Diggstown (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Willy MacIsaac Redux - full transcript
Marcie's previous client Willie MacIsaac resurfaces, but this time Willie has been charged with the murder of his ex-wife, Gloria. Doug fights for a nurse accused of stealing from a coma-stricken elderly patient.
Previously on Diggstown.
Marcie: Mr. Elvins.
I need her to stop.
All you need to do is get me
a complete shareholders list.
Leah: Sure, done.
Marcie: Thanks Leah.
Julia's shareholders.
Leah:
You said you needed that
information for a client,
not to advance a
hostile takeover.
How could you put me
in this position?
Ezra: Marcie, it's Ezra,
the new CEO of Clarke Media.
I couldn't have done
this without you.
[air whooshing]
Willy Maclsaac: I'm telling you,
there's something wrong
with your machine,
I haven't been drinking.
Marcie: This is your fourth DUI.
Please, help me.
Marcie: Honestly Willy,
I hope we never meet again.
[laughs] That's fair.
Woo! [salsa music]
[salsa music]
I feel it!
Give it your sweat.
Oh yeah!
Relax, no, you have
to surrender to him.
[salsa music]
Yes, make it hotter,
show me the heat!
Yes, spicy hips,
spicy hips, yeah.
That's lovely.
Yeah.
Instructor:
Move your hips,
move your hips.
Can you help her with that?
You, come.
You're the man?
Lead me.
Good, that's it.
Good.
Woo, don't drop me!
Yes!
Instructor: How's that?
Good. - We'll work on trust.
Yep, we'll work on that.
You had enough?
Oh yeah.
Whose idea was this?
You know whose idea this was.
[chuckling]
[phone ringing]
Instructor: Hips ladies!
Marcie Diggs.
Willy: Marcie,
it's Willy.
Marcie: Willy?
Willy, what's wrong?
[sighs]
[dramatic beat]
I'm in trouble.
[tense music]
Willy:
And I don't think he
even knew the difference.
Sorry, I'm a
little early, Willy.
Yeah, well you
could have waited.
Willy:
Hey, you guys take care
of each other, okay?
Mary Pat: This isn't right,
you locked up in your own home
like some kind of criminal.
Ma, it's house arrest,
could be in a cell.
You be good for
your grandmother.
He's going to Aunt Clara's,
Mary Pat's got her hands
full with this one.
Dad, are you gonna be okay?
Yes, yes, my secret
weapon just walked in.
Come on.
Marcie:
They wanna talk to
both of your kids.
The police feel
that they might be
able to provide
some insight into
the relationship
between you-
I-I can say no to this?
We can say no to this?
Oh, police ain't
getting near my kids.
Prosecutor can issue a subpoena.
No, I don't wanna
put them through
that Marcie,
I mean it's bad
enough that
they had to
live through our marriage.
Marcie:
Well if
they don't appear
the judge can issue
a bench warrant.
For kids?
Marcie:
Listen, this
isn't a big deal-
You ain't hearing me,
I don't want my kids
anywhere near the cops.
Marcie:
Why are you making
this a thing?
Willy: What if I take a plea?
You wanna plead guilty?
You've been saying
you're innocent
for the last three months.
Okay, if you're telling
me that you did this,
then fine,
I-I'll work this out, but-
Willy are you really
prepared to go to jail
for six to ten years for
something you didn't do?
What's going on in
that head of yours?
Mary Pat: Quit bullying him.
Mrs. Maclsaac,
Willy and I are having a
private conversation here.
He said he wants to take a plea.
Just go do your job.
This is my guy,
he's mad 'cause I'm late.
[laughs] Hey, Mr. Paul.
Doug: Hey, Neve.
Gareth: Sorry, man.
My alarm didn't go off,
the bus was late,
she can't miss her appointments.
Doug:
Don't worry, I'll
explain that to the judge.
We should go.
Mr. Paul-
Yeah?
You're gonna keep my
dad out of jail, right?
Gareth: Hey, come on now honey,
innocent people
don't go to jail.
Right, Doug?
That is the hope.
Yeah, that's fine.
Okay, I gotta go, mmhmm.
Good morning.
Well, I was just thinking
about you and here you are.
What can I do for you?
I'm going after your boy,
Ezra Elvins.
Tax evasion, fraud,
insider trading, tipping,
the whole thing.
Oh.
Well, good luck with that.
Look, I know you were
on his legal team
when we were at M&M,
you provided him
with legal advice.
That's also privileged
communication, okay.
I gotta go.
What about his takeover
of Clarke Media?
[suspenseful music]
I wasn't-
Ezra Elvins told
Clarke Media shareholders
a story about the owner of
the company being unstable,
unfit following the
death of her son.
Several of those shareholders
say he got the story from you.
Where are you going
with this Avery?
They backed him in a takeover
which put him at the helm
of Clarke Media, Marcie,
and he sold it for parts.
Marcie, these cronies
of your Mr. Elvin's,
they don't want
their money back,
they wanna see him
behind bars for the rest
of his natural life.
And I've been the
one chosen to do it.
Well I can't help you.
Marcie, I'm gonna
give you some time
to think about this, okay?
If you know anything
or if you're involved
in this mess in any way,
then you need to tell me now.
Later, I may not be in
a position to help you.
[soft dramatic music]
You never change.
[sighs]
Did you ever meet a ladder
you couldn't resist climbing?
[soft dramatic music]
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I'm so confused, Marcie,
are we starting a
preliminary hearing
or is your guy pleading?
Mr. Maclsaac's willing
to take a plea.
And admit to murdering his ex-
Manslaughter.
Whatever,
admit to committing
a crime he just spent
the last three months denying.
What changed?
Well, he knows that if
I'm to defend him properly,
there are some unflattering
things about the deceased
that'll show up in court.
Willy doesn't want
his kids to see that,
he wants us to work
out a fair deal.
Oh, and what is considered fair
when it comes to
pushing your ex-wife
down a flight of stairs
and cracking open
her skull, huh?
Ten years? Fourteen?
I'm gonna say five, out in two.
[laughs] This is like
negotiating screen time
with my kids.
I say 15 minutes,
they want two hours.
Six I will think about.
Whaddaya got,
a couple of
old 911 calls
from when they
were going through
a divorce,
and an eyewitness
who can testify
to Willy racing into
his ex-wife's house
with her blood
on his hands and his clothes?
Come on.
What I have is motive,
opportunity, pathology
Preliminary.
That proves our
theory of the case,
plus there is the
contusion on the
victim's cheek,
bruising around her neck,
which my guys will
say is from a fight
with your client
prior to being pushed
down a flight of stairs.
Sera, you have a theory,
you do not have a case.
Notice you're the
one looking for a plea?
Six years, two in prison,
four years probation.
Six, he serves four and
I'm only making that offer
because you are not about
to waste the court's time
arguing an owl flew
in through the window
and knocked her down
a flight of stairs.
Come to think of it-
Sera:
Take it to your
client, Marcie,
I am due in court.
[suspenseful music]
Having to negotiate
with pawnbrokers
for the return of
family heirlooms.
I can't begin to
tell you how
humiliated I felt.
My sister-
My sister wanted
to call the police
immediately.
I guess I just wanted to believe
that it was all just a
big misunderstanding.
Mom's elderl,
she gets confuse,
but then the money,
the cheque,
the tens of thousands
of dollars.
It became clear we needed
the police to intervene.
Prosecutor:
Mr. Zehr, have you
had the opportunity
to ask your mother how
her money and possessions
ended up in Mr. Norton's hands?
Mr. Zehr: No.
Unfortunately, my
mother's been in a coma
for the last three weeks.
Prosecutor: And prior to that,
did your mother give
you or your sister
any indication of
the relationship
between her and Mr. Norton?
Mr. Zehr:
There was no relationship.
He's a thief.
Doug: Objection, Your Honour.
I agree.
Prosecutor:
We're done with this witness.
