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Now make your presentations work for you
up there.

Pick your best asset and take that to
the room with you. And boom, your

are going to soar.

To go, make money, and prosper.

I think you're getting ready for Wall
Street.

Well, everybody needs to feel special.

I totally agree.

Which is why, Jessica Nash, I think you
should come to dinner with me tonight.

That's sweet, God, but... But what? I'm
too young and we work together.

No, it's just that you deserve somebody
so much better than me. You know,

besides, I'm thinking of quitting all of
this.

Getting far, far away from here. Oh,
yeah, to that tropical island you've

fantasizing about.

A couple weeks from now, I'm going to be
sitting under a palm tree.

Alone.

Okay, Jess.

It's the usual drop location, and, uh,
if you decide that you're hungry,

my offer still stands.

You're dull, Scotty.

Whoa.

Wayne, what's with the hard web?

Jessica's been ripping me off, and that
is just about to end.

This is the 911 operator.

What is your emergency?

I'm calling from the playpen.

I think someone's about to be killed.

You need some help?

God, Wayne. You scared me.

Well, I couldn't let you leave without a
goodnight kiss.

What's the matter, darling?

You seem nervous.

Everything all right?

Yeah, of course.

Tell me something, Jessica.

You would never betray me, would you?
Come on, Wayne.

You know, I'm your... Go -to gal,
remember? Just reassure me, okay? I need

able to sleep at night.

Look, I can explain, okay?

What the hell are you doing? Stay out of
this, Stone!

You can't just shoot her. She's already
dead, man.

She was dead the second she stuck her
hand in that cookie jar.

Oh, my God.

Put her in the trunk.

Do it.

You can join her.

All right, now get rid of her and get
rid of the car. Wayne, this is crazy.

Look, Scott, you know you want to live,
right?

Kay, Kay. Right.

officers no we just got a 911 call
regarding some possible incident would

put in the trunk nothing oh is that
right well

then i suppose this is nothing too huh
yeah well i guess somebody must have

dropped it look man there's no dead body
in there all right so if it's all the

same to you how'd you know we were
looking for a murder all we said was

incidents would you mind opening the
trunk

Yeah, what am I, man? Unless you got a
warrant. You ever heard of probable

cause? Means we don't need a warrant.

I don't even think we need probable
cause. This thing's not even latched.

And what did you find in the trunk,
Officer Cruz?

Money. With the girl's blood all over
it.

Objection, Your Honor. The blood
evidence has not been linked to the

graffiti. Yet.

Yet, Mr. Blake?

Well, of course not yet. You don't even
have a body to match it to.

Come on, let's move this along. I got a
family to get home to.

What else did you find in the trunk,
Officer Cruz? A 9mm Beretta.

Objection, Your Honor. I move that both
the gun and the money be excluded as

evidence because the search was illegal.

We've already been through this in the
preliminary hearing. Hello.

Are you in Judge Taylor's courtroom now,
Mr. Blake?

No. No.

You're in my courtroom. And in my
courtroom, I make the decisions.

Now, both of you, sit down and shut up.

It's the opinion of this court.

that Officer Granger and Officer Cruz
didn't have anything even remotely

resembling probable cause for the search
of the defendant's car.

Therefore, defense motion is granted.

Contents of the trunk are ruled
inadmissible.

How the hell could a judge do that?

Why do you think he got the name Hangman
Halloran? From stringing up criminals,

not cops.

Well, he's an equal opportunity fascist.
Okay, so where do we stand now?

Either we find our missing witness,
Scott Stone, or Wayne Stiles walks.

Man, this is all personal.

Halloran thinks I've got to get out of
jail free card and Father Damien

confessed at my trial.

Well, I hate to tell you this, partner,
but a lot of people think that.

A lot of people are judging this murder
case, right?

Hey, Cruz, where are you going?

Bobby, don't do this.

Judge Halloran, I know this is highly
irregular.

Well, uh, I try to stop him, but...

Maybe I should go.

Yeah, that's a pretty good idea.

And that's me.

It was for me.

Take a look around.

Just another day in LA.

Anybody sees more than me.

Anybody.

Pinky is free.

Stop it.

One is down. Just another day.

Oh. Oh.

Highly irregular.

