Harry's Law (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Day in the Life - full transcript

Previously on "Harry's Law..."

Malcolm Davies is a bright young man
who wanted to do wonderful things.

The defendant is sentenced
to two years in state prison.

Said sentence to be suspended
pending Mr. Davies's

successful completion of a
drug rehabilitation program.

To help Adam will be your first
official assignment as our new paralegal.

I'm sorry. I promise I'll get him.

We got him.

He's cutting a deal that
allows him to walk free!

Give me the guy's address.

I'd be aiding and abetting a crime.



As viscerally satisfying

as it was for me to
know you beat the crap

out of that guy, I was
also disgusted by it!

Murder is a terrible thing, awful thing...

When a person's life is snuffed out.

The evidence will show
that Marie Graham's life

was snuffed out viciously

by the defendant, her husband.

He discovered her having an affair,

and he stabbed her...

Seven... times.

The evidence will show that the man

seated right there, in that chair,

committed this brutal, violent, vicious,



gruesome, despicable act.

It won't be a pleasant trial,
I apologize for that.

Murder is ugly, and there is simply no way

to dress up or sugarcoat
brutal, violent, vicious

gruesome, despicable stabbings.

If there is to be any
solace in this proceeding,

it will have to come from your verdict.

A verdict that holds

the responsible murderer accountable,

a verdict that puts him away,

so at least no one else will fall prey

to one of his...

Brutal,

violent, vicious, gruesome,

despicable acts.

I get the sense the D.A.
Is looking to convict here

- with adjectives.
- Objection.

I would ask that defense counsel

not turn this into a
personal attack on me.

Common tactic... I get
it, vilify the victim,

better yet, the D.A.
-- I get it, common tactic.

Mr. Peyton, she didn't interrupt you.

My name is Harriet Korn,

and I would agree, murder
is a terrible thing.

In fact, the brutal, violent,
vicious, gruesome,

despicable ones tend to be
among my least favorite.

But listening to Mr. Peyton's opening,

I was struck that while he talked

about evidence and what it will show,

he failed to include any.

The reason is simple:

He hasn't got any.

Oh, yes, he has a
victim who happened to be

having an affair, so he,

like the police, automatically
jumped to the conclusion:

Must be the husband.

Well, guess what?

It wasn't.

You know, in most cases, it falls

to the defense attorney to
simply argue the elements.

Why?

Well, let's face it, most
times defendants are guilty.

So we stress things like reasonable doubt;

the State hasn't satisfied
its burden and so forth.

Rarely do we get the chance to
look a jury in the eye and say,

"my client is innocent."

But I'm gonna look all of you in the eye

right now and say exactly that.

Justin Graham is an innocent man.

Your honor, approach?

I'm sorry, but I've just been informed

that the police, pursuant to a warrant,

have opened a safety-deposit
box belonging to the defendant

at dorset savings and loan... in the box,

they retrieved a finger,

evidently matching the severed
finger of the victim.

- I beg your pardon?
- I thought maybe we should

suspend, allow both sides

a brief discovery period and then continue.

Only fair, only fair.

You said they found her...
her missing finger?

Yes.

And where did you say it was?

In your client's safety-deposit box.

Something you'd like to share, Justin?

Hold on, would you?

Just let me think for a second.

Okay, I was in shock,

I saw the finger, I picked
it up as a memento.

A memento?

Yes. I loved her.

It was her wedding ring finger.

I put it in my pocket.

It was just the delusional
act of a husband in shock.

Then, not knowing what to do with it,

knowing it would incriminate me,

I put it in the deposit box.

I think we're out.

What? What do you mean?

I mean, you need to find a new lawyer.

- What are you talking about?
- I mean I'm not representing you,

and neither is Adam.

You lied to us.

Wait. So if I murder somebody
you'll represent me,

but God forbid I lie.

See ya.

Lady, you just switch
to diminished capacity...

what the hell kind of lawyer are you?

Let's just draft up a motion to withdraw.

We're no longer representing

Justin Graham, so you can

box up all his files...

What the hell is this?

Oh, um, our one-sheet.

I'd like to advertise in local magazines.

- No.
- Harry...

- No!
- Hey, I'm getting

a little tired of dragging
you along for the ride.

This is an upscale shoe store

and a law firm in a
not-so-great neighborhood.

Neither one of us has many walk-ups.

We need to put ourselves on the map.

- Who designed that?
- I did.

You did?

You spelled "counsel" wrong.

Malcolm Davies?

What's going on?

- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
- What the hell?

You have the right to remain silent;

you have the right to an attorney.

- We know what his rights are.
- Step back, lady.

