All language subtitles for The.Rainmaker.S01E06.WEB

- Previously
on "The Rainmaker"...

- If I ever see your face
in that window again,

you're a dead man.

- I had a plan
to get away from him,

hiding the money.

Then he found it.

Next thing I knew,
I woke up here.

- Let me help you.
I can get you someplace safe.

- He'll find me.

- Brad, what's
in those documents?

- Now it's our job
to suppress it.

- What would they have
to gain by covering

for some psycho nurse?

- You know who that is?
- Rosalie Sutton.

She's the reason
my father's in prison.

FBI has been sniffing around.

I need to know everything
you did for Leo Drummond.

- Guard!

- Shh.

- That's three in all.

- You found
three bugs in there?

- I can bring one
to a friend of mine

and see if he can
identify them.

- Yeah, let's do that.
- No, put them back.

- What do you mean,
put them back?

- It's the feds.

I don't want them to know
we found them yet.

Put them back.

- It's double-action.

Means you don't have
to cock the hammer.

Just point and shoot.

It's clean.

No serial number.

No way to trace it.

Are you sure you want this?

- Definitely not.

But I'd feel more worried
not having it.

- Sarah, come in.

You got a visitor.

- Dad. I--

- It was an unplanned trip,
honey.

Bit of an emergency
with a client.

- Yeah.

- I'm sure my son
would react the same way

if I suddenly showed up at his
office, sitting with his boss.

- I'm just surprised.
That's all.

- I didn't know you argued
a motion already.

I didn't see a courtroom for
three years when I started out.

- Well, Leo gave me
a safety net.

- Brad Noonan sat second.

- Well, do I know him?

- We played Augusta
a few years ago.

- Oh, yes, the eager one.

- He's settled down
a little since then.

- Leo tells me you're
up against the boy

you were dating.

- Rudy, Dad.

You know him.

- I know he didn't last
very long at Tinley Britt.

- Oh, he's a smart kid.

He just wasn't a good fit.

That's why we make
the first year probationary.

Just chalk it up to R&D costs,
not unlike dating, if I recall.

He doesn't have to recall.

Leo kissed a lot of frogs
before Rebecca.

- Yeah, if that's all it was,

I would have saved a lot
in child support.

What about Sarah?

She gonna make it
through her probation?

- Dad.
- We have high hopes.

- Well, she's grateful for the
opportunity you've given her.

Right, darling?

- Absolutely.

- Leo, do you mind
if I steal her

for a few minutes before I go?
- Sure.

- I'll bill you for the time.
- Ah.

So you got an office
overlooking the cafeteria.

- Mm.

- When I started, I was stuck

in a windowless basement.

I'm sorry, OK?

I should have called you first.

- Can't you see
how infantilizing it is

to find you in my boss' office,
talking about me?

- Look, of course
I stopped by to see him.

He did me a personal favor
with you.

- Maybe I didn't need
the favor.

- It doesn't matter
how you got here.

I mean, you've clearly
risen to the occasion.

- Dad, how well
do you really know Leo?

- Well enough. Why?

- He tried to hide a document
from the plaintiff.

- The plaintiff
being the boyfriend.

- Will you stop?

Look, there's--
there's a committee

at the hospital that may have
investigated this death.

We didn't hand over
the documents

until we were forced to.

- You're not breaking the law.

You're--I don't know--
testing how elastic it is.

That's the job.

Sarah...
- Hmm?

- Out of the hundreds
of lawyers working for Leo,

you're the one
he chose for this case.

Enjoy it, honey.

It's a big fat deal.

Now, I have to get to work.

And so do you.

Oh, you're getting everything
you ever dreamed of,

and long before I did.

I'm proud of you.

- Brought it
to a friend's house.

- Oh, lies, lies,
"Lies-ah" Minnelli.

- Why would I lie?

- Because she's
in your apartment.

- Yeah, can we get back
to Jackie Lemancyzk, please?

Melvin has her, remember,
and we need to find them.

- They in your apartment
too, huh?

The hell is this?

Avocado, is this
for your hair or guacamole?