You guys come storming into my chambers
without knocking, and that's the best

you can come up with? With all due
respect, Judge, highly irregular

what you were just doing in here.

And whatever you guys think you saw in
here, this is private.

What we think we saw?

Um, Judge, you know, you're absolutely
right. We probably didn't get a good

look, and it's none of our business
anyway. Whoa, none of our business?

The hell it isn't. A married judge doing
some broad in his chambers? The same

judge who just ruled our search
improper?

She happens to be a student of mine.

A law clerk, very bright, with a very
big future. So then it's okay.

Who I happen to see with the full
knowledge and permission of my wife.

She's been in a wheelchair since her
accident.

Wheelchair? Yeah, we were skiing in
Aspen two years ago, our 25th wedding

anniversary. We were outside the
boundary lines. You must have read about

the newspaper.

Jeez, Judge.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

We had no idea.

Well, it's not something I discuss for
obvious reasons.

And as far as those insinuations about
my ruling on evidence, hey, you guys

my reputation.

If it was halfway to a decent search, I
would have allowed it.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

I had no right to bust in here.

Well, we all make mistakes.

I'll forget it if you will.

I think that's our cue. Now let's get
out of here.

About your wife, Judge.

Again, I'm really sorry.

Go out and find that witness.

You'll go a long ways toward making your
case, officers.

No body, no weapon.

Out of stone, man. They got nothing.

Trust me.

Whatever rock you hang under, he's not
going to want to come out and get

with an accessory wrap.

And if the cops find him, they're going
to offer him immunity to testify against

me. I can't risk that. Risk management.

My specialty.

How much am I looking at?

50 grand.

Money bag guarantee.

I had half up front, the rest on
delivery.

Even talked to my lawyer, he knows where
my cash is buried.

Consider it done.

Now, what about the girl?

The girl is a problem.

Well, does she understand everything
that I want her to do?

And that she doesn't have a choice?

I'm just about to remind her of that.

A woman is missing. We find money with
blood on it, a gun that was recently

fired, and all that is meaningless?

Guys. The law is the law.

Yeah, but what about what is right,
Lieutenant? Where does that fit in?

You heard what Halloran said. Our best
bet is finding Scott Stone.

Yeah, but every lead we've gotten on him
has turned up cold.

Then put Jamie and Monica inside the
club.

It's the only thing our players have in
common.

They're going to love that.

You know, normally I wouldn't suggest
this because I think it's beneath us,

maybe we could use what we saw in
Halloran's chamber. Stop.

I am not going to be a part of trying to
influence the ruling of a judge. The

guy is going to walk.

So you two would just like to ruin
Halloran's life to get a conviction?

No, no, it would never go that far. We'd
just threaten a little leak, put the

idea in his head. Forget about it. It's
not going to happen. I don't care how

you try and soft -pedal this, it is
still blackmailing a judge.

Okay. I just thought maybe I should
bring it up.

Don't bring it up again.

In fact, if I were you, I'd forget about
what I saw.

Easy for you to say.

So I guess this brings us back to Scott
Stone.

How the hell are we going to find this
guy?

I have to be a stripper again?

No way, Sarge. This is not what I signed
up at the academy for. Look, I know

I've demeaned myself in the past, but...
Working undercover is not demeaning

yourself. What if you were Jessica
Nash's sister? What if doing this made

difference between a killer getting the
punishment he deserves or going free?

That is not fair.

We're caught.

There has nothing to do with it.

Shut down, Patty.

Nobody's gonna hurt you. At least not
yet.

There.

Isn't that better?

What do you want?

I got a message from Wayne Stiles.

He wants the judge in the bag by
tonight.

Or you in a steel drawer by tomorrow.

Guess again.

What the hell?

I got the girl.

It is you.

Damn!

Show me you got the plate number.

No plate. How's the girl?

Yeah, she's okay, but she's split. I got
one for you.

That guy in the black Navigator?

I think I saw him in Halloran's
courtroom today.

Yeah, well, I got a better one.

The girl he was chasing was Halloran's
law student.

No doubt about it, the woman was
definitely Halloran's law clerk.

We'll get to judge Halloran through the
girl.

Then why did she stick around to talk to
us?

