Tracy Powers.
I need you to send an ambulance now.
God, I think he's dead!
I don't know the damn address!
Oh, God, I think he's coming!
Send the police, please!
I don't know. It's in Malibu!
It's off the highway.
It's Beach, Beach... Beach Canyon Road.
(gunshot)
You're gonna spoil your dinner.
This is dinner.
What about Dan Tana's?
I thought we were going to start a new tradition.
(garbled): I can't. I got study group.
I'm sorry. Was that English?
I forgot about a study group.
Oh, so study group over veal scaloppini?
Sorry, my physics teacher is a Nazi.
I'm completely drowning in Honors French
and I haven't even started my English Lit term paper.
Besides, you'll be answering phone calls
halfway through your Caesar.
Did anybody ever tell you
you got a serious Type "A" deal going?
Yeah, I wonder where that comes from.
You're gonna thank me some day
collect from your dorm room at Princeton.
(phone rings)
Oh, as predicted, the bat signal.
Kind of dressed up for a study group, aren't ya?
Can I have my dinner, please?
Let me guess.
No veal scaloppini for you either?
What are you doing here?
Emergencies must be routed to two DAs per department.
I thought I'd save you the awkwardness
of having to choose me over the others.
I can't imagine why they resent you.
What have we got?
Two victims, married couple.
Husband took a bullet to the chest.
Wife shot point-blank in the back of the head.
Not a typical day in Malibu.
Has the place been tossed?
No sign of robbery.
Owners?
Don't know yet. We're running it down now.
??
Pretty sophisticated surveillance system.
Are those connected to a computer in the house?
Video files have been disabl.
Someone may have been covering their tracks.
I'm Lenny.
I'm working.
Tracy Powers, 25.
Sheriff Department received a 911 call from a woman.
It didn't me from a land line in the house.
We haven't found her cell phone yet. Get anything?
She got the street name out before she was shot.
Took us a couple hours to find the house.
Any witnesses?
Someone saw a black BMW parked near here today.
That's it so far.
Well, we know who owns the house.
Harry Russo.
I take it you know him?
You could say that.
You know, this office
has been building a grand jury case
against your pal Russo for two years.
We're not pals.
Yeah, sorry. Business associates.
You know, you can't swing a dead cat in this town, Jess,
without hitting a lawyer who uses a PI, okay?
Yeah, well, most PIs don't put dead cats on windshields
to intimidate witnesses.
You're exaggerating. Small rodents, maybe.
You and every other lawyer who hired Russo should start sweating
'cause I'm gonna indict him for blackmail, extortion, wiretapping...
You said there'd be an indictment six months ago.
Russo has so much dirt on the witnesses
they're all too scared to talk.
But if he's involved
in double homicide, my job just got a lot easier.
There's no forensic evidence linking him to the crime.
Is this going to be a conflict of interest?
You pursuing Russo with a grand jury probe
in an election year, hmm?
You know damn well what I'm talking about:
your little history with Russo.
Do I strike you as sentimental?
It's a murder investigation, Jess.
I think it should be independent
of a grand jury probe.
Fine... for now. Don't forget my fundraiser.
Black tie.
I'll cut a check.
I can't promise I'll vote for ya.
POWERS: Oh, God, I think he's dead!
DISPATCHER: What is your address?
TRACY: I don't know the damn address!
DISPATCHER: I can't send an ambulance without an address.
Oh, God, I think he's coming!
??
Tracy? Tracy?
TRACY: Send the police, please!
DISPATCHER: You have a house number, Tracy.
TRACY: I don't know. It's in Malibu.
It's off the highway.
It's Beach... Beach... Beach Canyon Road!
tracy?tracy.are you there?
Last words of Tracy Powers.
www.1000fr.com present
sync:FRM@uranus
all right, what have we got?
She was an actress/waitress at the Cypress Hotel.
The husband Wayne Powers was a part-time roofing contractor.
Anything on the 911 call?
Call came in from a prepaid cell phone
which is bad news for us.
We can trace the call,
but not the name of the caller.
Phone of choice for philanderers, bookies and terrorists.
Ballistics?
The ME says the slug pulled from the victims
were from a .45.
The rental agency
knows nothing about the Powers.
Cops say Harry Russo is their prime suspect.
