(laughing) (toys beeping)
Peter, not inside the house.
Uncle Leo! Oh!
Peter,
be careful. Gotcha!
(sighs)
The gun thing makes me crazy,
but Peter and his friends seem to be loving it.
Come on, sis.
They're boys. All boys love guns.
No. I know, you're right.
And...
thank you for paying for it.
This is looking good.
Is that Cecilia Novak?
Yeah, we have a warrant to search the premises.
We need to look under this deck right here.
LEO: Hey, can you...
give me a minute? Just give me a minute.
Hey, uh, kids, uh, parents,
can you, uh, grab your plates
and then bring 'em into the house?
There's a lot of-lot of bugs out here.
Just-just grab your plates and bring-bring it inside.
I swear to God, I have no idea what's going on here.
Don't say another word.
Oh, my...
MAN: Wow, that is quite a haul.
Those aren't mine. You know that, right?
Those are not mine.
Hey. Hey, that's not necessary.
C... Could you do it around the side of the house,
away from the windows?
Mom!
Peter, honey, it's okay.
Sis... Just go back to Peter.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I'm calling my lawyer right now. Don't worry.
Everything's gonna be fine, I'll take care of it.
*
BULL: We know you have a choice
when it comes to trial science companies.
Ah. Thank you.
Nice.
Yours?
A client's.
Please apologize to your staff about having to fly commercial.
I just wanted you to myself so we could discuss the case.
Okay.
Tell me about this mysterious case.
Once we're in the air.
Okay. I'm 30,000 feet up without a parachute.
What are we doing and who are we doing it for?
Her name is Cecilia Novak.
She's a single mother, has a ten-year-old son.
Works as a dental technician.
Very involved in her church.
Volunteers on her weekends
helping to feed the homebound.
And yet she's accused of...
Hiding six kilos of heroin beneath her home.
And I'm here to tell you she didn't do it.
Well, apparently someone did.
That's not the kind of thing you park under your house
and forget.
That's got to be worth a million bucks.
What's she looking at, 30 years?
Give or take.
Hmm.
You doing this pro bono?
No. Why?
Come on.
A young, single mother
can't afford your services,
let alone a jet like this.
So...
whose dime are we spending here?
Boyfriend?
Family member?
J.P...
clearly, someone in this woman's sphere
is in the drug trade.
She is being charged with hiding their drugs,
and that someone is obviously paying for you.
I fail to see the relevance.
Well, here's the relevance.
I don't work for drug traffickers.
I'm waiting for you to tell me we don't have a problem.
I plead the fifth.
Well, then we're turning the plane around.
Bull, we're not working for drug traffickers.
We're working for this woman, Cecilia Novak,
who, I swear to you, has nothing to do with drugs.
Whose defense is being funded by drug money.
I don't know that.
Well...
what do you know?
(sighs)
Look.
Cecilia's brother is a man named Leo Novak.
Allegedly, he runs the Miami cell of the Baski drug cartel.
A fact that's never been proven, by the way.
And you don't think there's just the itsy-bitsiest chance
that he might be footing the bill
for you, me, and Battlestar Galactica here?
Full disclosure:
Leo is a client of the firm's.
Another partner, a lawyer named Gary Sharp,
brought him in.
Obviously, the drugs belong to Leo.
I have no way of knowing that.
And besides, that's not the issue.
I know you don't want to hear this, but...
it is, for me.
I'm gonna go talk to the pilot. We're turning around.
Hey, Bull, this woman does not deserve to go to prison.
And I'm not sure
I can untangle this mess alone.
Meet her.
Just meet her.
You know, this'd be a whole lot easier if you didn't
carry that face around with you every time we did business.
Look, you owe me two more cases.
Just stick with me on this one
and we'll call it even.
Well, don't do that.
Okay.
Stick with me on this one and we'll make it 30 more cases.
No more cases.
A hundred cases.
Just stick with me.
*
BULL: Fancy.
This is Leo's boat.
Who'da thunk it?
My question for you is what are you doing here?
A boat like this reeks of drug money.
Not doing yourself any favors in the court of public opinion.
