mr. clyde. i don't see this helping.
divorced. i have a son and daughter. both in college.
things have gone against us. tainted crime scene, evidence thrown out.
the other man doesn't. he'll go down for the crime. that has to count for something.
it's your decision.
young lady. someday you might have our jobs. you know the issues of * the case before the court. speak.
when the day comes that you argue a real case in court, you might refrain from summing up with "duh."
state also approves, your honor.
i'm not blind. yet. i'll do it.
no. she needs to imprint on me. not you, not somebody else.
that's the whole point of this phase. she needs to get the idea that she and i are partners. then the real training can begin. unless you wanna lead me around the rest of my life.
bill! you let all your clients give testimony on the courthouse steps?
fuckface.
long as nobody bumps into me.
till the stitches heal. week or two.
what's going on? nick?
nick, goddamn it, what?
gentlemen, we face a terrible shitstorm of scrutiny in the days to come. we need answers. start with what we know.
oh, fuck me. fuck me.
is that necessary?
that man is frosty.
agreed, but softly. nothing hard- ass, no grand-standing. kid gloves.
depending on who's writing the headline, he's a grieving husband and father who got revenge on the men who murdered his wife and child. public sympathy is to be respected and feared. this could blow up in our faces if we're not careful. we can't look like we're pissed off or have an ax to grind. are we pissed off? do we have an ax to grind?
then stop acting like it.
nick.
i can justify the expense. *
we're talking a high-profile double homicide. order the bed.
clarence darby's defense attorney. he brokered the testimony deal with us ten years ago. he's been missing now since.
weird how?
he donates to eye research?
huh. strange.
what's wrong with solitary?
which makes it premeditated. again.
let's not mistake this! this is not about the two of you!
what can he do? we've got him boxed in. he's isolated, for god's sake.
you gotta be kidding me with this guy.
yeah. okay. i get it.
no. no, we've got two dozen adas on payroll. those eight were picked last night on the spur of the moment. how could he know which eight would show up?
motherfucker! whatever point you had was lost long ago! eight kids dead in that yard, most of them just out of college! eight! i have to talk to their families. i have to try to explain why their loved ones are dead.
who's he pointing at?
fuck him. let him try.
point taken.
shit. i'll be in front of a room full of lawyers. the a.b.a. dinner. i'm the keynote speaker.
that's last minute.
nick? these guys won't even let me pack a bag. not even a toothbrush.
who? who could he have?
him? no--why would clyde let him come talk to us?
i--i don't know.
i don't use salt--my cholesterol. ice? yeah--not long ago.
i don't remember! you track your * use of ice, nick? you keep a daily * log?
nice?
where are you going?
who's winning?
if i had my braille set, i'd clean you out. not much of a game if you have to tell me what my cards are.
people forget. no worries. enjoy your game, fellas.
i'm good. unfamiliar places take me a little longer. but i get there.
how long, man, i'm starving.
it's okay. it's gonna be okay.
there. that's better.