I won't step back, and I'm
getting sick and tired of police

charging into my office,
throwing people to the ground!

- Get your hands off me!
- Shut your mouth!

What's this about?

Possession of a controlled
narcotic with intent.

- What?
- It's a lie!

Don't say anything, Malcolm.

- You have the right to remain silent
- What?!

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

I want to see my client.

I already told you, lady...

He has a right to counsel.

- Ever heard of the sixth amendment?
- Know what?

If I had a nickel for every time
some snide-ass little prick

tried to educate me on
the sixth amendment...

- I'm not little!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's going on?

I got Opie and Aunt Bee here

- looking to see Malcolm Davies.
- Okay.

- Have a seat; We'll call you in a bit.
- How long's "a bit"?

What the hell are you
keystone people up to now?

Tommy Jefferson appearing
for Malcolm Davies.

How you doing, Harry, Rude?

What is going on here? Malcolm Davies

is as fine a young man as I've ever known.

- I demand to know why you're holding him.
- Only 20-year-olds I know

can afford three lawyers are drug dealers.

I'll cut you like a wild boar.

Tommy, you're not helping.

All of you can take a seat.

We'll let you know when
you can see your client.

Harry, you got your motion in chambers.

You better go. I'll wait here.

I'll wait, too.

Yeah, we got it covered.

Tommy Jefferson is on it.

Go ahead, Harry.

We'll handle it.

Malcolm, I'm detective Garcia.

This is detective Maldonado.

I'm represented by counsel.

You can't talk to me.

Well, that only goes for suspects,

which you're not.

What?

You're not really under arrest, son,

and we apologize for the
aggressive takedown.

But we're not exactly sure

of all the variables in your office,

so due to reasons that
I'm about to explain,

we had to make it look real...
it was for your own protection.

What's going on?

Well, you were once pretty tight with

Terron Washington, aka doughboy.

A long time ago.

Well, not that long.

Mr. doughboy's moved on

from street sales; Now he's the front man

for a crew that only supplies dealers.

- I don't know anything about that.
- Well, this crew

that he's with, they won't sell

to anyone they don't already know.

We'd like you to tell doughboy

you represent an out-of-town dealer

and you want to make a buy.

- Are you crazy? I'm out of here.
- Sit down, Malcolm.

You can't hold me for
this; I know my rights.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

You're gonna be a lawyer, right?

Malcolm, we would at least like for you

to hear what we have to say.

Please.

Look, this would be

a one-time thing.

You wear this little transmitter.

We could sew it right into
the zipper of your hoodie.

You make the buy,

and then you're done.

I'd be risking my life.

Why would I even consider this?

What'd be in it for me?

Well, first, you'd be doing good.

Some people find that rewarding.

Second, a word from us

could shave some time
off of your probation.

A lot of time.

Now, we can't promise you
this, of course, but...

I'm a pretty well-respected
detective at the D.A.'s office,

and I've been successful
at making things happen.

If I help you with this,

I want my probation to end.

And...

I want my record expunged.

My entire record.

- Yeah, right.
- That's the deal.

You want doughboy...

That's my terms.

You know... I'm really not that rude.

What was that?

I thought I heard something.

Sounded like a bug.

A peepy, squeaky, little, rude bug.

Tommy, can you look at me?

Please?

The reason

I so went after you in court

is because I was daunted by you.

Like you say, you're Tommy
Jefferson, and I'm...

If anything, I was in awe.

- Really?
- I swear!

I've followed your career.

I promise you, I have a
lot of respect for you.

That's different.

But you were rude.

And there are different
ways to show your respect.

Hey.

We can go.

Malcolm, hey.

I came as soon as I heard.

Son, not to worry. I'm all over this.

I'm not being charged with anything.

Really? What's going on?

A case of mistaken identity.
We do apologize.

Let's go.

I scared 'em off is what happened.

Had to be.

Okay.

What's up?

I'm withdrawing from the case.

Excuse me?

Intolerable relationship with the client.

I'm getting out. Now? You kidding me?

You kidding me? You kidding me?

I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

Counsel, the trial has already begun.

I can't let you withdraw.

- My client lied to me.
- Yeah, well,

defendants do that, especially
with their lawyers.

I can't do it.
Well, you're going to have to.

Why would you make me do this?

Why? Because we've impaneled a jury.

Because we've already started the trial.

Because lawyers represent
guilty clients all the time.

Because you pulling out now

would prejudice a defense, and frankly,

because your motion is silly.

I won't be effective. I'll be inadequate.

No, you will be just fine.

Your request is denied.

- You're going back in there.
- Wait a second.