Well, unfortunately,
the DEA seized my home,
froze my bank accounts
and took my car.
Yesterday, my boss let me go.
I need a safe place for my son and me.
Leo offered this up.
It's not like I'm in a position to say no.
Now that you've brought him up,
we need to talk about your brother.
I have to believe that's who they're really after here.
Has anyone mentioned a plea?
I know what everyone claims my brother does.
We don't talk about his work.
But when I gave birth to Peter,
he made me a promise.
Trouble would never enter my home
or be a part of my life.
And he's always kept that promise.
LEO: Anybody feel like grouper for dinner?
(laughing): Peter.
Look at you.
How's my fisherman?
I'm okay.
(Cecelia smooches)
Come on.
How many fish did you catch?
Like, eight. Eight? Wow.
You folks want a little tour?
J.P. says you're a shrink.
Says you can find a jury to acquit my sister.
Well, I've certainly been known to help.
I know it goes without saying, but...
anything you need.
Duly noted.
What do you know about me?
I know almost nothing, but I suspect a great deal.
Have you heard of Silens?
No.
They're a cartel out of Haiti.
Some people think they're trafficking in narcotics.
Personally, I wouldn't know.
But some areas of our businesses overlap.
I sense you're trying to make a point,
but it's flying right past me.
It's pretty simple. We're competitors.
But instead of letting the marketplace
decide who's winning,
they chose to violate the home of my sister,
plant a vast quantity of drugs, and then tip off the DEA.
That's quite a theory.
Who else could it be?
And how could those agents know
exactly where the drugs were?
They're doing this because they can't
get to me any other way.
Okay, that's a theory.
Here's another. The drugs belong to you.
Two things. Number one,
in order for you to posit that theory,
you'd have to make an assumption
I strongly discourage you from making.
And, number two, she's my sister, he's my nephew.
Why would I choose to do that to them?
I'm sorry.
Uh, for what? We took a nice airplane ride,
we met some nice people.
I know it all seems ridiculously unsavory.
Is that what it is?
Is that that feeling in my stomach?
I couldn't put my finger on it.
Oh, no. Speaking of unsavory...
Welcome to the 305, my dear.
Oh, boy.
Dr. Jason Bull, this is one of my partners, Gary Sharp.
He runs the Miami office.
Leo is actually his client.
Nice to meet you, Dr. Bull.
I, uh, saw them setting up your video game arcade
in one of the ballrooms.
Lots of bells and whistles.
And how was my boy Leo? Did he behave himself?
Well, he didn't commit any felonies
while we were with him, so...
Pardon me?
Ah, well, you are pardoned.
Your client, on the other hand,
I think he's still waiting for a call from the governor.
(nervous chuckle) Okay, so you guys met, that's good.
We... So what's the game plan?
When do I get a jury questionnaire to review?
Voir dire's right around the corner.
Yeah, I apologize. We've been on the ground
a whole two and a half hours,
how could I not have that for you?
(forced chuckle)
Cute.
Well, I guess I'll just go back to my office,
wait for you to e-mail something over.
Nice meeting you, Doc.
It is, isn't it?
Hmm.
REPORTER (on TV): The streets of Miami were turned into
a deadly battlefield earlier today... (sirens, gunfire)
when a shooting war broke out between members
of rival drug cartels.
Police say they believe...
Ah, I was just watching this in my room.
You think this is special for us,
or do they do it for everyone who comes down to Miami?
I mean, it's a gunfight between two drug cartels.
On the street. Where families live.
I mean, these are very scary people, Bull.
Seven confirmed dead,
five from the Silens cartel.
BULL: The picture of innocence.
And yet...
you run with a pretty rough crowd.
Seven dead today.
What are we doing?
Defending a young mother
accused of something she didn't do. Okay.
Save that stuff for the Law Review.
If you want to defend young mothers,
I'll drive you up to the Bronx,
and you can throw a rock and hit 25 of 'em.
What are we doing here
defending this particular mother?
She's looking at 30 years.
She's gonna need the best counsel she can get.
(chuckles)
Yeah, the jury is not quite buying that.
