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He goes out
to collect a football bet,

and maybe won't come home again.

Never heard anything like it.

Well, Joe, Jim's a good kid.

Just fell in with
the wrong group of guys.

Owens is a
decent judge.

Even chance we get the
murder charge kicked.

One step at a time.
Jim might not do so bad.

Right.

But even if Owens
tosses the murder,

there's no chance the D.A.'s
going to plea out the rest.

With the policeman shot,

we're going to go to trial.

But Jim can get bail?

He can be out
until it's over?

If we get the murder kicked,
he gets bail.

But the bail is going
to be very high.

I can put up my house.

Yeah.

It's funny
what you remember,

times like this.

It must have been 20 years ago,

uh, before his mother ran off.

The three of us
were going to Arizona

to see his cousins--
my sister's kids.

I can barely see Jim in the
rearview, he was so little then.

Janet and me are fighting
about God knows what, and...

I run out of gas.

There was no moon
that night.

We were less than a mile out,

but the kid's
like seven years old then,

and to him,
it's the middle of nowhere.

And even though
I can see he's afraid,

I got to scream at Janet
like it's her damn fault,

when he says, "Dad?

"It's okay.

I'll take care of Mom
while you go."

It was right then I thought,

"He's going to be
a better man than me."

I thought he'd be fine.

Pete, come here, quick.
What? What's up?

A famous Vegas attraction
was robbed last night.

Police report the break-in
occurred just after closing...

They hit the Elvis-Plex.
They got the blue suede shoes.

...with the thief using
a tow truck to gain entry

and stealing hundreds
of thousands of dollars worth

of jewelry and memorabilia.

Anson Ricks,
owner of the museum...
No. Elvis.

Is anything sacred
in this town?

...believes that the shoes
on display

were the same ones worn by Elvis
on The Steve Allen Show.

They did. They got
the blue suede shoes.

According to metro police,
a suspect is in custody.
I told you.

For more on this
developing story,

stay tuned to Channel 37.

The bullet that nearly killed
Sergeant Sullivan

is a sad testimony to the crime
problem in North Vegas.

But rest assured,
starting today,

James Rodgers will answer
to this office.

D.A. Robart.

The Elvis-Plex heist.

What are you doing
to nab that yo-yo?

Mr. Morelli?

Okay, let's... let's go over the
stipulated facts of the case.

James Rodgers
drove a friend,

Daryl Carver, and a guy
named Jack to Downers Tavern.

Jack and Daryl
got out of the car,

went into the bar,
where they were confronted

by three off duty
police officers,

who shot and killed Daryl Carver

to stop what they believed
was a robbery in progress.

Jack ran from the bar, escaped.

And James was in his car,
outside, the whole time,

and yet, he is being charged

with murder
of one of the robbers.

I don't know.
That... that's just stupid.

I'm sorry, Judge.
Is that a legal argument?

No, it's a misapplication
of the law, Your Honor,

and far as I know, it's
never been tried before.

Well, there's always
a first time, Judge.

The felony murder rule

was meant to cover
the victim of a felon,

not the felon himself.

Uh, actually, no,
Your Honor.

NRS 200.030-B.

Murder in
the first degree

is the killing of a human being

while in the furtherance
of a class A or B felony.

It just says the killing
of a human being, Judge.

Daryl Carver was at least that,
felon or no felon.

Okay, how about
this, Your Honor?

If Sergeant Sullivan here
were on trial here today

for the shooting
of Daryl Carver,

I would vigorously defend
the shooting as righteous.

The officer had every
reason to believe

that there was a robbery
in progress.

Therefore, justified.

Now, if we can all agree

that Sergeant Sullivan's
shooting

was justifiable homicide,

how can we find
the kid in the car

guilty of murder?

I mean,

can't have both, can we?

Thank you, counsel.

Thank you, sir.

I'm going to disallow
the first degree.

Your Honor, a man died.
Officer Sullivan nearly died.

The attempted murder of
Sergeant Sullivan still stands,

as do the rest of the charges,

but the felony murder
of Daryl Carver is out.

Enough.
Move for bail, Your Honor.

No way, Judge.
Murder's gone.

You can't hold him no bail
for the rest.

His accomplice is still
at large. He's a flight risk.

Lived in Vegas
his whole life.

