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He'’s sings to you?It'’s meant to scare me.

Does your dad
frighten you?Sometimes.

It would probably be best
if he would just go away.

That man is a client.Cruickshank?

I'’ve been in
a hotel room with him

She dismissed me.
Excuse me?
Your little friend.

She fired me.She was rubbing
the customer'’s feet

in an inappropriate
manner.

Take him to
the hospital.

Everything... come out okay?

Splendid. I'’m fine.

What are you looking for?$3 million.

Good, then.
We can close

the books on this nonsense.

This isn'’t right.He'’s competent--

that'’s all that matters.

We cannot take
advantage of a lawyer

who we know
to be mentally infirm.

I got up this morning
around 7:00,

and saw this. Gee, Chloe,

you seem a bit beside yourself.

You come into my home again,
and I will shoot you.

CASSIE: You rigged this thing?CHLOE:
I put a sign right on the door.

But, Cassie,

I rigged it,
but I didn'’t load it.

Well, if you didn'’t load it,
then who did?

Look at this.

She mounted the gun
on the stepladder,

ran the cord to the door,
and rigged it

so that when
the front door opened,

boom, problem solved.

Problem husband out of the way.

Can you imagine?

Twice she went
for a restraining order,

afraid that he would hurt her,

and twice she was turned down.

He psychologically
terrorized my client,

and did so
to their daughter Shelby.

And finally,
in a desperate last resort,

Chloe Higgins rigged
that shotgun in self-defense,

with a big, bold warning
on the front door

telling him what
would happen if he entered.

And he charged in anyway,

while she slept,
just like he had before--

while she slept.

The evidence will show that
this man was out of control.

[elevator bell dings]

Harry,

Harry, Harry!
Got a second,
my friend?

It'’s important.
Good to see ya.

Chin-Chin, how'’s
she hanging?

A second, please.

First, what'’s
important--

how are you, my friend?

Good. You?

I'’m doing fine.

Thanks. So nice
of you to ask.

You'’re such a mensch.

Actually, I'’m doing

quite a lot better,
truth be told.

I'’m even feeling like
I'’m back to my old self.

Isn'’t that just great?

Well, thanks for
the health update, Sam.

Now, if you'’ll excuse me...You took advantage

of me, Harry.

What do you mean?

I accidentally fired a nail gun

into my head, Harry.

It compromised
my faculties,

and you exploited that
to negotiate a settlement

while I was not of sound mind.

That'’s bad form, my friend.

Now, let'’s be fair, Sam--

I never considered you
of sound mind.

Rim shot! Zang!
Gee, you'’re good!

Whappo! Here'’s what
we'’re going to do, my friend.

We'’re going to vitiate
that settlement,

you'’re going to return
the money, and in consideration,

I will hold off moving
for your immediate disbarment.

That sound good, my friend?!Not really.

How about instead
of giving back the money,

I just put it in escrow
somewhere in hell,

and you can go there to get it.

You'’ve got a nice place
here, don'’t you?

Picked yourself up
off the ground, rebuilt
your miserable life,

little shoe store gig
on the side--

it'’s just neato, super-duper.

I'’ll make it all go away
with one snap of my finger.

Get lost, Sam, before I drill
your head with a few more nails.

Got a little
theme song,

Sam, as you strut out

with your saggy,

pathetic ass?

Or shall we just go with mine?

Oh, crap.

ADAM: What are you gonna do?

I'’m gonna defend myself;
what canI do?

Harry, you do face
some exposure here.

Yeah, yeah. I'’m not
giving the money back.

Hey, Tommy, how'’s
your day looking?

What'’s going on?

Eh, I may need you
to defend me.

Can you come
to my office?

Chunhua...

listen,

I'’m feeling a little bad

about the way
you dismissed me

from the shoe store
without cause.

I had cause.

You were being inappropriate.

Yeah, but I was thinking

you actually fired
all the women,

and it started me wondering--
do you not like women?

Because I was under
the impression that you did.

In fact,
I got the sense

that you liked... me.

I certainly like you.

[quietly]:
It'’s okay to like me, Chunhua.

Are you feeling bad
about liking me?

KILDARE:
We'’d just come
from chambers.

Ms. Higgins had
accused my client

of entering her
premises at night,
using her lipstick

to write a threatening message
on her bathroom mirror.

Mr. Higgins claims she wrote it
herself to implicate him.