You were in Halifax
five weeks ago for work?
Yes.
Did you visit your mother?
Mr. Zehr:
I was here for less
than 48 hours,
my schedule was back-to-back,
there was no time.
Your Honour, I'd like
to direct the witness
to defence exhibit CC-12,
a receipt from the
Gio Restaurant
at the Prince George Hotel.
Sir, can you tell
me the time printed
at the top of the receipt?
It says 5:30 pm.
But your reservation was for 7?
Your mom lives on Ogilvie,
which is a 15 minute
drive from Gio.
You arrived an hour
and a half early
for a 7 o'clock reservation,
yet you couldn't make
the time to see her?
I didn't want to
disrupt her schedule.
Doug:
Isn't it true you've
made 15 trips to Halifax
in the last 12 months,
and you haven't made the
effort to see her once.
I call her, all the time.
Doug: Mr. Zehr,
isn't this entire
criminal complaint
driven by my client's refusal
to return a set of wedding rings
your mother gave him as a gift
for his daughter?
She would never part
with those rings.
Doug:
You know the value
of those rings?
I don't see why that's relevant.
Your Honour, I-
Answer the question.
The set's been
appraised at $30,000.
No time to visit your elders,
but plenty of time to have
her valuables appraised.
Prosecutor:
Objection, Mr. Paul
is testifying.
Doug:
I think I'm done with
this witness, Your Honour.
Diana:
So my youngest is
getting married this year,
and I've told her,
if I pay I get a say.
She changed her tune
pretty quick after that.
Blair:
[laughs] I'm trying to pay
off my kids' student loans
and at this rate I'm
gonna be working forever.
[laughing]
Hey, oh, no, no, no, no, no,
where do you think you're going?
Home.
Well what are you so sour about?
Oh, ex-spouses and kids
with their hands out,
I've been there, done that,
I'm done talking it to death.
Oh, come on, man,
have another beer.
On me.
Ooh, magic words, hey Reggie?
One.
Blair: There you go.
Two Keith's.
Hey, I've been
meaning to ask, ah,
I need you to do me
a little favour.
[laughs] There's no such
thing as a free lunch.
No no, come on,
don't be like that.
Now listen, I gotta get
outta town tomorrow,
I'm not gonna be
back until mid-week,
I wanna know if
you'll sub in for me
with my first year
class at the law school?
[laughs] I don't
think you want that.
Blair: Come on, it's nothing.
I'm sure you've got enough war
stories they can learn from.
Diana: Reggie is right.
I mean, you're not the voice
of a generation, are you?
You know what Blair?
Why the hell not?
Are you sure buddy?
I got ya covered.
[suspenseful music]
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Pam: How's it going?
Do you have a minute?
Yeah.
Good.
So, he's smiling, right?
Mmhmm.
Marcie:
Then, he gets a phone call,
and then he just trips
out of his senses,
he's-he's angry.
Pam:
Who do you think
he's talking to?
[suspenseful music]
[phone dialling]
Operator:
The number you have
reached is not in service.
Marcie:
I saw you joking and laughing
with the Commissionaire
when you crossed the bridge,
and then you get a phone call,
then you just go nuts.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Why are you lying to me?
I'm not.
Here's what I know.
This phone number was
registered to a cell phone plan
that you had so that
your kids could call you
when they needed to.
Come on Willy, just
tell me the truth.
Becca called me,
Gloria was getting
after her for nothing.
I got Gloria on the phone,
I reamed her out,
I mean, that woman was
ruining my life, Marcie,
and the way that she would
go after those kids-
So you confronted her-
Willy: No, I wanted to.
But I, uh-
I went to get some flowers
for a lady I was dating,
when I got to Gloria's-
Becca-
Becca-
She was sobbing.
I tried to get her to
tell me what happened,
but she was shaking,
like she was in shock.
I cleaned her up.
I called my ma,
and I got her to pick
her up at this park,
it's just a couple
blocks from there.
I-I just had to get her
out of there, Marcie.
[soft dramatic music]
Well we have to
tell the prosecutor.
We can fight this.
I know how the law
works, Marcie,
and they're gonna try to
turn this all around on her.
And I will not gamble
with my daughter's life.
And I want you to
go and tell them
that I'm gonna do the time.
[soft dramatic music]
Randy:
You need to stop running
off at the mouth.
Mary Pat:
You're threatening me, Randy?
Randy: I didn't kill Gloria.
Mary Pat:
Don't mistake me for her.
Randy: Yeah, well I know people.
Mary Pat: Oh yeah?
Come for me, see what happens.
Randy:
You gotta stop spreading
lies about me and Gloria.
Lies?
Don't pretend like you
weren't knocking her around.
Yeah, but I didn't kill her.
Neither did my son.
Mrs. Maclsaac-
Bye, Randy.
You see I've got company?
[car engine fires up]
[tires screeching]
I need to talk to Becca.
Not happening.
Better I speak to
her than the police.
Becca: Grandma, it's Dad,
He says he wants
me to talk to her.
[soft instrumental]
[sighs]
Dad said I can trust you.
You can tell me anything.
Mom and I were having a fight,
she was so mad
'cause I forgot to get
Miles to soccer practice
and she was just going off
about how we were the reason
that Mr. Slaney didn't
want to see her again,
and she said if she
didn't need the money
she'd let Dad have us full-time.
Miles started to cry and
she told him to stop,
but he ran off.
Mary Pat: He took the bus here.
Becca:
I tried to follow him
but she blocked my way.
She was yelling and-
I called Dad.
I could hear him screaming
at her through the phone.
I tried to go up the stairs
but she grabbed for my arm
and scratched me.
I just wanted her off.
I, I didn't mean to.
[cries] Her insulin
thing started going off,
I thought that was the reason
that she wasn't moving but-
then I saw the blood.
There was so much.
Mary Pat:
It's okay, girl,
it's okay.
You're gonna be all right.
[soft crying]
Mary Pat:
You're gonna be okay. Shh.
It's okay. It's all right.
She needs counselling.
Don't need her running off
her mouth to strangers.
I can take care of
my granddaughter.
Did you know that
Gloria was a diabetic?
She used to wear some
kind of silly belt
to get attention, yeah.
Listen, you should have the
cops look into Randy Slaney,
Gloria's ex-boyfriend.
According to the kids,
those guys fought
like cats and dogs.
Apparently she got rotten
because he wouldn't
leave his wife.
Wasn't going quietly,
if you know what I mean.
I can't mount an
alternate suspect theory
I know to be false.
Mary Pat: Bloody lawyers.
Any excuse not to do your job.
Jesus. [phone rings]
Marcie: Marcie Diggs.
Ezra: Marcie, it's Ezra,
I need to see you.
Mr. Elvins, I, uh-
Ezra:
Marcie, it's not a request.
I'll see you in an hour,
Duncan's Cove.
[ominous instrumental]
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♪
[distant motorcycle revving]
What have you been
saying, Marcie?
I don't wanna be
involved in this.
You are involved.
Because you involved me.
You were supposed
to sell the shares,
buy yourself a gown,
a surfboard,
whatever it is you do.
It wasn't meant
to be a keepsake.
What do you want from me?
Your fealty.
You and that prosecutor,
pretty friendly.
Don't allow that friendship
to cloud your judgement,
or cause you to forget who I am.
[suspenseful instrumental]
I'm well aware of who
you are, Mr. Elvins.
Of course you are, Marcie.
Doug:
PI report from the prosecutor.
Explain.
It's true.
Doug:
This makes you
look really bad.
Doug, come on man, I was-
I was 19, I was 20, uneducated,
I barely had a pot
to piss in, so-
Those old folks, they just, uh-
They just want somebody to pay
a little attention to them,
you know.
Somebody to listen to the
stories about the glory days,
if they wanted to give
me a little extra-
Or you took a little extra?
Yeah.
But that was 15 years ago,
that's before Patricia and Neve.