Based on reputation, not fact.
Can I ask a stupid question?
Boy, you really know how to tee it up for a guy.
Speak.
Why don't we wait for the cops to bring us more?
Because our beloved District Attorney has it in
for Mr. Russo, and busting him would--
along with my reluctant cash donation--
secure her re-election.
Raina, you and Inspector Clouseau here follow up at the Cypress Hotel.
Talk to the victim's co-workers, employer.
Also, this disposable cell phone.
I mean, You got to walk in and buy that somewhere, right?
So, Madeleine, I want you to get the names of everyone
who has a key to Russo's beach house, got it?
And yet, oddly, no one's moving.
If the 911 call came from a portable cell phone,
whoever killed Tracy may still have it.
More likely, they dumped it along with the gun.
Yeah, a lowlife like Harry Russo
wouldn't hold on to evidence.
You really think Russo did it?
I Googled him.
You wouldn't believe the stuff he's pulled.
He's more than capable of killing two people.
I read those articles. They're all allegations.
The guy's half a mobster.
He ran a reporter off the road
just because he mentioned his name in the paper.
Until he's convicted of a crime,
he's just another private investigator.
And Gotti was in waste management.
So?
So, Madeleine said that Stark and Russo knew each other.
Now Stark's dirty, too?
Maybe I could interest you
in a few snapshots of the grassy knoll.
Come on. Every big-shot defense lawyer
in this town uses private investigators.
You think Stark was any different? No.
I'm telling you something doesn't smell right.
Can you imagine Stark and Russo working together?
Scary.
Kind of a dive for a man of your pedigree.
I took a pay cut.
Tell me about it.
Since you crossed over, I had to cancel April in Tuscany.
Atlantic City's more your style anyway.
Really?
So how come you don't invite me
to that VIP poker night at your house?
It's a straight game.
What's that supposed to mean?
You cheat.
Ouch.
Or maybe you're afraid to hang out with me
since you became a big-shot DA.
How about hooking me up
with a place on that fat city payroll?
A PI under investigation by the grand jury.
Might be a little tough slipping you past the background check.
Hell, if you made it through, how tough could it be?
We need to talk to you.
Do I need a lawyer?
Depends. Murder anyone today?
Look, I already spoke to the cops.
I didn't know the victims.
The real estate agency, they handle the beach house.
It was your place, Harry.
This is going to go through you.
Tell me something I don't know.
Then get out in front of it.
Were you working for this couple?
Is it part of another case? What?
I don't discuss client business.
You ought to know that better than anyone.
Two people are dead.
If you're willing to take a needle
to cover for a client, you've taken loyalty to a whole new level.
That's why everyone who has secrets to keep come to me...
Shark.
I don't go by that anymore.
Well, you might be wearing a badge now,
but we both know what you really are.
Tracy came out here from Indiana with her husband.
Who was also her manager, we understand.
If you call a drunk redneck trying
to live off his wife a manager, then yeah.
Wayne was pushing Tracy to do some cable stuff;
soft-core, but she wouldn't go for it.
You told the police that her hband was abusive.
She ever talk about leaving him?
Yeah. I felt sorry for her.
She had lousy taste in men.
Were there other guys in her life?
I've got a lot of work to do and we're opening soon, so...
We really need
ur help, Lisa.
Okay, there was one guy, older.
Sat in her station a lot.
She seemed happy when he was around.
They flirted a lot.
Was she seeing this guy?
I don't know.
I tease her about having a sugar daddy,
but when I asked his name or what he did,
she would just change the subject.
You said he was older, right?
Yes, he was in his 40s. dark hair.
Is this the guy, Lisa?
No, that's definitely not him.
STARK: What'd the rental agency say
about who was staying at Russo's house?
Russo told the rental agency to reserve the house for him.
and then he'd rent it off the books to his friends.
To dodge his taxes. Typical Russo.
Then the police questioned the neighbors.
Nobody saw the Powers staying at the house,
but I talked to a lifeguard.
Last week, he saw some guy kicking people off his beach.
His beach?
Ah, they're all liberals
till somebody blocks their ocean view.
Well, let's just go have a chat with Russo, shall we?
Good morning, everyone.
Would it kill you to knock?
You got a minute?
Wait outside, Max.
