Franklin & Bash (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 10 - Go Tell It on the Mountain - full transcript

My father worked for 25 years

spilling sweat and blood.

Without him, they'd be nowhere.

And now new owners come in,

and they want to put him down
like an old horse.

As God is my witness,

I won't let them
get away with it.

Little over the top.

Sit down, Amelia.
You're making me nervous.

She's making you nervous?

Hey, how did we spend
$200 on handkerchiefs?



I'm studying magic.

Lucha Libre has been
in our family for generations.

They want me
to retire based on my age.

They want me to lose a fight,

have my mask taken off
in the ring.

I think I deserve a fair shot.

And why you keep looking
at my daughter?!

Uh, I-I wasn't.

I, um -- I-I thought I saw
something behind your daughter.

Daddy, stop.

I agree with you,
ultimo. He was talking to you.

But he was looking
at your daughter.

-No, I-I wasn't.
-He kind of was.

No, I was looking
to see if there was --



You were looking at my daughter!

Eh, just joking.

I'm sure
there's nothing to worry about.

It's a simple arraignment.

I thought budget cuts
did away with night court.

No, I asked for it.
To throw off the media jackals.

If we enter a plea now,
they miss a news cycle.

Oh, perhaps another athlete will
text photos of his genitals --

wipe this mess
off the front page.

Good evening, Your Honor.

Due to the seriousness
of this case --

Actually, why don't you
let her do the talking?

Oh. Sorry, Your Honor.

Force of habit.

Hmm.

Brett caiman, Your Honor.

Your reputation precedes you.

Thank you.

To the charge
of murder in the first degree,

on behalf of my client,
Stanton Infeld,

we enter a plea of "Not guilty."

Mr. Infeld is prepared
to surrender to custody.

The defendant
is remanded. No bail.

Bailiff, take him into custody.

♪ Franklin & Bash 1x10 ♪
Go Tell It on the Mountain
Original Air Date on August 3, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪ Ooh, what a mixture ♪

♪ such a vivid picture ♪

♪ ooh, what a mixture ♪

♪ if I must say so myself ♪

Here, let me show you.

-Ow! No!
-(Ultimo scoffs ]

I haven't done anything yet!

Man, he is hopeless.
Ultimo, show me.

You've never been
to the Santa Monica Pier?

It's the eighth-highest
Ferris Wheel in America.

Did you just make that up?

Yes. I did. Just now.

Isn't there something about
lawyers and their clients...?

Which is why
I'm not asking out your father.

Otherwise, I would, 'cause he's
right in my wheelhouse, but...

Uh, I got to take this.

Hey, guys,
did you see this?

"Peter and Jared,
in the office."

-"Urgent."
-Yeah.

Okay, okay.
U-u-ultimo, I have to go.

-(Ultimo laughs ]
-(Peter) Hey.
-(Ultimo laughs ]
-Hey.

Does anyone know
what's going on?

I have an idea.

If this is one of Infeld's
trust-building exercises --

It's not.

I'm Brett Caiman.

-I'm with the --
-New York office.

What's going on?

Stanton is in lockup.
He's being held without bail.

-For what?
-Murder.

-I get it.
-Yeah.

This is one of those
murder-mansion mystery things.

Oh, I love those!
Vintage Infeld.

Love these things.
All right, who's the victim?

-Gibson Hawke.
-That's a cool name!

He was one
of my Uncle's best friends.

Disappeared 15 years ago. They
were climbing Mount McKinley together.

Which is where his body
was found five days ago.

I don't have
much more information yet.

I'm starting to think --

This is real?

Yeah, we should
stop talking now.

But why are we
hearing this from you?

New York wanted someone
sent out to oversee things

until the situation
plays itself out.

Well, enjoy your stay,
'cause I don't work for you.

Actually, you do.

Karp, Franklin, and Bash,
you're trial team --

Stanton's call.

There's a surprise.

Everything case-related
goes through me.

That's it for now.

I'll be handling discovery.

I'll need two of you
overseeing...

-Is Stanton okay?
-What's with her?