The guy in this report's not me.
Doug: He is you.
Your regret, it doesn't change-
Gareth:
Except I didn't steal
anything from Isabelle.
Doug:
She's in a coma Gareth,
we don't have her evidence,
we have this.
And if the judge allows
that into evidence-
Yep.
You're telling me that
I'm gonna go to jail?
No, but you should
start considering
who'll be a good guardian to-
So after court tomorrow you
should come to the office.
Our social worker, Iris Beals,
she'll run you through all the-
No, I, look,
I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything.
Isabelle's my friend.
She's good to me,
she's good to Neve.
She gave us these things
because she wants to help.
Gareth, I-
Gareth: Please, Doug.
My daughter needs me.
Don't you let them do
this to me, please.
Okay.
Marcie!
Hey, I didn't see any
mention of an insulin pump
in the logbook of items
from the crime scene.
Sera:
I will talk to
the investigators,
but we have a bigger issue.
Hot off the press, pathology.
Seems like your client
tried to cover up his crime.
What are you talking about?
Sera:
They found tissue
under the victim's nails,
can't be conclusively ID'd,
but someone,
your client,
soaked the victim's fingers
in bleach after killing her.
He's clever, I will
give him that.
Tell him if he agrees to 15,
I will agree to
let him out in 10.
See you inside.
[dramatic instrumental]
Marcie:
These things come out, Willy.
However smart you think you are,
the investigators,
the-the scientists,
the lawyers,
they're smarter.
The truth will come out.
Yeah, why do you think I
was trying to take the plea?
Now look what you got us into.
Marcie:
You wanted me to negotiate,
I could have closed this.
Well, go back.
Go back, tell 'em.
Tell 'em I'll take it.
I know that you think
that taking a plea
is gonna protect Becca,
but I gotta tell you,
the young woman that
I saw the other day,
she needs her father.
You take this plea
and your kids haven't
only lost their mother,
they lose their dad too.
Willy: Yep.
I mean, you're asking me to
put my faith in a system
that guts people
like me and my kids.
No Willy, I'm asking
you to have faith in me.
Don't take a plea when you
know that we can fight this.
Prosecutor:
The private
investigator's report
provides a clear picture
of the defendant's pattern
of befriending and
defrauding elderly patients.
Doug: It's hearsay, Your Honour.
Miss Keen knows this.
If they'd like to place
a pause on the trial
until they're able to
bring forth the folks
that are interviewed in
Mr. MacNeill's report,
we're happy to agree.
What do you he to say
to that, Miss Keen?
That's very generous of
Mr. Paul, Your Honour.
However, that is impossible.
And why is that?
They died, Your Honour.
The victims interviewed
by Mr. MacNeill have died.
That's unfortunate,
as Mr. Paul is correct.
Allowing Mr. MacNeill's
report would be hearsay.
The PI report will not
form part of the evidence.
Reggie:
So your client comes in
facing a drug charge,
heroin,
what's the first
question you ask?
[light-hearted music]
Dee: Did you do it?
Were you properly Mirandized?
We don't have "Miranda" here.
No, you're all wrong.
It was a trick question.
You don't ask questions.
You listen, you watch.
Not all clients
are created equal.
How are they dressed?
Is it a man or a woman?
What's their racial or
cultural background?
Oliver:
So we're back to
blaming the victim?
Reggie:
Yeah, you could
put it that way.
A good lawyer starts
building his defence
the moment that a client
walks in the door.
Now I have 30 or 40
open files on the go
at any given moment.
It's important that you
assess very quickly,
who you can get an acquittal-
Oliver:
And who you feed
to the wolves.
Reggie:
And who is best
off with a plea.
Oliver: Same thing.
Hey, just 'cause
it worked in 1962
doesn't mean it's
gonna work now, bruh.
Bay Street lawyer or surgeon?
You lost me, dude.
Your parents?
The only people I know
that show up at law school
and waste everybody's time
are folks that don't need to
be here in the first place.
Is there a lecture hall with
your family's name on it
around here somewhere?
Look, I'm here because you
guys and your future clients
deserve real talk,
not something that you're gonna
read in a bloody textbook.
Now you wanna be glib and
put on a show, you can leave.
No, actually leave.
I'm sorry?
Pack up your things and go.
[light-hearted music]
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You're gonna regret this, man.
I doubt it.
Now, where were we?
Sera: Marcie.
Well the investigators went
back out to the crime scene,
and lo and behold,
there was a dislodged
insulin pump
wedged behind the
door and the rack.
Bloody rookie didn't
know what it was
and just left it there.
The pathologist will be issuing
a revised report this afternoon.
Thanks.
Any response from your
client regarding my offer?
Nothing I'd repeat
in polite company.
Prosecutor:
We have him on camera
pawning Mrs. Zehr's belongings,
we have cheques made out to
him for thousands of dollars,
I'm just saying,
this isn't a slam dunk for you.
For you either.
I have a witness
who will testify
to Mrs. Zehr's fondness
for my client.
Yes, fondness he
took advantage of.
Doug, take the 18 months and-
Mr. Zehr:
She's dead you son of a bitch.
[dramatic instrumental]
[Gareth groaning]
Mr. Zehr: Mom's gone! - Hey!
What the?
My mother died this morning.
I hope you rot in prison.
Okay.
[soft instrumental]
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How's it going with
your repeat customer?
What do you know
about insulin pumps?
Not much.
It says here an examination
of the insulin pump
was undertaken and revealed that
the device became
dislodged at 5:15 pm.
This suggests time of injury
occurred at that time.
You have something?
Marcie:
Hmm, 4:50 pm, the bridge.
5:05, flowers.
Gloria's house is a good
25 minutes from the florist,
which puts Willy at Gloria's-
He would've never made it.
This proves that he
couldn't have done this.
I-I gotta call Sera.
[phone rings]
Oh.
Sera, no I was just about to-
[soft dramatic instrumental]
Okay, I know, I-
[soft dramatic instrumental]
You're dismissing the charges?
Sera:
When I want the pathologist
to tell me time of death,
they insist they can't,
but time of injury-
Bloody technology.
Willy:
I knew you'd come
through for me.
[soft dramatic music]
Randy: You piece of garbage!
You and that bitch
mother of yours,
thinking you can pin this on me?
Burn in hell, Slaney.
Randy:
You're not gonna get
away with it, you hear me.
He deserves everything
that's coming to him.
Randy:
You're not gonna
get away with it!
[soft dramatic music]
Hey, Reggie.
Yeah.
Well that's the last time
I ask you to do me a favour.
The dean ripped me
from rooter to tooter.
Oh, "Beckham" went crying
to the dean, did he?
Yeah, well, good, the kid
needs to learn to shut up
when adults are talking.
Yeah, Reggie,
"Beckham" is the dean's son.
And that gives him
licence to act like an ass?
Look, the kid needed someone
to straighten him out,
thank you for the opportunity.
You know, you're the ass.
She suspended me.
Marcie:
Are you really willing
to allow an innocent man
to go to jail?
No, I don't want to, but-
it's not my problem now.
We both know
that your mother's
behind the anonymous tip
that put the cops
on Randy Slaney.
When the police make
that connection,
she could be charged with
making a false report.
Or maybe they start
asking themselves,
where was she the night her
son's ex-wife was killed?
And I don't see her sacrificing
her golden years for Becca.
[soft dramatic music]
I know what you're doing,
but look,
my ma, she would never-
Okay, we all know that
Slaney's innocent, but-
he can go and get a
good lawyer like you
and they can get him off.
Marcie:
Or maybe he agrees
to the plea,
because five years is
a lot easier to accept
than facing the
possibility of 15
for a crime he
didn't even commit.
Come on Willy, we can't do this.
We?
We're out of this.
Slaney can fend for himself.
Willy!
Willy:
No, Marcie,
what are you doing?
Randy Slaney can rot in jail.
You hear me?
