neat, neat ♪
- She ain't got no name to call ♪
- Neat, neat, neat ♪
- [song ends]
- The forensics team showed up.
I escorted the defendant to the station
and, uh, booked him into custody.
Thank you, Officer.
Nothing further, Your Honor.
[Stone] Very well. We'll take a recess,
then resume with cross-examination.
It's 3:30. She used up most of the day.
And the jury's half-asleep now.
In the DA's office,
we call that a filibuster.
Oh, so you have your own tricks.
I'm only gonna get through
some of our questions.
The rest, we're gonna have to wait
until next week,
which means the jury's going home
with her story in their head.
Unless you flip the script.
She didn't leave you enough time,
so skip the preamble and get right to it.
- [intriguing music playing]
- [sighs]
- [Mickey] Good afternoon, Officer Collins.
- Good afternoon.
Can you please tell the jury who it was
that told you to follow my car
the night of the traffic stop?
Uh, no, I can't,
because that did not happen.
Are you telling this jury
that you received no notice
or instructions to pull me over,
like a phone call or a text?
Objection. Asked and answered.
- Sustained.
- [Mickey] I apologize, Your Honor.
I just wanna make sure the witness
fully understands the question.
In fact
I'd like to refer back to the dashboard
and body camera videos
the People showed from my arrest.
[remote clicks]
[Mickey] Now, Officer,
you claim that you made the decision
to follow my car
because you noticed
my missing rear license plate.
Is that correct?
Yes, that's right.
[Mickey] Okay.
- [remote clicks]
- Let's watch, then.
Can you see the missing license plate
on this frame, Officer?
Uh, no, it's not visible yet.
Can you explain, then,
why you shifted your car into drive
before it was even possible
to see the missing license plate?
- [remote clicks]
- Uh
It must have been just cop instinct,
I guess.
[Mickey] Cop instinct?
Is that a class at the
police academy, or
- [jurors chuckle]
- [Collins laughs]
No, no. I've been a police officer
for over ten years, though,
and sometimes we just get a feeling
when something's about to happen.
I see. Okay, let's, uh
let's go back a little further, then.
[remote clicks]
- [remoted clicks]
- [buzzing on video]
Can you tell us
what that buzzing sound was?
Sorry, buzzing sound?
Yes, the buzzing sound,
just before I came out of the restaurant.
You You heard it. Didn't you?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I heard something,
but, uh, hard to say what it was exactly.
Could have been anything.
Did it sound like
maybe a phone receiving a text message?
Uh, objection. Calls for speculation.
[Stone] Sustained.
I'll rephrase.
What did that buzzing sound like to you?
[Collins] Uh, like I said,
very difficult to say.
[Mickey] It's still your sworn testimony
that you received no texts
or alerts of any kind
directing you to pull me over?
I think you already know
the answer to that.
Please answer the question, Officer.
Sorry, what I meant to say was
the defendant already subpoenaed
all my cell phone records,
so he's well aware that I received
no calls or texts during that time.
Well, not from your personal phone
or your work phone,
but is it possible that buzzing
came from another phone?
Maybe a burner phone? You
know, one that can't be traced to you.
Objection!
There is no foundation
for this outrageous accusation
The foundation is the buzzing sound
everyone in this court heard, Your Honor.
Overruled. The witness may answer.
Should I repeat the question, Officer?
I don't recall that I had
any other cell phones on me at the time.
You don't recall? Okay.
Would a video of you carrying
such a phone refresh your memory?
Defense Exhibit A, Your Honor.
This is a video of my arrest
shot by a passerby on her cell phone,
and before the People
can object they've never seen it,
we're offering it as impeachment.
We also have no authentication
for this video, Your Honor.
- The officer can authenticate it.
- [remote clicks]
I mean, that that
is you, Officer. Right?
[remote clicks]
[clears throat] Yeah, it seems
seems to be.
Video is admitted. Proceed, Mr. Haller.
[remote clicks]
[Mickey] Can I ask,
what are you tossing into your car there?
[Collins] I Uh
I don't recall.
Was it a burner phone?
This, uh this is not
what it seems like.
- [Mickey] Then then what is it like?
- This has no bearing on this case.
The court will decide
what has bearing on this case
and what does not.
Your Honor, may counsel approach?
Not now, Ms. Berg.
[Mickey] I'll ask again, Officer.
Under oath, did you or did you not
have a burner phone that night?
A burner phone
that you got a text message on
just before you decided to follow?
[Dana] Objection. Counsel is testifying.
[Mickey] I'm just
trying to get an answer.
If the witness refuses to answer,
I have no choice
I was having an affair.
[gasping, muttering in courtroom]
Okay?
My wife and I
were going through difficulties,
and I was using that phone
to communicate with a girlfriend.
Right, and I I don't suppose
you can produce this phone
so we can verify that's all it was?