Unless there's some connection between
Halloran and Wayne Stiles. Maybe a

connection that she didn't want us to
know about.

If you're implying judicial misconduct,
you're going to have to give me more

than maybe.

Like what? Probable cause?

This is personal with you, isn't it?

No, it's not.

Yes, it is.

You want to get back at Halloran for
throwing out your evidence.

Hey, that was a righteous search we
made, okay?

It doesn't matter how we get there as
long as Stiles ends up on death row. You

know, that's the kind of thinking that
got your evidence thrown out in the

place. Corey's right.

Halloran may have made our lives tough
here, but he's a damn good judge who's

backed us up more often than not. So if
we're going to get to Stiles, we're

going to do it without dragging Halloran
through the mud.

We need to talk. The girl may be a
bigger problem than we thought.

You explained her options?

And no uncertain terms.

We're back in court tomorrow. She has to
come through by then. What if she

doesn't? My client's life is on the
line. He's depending on you.

Don't let him down.

Hey, how's it going, Counselor?

I got a message you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I thought maybe we could go over
your testimony again. See if there's any

pieces of evidence we could still use.

Yes, absolutely.

Will Blake?

Well, you're looking terrific as always.

How's that killer forehand?

Still being neutralized by a worthless
backhand, I'm afraid.

Good to see you, Liz. Oh, um, Bobby
Cruz, Santa Monica's finest. Meet Liz

Halloran.

Halloran?

As in Judge Jay Gunner, Halloran?

That's right.

Wait. You mean you're his wife?

Unless there's another one I don't know
about.

Do you ski?

Only when it snows.

Listen, it was nice to meet you, Officer
Cruz.

Will, I'll see you at the club. Sure.
Bye -bye.

Why, that thick, no -good -lying
pervert.

Who?

Three guesses.

So you both worked in Honolulu?

That's right. Rock star and golden doll.

But we hear the tip star better here,
especially for the little extras, if you

know what I mean.

Okay. Show me what you got.

Dream on.

We'll audition, but only on the clock.

All right.

You passed the first test.

You can dance.

You can wait tables.

That's not fair.

This is a strip club. It bears nothing
to do with it.

Well, then, maybe you'll change your
mind later.

Maybe.

Still can't believe it. Which part? That
Halloran would life it with teeth or

that someone would actually marry the
bastard?

You think his wife has any clue?

She will soon.

Along with the rest of the world. Once
that two -faced son of a bitch agrees to

dismiss himself in the case.

Granger.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Silent alarm just went off at 1100 4th
Street.

Isn't that the criminal courts building?

Yeah. Let's go.

You've been found guilty.

He needs to be punished.

You're getting a very difficult
sentence.

I throw myself on the mercy of the
court.

You better.

Do exactly as I say.

What the hell?

I thought I'd seen it all.

Wait till you see what happens when I
get you guys for stalking me.

Correction, your honor. We're
investigating a silent alarm that went

didn't set off any alarm.

Well, then whoever did may still be in
the building.

Maybe it's the same clown that chased
your girlfriend on the beach this

afternoon.

Go ahead judge ask her So

what happened on the beach The

guy

from the beach all right great, so what
do I win?

Her name is Patty Wilson.

And no, she's not my law clerk.

What a surprise.

Look, you think this is easy for me? Do
I care?

Why don't we cut to the bottom line,
Your Honor?

Okay.

I have an addiction.

To sex.

I gotta have it.

And I have it a lot.

And since my wife doesn't... Doesn't
what?

This wouldn't be the same...

Crippled for life accident victim I met
bounding into the courthouse now, would

it? Don't you see?

The lying, the covering up, that's all
part of it. So this Patty Wolfson is

what? Your sex therapist?

Who I see with a full knowledge and
consent of my wife. That part is true, I

swear. Look, I'll take you to her
office. I'll show you her certification.

She's got her master's from UCLA.

Now, let's just say that we even bought
that. Who's the guy in the black

Navigator?

Patty says it's an ex -boyfriend who
still hung up on her. What if we told

he knows Wayne Stiles and that he may be
using Patty to get to you?

No, Patty would have told me.

Then why'd she run from us this
afternoon?

She was trying to protect me.

Come on, look, we're all guys here. I'm
asking for your help.

