01x23 - Benevolent Deception

[bunniefuu]

- (laughing)
- (toys beeping)

Peter, not inside the house.

- Uncle Leo!
- Oh!

- Peter,
- Gotcha!

Be careful.

(sighs)

The g*n thing makes me crazy,

but Peter and his friends
seem to be loving it.

Come on, sis.

They're boys. All boys love g*ns.

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 , 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, 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 dr*gs,

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 dr*gs.

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 dr*gs 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 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 dr*gs,
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 dr*gs were?

They're doing this because they can't

get to me any other way.

Okay, that's a theory.

Here's another. The dr*gs 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 , 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, aw 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 b*ttlefield earlier today...
- (sirens, g*nf*re)

when a sh**ting w*r 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 of 'em.

What are we doing here

defending this particular mother?

She's looking at 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?

.

My dog is very sick.

My car really isn't dependable.

I actually use dr*gs,

so I'm not sure I could be objective

with regards to a case
that actually involved dr*gs.

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 v*olence

involving this defendant.

Objection. This defendant
has no direct connection

to any v*olence 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!

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 years.

White male. Deep, coarse voice,

suggests to me he's tall.

Probably over .

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 s.

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 : 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, : 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 dr*gs 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 g*ons 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 w*r broke out in Croatia,

I watched my parents get
gunned down by a f*ring 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.

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.

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
dr*gs they really are.

And if we can link it to Silens,

I think we can convince the jury
the dr*gs 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 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 call that tipped off the DEA

that the dr*gs 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 w*r 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 dr*gs at your
competitor's sister's house

because you don't want to make noise.

Excuse me. You're... shrugging.

We just paid you $ ,
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 dr*gs at your
competitor's sister's house

if you don't want to make noise"?

But the dr*gs 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 ex*cuted
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 dr*gs

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.

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 dr*gs there.

And it wasn't anyone from... Silens.

♪ ♪

It's pretty clear Peter
made the call to protect you.

He saw uncle hide those dr*gs

and he was afraid that
you were gonna get in trouble.

Maybe even k*lled.

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 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?

, million people.

Ah.

And what about our $ , 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 k*lled.

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)