Do you think that'’s
what happened, sir?

The defendant wrote it?

I have no reason
to believe she did.

But I believed my client
when he said he didn'’t.

CRUICKSHANK: And I'’m informed
after this meeting in chambers,

there was a verbal altercation

that ensued
in the court corridor.

Yes.

Words were exchanged.

at your client
during that exchange?

KILDARE:
I remember that she did.

And what was said?
If you remember.

Ms. Higgins told James,
and I quote:

"If you come into my home
again, I will shoot you."

Okay. Do you believe
that my client'’s fear of yours

was genuine?I have no reason
to believe

it wasn'’t.Thank you.
And at the time

she made her threat
in the corridor, did she

strike you
as homicidal in any way?

Not really.In fact, you were

never so concerned that
you reported to the police.

No.
Thanks.

Was your client concerned?

He did not appear to be.

Thank you.

CASSIE: Okay, Chloe,

we'’ve played this thing
out as long as we could.

The D.A. is not budging.

I think it'’s time
for us to come clean.

What do you mean?Means we have
to make a plea.

We have no other
real choice.

I will not allow Shelby
to be put in a facility...

That doesn'’t have to happen.Of course it
will happen.

If it'’s revealed that
she shot her father,

of course it will happen.First,

she does need treatment.

Which she'’s getting.

She'’s seeing a therapist.And second,

have you considered
what it'’ll do

to her to watch
her own mother go

to prison for something
that she did?

'’Cause that'’s what we'’re
looking at here.

I am not letting my daughter
go to a facility.

I will not even risk it.

We just keep arguing
self-defense.

Chloe, listen,
here'’s our problem.

The only person who could
establish self-defense

is you-- we
cannot put you
on the stand.

Why not?Because a lawyer
cannot knowingly

put a client on the stand
to lie-- it'’s a rule.

Excuse me?An attorney cannot
knowingly call

a witness to give
false testimony.

The only reason you know it'’s
a lie is because I told you.

It doesn'’t matter.

I'’m being punished
for confiding in my lawyer?

OLIVER: We'’re not
defending this rule.

We'’re just telling
you what it is.

We cannot put you on
the stand to lie.

[scoffs]

Okay, here'’s
the other hitch.

Should you fire us

and engage another lawyer,

as officers of the
court, if we know

a witness is about
to take the stand to lie,

whether he or she
is our client or not...

we have a duty to report it.

You would report me?

We would have to.

I think I need
to speak to your boss.

I'’m sorry?

Harry Korn.

I need to talk to her.

So, the trial has
already begun?

Yes. Basically,
we were playing it
as long as we could,

trying for manslaughter.

We can'’t move the D.A.

Now...Let me see if I get this.

The court'’s not questioning
she shot him?Right.

But she didn'’t shoot him?Right.

Your daughter did?I rigged it

on the stepladder,
but Shelby loaded it

and set the trigger.

And where'’s Shelby now?

She'’s with my parents
in Chicago.

I didn'’t want her subjected
to the publicity during trial.

OLIVER:
The prosecution has

one more witness, then it rests.

Then will be a good time
to call Chloe...Just call her

and let her testify
in the narrative.

Harry, you and I both know,
if we go into chambers

asking allowance for her
to testify in the narrative,

that'’s telling the judge
she plans to lie.

So?

So then
he'’s biased,

and every little ruling
goes against us.

Plus, by the time we get
to jury instructions, forget it,

we wouldn'’t
have a chance.

What does that mean,
"in the narrative"?

Instead of a lawyer asking
you questions, you just

tell your story
in a narrative format.

CASSIE: Our
other problem

is that juries
today are savvy.

They watch
Law & Order.
They know that

any witness testifying
in the narrative is lying.

What?That'’s it.

What'’s it?What'’s it?

Who'’s the judge?

Kirkland.

Let'’s go see him.

[bell dings]

Hey.

Hey. Can I help you?

Maybe. Can you accept service?

I'’m sorry?
Summons.

My client'’s suing your firm.

Who'’s your...

Sam Berman?

Well, there are a few
plaintiffs, actually,
but the lead guy is Sam.

Hey, Harry.
Phoebe Blake.

I don'’t think
we'’ve formally met.

You'’re actually
the lead defendant.

Sorry. Hey.

HARRY: Sam Berman hired you
to represent him?