She's been a trial assassin.

Now she works the cases
from behind the scenes,

you know, manipulates the media.

Why? We got this.

Yeah.
For once, you and I agree.

-I'm gonna go see Stanton.
-Let's go.

You two busy?
I've got something to show you.

Actually, we're gonna go
see Infeld right now.

Yeah, it's not a request.

Meet you outside
in five minutes. I'll drive.

When I started out
at the D.A.'s office,

they taught me it was critical

to see the most important
witness,

the one the jury never gets to
hear from -- the victim.

Why are his eyes open?

Uh, let me guess --
uh, your first corpse?

Not mine. Premed.

One medical man to another,

I noticed the decedent
is still clothed.

Yes, well, due to the
condition we found the body in,

we were only able to
conduct a partial autopsy.

Fantastic,
can we just concentrate

on the second-most important
person on the case?

There's no way Stanton's guilty.

He told authorities 15 years ago

that, when the blizzard hit,
Hawke insisted

on heading out for help,
and they never saw him again.

He was 20,000 feet up
in a blizzard!

Yeah. There's all kinds
of ways to die up there, right?

Yes, but Mr. Hawke died

from a 6-inch stab wound
to his abdomen.

What?

He was,
uh, stabbed to death.

And unless he was mugged
by a Yeti, I'd say --

-Aah!
-Ohh.

He moved!
He moved.

-He didn't move!
-Interesting.

Uh, it could be contractions
as the ice molecules dissipate,

but he's not, uh...

He's thawing out?

Okay. Excuse me for
a second. Hey, hey, hey, look.

Hey, okay, okay.

You're thinking "Encino man"?
Can't happen. Okay?

You're in a safe place. Okay?
Sorry.

Here's the murder weapon --

a climbing knife,
scrimshaw handle.

Okay, there's got to be
hundreds of knives like this.

With the name "Stanton
Infeld" inscribed in the handle?

We need to see our client.

So, Stanton, we got to ask.

What? If I'm guilty?

A good lawyer
never asks his client

whether he's guilty or not.

Come on, Stanton.
You're not a client.

-You're family.
-Listen.

There is a good reason why
the story I told 15 years ago

is inconsistent with the way
that Gibson's body was found.

See? I told you so.

I lied to the police.

That's not
a good reason at all.

Look,
Hawke and I were great friends.

I mean, we were
golf and tennis partners.

We even pursued the same women.

And let's just say that...

More than a few wagers
were made over the years, but...

That night...He was different.

He was...angry, irrational.

Our guide ordered us down

when we were only 200 feet
from the summit.

Well, Gibson refused.

He said he was going on
with or without us,

and he -- he grabbed
the last oxygen container.

I-I-I tried to reason with him.

I...

But he attacked me...Viciously.

So...I killed him.

You didn't have a choice.

Yeah,
if he'd taken your oxygen...

He would have
not only killed you

but the rest
of your climbing team.

Well, that works for me.

It was self-defense.

We're still stuck with
Infeld's lie when he came down.

Hawke was a pillar
of the community.

His scholarship endowment
still sends

hundreds of kids to college
every year.

So to preserve that...

And protect his memory
for his wife and kids...

...He lied
to cover up the death

of a man he killed
with his own hands.

Well, when you put it
like that...

Look,
Infeld's trying to protect him.

Would you want to be remembered
for your worst moment?

Say, the Halloween
you went as Hannah Montana.

Not my worst moment. And
I was dressed as Miley Cyrus.

If we're gonna admit that
we lied about Hawke's death,

then we have to make Infeld
look like a Saint

through the rest of his life.

Dig up whatever you can.

Already did.

It's not good.

What are you doing?

Compiling character
testimonials for Brett.

-We got trouble.
-What?

Private bank account
in the Bahamas.

Stanton's?

Hawke's.

Closed out
right around the time he died.

All right, well, could be
nothing, but let's check it out.

And don't tell anybody.

We've started to put together
the character wi-- oh, wow!

-Peter.
-I'm sorry.