I guess you've run out of unofficial visits.
You're right.
My associate, Madeleine Poe.
Something tells me that's not a court-ordered wiretap.
Just my type: pretty and smart.
Fortunately for me,
this is a little out
of your jurisdiction.
Fullerton city councilman taking a bribe.
There's just no honor anymore.
We know you're renting out the beach house.
Who was there at the time of the murders?
Is it time for me to lawyer up?
Is it time for me to call a judge? For what?
A search warrant.
Connie, it's Sebastian.
Is His Honor available?
Thank you. I'll hold.
What's the point?
I've already turned over everything from this office
to your boss
for her little grand-jury vendetta.
Yeah, but I know where you keep the war rooms.
You can only wiretap within an area code,
so he keeps four apartments around L.A.
You gave me the tour, remember?
What do you want? A witness saw
a man staying at your house last week.
It's just a matter of time before we ID him.
Oh. Hi, Your Honor. Could you hold just for a minute, please?
Look, I'm not gonna talk.
Especially with the... girl of my dreams over here around.
STARK: Harry,
I'm not asking you to flip on a client.
I am simply asking a landlord to give me the name of a tenant.
Taylor Garrett.
The movie producer. STARK: And now the prime suspect.
Your Honor, I'm so sorry to keep you holding.
Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that
the card game is gonna be 10:00 this week, okay?
(chuckles): Oh, I'm sure you will.
Good. See you then.
Harry, you think Garrett was sleeping with Tracy Powers?
You got your name. Now get out.
He gets grumpy-- low blood sugar.
Come on.
Russo's an old friend.
Sometimes I hole up at his place at the beach
and read scripts. Does he work for you, Mr. Garrett?
You don't have to answer that. It's no big deal.
I used him when I was in the private sector.
I'm sure you have him on the payroll. Russo's never worked for me.
Sounds like you think he's dirty, too.
(phone ringing) Are we almost done here?
I'm just getting warmed up.
It's Casey and Raina. Look, look, it's okay.
We had piracy issues, intellectual property stolen.
Russo has been able to help us with security.
Did you ever have any contact
with the female victim, Tracy Powers?
Never heard of her.
You ever been to the bar at the Cypress Hotel?
This is getting awfully close to custodial interrogation.
Keep me posted.
Tracy was a waitress at the Cypress.
So?
So? So two of my deputies
just showed your picture to one of Tracy's coworkers.
She ID'd you as Tracy's
sugar daddy. Come on, what? Is it against the law
to flirt with a waitress in L.A.?
MADELEINE: Do you own
a .45-caliber handgun, Mr. Garrett?
Okay, we're done. STARK: For now.
But I wouldn't book a suite at Cannes this year.
(pop music playing)
JULIE: A mole is used
to count particles, and atoms are so tiny that they...
need to be... Hello?
Earth to Eddie?
Chemistry blows.
Erica again?
Things are really messed up.
I thought you guys were so happy.
She's... she's great.
It's just... all we ever do is fool around.
(laughs): Sorry. Way too much information.
Oh, no, no, it's cool.
I've had relationships like that, you know,
that are completely physical.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah, sure. It's no big deal.
Does it make you feel like a slut?
What?
I-I mean, not-not that you are one.
That's just how I feel
when I'm with Erica.
(exhales)
On top of that, I've got this huge meet next week.
The UCLA scout is coming to watch me run the 1,600.
I have to kick ass.
With this English lit paper due...
I need to get creative.
Slidethruschool.com?
Term papers online. Eddie!
Look, I'm not gonna use the whole thing.
I mean, I'll just borrow a bit here and there.
I know. Do you remember those kids who cheated at Flintwin?
They got kicked out of school,
and now it's on their transcript. Look,
track's my ticket to a decent school.
I have no choice.
Yes, you do. Look, I will help you.
You've got your own paper to write.
I'll be fine.
Just promise me, no slidethruschool.com.
Promise.
Where are we on Garrett?
I'm stuck next to Jessica at her damn fund-raiser,
and she's gonna be all over me.
Motive. Madeleine, go. Jealousy.
Garrett could be sleeping with Tracy Powers,
husband finds out, follows his wife to the beach,
goes bad from there. Have the cops found the murder weapon?
Not yet. Garrett's alibi's weak.
