All language subtitles for In Contempt - 01x04 - The Rules of Engagement.W4F

Previously on In Contempt...

Judge Dodson!

Guys, this is Bennet Thompson.

He is gonna shadow Gwen's case.

Oh my God!

Does anyone care about
the law around here?

Call it a performance review.

- She'll do great.
- Not her... You.

Our case looks like a losing battle,

which is unfortunate since
our client is innocent.

We, the Jury, find the defendant...

Not guilty.

Gwen, this is Alison, my fianc�e.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Gwen, I will pay you 5000 dollars

to go back to bed.

How'd it go with Bennet?

Is Bennet the bag?

Are you the bag?

Last night was great. I'm great.

Bennet's great. His fianc�e is great.

Okay, you're making about as
much sense as tits on a bull.

- What fianc�e?
- Alison!

She's beautiful, and
smart with perfect teeth.

So, Alison's the bag.

Clearly, I misread the situation.
He's not into me at all.

Here's a thought, go for him anyway.

It's wrong on so many levels, Trace.

- It's thirsty and it's sad.
- Or it's bold and decisive.

He ain't married yet. In
my book, that's fair game.

- In your book, married is a fair game.
- Yeah, now you're learning.

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All right, last year, we
processed 238,482 cases.

We did 660 trials.

But there are still
12,934 pending cases.

And we have 174 cases that
are over two years old.

Now I know you all have
been killing yourselves,

but we've got to keep
pushing them through.

- Victor.
- Hey, I deliberate.

And we love you for it,
but you gotta do it faster.

All right, any other business?

I have a very possible jury tempering.

- Specifically?
- My last trial.

One juror told the other
jurors she overheard

the defendant's lawyer very publicly say

"I wouldn't admit evidence

regarding an alibi witness
or an alternate suspect."

And the verdict was not guilty?

You want to refer her for investigation?

Your call.

Copping out is just making
me guilty on my own word.

It's not your word, Mike. It's evidence.

I've got an undercover
that makes you the seller.

You're marked "buy money".

Heroin in your pockets
and matching bags.

Man, my mom, needed her meds.
She's got stage 4 lymphoma.

- And my grandma's in a wheelchair...
- Ah-ah! Flag on the play.

Your mom had cancer last
time I represented you.

And your grandma passed two years ago.

Okay, okay, okay.

- What happens if I blow at trial?
- 15, max.

This judge, maybe 12?

I just turned 30 two weeks ago.

I'm tired, you know?

I wanna walk out of here
and I wanna make a change.

What about a drug program?

I'll ask again.

Well, if not that, I'm
just gonna fight it.

If anybody can get me that NG, it's you.

All right.

Oh. Hello, Your Honor.

Keep moving, can't be seen with you.

What were you thinking?

What are you talking about, honey?

They think you have
tampered with a jury.

'Til that gets resolved,
you're kryptonite.

People v. Brendon McGinnis. Step up.

Who is that?

You've been creeping
her for like 20 minutes.

Alison Bontemps. She's
Bennet's fianc�e.

- Bennet's engaged?
- Yes, and not to me.

You like him?

She's gorge...

Has a strong face.

They're going to this
restaurant tonight.

I was thinking about showing
up. Is that stalker-y?

Sort of. But also,

why do that to yourself?

I don't know. I guess I just want to see

what she has that I
don't, why he chose her.

That, and I could poison her.

- Who's the super model?
- Bennet's fianc�e.

Oh my God, I'm sorry. I...

He made me nervous.

He is here to evaluate me, not you.

So now just listen,

remember it's all about your client,

- he may look like a creep...
- He is a creep.

- He's a subway rubber.
- Doesn't matter. He is your client.

You need to drop the revulsion.

The court room is all
about the unspoken.

The jury's gonna clock the way
that you talk about your client,

the way that you look at him,
the way that you touch him.

- I can't touch him.
- You have to touch him.

Keep it soft... like
a touch on the shoulder.

Something that telegraphs
that you're not afraid.