- She said she needs shampoo.
- This isn't good.

- Says it's for women.

- Not the shampoo,
this, all of this.

Hiding a girl from her husband?

- Or helping her
escape her abuser? Hmm.

- What's the plan here,
long-term, huh?

Is she gonna divorce him?

- Ooh, we haven't talked
about that.

- Well, are you two gonna
run off together?

- It's not like that.
- OK.

Walks like a duck,
talks like a duck.

Have you had sex
with this duck?

- I'm helping someone
who needs help.

- How does it help
if her husband

finds her in your place?

- She's not at my place.

Prince said take her somewhere
no one would think to go.

So I did.

- You told Prince about this?

- Yeah. What's going on?
Why?

- Well, did he at least
tell you what I told you,

that it's a shit-astrophe
in the making?

Oh, Ho Hos.

All right, get her these.

Everybody loves Ho Hos.

- Donny Ray was making that
for me before he passed.

- Oh, I--

- That's OK.

You can touch it.

I wish he'd gotten
a chance to finish it.

You hungry?

- Yeah.

- All right.
- OK, and back, and back.

- Hello, ladies.

Hello.

What's going on?

- Dot's teaching me
how to cook--

what's this called again?

- Charleston red rice,
gonna stick to your ribs.

- Ladies, we really have
to keep the doors locked.

- Right, right, old habits.

- Oh, Ho Hos?

I love these.
- Mm.

- Smells good.

I have something else.

Hopefully we won't need it.

You know how to use it?
- Sure do.

- OK.
- Kelly?

- No.
- Pretty simple.

Just point and shoot.

Go on.
Hold it.

- I'd rather not, if that's OK.

- All right.

I'm gonna put it in here.

It's where Buddy
used to keep his

till Donny Ray started walking.

Then I made him get rid
of the damn thing.

I gotta let Daisy out.
- I'll do it.

- No, you won't.

You look after the chef here.

Onions in the bacon drippings--

- Stir till I can
see through them.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes, ma'am.

Yes, Chef.
- Yeah.

- Come on, girl.

- You two seem
to be getting along.

- She's taking good care of me.

So are you.

- This me?
- Yeah, you stir it.

- Think my mom raised a boy

who can't make
Charleston red rice?

Come on.

OK, now you're the chef.

- All right, now.

Hurry it up.

- We need to talk, you know,
about what happens next.

- This is the most relaxed
I've been in a very long time.

- OK.

Talk tomorrow?

- Daisy, come on!

I'm freezing my tootsies off.

Daisy?

Daisy!

You done messing around?

Come on, girl.

That's right.
Go on to your bed.

Night, girl.

Did you lock the door?

- Yes, I locked the door,
worrywart.

Now, what have you two
been talking about?

- Um--

- You need to tell
your lawyer here

to file divorce papers
on that sumbitch.

Honey, you've been running
all over hell's half acre

for a long time, trying not
to do what you need to.

- I know.

- The only thing
you need to decide

is whether you want anyone
to do this to you again.

If the answer is no,

every decision after that
is in furtherance of that no.

Kelly, listen to me now.

There is not a more important
word for a woman.

So important, you're gonna
write it on your very bones.

And when you need it, it comes
from the deepest part of you.

You think you can do that?

I'm gonna go get a tissue.

- All right.

- Here, I'll get your crutch.

- She's fine, Rudy.

You done plenty.

Now you need to let that girl
stand up on her own.

- Peekaboo.

I see you.

Do you know what time it is?

This better blow my mind.

- It's Rudy.
He's in county jail.

- New client?
- Rudy is the client.

- He was arrested?

For what?

- Murder.

- Well, you did it.

You blew my mind.

- I'm gonna assume
he's innocent, Bruiser.

- Who's dead?

- The abusive husband of a girl
he was trying to help.

Where did this happen?

- Look, that's all I know.
But we gotta help him, Bruiser.

He's a good kid.

A good kid, yes,
who makes terrible decisions.

- Let's hope murder
isn't one of them.

- It was self-defense
in a stand-your-ground state.

It's pretty open and shut,
if you ask me.

- Open and shut, huh?

