05x03 - Prison Break

[bunniefuu]

(LEAVES GENTLY RUSTLING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Ronnie.

Ronnie, don't do this.

Ronnie! You're making the
biggest mistake of your life!

(PANTING)

Ronnie, I see you! Don't make me sh**t!

(PANTING, GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

What are you doing still standing there?

Go get her.

(PANTING)

Can you see her?!

I'm close.

I can hear her breathing.

I'm close!

I think she's right up in front of me.

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM)

Darius!

Hey, Darius, get on your radio,
call an ambulance.

I think I got her.

Darius.

Darius!

(KNOCK ON DOOR) _

Hey, I'm sorry to burst in,
but I need your help.

So back in law school,

I was doing some work
with the legal aid clinic,

and I was handling

some prisoner's rights issues,

and this woman Ronnie was
one of my first clients.

What was she in for?
Why was she in prison?

Armed robbery of a jewelry store.

But that was before my time.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

So the thing is,
is that while she was incarcerated,

she got diagnosed with
non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.

So I went to court
to help her get permission

to go off-site to the local hospital

and receive chemotherapy.

It says here on my phone
she was being transported

to her final chemo session
when she made a break for it

and escaped, and that was four days ago.

And now she's hiding out
at her aunt's house in Queens

having an armed standoff
with the police.

That's what she told me.

Ah. So explain to me how
one female prisoner

overpowered two armed guards.

It says here the surviving guard claimed

she faked a seizure.

When he went to check on her,
she att*cked him,

stole his g*n and ran.

No, that's not the Ronnie I know,

and I've spent a lot of
time with this woman.

The thing is is that
while she's been in prison,

not one behavioral issue, not one.

And as far as the armed robbery,
she owns up to it.

She freely admits the reason she did it

was 'cause she needed money for dr*gs.

And as far as I know,
last time I spoke with her,

she's been clean for over three years.

You understand that none
of this adds up, right?

Look, I'm telling you what I know.

And I know that this woman doesn't have

a violent bone in her body.

Chunk, she's holding the police
at bay at her aunt's house,

and she was convicted of armed robbery.

But she was the driver.
She drove the getaway car.

She never set foot in that store.

And as far as I know, before today

she's never touched a g*n in her life.

(SIREN CHIRPS)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Can I help you gentlemen?

My name is Chester Palmer.

- I'm Ronnie Vincent's attorney.
- Nice to meet you.

This is Mr. Benjamin Colón
and Dr. Jason Bull.

They're associates of mine.

As you can see, your client's
barricaded herself in there

and claims to be heavily armed.

You think you can talk her out?

- We sure would like to try.
- RONNIE: Lock the door.

Mr. Palmer. Who are these guys?

They work with me. They're here to help.

But before we can do anything,
I need you to hand me your g*n.

There is no g*n. I don't have a g*n.

I said that so they wouldn't
bust in here and sh**t me.

We were on our way to the hospital

when the guard who was driving
said the car was overheating.

So they pulled off the freeway,
and onto the road at that beach.

I knew something was up
'cause next thing I know

we're driving through the sand
and into the tall grass,

and they shut the motor off.

Like two minutes later, the
guard that isn't driving

comes around back and gets in with me.

Starts unbuckling his belt,
unzipping his pants.

So how did you manage to get away?

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

Once he had his pants off,
I convinced him

I wasn't opposed to
what he wanted to do.

That we'd have a lot better time
if I could use my hands.

Spread my legs a little.

He laughed and took off my restraints.

Is that when you got his g*n?

I never got his g*n.

I just waited for him to get close.

Started unbuttoning my shirt,
and took my palm

right up his nose and just ran.

OFFICER (OVER BULLHORN): Is
everybody still safe in there?

If one of the attorneys could
give us a call out here.

Ronnie, if we're gonna bring
this to a peaceful conclusion,

we're gonna need to show a sign
of good faith.

What do you mean?

