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Hi, Jarod.
Mom?
What are you saying?
I can't hear you.
Mom?
He's been calling every two minutes like clockwork but only wants to talk to you.
Here's your extension, okay? I'll be right over here.
- What line? - Well, don't you think we should wait for Miss Parker?
- We'll do it without her. - Sydney, she's gonna kill me.
- What line? - Okay, two.
But keep him on as long as you can. I've already initiated a trace.
Hello, Jarod?
- I had the dream again. - Are you all right?
Keep talking to him. We almost got him.
Tell Broots I discovered Radio Shack.
Strange.
Feeling homesick.
Only I don't know where home is.
Your home's here, Jarod.
You were never meant for the outside world.
Spare me the white-leopard speech, Sydney.
Somebody at the Centre knows who I am.
- I want the truth. - I'm sure we can explore...
these questions if you come back and resume our work.
I wish I could believe you.
What you believe or don't believe is not the issue.
- What is? - Those digital simulations you stole.
They contain the only existing record...
of over 25 years of research.
The Centre...
I want them back.
Well, then perhaps they... you... would consider a trade.
A piece of my past for a piece of yours.
Get back to me, Sydney. I'm running late.
- Late for what? - Justice.
Mr. Holmes?
Isaac.
Mr. Dexter?
- Is something wrong? - You're a man.
- Last time I checked. - But you dress like a woman.
- Didn't anybody tell you? - No.
Listen. I know you don't know me, and I'll admit I'm a little different.
But if you don't help me, they're gonna put me away faster than you can say Chanel No. 5.
I didn't do anything wrong. Those men were trying to kill me.
I just defended myself.
You walk out on me, I'm a dead man.
Don't worry, Mr. Dexter.
I'll stand up with you.
Thank you. I knew you were a good man.
- I could see it in your eyes. - Here.
Your mascara's running.
Oh.
- So how long you been a lawyer? - About seven minutes.
Oh.
Jarod, please, join us.
We wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your victory in court this morning.
- It was beginner's luck. - We heard your client was quite a looker.
Just how lucky did you get?
Don't let Bradley get under your skin.
All junior associates get thrown a ringer their first time out.
There's honor in keeping poor, innocent men out of jail.
- Even if they do wear chiffon. - Excuse me.
- Mr. Dumont, Michael Metzger's waiting in reception. - Thanks, Annie.
Thankfully, a client who's neither poor nor innocent.
Speaking of poor, innocent men...
have you finished your brief on the Whittaker appeal?
Ben, I'm spending 70 hours a week on the Metzger merger.
My plate is full.
Dumont is a pit bull in the court, but sometimes forgets...
who signs his paychecks.
All right, I'll take care of it.
Oh, Jarod, in case you're interested...
Collins department store is having a two-for-one sale on the lingerie section.
- See ya, tiger. - Jarod, keep up the good work.
- I'll do my best, sir. - Annie...
there's something I want you to do.
- Brad, may I speak to you for a moment? - It was a joke.
I understand that. I wanted to ask you some questions...
about the Whittaker trial.
Old Man Sloane lost a murder defense a few years ago...
and I got stuck holding the bag.
Why would Sloane tie up his best trial attorney...
writing an appeal that could be handled by a first-year law student?
The Whittaker case is a raw nerve with Sloane.
- He hates to lose. - Let me write the appeal.
You said your plate is full.
And I could use the practice.
The old man will have my head if he finds out I dumped this on a junior associate.
I can keep a secret if you can.
Let's talk.
You find Dumont for me now, or I'm gonna find him myself.
Base it on my previous appeals and keep me in the loop.
- You're the boss. - Not yet, but I'm working on it.
Mr. Metzger. I just got off the phone with the judge.
I think everything's gonna work out just the way you want it.
- Good. - Have you lost weight?
Madam Director...
allJarod wants is some small piece of himself, of his past.
I believe if we can accept his trade offer...
it would go a long way towards reestablishing...
the kind of trust I need to bring him back.
What about S.I.S.?
Well, Miss Parker believes she can pistol-whip her way into any resolution.
But I know Jarod. The harder we chase...
the harder he'll run.
I'll discuss your proposal with the Tower.
But I make no promises.
Oh, damn.
The idea is to get all the same colors on the same side?
Where were you during the '80s?
I led a very isolated life.