He says he was working at the office,
but his assistant was out sick.
We need more. Neighbors say that
they saw a black BMW parked near the house
that day; Garrett drives a black 740.
Plate number? No.
This is Malibu, people.
Even the nannies drive black BMWs.
How about the cell phone?
Bought in cash six months ago at a Rite-Aid
quarter mile from Garrett's office.
In fact, two phones were purchased at the same time.
Good, good. Not just positive, but good.
I see you got roped in to the Jessica thing too, huh?
My dad's introducing her.
You clean up nice-- I'm surprised you're missing
the opportunity to kiss Jessica's ass.
Cheaper ways to suck up to the boss
than a $500 chicken dinner. Isn't this gonna be enough
for an arrest warrant? STARK: Maybe,
but it'd be even better if we had enough for, say,
a conviction. MADELEINE: Maybe this'll help.
Taylor Garrett purchased a .45-caliber Kuth
450 Max in Montana two years ago.
Retails for about six grand.
He tells the cops that he can't find it.
He misplaced a $6,000 gun?
Yahtzee! Get a warrant.
Contact L.A.'s finest.
Bring me the ass
of Taylor Garrett.
WOMAN: Sorry to interrupt.
Casey, the driver said we're gonna be late.
I'll be right there. Do you need me?
(chuckles): No. But I certainly could use you.
Sebastian Stark.
Enchante.
Have a lovely evening.
I intend to.
(engine rumbling quietly)
Sheriffs' Department! Hands above your head!
Taylor Garrett, you're under arrest
for the murders of Wayne and Tracy Powers.
This is Garrett's bag-- no gun, but I do have
two cell phones.
Could you turn them on, please, Detective?
What are you doing? Hopefully, calling a dead person.
(ringing)
Tracy Powers' cell phone.
Puts Garrett at the crime scene.
And hopefully, in prison.
It's right past the light. (gunshot)
Mr. Woodland. Ah,
the guest of honor. You might not want
to leave your date alone in there too long.
I think she can handle herself.
It's an impressive turnout.
Campaigns are expensive.
I'm sure your father's told you all about it.
So, how are things going with Stark?
Fine. This Powers case hits
a little close to home for him.
I guess.
You know about my grand jury investigation of Harry Russo?
Yeah. Well,
Stark's name has come up.
Anything solid?
Not yet, but I would like to avoid
any potential conflict of interest.
That's where you come in.
Me?
I'd appreciate if you, uh, would keep me posted
on the Powers murder investigation.
Doesn't Stark report to you?
With his, uh, ties to Russo,
it's important that I make sure that I'm in the loop.
Well, what do you want me to do?
I've put in two long years
into this grand jury probe of Russo.
I'm just asking that you keep me apprised
of anything that might jeopardize that investigation.
I'm not really comfortable doing this.
Oh. Well, I wasn't really comfortable
with a certain state senator
when he asked me if I would make his son
an ADA because it would look great on his resume.
I got over it.
Enjoy the party.
(groans): You are like something I stepped in.
Maxine said you'd be here, and... voila.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to get rid of her.
So, what's this? Phone records
from the prepaid cell phones.
Taylor Garrett called you
around the same time the Powers were killed.
So what? So you're in this
up to your ass, Harry.
You better start talking.
May I ask a question?
No. Why are you sitting at the same bar
where the murder victim worked? See, that's already the wrong question.
Why are you in the same bar as one of our witnesses?
HARRY: You kidding me? This is a hotel bar.
I make my living in places like this.
Right now, up in room 413
there's a married stockbroker...
hooking up with a surprisingly attractive transvestite.
Welcome to my world.
Why did Taylor Garrett call you that day, Harry?
No comment.
Maybe he called you to clean up after a double murder.
Who the hell's Boy Wonder over here?
Would you give us a second, please?
I'll have you arrested as an accessory
before the ice melts in your gimlet.
Look, I go down,
you're going with me.
Hmm?
If you think what happened up in Stockton
is gonna stop me from nailing you on this, Harry,
you are dead wrong.
(elevator bell dings)
My guy's on the move.
We'll have to take this up later.
(exhales)
Want to grab a bite to eat?
Do I need to take a number?
(chuckles): Come on, don't tell me
you're jealous about last night.