You're gonna have to
surrender to the police.

They're gonna k*ll me in prison.

And you can't protect me in there.

As soon as we're out of here,
I am going to contact

Every news agency in the state.

TV, print, online, we're gonna
shine a light on that prison.

No one's gonna even
think about touching you.

You can't stay in here forever, Ronnie.

(ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES)

So tell me something good.

Tell me you searched
those vans and found us

something we can use.

I got the results back last night.

It turns out there wasn't
any DNA evidence

that suggests that guard,

or anyone else, for that matter,

engaged in sexual activity

in any one of those prison vans.

Here's an amazing
and unexpected coincidence.

All New York State
prisoner transport vans

are equipped with interior
security cameras.

That doesn't surprise me.

No, here's the coincidence part.

The cameras in the van
Ronnie escaped from

were out of service
and waiting to be repaired.

Had been for seven weeks.

Well, that's the van I'd want

if I was planning to r*pe someone.

What about the other inmates?

Ronnie said that a bunch of them
had warned her

about the transport guards
before she started her chemo.

Couldn't get anyone to talk.

They're too scared of
retaliation. They're prisoners;

They have to deal with
these guards every day.

What about a m*rder w*apon?
Is there a m*rder w*apon?

The guard claims that
Ronnie stole his g*n.

She swears it didn't happen,
that he sh*t his partner.

Probably sh*t him by accident.

So, no.

There's no g*n.

There's no nothing.

But I don't understand.

It's been over a year since
I filed for this divorce.

The courts are finally open again,

so are we or are we not
on the court calendar?

We are not. Marissa,
this isn't about you.

Family court is still
backed up with cases

they started before the pandemic,

And going forward, they
refuse to set hearing dates

for any future divorce trials

until both parties have completed their

discovery obligations.

And I know this won't surprise you,

but Greg still hasn't completed his.

- You are kidding.
- Nope.

I just checked again this morning.

He's yet to submit the forensic
accounting, for the restaurant.

Okay, well, can't we just,
I don't know, stipulate

that we don't care about the restaurant?

That it's his.
That he can have my share.

Honestly, I don't care
about the restaurant.

I just want a divorce.

You say that but you don't mean it.

Listen carefully. I don't care
about the restaurant.

Well, I do. Your name's on it.
You own half of it.

And we need it so I can protect
the things you do care about,

like your co-op.

Which, unfortunately has
Greg's name on it.

God, you just think I'm such an idiot,

adding his name to my lease.

Marrying him a second time.

Not my job to judge,
but it is my job to make sure

you walk away from this marriage

as financially whole as possible.

Good morning.

- Morning.
- You look defeated,

and we've yet to even begin.

You might want to
do something about that

before we get you
in front of the jury pool.

It's that obvious?

Only to people who can see.

So what's the latest and greatest?

Danny, Taylor, anyone having any luck?

No. Everyone's coming up empty.

All we have is Ronnie's word
against the guard's,

and she's a convicted felon.

So, hey, can we just talk
voir dire, please?

No, because without knowing
your trial strategy,

it's impossible for me to know
what kind of jurors you'd want.

Chunk, you do have a trial strategy?

The thing is,
I keep waiting for evidence.

You believe she's innocent?

- I do.
- Why?

Because for her, plotting an
escape makes no sense.

The girl's got six months left
on her sentence.

She's already served seven years,

and-and why escape?

Why risk adding to her time behind bars

when in weeks she'll be out of there?

No, the only reason
she ran from that van

is because she had to.

Thank you, Counselor.

That sounds like the beginning
of a trial strategy to me.

It's simply not rational for Ronnie

to have plotted an escape, not rational.

Not in her own self-interest.

Now, we need jurors
who are gonna look at this

the same way you do.

Level-headed people who will
come to the same sensible conclusion.

Rational people who believe
that other people

make decisions rationally, too.

And just as importantly,

we need to eliminate impulsive people.

