NICK: All I'm saying is if I'm trapped in the woods,
my survival instincts kick in.
Nick versus bear,
I got myself a fancy new bear-claw necklace when that battle is over.
Is there a sawed-off shotgun you're holding during this throw down?
No, just these mitts right here. These are like dynamite sticks right here.
[LINDA LAUGHS]
Come on. You're not factoring a couple things.
One is, I can bob and weave.
- A bear can't. - True.
And I can distract him with my oratory skills.
LINDA: That's true. You can talk man and beast right into distraction.
I'm very smooth, you know.
Do you like brandy?
Um, I do.
At my place?
I'll meet you there.
I will be there.
Thank you.
Wait, wait, wait.
One more.
- Now beat it. It's a long drive. - It's not a long drive.
[ENGINE REVS]
You and your brother with the drive.
Lordy, lordy, lordy.
Oh, man, that is nice.
[GRUNTS]
MAN: Head over to the van.
All right, calm down. Just relax, man. Relax.
Try to run and I'll shoot you.
Scream and I'll shoot. Understand? Head to the van.
NICK: Take it easy, all right? - Keep your eyes down. Let's go.
- Relax. Relax. - Don't try anything, understand?
[ZIPS]
NICK: Hey.
NICK: Hey, man, come on. What's this about?
Whatever it is, we can work something out.
MAN: Keep quiet.
[NICK GRUNTS]
NICK: Ow!
NICK: The desert? Oh, come on, man. Don't be a Vegas cliché.
[NICK GRUNTS]
You gonna shoot me?
Who's there?
It's Don, Nick.
- Donnie Barrett. - Donnie?
Sorry about the hood.
Uh, what the hell are you doing, Donnie?
You almost gave me a heart attack in that van.
Well, it's been 17 years. I couldn't take any chances, you know.
A gun? You stick a gun at me?
I said sorry. I didn't know how you're gonna react.
If you're not gonna help me, I at least need a head start, okay?
In case you called the cops or something stupid.
Oh, so the way to convince me is to burlap bag me
and make me think I'm gonna end up being a grease spot?
I'm sorry, Nick. Jeez, you want it? Take the gun. Take...
Don't point it at me. Don't point it at me.
- I need your help. - Funny way of asking, Donnie.
I didn't kill my wife, Nick. You know it.
- You believed me the first time. - Yeah, until you left before trial, I did.
What would you have done, huh?
Just wait around for a guilty verdict? Come on.
Things are different now, man.
Back then all they had was a match for my blood type.
But now they've got DNA. It's exact.
Listen, I want you to prove that I didn't kill my wife.
Finish what you started.
Be my lawyer again, Nick.
You've been running around free for 17 years. Why now?
- It's my daughter, Susie. - Susie?
She's gonna have a baby, Nick.
- Oh, yeah? - A little girl.
And I already missed her life.
I don't wanna miss my grandkid's too.
And I'm not going to the grave with her thinking I killed Amanda.
[SIREN WAILING]
What is that? What the? What is it?
That's me. I hit the panic button my phone.
Are you kidding? You called the cops?
Come on. I thought I was gonna be buried out in the desert.
You called the cops?
- On the ground, now. - Sorry. Here you go. Here you go.
OFFICER 2: On the ground, nice and easy.
[DONNIE SIGHS]
All right, Donnie.
- I'll take your case. - Hands on your head.
Donnie, it seems like you're making some noise in here today.
Oh, come on, uh, for a booking?
Nice to see you again, Mr. Barrett.
Donnie, you remember Hana Harrison here?
She was at your first trial.
Just here to let us know what a fair and equitable trial she expects, right?
Sure. Swift and decisive too.
Your client has been embarrassing my office
for nearly two decades. There's a levy that's owed.
Well, thank God you're not holding a grudge or any bias against him.
He absconded. Bias is permissible.
And don't think the 17-year lacuna changes anything.