Yeah.What are you,

17?
Pretty much.

Can we talk a second?

Okay, honestly, I don'’t
know why he hired me.

I'’m a solo practitioner-- this
seems wayabove my pay grade,

and, well, I was hoping we could
settle this quietly and quickly,

before I get too destroyed.

Uh-huh.

And what are you looking for?

Well, I thought
if I could get you

to return the money,
I could get Sam

to drop the punitive
damages count

and all the disbarment nonsense.

You'’re kidding.

Uh... no.You think you'’re

just gonna waltz in here and
I'’m gonna hand over $3 million?

[laughs]:
Well, I don'’t think
I waltzed, but... okay.

And, um, my
client did have

a brain injury--
I mean, you saw the nail

sticking out of his head.
Big nail.

If you had
any reason to know

or suspect...I didn'’t.

That all you got, Gwyneth?

[wry laugh]: Oh...

It'’s Phoebe.

Look...

I need to get something.

I can'’t just crawl away here.

What do you say, Tommy?

Should we throw
her a bone?

What seems good to you?

Well...

I'’m not a big fan

of dealing in round numbers,

but off the top of my head,
nothing seems good.

HARRY:
That'’s what I was thinking.

How'’s nothing?

Does nothing work?

And when I complained
to Harry about it,

she basically just blew me off.

And is Lisa really
bothering you?
Well,

it'’s harassment.

She'’s given me
little looks before,

but I'’ve just
dismissed them.

But now this.

It'’s making me
very uncomfortable.

Okay, I'’ll get into it.

Oh. Me again.

Are you Adam?
Yes.

Phoebe Blake. I don'’t think

we officially...

Anyway, this here
is actually for you.

[bell dings]What'’s this?

Depo notice. Oh.

You'’re deposing me?
Sorry.

I'’m not making friends
around here, I can see that.

I'’m really nice.

Harry, you'’re not serious.

I'’m very serious.

You want to knowingly
put a client

on the stand
to give false testimony.

Right on the button.Okay, so,

one of the most
sacred ethical rules...Yeah, yeah.

It'’s a pretentious, full-of-crap
rule, and you know it.

I mean, it punishes
the client

for sharing privileged
information

with her own lawyer.

Well, that may be so, but...Look, Judge,

trials are rarely about truth.

The D.A. distorts,

the defense distorts.

Why shouldn'’t the client be
allowed to put in her version?

After all, it is her life
on the line.

She can put in her version...
in the narrative.

In which case, the jury will
know that she'’s lying.

People know
what narrative statements means.

HARRY: Come on, Judge. This
rule effectively denies

my client
her constitutional right

to get in that chair
and confront her accuser.

It does no such thing,

and by the way, I
resent your implication

that the State
doesn'’t pursue the truth.

Yeah, chill, Doogie.

your carefully crafted Q & A?
Come on.

This makes you complicit
in the lie.

You don'’t think
we'’re gonna coach her

when she testifies
in the narrative?

And what'’s the nature
of this lie?

That I don'’t need
to tell you, and I won'’t.

Judge, let'’s face it.
This is an archaic rule.

It effectively bans our
client from testifying

and pretty much guarantees us
an appeal.

I give you my word,
I will not suborn perjury.

I'’ll just ask her what happened.

All right.

But if I feel that you suborn
perjury in any way...

What? You cannot be serious?HARRY: He'’s serious.

What are you doing for dinner?

I beg your pardon?

You don'’t want
her in that chair.

Let'’s grab dinner,
Mr. Truth-and-Justice.

See what we can work out.

Okay, have a seat.

I got you the right to testify
if that'’s your wish, Chloe,

but it'’s not your wish,

and here'’s why.

What'’s going on?

I'’m telling you what'’s going on,

and you'’re going to listen.

I have a dinner with

the district attorney
in about an hour, and

my hope is to tell him
the truth, the whole truth.

No. Absolutely not.Chloe,

at the risk
of sounding indelicate, shut up.

Now, let'’s suppose
you testify,

and that we should
even win this trial.

That'’s a preposterous long shot,
but whatever.

There is no way that the truth
doesn'’t eventually come out.

Trust me.

And at that time,

your daughter will go
to a juvenile facility,

and you will go
to prison for perjury.

That'’s what'’s going
to happen, Chloe,

maybe not today, maybe not
tomorrow, but one day.

