♪ Hey, man ♪
♪ We played ♪
♪ Rubber Soul with a razor blade ♪
♪ Behind the church ♪
♪ Hiding place, it was a long joke ♪
♪ Till the punch line came can you read my mind? ♪
♪ Read my mind... ♪
You about to Hulk out?
I just worked out this morning.
I'm sore.
I do have some light lifting for you. This is jail mail
some from clients, some potentials,
not glamorous, but it is a first year's duty.
Well, then, I will take this task, Nolan Adams,
and find the lessons it has to offer.
Yeah, no, you overshot it a bit.
It's a crap job but I like where your head's at.
Mr. Stark will see you now, Ms. Garetti.
Hannah Atwood.
Family's been with us for 20 years.
That was a tough case. I was the lead on that.
We sidestepped a manslaughter trial
in the death of her boyfriend plead insanity,
so we avoided having to litigate on the issue of guilt altogether.
Hannah's been institutionalized ever since 11 years now.
Mm.
How was it tough?
Hannah had been undergoing treatment
for an anxiety disorder
for most of her teens.
The medication didn't do much because, as it turns out,
she was an undiagnosed schizophrenic.
It reared its head at a fund-raiser
at her family's Westchester estate.
She finally snapped.
What happened?
She bludgeoned her boyfriend with a brick.
Oh, God.
They found her standing over the body. She confessed.
So an insanity plea was the best option to take.
Yeah, but 11 years is what she would've served
Yes. But last time I checked, which was about eight years ago,
she was still catatonic.
Do catatonics write letters?
She wrote this?
Ms. Garetti? Miss Atwood.
Martina. Stark and Rowan.
Hannah. Thanks for coming.
I'm not what you expected.
You weren't even sure it was me who wrote the letter.
From the reports, uh, I wasn't sure what to expect.
Well, I've been on this new medicine 'SYLAD'
for almost a year now, and it's been...
it's been night and day for me.
I feel like I woke up from a coma.
Do you want us to contact your family for you?
We're on retainer, so we...
My father passed and my mother closed the estate,
and she moved to Connecticut.
I didn't want to involve her at this point, in case...
In case what?
I want out, Ms. Garetti.
I don't belong here anymore.
What do your doctors say?
I... I think they'll support me.
Okay.
But I want to do this the proper way.
I don't want to give anyone a reason to say that I'm acting...
...out of line.
I need you to be my voice.
I'm not that old.
I can still have a life.
I was a semester short from finishing college.
I want to get out of here.
I-I want to, I want to bridge the gap that all of this
has created with my mother.
I miss her.
These are all positive things, Hannah.
But... 'cause you killed someone,
it's gonna be hard to win a release.
- I mean, the doctors and judge will say... - Yes, but that's just it.
Over this past year, as I've come out of it...
What?
I remember now
I was in the house when it happened. Someone else killed Carl.
I didn't kill anyone.
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Hannah gave me details of the night without help.
That's a stark contrast from what she said before.
- She remembers everything. - What kind of details?
What food they were serving,
what music was playing when she left the house
to find her boyfriend.
And, more important, she remembers finding Carl
face-down, already dead.
Okay, she could've read a newspaper.
She hasn't had access to police reports, the Internet
or anything while she's been inside.
"Carl Rymer, 22, found with his cranium bashed in"
Lovely.
And look on page four, Riley.
Guests mentioned seeing someone leave early
through the back gate.
- Guys... - Just before the body was found."
That's good. Alternate theory.
Guys... It's a start.
One the police obviously stopped pursuing once Hannah confessed.
All right... She was basically a zombie for the last decade.
Then the miracle drugs kicked in.
All right, first-year, second-year, stop.
There is still a cranium to get past, okay?
There is an easier path to freedom
than a not-guilty verdict.
If she is ruled well enough
to reenter society after a simple competency hearing,
that's it, she's free.
Nolan's right.
All things in their proper order.
Here's the thing: I think she wants more than that.
I think she wants mo than just freedom.
You said she just wants to see her mom,
so this is the fastest way.
Whoa, there's more of you.
So...
if we're successful, then we can avoid a criminal trial altogether.
That's correct, yeah. We should probably reach out to the D.A.
They don't like being blindsided when they think
a murder case is closed you know, sportsmanship.
Is that a problem?