This is still about a young mother that was murdered.
And I will remind everyone just how new that feels.
Hope you enjoyed your time outside
because you'll never see beyond a prison wall again.
Wow, she became important, didn't she?
Well, they say she's next in line for the DA's chair
once the old crank and drip retires or gets fired.
I gotta have you go see Susie for me, okay?
I can't have her find out about this just from the news, okay?
Donnie, I'll take of that.
Now, you keep your wits about you.
It's gonna start getting tough.
ANNOUNCER: What begins as a tale of a mild-mannered mod accountant,
ends in a grizzly tale of murder.
Don't front-Ioad it or anything, Mr. Narrator Man.
Yeah, who actually ever says "mild-mannered"?
LISA: Shh.
ANNOUNCER: Donnie Barrett,
an accountant for the notorious Las Vegas mob,
was estranged from Amanda Barrett, his wife of almost 15 years.
Amanda had recently filed for a dissolution of marriage
and custody of their daughter.
Neighbor Lance Cahill testified at the trial.
She had been having problems. She told me...
I don't trust him. Not one little bit. His eyes are too close together.
I mean, I knew he'd come over.
- Yeah, you're right. They are. - Shh.
ANNOUNCER: Blood found in the bedroom from a struggle
between the killer and Amanda matched Donnie's blood type.
It was enough for an arrest, but not a conviction.
His defense team never had a chance to make their case.
[ALL LAUGHING]
ANNOUNCER: On the eve of the trial, Donnie Numbers fled.
Nick was all mobbed up. Cool.
Not exactly. His old boss Carmine had his fingers in it.
It was the end of an era, the last days
of Frankie No Nose and Nicky Knuckles.
Nick quit after a couple years. He does not like to talk about it.
Well, what do you know about it?
Well, when Nick got out of law school, he didn't have a lot of choices.
He was practically middle-aged, came from construction,
had zero connections and zero experience.
He had to take the job that would take him.
And Donnie Barrett a.k.a. Donnie Numbers?
Uh, his accounting firm worked with a lot of shady businesses.
- He was mob-adjacent. - No one thought it was a mob hit?
The only reason a mob accountant gets killed is if he was skimming.
They checked up and down and he cleared.
And strangling's just a crime of passion,
not a dispassionate mob hit which is three to the chest, one to the head.
What?
My friend works at the new mob museum.
Have you guys been? It is super cool.
You have to get less weird friends.
All right, basically, all the prosecution had was the blood type,
neighbor testimony and the fact that Donnie was estranged from his wife.
Enough to make Donnie think a conviction was a slam dunk.
That's why DNA is key. So the blood matching is a wide net.
So new trial, new jury. We prove it's not Donnie's blood, we're there.
I got arraignment court.
Time to jump into the time machine
and travel back to the olden days of 1994.
- Mob museum? - Yeah, there's two actually.
- Do you wanna go? - Yeah.
- Really? - No.
Mr. Barrett, you are charged
with one count of murder in the first degree
and the second count of failure to appear.
- How do you plead? - Not guilty.
Your Honor, the state will also be filing an amended complaint,
adding possession of an illegal firearm and kidnapping.
Kidnapping? Who was kidnapped?
- Mr. Morelli. - Me?
911 received an emergency page from you last night.
They came to your rescue.
Heh, rescue? That is ridiculous, Your Honor.
He had a gun. You were hooded and taken against your will.
Sorry to break it to you, counselor, you were kidnapped.
Your Honor, that is absolutely ridiculous.
I accidentally pressed the panic button
on my new fancy-shmancy phone here.
- It's like a super computer. - I told him it was complicated for him.
You can take over the world with this thing.
- He just got rid of his landline. - I mean, it even takes pictures.
Your Honor, Mr. Barrett is a violent felon.
He's been making a mockery of the court for years.
Mr. Barrett surrendered of his own free will, Your Honor.