People who make decisions on the fly

and probably believe
everyone else thinks

the same way they do.

Juror ,

let's pretend that you are
a contestant on a game show,

and good news, you've just won $ , .

But now it's time for the next question,

and that question is worth $ million.

So what I want to know is,
do you go for it?

And bear in mind, if you get
it wrong, you lose everything,

including that half mil
that you just won.

I'm pretty sure I'd take the money.

Pass on the question.

There's just no way
I'd risk losing all that.

I mean, half a million dollars?

I could pay off my house,
my kid's college fund.

This juror is acceptable, Your Honor.

Juror , you've won your
half a million dollars,

you're going home a happy man.

- I am.
- So,

I come to you and I say, "Listen,

"you can walk away
with your half a mil today,

"or if you let me
and my imaginary game show

"pay you in installments,
we'll give you $ , a month

for the rest of your life
no matter how long you live."

Hmm.

I mean, that's a really good salary.

Except you don't have
to show up for work to get it.

- It's pretty tempting.
- That's $ , a year.

You live five years, well,
you've already made a profit

based around what you would have made

if you had just taken your half mil

- and walked away today.
- Uh-huh. I hear you.

You live years,
and you're walking away

with six million dollars.

And you've never had to worry
a day in your life

where your next paycheck
was coming from.

Yeah, but you can't buy a Ferrari

if all you're making
is ten grand a month, right?

- This is true.
- Probably couldn't afford

to rent a nice house in L.A., either.

Well, I'd have to take your word for it.

Yeah, you can't fly first-class,

can't get a good hair transplant.

Not unless you save up for it.

So I'm guessing you want
your half a mil and walk.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Well, here's a man who's coming
to the same conclusion

as our last pick,
but I sense he's coming at it

from the exact opposite point of view.

Taylor,

tell me what makes him tick.

You're never gonna guess
what this guy does for a living.

Dreams of L.A., so I'm guessing actor?

Improvisational actor.

Ah. A man who literally flies by
the seat of his pants, for a living.

If he assumes Ronnie
is as impulsive as he is,

we're in trouble.

We'd like to thank
and excuse this juror.

- CHUNK: Juror ...
- MARISSA: Thanks for covering for me.

So, how we doing? We have a jury?

Almost. We've got one spot left.

Let's all welcome juror ,
Mr. David Whitney,

a cost accountant.

Specializes in profitability
analysis and budget preparation.

What a rational career choice.
What a rational-sounding man.

Uh, wait a second.
You have a place of birth?

Mm, Jackson, Mississippi.

Oh, my God. I know him.

I-I mean, not anymore, not in years,

but we went to high school together.

- You're kidding.
- I need to tell Bull.

This could be a conflict for us.
Hey, uh, Bull, it's Marissa.

Hey, I remember you.

Listen, that potential juror

that Chunk is grilling right now...

Dave Whitney...
I went to high school with him.

And we're having this discussion why?

Didn't you go to school way back

when blackboards were actually black?

Admittedly, it was several moons ago.

Okay. Are you two still in touch?

No. Not at all.
Not even on social media.

All right.

So let's talk about something important.

What do you think of him?

As a juror on the case, I mean.

Actually, I think he's kind of perfect.

I remember he used to put every
paycheck he made as a bag boy

straight into the bank,
'cause he said compound interest

was better than immediate gratification.

All right, well,
if we pass on Richie Cunningham,

we'll have to seat the next juror.

Tell me about her.

Well, she's active on a number
of online gambling sites.

So we know she's impetuous.

And she doesn't work, but her
husband is active m*llitary.

Hmm. People in m*llitary families

generally have an authority bias,

which means she's more likely
to believe a prison guard

than a convicted criminal.

Yeah. She looks fairly toxic for us.

DAVE: Basically,
you're asking me to make a bet

that I'm gonna live longer
than four years and two months,

and that seems like
a pretty good bet to me.

And of course, the longer
I live, the more I win.

Well, seems to me
there's no other choice.