When did you quit smoking?
How did you know that?
Oh, your trembling hands...
nicotine stains on your fingertips, irritability.
You know, you can try a simple Epsom salt bath.
The salt, it draws the tar and nicotine out of the bloodstream through the skin.
So, you're a doctor and a lawyer?
- And I'm working on Indian chief. - Annie.
Would you please transcribe, proof and hand-deliver these to my boat tonight?
Tonight? Oh, no, no, no. Mr. Sloane, I can't, because my daughter...
Is a very lovely girl who knows how valuable her mother is to this firm.
Annie's the best, Jarod.
Annie do this. Annie do that.
I'll tell you... it's like being Sloane's wife without the fringe benefits.
Too bad paychecks are harder to quit than cigarettes.
So, did you need something too?
Actually, Bradley Dumont asked me to go over an old case file.
Marcus Whittaker?
Oh, yeah. Mr. Sloane had those files moved down to the basement.
But I'm gonna warn you. It is impossible to find anything down there.
Nothing's impossible.
Jarod.
Isaac, what are you doing here?
I got to thinking how nice you were, how decent.
- And I wanted to repay your kindness. - Repay?
- My chariot. - Isaac.!
It's beautiful.
It'll be more beautiful after 37 payments.
That's when I plan to trade it in for a limousine.
Actually, I offer a very valuable service.
You'd be surprised how many cabdrivers won't pick up a man in a dress.
Really? Why?
The truth is, I'd like to offer my services...
as your personal chauffeur.
No kidding! Well, that's great.
- Now, you sure you have a driver's license? - Don't worry, boss.
You're in good hands.
And I promise to be the perfect lady.
Hey, baby.!
Up yours, pal!
Very good.
Sydney, a word?
- Do you wanna tell me what's going on? - Nothing, really.
An alpha brain wave experiment.
- Quite promising, actually. - That's not what I mean, and you know it.
You spoke to the director?
Answer the question!
- Jarod wants to make a deal. - A deal.
He wants to find out the truth or part of it.
It is the humane thing to do.
You are out of line lecturing anybody about humanity.
I'm not the one who kept Jarod locked up for 30 years.
I'm killing your deal, Sydney.
And then I'm gonna find Jarod.
And I'm gonna end this thing once and for all.
Everybody's a critic.
Doesn't this music just give you chills up and down your spine?
It's very... sad.
It's the blues, baby.
The blues.
- I like it. - It's about life...
about pain... it's about truth.
- Truth is good. - Yeah. Look at me, for example.
I come out here every day like a target.
And I say to the world, "Ha!
This is me. Take it or leave it. "
- Can I ask you a question? - Why do I dress like this?
Well, it does seem to draw attention.
I don't know why I do it. I just know it's right for me.
I mean, I grew up like everybody else.
I played football, dated a cheerleader.
But I never felt complete until I found this.
It hasn't been easy, though.
- Why do it then? - It's who I am.
People can't go around acting like they're something they aren't.
You do that long enough, and pretty soon you can't find yourself anymore.
Know what I mean?
Yeah.
So, who we lookin' for?
His name is Marcus Whittaker.
- Friend of yours? - Not exactly.
What'd he do?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
The Tower has considered all the variables and has decided to move forward with the deal.
- You can't be serious. - I think you know that I am.
The chairman is going to hear about this.
Your father cast the deciding vote.
The information Jarod requested will be on your desk within the hour.
Use it wisely.
- You'll only have one shot at the terrorist, Jarod. - I had the dream again.
It's just a dream, Jarod. Forget about it and concentrate.
Is it possible...
to forget who you are and where you came from?
Jarod, please.
It's just that in this dream, I can't see my mother's face.
She's in the yard hanging wash.
One shot, Jarod. Time's running out.
The hostages are counting on you.
But I wanna see her, Sydney. I wanna see my mother's face!
Finish the simulation and I'll see to it that you do.
- Promise? - Promise.
Wait. I can't complete the mission.
I might hit a hostage.
- I might kill an innocent person. - Sometimes, Jarod...
one life must be sacrificed in order to save others.
Murder suspect Marcus Whittaker...
accused of beating Audrey Price to death in her apartment...
was arrested in the early morning hours in his janitor quarters...
of this West L.A. apartment building.
Marcus Whittaker has an unusual benefactor in this case...
his employer, real estate magnate Michael Metzger...
whose company owns the building in which the murder took place.