There was no kidnapping.
All right, Miss Harrison, I recommend dropping the kidnapping charges.
The weapons charges, they might stick.
Mr. Morelli.
All right, I'm scheduling a motion for the eighth.
Trial will be set for Wednesday, February 23rd.
Thank you, Your Honor. You're gonna be fine, Donnie.
Eesh! Kitty's got claws.
She ain't no kitty.
Rainbow trout? You know, I'd like it with lime.
[CHUCKLES]
- Holy smokes, Nick Morelli? - Susie. Look at you, sweetheart.
[CHUCKLES]
It's a time of change.
- Congratulations. You look great. SUSIE: Thank you.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Wow, Nick. I mean, it's been, uh, what, years, a decade.
A decade at least, I'm sure.
Oh, heh, what brings you around?
It's actually about your dad.
Uh, he came back. He turned himself in actually.
- He's here? He's in jail now? NICK: Yeah.
Yeah. He wants a new trial. You know, honey,
with technology now after 17 years...
I don't wanna talk about this.
Susie, he wanted me to come and tell you first. You to know...
He wanted me to know what?
That he murdered my mom and couldn't face the truth?
And you're helping him. You need to leave.
NICK: Susie. - Now.
I'm going.
All right, we get this blood retested and, uh, we're on a homestretch, my friend.
Oh, man, unless it ends up being Donnie's.
Sorry.
Oh! Feel like I'm going through the early stages of hypothermia.
It's a freezer.
Biodegradable evidence. I told you to bring a coat.
I didn't literally think you meant a freezer.
Hey, so you, uh, talk to Cole's sister lately?
Hey, let's just call her by her name, all right?
Can I ask you that? Her name is Linda.
We don't have to think about the name "Cole"
when we think about her.
She won't take your call since you ditched her the other night?
Ah, left two messages. She hasn't called back.
Okay, here it is.
You know who can handle the cold? Inuits up in Alaska.
Oh, man. Eskimos.
- They're tough people. NICK: Pete.
PETE: Fierce people. You can't use a harpoon.
- I can't use a harpoon. - Pete.
- Where is it? - Gone.
Gone?
- Gone? - As in mysteriously missing.
That's what happens when you avoid trial for 17 years.
So, what do you propose?
Well, dismiss the test results of the blood sample.
And dismiss the charges all together. No evidence, no case.
No cause for disallow. Mishaps or not, it's unfortunate hard reality.
NICK: The unfortunate hard reality
is that the state lost very valuable evidence.
Evidence that could prove my client's innocence.
They are asking me to take science backwards.
They want me to conjure up a 1994 defense
for a jury that has 2011 minds.
- Your Honor, that is bull... - Sorry, Mr. Morelli.
Just because better science exists
does not mean that simpler science is no longer germane.
The initial forensic report remains in evidence. Trial starts in two days.
How could they lose evidence?
It happens, Donnie.
The hard truth is we're gonna have to try this case based on the old facts.
Well, that's why I ran in the first place.
Well, there was always a risk coming back in under any circumstances.
The bad bet against the state of Nevada...
Bad bet, Nicky? This isn't some roulette table. This is my life.
I didn't wanna come back and put my Susie through this again
if I thought this is how it was gonna play out.
How's she taking it?
[SIGHS]
This isn't how it's supposed to be, Nicky.
[GRUNTS]
[LOCK BUZZES]
Come on.
What do you wanna do now?
NICK: We gotta get back into it.
We look at all the old angles.
- You covered those angles... - Then we find some new ones.
It's not your fault he turned himself in and it backfired.
And it's bad luck the evidence is gone.
But that does not mean you have to be a part of this again.
Hey, Nick, what are you gonna do now?
[SIGHS]
There's someone I need to talk to.
[PATRONS LAUGHING]
I heard what your partner did with the Moroccan a couple months back.
Pay off your client's debt with their own money. Pretty crafty.