From the same cops whose evidence you
bounced?

Helping a guy we all know is guilty?

Look, that was the courtroom, Officer
Cruz.

This is my personal life. I never
connected to it. I suggest you don't

Your Honor.

If you would like for us to keep this as
our secret and get back to business as

normal, it's going to cost you.

Cost me what? I believe your judgment is
clouded, not only off the bench, but on

it as well.

I suppose that has something to do with
your love life.

I'm listening.

Get help.

Stay focused on the trial, and we will
leave your personal affairs alone.

Well? Congratulations.

You're no longer unemployed.

Who's that?

Oh, her name's Patty Wolfson. She works
here on the weekend.

Patty Wolfson. Isn't that the name of
Halloran's sex therapist?

Yeah.

See her degree hanging in here anywhere?

Call your next witness, Mr. Tiburon.

Defense calls Lieutenant Susan Jessup,
Santa Monica Police Department Internal

Affairs.

Objection, Your Honor. I fail to see
what relevance this witness has to these

proceedings. Mr. Tiburon? Quite simple.

I plan to show a pattern of criminal
misconduct in the police duties of

Granger and Cruz. If it please the
court... Sit down, Mr. Blake.

You'll have all the time you need to
cross -examine. You're not going to let

this in. Is he telling you how to run
your court, Your Honor? Don't push it,

Tiburon. Lieutenant, aren't you on the
stand yet?

What the hell is Halloran doing?

I'd say feeding you to the wolves.

After that tap dance last night?

That's it. I'm blowing the whistle.

Lieutenant Jessup, in your capacity as
an internal affairs investigator, you

have had contact with officers Granger
and Cruz?

Multiple contacts, yes.

In my department, we refer to these two
as the Teflon cops.

Objection. Sustained.

You're on a real short chain here,
Counselor. Don't test me and make me

Of course, Your Honor.

Lieutenant Jessup, these multiple
contacts you described, have they all

common thread?

Yes, they've all concerned allegations
of misconduct in the handling of

evidence.

Specifically, the planting of evidence.

Objection! Is the court forgetting that
the key evidence in this case has

already been disallowed? This is a
blatant ambush by the defense intended

undermine the credibility of officers
Cruz and Granger. Yeah, like that's even

possible.

Objection! Your Honor is making overtly
prejudicial statements.

And you're very close to a contempt
citation, Mr. Blake.

Okay, look. In lieu of the lateness of
the hour, I'm going to hold Lieutenant

Jessup's testimony over until the
morning. This court is in recess until 9

Better get your beauty rest, gentlemen.

You're gonna need it.

Nothing yet. We're keeping an eye on
Paddy.

We'll keep the other one on his team.

What are you doing?

I was just looking for someone to party
with. You know, someone who'll let me

dance.

The customers are thirsty.

Okay, we'll talk later, yeah?

It's me.

I know you said not to call, but
something's happened.

Yeah, something bad.

I need to see you. You know where.

You happy?

Hey, why'd you call?

I'm sorry I called. I'm scared. I didn't
know what to do.

Lowlife pig.

Hey, I'm not the one on my knees.

Throw the gun down, now!

You okay?

I don't believe this.

Why did you tell us you were getting
blackmailed? Well, you'll probably find

this hard to believe, but I don't know
what the hell you're talking about.

Yeah, well, it's hard to believe your
therapist is a stripper, but I got a

hundred witnesses at a club called The
Playpen. We had a deal.

My personal life and the case stay
separate.

If you want to help, stay the hell away.

And in that criminal case, the people
versus Robert Cruz, what crime was the

defendant charged with? Objection, Your
Honor. Mr. Cruz was acquitted.

Overruled. He's just trying to establish
a pattern.

Intentional destruction of evidence in a
murder case.

Officer Cruz was acquitted based on
questionable testimony by Father Damien

Crane. And there were allegations
specific to Officer Granger as well?

Granger went undercover in a college
betting sting.

Over $100 ,000 in evidence money
disappeared.

I lost that money. That's how we made
our case.

Put a lid on it, Granger.

And there's a more recent case involving
the removal of three pounds of heroin

from the XMPD evidence lockup?

I can't comment on an ongoing
investigation.