And my staff is so scared,
they're getting ready to swim back to New York.
Okay. How 'bout this?
When I joined Reed, Strauss, and Associates
almost eight years ago...
Before your name was on the door...
Guys like that fellow Gary you met this afternoon,
they were the real rainmakers at the firm.
Defending professional criminals
is a pretty lucrative business model
if you can stand the smell.
Funny, you strike me as having a more refined olfactory sense.
Yeah, I never swam in that end of the pool.
I grew the litigation and transactional business,
opened offices in New Jersey and Connecticut
and finally got my name on the stationery.
But the Garys of the firm still bring in the big loot.
And I made my peace with that.
Until?
A week ago, I was called into a video conference.
Cecilia had been arrested,
and Leo wanted the firm to take care of it.
But Gary didn't want to take the lead on the case.
He felt sure that if it was him walking
into the court to defend Leo's sister...
All they'd see was a mob lawyer trying to game the system.
So he asked me to take the lead.
And I said no.
Oh. Good girl.
Can I go pack now?
And then he told me, if I did it,
he would convince the other partners to let me
buy myself out, take my clients,
open my own practice. Ambitious.
I admire that.
He had the paperwork drawn up the next day.
I just need him to sign it.
Except you have to win first.
I know I tricked you into coming here.
I wasn't very transparent until it was too late.
But the truth is, I could really use your help.
And Cecilia, who I really care about,
could really use your help.
There's that face again.
Sorry.
I meant to leave it in the room.
I'll see you in court.
See you in court.
We've got a problem.
What's that?
They don't want to serve.
What are you talking about? On the jury?
Nobody ever wants to serve.
They've seen the news. They know who's on trial.
And no one wants to wind up on the bottom of the Atlantic.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a criminal trial.
Is there anyone here who doesn't feel
they can be a fair and impartial member of this jury?
Okay.
I have a child at home and no one to take care of him.
And how old is your son?
23.
My dog is very sick.
My car really isn't dependable.
I actually use drugs,
so I'm not sure I could be objective
with regards to a case that actually involved drugs.
Your Honor, may we approach?
Mm-hmm.
What do we... Wait. Hold on.
DUNCAN: Clearly,
these jurors are terrified. And not without cause.
I mean, we've all seen the recent rash of violence
involving this defendant.
Objection. This defendant has no direct connection
to any violence of any kind, and the prosecution team knows it.
I need a jury to have a trial, folks.
Any thoughts about how we might proceed?
Okay.
Everybody out!
Out!
I have a solution.
See you all back here in one hour!
Uh-oh.
It's an anonymous jury. A what?
An anonymous jury. They're gonna sit back here
and watch the whole trial on television.
But why?
So we never get to see their faces.
We never know who they are.
So, how does this work?
I mean, in terms of you doing what you do.
(whispering): I don't know. I've never been here before.
Your Honor, you can't be serious. How can I be expected
to mount an effective defense for my client
if I can't see the jury,
if I can't gauge their reactions to what they're hearing
and who they're hearing it from?
Before you get too worked up,
there's precedent.
U.S. v. Dinkins.
And how 'bout you, Counselor?
Would you like to file a complaint?
No, we're totally on board with this arrangement.
(chuckles) How amenable of you.
With all due respect, Your Honor,
don't you think forcing them to hide behind a screen
is going to convince them they should be afraid?
No. I don't think so.
So how is this gonna work then? Are you gonna wear a hooded robe
with little cutouts for eyes?
Pardon me? Well, that's the implication, that this courtroom
is not safe and everyone needs to hide.
Well, I'm not hiding.
I'll be in plain sight, as will you
and all the officers of this court.
And this meeting is over.
Now let's start voir dire.
They can hide their faces, but they can't hide their voices,
their delivery, choice of syntax,
word choice, intonation, emotional response.
And you can tell from that?
Well, I think so.
Are you a native Floridian?
MAN: Born in Vermont. Lived in Miami for 22 years.
White male. Deep, coarse voice,
suggests to me he's tall.
Probably over 50.
And that means we want him?
(sighs) I need to figure this out.
Do you have a favorite zoo animal?