You wish.
So let's go. I can't.
Suppression motions from Garrett's defense team.
They're trying to paper us into submission.
Shark wants it done by 3:00.
Well, that's insane.
Garrett's team is challenging witness testimony,
petitioning change of venue, change of jurisdiction,
and I have to answer them all.
You don't have to do that.
You'd do the same for me.
I really wouldn't.
I know.
I'm not sure why that turns me on.
Low self-esteem, maybe?
Eh, something like that.
That night was a one-shot deal.
Fine with me.
(crickets chirping)
EDDIE: This outline is...
amazing.
You really saved my life.
You did all the work; I just steered you in the right direction.
There's just one more thing I need.
Eddie, I'm not gonna write your paper for you. Actually,
I need you to come with me to the Arctic Monkeys' concert tomorrow night.
Wow. That's... that's so great.
I just... I haven't even started my own paper yet.
You're a genius dork. You could write that thing in your sleep.
Well, what about Erica? I don't want to go with Erica.
I want to go with you.
Yeah, but you guys are still technically dating, and...
(footsteps approach)
(Stark clears throat)
Hey, there. Dad.
Saw a car on the security monitor,
thought there might be a problem, and...
(chuckles): clearly, there is.
Eddie, this is my father. Hi.
Eddie, how you doing?
So, what were you studying there?
Besides the inside of my daughter's mouth?
I should probably go.
Yeah. Um...
I'll call you later.
What was that?!
Paternal prerogative.
So, Eddie seems nice. What happened to Jared?
(phone ringing) Jared was just a friend.
And this guy's what, just a study buddy?
Well, he was, but he's going through a really rough time right now.
Yeah? I don't know why I even bother justifying this to you.
Hold on. You got to be kidding.
Honey... (sighs)
Did he say what'd he want?
No, but he didn't sound happy.
Does he ever?
Hey, Martin.
What's up with you?
Russo used to work for Stark.
Does that surprise you? No.
But I heard him talking.
And it sounded like something happened.
Like what? No idea.
But it must've been ugly.
Want to hear something truly ugly?
The judge threw out the prepaid cell phones. Why?
Did anybody notice whether the police had an arrest warrant
when they picked up Garrett?
It was a felony arrest under exigent circumstances.
His boat was fired up to flee or dump evidence.
They don't need a warrant for that.
You do when the arrest takes place at the person's home.
It was Garrett's boat.
Where he lived for a year
after separating from his wife.
Where he gets his mail, pays his taxes
and therefore,
according to the judge, still legally resides.
Now as badly
as you screwed the pooch on the arrest, of course,
it pales in comparison
to whoever countered the motions to suppress.
I had the boat. It was me.
Oh, let me guess...
you figured the defense was just papering us, right?
So you dismissed their arguments.
You didn't bother to provide a single
precedent, not even one case for the judge
so that maybe he could deny their motion.
We were on a deadline and... Next time
instead of rushing through the suppression motions
so you can make happy hour,
try reading them.
Because now all the evidence gathered on that boat
is now inadmissible,
which means that Taylor Garrett
can't be placed at the scene of the crime,
which means that he's going to get away
with murdering two people.
So why don't you make us
a keg of coffee there, sport,
because we're gonna be here all night.
??
and now you're telling me that the bartender
who actually saw Garrett and Tracy together won't testify.
Let me guess: Russo behind this?
Unless the rat impaled on our windshield wiper
committed suicide, I'd say that's a good bet.
If this weren't so tragic, it'd be funny.
All right, we're putting him on the stand.
He can testify about the phone call from Garrett
the afternoon of the murder.
The judge can't throw out phone records.
To say Russo is an unreliable witness
is a massive understatement.
Then you better prep him within an inch of his life.
It won't matter. He's not gonna talk.
50 bucks says he'll talk to me.
(scoffs): Make it a hundred.
Mr. Russo, these boxes contain
two years' worth of documents
from our investigation of your business dealings.
That's a lot of dead trees.
I have enough to indict you.
And yet you haven't.
It's because I also intend to take down
all the people who hired you.
Come on, Jessica, are you kidding?
I'm the one you want.
I have the power to drag every one of your clients
in front of a grand jury.
High-profile people
who don't like to open up the L.A. Times
and see their names attached to criminal investigations.