Carmine, that settlement was sealed.
I may represent Fortune 500 companies these days,
but I still hear things.
Once you're in, you're always in, huh?
Hey, not these days. I got respectable, like you.
And I just happen to be a hell of a lot better at it.
You could've been part of the big windfall, Nicky.
Now, Carmine, come on.
After...
It was time for me to leave.
You were a big investment, sport.
How many firms would hire a lawyer right out of law school at age 35?
Zilch. Doughnut, pal.
You were a bet that didn't pay.
We're good. We're good.
I bailed your ass out once before, Nicolas.
And I'm not just talking about giving you a job.
I protected you.
You sure that's all you did?
Look,
I need those 17-year-old files on Donnie's case.
Sure, my pleasure.
Carmine, are you gonna help me or not?
Files could've been sent to your office with a call. Why call me?
I need to know anything else that you knew.
Personally.
You really wanna take your skeletons of the desert?
Don't mix your metaphors, Carmine.
I said what I meant.
Okay.
I owe Donnie.
I owe him like I owe you.
And I owe it to him to see this through.
Fair enough. I respect loyalty.
Already sent the files to your office. I knew what you wanted.
I need to get back to work. Thank you.
It's not in the case files, Nicky.
Crystal Desert Land Company.
And I don't know a thing about it.
[NICK SIGHS]
- What did Nick say? A Crystal Desert... - Land Company.
Nick said it would not be in the case file.
They sent this one too.
"Tell Nicky D we had personal stuff he left hanging around too.
He should grow back the magnum."
- What's a magnum? - What's a Nicky D?
Ho, ho, one mystery solved.
I think that would be the magnum.
[ALL LAUGH]
What's the "D" stand for though?
Nicky Defense? Nicky Do Right?
- Nicky Doughnut? - Nicky Dice? Nicky Danger?
Nicky Doofus, third place finish bowling trophy.
He must be real proud of this one. Nice.
Hey, what do you think Nick was like as an employee, not a boss?
Uh, quieter, less yelly.
[PETE & LISA SIGH]
Oh, wait, I think I found a Crystal Desert Land Company file.
Oh, so, what is it?
It looks like an account Donnie worked on
with another associate at the firm, a Joe McCormick.
Oh, yeah, come to mama.
Yeah, Joe's been dead for 16 years.
They found him in a shallow grave out in the desert.
[PETE GASPS]
Yeah, it's what you're thinking.
And, uh, what are we thinking exactly?
Mob execution. Joe was skimming. They found out.
Of course, it wasn't that hard to put together. I mean, Caribbean vacations
and speed boats on an accountant's salary?
And so your husband was skimming from a land trust?
There was no land. It was a laundering front for the mob.
Joe was their accountant. So was Donnie.
And Donnie was involved in the skimming? You know this.
I know that they worked on "the project" together.
How uninvolved could he be?
But that was a lifetime ago. It's all behind me.
I'm Mrs. Bowman now.
So you didn't hear any of this from me.
Oh, and if you try to put me on the stand for any reason,
I will lie.
- Are we clear here? - Crystal.
[PETE SIGHS]
That's stupid. Really, really stupid, Donnie.
I'm not lying to you. I wasn't skimming.
I had a family, a kid. I know what the mob does to guys like that.
You're so smart you end up running for 20 years?
Come on, what else are you selling?
I wasn't running from the mob. I was running from prosecution.
If you're lying, you got us looking in the wrong place.
NICK: That's right. If you were skimming, then the mob has a reason.
And we got a list of suspects and goons a mile long.
I'm telling you, it wasn't the mob.
Well, what about the Crystal Desert?
- Yeah, it was a front. - Okay. And Joe?
Yeah, Joe was peeling back a few, but I'm not Joe.
Oh, come on, Donnie. Don't do this to me.
You're not Joe. You're in it. You're involved in it.
Joe's dead. Amanda's dead.