Looks like we got a jury.

(GAVEL BANGS)

It's still, like, a rock.

A really solid rock.

Why don't we just throw it
in the microwave? Nuke it?

No, no, no, we can't do that.

Can't put it in the microwave.

That's cheating. Plus,
it rearranges the molecules.

It's not even ice cream anymore.

Say, you guys hear about
District Attorney Sherman today?

He was forced to resign
for taking bribes.

(EXHALES) No. Seriously?

- Yeah.
- I love it.

You know what Mark Twain
used to say about politicians

and diapers?

They should both be changed often,

and for the exact same reason.

So anyway, here's the weird part.

Some people have asked me
if I'd be interested in running.

For district attorney?

Why are you so against
my brother running for D.A.?

Why are you so against
my brother running for D.A.?

I raise my voice any higher
and that baby's gonna wake up,

and if she does, you're the one
spending the night

walking the hall with her,
trying to get her back to sleep.

What makes you think I'm against
your brother running for D.A.?

(SIGHS)

He'd be great at the job,
and you know it.

And do you have any idea
what this would mean?

The city of New York with a
Puerto Rican district attorney?

I mean, how can you stand
in the way of that?

I am not standing in
the way of anything.

I am lying here with you.

And before he can be great at the job,

he's got to get the job.

I'm sorry, but your
brother is no politician.

In fact, it-it's one of the
reasons I like him so much.

He's a good, honest man.

Campaigning is a dirty,
underhanded business.

Why would you want to
put him through all that?

Oh, come on. This isn't about Benny.

It's about you.
You don't want to lose him.

And that is also true.

I'm in the middle of this
case with Chunk right now,

and Chunk is a very smart guy

and one day he's gonna be a
hell of an attorney, but...

(EXHALES)

...I'm sitting there and I
can't help but think,

"What would Benny do?"

"How would Benny phrase the question?"

"How would Benny respond to the judge?"

My brother wants your support.

My brother deserves your support.

He's been there for you
through thick and thicker,

so it's time you suck it up,
stop being so selfish

and tell him you're behind him on this.

You got to be kidding me.

What?

A.D.A. Rios just added
a new witness to her list.

The detective who busted Ronnie,
for armed robbery eight years ago.

Hmm. You surprised?

She wants the jury
to see Ronnie as a criminal,

someone who can't be trusted.

It's actually a pretty good
piece of strategy.

Come on. What Ronnie did eight
years ago is beside the point.

She fled for her life because
the guard was trying to r*pe her.

Not to mention the fact
that we've already stipulated...

...to the fact that Ronnie
was convicted of a crime.

The A.D.A. is trying
to belabor that point

by inviting this witness, which
is unduly prejudicial to my client.

RIOS: Your Honor, Detective Stallard

isn't being called to testify
to the defendant's past crimes.

The fact is, he has information
that is highly relevant

to this crime.

(GAVEL BANGS)

$ , .

That's the estimated total value
of the stolen jewelry

from the robbery that day?

Yes, the stolen jewelry was
valued at just over $ , .

And Detective Stallard,
in the aftermath of the robbery,

were you able to recover
all of that stolen jewelry?

No, ma'am. Over $ , 's worth

was never recovered.

Now, Ms. Vincent didn't rob

this jewelry store by herself, did she?

No, she did not.

Her partner was a woman
named Krystle Hughes.

And do we know when Ms. Hughes
is due to be released from prison?

In about eight weeks, actually.

And when is Ms. Vincent
due to be released?

In March of next year.

So Ms. Vincent wasn't going
to be released from prison

until three months after her accomplice.

Do you think it's likely
that Ms. Vincent attempted

to escape from prison in
order to b*at her cohort

to the $ , stash of jewelry?

Objection. Speculation.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard
that last question.

Not likely.

I have no idea
where that jewelry is, I swear.

I didn't even know
the police didn't get it all.

(SIGHS)

I wonder if Ronnie knew.