How long we gonna stay here?
Hello?
Audrey Price's death is a tragedy.
But Marcus Whittaker shouldn't be forced to take the rap...
for the sloppy handling of this investigation.
I'm just grateful that Ben Sloane has agreed to represent Marcus.
Mr. Metzger was with me on my boat when word reached him...
that a murder had taken place on one of his properties.
Naturally, I offered my services.
Isaac, let's go shopping.
Whoo! Now you're talking my language.
It's creepy.
He's been doing that for almost an hour.
Check out his girlfriend.
- Are these all the boat shoes you have? - Yes, sir.
I'll take them all.
You want seven pairs of boat shoes?
- Mm-hmm. - Do you carry these in a 13?
Well?
I did it. Just like you said.
And?
I dragged it around behind my bike.
Excellent.
Oh, yes, right. Five dollars.
That's right.
I have friends. We could really mess up your car if you're interested.
I'll let you know.
Cool.
Mr. Whittaker is the only possible perpetrator.
The defense has no relevant evidence to the contrary.
You're wrong, Mr. Edwards.
Thank you. Enjoy the book.
My God. What did you do, drag this behind a car?
Well, actually, I paid a kid to drag it behind his bike.
- Truthfully, it's been like a bible to me. - Well, I'm flattered.
- Whom should I make this out to? - John Corey, Jr.
I knew a John Corey at Dartmouth. You're not...
Guilty. Dad's been after me to look you up for years.
So there's your father wearing nothing but a drunken grin running up the dorm hallway...
shouting, "Banzai!"
- Dear old Dad. - Yeah.
I never saw a better litigator in my life.
He said the same thing about you.
I especially admired the way you brought down Ben Sloane a few years ago.
- The Whittaker trial? - Oh. Sloane had no case.
Really? What about the shoe print?
- How'd you know about that? - I did a paper...
the People vs. Whittaker, at UCLA. I read the case files.
- 5,000 pages? - 5,612 to be exact.
Michael Metzger buys Whittaker the most expensive lawyer in the city...
and the guy drops the ball.
- We couldn't believe he missed it. - The D.A. knew about the print?
We provided it in discovery.
We kept waiting for Sloane to play the card, to create doubt.
But it never came.
And you never said anything?
We had witnesses...
who said that Marcus Whittaker was obsessed with Audrey Price.
His prints were all over the apartment.
He was caught in his janitor's quarters cleaning her blood offhis clothes.
Now, you don't have to read Proust to connect those dots.
Yet you never found a murder weapon.
Marcus Whittaker was guilty of murder.
Ben Sloane was just guilty ofbeing a bad lawyer.
Mr. Sloane came to the police station.
He was nice to me. He brought me a ham sandwich.
What are you making?
Paper clocks.
A pen pal taught me. They really work.
They'd be better with note cards.
The-The paper the guards give me gets all soft.
- Would these do? - Can I have those?
Sure.
Marcus, I wanna ask you some questions about your case.
Mr. Sloane is my lawyer.
I know, but I'm here to help him, and you.
Okay?
- Okay. - Can you tell me...
why you ran away the night that Audrey Price was killed?
I didn't wanna go to jail again.
You had gotten into some trouble when you lived with your mother, is that correct?
Some boys were making fun of her.
I had to fight 'em.
I didn't wanna hurt anyone.
I had to go live at Milltown.
The detention facility.
Now I wanna ask you about the night of the murder.
I was bringing flowers to Miss Price...
like I did every day.
I was finishing up late.
She would always pay me an extra two dollars for them.
But this time, when I walked in...
I saw her body on the floor.
Marcus? Marcus?
It's okay. You don't have to be afraid.
She was all twisted up.
Her face was covered with blood.
The... The owl was sitting beside her.
The owl?
Made of rock. It was green.
Miss Price had a whole family of them.
She kept them on top of her coffee table.
She looked so quiet.
Like she was sleeping, except for the blood.
- You liked her. - She was nice to me.
The other lawyer said I wanted to touch her...
but I just thought she was nice.
Did you ever notice her having visitors?
Boyfriends?
Mr. Metzger would come visit her at lunchtime almost every day.
- Mr. Metzger? - Yeah.
He had a cool black car.
- It had real shiny wheels on it and the top was gone. - Marcus.