And between now and that day,

your daughter will probably go
to a psych ward as a result

of bearing
this unconscionable burden.

Sit your ass back down
in that chair.

I'’m not done.

Asking your daughter

to keep this secret,
in my mind, is abusive.

It can'’t be doing her any good.

You people are supposed
to be on myside.

We areon your side.

HARRY: And we'’re telling you,
this thing is a house of cards.

It will crush you,
and it will crush your daughter.

Chloe, we have a little bit
of leverage right now,

but it'’s a very small window.

HARRY: So, basically,
what we need from you

is to not be a complete idiot.

Can you do that
for me, Chloe?

If not for me,
then for your daughter.

It'’s unacceptable, Lisa,
and you need to stop it.

Okay.

That sounded a little qualified.

Adam, I did not come on to her.

You know very well,
it is you I am after.

Well, look, she'’s...

Can'’t you see
what'’s going on here?

She'’s threatened by me,

and this is her way
of getting rid of me.

Lisa, come on.Adam, she has tried

to broom every woman
working here.

She drove the girls downstairs

to either quit
or go on strike because you

were flirting with them.
Don'’t be a dope.

Why else would she come to work
for her old boyfriend, huh?

[knocking]
Hello?
Now she'’s saying

I hit on her? [laughs]

Who'’s next? Harry?

[piano music playing]

Here'’s the thing.

I got an unusual situation,
and it'’s a bit delicate.

And it might take a little
cooperation on your part.

I'’m listening.

Okay.

What happened
that night...?
Hold on.

Do you plan to eat that?Is that a problem?

Might I say grace before
we partake in God'’s bounty?

It'’s a breadstick.

It'’s food, Harry, for which

we are grateful to receive.

Ugh.

May we join hands
for grace?

[sighs]

Fine.

Dear Lord, let us give thanks
for our daily sustenance

which we are about to receive
in thy blessed name.

Accept our humble gratitude,
dear Lord, and forgive us

our trespasses, and
please accept Harry Korn

into thy joyous heart.

Allow me to be made whole
once again in thine eyes.

Let the pools of sin go fallow,

so that I may never dip
into them again with my lust.

Walk with me, my
savior, as I turn my back

on the evil ways
of prostitution.

And women'’s clothing.

Let me find redemption
in thy heart,

despite the wanderings

of my wayward
procreational appendage.

Dear Lord in heaven above...

[Harry crunching loudly]

If the big guy can forgive
all you got going on,

I figure he'’ll cut me some slack
with the breadstick.

I apologize.

I'’m in treatment
for a few issues,

and I'’ve been instructed
to incorporate the 12 steps

into my blessings and prayers.

Got it. Can we talk
about the case now?

Sure.

Uh, what I'’m about
to tell you is part

of a settlement discussion,

so it would be sealed.

Of course.

Chloe Higgins rigged
the shotgun on the stepladder,

but she didn'’t load it.

She went to bed,
and she figured

she'’d test it
the next morning.

The daughter, Shelby, loaded it

set the trigger,
unbeknownst to Chloe.

You expect me to believe that?

It'’s the truth,
which an hour or so ago,

you claimed to be a big fan of.

Chloe is covering
for her daughter.

What I'’d like to do
is dismiss against Chloe,

and get Shelby into a hospital

where she can get the help
she desperately needs.

That'’s not going to happen.

My client didn'’t load the gun.

She rigged it.

At a minimum, she would be
guilty of negligent homicide.

No, she wouldn'’t. What?

It'’s foreseeable
that the daughter

would load it, set the trigger
and kill her own father?

Chloe Higgins set something
into motion, Harry,

and as a result, a man is dead.

I'’ll give the mother
aggravated manslaughter

if she agrees to testify
against the child.

This presupposes she passes a
lie-detector test, of course.

I'’m not looking
for a trial against the child.

I'’d just want
to get her treatment.

So everybody walks?
A man is dead,

nobody gets held accountable?

If you want
to make a lesser charge

of assault against the mother,

I'’d be willing
to entertain that.

I'’ll stick
with murder.
She didn'’t
commit murder.

According to you,
her attorney.

Mr. Cruickshank,
if we proceed to trial on this,

you could very well
end up with nothing.

You think
this is a slam dunk for you?

CHLOE:
So we go back into court?

Yes, and you'’ll testify.

And say...?The truth, Chloe.