His father has put up
the family home.

Bail is set at $100,000
cash or bond.

Court is in recess.

Recess! Clear it!

You okay, son?

Yeah. Sure.

Let's just get out of here.

All right.

Step out of the road, sir.

Careful, sir.

Daryl Carver went
to Downers Tavern with a gun

to collect on a gambling debt.
That's a felony.

And as his getaway driver,
James Rodgers is guilty

of everything that happened
inside that bar.

Will the D.A.'s office appeal
the loss of the murder charge?

No. The defendant's still facing

extortion, robbery
and attempted murder.

We can manage
with that.

Mr. Gomez here

calls James Rodgers
a getaway driver.

You know what? If James Rodgers
knew he was with criminals

and they were out to collect
an illegal gambling debt,

then James is a getaway driver.

But... if it's just a loan
Jack made

to the bartender for--
I don't know-- um,

a boat, his mortgage...

if Jim thought
he was taking those guys

to collect a legal loan,

well, then, he's not
a getaway driver.

He's just a friend.

And if Jim didn't know that he
was involved with a felony,

if he was just giving
a buddy a ride,

then he is innocent

of every count against him.

You think Gomez can prove
it was a gambling debt?

It'll be hard to convince
the jury it wasn't.

You think Jim knew?

It doesn't really matter
what I think.

Yo, Kaczmarek.

Donte, what's up?

I need a lawyer, man.

What'd you do now?

Donte Neele, public
defender's office.

Lisa Tyler.

Yeah, Pete's new associate.

Word's been going around.

Got a burglary. Turns out
the office has a conflict.

Oh, no, no.
No, I can't.
It's 20 minutes.

They're moving him to
arraignment right now.

Donte, I'm in the middle
of a police

shooting here,
in case you hadn't noticed.

Maybe your new associate
can help out.

Just get the guy
a decent deal.

What is it?
You can't have her...

Burglary, no gun.
Caught him in possession.

Anybody get hurt?
Donte, I need her.

No violence. He hit the
place when it was shut.

He ran his tow truck
into the building.
Tow truck?

Wait a minute.
Is this the guy who hit Elvis?

Yeah.
I will take it.
You? I...

And they're moving him
to court now?
Should be there now.

Well, come on, Lisa.
Let's not keep a client waiting.

Come on, let's go!
Donte, we got this.

That's got to be him.

Unbelievable.

Mr. Purcel. Mr. Purcel.

Hi. I'm Pete Kaczmarek.
This is my associate,

Lisa Tyler.
The PD's office

has engaged us
on your behalf.

Well, all right. I thank you.

Miss Tyler's going to
stay here with you.

Do not say a word

she doesn't
tell you to say.

I, uh... I just need
to know one thing.

Did you really touch

the blue suede shoes?

And what happened next,
Officer Collins?

We were sitting at this table--

myself, Officers
Rodriquez and Sullivan--

when two men entered
the front door,

walked to the
end of the bar,

where they confronted
Mr. Wyatt.

Confronted?
They drew handguns
and demanded money,

at which point Officer Sullivan

drew his
off duty weapon

and announced his presence.

So, shots were fired?
Yes.

The perpetrator known as Jack
turned his gun on the sergeant.

The sergeant returned
fire in self-defense.

The second perpetrator
went down.

Who was Daryl Carver,
and he was killed?

Yes, and Sergeant
Sullivan was hit,

whereupon the shooter escaped
out the back door.

And you gave chase?

Rodriquez ran out the back door,
and I took the front.

Where you found the defendant

desperately trying
to start his car.

Objection, Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

Officer Collins,
did you find

James Rodgers trying
to flee the scene?

Yes.
Thank you.

Good afternoon, Officer Collins.

How you doing?
Pretty good.

You said
that Daryl and Jack

drew their weapons.

Did you see Daryl draw his?

No, not directly.

Not directly, huh?

Hmm.

Is that because Daryl's back
was to you

and the other officers
when he was shot?

His accomplice fired
on the sergeant.

The sergeant had every
right to shoot.

No, I... I am not in dispute

on the sergeant's
right to fire,

and if Daryl got shot

in the back, it was justified.

What I'm curious about is

if Daryl's back was to you
when he was shot...

...how could you see
if he drew a gun?