Did you ever tell Mr. Sloane or the police about Mr. Metzger's visits?
Oh, Mr. Sloane said that I shouldn't say nothing.
It might not look good.
Mr. Sloane always looks out for me.
They really work.
- It's 9:20, and Michael Metzger has just killed a woman.
- Who does he call? - You've reached Benjamin Sloane at the marina.
I wish I was on my boat right now, but I'm probably in my office working to pay for it.
Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you.
I don't understand. Why would a defense lawyer like Mr. Sloane...
put a poor, innocent man in jail?
To keep a rich, guilty one out.
Hi, Jarod.
Mom?
Time's up, Sydney. I need an answer.
Miss Parker's not happy.
In fact, she's removed herself from this case...
because the Centre has agreed to your request, Jarod.
Your information in return for the stolen disks.
They said that?
We... you and I...
have guarantees from the council chairman and the director.
I'm sending it through now.
Hope this is what you need, Jarod.
Is this her, Sydney? Is this my mother?
Yes, it is.
I'll-I'll meet you at the place and time we agreed on earlier.
Mr. Sloane, is it true that your client will not be testifying in his own defense?
Mr. Whittaker suffers from a severe learning disability.
It was his feeling and mine that it was not in his best interest to take the stand.
Well, what is your assessment of the prosecution's case so far?
I think this deliberation doesn't bode well for the prosecution...
especially in light of the fact that they still haven't produced the murder weapon.
The murder weapon. The murder weapon. Produced the murder weapon.
Yeah. I wonder why.
Bradley, will you check my brief for the Whittaker hearing?
I worked from your old appeal, and I made a few notes.
- You what? - I went over the old case file.
- There's some areas we should explore. - No, there aren't!
Copy my draft! Change the date. Stamp my signature on it.
Get it to the court by 5:00.
If you can't handle that, I'll hire a monkey who can.
Sure thing, Brad.
Shoot. Damn it!
Don't fight it, brother.
At times like this, a man's gotta believe in fate.
Bad luck...
meet good fortune.
My chariot.
I got a letter from my mom. She's really sick. She shouldn't be alone.
Don't worry, Marcus. You're going to see your mother again soon.
I promise. But first, we have to go to court...
one more time.
- Mr. Sloane will be there too. - What do I have to do?
Trust me.
So, how was your lunch meeting?
Extremely profitable.
Arriving in this limo didn't hurt negotiations either.
Excuse me. Um, sir, this isn't the way back to the office.
It's such a fabulous day, I thought we'd take a little ride.
A ride?
To... To where?
Hey.!
What the...
In the matter of Beaumont vs. Markswatch...
Jarod.
I wanted to congratulate you on the Whittaker appeal.
- Dumont says that the new trial is a slam dunk. - New trial?
The court has accepted Dumont's motion to present new evidence.
Evidence?
Yes, he's confident that he's gonna have a warrant for the murder weapon by tomorrow.
He didn't tell you?
Annie, where's Dumont?
He's been out all afternoon.
The last I heard, he was having lunch with Ira Klein, the criminal attorney...
I know who he is! Annie!
I wanna know where the hell Dumont is!
Hey, pal, this is kidnapping.
I'm a very successful attorney, you know.
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
That's gonna cost you another hundred miles, Esquire.
Whoo.!
Mr. Metzger was with me on my boat when word reached...
With me on my boat.
Hello. I would like to book a nonstop flight to Los Angeles.
Tell the associates this is top priority.
Yes, I'd like the number for the Los Angeles Chronicle.
The city desk, please.
Annie, there's something I want you to do for me.
Hello?
Mr. Sloane. Well, no, sir.
I was just listening to some very interesting old recordings.
The hearing is tomorrow at 9:00 a. m.?
Yes, sir, but shouldn't we wait for Mr. Dumont?
Yes, sir. I understand.
I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning.
Like clockwork.
Annie, there's something I want you to do for me.
Annie, top priority. There's something I want you to do for me on my boat.
Just watch, listen and learn, Jarod.
You won't see this kind of dismantling again soon.
I'm looking forward to it, sir.
What are the press doing here?
There's nothing I can say at this point in time.
But I will say that there's going to be some surprises.
- The district courthouse. - What the hell?
You didn't seriously think the Centre would cut a deal with Jarod?