You must be a defense attorney
with 20 years' experience.

Oh, no, wait.
That's me.

OK, this woman, the wife.

- Kelly.
- Kelly.

How do you know Kelly?

- She's my neighbor.

Her husband beats her.

This time, he broke her ankle
with a baseball bat.

She was in the hospital.

She needed a place to go.

She was scared.

- Where'd you take her,
Rudy, hmm?

- Is this a hard question?

- I brought her
to Dot Black's house.

- You what?
- Shit-astrophe.

- No, no, no, wait.

You brought her
to our client's house?

Are you out of your mind?

- How's Dot, Rudy?
Is Dot OK?

- She took a hit to the head,
but the paramedics said--

- Oh, God.
Paramedics?

- Said she's OK.
She's fine, OK?

- Do you have any personal
history with this husband,

the dead husband?

- Cliff.

He broke into my apartment
a few weeks ago.

This just keeps getting better.

- He thought Rudy
was stalking his wife.

- Come on, man.

- You knew about this?

- There were four people
in that house,

three of whom belonged there.

The other one committed
first-degree burglary...

- Uh-huh.

- Felony assault and battery,

unlawful confinement,

and criminal domestic violence,
just for starters.

You know what I did?

Stood my ground!

The rest is history.

- "The rest is history"
isn't gonna play in court.

- It's like I said,
terrible decisions.

- And you made sure
the nurses gave Dot my number?

- Yeah, the nurse said
her sister was already

en route to pick her up.

You sure there's no one else
you want me to call?

- No, no, I'm fine.

Thanks.

- Hi, this is Jessica.
How can I help you?

- I need to talk to you.

- Great, 'cause I
need to talk to you.

I would like access to
the Tissue Committee documents.

- I have to show you something.
- I'm co-counsel.

- Junior counsel.
- But I'm on the case.

And the other side
already has it, so--

- I understand. Look, I just--
- I can handle whatever it is.

What I can't handle
is being unprepared.

The firm wants to support me,

let me support the firm.

Password, there.

- That's not funny.

I know you don't like him,
but--

- My buddy at the CPD
just sent me this.

It's real.

- What?
What's the charge?

- Just be glad
you dodged this bullet.

He's toast.
- Brad, what's the charge?

- Murder.

- Excuse me, sorry. Sorry.

Bruiser!
Excuse me, sorry.

Bruiser, hey. Bruiser!

Just found out Quinn
is the prosecutor.

- Oh, shit.

- I think it's "shit-balls"
is the term.

- Morning, Your Honor.

- Where's your client,
Counselor?

- He's walking in now.

- You're gonna be great.

- Hey, try not to look
like a murderer, all right?

Innocent, doe-eyed, choirboy.

- State versus Rudy Baylor.

- Who's prosecuting this?

- Right here, Your Honor.

Robert Quinn for the State.

- Bobby.

- Friend of yours?

- Put my father in prison.

- What?
- Yeah, tried to get me too.

- Oh, great.

- Listen, Bobby.

My guy's a lawyer
with no priors who,

if he did do anything,
acted in self-defense

against a known
domestic abuser.

I'm giving you an out here,
all right?

Drop it, and we
can all go home.

- It's not gonna happen.

- You two done gabbing?

I've got 27
more defendants to go.

And at some point,
I'd like to eat my lunch.

- Yeah, well,
that's why I was trying

to expedite things, Your Honor,
by advising

Mr. Quinn here to drop
these absurd charges.

- There is nothing absurd
about murder.

- Well, it is when it's
a clear case of self-defense.

Not that my client's
admitting to anything.

- This is a bail hearing,
Bruiser.

We don't debate the merits of
the case until we're in trial.

Or have you forgotten
how the law works?

- If I don't hear
an argument...

- Eat it.
- Directed to the bench

in the next five seconds,
the two of you

can join Mr. Baylor
back in his cell.

- After you.

- Your Honor, Mr. Baylor
is a flight risk.

He's an extremely intelligent
young man,

a practicing attorney,
with the assets and acumen

to flee the jurisdiction
in such a manner

that we may never
find him again.