Did you see it?

Well, his gun was found
away from his body.

Not in the waistband or pocket.

He-He must have pulled it.

Oh, I see.

Because the gun
couldn't have been

knocked out
when he was shot and fell.

I get that.

One more thing.

Officer Collins,
can you carry a handgun

in the state of Nevada
with the proper permits?

Yes.

Did Daryl Carver have
the proper permit?

Yes.

Thank you, Officer Collins.

He's great.

You really took
that cop apart, man.

Shot him in the back.

It was sweet.

Jim, little respect.

Whatever.

All right, well,
they're gonna make the case

that you and Daryl were friends
and you knew he had a gun.

Well, if he kept it
in his pants, that's legal,

and you shouldn't
get blamed for that.

Right.

Cool.
- This guy Jack,

waving his around could
pose a problem for us.

They're going to argue that you
knew he was going to pull it.

I didn't.

They're also
going to argue you knew

he was a bookmaker
collecting on a debt.

I'll-I'll tell them
I never even met the guy.

Well, Jim, w-we're not
going to put you on the stand.

Yeah, we can't
have you lie, son.

What the hell do you mean "lie"?

It's-It's none of

your business, okay?

Just let me talk to my lawyers.

All right, I think
we had a long day,

so, uh, why don't
we get some sleep.

Hey, Pete, uh,
can you take care of this?

I didn't bring
any money with me.

Excuse me.

Come here.

Now, I want to
tell you something.

If it wasn't
for your father,

you'd be in prison
for 50 years.

Hey, he cashed
his pension,

he put up the house,

and he did all that so you
don't spend life without parole.

So, when this
is over--

whichever way
it turns out--

I expect to hear
"thank you"

and "I'm sorry."

And not to me.

Cool?

Up until six months ago, I
worked the Chrystal Room,

where they have
the impersonators.

And you were Elvis.

No, I was a handyman
some, some janitorial.

Arnie Barlow
got me the job;

he's the Chrystal's
main Elvis.

Then they let me go.

I haven't had
a job since.

Nothing?

Well, a couple conventions,
as a young Elvis.

But I'm a little
too old for that.

Why break into the
Elvis-Plex, Luke?

I was busted.

Behind on my rent, hiding
my truck from the bank.

And I got two
little ones

with their mom
up in Reno.

I send them $300 a
month, rain or shine.

Okay, the detective
found you with the shoes,

couple hundred grand in jewelry.

Did they get everything?

Yeah.

This Arnie Barlow--
you know it was him

who called the
police to tell them

that you offered
to sell him a ring?

Yeah.

I figured maybe him
and the other Elvises

would buy up
all the stuff.

But I guess he took it
a bit too personal.

Yeah, well, you stole
from the King, Luke.

That is personal.

I know.

But I just got
crazy some,

not having any
money at all.

It's frightening
for a man.

We'll try to help you,
Mr. Purcel,

but you might have to do
a little jail time.

Well, I suppose it
serves me right.

I do appreciate
the help, ma'am.

Sir.

Mr. Wyatt, the man you knew
as Jack-- he was your bookie?

Yes.

So you made illegal sports bets
with him, correct?

Yes.

And on the afternoon
of the crime,

you owed how much
for your losses?

$3,600.

Sir, can you explain
what happened when Daryl Carver

and Jack came to collect
on those losses?

I was...
behind the bar,

here, cleaning up.

I didn't even
see them come in.

He grabs me
by the collar.

Who grabbed you?
Daryl Carver.

And then Jack put
a gun at my head,

yelling, "Give me my money.
I'll kill you, I'll kill you."

I thought he
was going to.

And then?

Well, I heard the
officer yelling,

"Drop the gun.

Drop it."

And, well, then
all the shooting.

Thank you, Mr. Wyatt.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Wyatt.

How you doing?

Very well, sir, thank you.

Mr. Wyatt,

you're a bartender,
is that correct?

Yes.

So how far

from Downers Tavern
is the Strip?

How far?

Yeah, how far?

Half a mile;
I don't know.

So you work a half a mile

from the Strip,

yet you place
your illegal bets

with this dangerous bookie?

Why?

Why?

Yeah, why?

Why? I mean,

you told police

that you didn't even know

this guy Jack's last name.