I should have --
I should have knocked.

Uh, I'll just, um, leave these?

Relax.

I, um, need your help
with something.

Hmm. Okay.

It involves
you looking at me.

I'm going on "Anderson Cooper,"

see if we can't influence
the jury pool a little.

Which outfit's better?

That works for me.

I need to look
powerful and feminine

but not provocative.

What about your
character evidence?

Oh, um...

Testimonials on his honesty,
his character for nonviolence,

the charity work.

And they've all been subpoenaed?

Done.

What was that,
a couple of minutes ago?

What do you mean?

I heard you say
not to tell anyone.

Yes. Jared had
his first full body wax.

Frankly, I think
he took manscaping way too far.

-I told him, I said --
-Peter...

Are you sure you're keeping me
looped in about everything?

Hold my hair.

You're totally looped. I swear.

I know you and Franklin
bend the rules.

I won't have it,
not on this case.

The stakes are too high.

Of course.

And I want Karp
off the trial team.

K-- wha--

Karp may have a stick up his
ass, but he's a good lawyer.

Yeah,
and he's also Stanton's nephew.

If he argues his innocence,
the jury will think,

"Of course he's saying that.
He's family."

Well, Jared and I
will handle argument.

Karp is better at motions,
case citations --

You mean boring,
grown-up stuff that wins trials?

Exactly.
That's why we need him on the --

Yeah, it's decided.

You and Franklin.

Don't screw it up.

Hanna, I heard
you signed Triple B Electronics.

That's a huge get.

Good news travels fast.

You know, I wanted to
make sure that you're okay

about not being
on the trial team.

I pushed for you.

I am not gonna
second-guess Stanton.

Well,
if you're ready to work

where female partners are given
more than lip service...

I'm happy here.

-Worth a shot.
-Mm.

If you don't mind
keeping this between us...

Not a problem.

It's New York. Excuse me.

Hanna's gonna
take over the case.

Maybe she can get them
to listen to reason.

Who are these guys?

Dalton and Jacks,
the league owners.

Oh.

You should be represented
by counsel, gentlemen.

Unless he's your lawyer.

-We're lawyers.
-We're also...

Then, who's this?

El presidente.

We are making him
the next ultimo.

Look, I know this
is an emotional issue, but --

Uh, not for us.
We own the league.

Which means we own all
the characters in the league,

including Ultimo.

You like
letting women speak for you?

I'll tell you what --

why don't you give me the mask,
and I'll find you a skirt?

-Why don't you shut up?
-Okay, Amelia.

They're just trying to
get a rise out of us.

Let's just stay calm.

You have just upset
my daughter, señor.

That's weird. She wasn't
too upset last night in my room.

Why don't you say that
to my face?!

You want to be a dead man?

I'll handle this, J.

You need to be taught
a lesson in respect, señor.

And who's gonna
teach me, huh? You, old man?!

Soon. Someday soon.

I should be on this case.

If it were any other trial.

You're the most promising
attorney.

Yeah, I could care less
what you think of my lawyering.

But you do care

what the judicial
selection committee thinks.

Wh--
h-how do you know --

That you want to be a judge?

One of my law-school professors
is on the committee.

I got you bumped up the list.

I'd prefer to keep it
between us.

It's a little sensitive.

You need to let me
help my Uncle.

You want to help? Step aside.

It's the toughest thing to do.

But sometimes,
it's the smart move.

I found a croquet set.
Where would you like it set up?

Uh, on the south field.
Oh, wait a minute.

The Rolling 40 Crips are playing
softball now, aren't they?

-Listen, set it up 3:00.
-Yes, sir.

Hello, Damien.

Hi. Y-you heard that
Brett took me off the case?

Yes, I'm --
I'm sorry, Damien.

But, you know,
I hate to admit this,

but she probably did
the right thing.

Oh, by the way,
I saw her last night on "AC360."

Wow!
Is she ever compelling.

Stanton, this is serious.

Look, appearances
to the contrary, Damien...

I am concerned.

But to be honest with you,

I've been half-hoping
that this day would come,

when I could be judged
for what I've done.