You know that he' human.

You can do this. Just
go slow, be confident.

Docket ending 788,
People v. Jordan Dunlow.

Step up.

Thank you.

The defendant rubbed up against
a woman on the subway, Your Honor,

for the 12th time.

He was on his way to
the Probation Department

to check in with his PO.
Because he's... Guess what?

- On probation.
- For rubbing, I suppose.

The woman he rubbed up
against happened to be

- another probation officer.
- Oh, that's some bad luck, huh?

It was a crowded subway.

"Frank and Beans"? Or Just the "Frank"?

What?

Oh my God, I'm sorry. "Frank".

Nobody saw the pintos or
the kobashi, Your Honor.

Cute.

Okay, so we've got a 12 time loser

with an in the pants subway rubbing.

I'm gonna give him 90 days.

90 days is a good deal, Jordan.

And honestly, we don't
have much of a defense here.

They'll eat me alive at Riker's.

- I'll make a bail.
- So, reject the offer.

My client respectfully
declines the offer.

I don't know what you're
thinking, Counselor,

but it's time your client realized

this is the end of the line.

Gonna mark the court paper
for no less than 90 days

and set the a bail at 10,000 dollars.

Jordan, this much space

between you and everyone
else from now on. You got it?

If you have any urges,

call before you do anything stupid.

- Did you give him your number?
- No, I gave him yours.

What?

Tell me that is "Han & Vinny's".

Oh, I love you.

Okay, so another round of 20 questions

in the Guess Who Tracy Sexing Game?

- Okay, next question?
- Dodson.

- Where did that come from?
- Because you butt-dialed me last night

and the things I heard him
doing to you. You're nasty.

And let's just say
appearing in front of him

in court will never be the same!

More importantly, are you crazy?

As a borer in a peach orchard.

Ok "A", I don't know what that means,

but "B", you know they
can disbar you, right?

Honey, of course I
know. That's the thrill.

Okay. No pizza. What's going on?

We are gonna come back to
this, but I'm saving my appetite

for my Bennet and Alison
reconnaissance dinner.

Reconnaissance my eye! I saw her photo.

- God, you could have him easy.
- I'm not trying to steal her man.

- Then what are you doing this for?
- I just want to see.

Why did she get Bennet? I'm the
one who's doing God's work here.

Why am I not blessed
and highly favored enough

- to get the love of my life?
- Maybe you are.

Huh? Maybe he just wants
to see how bad you want it.

- Some cases for you ladies to cover?
- Can you not knock?

Yes Mr. Charlie, right
away, Mr. Charlie.

- Hey, Hi, sorry to interrupt.
- Hey, make yourself useful,

give this notice of actual
engagement to Judge Hernandez.

Uh wait. You are not trying
to stash and cash, are you?

That's what my client wants.

Have you mentioned the little
issue of the marked money?

Or the matching drug stash?

Hon, that's not a winnable case.

So I'm supposed to plea
the guy that wants a trial.

Did you even bother
asking for a drug program?

Dashay will never go for it,

and I don't think my
guy will complete it,

and I hate asking, it just
makes him sound guilty.

Charlie, you have to get him a program.

Talk to his mother. Get
her to plea this case.

If Dashay says no, go
to his Bureau Chief.

You know it's insane to roll
the dice on a stash and cash.

- Really?
- Sorry, I stopped listening,

- at call his mommy.
- Okay.

You think the sun comes up

just to hear you crow, don't you?

I'll do it.

You wanna see some real trial action?

- I got a big "buy and bust" going...
- Uh-uh, Riggs,

she's with me this week.

I'm teaching her how
to connect to those...

Uh wait... you know, uh, the,
gosh, I forgot, oh, clients.

- Is that pizza gluten-free?
- What?

Uh, you know what, forget
it. I can live a little.

What's next? Hookers and blow?

All right, ladies, thank you for lunch.

And thank you for being a teacher.

No, eh-huh, no, mine.

Hey, Janice, I wanted to drop this off.