I can sell the truth.

I might even be able
to get you a not guilty.

It'’s a risk,
but lying is a bigger one.

And what would happen to Shelby?

She would have
to go to some facility.

Which she should.

She needs treatment.HARRY: Not to mention,

she might very well

pose a risk to society.
No.

She was only
protecting me.Chloe, please.

This is not going to end well.

HARRY:
You just say what happened.

I'’ll walk you through it.

Cassie'’s been
over it with me.

You need
to trust me here, Chloe.

The truth is our best chance.

[elevator bell dings,
doors open]

Howdy, howdy, howdy.

How we all doing

in toon-town today?

Oh, great.

Uh, get her ready,

would you?

We should leave in
about 15 minutes.

Okay.

Harry, Harry, Harry, my
friend, how we doing, love?

Hey, I saw a guy
in a wheelchair

I know how you like to exploit
the disabled and whatnot.

What are you doing here?I'’m here for the
deposition, my friend.

We'’re deposing
your good man, Adam.

I never waived notice.Oh, come on.

What, "Oh, come on?"

I never waived notice.
Harry.

A second?

You can see my client'’s a
little off his game here.

I'’d like to just
plough through

discovery and dispose of this.
Wouldn'’t you?

No. Nice try getting me

to concede he'’s off his game.
In my opinion,

he'’s never
been sharper.

I'’m in court
this morning.

You will not be deposing him
in my absence.

Or mine.

Running a bit
scared, are we?

It'’s to be
expected, I suppose.

And that'’s
what you are,

my friend, aren'’t you?

A crook, a cheat, a scam.

Have you given
one thought

as to what will happen
to your career

if you make this public--

that you blew it,
that you cost your client

$3 million--
your biggest client?

I don'’t care-- you
took advantage of me,

and that'’s not
okay with me,

and now it'’s time
to get even, Harry,

and that'’s what I intend to do.

Harry, we should
really be going.

I'’ll cover this.
Go ahead.

No deposition
without me in the room.

Got it.

Later?

♪ Thanks for takin'’ me ♪

♪ On a one-way trip to the sun ♪

♪ Thanks for turnin'’ me... ♪

Were you afraid
of this man?

Very much,

which is why we
went into court

seeking the
restraining order.

This only seemed to
make things worse.

He charged into my
lawyer'’s office--

Cassie Reynolds--
and threatened her.

He actually asked
for her home address.

I became convinced
that he would hurt

either me or my daughter Shelby.

So what did you do?

Well, eventually,
I resorted

to self-help.

I pulled out
the shotgun,

mounted it on the stepladder,

ran the cord
to the door,

put a sign on the door,
warning him.

The police maintained that
there was no sign on the door.

It was found
in the bushes.

He must have
pulled it off,

but I put it there,
warning him not to enter.

And then what?

And then what, Chloe?

I, uh...

[swallows]

I loaded the gun, set
the trigger, and went to bed.

Youloaded the gun?

Yes.

Then what?

I went to bed.

A few hours later,
I heard it go off.

About what time did you load it?

I don'’t know, 11:00, maybe.

HARRY:
11:00, and, uh,

you went through all
this with Shelby?

Um, she was
in on it, too?

Absolutely not-- she had
nothing to do with it.

Oh, well, come on, I mean,
if she knew about it,

we have to assume...

She didn'’t know about it.

She knew nothing about it?

No.

In fact, I rigged it
after she went to bed.

She knew nothing about it.

So you rigged
a loaded shotgun,

you strung the cord,
then you just went to bed?

What would
have happened

if Shelby had gotten up
in the middle of the night

and tripped over the cord?

Or suppose your husband
rang the bell

instead of just entering,

and Shelby went to the door
and opened it to let him in?

Boom-- no more Shelby?

I-I didn'’t think about that.

You didn'’t think about that?

Your Honor, I'’d like
to stop, please.

You know, it'’s funny,
you'’d think you'’d be ready

for these questions,
I mean,

that they had been
asked already,

but you didn'’t talk to the
police-- they never got

a chance to ask--
and your lawyer

Cassie Reynolds never asked
because

she knew what really happened
that night.

Your Honor, I'’d like to stop.

You told her,
just as you

told me
subsequently,

that it was Shelby.
No.

No?
What are you doing?

Your Honor, I want to stop.

Request to treat
the witness

as hostile,
Your Honor.