I am gonna protect my
daughter at all costs.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
The redaction is
going to be an issue.
There's very sensitive
financial information
in my mother's will.
I'll give it a try.
Prosecutor:
I'll offer 18 months.
He'll be out in a year.
My client maintains
his innocence.
Judge:
Council, can we
proceed please?
Don't say I didn't try.
Your Honour, in light of the
death of Mrs. Isabelle Zehr,
I would like to submit her
last will and testament
prepared by Mrs. Zehr's
lawyer, Fisher Bloom.
A copy of which I
received from her children
to prove the level of coercion
the defendant exerted
over the deceased.
Mrs. Zehr changed her
will less than a month
before falling into a coma.
The defendant is not only
mentioned in the will,
but actually arranged the
appointment with the lawyer,
and was at her home at
the time of the meeting.
Doug: Your Honour, we object.
Judge:
I'll stop you there, Mr. Paul.
Miss Keen,
you know better than to
bring redacted documentation
before the court.
Prosecutor:
Your Honour, Mrs. Zehr's
will contains personal
and confidential information.
Judge:
I don't care if
the will contains
the Cadbury Caramilk secret.
Bring the court an original
copy of the unredacted will,
and I'll consider it's
value as evidence.
We're in recess.
Bailiff: All rise.
Nice stunt.
You didn't think the
judge would go for that?
It saved me the trouble
of serving Fisher Bloom
with a subpoena.
[Doug chuckles]
Marcie:
I know his mother
did this, okay?
That woman is an OG,
let me tell you.
Willy is your client
and he's free.
You've done your job, it's done.
Marcie:
But Randy Slaney is
facing jail time
for a crime he didn't commit.
Did you arrest him?
Pam.
Is it your decision whether
to prosecute him or not?
No, that's your boyfriend's.
Exactly, you've
done nothing wrong.
Marcie: I know, but-[sighs]
Pam: Listen, go home,
go have a drink, go surf,
go flirt with a guy,
I don't know,
focus on your win.
Whatever happens to
Mr. Slaney isn't on you.
Sorry, I gotta run.
[ominous music]
Marcie:
Leah, I thought you
were long gone.
Not gone far enough.
Marcie: Where've you been?
Leah:
I'm working in Thunder Bay.
It's not M&M but at least
I can sleep at night.
Listen, the RCMP raided
M&M two days ago.
All of the files
involving Ezra Elvins
have been placed under seal.
They took Tessa Cox
out in handcuffs.
You and I both knew the second
Ezra took over Clarke Media
the fact that I gave you
the list of shareholders
was gonna come back on us.
Not if you kept quiet about it.
I'm working for Kinna-aweya,
I don't wanna put them in
the crosshairs of the RCMP
just because I did
you a stupid favour.
[scoffs] I love how
I'm the bad guy here.
Aren't you?
[suspenseful music]
Marcie: What did you tell Avery?
That you requested
information on the shareholders
and that I gave it to you.
Marcie:
And in exchange you get
to keep practicing, yeah?
I didn't know that
being a lawyer
meant so much to you, Leah.
So what are you gonna do?
[suspenseful music]
[light-hearted music]
♪
Hey, I think we have a
bit of a misunderstanding.
Do we have an appointment?
Oh, I'm-I'm, uh,
Reggie Thompson.
Yes, I know who you are.
What happened between
your son and me,
that had nothing
to do with Blair,
he just asked me
to sub in for him,
that's it, so if you want to-
So, you're here to apologize?
Apologize?
No, I just don't think it's fair
that you suspended Blair
because I set your son straight.
[laughs] Is that what you think?
Listen, he acts like
an entitled jerk because
well, because his
mom runs the place,
and I think that's garbage.
Hm.
Professor Cleary has missed
49% of his classes this year.
He has two written
reprimands in his file,
That's why he was suspended.
Now, please get the
hell out of my office,
I'm due to have
lunch with my, uh,
entitled jerk of a son.
Oh, right, sure.
[light-hearted music]
♪
Goodbye.
Doug: Mr. Bloom, I'm Doug Paul.
My client was Isabelle Zehr's
homecare worker.
Mr. Paul, I'll tell
you the same thing
I told Madison Keen.
As Mrs. Zehr's estate lawyer,
my duty of confidentiality
extends beyond her death.
My intention is to
respect that duty,
subpoena or no subpoena.
Mr. Bloom, all I need to know
is if this redacted
version of the will
reflects Mrs. Zehr's intention?
Mr. Paul, here's
what I can tell you.
I drove to Mrs. Zehr's home,
Mr. Norton was not present,
her family doctor was though.
Mrs. Zehr did not leave
Mr. Norton any cash.
But the redactions suggest
she left him $750,000?
Will you testify on
my client's behalf?
[soft dramatic music]
♪
You've seen this, Miss Keen?
Yes, Your Honour.
Mr. Bloom, you're excused
from the witness stand.
Mr. Norton, please rise.
I will read the relevant
section of Ms. Zehr's
last will and testament.
"To my caregiver and dear
friend Gareth Norton,
"I leave my 2004 Volvo.
"You've put enough
labour and love into it,
"it's practically yours anyway.
"Further, I leave the
lump sum of $750,000
"for the continued treatment
and post secondary education
"of his daughter, Neve Norton.
"I only wish I enjoyed
the relationship you have
"with your daughter
with my own children."
There is no crime here.
Only the greediness of
two neglectful children.
Mr. Norton, the charges
against you are dismissed.
[courthouse murmuring]
Bailiff: All rise.
Hey, you won.
Mary Pat:
I really don't have
time for this.
You know what you and
Willy are doing is wrong.
Looking out for his kids?
No, I'm sorry, I can't
agree with you there.
You're setting up
an innocent man.
There ain't nothing
innocent about Randy Slaney.
Well, we know that he
didn't kill Gloria.
I'm running late.
Willy:
Ma, Becca's school called.
Mary Pat: What?
Willy: She's in the hospital.
Mary Pat: Jesus.
[suspenseful music]
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Marcie: How's your girl?
Yeah, uh,
Doc says that she had
a severe panic attack.
My little girl was so scared
that she thought she was
having a heart attack.
Willy, I know how hard
it can be to believe
in the system that we have.
I've seen it firsthand how
it can swallow people up.
But your little girl,
I have to believe that they'll
get it right this time.
I have to.
[soft dramatic music]
Do-do you think you
could come say hi?
Of course.
[soft piano music]
Ah, Mr. Thompson,
thank you for joining us.
Thank you for the call.
Oliver has something
he wanted to say to you.
Don't embarrass
yourself any further.
I'm sorry for
disrupting your class.
Apology accepted.
Now, now that that's done.
Ah, Mr. Thompson.
You can leave now, Son.
Sit, please,
I hate eating alone.
Well, I've always wanted
to try the grub here.
[laughs] It's a
pleasure to be of service.
Perhaps you can
return the favour.
I am short a lecturer.
[soft piano music]
[suspenseful music]
Becca:
And she grabbed my
arm and scratched me.
I pushed back with my elbow but-
all I wanted was just
for her to get off
but she fell.
I didn't mean for Mom to-
It was an accident.
I didn't want to hurt her.
We won't be pursuing charges.
[sighs]
[soft dramatic music]
Hey, keys to the Volvo.
Thank you. - Take care, man.
Marcie: Avery.
Haven't heard from you, Marcie.
Well, I can't help you, Avery.
Come on Marcie,
don't force my hand here.
Force your hand?
Why do I feel like the one
with the hand on their throat?
Look, whatever I know
about Mr. Elvins
and his business
dealings is protected by
solicitor-client privilege.
Now you may not like that truth,
but it is what it is.
And this?
Shares in Clarke Media issued
to you the exact same day
that Ezra Elvins took
control of the company.
Marcie, whatever
you're thinking,
Ezra Elvins will
toss you under a bus
[snaps fingers]
Avery: Like that.