Notice of engagement for Mr. Riggs.

Mid-trial is a little
late to find Jesus.

Jesus walked with Kanye, he
can't walk with my client?

Oh, you're panicking last minute.

Like the Novaro case.

So sorry I had to school you.

Why do you go so hard
on these drug cases?

You hit the pipe bag
in the day or something?

Look at you! An amateur
shrink and an amateur attorney.

He'll plea if you
approve a drug program.

For a three-time felon?

Recidivism suggests that an early
sentence simply wasn't long enough.

Whip a dog hard enough, he'll learn.

I'm talking about 18 months
of real residential rehab.

- I'm talking about 11 years in prison.
- Come on!

With his record, the max is 15.

Ken is not gonna give him more than 12.

Well then my offer saves him a year.

And if you don't like it,

then you can try the case.

But don't come running to me

when your little dope
fiend eats the max.

You can't win this.

So, if I were you, I'd smile.

Take your 11 years and say thank you.

You ain't me.

And thank you wasn't what I had in mind.

This is how it's about to
go down. After I light your.

Ben Carson bow tie wearing
ass up in front of that jury,

It's gonna me schooling you on
what cases I can or can't win.

After the undercover officer radioed
in the description of the seller,

- what did you do?
- I ordered the back-up team to move in.

They spotted the defendant 20
feet from where the buy went down.

And did he match the description
provided by the undercover?

Stringy hair, black
jeans, red baseball cap.

He also had the buy money
and the stash on him.

Can you explain that to the jury?

Undercovers use marked money.

We write down the serial
numbers so if we arrest someone

we can see if they have the same bills.

The defendant had this
marked money on him.

Two fives and a ten.

Anything else?

Different sellers stamp
their glassine heroin bags

with different designs.

Eh... The heroin the undercover bought

was labeled "Kopp Killer"
with two Ks and two Ps.

Mr. Pyke had 12 bags of
this "Kopp Killer" on him

when he was arrested.

Thank you.

Have fun.

That description, the one
you say matched so perfectly,

that must have been recorded
by the 911 SPRINT system

when the undercover transmitted it.

No, we use a secure channel
when we're undercover.

So there's no recording of what
that description really was?

I wrote it down as it came over the air.

How do we know that?

I just testified to it.

Hum, okay,

you have a cell phone
that take pictures, right?

One's with time and
location stamps on them?

What's your point, Counselor?

Just wondering exactly what time

you took pictures of the buy money.

We don't photograph it.

Then how do we know you
wrote down the serial numbers

before the arrest instead of after?

Well again, Counselor,

I just testified under oath

- that we did so.
- Right, but I'm asking for some proof.

Are you accusing me?

- Sounds like you're calling me a liar.
- I'm asking,

- because how do we know you're not?
- Okay,

let's move it along, guys.

Did you get my client's fingerprints

from any of the heroin glassines?

- We don't test for that.
- Right, 'cause let me guess,

instead of actual evidence,

your sworn testimony should be enough.

Hey, my team and I
are out there everyday

fighting to save your communities.

Then on behalf of my community,

let me say that we feel much better

if you showed up with
some actual evidence.

I'm done with you.

So, tell me why you're the
best choice to be supervisor?

You gotta teach them the fundamentals,

up their skills, and then,
send them out to sink or swim.

A supervisor is supposed to nurture you,

mentor you, patch you up
when the system gets you down.

I think we should have a giant
white board in the office,

with everyone's win-lost record.

A giant white board...

I know our clients, and I would help

everyone that I supervise become
the best lawyer they could be.

I'm in your, in your, platinum category.

It's what I was called to do.

It's my "dharma", as
a, as a yogi would say.

More valuable, harder to obtain,

worth having and worth keeping.

Come on, Tom,

would I be here if I
was in it for the money?

No offense, but...

And seriously,

you don't have anyone who
can try a case better than me.

And no one, and I mean no one

tries a case better than me.

Smothered tofu steak,

40 dollars.