It wasn't a request.

I'm telling you, I'm off.

All right, Ms. Korn,

the way it works is I
get to do the telling.

It's a perk of the goth robes.

I'm wearing them now.

If you order me to continue on as counsel,

I will just tank it.

I see, in which case,

I will hold you in contempt

and refer you to the overseers,

where you'll no doubt be disbarred.

Well, you might as well
hold me in contempt now,

and save everyone some time, because--

something tells me that you will behave

as an officer of the court.

Something, namely me,

is telling you I won't.

I will tank this trial.

Your motion is denied.

I sympathize.

But this trial is going on.

With you.

What are you going to do?

I have no idea.

But frankly,

I'm a little more concerned
with you, Malcolm.

I'll be fine.

You have no training as an undercover.

They wire me up, I make the buy.
There's not much to it.

And what if this doughboy suspects you?

He won't.

Plus, the cops'll be a few
blocks away, listening in a van.

I'll be safe, Harry.

This whole thing just
smells too dangerous to me.

Harry, you know as well as I do,

a criminal record could
keep me out of law school.

This way, I get it expunged.

I can't turn that down.

A detective can't expunge your record.

I already agreed, all right?

I'm doing it tonight.

Well, I'm not letting you risk your life

on the promise of a detective.

We should get an executed agreement

from the D.A.'s office.
Adam, can you handle that?

I'm not in trial with you?

No. I'll be damned

if I'm giving this creep both of us.

Be careful.

Just checking on the status of my case.

Nothing new. They're just
going to keep you as a person

of interest, hang that over your head,

which they can do forever if they want.

They ain't filing charges?

No. I doubt they ever will.

Good.

When we arrived, we found
the victim in the bedroom,

supine position, multiple stab wounds.

She was already dead.

And the defendant?

Also in the bedroom. Very despondent.

Did he say anything?

Not much. Just that he came home

from the office and
discovered her that way.

Hmm. And did you believe him?

Well, at first, we had no reason not to.

But the neighbors reported
seeing his car arrive home

prior to hearing any screaming.

It also became apparent that the scene,

which at first looked like a home invasion,

was more likely staged.

How'd you figure that?

The broken glass from the
window of the supposed entry.

Much of the glass was outside the house.

Also, we found no footprints

on the ground outside the window.

Thank you, officer.

Do you always find footprints
in cases of home invasions?

- No. Not always, but...
- Thank you.

And officer, could it have been

the sound of my client screaming

that the neighbors heard
after he arrived home?

All three witnesses said
they heard a woman.

Well, hysterical screaming,
that could reach

a rather high pitch, couldn't it?

Man or woman?

I wouldn't know.

You wouldn't know. And yet here you are,

offering conclusions just the same.

- Objection, badgering.
- Badgering?

It's called cross-examination.

Objection is overruled.

Look, officer...

You know my client killed his wife.

Certainly, I know it. Counsel.

But you can't tell that from the sound

- of a stupid scream, can you?
- Ms. Korn.

My client told me his wife
didn't have time to scream,

that he first got her from behind.

All right. That's it.

This case is hereby declared a mistrial.

Bailiff, please take Ms. Korn into custody.

- Did I do something wrong?
- You are in contempt of court.

- Bailiff? Take her.
- Take me where?

You're not going to put me in a cell

with my client, are you?
'Cause he kills people.

I love it that you're actually
in here, asking me for a favor.

I'm not, actually. Detective Garcia

is asking the favor.

He's seeking to put my
client at serious risk.

These are the terms.

Okay, first, I can't expunge his record.

Only a judge can do that.

The judge will follow your recommendation.

- And what makes you think that?
- You're charming.

Look, talk to your detective.

This is something he wants.

And as I said, these are the terms.

If you want Malcolm Davies
to be a police agent,

these are the terms.

Excuse me.

Hey, Harry.

What?

Are you out of your mind?

Could be. Harry.

- For God's sake!
- Never mind.

- Did you post my bail?
- I tried.

They say it isn't about bail.

What? Who said that?

I did. Remember me?

Black robe, gavel, little hostile?

Look, your honor, she
recently went off her meds.

- I'm not on meds.
- You see?

It's awful.

Trivializing this would
not be the way to go.

This woman is an extremely
admired attorney.

Which makes this all the more tragic.

Look... we don't know each other well.

But I do know of you,

and I have followed the recent trajectory

of your career with curiosity

and, well, hope.

I mean, a lawyer walks away

from a lucrative practice to perhaps

do something more meaningful.

Instead...

one who commits career
suicide in, of all places,

my courtroom.

I am recommending you for
permanent disbarment.