Wow.
That was an honest moment.

There was, uh, no zen-master,
Yoda-style deflecting.

The D.A. has to prove
that Stanton Infeld

killed Gibson Hawke.

I'll save her some time. He did.

He stabbed him,
walked down the mountain,

and lied about it.

That's the Stanton Infeld
the D.A. wants you to know.

But you're gonna meet
the real Stanton,

the one I know,

the one who sees the good
in everyone and everything...

The Stanton Infeld
who took a shot on two lawyers

who were, well, let's just say,

not setting the legal world
on fire.

Objection.
While I agree

with Mr. Franklin's
characterization

of himself and his partner,

uh, can he make one thing
not about Franklin & Bash?

Fair enough.

Let's talk about two other
people you'll hear from --

Mike Lane and Rachel Ford.

Again, objection.

Those witnesses
haven't been provided.

That's because
Mikey is 11 and Rachel's 9.

Where are you going with this?

Your Honor,

obviously, Mike and Rachel
were not on the mountain.

But their grandfathers --
both on the climb,

since deceased after long,
full lives -- were.

And had it not been
for Stanton Infeld's heroism,

Mike and Rachel would have
never known their grandfathers.

Because Gibson Hawke would have
killed everyone up there...

...including himself.

I got this in El Paso --
an exposed nail in the ring.

And how much time
did you miss?

I fought the very next night.

We object to this testimony.

It's irrelevant.

No one's disputing
his commitment.

We thank him and invite him

to take all the time he needs,
starting now.

The contract --

Let's forget the contract.

I'm sure she'd like that.

Miss Linden,
this is a court of law.

We can't "forget" the contract.

All we're asking
is that you look

at the spirit of the contract.

I mean, we can't bargain
for a man's dignity.

Ah, but you can

for ownership of a character
in the league.

Oh, wait. We did.

Paragraph 2, subsection "b."

I'm sympathetic,
but I'm bound by the law.

You may step down, sir.
I'm sorry.

Your Honor, please.

I am ordering all parties

to return tomorrow
so that you may return the mask.

Hey, make sure you wash the mask

before you bring it back.

I'm an officer with the Alaskan Police
Department, Denali District.

Have you encountered
the defendant,

Stanton Infeld, before?
-I have.

How do you know this guy?

I have no recollection.

And I think I would remember
that mustache.

It's quite impressive.

And where did
the two of you meet?

At the Denali police
station. I took his statement.

Objection, Your Honor,
we've already admitted

that our client stretched the truth
when he came down from the mountain.

Duly noted,
but this is something he said

the night before they went up.

Officer Werth,
what were the circumstances

that led you to take
Mr. Infeld's statement?

It was
in our drunk holding cell,

after he had been booked
for assault.

Mr. Infeld
had been in a fistfight.

Oh, my! With whom?

Gibson Hawke.

Your Honor, we have
the defendant's booking photo

from that night.

Officer Werth, tell me --

did Mr. Infeld say anything
as he was being booked?

He was looking for Hawke.

He said, "If that son of a bitch
doesn't pay up,

he's a dead man."

Well...

He turned out to be
as good as his word on that.

Objection!

Withdrawn.

♪ I'm fittin' to stand up,
yes, indeed ♪

♪ clap my hands
and stamp my feet ♪

I didn't lie.

That looked
a lot like you in the mug shot.

I'd ask, "How'd the other
guy look?" But we kind of know.

Honestly, I-I had forgotten.

How do you -- how do you forget
an ass-whipping like that?

You don't know this about me.
I used to live pretty hard.

I am from Liverpool.

I mean, I could never
have just one drink

or sleep with one woman.

Or be second-best, ever!

I mean, I'd have a row

the same way you guys
squabble over oatmeal.

Who fights over oatmeal?

Precisely!

You want to say it or should I?

You think he's guilty?

It's hard to argue self-defense

when he called his shot
three days before he did it.

Sounds like specific intent
to me.

We got the crap
beat out of us in court today.

We need something good.