No.
Thankfully, my wife and I
patched things up, and I got rid of it.
Ah. How convenient.
Objection.
Sustained.
The jury will disregard that last remark.
Nothing further.
Any redirect?
[Dana] Yes, Your Honor.
Just to reiterate, Officer,
did you receive
any alert or text of any kind
that was connected
in any way with the defendant?
No, I did not.
So this was just your private business.
Is that right?
Yes, that's correct.
I'm not proud of it, but it had nothing
to do with me pulling the defendant over,
and it certainly had nothing to do
with finding a dead body in his trunk.
Thank you. Nothing further.
[Stone] Very well.
The witness is excused.
Thank you, Judge.
[Stone] Adjourned until Monday.
The jurors will remember their admonition
not to discuss this case with anyone,
nor read or view
any media accounts of this case.
Thank you.
Throw enough mud at the wall
and eventually something will stick.
Well played, I guess.
[Mickey] That wasn't a play, Dana.
This might be a game to you,
but to me, it's life or death.
Not something to be playing around with.
Well, enjoy the theatrics while you can.
Juror 68.
What?
I wanted her off the jury.
I knew you would cheat to get an edge.
That was a play.
Today's the real thing.
Don't let her get under your skin.
You hear me? That's what she wants.
Get some sleep.
Got a lot of work to do tomorrow.
I'll be ready.
- It's gonna be okay, Izzy.
- [door closes]
I'm just worried about him
falling into old habits.
There's no easier place
to do that than jail.
[tense music playing]
- [phone vibrates]
- [upbeat music playing nearby]
[phone vibrates]
Hey, babe.
Hey, what do you know about a GLOCK 19?
[Cisco] Um
That it's the follow-up to the GLOCK 18,
but not much else. Why?
I'm looking at a ballistics report
in this Carter Gates case.
That's the gun he used in the murder,
but Carter says
he never owned any gun at all.
So I'm just trying to figure out,
is it a hard gun to get a hold of?
I don't think so, but, uh, I can
look into it tomorrow for you, babe.
[Lorna] Okay, I'm gonna head home soon.
What do you want for dinner?
Uh, I'll probably grab myself something
because I'll be home a little later.
- [cheering and laughing over phone]
- Cisco, where are you?
Um Palm Springs.
Palm Springs? When
were you gonna tell me?
[Cisco] Well, I'm telling you now.
Gazarian and Jeanine took off.
I tracked them to a resort out here.
You had too much on your plate,
and, uh,
I didn't wanna add to your workload.
So, uh, I borrowed your car because
they know what the truck looks like,
but I did leave the truck
with a full tank of gas.
[Lorna] Your truck?
What am I, a homesteader?
I can't drive that thing.
And Cisco, you promised me
that you would call Val.
[Cisco] No, I did not.
I might have said okay
to get you to drop it.
Seriously?
[Cisco] This is my job, right?
Our entire case
depends on getting Gazarian served,
and we can't risk Val screwing it up.
No, this is some macho bullshit.
This is about your bruised ego
because you got beat up
by Gazarian's goons.
No, it is not,
and I am not afraid of those assholes!
Well, good for you because I am!
Damn it!
[phone line beeps]
Hey, my name is
Darius, and I'm an addict.
[men] Hi, Darius.
[Darius] I'm in here now
on a little parole violation, you know,
but my lawyer said
they gonna clear that up soon.
I did do three years in Solano though.
I've been clean for the past two.
You see, man, I've been using
since I was 13 years old.
I started off with a little weed.
Pretty soon,
I tried heroin.
I mean, where I grew up,
it wasn't hard to find.
And it still ain't.
I think that's the hard part
about it when you get out
is that it's still all out there
waiting for you.
You know, the same dudes
on the same corners
or at the same bars.
What I'm trying to say to y'all is,
man, ain't no shortcuts with this thing.
You got to work it every day.
Inside or out. You feel me?
- [man 1] For sure.
- [man 2] Talk about it, man.
All right.
Thank you all for coming.
Check the schedule for more meetings.
[indistinct chattering]
- You good?
- Yeah. I'm good.
[inmate grunting]
Hey! Hey! Back off!
[men shouting]
- Back off!
- Hey! Get off!
Bamba! Bamba!
Let me go, man!
- Mickey!
- [Mickey] Bamba!
What the hell is this? You can't do this!
Where are you taking me?
Whatever this is, it won't work.
Hey! What are you
- Get your fucking hands off!
- Shut up!
[panting]
[keys jangling]
- You can't do this!
- [unlocks door]
Hey!
[men grunting]
Hey!
[lock clicks]
[Mickey panting]
[ominous music playing]
[light buzzing]
- [Mickey] Hey!
- [banging on door]
You can't leave me here!
- Hey! Hey!
- [banging on door]
[music ends]
[quiet, tense music playing]
[music fades]