No. No.
♪ Don't ever tell me it's the wrong direction ♪
♪ The luscious life is almost pure perfection... ♪
- New lawyer from a big, fancy firm. - Oh, you got all that from my walk?
- Eh, it kind of more like a strut. - I don't strut.
- That's my sisters. - Yeah, I remember, they do.
They got that from your mom.
Hey, Tommy.
Big city work got you wheeling and dealing with our offices?
I came to see you, actually.
Wanted to give you a little friendly heads up on a hearing.
Friendly?
You do realize district attorneys
are the natural predator of white-shoe lawyers, right?
Well, my shoes are black, so...
Let me see this friendly.
- Competency hearing. - Yeah, she's been in 11 years.
She's ready for release.
This may come as a shock to you,
but we don't so much like releasing murderers around here.
She's a completely different woman now.
There wasn't even a trial.
- The D.A. didn't even prove guilt. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll run it up the flagpole.
Someone from my office will probably
come down and dogfight you in front of the judge.
So...
How is it. Stark and Rowan?
You know, it's not exactly where I thought I was gonna be,
when we were fighting our way through tort reform second year.
But I like it a lot.
Well, good, good.
I'm glad I could help you pull off a maneuver like that.
Hey, I didn't maneuver.
Yeah, you did; let's admit it.
But it's okay, I get it.
The better jobs are all about leveraging offers.
Not better.
Just... different.
Eh, you say "tomato," I say "socket wrench."
Look...
you're gonna be great, and it's our loss.
And thank you
for bringing this to my attention.
Not all defense attorneys play above-board.
I might've, uh, jumped ship from prosecuting,
but I still respect the crew.
We should catch up for real sometime.
Get some drinks after work...
maybe...?
Think about it.
Tell the Garetti girls I said hi.
♪ Let's start a fire, let's start a fire ♪
♪ Let's start tonight... ♪
Oh, wow!
How weird! Look at that.
Actually, my sister loves this place.
And there she is!
Hey, Bon.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.
I was just suddenly... thirsty.
- Mm! Hi. I'm Martina. - Uh, Rick.
Can I get you a drink?
Wow, so you missed your own prom?
No, but I got the French version.
Foreign exchange program
was the best decision I made in high school.
Uh-oh... client.
I have to put out a fire.
Will you please excuse me for a minute?
Should I get pregnant with his babies or what?
First, no. Second, it's four dates.
You don't even meet the real person until date 17.
He asked to be excused to use the phone.
And that's good, right?
- That's like gentlemanly Clark Gable stuff. - Oh, yeah, sure.
Then, date 17, he asks for a threesome.
Mm! Oh...
Look, he's cultured, he's employed,
he's got no visible tattoos...
Look, if you want to take it to the next step,
you know what you have to do.
It's inevitable.
No fires, just a policy question.
So, Rick, I told you about these family dinners, right?
Hey.
Just go through what we talked about, okay?
Good?
Excuse me.
Really.
What are the odds that you pulled this case?
I'd say better than even money,
since I asked for it.
All rise.
Let's get this going.
Everything okay? Yeah.
Fine.
You sure?
Mm-hmm.
As her doctors at Fusco have testified,
Ms. Atwood has responded better
to the glycine reuptake inhibitor SYLAD
than they could've hoped for.
And she plans to continue this medication?
Yes, under private supervision.
Your Honor, after years of struggling with mental illness,
Ms. Atwood has finally found the right medication,
and has a real shot at a normal life.
She's done her time.
Dr. Heller...
as a board member of Eastern Hills,
the pharmaceutical company that manufactures SYLAD,
what can you tell us about the drug?
A year simply isn't enough time
to determine long-term behavior.
The body chemistry can adapt, and patients
should be monitored for at least three years.
I believe that releasing Ms. Atwood too soon
could have disastrous results.
This is, after all, a woman who killed someone.
Objection. That was never proven.
Sustained.
So you believe she is not ready to be released?
Perhaps after another year or two of observation,
but no, not yet.
Since Ms. Atwood's stability
seems to lie so heavily with the efficacy of this drug,
what I needed most was reassurance
from a pharmacologist.
I'm afraid I didn't hear that.
I'm denying Ms. Atwood's release
pending further observation.
We have one more possible option, okay?