State requests $1 million.

- Oh, come on!
- Your Honor, he's broke.

He called 911 himself.

My client isn't some psycho
on a murder spree.

The deceased was a repeat
criminal offender

and known domestic abuser who
put his wife in the hospital

four times
in the last three years.

- The victim
isn't on trial here.

- And neither is my client.

This is a bail hearing, Bobby.

We don't discuss the merits
of a case until we're in trial.

Or have you forgotten
how the law works?

- Mr. Quinn,
her argument is persuasive.

- State requests $1 million.

- No flight risk,
no threat, 5 grand.

- Bail set at $50,000.

Yes!

Yes.
- Should have taken my offer.

- Eat a bag of dicks.

- We'll see you outside.
It's gonna be all right.

I know.
Take it easy, Vic, please?

- Hey!
- Hey.

- You paid my bail?

- Our bondsman paid your bail.

- But she covered the premium.

- Well, I figured
you didn't have

an extra 5K lying around, so...

- Bruiser, I don't know
what to say.

- Well, you can say it later.

Right now, you have a visitor.

- Are you OK?

- Well, I've been better.

- Look, I read
the police report.

This is the guy that we saw
in your building,

the one through the window?

- Cliff Riker, yeah.
Kelly is his wife.

- How did you get mixed up
in all of this?

- I just bumped into Kelly
in the hall a few times.

We became friends.

- Pretty big gap between
friends and dead husband.

- We weren't involved,
if that's what you mean.

- Look, my dad is in town, OK?
He can get you a real lawyer.

- I have a lawyer.
- Bruiser?

She's a street lawyer.

- So am I.

- This is serious, Rudy.

I mean, everything
you've worked for,

you could go to prison.

- It's not gonna happen.
- How can you even say that?

Look--literally,
look where you are.

This is your life.
Can we just--

- I got myself into this.

Just let me get myself out.

You know me.

I never back down
from a fight, right?

- Yeah, I saw some of that
at Manfred's deposition.

- Sorry about that.

- No, you're not.

Can I give you a hug?

- Yeah, come here.

- All right, Deck,
what's their case?

- Wait, wait.

Thought you said
the office was bugged.

- Oh, we put them
in the men's room for now.

- One more chili dog,
and they're gonna hear

all my explosive secrets.

- Plus, the feds
don't care about this, OK?

They're after me, not you.

- And why is that?

- Look, I'm not the one
in the soup today, all right?

You are.

Deck, what's Quinn's case?

- Married woman
meets a new lover.

Lover wants her husband
out of the picture

so he can have her
all to himself.

It's not like that.
- Oh?

Tell us how it's not like that.

- Cliff followed me
to Dot's house.

- Or maybe you lured him there.

- You know I didn't.

- I'm playing Quinn right now.

- He'll say you arranged this

so you can hide behind
stand your ground

and run off
with some dead man's wife.

- Well, that's insane.

- Who will testify
to the contrary?

- Kelly, for one.
- The lover.

- Starting to get the picture?

- Kelly and I, we're not--
we're not intimate.

- And yet you visited her
at the hospital several times.

And her nurse on duty
told me that you two

looked pretty cozy together.

- You talked to the nurse?

- That's what we do.

And what we know, they know.

How many other mistakes
have you made with this girl?

- He bought her shampoo
and Ho Hos.

- Ho Hos were your idea.

- Everybody loves Ho Hos.

- What does it matter
what I bought her?

- It shows that you
care about her.

- Yeah, it's not a crime, guys,
to care about someone.

- But it is motive.

Where'd you get the gun?

- East side, bought it
off a guy on the street.

- When did you get it?

- Monday morning.

- The same day you used it?
- What?

- That's premeditation, Rudy.

- And with no serial number.

This is a layup
for the prosecution,

even for a half-gork
like Bobby Quinn,

unless I can find
something to keep

your stupid ass out of prison.

- After a lot of thought
and discussion,

we've come
to a difficult decision.

Given the current
circumstances,

we're just not confident
in your ability

to be as effective
as the firm requires.

This is your severance.