There's a connection between them. What's going on here?
I don't know. I don't know about anything. I don't know, Nick.
- Come on. - The only thing I do know is this:
Amanda's death had nothing to do with the mob.
Donnie, the trial starts tomorrow.
You got anything for me?
Nicky, I got nothing to hide.
I may be desperate, but I'm not a liar.
I wanna believe the guy. I'm just not sure I do.
You expect a mob guy to be able to lie believably. It's what they do.
I know, I know. But I'm telling you,
he's not lying about having something to lose back then or now.
I'm saying tomorrow, in front of a judge, we got less than jack.
We got no other motives, no other suspects.
I know. I know.
Twenty years and this case hasn't changed at all.
I can't believe it.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Hello? Who's, uh, this? Is this...?
Okay, good times. Big fun had by all.
- Jerk. - Part of the fan club?
You know what? I got such a vast membership...
My car.
My car!
My ears are still ringing unless there's a high pitch coming from in here.
That's crazy. You guys almost got sizzled medium rare.
Trauma like that will play tricks.
Are you in a hallucinogenic place now? Are you seeing things?
The bottom of my glass, which should not be happening.
Tommy.
This is not a coincidence.
Lisa calls the cops, asks them about a mob-related killing.
And all of a sudden, we're walking into a car blowing up.
It's a message. They want us to back off Donnie's investigation.
Nick, this is some old-school Vegas stuff.
Bugsy Siegel, bootlegging Vegas. I'm new-school Vegas, okay?
I'm Asian-fusion, restaurant-opening Vegas.
I still don't buy it. We're on the wrong track.
The mob has nothing to do with this.
Lisa, you see these singe marks on my neck? I've no eyebrows.
- Wait, wait. Wait. - Pete, I inquired about McCormick
and never mentioned Amanda Barrett.
Okay. Maybe they don't even care about who killed Amanda.
Yes, Joe McCormick's death was mob-related.
We know that, no doubt. He was shot, clinical.
Three shots to the chest, one to the head.
Classic execution style. But Amanda was strangled.
That's totally different.
Okay, the police report even said that she struggled with her assailant
and broke a few fingernails.
I'm telling you, that job was sloppy and very amateurish.
What three-to-the-chest, one-to-the-head hit man
is gonna let it come to that?
Fingernails.
Your Honor, if Amanda fought the assailant with her hands
there could be untested DNA underneath her fingernails.
It wouldn't have been routinely checked back then
because there was not standard DNA testing.
- We wanna exhume the body. - What?
Any DNA on Amanda Barrett's body would still be viable.
It would be new evidence.
Your Honor, this sets a terrible precedent.
What's to stop defendants from just running off
and waiting for technology to catch up?
- Shackles? - If relevant data exists,
it could be better examined with current technology.
I'm inclined to allow it.
- The exhumation is permitted. - Thank you.
- Mr. Morelli. - It's got a calculator too.
Hey, Nick, listen. I'm, uh, thinking maybe we shouldn't do this.
- What, the exhumation? - No, the case.
I'm thinking we need to tell Donnie to get another lawyer.
What the hell are you talking about?
Okay, Nick, I realize that you had a life before we were partners,
but you're too invested in this one.
Too invested? Since when is that a problem?
- Since we almost got blown up, man. - Ah!
This is some serious,
no-screwing-around gangster business.
You gotta tell me if there's something I need to know
because this not just about you anymore.
There's nothing you need to know, okay? It's on me.
It stays on me. And if it gets close to you, then...
Hey, it's right next to me. My car.
Not your car. My car blew up in my face.
There's nothing you need to know.
I know I ambushed you last time.
It was overwhelming.
But I'm telling you, I would not do this to you or your mother
if I didn't think that this was without merit.
Look, I knew your father long before the trial.
We both worked at two different firms. We did plenty of deals together.
It was a different time back then.
I got involved with some very shady deals.
One so shady that there...