Yeah, I can smother my electric
bill for the price of a meal here.

So, are you still having
financial difficulties?

No, it's just jokes.

I'm paying my bills,
taking care of business,

I'm good.

So, David's getting out soon.

We need to talk about
where he's gonna live.

It's up to me to take care of my son.

Please allow me to do that.

Okay, it's just you haven't
gone to see him, and...

I kinda know how he feels.

I mean, I keep asking you
to come and see me in court,

and you haven't.

Look, as I've said, Gwendolyn,
I'll be there when I can.

Hey, Bennet, my word.

- Good to see you!
- Judge, what a surprise.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Gwen, you remember Alison.

Of course. Good to see you.

You wanna join us?

- We'd love to.
- Sure, yeah.

- Why not?
- Thank you.

Hang on.

What are you doing here?

I did hear something about
me being a very BAD girl.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Hernandez might refer you to the
DA's office for jury tempering.

It does sound very serious.

What's the matter with you?

- You could lose your law license.
- God, everybody keeps saying that.

- Did you get any specifics?
- I wasn't in a position to probe.

Is there anything you wanna tell me?

Why don't you stop
being all scaredy pants

and probe this?

This is very pretty... for rabbit food.

So, are you really a vegan or a b-gan?

Vegan who b-eatin' anything
that don't have a mother

- like fries, pies..
- A real one,

and I'm gluten-free, soy-free,

dairy-free, sugar-free,
I know, sounds quite...

My God, must drive you
crazy, Mr. Burger & Fries.

Not anymore, she converted me.

You know Alison, this, this spring
roll's almost as good as yours.

You make your own spring rolls?

I actually hand make everything.

When we travel, I take cooking
lessons from the locals.

- It's just a hobby, but...
- Hey! Stop it!

She's being modest. Alison's
about to publish a book

on vegan, gluten-free eating.

That is great.

So, Gwen, what do you do for fun?

Well she likes to box, so
you need to be nice to her.

Okay.

It's really the best.

It's my destresser, and
it's a total-body workout.

I mean, can we all say
bodily-kinesthetic intelligence.

My hand-eye coordination is crazy.

And with all the rotational
movements, my core muscles are tight.

Jordan?

No, keep your junk in your pants.

Do not leave the house.

I don't know. Put an ice pack on it.

Don't get on the subway. I'm
not kidding. I'm hanging up.

Sorry.

Wow, Bennet's been telling
me about your cases.

But they sound more
eventful than he says.

I have a serial subway rubber.

- A frotteurist.
- A what-a-hoo?

It's from the French
"frotter", or "to rub".

The French psychiatrist
Valentin Magnan, coined the term.

I didn't know that.

I spent a year studying French
intellectual history at the Sorbonne.

That's very impressive.

Thank you.

So did you ever get to the bottom
of that rogue juror situation?

I interviewed the foreperson.

She felt the verdict was tainted.

Some of the jurors were upset, too.

Not so upset they couldn't
reach unanimous verdict.

Good point.

Did Tracy Campbell
ever appear before you?

All the time.

I have to say, I have trouble believing

she did anything intentional.

It's a big thing to
open an investigation.

It's so time-consuming.

And I for one need to focus
on reducing my case load.

I'll drink to that.

But I got the snuggle bear.

That was the first time I
knew she was gonna be a lawyer.

She was poor.

Dessert sampling for Mr.
Thompson and Ms. Bontemps.

Oh, how nice!

I have the honor of
catering their wedding.

You're engaged?

- How wonderful!
- Thank you.

We're very excited. Thank you.

Well, we couldn't be
thrilled, right, Gwen?

To Bennet and Alison.

Cheers!

I knew you'd be back.

What kind of heroin did you buy?

It was called "Kopp Killer".

And do you see the man

who sold you the heroin
in the court room?

Right there. In the blue blazer.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

The marked money you
supposedly handed over...

- Did hand over.
- You claim you handed over.

I did hand it over.

Well, you have no independent proof

the serial numbers were
recorded beforehand?