Hey.
Uh, come on in.

This is what they want.

Do we really have to
be there tomorrow?

Yeah, I'm sorry
about what happened in court.

If you could just give us
one second,

I'll, uh, figure out
how to handle tomorrow, okay?

-As far as Infeld's testimony --
-Dude, stop.

What?

-She digs you.
-God knows why, but,

-yeah, it looks like she does.
-Go comfort her.

We're in the middle of a case.

Even Frodo took breaks when
returning the ring to Mount Doom.

Never mind that. Just go.

We've been at it all night.
Take five.

Lucha used to just be his job.

But when my mother died...

I'm sorry.

...He got wrapped up
in his character.

I thought
it was to avoid mourning.

Then I realized
that's how he mourned.

We're not
giving up on this, Amelia.

It's not just about him.

Being a Lucha fan isn't like
rooting for the Lakers.

Ultimo stands for good.

He's a folk hero.

I know it sounds dumb,
but it's --

No, what it sounds like
is awesome.

You don't meet many folk heroes.

You'd have made
a good Luchador.

Yeah, I would have.

Yeah, but not as good as
me, 'cause I know all the moves.

-You know all the --
-Mm-hmm.

All right. Bring it.
Let's see. Break 'em out, Sally.

-All right.
-Oh, I could do that.

Ow. Okay.
All right, that's effective.

-Oh, wow! Okay.
-There.

I could make you tap out
in 15 seconds.

Well, you could try, b--

okay! I'm tapping out.
There it is.

Ow.

My father came up with it.

-Well done.
-Yeah.

All the Luchadors use it,

along with a bunch
of other holds he developed.

Let me try it on you.
Fair is fair.

-Okay.
-All right.

So this arm goes here and --
whoa!

I don't know
what move that is,

but you should copyright it.

Wait.

What's wrong?

What you just said --
your case.

Okay, don't move.

-I'll be right back.
-Okay.

Okay! All right.
I really have to go. Unh!

Hey,
I was just coming to find you.

I'm about to have sex --
crazy Lucha sex

with the daughter of a man
who could, and most likely will,

just tear my head off.

But I got to tell you
something quick, so go ahead.

-No, no, go first.
-No, you look like

-something's wrong.
-No, go.

We got to get Hanna on the
phone, get her over here now.

You thinking threesome?

No. Maybe.

No. No.

Look, Amelia was showing me
some of Ultimo's moves,

and then I figured out
how to win the case, all right?

I'm gonna say two words,
then I'm gonna get back

to having the sex
I so richly deserve --

"Copyright law."

Good, but I don't think
you're gonna have time for that

threesome, or even the twosome.

No, no, you said --

Come on. Come on.

Tell him.

I accessed
the banking system in Jamaica.

"Accessed"?

Well, if they spent less time

smoking giant blunts
and not washing their hair

and more time
on building firewalls --

Whoa! Whoa! I can't even
believe you just said that.

You know what, if you spent less time
in your little germ-free fortress --

No, that's what they do.
They smoke blunts and --

You're racist!

I'm not white.
I can't be racist.

-Yes, you are.
-Stop! Both of you!

Gibson Hawke's bank account

was closed out
three days after his death.

By Infeld.

You know,
Hawk and I were like brothers

Well, so were Cain and Abel.

You know, we had a slush fund

in the form of an offshore
account for gambling.

If anything happened
to the other,

who was ever left
would empty the account

and disburse the money
to charity.

Well, because of the way
I lived,

I always assumed
that it would fall to him.

Stanton,
I don't know how to say this,

but maybe we should consider,
you know, pleading guilty.

Yeah, th-that's smart.

A-a lawyer
should always be dispassionate.

So you want us to...

Look,
if I thought for one moment

that I murdered my friend,

I would have pled guilty
that night.

Now, although I can admire
your skepticism,

if you guys want to step aside,

I'd be happy to represent myself
from here on out.

That's not gonna be necessary.

We're gonna win this for you.

I made it clear

that you were
to surrender the mask --

We're filing a
counterclaim against the league

for violating Ultimo's
intellectual-property rights.