There is no coming back.
But your father saved my life.
He didn't have to.
And he did.
Susie, I saw the man's heart, okay? And I gotta tell you, this guy,
your father, I don't buy that he killed your mother.
I just don't see it.
- Well, I can't see what you see. - I know you can't see it,
but can you see that he turned himself in after 17 years?
And at the very core of it, it's about you, your future.
They want to take my mother out of the ground?
I want to. Yes.
And you think I should let you.
I think that knowing what happened either way
is better than what you're going through right now.
- This is a disgrace, Morelli. - Don't start with me.
Nice suit.
Good to know the mob still pays well.
This is my patch of dirt here. Go find your own.
You know, she's been running for the DA's office
ever since she was 9 years old.
- I'm getting the creeps. Let's get out. - No, no, no.
We're staying here.
They'll probably lose the body from here to the lab.
Oh, we dropped it in a volcano. Oops! Jerks.
I agree with you wholeheartedly, Nicky D.
[PETE CHUCKLES]
- What did you just call me? - It was on your box Carmine sent.
Don't ever call me that again.
- Hey. MAN: Hey.
Those wouldn't be for Amanda, would they, for the exhumation?
Yeah. These are for her, but they're not for the exhumation.
These come every week regular.
I guess I'll wait for this business to be over and resod first.
Every week? Really? For the last 17 years?
Yeah. Husband pays good money to keep it tip-top.
Husband? Hmm?
Yeah, a guy comes by every month drops me an extra check.
- The, uh, husband? - Who is that?
What do you mean? Is that not the...?
Oh, there you go. That's him. That's the husband.
The neighbor with the eyes. I knew it.
- No, you didn't. - Yeah, but I mentioned the eyes.
The groundskeeper ID'd him.
I double-checked with the flower delivery guy
and the florist about billing, boom, Mr. Cahill.
So Lance, who testified to hear them fighting, has been visiting the grave?
Posing as her husband.
Wow, that is a special kind of creepy.
- Oh, it gets better. - You find it?
In the 17 years since the trial,
Lance has been arrested twice. Once for a Peeping Tom rap,
once for burglary of a female neighbor's home.
He did five years in prison.
That's it. The guy's cuckoo for the ladies.
For 17 years, he's been keeping up her grave
minus the time he was incarcerated for the burglary, supposedly.
Check on that. Make sure the dates match up.
They do. I already called Groundskeeper Willie.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Ah, it's the good Nicky D.
The DNA results must be in. Excuse me.
So this guy, this peeping Tom, grave-flower boy made it all up, right?
- Because he... - He's obsessed with her.
Obsessed. Then he confronts her one day like:
"Amanda, hey. Let's get to the good stuff."
"No, Lance, I don't think of you in that way."
- "And your eyes are weird." - Yeah. "But you should love me."
"Don't tell me what to do, Lance." "Okay, well, then I'll just..."
Dead.
- "Let's blame it on the husband." - Wow, the perfect chump.
Okay. Great. Guys, it's not Donnie's DNA.
I bet I know whose it is.
- Try her cell phone? - Yeah, went straight to voicemail.
NICK: Here.
Here. Here. We got something.
- Donnie didn't do it. - All right. Charges are dropped.
- DNA results, right here. - I know the results.
He had an accomplice or he hired someone.
Well, it was someone else, Lance Cahill.
My witness? Oh, come on. You're not gonna try that.
Do you realize this Cahill got popped twice since the murder
for weird, wiggy, perv stuff with other women?
- You know he did time, Hana. - Do you have anything I don't know?
The guy's obsessed with her. He's been tending her grave for years.
- And? - And?
And? What else do you want? Just get his DNA. It'll match this.
Cahill is your guy.
Because he's gotten in trouble since the murder
and he visits her grave?
- Are you guys serious? - Yes, we're ser...
Hana, why don't you do the right thing for once
as opposed to worry about your next job?