Okay, witnesses said they heard a woman scream
just a few minutes after 8:00 P.M.,
right after the cellist stopped playing
and the guests were told dinner was being served.
They ran outside and found Hannah
standing over the body holding a paving stone.
Yeah, but here's the thing.
Hannah remembers the music they were playing Bach's first "Cello Suite"
which means she was inside the house when he was killed, not outside.
- Tough to prove. - A paving stone that's a...?
A brick or a slab used for a driveway or patio.
Right, gardener's daughter.
Landscaper's daughter.
When was Carl killed?
Coroner's report says blood coagulation
shows the victim was dead for about an hour
before they arrived on the scene at 8:15.
Okay, so Carl was killed
sometime between 7:00 and 7:30, give or take,
but Hannah says she didn't get there
till just a few minutes after 8:00.
Did you say the guy who claimed that he saw someone
leave early through the back gate died six years ago?
Unfortunately, yes.
The deck is really stacked.
I don't think Donovan's going to go for it.
We'll see.
He wants us in the conference room in five.
This was part of discovery 11 years ago,
but we didn't go to trial, so I never got to use it.
Carl was your boyfriend?
- Yes. - Oh, my God.
Look at her.
So you were angry with Carl
because he broke up with you yesterday.
She never even thought to ask for counsel.
You followed him to the gazebo, Ms. Atwood?
I was at the gazebo.
You saw Carl, and you hit him
over the head with the brick.
Ms. Atwood.
Then you hit him.
Hit him.
She can't even focus on them.
You killed him
because... I don't know you... you were mad at him.
I killed him.
They're leading her.
She doesn't have the capacity to reason.
This was my big gun,
an obviously coerced confession,
but weeks later, I still couldn't get her to recant.
Well, she has the ability, and she wants to recant now.
We should forge ahead,
try the actual manslaughter case.
I'll present it to her.
I'll go with you.
Okay. Great.
Ken Kesey wrote One Flight Over the Cuckoo's Nest
working in a place like this.
Did you ever read that?
In college. Rutgers, right?
Yeah.
Kesey never saw the movie.
Hello, Ms. Garretti.
Hello. I'm Hannah.
Donovan Stark.
We've met before.
Oh. I'm afraid I don't remember.
It was all a bit foggy at the time.
Please.
Hannah, we've, uh, got her option,
but it's risky.
We ask for a new trial and make a new plea.
But we can't underplay the risk.
Without our involvement,
you'll most likely be released in two years.
If we go to trial and lose,
it could be three or more in prison.
We have a lot against us, Hannah,
starting with the fact that you confessed to murder.
I... I don't remember even talking to the police.
Hannah, when we first met
11 years ago, you couldn't tell me your name.
Now I see a fully lucid woman
who wants somebody to listen.
And I want the chance to make somebody listen.
But the decision
has to come from you.
I... I-I want out of here,
but it's more than just getting out.
I don't want people
thinking I killed someone I cared about.
I don't... I don't want my mom
thinking that I'm a murderer,
because I didn't kill anyone.
You have to tell us, Hannah.
Tell us what you want us to do.
I want my trial.
Then you got it.
You killed him. You were mad at him.
I killed him.
Your Honor, we ask that the confession be dismissed
due to obvious coercion. Ms. Atwood has suffered
from the same disease her whole life. The confession is hereby dismissed.
Further, we file a motion to vacate
under the New York Statute 440.10,
which states the defendant, by reason
of mental disease or defect, was incapable...
Which applies only if the circumstances have changed,
which they have not. Judge Rymer...
Diseases can be cured, Mr. Ligand,
and that confession is garbage.
You got your trial, Ms. Garretti.
All the resources,
all the money,
all the fancy black-shoe lawyers in the world
won't change the facts of the case.
She killed someone.
She says she didn't.
She's got to be the second,
maybe third defendant ever to make that claim.
I've been in a courtroom before.
I know.
It's a bigger arena than the Trenton D.A., though.
Those big-money clients of yours
expect big-money results.
And losing for a client twice,
It's hard not to notice.
People talk.
Talking doesn't bother me.
And I have no intention of losing.
Nobody ever does.
Oh, something smells ripe.
Is that orange chicken?
I could inhale Chinese right now.
Starving.
We need to verify Hannah's alibi that she was
inside the house at the time of murder.