I'm sorry, knew what?

Knew that there was still over $ ,

of unclaimed jewelry out there.

It's like you said, I mean,
it makes the idea of escape

seem a lot more logical.

It's not like we've found any evidence

to back up her claim
of the attempted r*pe.

You're starting to doubt
your client's story, huh?

I'm starting to doubt why I
believed it so easily, yeah.

No words of wisdom?

Not really. No.

Sometimes your clients lie to you.

Sometimes you believe the lie.

Even highly-esteemed experts
in human behavior

get taken once in a while.

But if you're asking my opinion...

I believe Ronnie.

And whether or not she lied
to you, it changes nothing.

She's your client,
she's not your friend.

You have a responsibility to defend her

to the best of your abilities,

no matter what doubts you might have.

(EXHALES)

Okay.

This is me.

I will see you
in the morning, Mr. Palmer.

See you in the morning.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Excuse me, uh, instead
of going to Brooklyn,

could you take me back to
the office? DRIVER: You got it.

Oh, my God. I had such a crush on him.

Pretty sure he had no idea.

I had one of those, too.

He was two years ahead of me.

And my mother paid him
to drive me to school every day.

I sat in the back and he sat
in the front, driving, but...

I would pretend we were on a date.

And his car was always warm
and toasty in the winter

when he picked me up.

But he only lived two blocks away.

I knew he always
parked it on the street,

so I realized he must have
gotten up extra early

in the morning to start
his car and warm it up for me.

It sounds like love.

Yeah, I don't know.
I think he just liked

the money my mom paid him.

Hey, you two, didn't you get the memo?

It's nighttime... go home.

TAYLOR: Actually...

I was just about to call you.

Guess who found video footage

of that prison van stopping
out at the beach that day?

Video?

What video? They were out
in the middle of nowhere.

Turns out it's an aquatic life preserve.

And one of the local
universities is doing

a research project on sea turtles.

And they've got seven cameras

mounted discreetly throughout the area.

And I think one of them
captured something you can use.

So just to be clear,

did you, at any time,

make sexual advances
towards the defendant?

No. Absolutely not.

I would never force myself on any woman,

let alone someone in my care.

So the defendant's claim
that you attempted to r*pe her?

It's a complete lie.

RIOS: Thank you, Mr. Terrell.

It's okay. Let's give Chunk
a chance to do his job.

I have no further questions,
for this witness, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Your witness, Mr. Palmer.

Your Honor,

we'd like to bring some
equipment into the courtroom,

so we can introduce some footage

of a research camera that was
located near the scene of the incident.

Objection, Your Honor.
I haven't seen any video.

This could not have been
authenticated without my knowledge.

Your Honor, this witness
is the subject of the video,

and he can verify its authenticity.

Very well, I'll allow it.

CHUNK: Mr. Terrell...

do you recognize this location?

Yes. That's-that's where we pulled over.

And is that you getting out of the van?

Yes it is.

What were you doing?

Going to check on the prisoner,
like I said.

You sure?

Because if I thought that
someone was having a seizure,

I'd might want to put
a little more hustle

in my step, but look at you.

You seem to be strolling along,

like you don't have a care in the world.

Objection.

Is the attorney simply going to narrate

or is he gonna ask a question?

My apologies, Your Honor.

I'll rephrase.

So why were you taking your sweet time

when you believed
your prisoner was in distress?

Well, I know it looks bad,

but you have to understand.

A lot of these inmates
will fake a heart att*ck

or a stroke or all kinds
of things during transport.

Anything to get you to undo
their restraints.

So, yeah, I don't always hurry

when one of them has an emergency.

That's...

that's interesting,
because we've checked your records.

And unless I'm just
not reading this right,

you've never reported
a-a single prisoner

faking distress during
one of your transports.

If it happens all the time,
why wouldn't you report it?

Well, I don't like to write an inmate up

for violations unless
it's absolutely necessary.