Your own client?

Request to treat
the witness as hostile.

What are you doing?

I'’m trying to save
your life, Chloe.

You just told
a lie under oath.

You have one chance
to correct that.

Your Honor...HARRY: You have

one chance
now, Chloe,

one chance to tell the jury

what really happened that night.

Just tell us.

[sighs]

I rigged the gun...

ran the cord.

Of course I knew
it was dangerous

with a nine-year-old
in the house.

Which is why I
didn'’t load it.

[gallery murmuring]

Whether I would have
loaded it the next day

or the day after that,
I can'’t tell you.

[sniffling]
Perhaps I would have.

But I didn'’t load
it that night.

We'’re recessed

till after lunch.

What I did was give you
your best chance to win,

and if you lose, I handed you
another grounds for appeal:

your own lawyer turned
against you.

You understand you'’re
under oath and all that--

you need to tell
the truth?

Yeah, I got
that, thanks.

And all objections except to
as the form of the question

will be reserved for trial.

We good with that?We are.

This wasn'’t supposed

to start until I got here.

Oh, we'’re just getting through
all the preliminary nonsense.

You'’re good.

Hey, Harry, no hard
feelings, right?

How about a good firm handshake
to start things off?

Let'’s just be good lawyers,

slit each other'’s throats,

You know, Sam, the little
crazy act isn'’t playing, okay?

I'’m not buying it.
All right,

guys, let'’s
save it

for recess.

We ready, Adam?

All set.

Chunhua, hey.

Hey.

Chunhua, I'’m sorry.

I never meant to make
you uncomfortable,

and if I did so,
I truly apologize.

Okay.
Sometimes I do
get insecure

and I behave oddly
around people.

You know, you'’re an
incredibly beautiful woman.

I suppose if I did like
women, you'’d be my girl,

but trust me,

I'’m into men.

So, yeah.

Peace?

Excuse me?

Oh, sorry, I'’m part Inuit,

and it'’s traditional when
two people settle a dispute

or resolve a difference
to, um...

Well, here, I'’ll show you.

Peace.

Mmm.

So, when he came into the office
for the meeting,

he had a four-inch nail
protruding out of his head?

That'’s right.

He hadn'’t been to the hospital?

No, he came here first
to have the meeting.

Did that strike you
as odd?
Odd?

[laughing]: It struck me
as nuts. The guy...

...was eccentric,

so we thought, well,
that'’s Sam Berman.

So you took him to the
hospital where he underwent

surgery to remove
the nail

from his brain?
Correct.

And the next day
he returned?

Yes.

Did he seem
different?
Yes, he seemed

much more congenial
and happy.

And you discussed
settling the case.

Correct.And before the accident,

he was offering roughly

a hundred and a quarter.

After, he was willing
to give $3 million.

Correct.

So, 125,

nail goes in the brain,
$3 million.

Correct.Did it occur to you
that Mr. Berman

might be suffering
the results of a brain injury?

I'’m not a doctor.

Did it occur

to you that Mr. Berman
might be mentally compromised

as a result of a nail
shooting into his brain?

Yes, that occurred to me.

Did it occur to Harry Korn?

TOMMY:
Objection-- work product.

Don'’t answer.

Without
revealing

specific communications,
did you and Ms. Korn discuss

Mr. Berman'’s mental health?

Work product.
Don'’t answer.

Lay opinion, realizing
you'’re not a doctor,

do you believe
Mr. Berman was of sound mind

when he executed
this settlement agreement?

No, I do not.

[sighs]

I'’m sorry.

Harry, I was
under oath.

It was either tell
the truth or...

I couldn'’t
commit perjury.

I'’m sorry.

No, not your fault.

We probably
should never have let

that deposition happen.

So what happens now?

Well, I suppose they'’ll vitiate
the settlement agreement.

No meeting of the minds.

The only
ethical thing

to do is to call the client,

have him put the money
in an offshore account--

I'’d say the
Caymans--

where they can'’t get at it.

Harry, we should get
back to court.

Yeah, okay.

Adam,

I'’m just going
to say this.

You can reject it

like you tend
to reject me,

In this business,
the truth

is not always your friend.

In fact, often it'’s
the enemy, and to be

a good lawyer, you need to be
able to pick up a dagger

and stab the enemy
in the heart.