Riv's going to interview guests from the party tomorrow.
You're going to ask people to remember the ticktock
of a party from ten years ago?
- Good luck. - This guy, Carl,
no enemies at the party who could have been gunning for him?
- No. - How about party pictures?
- Are you going to eat that? - No. Go ahead.
Really think people would still have pictures ten years later?
You're not thinking nearly private jet enough.
I guarantee you they had
a professional photographer cover that event.
Now, go home, Jersey girl.
This just came for you.
New York District Attorney's Office,
Tommy Ligand. Hmm.
Making friends?
There's no way that doesn't have meaning.
- We're here! - Better than that instant crap.
That is the instant crap.
About time, Albert.
Ooh. For you, my darling. Mm-hmm. Fancy-pants.
- Aah! Save some for your nephews. - I'm a lumberjack. I need my strength.
Yeah, you'd do well working at a mill.
I'll get all my stuff out of here eventually.
I promise. Do it one by one if you like.
Okay? All the more time for me to see my baby.
Okay, Charlie's plunked down in front of the TV.
Thanks so much for watching him, Ma.
Oh, of course, of course. I don't know why
teacher conference day means that the kids get the day off.
Oh, please. You know she loves having them.
Yes, I do. You working on a new case, honey?
Uh, kind of, yeah.
Uh, looks like Tommy's my opposing counsel.
- Tommy Tommy? - The very one.
I like Tommy.
What, I don't like Tommy?
Albert, you don't say that you like
your sister's ex-boyfriend.
I don't? No.
You get on board with hating him.
I don't hate Tommy. He's a good guy.
And it was a long time ago, okay?
Mmm, law school wasn't that long ago.
All right, all right, okay?
So we all excited to meet Bon's new man?
Ain't exactly our first rodeo.
Anything's better than that stereo salesman.
The DEA ever end up nabbing him?
Oh, really, Mr. One And Done?
You ever even made eye contact with a girl who wasn't a stripper?
Not on purpose.
Okay, just don't sabotage me.
Don't talk about wanting kids; not too much
sports talk from you; and not a lot of legal blah-blah from you.
Okay, yeah, we'll just talk about puppies.
That's all that's left. Right.
I'll walk you out.
What is it?
Listen.
At your work, can you ask Riv to do one of those
- background checks on Bonnie's guy? - Mom, no.
I met him. He seemed fine.
Well, seeming is a long way from believing, sweetie.
And when you add the whole Bonnie factor... please.
Just stop worrying, okay? I got to get to work.
Bye. Bye.
Hey, Riv. How's my favorite private investigator?
I'm at guest number 12.
We just went through
their indoor pool, and now we just passed
the outdoor pool, you know.
When the apocalypse happens, you think these, uh,
Hearst Castle types will be the first to go or the last?
No, they go to their own little planet they've prepaid for.
I want my own planet.
I got to prep Hannah.
Will you call me if you find any bombshells
when interviewing the witnesses?
Okay.
And, Riv, can you, uh,
run a background check on someone for me?
Who? Another D.A. witness?
This new guy my sister's seeing.
Ah.
What are you thinking?
Possible cannibal?
Very funny.
All right.
The Atwoods were holding
a fund-raiser for the MacManus Museum.
It turned into such an awful night.
Mrs. Childs, you, uh... you told the police
that, uh, Hannah was upset that night, right?
Yes, but I don't remember much.
It's been so long.
You might want to ask Lorraine Beckett.
She tried to talk to her. Beckett.
Do you, uh... you have her number?
Hannah struggled with anxiety,
so it was no surprise that she was so quiet.
But this time, she seemed really withdrawn.
I tried to ask her questions about her college courses,
but she said nothing.
She wouldn't even look at me.
My window treatments are being judged
even as we speak, so I need to go.
One last question, Ms. Beckett.
Did you see Hannah with her boyfriend, Carl, at the party?
I don't remember.
Only time I saw Hannah
with Carl was when she was standing over his body.
After we heard the screams and went out back...
Yeah, but what did she look like? What was going on?
- It was a long time ago. - Yeah, but you said you saw her
standing over the body, right?
Did she have something in her hand or...?
I heard she had a brick or something.
You heard that, but you didn't see it?
Cute dog.
Look, your testimony is going to be critical
- in winning this acquittal. - I'm ready.