It just makes trouble for everyone,

but that doesn't mean
stuff doesn't happen.

I mean, these are convicted felons.

Huh.

Now according
to the prison van GPS records,

you have over unauthorized stops

over the past year when you're
transporting female prisoners.

That's a lot of fake emergencies
to let slide, isn't it?

Most of those stops don't have
anything to do with the prisoners.

We make a lot of stops

because the prison vans
are old and they break down.

Okay. And did you report
any of these breakdowns?

Truthfully, I don't get paid enough

to stick around
and fill out stacks of paperwork

every time a van breaks down.

Hmm.

How much paperwork
do you have to fill out

when you r*pe one of your prisoners?

Objection! Inflammatory!

I'll withdraw the question, Your Honor.

♪ Don't go chasing waterfalls ♪

♪ Please stick to the rivers ♪

♪ And the lakes that you're used to ♪

♪ I know that you're gonna
have it your way ♪

♪ Or nothing at all ♪

♪ But I think you're moving too fast ♪

♪

♪ Don't go chasing waterfalls,
please... ♪

(PHONE BUZZING)

(PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

I-I truly had no idea that that website

would automatically notify
my classmates that I joined.

I mean, I-I should have
anticipated it, but I didn't.

I know that's no excuse.

Why didn't you just tell Dr. Bull

or me he was someone
you went to school with

when we were questioning him in court?

Well, I wasn't actually
here when you began.

I sort of walked into it
in progress and...

No, come on, this is on me.

Marissa did tell me about it in
time for me to put a stop to it,

but, frankly, I didn't think
the fact that she went

to high school with someone

posed a genuine ethical conflict.

And I still don't.

Or at least I didn't until
they started communicating.

I haven't communicated.
I didn't answer him.

I wouldn't answer him.

I think I got to go tell the judge.

There is... another issue
to consider here.

The other reason that I didn't
put the brakes on this guy.

Our only other choice
for that last spot on the jury

was a woman who was absolutely

- never gonna see things our way.
- Still...

Do you mind if I play devil's
advocate just for a second?

As far as we know,

Dave has no idea that I work
for either party to the case.

Well, I'm sorry,
but that doesn't work for me.

Then we're truly playing with fire.

Because if he does suddenly
put it together that you work

for the folks
that are defending the accused

and it gets out,
the other side is gonna pounce.

Then we'll be accused of jury tampering.

I mean...

I'm the attorney of record,

and I'm telling you, I've got
to go notify Judge Dalton.

Yeah.

You do.

DAVE: There really
wasn't any communication.

Not from her, at least.

I noticed Marissa was on

the Classmate Connect site,
so I sent her a few messages.

But she never responded.

So Ms. Morgan never
contacted you directly?

No.

Well, Mr. Whitney,
now that you know Ms. Morgan

works for the defense,
do you think it will color

your thinking as a juror?

No.

I mean, I'd like to think
I'm capable of being impartial.

The only thing is...

the Marissa Morgan I knew

was an exceptionally honest person.

Mr. Whitney, I'm not sure
I understand your point.

Well, I guess I would be
inclined to assume

that the party she was working with...

that they were being honest, too.

That they're the ones telling the truth.

It makes sense if you know Marissa.

Or at least the Marissa I knew.

BENNY: Okay, all right.

That was Bull.

Dave Whitney was
just excused from the jury.

Oh, no.

It'll be fine.

That alternate juror, she's just...

god-awful, Benny.

Well, she's just one out of .

This is all my fault.

If Ronnie goes to prison for the rest

of her life, it's because of me.

Marissa...

(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)

So the prosecution has rested.

You ready to present your case?

(LAUGHS) No.

Who are you gonna call
as your first witness?

Only one person to call... Ronnie.

And what is it you are
hoping to have her say?

I don't know.

The only evidence that we have
that she was assaulted

is her testimony, so...

I guess I'll have her go up
there and say it... again.