[ominous music]
♪
Solicitor-client privilege.
So, that's your choice.
[ominous music]
♪
[soft dramatic music]
Marcie: Mr. Elvins.
I need her to stop.
All you need to do is get me
a complete shareholders list.
Leah: Sure, done.
Marcie: Thanks Leah.
Julia's shareholders.
Leah:
You said you needed that
information for a client,
not to advance a
hostile takeover.
How could you put me
in this position?
Ezra: Marcie, it's Ezra,
the new CEO of Clarke Media.
I couldn't have done
this without you.
[air whooshing]
Willy Maclsaac: I'm telling you,
there's something wrong
with your machine,
I haven't been drinking.
Marcie: This is your fourth DUI.
Please, help me.
Marcie: Honestly Willy,
I hope we never meet again.
[laughs] That's fair.
Woo! [salsa music]
[salsa music]
I feel it!
Give it your sweat.
Oh yeah!
Relax, no, you have
to surrender to him.
[salsa music]
Yes, make it hotter,
show me the heat!
Yes, spicy hips,
spicy hips, yeah.
That's lovely.
Yeah.
Instructor:
Move your hips,
move your hips.
Can you help her with that?
You, come.
You're the man?
Lead me.
Good, that's it.
Good.
Woo, don't drop me!
Yes!
Instructor: How's that?
Good. - We'll work on trust.
Yep, we'll work on that.
You had enough?
Oh yeah.
Whose idea was this?
You know whose idea this was.
[chuckling]
[phone ringing]
Instructor: Hips ladies!
Marcie Diggs.
Willy: Marcie,
it's Willy.
Marcie: Willy?
Willy, what's wrong?
[sighs]
[dramatic beat]
I'm in trouble.
[tense music]
Willy:
And I don't think he
even knew the difference.
Sorry, I'm a
little early, Willy.
Yeah, well you
could have waited.
Willy:
Hey, you guys take care
of each other, okay?
Mary Pat: This isn't right,
you locked up in your own home
like some kind of criminal.
Ma, it's house arrest,
could be in a cell.
You be good for
your grandmother.
He's going to Aunt Clara's,
Mary Pat's got her hands
full with this one.
Dad, are you gonna be okay?
Yes, yes, my secret
weapon just walked in.
Come on.
Marcie:
They wanna talk to
both of your kids.
The police feel
that they might be
able to provide
some insight into
the relationship
between you-
I-I can say no to this?
We can say no to this?
Oh, police ain't
getting near my kids.
Prosecutor can issue a subpoena.
No, I don't wanna
put them through
that Marcie,
I mean it's bad
enough that
they had to
live through our marriage.
Marcie:
Well if
they don't appear
the judge can issue
a bench warrant.
For kids?
Marcie:
Listen, this
isn't a big deal-
You ain't hearing me,
I don't want my kids
anywhere near the cops.
Marcie:
Why are you making
this a thing?
Willy: What if I take a plea?
You wanna plead guilty?
You've been saying
you're innocent
for the last three months.
Okay, if you're telling
me that you did this,
then fine,
I-I'll work this out, but-
Willy are you really
prepared to go to jail
for six to ten years for
something you didn't do?
What's going on in
that head of yours?
Mary Pat: Quit bullying him.
Mrs. Maclsaac,
Willy and I are having a
private conversation here.
He said he wants to take a plea.
Just go do your job.
This is my guy,
he's mad 'cause I'm late.
[laughs] Hey, Mr. Paul.
Doug: Hey, Neve.
Gareth: Sorry, man.
My alarm didn't go off,
the bus was late,
she can't miss her appointments.
Doug:
Don't worry, I'll
explain that to the judge.
We should go.
Mr. Paul-
Yeah?
You're gonna keep my
dad out of jail, right?
Gareth: Hey, come on now honey,
innocent people
don't go to jail.
Right, Doug?
That is the hope.
Yeah, that's fine.
Okay, I gotta go, mmhmm.
Good morning.
Well, I was just thinking
about you and here you are.
What can I do for you?
I'm going after your boy,
Ezra Elvins.
Tax evasion, fraud,
insider trading, tipping,
the whole thing.
Oh.
Well, good luck with that.
Look, I know you were
on his legal team
when we were at M&M,
you provided him
with legal advice.
That's also privileged
communication, okay.
I gotta go.
What about his takeover
of Clarke Media?
[suspenseful music]
I wasn't-
Ezra Elvins told
Clarke Media shareholders
a story about the owner of
the company being unstable,
unfit following the
death of her son.
Several of those shareholders
say he got the story from you.
Where are you going
with this Avery?
They backed him in a takeover
which put him at the helm
of Clarke Media, Marcie,
and he sold it for parts.
Marcie, these cronies
of your Mr. Elvin's,
they don't want
their money back,
they wanna see him
behind bars for the rest
of his natural life.
And I've been the
one chosen to do it.
Well I can't help you.
Marcie, I'm gonna
give you some time
to think about this, okay?
If you know anything
or if you're involved
in this mess in any way,
then you need to tell me now.
Later, I may not be in
a position to help you.
[soft dramatic music]
You never change.
[sighs]
Did you ever meet a ladder
you couldn't resist climbing?
[soft dramatic music]
♪
I'm so confused, Marcie,
are we starting a
preliminary hearing
or is your guy pleading?
Mr. Maclsaac's willing
to take a plea.
And admit to murdering his ex-
Manslaughter.
Whatever,
admit to committing
a crime he just spent
the last three months denying.
What changed?
Well, he knows that if
I'm to defend him properly,
there are some unflattering
things about the deceased
that'll show up in court.
Willy doesn't want
his kids to see that,
he wants us to work
out a fair deal.
Oh, and what is considered fair
when it comes to
pushing your ex-wife
down a flight of stairs
and cracking open
her skull, huh?
Ten years? Fourteen?
I'm gonna say five, out in two.
[laughs] This is like
negotiating screen time
with my kids.
I say 15 minutes,
they want two hours.
Six I will think about.
Whaddaya got,
a couple of
old 911 calls
from when they
were going through
a divorce,
and an eyewitness
who can testify
to Willy racing into
his ex-wife's house
with her blood
on his hands and his clothes?
Come on.
What I have is motive,
opportunity, pathology
Preliminary.
That proves our
theory of the case,
plus there is the
contusion on the
victim's cheek,
bruising around her neck,
which my guys will
say is from a fight
with your client
prior to being pushed
down a flight of stairs.
Sera, you have a theory,
you do not have a case.
Notice you're the
one looking for a plea?
Six years, two in prison,
four years probation.
Six, he serves four and
I'm only making that offer
because you are not about
to waste the court's time
arguing an owl flew
in through the window
and knocked her down
a flight of stairs.
Come to think of it-
Sera:
Take it to your
client, Marcie,
I am due in court.
[suspenseful music]
Having to negotiate
with pawnbrokers
for the return of
family heirlooms.
I can't begin to
tell you how
humiliated I felt.
My sister-
My sister wanted
to call the police
immediately.
I guess I just wanted to believe
that it was all just a
big misunderstanding.
Mom's elderl,
she gets confuse,
but then the money,
the cheque,
the tens of thousands
of dollars.
It became clear we needed
the police to intervene.
Prosecutor:
Mr. Zehr, have you
had the opportunity
to ask your mother how
her money and possessions
ended up in Mr. Norton's hands?
Mr. Zehr: No.
Unfortunately, my
mother's been in a coma
for the last three weeks.
Prosecutor: And prior to that,
did your mother give
you or your sister
any indication of
the relationship
between her and Mr. Norton?
Mr. Zehr:
There was no relationship.
He's a thief.
Doug: Objection, Your Honour.
I agree.
Prosecutor:
We're done with this witness.
You were in Halifax
five weeks ago for work?
Yes.
Did you visit your mother?
Mr. Zehr:
I was here for less
than 48 hours,
my schedule was back-to-back,
there was no time.