Okay.
Hannah, the D.A. is going to come at you pretty hard.
Do you think you're ready for that?
How hard?
Let me show you.
I'm the D.A.
Some witnesses say you were agitated, Ms. Atwood.
That your behavior changed as the night went on.
Did something happen over the course of the evening
to set you off?
No. It was a function like any other my family had.
Okay, well, do your other family functions
end like this?
Uh, no.
Tell me what you remember of that night.
Uh, I remember talking to the gallery owner
about the new Matisse
and having a glass of white burgundy.
Okay, well, that was at the beginning of the night.
What about later?
Did you talk to anyone
just before 8:00? It was a party.
Of course I did.
Then what happened?
The music stopped,
they announced that dinner was being served.
So, I looked around for Carl,
and, um, I couldn't find him.
Go on.
I went into the garden,
and I thought I saw... something.
Saw what?
The next thing I remember,
I was out by the gazebo,
I was pulling on my braids.
I was practically yanking them out...
and my mom, my mom,
she was shaking me out of a trance.
Seeing him like that, it must have sent me into shock.
Seeing him? Carl?
Seeing Carl's body?
Uh, um...
You know, police reports say
witnesses found you standing over the body
with the murder weapon in hand
moments before you screamed!
No, no, I did not have anything in my hand!
I did not. No!
I did not do this! Okay, Hannah.
I didn't do this! Okay, okay.
I did not do this.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay. Shh. It's okay. It's okay.
It's a desert flower.
Does it even need water?
Everything needs water. Right?
Anyone ever given you a cactus, Cyndi?
No. Only chocolates and diamonds.
But I set that mandate very early.
- Tommy was sending a message. - You're prickly?
Something like that.
Donovan just asked for you.
You decide.
Oh.
Martina Garretti, I'd like you to meet Judith Atwood.
This is Hannah's mother.
Ms. Atwood.
Nice to meet you.
How is she?
Hannah?
Given the circumstances, very well.
Hmm.
Hope can be a cruel thing.
I went to see her a lot at first.
It just got so hard.
They tell you your child has done
these terrible things.
You never lose your instinct to love them.
It's a lot to reconcile.
Hannah's doing this to prove she's not a murderer.
Your relationship,
that's what's driving her.
Hmm. I haven't seen her in a year.
No one is judging you, Judith.
Really?
I want to help her,
to make is happen,
but I don't know what to do.
Do you have any photos of that night?
The photography service that covered it,
they went out of business.
We had some done, yes.
I never looked at them when they came in.
I had no desire to relive the night.
They might still be in the house.
In the attic.
Your house in Connecticut?
No, the house here, where the murder... happened.
Judith, it would be
a big help if we could see those pictures.
Yes, okay.
I think I should go and settle in.
Thank you.
We'll be in touch.
Lisa, would you see Ms. Atwood out, please?
Riv came up empty with the party guests.
You know, if you've
lost confidence in us winning this, I'll understand.
I don't want to see Hannah go to prison, either.
Go to the house, get the pictures.
While you're there,
take a look at the murder scene again.
If they broke up the night before,
why did Carl go to the party with her?
'Cause she didn't want to go alone.
It was the exact type of showy society thing
that she had a hard time with.
He knew that, so he went with her.
He was a nice guy.
Yeah, well, nice guys finish dead, unfortunately.
Well, you're still walking.
You don't know the dark side, Garretti.
Oh, hey, I ran into your sister's man.
That guy's got a rap sheet as long as my...
Well, let's just say arm. Tell her to stay away.
Oh, my God. Seriously?
No, he's clean.
Are you sure you're Italian?
You're too easy.
Hannah says she walks outside from the parlor
and sees the body... here.
Ah, the parlor.
That's what we used to call my living room, too.
Okay, you know,
her boyfriend breaks up with her the night before,
I mean, I can understand
her being depressed and quiet in the party,
but going into a rage and killing him?
Devil's advocate, all right? She is mentally ill.
I don't know.
Maybe she saw her ex talking to another girl,
and she went off.
What're you doing?
Hey, if you're thinking about taking a swing at me,
I got ninja moves, baby.
You never see them coming.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
You telling me she just reaches down,
picks this up and kills him?
I can barely lift it.
Well, with his back turned, maybe.