- You can't fire me.

- It's not personal.

- I just told you
that Pritcher kidnapped

Jackie Lemancyzk,
who has a file that she took

off the hospital computers.

You need me.

- We don't know
what's in that file.

- We can assume
that it's important.

I mean, why else
would they break

into Charlie Sturm's house?

- Look at yourself.

You can barely hobble
up a flight of stairs.

And let's be honest.

You weren't exactly
effective before that.

- That psycho
put me in the hospital.

He killed Ethan.

I'm gonna finish this.

- The ball club's
making a change.

- You people.

You sit there
in your $4,000 suits

and your soft, manicured hands

while I'm out
in the real world,

letting you pretend
you're clean.

- You feel better?

You be careful on the stairs.

- So you up to date?

- Yeah, yeah.

But I don't understand
how it helps them.

Lemancyzk recommended
the committee investigate

the deaths of 15 patients.

But according
to the minutes,

she didn't provide
any evidence.

- They didn't believe her.

So she went up
to administration.

- Bernie Manfred.

I want to be helpful.

Let me in.

- We think she had a file.

Melvin Pritcher broke
into her ex-boyfriend's house

looking for it.

- How do we know that exactly?

- Are you willing
to get your hands dirty?

- How dirty?

- Go talk to the ex.

See what he knows
about this file.

- Should we go together?

- He'll see me coming
from a mile away.

But you?

Young, innocent, attractive?

He'll trust you.

- OK.

- He's in North City Hospital.

His wife's in a coma
from the break-in.

- So Pritcher is dangerous.

- If he is, we didn't know
until after he was let go

in a round of layoffs.

You understand?

- Yes.

- You want in, this is
the road to getting there.

- Bobby, you shouldn't have.

You could have sent
an intern to babysit us.

- I don't trust you, remember?

- I don't think
about you enough to remember.

- Well, I bet you think
about me every time

you visit your old man.

- Bite me.

- Murder scene.

- Alleged murder.

- Freaky-deaky.

- You can leave now.

- I'm here to observe.

- I know you like
to watch, Bobby.

But this scene's been dusted
and picked over already,

which means it's mine now.

Or shall I call the judge?

All right, Deck, you're Cliff.
- Right.

- Voreen, you're Kelly.
And I'm Rudy.

- Come on, Voreen.

This will be better
than answering our phones.

- Cliff chases her
out of there.

- Rudy!

- During which I rush in.
- Yeah.

- Tackle, then down.

- Go, Kelly!

- Maybe a punch.

Then there was
a strangle, right?

Strangle, strangle, strangle.

- Dot rushes in,
fires a warning shot.

- Right, right.
- Bang.

Ceiling.

- Cliff knocks the gun
out of her hand.

- Right, let me go.

- Kelly and Dot
run into the other room.

I somehow grab the gun
whilst getting hammered

by a raging athlete
and still manage

to push him off me
before firing

from the ground, at least
five feet away from him.

- You're not buying it.

- Well, here's
the first problem.

How did I get
five feet away from him?

- I don't know.

What is it?

- The second problem.

- Mr. Sturm?

- Charlie. Yes.

I told the other detective I'd
let him know when she woke up.

- We just thought
we'd check in.

How's she doing?

- Induced coma, brain swelling.

We don't know when she'll
wake up, if she'll wake up.

- Have you happened to hear
anything from your ex,

Jackie Lemancyzk?

- You think the break-in
is connected to Jackie?

- Mr. Sturm,
it's very important

that you tell us everything.

Jackie may be in danger,
real danger.

- She hid out in my shed
for a couple of days.

I--I lent her some money.

She thought someone
was trying to kill her,

was convinced
she was being followed.

- Why would somebody
want to kill her?

- She found something
she wasn't supposed to at work.

- What did she find?

- I don't know.
She--she didn't say.

- Well, did she
give you anything?

Do you know if Jackie may have
hidden something at your house

when she was there?

Did you happen to find
anything, anything at all?

- No, I don't think so.

She's been really cagey
about the whole thing.

I'm sorry.
I wish I could be more helpful.

Yeah, I better get back.