Your Honour, I'd like
to direct the witness
to defence exhibit CC-12,
a receipt from the
Gio Restaurant
at the Prince George Hotel.
Sir, can you tell
me the time printed
at the top of the receipt?
It says 5:30 pm.
But your reservation was for 7?
Your mom lives on Ogilvie,
which is a 15 minute
drive from Gio.
You arrived an hour
and a half early
for a 7 o'clock reservation,
yet you couldn't make
the time to see her?
I didn't want to
disrupt her schedule.
Doug:
Isn't it true you've
made 15 trips to Halifax
in the last 12 months,
and you haven't made the
effort to see her once.
I call her, all the time.
Doug: Mr. Zehr,
isn't this entire
criminal complaint
driven by my client's refusal
to return a set of wedding rings
your mother gave him as a gift
for his daughter?
She would never part
with those rings.
Doug:
You know the value
of those rings?
I don't see why that's relevant.
Your Honour, I-
Answer the question.
The set's been
appraised at $30,000.
No time to visit your elders,
but plenty of time to have
her valuables appraised.
Prosecutor:
Objection, Mr. Paul
is testifying.
Doug:
I think I'm done with
this witness, Your Honour.
Diana:
So my youngest is
getting married this year,
and I've told her,
if I pay I get a say.
She changed her tune
pretty quick after that.
Blair:
[laughs] I'm trying to pay
off my kids' student loans
and at this rate I'm
gonna be working forever.
[laughing]
Hey, oh, no, no, no, no, no,
where do you think you're going?
Home.
Well what are you so sour about?
Oh, ex-spouses and kids
with their hands out,
I've been there, done that,
I'm done talking it to death.
Oh, come on, man,
have another beer.
On me.
Ooh, magic words, hey Reggie?
One.
Blair: There you go.
Two Keith's.
Hey, I've been
meaning to ask, ah,
I need you to do me
a little favour.
[laughs] There's no such
thing as a free lunch.
No no, come on,
don't be like that.
Now listen, I gotta get
outta town tomorrow,
I'm not gonna be
back until mid-week,
I wanna know if
you'll sub in for me
with my first year
class at the law school?
[laughs] I don't
think you want that.
Blair: Come on, it's nothing.
I'm sure you've got enough war
stories they can learn from.
Diana: Reggie is right.
I mean, you're not the voice
of a generation, are you?
You know what Blair?
Why the hell not?
Are you sure buddy?
I got ya covered.
[suspenseful music]
♪
♪
♪
♪
Pam: How's it going?
Do you have a minute?
Yeah.
Good.
So, he's smiling, right?
Mmhmm.
Marcie:
Then, he gets a phone call,
and then he just trips
out of his senses,
he's-he's angry.
Pam:
Who do you think
he's talking to?
[suspenseful music]
[phone dialling]
Operator:
The number you have
reached is not in service.
Marcie:
I saw you joking and laughing
with the Commissionaire
when you crossed the bridge,
and then you get a phone call,
then you just go nuts.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Why are you lying to me?
I'm not.
Here's what I know.
This phone number was
registered to a cell phone plan
that you had so that
your kids could call you
when they needed to.
Come on Willy, just
tell me the truth.
Becca called me,
Gloria was getting
after her for nothing.
I got Gloria on the phone,
I reamed her out,
I mean, that woman was
ruining my life, Marcie,
and the way that she would
go after those kids-
So you confronted her-
Willy: No, I wanted to.
But I, uh-
I went to get some flowers
for a lady I was dating,
when I got to Gloria's-
Becca-
Becca-
She was sobbing.
I tried to get her to
tell me what happened,
but she was shaking,
like she was in shock.
I cleaned her up.
I called my ma,
and I got her to pick
her up at this park,
it's just a couple
blocks from there.
I-I just had to get her
out of there, Marcie.
[soft dramatic music]
Well we have to
tell the prosecutor.
We can fight this.
I know how the law
works, Marcie,
and they're gonna try to
turn this all around on her.
And I will not gamble
with my daughter's life.
And I want you to
go and tell them
that I'm gonna do the time.
[soft dramatic music]
Randy:
You need to stop running
off at the mouth.
Mary Pat:
You're threatening me, Randy?
Randy: I didn't kill Gloria.
Mary Pat:
Don't mistake me for her.
Randy: Yeah, well I know people.
Mary Pat: Oh yeah?
Come for me, see what happens.
Randy:
You gotta stop spreading
lies about me and Gloria.
Lies?
Don't pretend like you
weren't knocking her around.
Yeah, but I didn't kill her.
Neither did my son.
Mrs. Maclsaac-
Bye, Randy.
You see I've got company?
[car engine fires up]
[tires screeching]
I need to talk to Becca.
Not happening.
Better I speak to
her than the police.
Becca: Grandma, it's Dad,
He says he wants
me to talk to her.
[soft instrumental]
[sighs]
Dad said I can trust you.
You can tell me anything.
Mom and I were having a fight,
she was so mad
'cause I forgot to get
Miles to soccer practice
and she was just going off
about how we were the reason
that Mr. Slaney didn't
want to see her again,
and she said if she
didn't need the money
she'd let Dad have us full-time.
Miles started to cry and
she told him to stop,
but he ran off.
Mary Pat: He took the bus here.
Becca:
I tried to follow him
but she blocked my way.
She was yelling and-
I called Dad.
I could hear him screaming
at her through the phone.
I tried to go up the stairs
but she grabbed for my arm
and scratched me.
I just wanted her off.
I, I didn't mean to.
[cries] Her insulin
thing started going off,
I thought that was the reason
that she wasn't moving but-
then I saw the blood.
There was so much.
Mary Pat:
It's okay, girl,
it's okay.
You're gonna be all right.
[soft crying]
Mary Pat:
You're gonna be okay. Shh.
It's okay. It's all right.
She needs counselling.
Don't need her running off
her mouth to strangers.
I can take care of
my granddaughter.
Did you know that
Gloria was a diabetic?
She used to wear some
kind of silly belt
to get attention, yeah.
Listen, you should have the
cops look into Randy Slaney,
Gloria's ex-boyfriend.
According to the kids,
those guys fought
like cats and dogs.
Apparently she got rotten
because he wouldn't
leave his wife.
Wasn't going quietly,
if you know what I mean.
I can't mount an
alternate suspect theory
I know to be false.
Mary Pat: Bloody lawyers.
Any excuse not to do your job.
Jesus. [phone rings]
Marcie: Marcie Diggs.
Ezra: Marcie, it's Ezra,
I need to see you.
Mr. Elvins, I, uh-
Ezra:
Marcie, it's not a request.
I'll see you in an hour,
Duncan's Cove.
[ominous instrumental]
♪
♪
[distant motorcycle revving]
What have you been
saying, Marcie?
I don't wanna be
involved in this.
You are involved.
Because you involved me.
You were supposed
to sell the shares,
buy yourself a gown,
a surfboard,
whatever it is you do.
It wasn't meant
to be a keepsake.
What do you want from me?
Your fealty.
You and that prosecutor,
pretty friendly.
Don't allow that friendship
to cloud your judgement,
or cause you to forget who I am.
[suspenseful instrumental]
I'm well aware of who
you are, Mr. Elvins.
Of course you are, Marcie.
Doug:
PI report from the prosecutor.
Explain.
It's true.
Doug:
This makes you
look really bad.
Doug, come on man, I was-
I was 19, I was 20, uneducated,
I barely had a pot
to piss in, so-
Those old folks, they just, uh-
They just want somebody to pay
a little attention to them,
you know.
Somebody to listen to the
stories about the glory days,
if they wanted to give
me a little extra-
Or you took a little extra?
Yeah.
But that was 15 years ago,
that's before Patricia and Neve.
The guy in this report's not me.
Doug: He is you.
Your regret, it doesn't change-
Gareth:
Except I didn't steal
anything from Isabelle.