I mean...

are you sure he was a bookie?

Yes.
And not just some guy

that loaned you money
and was tired

of you not paying him back?

Why would I say he's a
bookie if he's not a bookie?

I don't know.

Why would you bet three grand
with this stranger

carrying a gun,
when you could book it

a half a mile away
at the El Cid?

I mean, casinos--
they don't shoot.

We've got
a chance here, Nicky.

You did good
with that bartender.

Yeah, but then Gomez
knocked it right back.

You gave them
a reasonable doubt.

Doubt, yes.

I don't know how
reasonable it was.

Look, the cops figure
it was a robbery, fine;

the bartender says it was
a gambling debt, fine.

They still got to prove
what Jim knew

sitting out there in the car,
and they can't.

They didn't.

Ah, that kid must have
said a hundred times

how he didn't know
they were going after

a gambling debt.

Yeah. So?
Well, do you
believe him?

Okay, there you go.

Neither will the jury.

Can't believe the kid's gonna
do 20 years over a bad bet.

Like his father said,

I've never seen anything
like this before.

Four years.
Four years?

We could lose at trial and
still do better than that.

Give us some incentive
to make a deal here.

I don't have any incentive
to make one.

The guy was caught red-handed.

Mr. Purcel has no priors

and two children
he provides for.

Yes, evidently by stealing.
Okay, okay.

All the missing items
have been returned undamaged.

Which is why I'm giving you
four years.

Final offer.

Deal's good till happy hour.

There's a useful principle

in philosophy,

lex parsimoniae,

which suggests that
when looking for the solution

to a complex problem,

the simplest explanation
is most often correct.

Defense lawyers make a living
trying to prove that wrong.

See, because they're in the
business of trying to confuse,

to mix up, to obfuscate
and to weasel.

And, uh,

Mr. Morelli is one of the best.

But the simplest
explanation here

is still that
James Rodgers knew

that Daryl Carver

and Jack were
carrying guns

to, uh, collect on
a gambling debt.

I think you
all know that.

And if you know that,

then you have no choice

but to include Mr. Rodgers
as a full participant

to attempted murder,

extortion and robbery.

It's that simple.

Really.

Lex Parsimony.

"A useful principle
in philosophy."

Hmm.

Well, here's a
useful principle.

How about beyond a
reasonable doubt.

Okay, yes, I am
a criminal defense attorney.

So sue me.

But I'm also here to remind you
that the State's burden

is not to offer you
a simple story,

but to prove a crime.

All right,
let's look at the crime.

Daryl Carver carried a gun.

So? He had a permit.

It was legal.

Did James Rodgers
know he carried?

Ah, they were friends;
he probably knew.

But did James know

he was gonna use it?

Come on,

the State couldn't even prove

that Daryl drew it.

And Jack?

Mr. Wyatt doesn't even
know his last name,

but Mr. Gomez here wants you
to assume that James knew.

That James knew

all about
this illegal gambling debt.

Well, here's
the thing:

what if he didn't?

Right?

I mean, what if Daryl
and Jack just came up

to James and said,
"Hey, man, you give me a ride?

"I got to go pick up some cash,
this loan I gave a bartender

"for some bar stools,
and then we'll go out

and shoot some craps."

I mean, that's a simple story.

It's as simple as the State's.

Okay, I can't prove
all my stories.

But, luckily for Jim,

the State has to prove theirs.

It is that simple.

Listen to this.

"Items recovered:
blue suede shoes,

the Carolina concert ring,
federal agent-at-large badge."

Are you kidding?
The one that Nixon gave him?

Yeah. $300,000 worth
of the King's stuff--

jewelry, clothing,
rare photos.

Hi. Pete Kaczmarek
and Nick Morelli

here to see Arnie Barlow.

Uh, rare photos?
Yeah.

Uh, are they
worth something?

Oh, yeah.
Candids? Sure.

Are you kidding?
Look at that.

Okay, Priscilla Presley
and me.

Just dumb luck
I was at the El Cid

and she walked by
and I grabbed a shot.

Wait, wait,
you're saying

that this smudge here--

that's Priscilla Presley?

Yeah, look at the
cute little nose.

I mean, that's
definitely you, but...

Yeah, I mean,
it could be a woman.