But she can dredge up irrelevant
material from cases she's lost?

Proceed, Mr. Tiburon, but come on, let's
bring it on home, okay?

Lieutenant Jessup, can you describe what
your office recently learned regarding

a missing gun?

Officers Granger and Cruz allegedly
confiscated a weapon in an assault case

which was never logged into evidence.

A weapon which, by total coincidence...

matches the gun they claim to have found
in the trunk of Wayne Stiles' car.

This is totally outrageous, Your Honor.
Not only is counsel cross -examining his

own witness, he's referring to evidence
you yourself eliminated at his request.

I am not addressing the evidentiary
issue. I am merely trying to establish a

pattern of behavior by these officers as
it pertains to my client.

Hello, Howard.

It's on a noose around her neck.

Can you describe the missing gun,
Lieutenant?

A Beretta.

Nine millimeter.

And yet, it was the same type gun they
allegedly found in the car belonging to

Wayne Stiles.

Thank you for adding that. No further
questions.

Oh, come on! This is a circuit!

I'm warning you, Cruz.

Why don't you just admit it, Judge?

They've got you in the back.

That's it. You're under arrest for
contempt.

Granger, too. Me?

What did I do? Get him the hell out of
here.

We're adjourned.

Good news is that Holleran dropped the
contempt charges against you.

Forget that. What was that B .S. about a
missing 9mm?

Well, for the record, a gun like that
did slip past our paperwork a year ago

a Toys for Gun exchange, so technically
you could have taken it.

It was so could have fit the other
people.

Well, then the only plausible
explanation for Holleran's behavior is

still acting under duress.

Yeah. So Patty Wolfson's working at the
club.

Stiles has his muscle put to screws to
her.

to get her to take dirty pictures with
the judge and blackmail them to top the

murder case to save his own thick ass.

You know, if Stiles walks and there's
even a perception that you guys blew

you'll be in front of the review board
before Stiles even gets into a cab.

Look, we can't beat Halloran if we don't
win the case, and we can't win the case

if we don't have a witness.

So it all comes down to the same thing.

Find Scott Stone or Stiles goes free.

The judge has given the cops 48 hours.

If Scott Stone isn't in court by then,
you're a free man.

Look, the guys that ought to know where
he is don't. Or they're being paid not

to tell.

Which means he's getting a lot of money
from somewhere.

No, from the club.

We checked with the county.

The place has been packed, but receipts
are down 20%. Yeah, because the cash

drops are made by the club manager, this
dude named Tebow.

He's got to be Scotty's guy.

You want to talk about it?

Is it that obvious?

Yeah. Oh, judging.

It'd be a real handful.

Who are you?

Relax, Patty.

I'm on your side.

You're a cop.

You and that friend of yours, Monica.

Level with me.

Are you blackmailing Judge Halloran?

Yes.

No. I mean, I was supposed to. Don't
tell me you actually care for the guy.

I'm in love with him.

And now they're forcing me to... The
playpen is really excited now to bring

Miss Patty Wilson.

I get it. Put your hands together, guys.

I think the money's on the move.

You've been a bad boy, Tebow.

Who the hell are you?

A friend of Mr. Stiles.

He seems to think you might be running
cash to Scott Stone.

I wouldn't do that.

You got a choice.

Either I kill you right now, or you take
me to him and live.

Another man is leading our suspect out
of here. We're going to follow him and

we'll call him.

Where the hell have you been? You were
supposed to be here last...

Long time, Scott.

Remember me?

Yeah.

I can handle him. Go get Stone.

Right.

I can see them.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

And you are?

My name is Scott Stone.

Been a lot of people looking for you,
Mr. Stone.

Found them in Tebow's car.

Oh, my God.

Stop it.

Patty, it's Jamie.

Listen, we just arrested Scott Stone.

Really? That's great.

The bad news is Trigg got... I said stay
put.

Hello?

Damn.

What do you mean she's missing?

We sent a car over to the club last
night to pick up Scott's son, but she

there. If something's happened to her,
I'll never forgive myself.

Well, I guess you should have thought of
that before you let her get this far.

Halloran.

Gunner, please.

Patty, where are you?

If you ever want to see her alive again,
you'll do what I say.