I'm guessing that would be very bad for business.
Well, if I testify against Taylor Garrett,
I won't have a business.
Either way, you're looking at a new career.
If you take down Garrett,
it's two years' minimum security for obstruction.
Refuse and the grand jury will see to it
that you retire at Folsom.
Pick your poison.
You're not leaving me much of a choice, are you?
Yeah, I'm coming out. I'll be right there.
What, your date can't come to the door?
After the way you treated him last time,
I'm surprised he's picking me up at all.
Staying in tonight?
Yeah, I got to prep.
Yeah, you know I shouldn't even go out either.
I have this Longfellow paper that I'm only halfway through
and the stupid computer keeps crashing.
Relax, sweetie, go have some fun.
I thought you didn't like Eddie.
I don't, but I'm never gonna like anybody you date,
so don't let that stop you.
Now you look cute.
Thanks.
But you know what, I'm gonna go grab my laptop.
Jules, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Honey.
I am your father
and I love you, but...
if you take your computer to a rock concert,
you will officially become the biggest geek on the planet.
This coming from the man who built a courtroom in his basement.
Talk about bringing your work home with you.
You don't think it's cost me plenty?
Do your old man a favor...
go be 16. Okay? 'Kay.
Oh, look, your study partner's here.
Look who's all grown up.
We're working downstairs.
Come on.
You couldn't just put in a gym?
Let's get one thing clear.
I don't trust you as far as I can spit.
You try anything clever, I'm gonna bury you.
Can I smoke?
When we're done.
All right.
How long were Taylor Garrett and Tracy Powers having an affair?
About a year.
Where are your flying monkeys?
This is between you and me.
Was Taylor Garrett trying to end the affair with Tracy Powers?
No, it was a good thing for him.
He was getting some on the side.
She was getting jewelry, auditions.
It'd still be going on right now
if her husband hadn't gone up there
to the beach... Do me a favor, okay?
Dispense with the editorials.
Now you said in your statement
Garrett told you that Tracy was becoming a liability.
Isn't that like hearsay or something?
Hearsay exception: party admission.
Shut up and answer the question. Nice.
You know I almost went to law school.
Yeah, I almost became a priest.
Answer the question.
He said she might become a liability.
Was Garrett trying to send you a message and you got it wrong?
I don't ever get it wrong.
You're gonna be under oath tomorrow.
I wasn't hired to intimidate her.
Yeah, but I know you sometimes like to freelance.
Freelance?
You start getting too clever for your own good
and the next thing you know,
a witness ends up dead.
It was a drug overdose.
You couldn't just do what I told you.
I did exactly what you told me.
I never said I wanted her dead.
You want to put all the blame on me, fine.
But unlike you, I can live with it.
So Taylor Garrett never hired you to scare off Tracy Powers.
No, he didn't.
Did he call you at all on the day of the murders?
Yes.
And when was that, sir?
It was about 1:30 in the afternoon.
Where were you?
On a job. Park La Brea.
And what did Taylor Garrett say to you, sir?
He said he had just shot two people
out at my beach house
and that he needed my help.
Did you go to his aid?
Yeah.
Please speak up.
Yes.
I drove out to the beach house,
I erased the video files,
and I told him to get rid of the gun and anything else
that might be connected to him.
Then I left. I headed back to my house.
And how long were you in Malibu
all told, Mr. Russo?
I don't know, not that long.
I got home about 4:00 or 5:00.
Did you see the look on Garrett's face?
Priceless.
You don't have to thank me.
Don't worry. I wasn't gonna.
You were on a job in Park La Brea at 1:30 p.m.
when you got the call from Mr. Garrett?
Yes.
And you testified
that at around 2:00 p.m., you drove out to your beach house
in Malibu and then returned to your house
in Carthay Circle around 4:00 or 5:00 p.m., is that correct?
It was pretty close, yeah.
Mr. Russo, do you play cards?
Yes.
Are you familiar with a card room in the city of Commerce
called The Shamrock Room?
Yeah.
Ever play poker there?
Sometimes, yeah. Your Honor,
we request that this be marked Exhibit J.
It's a videotape
from a security camera in The Shamrock Room
at exactly 1:02 p.m.
on the afternoon of October 1,
the day that Wayne and Tracy Powers were murdered.