I want that mask!
It's my time!

Mr. Jacks,
please tell your associate

to pipe down,
or I'll have my bailiff...

...Escort him
out of the courtroom.

-What?
-While the league

owns Ultimo, they don't own

whatever moves he developed
while he was --

That's ridiculous, Your Honor.

The moves are part
of the character.

Can you show me
where it says that?

Your Honor, you said
you were bound by the contract,

which lists all rights
granted to the league,

but it doesn't mention moves.

It's weak, Miss Linden.

Weak? It's --
it's comatose, Your Honor.

It's enough to take it to trial.

Your client may keep the mask...

...Until the issue
has been further litigated.

Nice work.

It's in the bag,
and you do the comatose joke.

The trial won't be for
another three months, so until then --

They can't
take the mask. I know.

And I know, to you,
it's just a mask.

And I know how I must look.

You don't look --

I kept this for 25 years
by fighting for it.

And thank you
for fighting for me, really,

but I didn't climb
into the ring every night

to have some piece of paper

tell me whether or not
I deserve this mask.

That night on the mountain,
when you stabbed Mr. Hawke,

you had no choice,
isn't that correct?

I had a choice.

I could have let the rest of
my team perish on that mountain,

or...

I could have killed
my best friend.

And lied about it.

Look, I've had occasion to
re-live every moment.

Ah, of course I have regrets,

but protecting
the name of my best friend,

even if I had to lie about it,
isn't one of them.

Thank you.
No further questions.

You said you
and Mr. Hawke beat each other up

and that was just part
of your competitive natures.

Yes, that's right.

And you had no motive
to kill him?

No.
I loved that man.

Hmm, then,
perhaps you can explain

why you emptied out his bank
account three days after his death?

Objection!

You've been a lawyer
a long time.

Wouldn't you agree that money
is a pretty compelling motive --

-Objection, Your Honor!
-Your Honor!

Counsel, approach.

She cannot blindside us

with new evidence
in the middle of trial.

Well, it shouldn't
be too much of a surprise,

seeing as how we got it
from someone at Infeld/Daniels.

What are you up to?

Why don't we take this
in my office?

You mean Stanton's office?

What, you don't want
everyone knowing

that you're helping the D.A.
convict him?

I'm not going to apologize
for following the rules.

It's the responsibility
of both parties

to turn over all evidence --

That you plan on using
in court, which we weren't.

Which I'd know
if I was kept in the loop.

I hear you talking
about a bank account,

it shows up
on the firm's server...

So you send it to the D.A.?

Along with hundreds
of other documents.

I don't know
what your motive is here,

other than helping the other
side send Infeld to prison,

but we're done taking orders
from you.

We got a case to win.
Our way.

I hope you do.
For all your sakes.

That's right.
Franklin and Bash!

No one tells us what to do!

Except Infeld.

-And Carmen.
-Yeah.

-Karp sometimes.
-Speaking of Karp...

I heard about court today.
I was just gonna go see Stanton.

You want back
on the trial team?

Hell, yeah.
But what about Brett?

You gonna let her
tell you what to do?

Last time I checked,
we run this place.

Uh, no, you don't.
I'm in.

-Trial team group hug?
-Let's do it.

No.

Hey.

What have you been talking about
with Brett?

She's offering me a
senior partnership in New York.

Thought it was something
like that. Don't trust her.

Why? Is she lying?

Worse.

You may have fooled the
judge, but when he's forced

-to look at the con--
-What's up?!

What the --
what the hell's going on here?

We invited him.

You know, there are better ways
to handle all of this.

Yeah, the Lucha way.

I'm not afraid.
You afraid?

Hell, no. Let's do this.

Okay, we --

We decide when
a fight is sanctioned, so --

Then sanction it!

Your guy wins,
you get the mask.

Ultimo wins, he keeps it
and gets to defend his title.

Either way, you get to promote
the fight and collect the gate.

-Done.
-Done.

I already said "done."

Well,
I just wanted it clear.