- Do you, yes or no?
- Yes.

I have the testimony
of Sergeant Gilford.

Who never documented
recording the serial numbers.

If we had, you'd say we
didn't do it on video.

If we did it on video

you'd say we didn't have
a clock on the video.

Now if we had a clock on the video...

- I'm asking the questions.
- Objection, let the man finish.

Officer, would you like to finish?

We don't use cameras

because we're buying real
drugs from dangerous people.

We used a secured line because

if people find out what we're doing,

good cops get killed.

I didn't ask about the danger, Officer.

I asked if you had any real evidence

or if you are just saying,
"trust me" to this jury.

What I've got is this.

That's the guy who sold me the heroin.

Look, I get it.

No matter what I bring in

you're gonna find some way
to say it's not trustworthy.

I understand, that's your job.

But it don't mean that your man...

...ain't a drug dealer.

- How did it go last night?
- Alison is such a bitch.

And by "bitch", I mean smart,
and light, with a body like "Kim".

Honestly, I can't even be mad
at Bennet. She's the truth.

Oh, my God. You need a V-steam.

You talking about steaming this "V".

Yes. You sit on like a throne thing
and there's this steaming pot of herb...

that goes underneath your lady parts.

It'll balance your hormones.

It's an energetic release,

and it will help you get over Bennet.

I read about it in Goop.

Gwyneth Paltrow's lifestyle blog.

Oh Lord girl. See you need
to be reading Afrobella.

Are you kidding me?

Seriously, Jordan, you
got picked up again?

I thought I told you to
put an ice pack on it.

I'm sorry. I'm not your client.

Please, you're one of the most
distinctive dudes I have ever met.

I'm not Jordan. I'm his twin, Gordon.

You stay right here.
You stay right here.

Can I see the papers
on Mr. Dunlow, please?

Oh man, is that Jordan or
Gordon? Because I can never tell.

Excuse me,

you were talking to my client?

Can we step outside for a minute?

They're offering him a year.

We tried to get our client take 90 days.

They offered you 90 days?
Damn! I would have taken that.

Oh, my God! Seriously?

Oh, come on.

I mean, I just can't
believe they're both rubbers.

What are the chances of...

Let's join forces. I have an idea.

I think you're in my office.

It's kind of nice in here.

It's comfortable.

- Good for...
- Uh-uh. Not gonna happen.

That's not what you said last night.

Why are you squatting
in my secret happy place?

Just trying to get my head together.

You're always in here.
I thought it might help.

Don't tell me Charlie
the Great is nervous.

I might have messed up.

I got demolished by the undercover.

I should have listened to you

and ran with the drug program.

Please, my body is a temple.

I let punk-ass Dashay got to me,

and now, I might have blown it.

I had a hooker client once.

She got hit with promoting prostitution.

I was so amped.

I just knew I could
get the charges dropped

'cause the cop who picked her up,

he'd been getting blow jobs from her.

Then it backfired.

She ended up getting two years.

- You know what really sucks?
- What?

We go home,

they go to prison.

You want my advice?

Why else am I in this damn closet?

Go to Dashay.

Put aside your gigantic,
enormous, humongous, big ol' ego...

- Swallow your pride and ask him...
- No, no way.

I lay down for Dashay now, he'll own me.

I'll be his bitch forever.

That means no leverage
for any future clients.

PD 101: you fight for every client
as if they're your only client.

Street 101: A dude beat your
ass, he always beats your ass.

You are not on the street anymore.

You seriously think that I
should just bend over for Dashay.

I think that you are man enough

not let your client
suffer for your arrogance.

This might be a learning moment for you.

And mostly,

I think not everything
between you and Dashay

has to have homo-erotic overtones.

Excuse me, Ms. Sullivan.

James Marks.

The parole officer who's
assigned to your brother, David.

Is something wrong?

Your father, he declined

to serve as an approved
residence from David.

David suggested I contact you.

Apparently, there's been
sort of miscommunication,

between my father and me.
Can we get back to you?