Your Honor, I'd like to request a sidebar.
Denied.
Now is that you, Mr. Russo, in the dark shirt
sitting down at the poker table?
I guess so.
Well, yes or no?
Yes.
Can the bailiff make sure the jury
can see Mr. Russo in the dark shirt.
Also make note of the time stamp of 1:02 p.m.
All right?
I'm going to go fast forward now.
Keep your eye on the man in the dark shirt
and on the time stamp.
Note that at no time does Mr. Russo leave the poker table.
He doesn't even get up to go to the bathroom
or grab himself a bite to eat,
let alone drive out the 20 miles to his Malibu beach house.
He must be getting some very good cards.
All right, look...
now it is 3:00 p.m.
Mr. Russo...
how could you possibly make it out to Malibu
and then drive back through rush hour traffic
and still be at your house at 5:00 p.m.?
Did you lie to this court
when you testified that you went to Malibu
the same day that the Powerses were murdered?
Yes.
(crowd murmuring)
(gavel bangs)
??
He set us . You think?
He's the one who slipped that tape to the defense.
Thereby providing exculpatory evidence for the defense
while acting as a prosecution witness.
It's a pretty neat trick.
Hate to say I told you so. Then don't.
You know, he may be a lowlife,
but this Russo's got some major stones on him.
By perjuring himself on the stand,
he's got the jury questioning our entire case.
Why go to jail for perjury to protect a pig like Garrett?
Oh, trust me, he doesn't give a damn about Garrett.
This is brilliant marketing.
Garrett walks out of here a free man,
he's a Technicolor billboard
for Russo's commitment to his clients.
You know, the stand-up guy.
Then Russo gets out of jail in a year,
he's up to his lying neck in new business.
You know, for a guy getting away with murder,
Garrett sure didn't look too grateful.
I know.
No.
He didn't look grateful at all, did he?
Maybe go after the defense for tampering with a witness.
That'd be impossible to prove.
No, we need to be a little more creative on this one.
Oh, God, you have a plan. I do.
Hey, talk to the bailiffs.
Find out if Garrett met with his lawyers after we broke.
My office, ten minutes.
Do I want to know?
You don't.
(cell phone rings)
(ringing continues)
Hello?
You weren't in chemistry.
I'm working on my paper.
Is there anything I can do?
Uh, not unless you want to write it for me.
Probably wouldn't help out your GPA.
I had a good time at the concert.
Me, too.
I was thinking...
maybe we could go out again sometime.
Damn it.
Oh...
But if you'd rather not, then we don't have to, I was just...
No, look, I'm sorry, I'm just...
I'm just kind of losing my mind right now.
Can we talk later?
Sure.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
You TiVo'd the trial?
Is there better television than me?
RUSSO: He said he had just shot two people out at my beach house
and that he needed my help.
See that?
See, now, Taylor Garrett makes movies.
He doesn't act in them. Look at his face.
He believes Russo threw him under a bus. Why?
Because Russo
never told him the plan.
That way, Garrett acts surprised,
and there's no chance of him tipping Russo's strategy.
Smart, but risky.
What if Garrett's lawyer already explained to him what Russo did?
Put a fork in us. We're done, cooked.
Bailiff said Garrett and Horning met briefly right after we broke.
But only for a minute, and they were never alone.
Outstanding. Where is Garrett now?
In a van on his way here from County. Perfect.
Go back to the bailiffs.
Garrett doesn't talk to his lawyer until I say so.
Can we do that?
Did you say something? Right.
Now, call Lance Horning.
Tell him there's a discovery meeting in Conference Room 3-A.
Hold Garrett in our conference room.
Never let them see each other.
There's new evidence? Not exactly.
Call Harry Russo, tell him to come back in for redirect.
Drag him here by the hair if you have to.
Just get him here, okay?
Where's my lawyer?
Relax. He's on his way.
Am I the only one who's hungry?
Thai food sounds great.
I just want to get this over with.
I hear the pad Thai is good.
(elevator bell dings)
You outdid yourself.
I don't have any idea what you're talking about.
You saved your client,
but you almost gave him a heart attack in the process.
Did you see the look on Garrett's face when you gave him up?
He thought you sent him to Death Row.
He'll get over it.