- Mm.

Thank you for your time.

- Yeah.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, thank God you're OK.

- I would have come sooner,
but it's been...a day.

What's this?

- It's all his stuff.

I can't look at it.

- You don't have
to stay here, you know.

Stay at my place.

I'll sleep on the couch.

You don't have to be alone.

- Do you think maybe you could
just hold me for a while?

- Yeah.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

- You lied to me.

- My father taught me to never
trust crime scene technicians.

They always miss something,

like the fact that there were
three shots fired.

One in the ceiling,
one in the body,

and a missed shot
hit the carpet.

Impossible if he were
on the floor.

The angle suggests that
the shots came from the door

to the kitchen, where I imagine
you were standing.

- Oh, Rudy!
Rudy!

Cliff, stop! Just stop!

Rudy!

- You told this theory
to anyone?

- Of course not.

Right now, I'm your lawyer,
which means I work for you.

But I'm not talking
to you right now.

I'm talking to her.

Kelly, I've been doing this
a long time.

Whatever he may have told you,

there's no such thing
as an open-and-shut case.

It doesn't exist.

And, Rudy, I don't know
why you're doing this

or where this hero complex
comes from.

But you're making things worse.

And you, are you
really willing to let someone

you care about
risk not only losing

his law license
but his freedom?

You may be shocked
to hear me say this,

but sometimes
the truth matters.

Sometimes it's all
that matters.

- Kelly?

- No, I'm not willing
to do that to him.

- That man broke into my home

with a Louisville Slugger
in one hand

and the devil's rage
in the other.

- Kelly's been in and out
of the hospital four times.

The nurses who took
these photos will all testify.

Bobby, I know
what you think of me.

But this was a bad guy
who was there to kill her.

All she did was defend herself.

- The only thing I wish
is that he was still alive

so I could
shoot the bastard myself.

- OK.

- So what about him?

He lied.

- Yeah, I did, and I'm sorry,
but--

- We both know
the system doesn't

always do the right thing.

But this time, it can.

You can.

Dropping on Rudy.
No charges against Kelly.

- So it's over?

- It's over.

- Wow, Quinn has a heart
after all, huh?

- Or self-preservation.

He knew no jury
would ever convict her.

- Pleased with yourself?

- I am, rather.

- Bruiser?

Thank you.

- What are you doing?

- Buying you a drink.

- You here to gloat?

- No.

I've come to thank you.

- Thank me?

- Yeah, well, I thought
you might keep hammering this

you know, 'cause it's me.

But you didn't.

And I'm grateful.

He's a good kid.

- That was some good lawyering.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

Can I ask you something,
now that we're friends?

- We're not friends.

- What did
the DA's office think

happened to Rosalie Sutton?

- We thought she was dead.

- Why?

- Bruiser, I'm not in a--
- I know what I'm asking here.

I need to know
what my father was into, Bobby.

Please.

- We had him and Prince
on a wire.

They were speaking in code.

But, well, we could guess
what they were talking about.

But we couldn't prove it, OK?

That's it. That's all
you're gonna get out of me.

Hey, best you don't
pay for this now.

You understand.

- Got it.

Thank you.

- Turns out, Cliff had about
$30,000 in a bank account.

I'm gonna use it
to start over.

- You're going away.

- I have to.

I hope you understand.

Are you gonna be OK?

- Better than I was, right?

Rudy, I don't know
how to thank you.

- Y'all want some tea?

- I have something
for you first.

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

Sit down, OK?

All right.
Close your eyes, OK?

Open them.

- I hope that's OK.

Excuse me.

- Yeah.

Dot, are you OK?

- I have a situation
that's gotten loose.

I need someone I can trust
to tighten it back up.

- This isn't usually
your style, man,

talking to me directly.

- Well, we have history now,
mutually assured destruction.

Yeah, well, that history
ended up with Lyman in prison.

- Not you.

- Who is he?

- It's all in there.

He's not alone.

He took her because she
has something we need,

probably a flash drive
or something easily hidden.

- And when I find him,

are we talking rail
or top shelf?

I guess that answers
my question.