We can't release your brother
without an approved residence.

We'll wait for your call.

Dad, I just got ambushed by "parole".

Did you change your mind about David?

What's going on? Call me back.

Dashay!

Ah, ready for another round, "Big Time"!

I came to talk some sense?

Ah, all over so soon.

I may have let our prior
history cloud my judgment.

Make me a reasonable offer.
I'll take it to my client.

Only if you tell me how it feels

to face your own pathetic adequacy.

No.

All right then.

Let's see, the maximum was 15,

and I offered you 11 before.

If you ask me really
nicely, I can give him 14.

Go ahead, ask me,

really nicely.

Okay.

Please.

Really nicely

I'm humbly asking for
the sake of my client,

for you to kiss my ass.

Call your next witness.

Try to relax.

Relax body.

Center your vagina right over the steam.

Hey, hey, hey!

You have to just let it get up there.

The hot water has salvia, rosemary,

oregano, mugwort, wormwood...

Very good for
detoxification of the uterus.

I'm sorry. Is she trying
to say my "cuchi" is toxic?

20 minutes.

How come Tracy doesn't like me?

Well, if had to guess,
and this is her, not me,

she thinks you are too soft.

Too entitled, too naive.

Oh, and your hair...

- She said something about my hair?
- No, that was me, girl.

*** a black salon, like
a real one in the hood.

Is this supposed to itch? Because it is.

It's the steam doing its job.

No, this really is itchy.
Excuse me, spa lady?

Hello, ma'am! Hi!

Could you...? There's a, there's
a certain amount of itching,

irritation happening here.

Is it possible you are
allergic to the herbs?

I mean, you didn't say
sage. Is there sage in here?

Salvia is another name for "sage".

No, no, no. I'm allergic to that!

You have to say that. You have to
say the English words for stuff.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm allergic to sage.

You can't do that.

That is like... Oh my God!

Talked to Hernandez.

Thank me for saving your ass.

I didn't ask for a savior,
just an occasional hook-up.

Jesus, Tracy!

You came this close

to being referred to the
DA's Office for investigation.

- It could have ended your career.
- It was all just blown out of proportion.

You can't admit what you did, can you?

- Admit what exactly?
- I saw you.

I was there. You tampered with a jury.

What you saw was me
saving an innocent man

from getting an unjust
conviction shoved up his ass.

It was unethical and illegal.

Said the man cheating on his wife.

That is not the same thing.

What I did,

it might be illegal,
but it's not immoral,

whereas you screwing me, it
might be technically legal,

but it's immoral and wildly unethical.

So why don't you spare me the lecture?

I presume that the defense is
stipulating to the chemist's testimony?

- Actually no, Your Honor.
- Oh, come on!

Mr. Riggs, are you
seriously gonna force him

to put the chemist on the
stand? Because if you are,

I have too many cases for you
to engage in fruitless exercise.

The law says prosecution has to prove

every element of the offense charged.

They say the stuff is heroin.

Let them put on the chemist to prove it.

This is gamesmanship.

The defense is intentionally
trying to stall.

Is there any real chance

the substance in this
case is not heroin?

I don't know. Not my burden.

You say you can prove
your case, prove it.

Call the witness.

You've been a chemist for how long?

Nine years.

So you're pretty good
at recognizing heroin.

I'm very familiar with it, yes.

But even if I'm almost
positive something is heroin,

- I still test it.
- Right.

Can you explain what you do to it?

Before I testify,

I do a series of tests

to prove a substance is
actually a prohibited narcotic.

You do tests to confirm your suspicion.

As I said,

because as a scientist,

you'd never expect anyone to
take your word for something

- if you hadn't shown your work.
- Of course not.

How many tests do you do on a substance,

- before declaring it to be heroin?
- Five in total.

Three reagent tests,
one micro crystal test,

and then a GCMS to confirm.

- And you document each one?
- Yes.

We keep contemporaneous records.

How would we know?