It's a woman.
It's Pricilla Presley!

Forget it. It's
not for sale.

Jerk.

I'm gonna go talk
to Elvis, Nick.

Why don't you
grab a drink.

I think I will.
Thank you very much.

Mm. Mm-mm-mm.

He's sitting in
jail? Really?

Luke can't make bail,
Mr. Barlow.

Not even close.
He's broke.

That's why he did it.

Well, it's a crying shame.

Sure is. Poor guy.

Poor guy?

I'm-I'm sorry,
I'm a little confused here.

You turned him in.

Well, that's because he robbed
the King, man.

I mean, that all belongs
to the fans.

You can't just sell it
to some guy

who's going to just hide it away
in a safe.

Right, right, I get that.

I mean, he tried to sell me
the very ring

that the Colonel gave Elvis
when they signed with RCA.

Gold with-with
the diamond inlay.

Beautiful.
It was gorgeous.

And I got to tell you--
I was tempted.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, I didn't mean
any harm to Luke.

I mean, hell,
I like the man.

He always did
right by me.

When he offered you the ring,

did he tell you
that he stole it?

What do you mean?
Of course he did.

No, no, no. Not what you
assumed, what he told you.

Did he admit that he was
involved in the break-in?

Did he mention
the burglary at all?

No. Well, he said
that he had the ring

and if I was interested.

Why?

That could help, maybe.

I should have told him
to give it all back.

All right, that's
what I should have done.

That's what
I should have done.

Mr. Foreperson,

I understand the jury

is deadlocked. True?
Yes, Your Honor.

Well, without letting us know

which way you lean,
can you tell me the split?

We have one hold out,
Your Honor.

It's 11 to one.

Do you get a clear sense

whether that deadlock
might be broken

with more deliberation?

I'm really not sure, Your Honor.

We've been split the whole day.

All right, well,

I'm going to ask you
to break for the night.

Return tomorrow morning,

give it one more try. Fair?

Yes, Your Honor.

11 to one, which way?

You really need to ask?

Now we wait.
Hang tight.

Hey, this is Jess.

Sammy and I aren't home
right now,

but we are looking forward
to your message.

Thanks.

What?

Ah, damn it.

License and registration.

There you go.

What's the matter, Officer,
going a little too fast?

Your taillights
are dead, sir.

Taillights?
It's a brand-new car.

You be careful out there, sir.

First decent meal
I've had in ages.

Thanks for bailing me out,
Mr. Kaczmarek.

Don't thank us.

Thank Arnie Barlow

and your friends over
at the Chrystal.

Well, I appreciate it.

I wish they knew how much.

Look, the D.A. isn't giving us
much of a deal here--

four years.

We're not going
to do much worse at trial.

Luckily, you never
admitted to Mr. Barlow

that you actually stole the
ring you tried to sell him,

so we do have a defense.

You were just
walking by

and you found the bag
of stolen goods.

Unfortunately, the truck

used in the burglary

was registered
to a towing company

that you used to work for.

Look, uh...

Maybe I just need to face
the consequences of my actions

and four years
is what I deserve.

No, it's way too long.

You've never done anything
like this before.

Luke, how did you get yourself
into this mess?

I had a dream
that wouldn't quit.

Come here, make
something of myself.

I mean, I'd pray every night
that I'd wake up

and the dream
would just die.

But every morning,
there it was again.

Till the morning after
I did this awful thing.

And now it's gone.

Forever.

I just want to go home.

Six months.

Six months,
I'm begging you.

I hate to see the guy go to jail
for even that long.

No, not going to
happen, Kaczmarek.

Come on.

Just this once,
give a guy a break.

Which guy, him or you?

Hunt, I'm on
my knees here.

All right.

In the interest of the
State's time, three years.

But that's it. Deal?

Have a drink with me.

Excuse me?

One drink. Thing's
go well, maybe two.

Are you hitting on me
in the middle of a plea bargain?

Yes. I've been meaning to,
ever since you dumped...

Uh... what's his name?

Ellis.

Ellis? I haven't dumped Ellis.

You should.

Come on, one drink.

It'll be great.
Happy hour.

There's somebody
I want you to meet.

Call my office at 6:00.

We'll talk about Mr. Purcel.

They aren't
looking, Nick.

No.

Not even one.