What do you want?

Tomorrow you walk in the court.

You dropped the charges against Wayne
Stiles.

I can do that, but I'm going to need
more time.

You don't have any more time.

What have I done?

It's not what you've done.

It's what you're going to do.

What is it?

Mr. Tiburon is here to see you.

Jack Tiburon? What?

Okay.

Send him in.

You better know what you're doing.

Just follow our lead.

You wanted to see me, Your Honor?

Actually, Counselor, we called this
meeting.

Anything you have to say to me, you can
say in court.

Sit down, Jack, or the next time you're
in court, you'll be the defendant.

Will you state your name for the record?

My name is Scott Stone.

Mr. Stone, you've been a very hard man
to find for a couple of months.

Can you tell the court why?

I knew the police were looking for me,
that I was also a suspect in Jessica

Nash's murder.

Mr. Stone, can you tell the court if the
district attorney's office has offered

you any sort of deal?

Objection. Not today, Mr. Blake.

Answer the question.

I was offered immunity in exchange for
my testimony against Wayne Thiles.

So... you'll walk away from here a free
man if you testify against my client,

and you'll be subject to criminal
prosecution if you don't.

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Proceed, Mr. Timmerman. Get to the
point.

Of course, Your Honor.

All right, Mr. Stone.

On the night of the alleged homicide,
tell the jury what you saw.

I didn't see anything. I don't know why
they think I did. I wasn't even there.

Objection. Clearly established.

Give it up, Mr. Blake.

Bad search, rogue cops, a corrupted
witness. The only thing missing here is

bloody glove.

Your Honor, please, if I may. No, you
may not.

And if you ever bring a mess like this
into my courtroom again, I'm going to

have you disbarred.

I take it the defense would like to have
a dismissal of all charges.

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Motion granted.

Case dismissed. Mr. Stiles is released
from custody.

I owe you one, Scotty.

This one's on the house, partner.

Never thought L .A. air could smell so
good.

After county jail, a sewer smells good.

You might be right about that.

Do you mind driving?

No problem.

Where are we going, by the way?

You'll see.

Hey, you made it.

You want to get away with murder?

Do it in L .A.

Right, Counselor? Sure, Wayne. Whatever
you say.

See you inside.

As promised.

Damn straight what you do to her making
too much noise I had to quiet her down

All right, let's finish it

You're not gonna kill her in cold blood

don't worry counselor you won't have to
get me off to this point

Please go for it.

It's okay.

You're all right now.

In view of the fact that the case of the
people versus Wayne Stiles was tried

under direct judicial duress,
personalized blackmail plot against the

judge, all decisions in the above titled
action are overturned. The case is

reinstated.

Oh, yeah, I can do that.

Further, the allegations of police
misconduct against Officer Cruz and

Granger withdrawn.

The community owes a debt of gratitude
to these two.

In view of the fact that the case of the
people versus Wayne Stiles was tried

under direct judicial duress,
personalized blackmail plot against the

judge, all decisions in the above titled
action are overturned and the case is

reinstated.

Oh, yeah, I can do that.

Further, the allegations of police
misconduct against Officer Cruz and

Granger withdrawn.

The community owes a debt of gratitude
to these two fine officers and the

Pacific Blue Division.

One more thing.

Despite my cantankerous reputation, I've
thoroughly enjoyed my 22 years on the

bench.

But in light of recent events, I think
it's time for me to finally step down.

I know this is going to come as bad news
to all the attorneys that I've badgered

and harassed over the years, but I think
you're going to learn to live with it.

It's been a blast, guys.

So don't just stand there like a bunch
of sheep, ladies and gentlemen.

Court's adjourned.

Hey, that was some speech in there,
Judge.

Yeah, you ever think about running for
politics?

What, have some federal equivalent of
YouTube pawned through my personal life?

No, thanks.

Just a minute, honey.

My hands are in on your parade, Your
Honor, but is this still a witness?

Who cares?

I'm not a judge anymore, remember?

I'll send you guys a postcard from
Kabul.

Don't try to talk it down Why everyone
wags on

my town Look, stand and speak It works
for me

Take a look around It's just another day
in L .A.

She's holding me.

Anybody thinks he is free.

Someday.

What is it now?