Okay, you know what? My job is convicting a murderer, Morelli.
And I'm betting it's the guy who ran
and not the guy who stayed to put flowers on her grave.
And I don't need a damn defense lawyer questioning my integrity.
- Are you gonna test Lance Cahill? - No.
Then I question your integrity.
Damn it.
Mr. Cahill, on the evening of the murder
did you happen to see the defendant?
Yes. I was walking the dog, same way I always do,
when I heard glass break in their house.
Then I hear Mrs. Barrett screaming. Donnie runs out the front door.
Did he appear angry?
Objection, Your Honor. Speculative.
I'll rephrase. How did he appear to you?
Upset. I mean, he was hurrying.
Jaw was clenched. His fist was...
And then?
It was a few hours later, I was eating dinner,
watching the TV when I heard all the police cars outside their house.
And, uh, she was...
She was dead.
Thank you, Mr. Cahill. No more questions.
Good afternoon, Mr. Cahill.
Tell me, how would you characterize your relationship with the Barretts?
They were just neighbors.
Anything special going on between you and Amanda Barrett?
Going on?
- She lived next door. - She lived next door. Okay.
Mr. Cahill, did you put flowers on Amanda Barrett's grave?
Objection. Relevance?
Well, he says he wasn't Amanda's friend.
Yet he put flowers on her grave.
- I just wanna know why. GLYNN: Overruled.
Mr. Cahill, flowers?
Look, I guess I just felt bad.
I mean, I never seen anybody killed before.
It's shocking. It is. I know.
It's shocking.
So shocking that you put flowers on her grave
every Sunday for the next 17 years, didn't you?
Objection. What Mr. Cahill has been doing
- for the last 17 years is immaterial. - It's not immaterial. It's nuts.
It's just as crazy as Mr. Cahill here
telling the groundskeeper that he was Amanda's husband.
- Your Honor? - Get up here, both of you.
- This is out of bounds, judge. - I have right to discredit the witness.
Except nothing that Mr. Cahill has done since 1994
is relevant to the facts of this case.
Everything that this guy has done since 1994 is relevant to this case.
His arrest for Peeping Tom in '98.
His breaking and entering to a woman's apartment in 2003.
- He did time for it. - You are just telling me this now?
It goes to credibility.
The witness's testimony is regarding an earlier time
when his record was clean.
Not only is his criminal history irrelevant, it's prejudicial.
He killed her. Just take his DNA.
Wait, you wanna have this witness tested?
Yes. I want the DA to do blood work
and I want a four-week continuance to have it examined.
It's ridiculous. Mr. Cahill is not on trial.
- Donnie Barrett is. - He should be on trial.
You are not going fishing in my court, counselor.
There will be no continuance.
Not so much as a mention of his rap sheet.
Enough with the flowers. You cross on the evidence or you cut him loose.
- Your Honor, you have to... - Nick.
Do you have any questions for him that are relevant to this case?
No, Your Honor.
The blood found at the scene is a match with Donnie's.
He was estranged, living away from home.
And he was seen by a neighbor fighting with Amanda
just hours before she ended up strangled to death in her bedroom.
Now, the defense pointed out that she had other DNA
besides Donnie's under her nails.
Well, all that proves is that she came in contact
with someone else besides Donnie in the hours prior to her death.
It doesn't change Donnie's actions in the least.
Donnie Barrett has worked most of his life for the mob.
He was well acquainted with a culture of violence.
And when arrested and faced with the facts, what did he do?
He ran.
Only the guilty run.
And this time, you get to finish a job
that should've been settled 17 years ago.
Give Amanda Barrett her justice.
Good afternoon.
I'd like to share a little something with you.
I...
I keep secrets.
I do.
Ask my partner there, he could tell you.
I do.
But as a lawyer, I'm obliged to keep secrets.
Attorney-client privilege, rules of evidence.