You need to gut the truth
sometimes, mangle it

so badly that even its carcass
becomes unrecognizable

to the trier of fact.

CHUNHUA: Adam?

I did what?

That'’s what she said.

Wait a second,
I sucked on her finger?

And what else?

Did I do
the toesies, too?

What exactly did happen?

I apologized,
I said I was sorry

if I made her feel
uncomfortable.

I-I cannot believe this.

I sucked on
her finger?

This woman is out of her
mind, Adam, oh, my God.

CRUICKSHANK:
I'’m delighted, Ms. Higgins,

that you decided
to clear things up,

and I know
it must have been difficult

because by telling us

this new
information--

Well, actually,
come to think of it,

it might mean
you having to go free.

Gee.

Objection.Yeah, move it along,
Mr. Cruickshank.

Just to clarify,
you'’ve been saying ever since

this tragic murder occurred
that you were the one

who carried out
this brutal execution.

Said it the night of,

said it to the police

in every single interview,

I gather to your own lawyers

since you pleaded
self-defense,

but now you say
all those declarations

of yours-- they were all lies.

Well, I guess so.

You guessso?
That'’s a lot of lying, isn'’t it?

Objection.
Overruled.

Let me ask you something,
Ms. Higgins. Shelby--

has she been a problem child?

Trouble in school?
Any signs of any
social issues?

Shown a pattern
of violence or deviance?

No.
Well, I'’ll
be darned.

She just... jumped right
into the crime pool with murder.

Objection.Sustained.

And she was crafty
about it, too.

I mean, her fingerprints were

not to be found on the gun.

That'’s because once I realized,
I wiped the gun clean

so her prints wouldn'’t be found.

Did you, now?

Wow. That'’s quite

a presence of mind
on your part,

as you stood over your
husband'’s dead body,

still warm,
you wiped the gun clean.

Objection.Overruled.

Tell me something,
Ms. Higgins, did you

place that warning
sign in the bushes?

What?
Makes sense,
doesn'’t it?

He'’d come rushing in,
be shot dead,

and you could say
to the police,

"Hey, I wrote a note."

That'’s not what happened.

I put the sign on the door.Figured

he'’d see the gun through
the window and be scared off?

Yes.
Let'’s say
that happened.

Let'’s say he saw
through the window,

saw the gun trained
right on the door--

would your husband really be

that stupid as
to go through a door

that he saw the gun
trained on?

Why not go through the window?I don'’t know.

I wasn'’t in my
husband'’s head at the time.

But you know how he thinks.Mr. Cruickshank,

He was a complete
stranger to me.

A complete stranger, you say?

And yet, when you sought your
restraining order against him,

you told the judge,
and I quote:

"Your Honor, I know this man."

"I... knowthis man."

So that was a lie,
too, then, wasn'’t it?

Gee.

♪ ♪

She told you what happened.

And I suspect you believe her,

because finally, finally,

she was able to come clean
with the truth.

I don'’t know about the 12 of
you, but I, I detected relief,

profound relief in Chloe when
she was able to stop hiding

what must have been
an oppressive secret.

Now, does she bear
some responsibility

for the death of her
estranged husband?

Of course
she does.

She mounted the gun,
she rigged the device,

but she didn'’t load it.

Mr. Cruickshank, no
doubt, will argue

that she set this
whole thing in motion.

but she never, ever imagined,
nor could she, that Shelby,

the victim'’s
own daughter,

got up, loaded the shells
into that weapon,

and armed the trigger,

and even if you want to
say she should have known,

that'’s negligence, not
first-degree murder.

This is a visceral piece
of evidence, I grant you,

but Chloe Higgins pointed
an empty barrel

at the door that night,

an empty gun.

That'’s a bluff.

It isn'’t murder.

CRUICKSHANK: The best of
criminal defense attorneys,

like Ms. Korn--

I regard her
as one of the best--

they'’re a bit like Houdini,
capable of manufacturing

these miraculous
last-minute escapes.

This one ranks right up there.

You got all this
physical evidence

that suggests
she did it.

You'’ve got her
confession.

She had previously
threatened to shoot him.

Right in the court corridor
told the victim,

"If you come into
my home again,

I will shoot you."

She did.

You got the sophistication
of this thing.

Obviously
no child did that.

How in the heck does she wriggle
out of this?

Enter Houdini.

Ta-dah!
She didn'’t load the shells.