WOMAN: Zoo animal? (chuckles)
Well, let me think.
Flamingoes, because they're pink.
Female. Weird answer, but it's true.
Early 20s.
Breathy, high-pitched.
Voice has sex appeal.
Tells me she doesn't get embarrassed easily.
And that's what we want.
She won't be afraid to hear the truth.
And I suspect she's gonna be able to relate to Cecilia.
Juror number three--
heavyset, smoker,
lots of allergies.
(sneeze) WOMAN 2: God bless you.
She presents nicely but resents everyone privately.
Hates the fact that she smokes.
Equates it with drug addiction, which is not good for our team.
She's out.
But juror number six, who said "God bless you,"
good inside and out.
She's in.
We have our jury.
We'll resume tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.
Cecilia, J.P. (chuckles)
I just got off the phone with the U.S. attorney.
We're prepared to make this whole thing go away tonight.
I have a list of questions.
You just provide verifiable answers...
These are questions about my brother.
Of course.
M-Ms. Novak,
I'm offering you a chance to save yourself.
You-you have a child. Don't be foolish.
We appreciate the offer, Counselor.
My client and I will take it under advisement. Thank you.
Okay, now, I know that wasn't what you wanted to hear
and it's not what we came here to do, but...
from my perspective, that is an awfully good offer.
He's my brother.
And you're his sister. And let's say he's telling the truth
and those drugs were planted by Silens.
That means they were going after him, not you.
You should not go to prison for him.
I will do anything for him.
And he will do anything for me.
(scoffs) Sorry,
but other than write a big check to J.P.
and send armed goons into the street,
I haven't seen him do a damn thing.
Thank you, Mr. Bull.
Can you get yourself back to the hotel?
My client and I need to have a private conversation.
(scoffs) Right.
When I was a little girl
and civil war broke out in Croatia,
I watched my parents get gunned down by a firing squad.
I was nine.
I started shaking, quaking.
Shock.
My brother would hold me, hug me,
try to get my body to stop.
And then he finally found a way out of there, out of Croatia.
12 years old.
And my body stopped shaking.
He protected me in the refugee camps.
He got us to America.
And he never left me.
My brother never left me.
So you tell me now,
if you don't think you can do this,
I will get someone else.
My brother will get me someone else.
We can do this.
What is your problem?
Well, I'm trying to save her life.
I'm sorry if that doesn't work with your business model.
How dare you?
You call yourself a psychologist?
Wake up, Bull. That woman is
never taking a deal.
The only lifeline she has is us,
defending her in court.
I'm gonna head back to the hotel. On my own.
Mmm.
And I meant what I said on the plane.
This should be our last case.
The anonymous tip is the key.
Whoever it was that called the DEA,
well, they know whose drugs they really are.
And if we can link it to Silens,
I think we can convince the jury the drugs were planted.
It's funny you say that. Danny put me on to a lead yesterday.
A guy connected to all things Silens and Baski.
Yeah. We wanted to pay him a visit this morning
but, uh, price of admission is five K.
Well, Leo said the vault's open. Anything we want.
Marissa, why don't you call J.P.'s Miami office
and line up some cash.
Will do.
Actually, where is J.P.?
Aren't you guys going to court together?
Mmm.
Well, she probably just wanted to
be alone for a little bit.
You know what they say about too much of a good thing.
(sighs)
Oh, ye of little faith.
Well, you seem surprisingly chipper.
You know how it is.
Just when it seems all is lost,
the answer suddenly appears to you.
Do tell.
(whispering): X-ray specs.
You know what I'm talking about.
Advertised in some of the finer comic books and men's magazines.
We just put 'em on,
we can see every move the jury makes.
I've got an assistant out there
scouring the 99 Cents Stores as we speak.
Clearly you're not in the mood for sophisticated humor.
Well, watch this segue. Mm.
I have heard a vicious rumor
that the prosecution is gonna provide us with a copy
of the 911 call that tipped off the DEA
that the drugs were at Cecilia's house in the first place.
(laughing): Oh, there it is.
(gavel bangs) BAILIFF: All rise.