You know, I still kind of like
your original trial strategy.

How do you mean?

Well, you said it
in your opening statement.

It's not logical that someone

who spent seven years
in prison would blow it all

six months before they got out.

(LAUGHS) I'm sorry,
did you miss the part

where her partner in crime got
out three months before she did

and that there's still $ , of loot

from their heist that the
authorities haven't found?

Okay, but that's just an
assumption from the other side.

A presumption...
An idea they got out there

before you got your idea out there.

They can't prove
that's what was in her head.

What was in her heart.

And now it's your turn.

So what is your assertion?

CHUNK: Ronnie, what
are we looking at there?

It's my cell. And those
are pictures of my family.

My mom, my sister, my nephew Elliot.

He's nine...
He likes to send me drawings.

And why are these drawings,
these pictures, important?

Well, they've helped me
make it through my sentence.

Every day I wake up I'm not
looking at grey cinder block.

I'm looking at the faces
of the people I love.

Every time I have a bad day,
they give me the strength

to get through it.

So that, someday, I can
be with them again, in person.

Ronnie, you're in prison
for robbing a jewelry store,

isn't that right?

Yes.

And we heard Detective Stallard say

that most of that jewelry
had never been recovered.

So let me just ask you straight out,

did you try to escape
so you could get to that jewelry

before your accomplice?

No. God, no.

I don't want to live my life on the run.

I want to hug my mom again.

I want to watch TV with my sister again.

I want to go to my nephew's
tae kwon do matches.

I have missed so much already,
I don't want to miss any more.

When I robbed that store,

I wasn't thinking about
my family that much.

But then you're in jail...

and I got cancer.

Your thinking changes.

MARISSA: Tell me
that got to our new juror.

That she looks moved.

That she looks like she cares?

I'm sorry. I can't tell you that.

Hmm...

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey.

What are you still doing here?

Uh, the case is circling
the drain, thanks to me.

Well, you didn't answer my question.

What are you still doing here
at ten to : at night?

Well, thanks to me,
we're stuck with a new juror

who is inclined to trust people
in authority.

So I figured the key
would be to find some evidence

that proves to her that that guard...

That that authority figure... Is a liar.

Okay. What are all these papers?

Court transcripts.
The guard's testimony.

There's got to be a lie in here.

One provable lie.

I don't think finding a single
provable lie is gonna get it done.

Don't we have to disprove
the one lie that matters most?

Don't we have to prove
that Ronnie never once said

that she was having a seizure?

Don't we have to prove
he was trying to r*pe her?

Will you please wipe that self-pitying,

"Oh, woe is me" look off your face?

What I'm trying to say is,

I don't think it's you who failed here.

I think it might have been me.

(BUZZES SOUNDS)

Ah, well.

Look who it is.

(BUZZER SOUNDS, LOCK CLICKS)

Nice to see you again.

Did you not get enough last time?

Crawling through
every prison vehicle we have,

looking for baby batter?

I promise you, I had enough. Ugh.

I'm just in one of those moments
where, you know, you go back

and you turn over
every rock a second time

'cause there's kind of no other choice.

Sorry. No new rocks here.

(SIGHS) Well, I-I'm not
sure if you're aware of it,

but your friend, Mr. Terrell,

- he testified...
- N-Not my friend. I told you,

I think the guy's dirtier
than a gas station toilet.

He testified in court

that he had to make multiple stops

while transporting prisoners
'cause the vans

that you assigned him
kept breaking down.

Is that true? I mean...

doesn't reflect terribly well
on you or this office.

I would love to deny it.

But the truth is, all our
vehicles have seen better days.

Hell, I had to decommission
another van just last month.

So, wait, are you saying
there's another van out there?

One I never took a look at?

(GAVEL BANGS)

Court is in session.

Mr. Palmer, call your first witness.

The defense would like to recall

prison guard Roland Terrell
to the stand.

Mr. Terrell,

you testified the other
day that you would never

force yourself on a woman,
let alone one under your care.