Is there a way to verify your claim?

The computer time stamps everything.

We dictate our notes as we
go. We always show our work.

I mean, we do every test possible
before we testify to something.

'Cause you would never
just come into the court

and say, "trust me, I'm a scientist".

You'd never expect a jury to
take your word on something

if you hadn't shown
your work, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

Impressive.

Thank you for bringing us real evidence.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

So, what happened last night?

It was painful. I swore off
men and I slept with Charlie.

Wait, you slept with Charlie?

- I thought you liked Bennet.
- Yeah, so did I.

Wait, why do I smell
rosemary and oregano?

Because Vanessa took me to get a V-steam

and broke my "v-joinx".*

Christ on a cracker! I am so confused.

I took her to get a spa
treatment for her cervix

to cleanse her of Bennet ju-ju.

And why wasn't I invited
to the cooter cleaner?

Trace we were sitting on
a box with a hole in it,

with mugwort steam wafting
up into our lady parts.

I made an executive decision

that you and your cooter
would not have fun.

- Good decision.
- You're welcome.

Thank you.

I don't understand the plan here.

Why are we working so hard
for these rubbing twins?

- Of course, you don't.
- Shouldn't they do some jail time

- for rubbing against women on the subway?
- I don't know, Vanessa.

Should we lock up all
the alcoholics, too?

Hey, Jordan, it's Gwen.

I need you to round up
Gordon and call me back.

We need to have a brutally
honest conversation

about your sexual proclivities.

Oh, and I need to do some shopping. Bye.

I need you to put on a pant suit.

Hey,

why do I smell

the weeds that grew in
the empty parking lot

I played baseball in as a kid?

- I called you three times.
- Come in.

Most daughters when they
see their father calling...

Most fathers would take their sons in

after they'd been incarcerated.
What happened, Daddy?

You need to get you some groceries.

And for God's sake, you need to
leave that "flame boat" alone.

- That stuff will kill you.
- Dad, did you come here

to talk to me about groceries?

I thought that I could make peace

with David's actions and
his circumstances, I cannot.

I've given the two of you
the best of everything.

Clearly, it is not enough.

There is nothing else that I am
willing to give to your brother.

Well, how am I supposed to take him in?

Gwendolyn, he is not your
responsibility, either.

You need to focus on yourself
and make better choices.

I might be old, but I am not blind.

I saw that you have feelings for Bennet.

So did Alison.

You need to find your own man.

Dad, decent black men
are hard to come by.

That's an excuse.

You spend all of your
time with your clients.

Helping without getting help.

That is no way to live.

That is no way for...

That is no way for my daughter to live.

Quit job, abandon
brother, find love. Got it!

Thanks, Dad! Terrific parental advice!

How old were you when you started
getting the urge to rub on woman?

- Eleven.
- Eleven.

Do you have a preferred
venue for your activity?

- I prefer the subway.
- The subway.

Do you like blonds, brunettes?

- Ah, brunettes, dark brunettes.
- We both do.

Oh, come on.

How about woman in pants suits?

Yeah, I got a thing for pant suits.

Ah, me, too, and I, I like
women with clear high voices.

- Like mine?
- Yeah.

- Your Honor, this is ridiculous.
- Counselor, what's your point?

Would you both please stand up?

Your Honor, both of these
men suffer from frotteurism.

It is a recognized psychiatric disorder.

And it has a genetic component. I
mean, look at them, they're twins.

And they have the
exact same proclivities.

And they are both "activated"
by my colleague Vanessa.

This is ridiculous. They're
both serial sexual predators.

The condition is apparently
very amenable to treatment.

There is actually a residential
program that could help them.

Yeah, it's called the
New York Prison System.

You want me to sentence serial rubbers

to a rubbing program.

Therapy is far more likely
to prevent future offenses.

And besides, locking them
up for genetic disorder,

that's like punishing them
for how they were made.

Give 'em a chance to learn
how to control their urges.

Or send them to Riker's,

- they'll get the message.
- Enough.