Show time. I have so much to tell you,
but it'll just have to wait.
The way you run off at the mouth,
I can't get a word in edgewise.
The Baski cartel. (pan sizzling)
They are new, man.
Croatian, I think.
Yeah, they have a small distro network,
but they are aggressive and ruthless.
Like, whatever it takes to get a foothold, you know?
So what do you know about their turf war with Silens?
You know what "Silens" means?
It's Haitian French for "silence."
And that's how they want to keep it.
They don't want any undo attention.
That doesn't make any sense.
You don't plant drugs at your competitor's sister's house
because you don't want to make noise.
Excuse me. You're... shrugging.
We just paid you $5,000 and you're shrugging.
I'm shrugging at what she said.
Except it's not a question. It's a fact.
What? What did I say?
"You don't plant drugs at your competitor's sister's house
if you don't want to make noise"?
But the drugs they found at Cecilia's
have already been traced back to the Silens.
Okay, now I'm shrugging.
When you trace a stolen item,
it doesn't necessarily take you to the thief.
Sometimes, take you back
to the person from whom it was stolen.
Okay, so... you're saying
that the kilos were stolen from Silens?
I'm not saying anything.
Stolen by... who?
Leo?
I'm still not saying anything.
Agent Conrad, what is a cutting agent?
Objection. Relevance.
Overruled.
A substance used to dilute a narcotic
so the dealer can double or triple the profit.
And when you executed your search warrant
at the defendant's home, did you find anything
you suspect could have been used as a cutting agent?
Oh, I certainly did. Oh.
(door opens)
Powdered milk?
Your Honor, either it's snack time,
or we have a discovery violation.
It was listed in the search warrant returns.
I'll allow it.
Talk to me. Tell me something.
Well, there's not a lot to say.
Agent Conrad, where did you find these packages of powdered milk?
In a shed... behind the defendant's home.
Objection. That shed is my client's office.
Again, relevance?
DUNCAN: It shows knowledge and forethought
and suggests intent with regard to hiding the contraband.
McFARLANE: I'll allow it.
Your witness.
MARISSA: Okay, I don't know if it means anything,
but the mirror jurors love this DEA agent.
Okay, just between us, how close do you think our mirrors are
to the actual jurors?
Well...
they're all people.
Fantastic.
J.P.: Good morning, Agent Conrad.
Ever heard the expression, "When you're a hammer,
everything looks like a nail"?
Yeah, but...
Let me help you.
In addition to powdered milk,
what else did you find in Ms. Novak's office?
Oh, I don't know, papers, furniture,
some kitchen items, I don't recall exactly.
Paper plates in bulk?
Yes.
Plastic utensils in bulk?
I believe so.
Individually wrapped hand wipes?
Yes, I do recall that.
Are you aware, Agent Conrad,
that Ms. Novak
spends her weekends delivering food to invalids and shut-ins?
No, I'm not.
But drug dealers are notorious
for covering their criminal activity
with volunteer work to throw us off the scent.
Powdered milk is a cutting agent.
True.
But it's also... powdered milk.
No further questions, Your Honor.
I'm hoping J.P. just put some points on the board.
Yep, on our board.
On the real board, who knows?
GARY: From my vantage point, we're in some real trouble.
I think... we have to change the narrative.
If I were calling the plays, I'd start going after Silens.
Hard.
BULL: Mmm.
Go after them how?
The idea that Silens planted those drugs
is a theory, and one we can't prove right now.
You put it out there and don't deliver,
it's game over, you've lost that jury forever.
What do you know about the jury?
You can't even see them.
He doesn't have to see them
to know when an argument is weak,
and neither do I.
I'm gonna try and stall another day.
Hope something comes back on that recording
or one of the other leads we've been chasing down.
(Marissa clears throat)
Excuse me.
Can I steal you for a second?
Okay, what's going on?
I had that tape analyzed.
I think we need to see Cecilia.
Now.
Okay.
Did you talk to Danny and Benny?
No, not yet, not today.
(sighs) Well, I'll fill you in in the car.
(knock at door)
Come in. What's so urgent?
MAN (distorted): There are lots of packages.