Well, for your sake, I hope it's soonerhan later.
(speaking inaudibly)
What's going on?
You kept Garrett out of the loop.
He thinks you screwed him over.
Now, it's payback time.
You know, you called Jessica's bluff last time, Harry.
And I got to hand it to you.
She didn't have enough to indict
because nobody was willing to flip on you
in front of a grand jury.
But now, finally, she's got a volunteer.
Where's his lawyer?
Oh, Horning's got problems of his own.
I'm going after him for witness tampering
because you clearly handed him the card room tape, and he clearly took it.
This guy's gonna be lucky
if he just gets disbarred.
Yeah, you know what, Shark?
This is all dinner theater. I think you got nothing.
Then call me on it. You got 30 seconds.
If you're right, hey, you pulled it off.
If not, you crossed the District Attorney of Los Angeles
in an election year.
She'll come after you with both barrels, Harry.
Forget her offer of two years.
You'll be looking at 20, easy.
Of course,
there might be another way.
Yeah, I figured that was coming.
Give me something to bust Garrett for double murder.
I'll make sure he never finds out where it came from, Harry,
but I need that murder weapon.
Just point me in the right direction, I'll do the rest.
Five seconds.
Hmm, you had your chance.
Shark.
This is a German-made Kuth, 450 max.
Call me as soon as ballistics come back.
The gun was planted.
With your client's fingerprints on the handle,
and ballistics matching the slugs pulled from the bodies?
You give this department way too much credit.
Oh, I don't put anything past Mr. Sebastian Stark.
I'm flattered, but let's face it: your client got caught
with his pants down during a nooner,
shot the jealous husband and then to cover
his tracks, shot his own mistress.
He calls Russo for help,
Russo tells him how to erase the security video
and precisely how to get rid of the evidence from the boat.
But, like every Hollywood producer, you are a genius.
You don't trust the talent you hire,
so what do you do?
You panic, you pull over, and you try to ditch the murder weapon.
But you miss.
How do you miss the Pacific Ocean?
Look, this is all wild speculation.
The only choice your client has is whether he wants to die
by lethal injection or grow old in prison.
So, who wants to start the bidding?
Oh, I'm just glad he's on our side.
No kidding.
I butchered that suppression motion. You took the hit for me.
Temporary insanity.
Just because we've...
Had sex?
...doesn't mean that we're gonna be friends.
Whatever you say.
Good.
Fine.
* *
(knocking)
Hi.
You scared me.
Oh, maybe you should ease off the Red Bull.
I'm going out, so turn the alarm on.
How's the paper coming?
Fine. Um... had a breakthrough.
Why does that not surprise me? Love you.
Love you, too.
(door shuts)
* *
Hot date?
Uh... just heading home.
Your boss outdid himself today.
Nailing Taylor Garrett should get you a ton of good press.
Mm-hmm.
So, about what we talked about...
Look, Stark plays fast and loose.
But no one complains when he wins.
Including you.
Meaning?
We kept Garrett from meeting with his lawyer
so we could use him to hustle Russo.
You were right there.
There's a big difference between aggressive prosecution
and participating in felonies.
What do you know about Stark's connection to Russo?
As far as I can tell, Stark never crossed the line.
Would you tell me if he had?
This thing between you and Stark...
it's your deal.
I'd appreciate being left out of it.
Your father has big plans for you.
City Council, Mayor, who knows?
I could help you with that.
Or not.
So, what about Stark?
He's a hell of a lawyer.
Have a good night.
* *
You're late.
Got stuck on a job.
I don't have long. What did you want?
Well, heard you guys like Thai food.
Spicy noodles, peanut shrimp.
Knock yourself out.
So, Taylor Garrett, he wasn't giving names.
He was ordering lunch. I knew you had nothing.
Knowing someone's bluffing and calling that bluff--
two very different things.
Well, things worked out pretty good for you.
I mean, if they'd hauled me in front of a grand jury,
I'm pretty sure they would have asked me about Stockton.
Well, given your record
under oath, I liked my chances.
It was a suicide, Shark.
You drove her to it, Russo.
You won the case.
(sighs)
Where you going? You don't want to eat?
(chuckles)
I got a kid at home.
See you around, pal.
Yeah.
Stay out of trouble.
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