You're not helping. I don't know.
Look, you said Hannah claims
that she wasn't holding the murder weapon, right?
And everyone I talked to the other day
can't definitively say that she was.
You know?
In court, you can knock down their account easy.
You were a cop.
Ever know anyone to embellish an eyewitness account
when the killer's in the crosshairs?
And the back gate's right there.
Easy for someone to slip out of here.
I found these photos.
Oh, thank you.
Mrs. Atwood, the trial starts next week.
Did you see anything?
I mean, did Hannah say anything to you?
Kids are so secretive about those things at that age.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Something was.
Something happened to make Hannah snap.
We'll, uh, we'll take a look at these.
Okay, so we've I.D.'d all the party guests
in the pictures except... these two.
No, no, I Google Imaged that guy.
He checks out.
So it's just them.
Is Mrs. Atwood still around?
Maybe she knows.
I think we scared her off.
There's too much history in these pictures.
What are you thinking?
Hannah doesn't have braids.
Not in any of these photographs.
What does that mean?
I'm not sure.
But she specifically described herself
as having braids that night.
I don't wear it like that much anymore.
At all, really.
But that's how you wore it that night?
Yes.
Hannah, you're not wearing your hair in braids
in any of the pictures from that night.
Something's wrong.
These pictures, they must be doctored,
'cause that's how I wore it.
Your mother says you haven't worn your hair in braids
since you were a little girl.
Hannah?
Hannah, what is it?
Why is this in here?
Do you know them?
Hannah, do you think you know him?
He's supposed to be in Chicago.
He's supposed to be in Chicago?
This man's supposed to be in Chicago?
Hannah, how do you know him?
When I was a little,
he was a family friend.
Was he a family friend, that you didn't like very much?
Hannah, did he abuse you?
I-I-I was nine when I...
I was nine years old.
For two years, he...
Why are you showing me this?!
It's been 25 years! I haven't seen him in 25 years!
He was at the party.
That's why he's in the pictures.
No! No!
Hannah, calm down.
Get these away!
Help! We need some help, please!
So the psychiatrist said it was conflated memory?
Yes. It's when two memories converge and become one tangled narrative.
His guy's name is Jake Beckett. He's divorced from Lorraine Beckett,
one of the D.A.'s witnesses.
He's a hedge fund guy, spends lots of time in Chicago.
Hannah said she told Carl at the beginning of their relationship
what Jake had done to her as a child.
Look, we have a new theory.
You want to hear it?
I don't have a choice, do I?
- Uh, no, you don't. - I see.
All right, wait for me in the car. I'll be right down.
Okay, this'll just take a minute.
Okay.
Okay, we're theorizing
when Beckett showed up unexpectedly at the party that night,
Carl confronted him by the gazebo, and Beckett killed him.
When they called for dinner, Hannah went out to look for Carl.
She then went into shock when she saw he'd been killed.
After seeing Beckett, and finding Carl dead,
she conflated the memory and merged her previous encounters
with this creep into one night.
That's why she remembers herself with braids.
She wore them when she was abused by him.
That's why she remembers her mother
shaking her out of a stupor, huddled in the corner.
'Cause that's how she behaved after her abusive encounters with him.
Hannah must not have told her mother about the abuse.
That's a strong theory,
one that could make the pieces fit.
Beckett is definitely not in New York or Chicago.
The ex-wife is the key then.
So why are you standing here?
Everything hinges on Lorraine Beckett.
She's the case.
You have to get to her and you have to break her.
Why didn't you tell me you had a husband, Ms. Beckett?
You didn't ask.
And I don't have a husband.
Not anymore.
And, no, I have no idea where he is now,
so, if you will excuse me,
I have a luncheon with my bridge club to go to.
Been a rough haul since the divorce, Ms. Beckett
two DUI's, a drop in finances
you should hear what your bridge friends said to us.
They have nothing better to do than to gossip
about affairs and tax cheats
and other people's kids screwing up.
Sounds like fun. Can you get me into the circle?
We gravitate to what we know,
and then we cling to it for real life.
We uncovered a child abuse allegation
against your husband, eight years ago.
Was that the first time, Ms. Beckett?
Or was is just the last time
your were willing to see it happen?
You divorced your husband soon after that.
You know, the statute of limitations for abuse
has run out on Hannah Atwood, but not on this other victim.