Sit down.

Counselors, men like these are
one of the scourges of the subway.

But I am also conscious of the
limits of our prison system.

Let's hope this program works,

because if it doesn't,
you're both going to jail.

There was a time when a police officer

could walk into a courtroom
and deserved credibility.

But in the days of Eric
Garner and Tamir Rice,

when people can live stream

cops gunning down children on Facebook,

when the screams of "I can't breathe!"

can still be heard echoing in the air,

police just don't deserve
that special treatment anymore.

Michael Brown, Freddie Gray

and a thousand other names,

prove beyond any doubt

that the word of a police officer

can no longer justify
giving away a man's life

to the criminal justice system.

Only the chemist

showed up in this case
with real evidence.

Everything else

was just a whole bunch of
cops saying "'Cause I said so".

They had no proof they
wrote down the serial numbers

before they found the
money. They had no proof

they ever even radioed a description.

"'Cause I said so" is not enough.

And if it's not enough,

you cannot possibly
find this man guilty.

Thank you.

Notice how he talks of
Tamir Rice and Eric Garner

as if their deaths have anything to do

with this man being a drug dealer.

His argument preys on your ignorance.

It banks on your inability
to tell the difference

between a bad shooting
and good evidence.

In this case, the undercover
bought drugs from Mike Pyke.

He identified him.

And when they arrested him,

Pyke had the buy money
and the drugs on him.

It's that simple.

You're angry about Eric Garner,

I am too. But you do not

let a guilty drug dealer walk

because some crafty defense lawyer

got you riled up about the
police impartiality. No.

You're smarter than that.

On more round, drinks on me.

Tab's pretty high you know, Gwen.

Listen, honey, one more
round of drinks on Vanessa.

All right, all right.

Hey,

hey, that guy at the end of bar there.

- The cute one with the bow tie.
- Who?

No, no, no, no.

That's the Crips and Bloods
girl. He is forbidden fruit.

Seriously? There's no
super-hot exception?

Listen to me, he is the enemy.

Vanessa, how was your
day of sexual deviance?

Well, never in my wildest dreams

would I imagine that I feel
good about getting a rubber off.

Well I got it. I mean, they
obviously have a compulsion,

- they can't help themselves.
- Whoa, no, no. The question is

whether you can feel good "walking"
a client even if he could help it.

Who wins the unwinnable case?

- What's my name?
- Ah! Impressive!

Though, not to rain on your parade,

Vanessa and I got the
rubber twins, wait for it,

into a program! Boom!

You got a program for Hervy and Pervy?

What's our names?

Well, in honor of your
minor accomplishment,

- drinks on me.
- Yeah. Except you never carry your wallet.

And mess up the line
of this suit? Please!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not this time.

You be a gentleman and you pony up.

- I'm gonna get my wallet.
- Thank you.

Step away from the vehicle.

I said, step away the vehicle!

Since when is it against
the law to admire a car?

Put your hands in the air.

- Do it!
- Hands in the air now.

You kidding me? Come on, bro.

Don't look at him.
You're dealing with me.

Hey, just relax, man.

You should learn to do what you're told.

I didn't do nothing, man.

I didn't do anything, get off of me!

I didn't do anything.

Keep talking back, punk!

You're under arrest for
obstructing a police officer.

Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest.

This is bullshit! You can't do this!

Watch your head.

I want to know what I did.

What code did I break? Huh?

What law did I break right here?

Other than looking at a damn car...

Next time on In Contempt...

Press down.

Get it nice and black.

You can't do a strip
search. I'm a lawyer.

And my son is a black boy in America

born with two strikes against him.

The defense respectfully
moves you recuse yourself.

On what grounds?

'Cause you never lived in the
hood, and you don't know...

You have no idea what I
know or don't know, Gwen.

Post-bail, or plead guilty,

- I got cases to move here.
- No, wait! I will lose my job.

OK, I'll work for the money,
and I'll work for the man.

I do my job, 'cause don't nobody
give a damn about black people.