You'd be surprised on what I can and cannot tell you.
But I can tell you this:
The state's star witness, Lance Cahill,
heard a woman screaming and he did not call the police.
Well, which might make sense to these days
because I guess we're not as neighborly as we used to be.
Except Amanda Barrett
was more than just a neighbor to Lance Cahill.
For 17 years, Lance Cahill took flowers
to the gravesite of Amanda Barrett every Sunday.
I don't know. There must be a story there that you haven't heard.
Objection, Your Honor.
Counsel, let's stick to the facts in evidence, shall we?
Okay. The facts.
There is no DNA because the state lost the blood.
The state witness, you can't trust him.
DNA under the victim's nail that points to somebody else.
Okay, that's it.
That's the whole case.
Except for Miss Harrison here says, "Only the guilty run."
All right. Ask yourself this:
Why does a man, for all intents and purposes,
living a free life,
why does he walk right back into town and face trial?
I don't know if only the guilty run,
but only the innocent return.
Only the innocent return.
Thank you.
- Well, it's out of our hands now. - Yeah. This is the hardest part.
Waiting to see if the jury sees it the same way you do.
SUSIE: I vote
not guilty.
CARMINE: Yeah, I know that look, Nicky D.
You either did something really heroic
or really stupid.
I heard about what happened with your partner's car.
Yeah. All of Vegas heard.
Yeah, but most of them don't know a guy who knows a guy.
I can't tell you anything specific because I don't know anything specific.
But I do know that you and your partner can sleep soundly.
Don't need to worry about anything else happening.
Who said I was worried?
Always braver than smart.
Carmine,
what did it cost you?
A phone call.
Again.
But I'll get one back someday.
Oh, I watched you close in there.
Not bad for a two-bit mob lawyer.
[SIGHS]
GLYNN: Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
BAILIFF: "Case number 14-R767382,
in the matter of Donald Barrett,
as to the count of murder in the first degree,
we find the defendant guilty."
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we thank you for your service.
You are dismissed.
[GAVEL BANGS]
Donnie, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help you like you helped me.
[WHIMPERING] Susie, I'm so sorry.
[CRYING] Daddy.
Hey, just give them a second. It's his daughter.
DONNIE: I'm sorry.
I'll be right there.
Okay.
Harrison. This one is on you.
Okay, nothing about that bothers me.
But where is the justice in this? You got the wrong guy and you know it.
I didn't get anybody, Nick. A jury convicted your client.
If that's on anybody, it's on you.
If you would've gone as hard on Lance Cahill
as you did Donnie, you would've won easily.
I did what I was called on to do, nothing more, nothing less,
and a fair verdict was rendered.
Okay, but there is an appeals process.
Now, if you discover new information
I'm sure the high court in Carson City will hear your argument.
My part is done.
Oh, and one more thing.
Say "cheese."
PETE: So Carmine told you not to worry.
NICK: Yeah, said, uh, "Sleep soundly."
- Carmine, he's a different breed. - You're never gonna tell me, are you,
what went down between the two of you?
- It's not worth your time, Pete, okay? - Come on, Nick, I'm your partner.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Can we talk about something I wanna talk about?
How are things going with you and Lady Bear Cole?
[SIGHS]
- I don't wanna talk about that either. - Oh, come on.
She didn't call me back.
Well, when she does, you got a good story.
You were abducted. That'll score you points.
- Yeah, if she calls. - She will, Nicky D.
- I told you not to call me that. - Nicky Diamond?
- Don't call me... Stop. - Nicky Dynamite.
- Nicky Double Fudge Sundae. - All right. I'll tell you.
But you gotta promise you won't say a word about this to anybody, ever.
- I promise. - I will throw you under the damn bus.
My word is as good as gold.
Nicky...
[BUS HORN HONKS]
Really?
Wow.
Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.
PETE: He dumped.
NICK: Here we go.
Keep walking, pal.
We're gonna get you.