Doug:
She's in a coma Gareth,
we don't have her evidence,
we have this.
And if the judge allows
that into evidence-
Yep.
You're telling me that
I'm gonna go to jail?
No, but you should
start considering
who'll be a good guardian to-
So after court tomorrow you
should come to the office.
Our social worker, Iris Beals,
she'll run you through all the-
No, I, look,
I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything.
Isabelle's my friend.
She's good to me,
she's good to Neve.
She gave us these things
because she wants to help.
Gareth, I-
Gareth: Please, Doug.
My daughter needs me.
Don't you let them do
this to me, please.
Okay.
Marcie!
Hey, I didn't see any
mention of an insulin pump
in the logbook of items
from the crime scene.
Sera:
I will talk to
the investigators,
but we have a bigger issue.
Hot off the press, pathology.
Seems like your client
tried to cover up his crime.
What are you talking about?
Sera:
They found tissue
under the victim's nails,
can't be conclusively ID'd,
but someone,
your client,
soaked the victim's fingers
in bleach after killing her.
He's clever, I will
give him that.
Tell him if he agrees to 15,
I will agree to
let him out in 10.
See you inside.
[dramatic instrumental]
Marcie:
These things come out, Willy.
However smart you think you are,
the investigators,
the-the scientists,
the lawyers,
they're smarter.
The truth will come out.
Yeah, why do you think I
was trying to take the plea?
Now look what you got us into.
Marcie:
You wanted me to negotiate,
I could have closed this.
Well, go back.
Go back, tell 'em.
Tell 'em I'll take it.
I know that you think
that taking a plea
is gonna protect Becca,
but I gotta tell you,
the young woman that
I saw the other day,
she needs her father.
You take this plea
and your kids haven't
only lost their mother,
they lose their dad too.
Willy: Yep.
I mean, you're asking me to
put my faith in a system
that guts people
like me and my kids.
No Willy, I'm asking
you to have faith in me.
Don't take a plea when you
know that we can fight this.
Prosecutor:
The private
investigator's report
provides a clear picture
of the defendant's pattern
of befriending and
defrauding elderly patients.
Doug: It's hearsay, Your Honour.
Miss Keen knows this.
If they'd like to place
a pause on the trial
until they're able to
bring forth the folks
that are interviewed in
Mr. MacNeill's report,
we're happy to agree.
What do you he to say
to that, Miss Keen?
That's very generous of
Mr. Paul, Your Honour.
However, that is impossible.
And why is that?
They died, Your Honour.
The victims interviewed
by Mr. MacNeill have died.
That's unfortunate,
as Mr. Paul is correct.
Allowing Mr. MacNeill's
report would be hearsay.
The PI report will not
form part of the evidence.
Reggie:
So your client comes in
facing a drug charge,
heroin,
what's the first
question you ask?
[light-hearted music]
Dee: Did you do it?
Were you properly Mirandized?
We don't have "Miranda" here.
No, you're all wrong.
It was a trick question.
You don't ask questions.
You listen, you watch.
Not all clients
are created equal.
How are they dressed?
Is it a man or a woman?
What's their racial or
cultural background?
Oliver:
So we're back to
blaming the victim?
Reggie:
Yeah, you could
put it that way.
A good lawyer starts
building his defence
the moment that a client
walks in the door.
Now I have 30 or 40
open files on the go
at any given moment.
It's important that you
assess very quickly,
who you can get an acquittal-
Oliver:
And who you feed
to the wolves.
Reggie:
And who is best
off with a plea.
Oliver: Same thing.
Hey, just 'cause
it worked in 1962
doesn't mean it's
gonna work now, bruh.
Bay Street lawyer or surgeon?
You lost me, dude.
Your parents?
The only people I know
that show up at law school
and waste everybody's time
are folks that don't need to
be here in the first place.
Is there a lecture hall with
your family's name on it
around here somewhere?
Look, I'm here because you
guys and your future clients
deserve real talk,
not something that you're gonna
read in a bloody textbook.
Now you wanna be glib and
put on a show, you can leave.
No, actually leave.
I'm sorry?
Pack up your things and go.
[light-hearted music]
♪
You're gonna regret this, man.
I doubt it.
Now, where were we?
Sera: Marcie.
Well the investigators went
back out to the crime scene,
and lo and behold,
there was a dislodged
insulin pump
wedged behind the
door and the rack.
Bloody rookie didn't
know what it was
and just left it there.
The pathologist will be issuing
a revised report this afternoon.
Thanks.
Any response from your
client regarding my offer?
Nothing I'd repeat
in polite company.
Prosecutor:
We have him on camera
pawning Mrs. Zehr's belongings,
we have cheques made out to
him for thousands of dollars,
I'm just saying,
this isn't a slam dunk for you.
For you either.
I have a witness
who will testify
to Mrs. Zehr's fondness
for my client.
Yes, fondness he
took advantage of.
Doug, take the 18 months and-
Mr. Zehr:
She's dead you son of a bitch.
[dramatic instrumental]
[Gareth groaning]
Mr. Zehr: Mom's gone! - Hey!
What the?
My mother died this morning.
I hope you rot in prison.
Okay.
[soft instrumental]
♪
How's it going with
your repeat customer?
What do you know
about insulin pumps?
Not much.
It says here an examination
of the insulin pump
was undertaken and revealed that
the device became
dislodged at 5:15 pm.
This suggests time of injury
occurred at that time.
You have something?
Marcie:
Hmm, 4:50 pm, the bridge.
5:05, flowers.
Gloria's house is a good
25 minutes from the florist,
which puts Willy at Gloria's-
He would've never made it.
This proves that he
couldn't have done this.
I-I gotta call Sera.
[phone rings]
Oh.
Sera, no I was just about to-
[soft dramatic instrumental]
Okay, I know, I-
[soft dramatic instrumental]
You're dismissing the charges?
Sera:
When I want the pathologist
to tell me time of death,
they insist they can't,
but time of injury-
Bloody technology.
Willy:
I knew you'd come
through for me.
[soft dramatic music]
Randy: You piece of garbage!
You and that bitch
mother of yours,
thinking you can pin this on me?
Burn in hell, Slaney.
Randy:
You're not gonna get
away with it, you hear me.
He deserves everything
that's coming to him.
Randy:
You're not gonna
get away with it!
[soft dramatic music]
Hey, Reggie.
Yeah.
Well that's the last time
I ask you to do me a favour.
The dean ripped me
from rooter to tooter.
Oh, "Beckham" went crying
to the dean, did he?
Yeah, well, good, the kid
needs to learn to shut up
when adults are talking.
Yeah, Reggie,
"Beckham" is the dean's son.
And that gives him
licence to act like an ass?
Look, the kid needed someone
to straighten him out,
thank you for the opportunity.
You know, you're the ass.
She suspended me.
Marcie:
Are you really willing
to allow an innocent man
to go to jail?
No, I don't want to, but-
it's not my problem now.
We both know
that your mother's
behind the anonymous tip
that put the cops
on Randy Slaney.
When the police make
that connection,
she could be charged with
making a false report.
Or maybe they start
asking themselves,
where was she the night her
son's ex-wife was killed?
And I don't see her sacrificing
her golden years for Becca.
[soft dramatic music]
I know what you're doing,
but look,
my ma, she would never-
Okay, we all know that
Slaney's innocent, but-
he can go and get a
good lawyer like you
and they can get him off.
Marcie:
Or maybe he agrees
to the plea,
because five years is
a lot easier to accept
than facing the
possibility of 15
for a crime he
didn't even commit.
Come on Willy, we can't do this.
We?
We're out of this.
Slaney can fend for himself.
Willy!
Willy:
No, Marcie,
what are you doing?
Randy Slaney can rot in jail.
You hear me?
I am gonna protect my
daughter at all costs.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
The redaction is
going to be an issue.
There's very sensitive
financial information
in my mother's will.