-She knows.
-We're done.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.
Kick his ass.

Bend your knees.

Ernie, uh, take over.

Hey, stick with the wuji.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yes.
Thank you for asking. I'm okay.

You know we still have a shot.

You know, you boys did
yourself, and me, very proud.

I still wish there was
someone else to tell the story.

Well, unfortunately,
dead men tell no tales.

Actually, Stanton, they do.

Call the court. Tell them
we have one more witness.

Stay with Stanton.

Just another moment,
Your Honor.

You have conducted
yourself with surprising decorum.

I only hope
that when Mr. Bash arrives,

he doesn't have one of your
desperate stunts up his sleeve.

-No, Your Honor.
-I'm here!

As its final witness,
the defense calls...

Gibson Hawke to the stand.

Told you it wasn't a stunt.

Over my dead body.

Brett.

Got a minute?

I've got one.
What can I help you with?

Go back to New York,
for starters.

Excuse me?

We've been looking
at the firm's charter,

at the line of succession
here in the L.A. office.

And if my Uncle's convicted,
I'm next in line.

Then me,
but if we're not around...

Yeah, say,
if one of us becomes a judge

and the other one
goes to New York...

I have no
intention of staying in L.A.

Really? That's weird.

Because you've been looking at
houses in Bel Air with a broker.

And how would you know that?

Involving yourself
in a murder trial

where you stood to gain
by your client being convicted.

That's not gonna play well
on "Anderson Cooper," is it?

Step aside, Brett.

It's the toughest thing to do.

But sometimes,
it's the smart move.

-That was like a minute, right?
-Yeah.

-Yeah. Awesome.
-Hmm.

I've cleared the
courtroom, and I have my special

"Contempt of the court" pen
at the ready, gentlemen.

-I hate that pen.
-Mm-hmm.

You are asking to bring
a corpse into my courtroom?

No, t-that would be ridiculous.

We want
to bring the court to him.

Jury field trip to the morgue.

A field trip? Really?

You sure you got signed
permission slips from your moms?

Actually,
we got one from yours.

-Last night.
-Enough!

If you can find me one case

where a body was brought
into the court --

Formosus. Not the most
current case. It's from '96.

Yeah, that's
15 years ago. That's fine.

Actually, Your Honor...
896.

So 1,100 years ago.

No, Your Honor,
please wait.

Your Honor, Your Honor,
papal courts of Rome.

They dug up Formosus
and tried him posthumously.

I meant a
case from this millennium

or the last millennium.

Okay, well, since
we're talking about dead people,

let me mention another one --
Thomas Jefferson.

He wrote a little thing
called the Constitution.

You are kidding, right?

Maybe the founding fathers

are a joke to D.A. "Nutella,"
but not for us.

The confrontation clause
of the sixth amendment.

It states that a defendant
is entitled to face his accuser.

Took con law three times.

Face his accuser? He's dead.

Look, the prosecution's theory

has been that our client
hated Gibson Hawke.

We've argued that Infeld
would never hurt Gibson Hawke.

All we're saying is,
enough talk from the lawyers.

Well,
I can't disagree with that.

Let the jury gauge for itself

how Mr. Infeld reacts
to facing his friend.

You said if we cited
a case, Your Honor. Your words.

Okay.

Let's have a field trip.

You want to sit together
on the bus?

No,
I want to stab myself in the eye

with your tiny body.

Mm.

Think she likes me.

Have you had further occasion

to conduct analysis
on Gibson Hawke?

Yes, I've taken samples
of brain tissue.

We have an implement that
allows us to drill directly --

Okay, we get --
we get the picture.

Your Honor,
a moment with counsel?

-You look pale.
-He's smiling now.

Okay, all right. Tag out,
Lucha style. I got this.

Hi. What my woozy partner
meant to say

was, why didn't you
do it before?

Well,
based on the stab wounds,

the cause of death seemed clear.

And what did
your new autopsy show?

At the time of his death,

Mr. Hawke was suffering
from hypoxia,

otherwise known
as mountain fever.