Not one, Pete.

All rise. Clark County District
Court is now in session.

Good morning,
Mr. Foreperson.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Please hand the form
to the bailiff.

Thank you.

"Case number 8-646,

"State of Nevada v.
James Rogers.

"As top count one, robbery
with use of a deadly weapon:

guilty."

"As to count two, extortion
with use of a deadly weapon:

"guilty.

"As to count three,

"kidnapping with use
of a deadly weapon:

"guilty.

"As to the final count
of attempted murder:

guilty."

Thank you, Mr. Foreperson.
And thank you all the members.

Poll the jury, Your Honor.

Ms. Jenson, please,
poll the jury.

Jim.

We're going
to appeal this.

I'll see you later
this afternoon.

Juror number one,
was this your verdict?

Juror number two, was
this your verdict?

Juror number three,
was this your verdict?

Juror number four,
was this your verdict?

Juror number five,
was this your verdict?

So what's he facing,

best case?

Well, Owens is a fair judge.

But this attempted murder
of a police officer...

It really ties his hands.

Maybe 20 years.

20...?

Could easily be more.

I'm sorry.

You did what
you could, Nick.

It was me that let him down.

Come on, Joe.

Jim's a grown man.

He made his own decisions.

So did I.

Ask Janet, if you
can find her.

Hey, not everything we do
affects our kids, Joe.

No?

No.

Look, I'm going to need
to put you on the stand

for the sentencing hearing.

You tell the judge

what a good kid he was.

Right. Of course.

He was.

Nick, there's a man here
to see you about

Mr. Rogers' case.

Mr. Morelli, hello.

I'm...
Juror number nine.

It was like you said-- it was
reasonable he didn't know.

I mean, he probably did,

but I didn't think
they proved it.

And the charges,
if he didn't know,

he's just giving
a friend a lift,

that seemed
like too much.

So you held out.

You hung the jury.

Yes.

But then

last night after the judge
sent us home,

I'm driving and I see
a police car behind me.

I'm not speeding or anything.

But he follows me all the way
up to my house.

And then the siren.

So I pull over,
but nobody comes.

He's just sitting
back there.

I wait

what seems like forever,

with the lights
in my eyes.

Finally he walks up

and he says...

"Be careful, sir"?

Yeah.

How did you know?

Did they do that
to all the jurors?

No.

Just to you.

You're all they needed.

No, no, I'm not making
you a deal, Nick.

Yes, you are, Charlie,
and it's gonna be a good one.

No. No, I'm not.
We'll retry it,

because God knows my ADAs
could use the practice.

Two years.
All you get.
Or I'm walking.

Fine, walk. Run. Skip.
I don't give a rat's ass.

If I go out there, I'm
gonna tell every one
of those journalists

that the D.A. conspired to
intimidate a juror.

My office had no intention...

We're not talking about your
office; we're talking about you.

Me?

The kid here, what
if I depose him?

What do you figure
he's gonna say?

That you don't know everything
that goes on in this office?

Come on, you knew, man.

I can't deal.
It's a cop shooting.

My guy didn't shoot.

He wasn't even there.

Please! This city does
a few billion dollars

a year in legal gambling,

and you want to throw my kid
away for 30 years

because he was
collecting on a bet?

I got to get something
for the department.

The chief is breathing
down my neck.

Eight years.
No!
Two!

Or we're filing suit against
the city, the department,

and you personally, all on
behalf of juror number nine.

You can't win that.
Look, I don't
have to win it.

All I got to do is remind
any prospective juror

in the James Rodgers retrial
that the D.A. is a crook.

Not to mention the voters.

Now, I'm going out there
to make my statement.

Here he goes.

He's going.

Better make up
your mind quick.
Faster than that.

Before I
talk too much.
He's got a huge mouth.

Three years?

Eligible for parole
in 18 months.

It's good, Jim.
It's real good.
Good?

They could have kept you in
for 30 with a bad judge.

Yeah, it could easily be more
if they retry the case.

You-You said it, all we need is
one to hang them.

We-We could get one again,

or two, especially
after what they did!

You got lucky, Jim. You can't
count on that next time.

And what if they find
this Jack character
before the retrial?

Who's to say he doesn't make a
deal with the D.A. and say

that you knew about the gambling
debt the whole time?