They're under the deck.
They were put there yesterday.
5387 Fremont Street.
You know who did it.
Okay... That's your son.
That's Peter.
No, it isn't.
Yeah, it is.
We had the tape analyzed.
The voiceprint belongs to a young boy.
We were thinking he used one of the burner phones
lying around his uncle's house.
Ran it through a voice distortion app.
He's a smart little guy.
And I'm fairly certain he knows who put those drugs there.
And it wasn't anyone from... Silens.
*
It's pretty clear Peter made the call to protect you.
He saw uncle hide those drugs
and he was afraid that you were gonna get in trouble.
Maybe even killed.
You told me that your brother made you a promise:
no trouble would make its way into your home.
Well...
I'm here to tell you he broke his promise.
To you and your son.
Stop.
You're still willing to go to jail for him?
(sighs softly)
*
And who's gonna watch Peter while he's growing up?
Who's gonna take care of him?
His uncle?
(voice breaking): If I say yes...
if I'm willing to turn...
...how does it work?
(Bull exhales)
(gasps) Oh.
Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.
Was just sitting here listening to the ocean.
BULL: No problem.
Mi ocean es su ocean.
Do you happen to remember the last thing you said to me
when you left me by the pool with Gary?
That's...
"I'll be right back."
(chuckles) Oh.
Yeah.
Well, here I am.
Here we are.
And what did you find out?
The 911 call?
Uh, well, it appears to have come from an airport payphone.
English-speaking male, with a middle-American accent.
So we have narrowed it down to, what did we say?
47, 48 million people.
Ah.
And what about our $5,000 source?
Mmm.
It's hard not to become cynical.
Uh... took the money and we got nothing.
I have a call into the Better Business Bureau.
They have me on hold, but I'm keeping a good thought.
I'm depending on you, Mr. Bull.
I am all the way out there on this.
Me, Cecilia, and her little boy.
I'm certainly here for you.
Are you?
I know I said that this was gonna be a kind of... ending,
and I know we've had our disagreements,
and I know that you felt strongly
that I should be encouraging Cecilia
to betray her brother and take a deal.
And if I thought for a second that I or anyone else
could convince her to do that...
We don't have to go into this.
You've been... very clear.
This is a battle we have to win in court.
And that's why I'm here.
Are you really?
There's that face again.
J.P.
You need to trust me.
Now, we should all get some rest.
We've got court tomorrow morning.
(whispers): Trust me.
(door opens)
Wake up the whole crew,
tell them to meet me down at the beach.
Cecilia's agreed to testify against her brother.
I've already gotten assurances that if Cecilia talks,
the government will drop all charges against her.
Well, wait a minute, what happens next?
The second Leo hears that she's making a deal,
he'll have her killed.
Well, that's why I'm talking to you all here.
Now, I have an idea.
It's a little out there, but if it works,
Cecilia won't go to jail,
and her brother will,
and it'll all happen within minutes of each other.
And one more thing.
No one can tell J.P. or anyone on her team
anything about this.
BULL: Your Honor.
Apologize for shanghaiing you on a, uh, beautiful day like this,
but we want to draw your attention
to a growing conflict of interest
between our client Cecilia Novak and her brother Leo Novak.
I don't understand.
BENNY: Well, Cecilia and Leo
are represented by the same law firm.
Reed, Straus and Nunnelly.
What is it you're proposing we do?
Well, with your permission, Ms. Novak has authorized
Mr. Colón and myself to act as her shadow counsel.
"Shadow counsel"?
BENNY: Yes, Your Honor.
She has empowered us
to negotiate with the government
in secret, on her behalf.
In return for a testimony about a heroin shipment
she overheard her brother Leo discussing,
all charges will be dropped against Cecilia.
And you're on board with this?
I am.
Is this true? Yeah...
You agree to cooperate with the government?
Yes, Your Honor.
All right, then.
Let's hurry and get back to court
so I can suspend the trial.
Actually, it's a little bit more complicated than that.
Um, with your permission,
I'd like Cecilia to go back into the courtroom
before anyone notices anything.
Fine.