We got him on child abuse.
But that's not all we're talking about, is it?
You know, I could walk down the street,
and start knocking on your neighbors' doors,
ask them about your husband's inclinations.
I could go to the club and ask, the tea parties...
or you could get ahead of it.
'Cause I think you been waiting 11 years for someone to ask.
Hannah's suffered enough.
Jake is gone.
Tell me what happened that night.
Another witness said they saw someone leave early.
Was it your husband?
When we...
...got there th-that night, I...
I saw that poor girl.
She blanked out when she saw him, and I knew...
I knew what he'd done to her.
And then, um...
later that night, he came here and...
...he had spots of blood on his shirt collar.
I knew that kid was already dead.
Obviously, everyone did.
Jake had already left the party.
He left early.
I asked him directly about it when he got back that night.
I asked him if...
he had killed that boy,
because Hannah had told him what Jake did.
And what did your husband say?
He looked directly into my eyes and he didn't say anything.
Not one word.
Ms. Beckett... that is called an implied admission,
because any reasonable person would deny it.
It's fully admissible.
Lorraine, where's your husband now?
Somehow, some way, you gotta help us get him.
I have a granddaughter...
she's eight months old.
He's been asking to see her and, and we haven't let him.
I think it's time you do.
Yeah, I'm Jake.
Linus Rorbacher alias Jake Beckett?
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney...
In light of the recent arrest of Jake Beckett,
Your Honor, at this time, the D.A. would like to drop
all charges against Hannah Atwood.
The charges are hereby dismissed.
The defendant is free to go.
You know, I have a ridiculously overpriced
bottle of single malt back at the office...
and on the occasion we have a big coup,
I like to raise a glass with the partners.
Love to have you join us.
I'm more of a beer girl.
Well, there's no reason to behave like animals.
I would love to, but I have a family commitment.
I think I'm gonna feel sorry for tonight's main course.
A rain check?
Rain check.
Nice win.
Thank you.
Garretti!
That's the second time you guys have managed
to get her off without going to trial.
Yeah, well, I can only take credit for one of them.
Hey, anytime you get a W, take all the credit you can get.
You're in shark-infested waters now, Marty.
Wins are commodities.
Wins are people.
Right, right, I keep forgetting,
being the soulless D.A. that I am.
You're really good. At defense.
Maybe even better than prosecuting.
Thanks, Tommy.
Means a lot, coming from you.
A cactus?
Really?
Can't decide whether to water it?
♪ I got a man, he's at first appealing... ♪
I got into insurance by happenstance.
I took a seminar in Boise about job stability.
- I been to Boise before. - It's a great city.
I thought it smelled like an armpit.
Great city.
Did Bonnie tell me you went to school for poetry?
Poli-Sci.
Oh. But, technically,
I did minor in poetry, actually
17th-century French poetry.
I have to get the dessert.
Say something dirty in French.
That little Satan-spawned miscreant
brought the most stripper-looking stripper
he could find on purpose.
So...
He's a good height.
Come on, he's smart,
- he's classy, he's cultured... - All good things.
For somebody else.
You know what? I can't win with you guys.
Come on, how many brunches
with Mr. Poetry Insurance Man
before you want to get a beer at a Giants game?
Rick doesn't like football.
- Oh, my God. - I know.
Okay, look, you need more danger.
Come on, I mean, it's the first thing that Garretti girls require, right?
Oh, what, like Dad?
Anyone else want to jam a fork in their ears
whenever that Rex guy talks?
Okay, the guy's a good man.
- He's just not Bonnie's man. - That's right.
But... he is a guest in our home,
and guests get dessert.
I'm not promising to stay sober.
- Where'd the cactus come from? - I didn't want it at the office.
Gift from Tommy.
His way of sending a message.
That last year of law school,
when it looked like I was gonna have to take a year off
'cause of the tuition hike...
Yeah.
Tommy offered me a loan.
Wait... he drove that piece of crap car,
and he had money to loan?
I said no.
He said I was determined to show everybody
that I was capable of sustaining myself.
Just like a cactus.
That's funny.
Hey, at least you can pick 'em.
I can't make heads or tails of men.
Bon, come on.
You, you make their heads and tails spin round and round.
Just think with, uh, Rick, you overcorrected.
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