And what are some
of the symptoms?

Uh, psychotic breaks,

irrational rage,
extreme violence.

So, if Mr. Hawke
was in one of these rages,

a person acting in self-defense

could have had to stab Mr. Hawke
in order to stop him.

Objection.
He's creating his own scenario.

Based on the evidence.
Same as you.

The only difference is,
you have to prove yours

beyond a reasonable doubt.

Overruled.

Mr. coroner man --

Uh, Mr. Conti.
Bruce Conti.

Isn't it possible --
excuse me -- reasonable

that my client was acting
not only in defense of himself

but the entire climb team
when he killed Gibson Hawke?

I-I would say, uh...

More than reasonable.

No further questions.

Decent dog and pony show.

It must've been
more than decent, or you

wouldn't be talking to us.

He pleads guilty
to filing a false report --

three years probation and
2,000 hours of pro bono work.

Seems a bit stiff.

I accept.

Um, but I just have
two requests.

Make it 5,000 hours.

Uh, you understand
how negotiating works, Stanton?

And a moment, please,
with Gibson.

I never got to say goodbye.

Farewell, dear friend.

Perhaps now you will...

Rest in peace.

That's what I've always wanted
for you.

Ohh!

Ugh!

Oh, my.

Come on, Ultimo!

Come on, get up, get up!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

This is truenos perno.
The thunderbolt.

Finish him! Come on!

Whoo!

I taught him that!

One of the benefits of jail --

you get to realize the value
of economy of space.

I mean, who needs all this room?

I just
wanted to welcome you back.

Ah.

I expect you're wondering
why I kept you off my trial.

Yes, actually.

And you think that I value

Damien, Jared, and Peter more.

It's hard
not to see it that way.

You know...

I kept you off my case

because you mean more
than they do.

You're gonna
have to explain that one.

Look, this firm
is bigger than any one person,

a-and you just
won the Lucha case.

That old fighter's needs were
no less important than mine.

Which is why I've decided

that if and when I step aside...

I want you to run this firm.

Not Damien?

Oh, no.
Damien, he wants to be a judge.

Besides...

I have my heart set on you.

Welcome back.

♪ Ha ha, come on, yeah! ♪

♪ dead silence in the realm,
descendants of the hill ♪

♪ been down for a while ♪

Mm.

Hmm? Hey!

Congratulations.

Ah, hey! Ultimo.

And Ultimo's giant friends.

Congratulations, huh?

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

We heard
from the league. They're broke.

Dalton and Jacks took off.

They owe Ultimo
his share of the gate.

And us our attorney fees.

-Right.
-That blows.

It doesn't blow too bad.

They're in default, so we get
whatever asset they have left.

Wait. You mean --

You're 50% owners
of the Fuerte Lucha League.

Along with me.

-Yeah!
-You come here.

I want to talk to you.

We can talk right here.

Uh, yeah, okay,
um, it's good right here.

But, Ultimo, we won.
You don't have to take --

You're with my daughter now.

That's like family.

I-I like Amelia,

but I don't know
if we're together,

you know, "with" so much,
you know.

Business partners.

Business partners.

Shh.

Thank you.

Found that fake head
you put in my bed.

You liked that, huh?

-Solid effort.
-Thank you.

But I just want you to know

that if we were somewhere and
you started acting all crazy,

it would be my honor
to kill you.

Aww.
I'd kill you, too, buddy.

Hey. All right, you get
to choose how and where you die.

Game 7, World Series,
Dodger Stadium --

Jessica Alba and I making love
in a luxury box.

The minute the Dodgers clinch,

boom, struck by lightning --
dead.

Put a lot of thought into this.

Yes, I did.
What about you?

Eaten by lions.

-Really?
-Mm.

No sleeping with Marisa Tomei
or jamming with Keith?

That's selfish, man.

We gonna join,
or we gonna sit back?

No, I can't.

You coming?

♪ Raise your hand ♪

♪ free your mind ♪

♪ break it down ♪

Whoo! Ha!

♪ Raise your hand ♪

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