What if I knew?

So what?
The guy owed money.

It wasn't any robbery.

Nobody was gonna shoot nobody.

If the cops don't freak out and
go all cowboy...

So, now it's the
officer's fault?
It wasn't mine!

It's not.

Son...
It's not. My...

I just drove...

And now I got to go to jail?

Yeah. You do.

And I... will bring you
smokes and porn magazines

and whatever the hell
else you need, every week,

if you just take this
like a man just one time.

I can't.

Well, if you can't,
we're done here.

You let Mr. Morelli know

how you want to go.

I'll pay for
your bill either way.

Even if that's the
last thing I do.

Hey.

What the hell is this,
Kaczmarek?

You're late.
I'm always late.

You'll get used to it.
Come on.

This city, man, it's cruel.

And it got the best
of a good man.

It's not the first time.
All he did was talk

about his kids.

You're such a loveable man.

Luke, you are.
And if it makes

a difference, he could stay

with me, until he's
back on his feet.

I trust him.
I think that goes for all of us.

Mr. Barlow?

I assume you'd still testify.

Yeah,
yeah, I would.

I mean, it would
pain me, ma'am. I...

I feel kinda responsible...

No, Arnie, look, I got you into
this and I am so sorry.

But this is all me.

I want to apologize, Ms. Hunt.

I do... What-what they're
saying here I-I...

I don't truly deserve.

I want you to know,

whatever you do,
I know I did wrong,

and I take the
consequences.

That's your job.

Well?

Well, what?
The man has friends.

Hunt, did you even hear the guy?
He's leaving it to you.

Look, I don't know
what you expect here, Kaczmarek.

Fine, 18 months.

Not good enough.

Try this-- 15 years.

What?

Five for the burglary.
Five for the grand larceny.

And five for the possession
of stolen property.

15 years, minimum.

Then suspend it.

Come on.

The guy makes one wrong move,
just one,

over the next 15 years,
and he goes straight to jail.

But he keeps his nose
clean until then,

the guy deserves a
chance to stay out.

He's got kids.
All right, Pete.

Damn it.
I'll see what I can do.

Really?

Yeah.

The hell are you doing?

We had a date.

It's a... it's a kiss.

Don't push your
luck, shyster.

All rise.

Counsel?

Do we have
a negotiated
plea here,

or do I
have to calendar a new trial?

A plea, Your Honor.

One count of conspiracy
to commit extortion

with a stipulated
sentence of three years.

Mr. Gomez?

We're agreed, Your Honor.

As to the count of conspiracy
to commit extortion,

how do you plead?

Guilty, Your Honor.

The court accepts your guilty
plea, Mr. Rodgers.

Before I sentence you, is there
anything you'd like to say?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'd like to apologize to
the officer who was hurt.

I did not mean for it to happen,
but I was part responsible.

And I want to say
sorry to my dad.

Thanks for not giving up on me.

That's all.
Thank you.

On the count of conspiracy
to commit extortion,

I will accept counsels'
recommendation and I hereby

sentence you to three years
in Nevada State Prison.

Use your time well, Mr. Rodgers.

Take a class or two.

May change your life.

You're going to be okay.

Good luck, Jim.
Thank you.

Dad.

See you this weekend.
I'll be there.

Thanks.

I won't forget it.

I hope you do.

Good luck, Joe.

Thanks, Nick.

Sergeant?

I just want you to know...

it wasn't me with that juror.

All I wanted was a fair shake
for everybody.

All right.

Why don't you drop by
the tavern sometime?

Buy you a beer.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'll do that.

The judge is serious, Luke.
You so much as get

a speeding ticket,
you go away for 15 years.

Don't worry, ma'am,
I won't do any speedin'.

They took my truck away.

Lisa is gonna get you
to the bus station.

I let your wife know
you're coming,

so your kids are
expecting you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

Good luck, Luke.

Come on, Elvis.
Let's get you home.

Elvis has left the building.

Long day, huh?

Long week.

Going back to the office?

No. You?

Nah.

I think I'll just go
back to my place,

get some sleep.

Sleep?
Yeah.

Nick, come on, it's Vegas.

Let's go out.
Eh...

Come on, I'll drive.

Thank you very much.

Is she singing to me?

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