(whispers): It's okay.
We feel strongly Ms. Novak's life would be in danger
if her brother Leo or Ms. Nunnelly's law firm
were to become aware of her cooperating with the government.
That's what the Witness Protection Program is for.
Well, she's not interested in the Witness Protection Program.
She wants to stay here in Miami;
she feels it's in the best interest of her son.
It's also a condition of her cooperation.
Well, I don't see how that's possible.
BULL: It is.
And the U.S. Attorney's Office is game,
if you'll entertain just one piece of theatre
to guarantee Cecilia's freedom.
(whispers indistinctly)
Morning, ladies.
Ah, we have a special friend joining us.
Wow. You're unbelievable.
You're late, your client's world's about to end,
and you're, you're smiling?
What are you taking?
(chuckles)
I just feel like it's gonna be a great day.
CONRAD: Upon serving the warrant
and executing the search,
it is my responsibility to record and log the contraband.
The heroin.
Objection. Witness is speculating
as to the contents of the seized packages.
Your Honor, counsel knows very well
that we're in possession of and prepared to enter into evidence
a certificate of analysis that will certify
that the seized packages all contain
morphine derivative heroin.
Well, then, let's get on with it.
Your Honor, the People offer into evidence
this certificate of analysis
of the heroin found on Ms. Novak's property.
This establishes the final element
in our case-in-chief.
Enter away.
So accepted.
Your Honor, thank you.
The prosecution rests.
Your defense.
Thank you, Counselor.
May I see the certificate again?
Thank you.
(quietly): Why are you stalling?
Oh.
Last page.
(quietly): It's not notarized.
The certificate's not notarized.
Your Honor, there is a fatal flaw in this certificate.
The last page isn't notarized.
What?
The government can only prove
that the substance is in fact heroin if every page
has been notarized.
They've failed to do this.
We move to exclude it.
DUNCAN: Wait, wait a second.
One page of notarization. One page?
Come on, I mean, t-the pages probably stuck together.
Uh, that's a technicality, Your Honor.
There's a notary down the hall, I-I'll go out and find one
in two seconds, I'll... McFARLANE: Prosecution rested its case.
You rested your case.
It's too late now, and you know it.
The door's closed.
Your Honor, our whole case depends on that certificate.
It proves that the bricks in Ms. Novak's home were heroin.
Well, then, you should've double-checked it,
shouldn't you?
Your Honor, as the government has just admitted,
without the certificate, they have no case.
I move for a directed verdict.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
thank you for your service.
Motion for a directed verdict is granted.
I am finding the defendant
not guilty on all charges.
Ms. Novak, you are free to go.
(gasps)
(laughs)
(chuckles)
So, how does it feel, Counselor, to lose your biggest case?
Eh, you know how it is. Win some, lose some.
What the hell just happened?
You're asking me?
I have no idea.
But you won.
You won it all, you got everything you wanted.
Yes, I did, didn't I?
Mmm. Hey, do you still have those papers,
the ones that allow you to leave the firm?
What? Yeah.
You should have Gary sign those.
Oh, there she is, buddy.
Go get her. Mom!
Peter?
You did the right thing.
I'm glad you made the call.
I'm so proud of you.
Told you I'd take care of you, sis.
(laughs)
DUNCAN: Leo Novak.
You're under arrest.
*
Wow.
Your biggest client, under arrest.
Can't be good for business.
Wait a second, he's not your client anymore.
Good thing you got him to sign those papers.
Good thing.
Well.
I got to go.
You should go celebrate.
You've changed a lot of lives today.
J.P.: You lied to me.
You misled me.
Morning.
You deceived me.
(sighs)
Thank you.
I told you to trust me.
What time's your flight?
Three hours after checkout, of course.
Pretty small of Leo not to lend us his plane
after we got him arrested.
People. Always disappointing me.
(sighs)
(phone chimes)
There's my ride.
Wow. Well.
You've got a busy schedule.
Looking for new office space,
getting stationery.
I don't know what to do with you.
Well, I can think of a few things,
but you don't want to hear them.
Later, gator.
In a while, crocodile.
(sighs)
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