Do you recall saying that?

Of course I do.

So, let me ask, since you've
ruled out sex without consent,

have you ever had
consensual sex with an inmate?

Mr. Terrell?

(CHUCKLES): No.

Of course not. You know, uh... No.

T-There is no such thing as consensual

when it comes to a prisoner.

So, help me understand.

If you've never had sex with an inmate

under any circumstances, how is it

that a crime scene technician
found your semen

in the prisoner compartment
of a decommissioned prison van?

Objection, Your Honor!
Admits facts without evidence.

CHUNK: My office received
these results just this morning.

I would like to introduce
into evidence a signed affidavit

as to the chain of custody
of DNA evidence,

as well the lab report
verifying that the DNA

belongs to Mr. Terrell.

So entered.

So, Mr. Terrell,
I'm gonna ask you one more time.

How do you account
for the fact that your semen

was found in that van
if you've never had sex

with an inmate in there?

I honestly have no idea.

"Honestly"?

MARISSA: Bull,
come on. Tell me what you see.

Did that do it?
Is our new juror convinced?

BULL: It's tough to tell.

She might as well be a sphinx.

The witness will answer the question.

That's all right, Your Honor.

I believe that the jury can hear

the witness's silence loud and clear.

The defense rests.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant, Ronnie Vincent,

not guilty of all charges.

(EXHALES)

DALTON: Thank you for your service.

You are dismissed.

This court is adjourned.

- (GAVEL BANGS)
- Thank you.

Thank you, both.

Well, I'm just a cheerleader.

He's the quarterback.

So, what happens now?

I still have to go
back there now, don't I?

Maybe. Maybe not for long.

I'd like to file a suit against the city

and the prison, for your as*ault.

I don't understand. I've still
got six months left in there.

Don't you think I should probably just,

like, keep my head down?

Actually, we think the more light

we keep on you and your case,
the safer you'll be.

If we bring enough pressure
to bear, who knows?

Maybe you won't have to serve
those last six months at all.

CHUNK: With your permission,

we'd like to go
to the Department of Justice,

demand an investigation
into the prison's practices.

And our hope is is that, with
all of that federal scrutiny,

the state may very well
just decide to let you go,

with time served.

Do we have your blessing?

(KNOCKING ON GLASS)

He left hours ago.

Hey. You got a sec?

For you? Many seconds.

Uh, thing is, I'm grabbing a drink

about the, uh, D.A. thing.

I thought you had breakfast
with him this morning.

I did.

And, um,

they want an answer.

Tonight.

(EXHALES): Huh.

So what are you gonna tell him?

I mean, that depends.

I would never dream about
doing this if it upset you,

if it upset us,
this thing we've been building.

I'm not sure if you're aware,
but this place means

almost as much to me
as I know it must mean to you.

I know.

Hand to my heart, my only hesitation is

how do I replace you?

Because you are irreplaceable, you know.

Oh, for crying out loud, Bull.

I still need to say yes,
I still need to campaign

and then I need to win.

I'm not going anyplace for a while.

Maybe never.

Well, if you're not going anyplace,

then you absolutely have my blessing.

And even if you don't promise
not to go anyplace,

you still have my blessing and my vote.

As long as I get a bumper sticker.

You get the first one out of the box.

Okay.

Now get out of here. Go sell your soul.

Remember to get a receipt.

And don't forget who your
real friends are, Mr. Big Stuff.

Done and done.

(ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES)

DAVE: Dear Marissa,

What a strange way to cross paths again.

Certain people in your life,
no matter how long it's been

since you've seen them,
you never forget.

I'm not embarrassed to admit,
you're one of those for me.

Not sure if you remember me
driving you to school,

but those drives meant the world to me.

Maybe one of these days we'll
find a way to grab a cup of coffee.

All my best, Dave.

P.S. Looked you up on the Internet

and see that you're married.

Tell your husband I'm jealous.