I'll give it a try.
Prosecutor:
I'll offer 18 months.
He'll be out in a year.
My client maintains
his innocence.
Judge:
Council, can we
proceed please?
Don't say I didn't try.
Your Honour, in light of the
death of Mrs. Isabelle Zehr,
I would like to submit her
last will and testament
prepared by Mrs. Zehr's
lawyer, Fisher Bloom.
A copy of which I
received from her children
to prove the level of coercion
the defendant exerted
over the deceased.
Mrs. Zehr changed her
will less than a month
before falling into a coma.
The defendant is not only
mentioned in the will,
but actually arranged the
appointment with the lawyer,
and was at her home at
the time of the meeting.
Doug: Your Honour, we object.
Judge:
I'll stop you there, Mr. Paul.
Miss Keen,
you know better than to
bring redacted documentation
before the court.
Prosecutor:
Your Honour, Mrs. Zehr's
will contains personal
and confidential information.
Judge:
I don't care if
the will contains
the Cadbury Caramilk secret.
Bring the court an original
copy of the unredacted will,
and I'll consider it's
value as evidence.
We're in recess.
Bailiff: All rise.
Nice stunt.
You didn't think the
judge would go for that?
It saved me the trouble
of serving Fisher Bloom
with a subpoena.
[Doug chuckles]
Marcie:
I know his mother
did this, okay?
That woman is an OG,
let me tell you.
Willy is your client
and he's free.
You've done your job, it's done.
Marcie:
But Randy Slaney is
facing jail time
for a crime he didn't commit.
Did you arrest him?
Pam.
Is it your decision whether
to prosecute him or not?
No, that's your boyfriend's.
Exactly, you've
done nothing wrong.
Marcie: I know, but-[sighs]
Pam: Listen, go home,
go have a drink, go surf,
go flirt with a guy,
I don't know,
focus on your win.
Whatever happens to
Mr. Slaney isn't on you.
Sorry, I gotta run.
[ominous music]
Marcie:
Leah, I thought you
were long gone.
Not gone far enough.
Marcie: Where've you been?
Leah:
I'm working in Thunder Bay.
It's not M&M but at least
I can sleep at night.
Listen, the RCMP raided
M&M two days ago.
All of the files
involving Ezra Elvins
have been placed under seal.
They took Tessa Cox
out in handcuffs.
You and I both knew the second
Ezra took over Clarke Media
the fact that I gave you
the list of shareholders
was gonna come back on us.
Not if you kept quiet about it.
I'm working for Kinna-aweya,
I don't wanna put them in
the crosshairs of the RCMP
just because I did
you a stupid favour.
[scoffs] I love how
I'm the bad guy here.
Aren't you?
[suspenseful music]
Marcie: What did you tell Avery?
That you requested
information on the shareholders
and that I gave it to you.
Marcie:
And in exchange you get
to keep practicing, yeah?
I didn't know that
being a lawyer
meant so much to you, Leah.
So what are you gonna do?
[suspenseful music]
[light-hearted music]
♪
Hey, I think we have a
bit of a misunderstanding.
Do we have an appointment?
Oh, I'm-I'm, uh,
Reggie Thompson.
Yes, I know who you are.
What happened between
your son and me,
that had nothing
to do with Blair,
he just asked me
to sub in for him,
that's it, so if you want to-
So, you're here to apologize?
Apologize?
No, I just don't think it's fair
that you suspended Blair
because I set your son straight.
[laughs] Is that what you think?
Listen, he acts like
an entitled jerk because
well, because his
mom runs the place,
and I think that's garbage.
Hm.
Professor Cleary has missed
49% of his classes this year.
He has two written
reprimands in his file,
That's why he was suspended.
Now, please get the
hell out of my office,
I'm due to have
lunch with my, uh,
entitled jerk of a son.
Oh, right, sure.
[light-hearted music]
♪
Goodbye.
Doug: Mr. Bloom, I'm Doug Paul.
My client was Isabelle Zehr's
homecare worker.
Mr. Paul, I'll tell
you the same thing
I told Madison Keen.
As Mrs. Zehr's estate lawyer,
my duty of confidentiality
extends beyond her death.
My intention is to
respect that duty,
subpoena or no subpoena.
Mr. Bloom, all I need to know
is if this redacted
version of the will
reflects Mrs. Zehr's intention?
Mr. Paul, here's
what I can tell you.
I drove to Mrs. Zehr's home,
Mr. Norton was not present,
her family doctor was though.
Mrs. Zehr did not leave
Mr. Norton any cash.
But the redactions suggest
she left him $750,000?
Will you testify on
my client's behalf?
[soft dramatic music]
♪
You've seen this, Miss Keen?
Yes, Your Honour.
Mr. Bloom, you're excused
from the witness stand.
Mr. Norton, please rise.
I will read the relevant
section of Ms. Zehr's
last will and testament.
"To my caregiver and dear
friend Gareth Norton,
"I leave my 2004 Volvo.
"You've put enough
labour and love into it,
"it's practically yours anyway.
"Further, I leave the
lump sum of $750,000
"for the continued treatment
and post secondary education
"of his daughter, Neve Norton.
"I only wish I enjoyed
the relationship you have
"with your daughter
with my own children."
There is no crime here.
Only the greediness of
two neglectful children.
Mr. Norton, the charges
against you are dismissed.
[courthouse murmuring]
Bailiff: All rise.
Hey, you won.
Mary Pat:
I really don't have
time for this.
You know what you and
Willy are doing is wrong.
Looking out for his kids?
No, I'm sorry, I can't
agree with you there.
You're setting up
an innocent man.
There ain't nothing
innocent about Randy Slaney.
Well, we know that he
didn't kill Gloria.
I'm running late.
Willy:
Ma, Becca's school called.
Mary Pat: What?
Willy: She's in the hospital.
Mary Pat: Jesus.
[suspenseful music]
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Marcie: How's your girl?
Yeah, uh,
Doc says that she had
a severe panic attack.
My little girl was so scared
that she thought she was
having a heart attack.
Willy, I know how hard
it can be to believe
in the system that we have.
I've seen it firsthand how
it can swallow people up.
But your little girl,
I have to believe that they'll
get it right this time.
I have to.
[soft dramatic music]
Do-do you think you
could come say hi?
Of course.
[soft piano music]
Ah, Mr. Thompson,
thank you for joining us.
Thank you for the call.
Oliver has something
he wanted to say to you.
Don't embarrass
yourself any further.
I'm sorry for
disrupting your class.
Apology accepted.
Now, now that that's done.
Ah, Mr. Thompson.
You can leave now, Son.
Sit, please,
I hate eating alone.
Well, I've always wanted
to try the grub here.
[laughs] It's a
pleasure to be of service.
Perhaps you can
return the favour.
I am short a lecturer.
[soft piano music]
[suspenseful music]
Becca:
And she grabbed my
arm and scratched me.
I pushed back with my elbow but-
all I wanted was just
for her to get off
but she fell.
I didn't mean for Mom to-
It was an accident.
I didn't want to hurt her.
We won't be pursuing charges.
[sighs]
[soft dramatic music]
Hey, keys to the Volvo.
Thank you. - Take care, man.
Marcie: Avery.
Haven't heard from you, Marcie.
Well, I can't help you, Avery.
Come on Marcie,
don't force my hand here.
Force your hand?
Why do I feel like the one
with the hand on their throat?
Look, whatever I know
about Mr. Elvins
and his business
dealings is protected by
solicitor-client privilege.
Now you may not like that truth,
but it is what it is.
And this?
Shares in Clarke Media issued
to you the exact same day
that Ezra Elvins took
control of the company.
Marcie, whatever
you're thinking,
Ezra Elvins will
toss you under a bus
[snaps fingers]
Avery: Like that.
[ominous music]
♪
Solicitor-client privilege.
So, that's your choice.
[ominous music]
♪
[soft dramatic music]