Double double cross, Syd. It's just business.
Have a seat over there.
What the hell is he doing here?
I invited him.
On the record in People vs. Whittaker...
the court hearing a defense motion to present new evidence.
Mr. Holmes.
Your Honor, Mr. Holmes is a junior associate in our firm.
He doesn't represent this particular client.
With all due respect, Your Honor, I wrote the motion...
and I did the research for this hearing.
To assign it to another attorney is to deny Marcus Whittaker a chance at fair representation.
- What the hell do you think you're doing? - Trying to get an innocent man...
- a fair shot atjustice. - That's enough.
Mr. Whittaker, is there an attorney you'd like to represent you?
Jarod.
- Your Honor... - It's over, Mr. Sloane.
Call your first witness, Mr. Holmes.
Your Honor...
the defense calls Benjamin Sloane.
Mr. Sloane, you represented Marcus Whittaker to the very best of your ability.
- Is that correct? - Absolutely.
And to the best of your knowledge, nothing slipped through the cracks?
- There are no cracks at Sloane and Associates. - Hmm.
Would you explain your relationship with Michael Metzger?
He's a client.
Were you aware that your client was carrying on an affair...
with Audrey Price at the time of the murder?
- Do you have any proof of that? - Marcus Whittaker would gladly testify to it under oath.
What's your point, Mr. Holmes?
Now you went through great pains to establish the fact...
that Michael Metzger was a guest on your boat at the time of the murder... is that correct?
I wouldn't call it "great pains. " He was there.
Do you remember what time Audrey Price was killed?
- Between 9:00 and 9:15, if memory serves me. - Interesting.
Then maybe you could tell me...
why Mr. Metzger made a cell phone call to your boat...
at 9:20 the very same night if he was with you.
May I see that, Mr. Holmes?
Proceed.
For the record, the D.A. has cataloged this photo...
as a partial shoe print from the murder scene.
Mr. Sloane, would you explain to the court why the jury never saw this photograph?
The police never made a positive match.
It proved nothing.
Well, perhaps I could help the police out.
It's a size 11, deck shoe.
You were on your boat that night, weren't you, Mr. Sloane?
- So, now I'm the killer? - No.
You were the janitor.
- We'll get to the killer. - Your Honor, this is pointless harassment.
Mr. Holmes.
One moment, please.
- Mr. Sloane's on trial? - Not officially.
Not yet, anyway.
I love this part.
A size 11 deck shoe...
from Mr. Sloane's closet.
- Proves nothing. - No.
But this certainly does.
The murder weapon.
Stained with the victim's blood.
Mr. Sloane, would you care to explain to the court...
what the long-lost murder weapon was doing on your boat?
This is ridiculous.
I don't think that Michael Metzger thinks so.
You've been blackmailing him with this since the murder trial.
Michael Metzger beat Audrey Price to death.
And then he called upon Mr. Sloane to clean up the mess.
Only before you got there, Mr. Whittaker arrived.
He found the victim. He panicked.
He ran away.
You allowed an innocent man to go to jail.
If I've missed something, feel free tojump in.
Your Honor, there hasn't been a piece of evidence...
presented here that a good defense attorney couldn't shoot down.
Then I suggest you find a very good one.
I'm ordering you into custody as an accessory to murder...
and issuing a bench warrant for the arrest of Michael Metzger.
Court adjourned.
I don't know what kind of law you're practicing here.
The kind of law that applies to millionaires too.
Congratulations, Marcus. You're a free man.
Go, Sam. We'll head him off downstairs.
Hey, hold it right there!
You don't understand. I have a permit to carry that.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Out of my way!
That way.
Jarod!
Damn it!
Next time I'm just gonna shoot the little pain in the ass.
Get in the car.
Right this way, Mr. Metzger.
Look, I wanna see my attorney, all right?
I said, I wanna see my attorney!
You're in luck.
Excuse me.
Mom!
How'd you get here?
A man sent me a ticket.
What is it?
It's a paper clock.
"Now you have all the time in the world.
"Cherish your freedom, Marcus.
Your pen pal, Jarod. "
Hold on to it now. Right there.
- You all right? - Eight seconds?
- That's it? - Uh-huh.
Eight seconds? Eight seconds?
Let her rip.
Ho.! Watch that bull fly right out of there, ladies and gentlemen.!
What a ride.!
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