They can'’t prove that she
actually loaded the shells,

so we'’ll go
with that.

Sure,

Shelby did it,

though her prints
aren'’t on the gun.

Sure, the victim saw
that big note,

perhaps even saw
the gun itself,

and still chose to go
through that door anyway.

It all makes sense,
doesn'’t it?

No, it doesn'’t.

It really doesn'’t.

All the evidence--
every last bit of it--

points to this
woman'’s guilt.

All she has for a
defense is her word

when she'’s done nothing
all along but lie.

"I was lying before.

Believe me now."

Your choice.

Go with the evidence
or "Ta-dah!"

So, Pheeb,

have a seat.

Be.Sorry?

Phoe-be.

Actually, of the two syllables,
I prefer the "be,"

so...
Phoebe.

Covered.

Did a nice job
with Adam.

Oh, he was easy.

Harry won'’t be, Harry'’s a
rock, I'’ll never budge Harry.

That where you'’re headed?

Okay, look, you may
have an argument,

but we have the money and
we'’re not giving it to you.

Your means of recovery would
be going to court and shocking

a jury with our
unscrupulous conduct.

This with a client who
represents Big Tobacco.

You'’ll never do it.

However bad you
make us out to be,

we don'’t kill people,
we don'’t kill kids.

Sam Berman is
clearly a smart guy.

He went out and hired
the most likable,

adorable little thing he
could to represent him.

No doubt members of the
jury will want to eat you.

Up-- eat you up.

But...

...it will not work.

Bottom line-- we were
bad, your guy'’s worse.

We'’ll give you $350,000
back, take it or leave it.

Take it.
Really?

[grunts]
But I'’ll relay it to Sam.

Wait, wait, wait.

Do you have a counter?

No.

Bitch.

That was fast.

Tell me about it.

CASSIE: Some of the jurors
are looking this way.

Sometimes that'’s a good sign.

Hmm, but only sometimes.

KIRKLAND: Mr. Foreman,

this is unanimous?

Uh-oh.

Yes, Your Honor.

Very well.

The defendant
will please rise.

Mr. Foreman, what say you?

In the matter of The State
of Ohio v. Chloe Higgins,

on the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we the jury find
the defendant Chloe Higgins

not guilty.

[gallery murmuring]

[mutters]

On the charge of murder
in the second degree,

we find the defendant
Chloe Higgins

not guilty.

KIRKLAND: Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

the state thanks you for
your time and service.

Well, as ta-dahs go,
that'’s one of the better ones.

What happens to Shelby?

Well, she'’ll have
to be surrendered.

But, Chloe,
it'’s the best result,

not only for you but for her.

Cheer up.

Listen, it'’s
what happened.

Now can we work together

on what'’s best for
this little girl?

Upton, it'’s
what happened.

["The Sound" intro playing]

♪ Won'’t you come inside?
Won'’t you come inside? ♪

♪ I want to show you
my life... ♪

[song trails off]

[patrons chattering,
cutlery clattering]

PHOEBE:
You the big goat today?

[wry chuckle]

Thanks to you.

[chuckling]:
I'’m sorry.

Can I make it up,

buy you a beer?

Absolutely not--
I don'’t trust you.

We don'’t need to talk
about the case.

Yeah, just
forget it.

You'’re up to
something.

Just, just
go away.

What makes you think
I'’m up to something?

'’Cause girls who look
like you don'’t sit

on barstools
next to me.

Go away.

Okay, maybe I am up to
a little something.

Come work for me.

Withme.

Excuse me?

Word is,
you'’re frustrated.

Harry and Cassie get to do
the big murder trials.

Ollie gets to do...
well, Cassie.

Tommy'’s got his cases.

You settle
interoffice disputes.

You'’re way too good
for that.

How do you know
what I'’ve been doing?

I observe.

I'’m getting more cases
than I can handle.

I know you'’re good.

Think about it.

Forget it.

He'’ll have
another beer.

You'’d have a lot of fun.

I'’ve got some really
great cases,

or maybe you prefer
the really big stuff

like secretaries sucking
on each other'’s fingers.

I'’m not leaving.

You'’re thinking
about it.

No, I'’m not.

Fine.

♪ Is there anyone around? ♪

♪ Can you hear my sound? ♪

♪ I'’m buried six feet down ♪

♪ In this underground ♪

♪ Can you hear me? ♪

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