And it breaks my heart.

There he is.

Hey, doughboy.

Malcolm, right?

Ain't seen your junkie ass in the longest.

I need some candy-caine.

I ain't slinging no more.

We just be selling carpet

in bulk.

I need weight.

Two bricks.

Yo, Singh.

Watch the floor a few.

When you need these two
rolls of plush pile?

Soon as you can get 'em.

Short notice.

I got to ask the boss.

This carpet,

it for your house?

My cousin's in Virginia Beach.

Guy who supplies his co--

carpet got picked up.

Says if I hook him up,

he gonna hit me off with a finder's fee.

He be down.

Where you been at?

I'm on probation.

What happen to that base-head
you was runnin' with? Violet?

Violetta.

She's dead.

When she didn't have money for rock,

I'd tap that bitch.

Boss will be in directly.

You lose him, too?

Bug must have died.

Damn.

Oh, man.

What...

- Yo, mal, what's up, boy?
- Hey, man.

- How you doing?
- Yo.

You know, you really looking good, man.

Me and Malcolm go back, fool.

Yo. I heard you gonna be
a lawyer and whatnot.

That's the plan.

See? I knew you were gonna make it.

You'll be the one that got out.

Yo, T.

We gotta roll, man.

You see me conversating?

So, what you doin' here, feel?

He need two rolls of plush pile, asap.

No.

Not me, my cousin.

Oh, good.

You stay away from this mess, man. Okay?

We got plush pile in stock?

Comin' in tonight.

But the Dominicans been
waitin' on that delivery.

Well, looks like they gonna
be waitin' a little longer.

You come pick up your two rolls
tomorrow night, all right?

Thanks, T.

It's good to see you, Malcolm.

You, too.

You, too.

- What do you mean you killed the bug?
- He used to be my best friend!

Tank.

I didn't keep up with
him after I got busted,

'cause I've been trying
to avoid the whole...

- So you cut the bug?
- The cops think it just failed.

They don't know who he is, but
he's the one they want, so,

they want me to go back.

I thought I'd be helping nail doughboy.
He's bad.

He used to sell dope to middle school kids.

But Tank... is different.

I been thinking, um,

I should give him the heads up.

You do that, and you open
yourself up to criminal charges.

He was like a brother to me.

One time I muled for this dealer.

Instead of delivering the
stuff, I used it myself.

The guy came looking for me to kill me.

Tank stepped in.

Took a bad beating.

Probably saved my life.

You're really breaking my heart here.

I'm sorry, but your friend
Tank's a major drug dealer.

He's the reason a lot of kids are addicts

or convicts or corpses.

So letting him continue to
destroy lives it's...

I don't mean to sound like
your mother, Malcolm,

but this is one of those moments
when you have to decide

what kind of man you're
going to be in life.

Harry, I came as soon as I heard.

- Heard what?
- That you're going to be disbarred.

I'll defend you, not to worry.

We will not let this happen.

Thank you, Tommy,
that won't be necessary.

Who's defending you, him? Rude boy?

Nobody's defending me.

The only real shot I have here
is to fall on the grenade

and beg for mercy, so
that's what I plan to do.

- Let me at least go with you.
- I don't think it'll help.

Harry, come on.
We're like a family now.

We are?

Let me at least be at your side.

I'll stay silent if you prefer,

but someone should at least
be there, for God's sake.

I'm going with her, okay, Tommy?

Neither of you is going with me.

Malcolm.

Word on the street's you're buying.

That ain't true, is it?

It's a one-time thing.

Malcolm, prison is full of guys

who done one-time things.
You lost your head, bro?

- Stay out of it, Damien.
- I ain't good at that.

Stay out of it.

Okay? Well, why don't we just do this?

If you need any help at all,
I'll just kind of be the...

Sorry. My bad.

I won't trivialize

the severity of my actions, but I will say,

I asked to be let out.

The judge refused.

I told her if I wasn't let out,

I would do exactly what I did.

That is hardly an excuse for
selling out your client,

especially in open court.

- It isn't, but...
- Counsel,

you tanked a trial.
There's nothing worse.

If we don't disbar an attorney
for doing that, when would we?

Harry,

I could be wrong, but I think

they expect you to say something here.

There's nothing to really say.

Your honor, disbarment
is the ultimate penalty.

It's permanent in Ohio.
And as you know,

we reserve that punishment
for the worst of the worst.

That's the death penalty.
We disbar for a lot of things.

Look, I would think you'd consider

not just the totality of the circumstances,

but the person, as well.

This is Harriet Korn.

She has served this bar
with integrity, valor,

- honor...
- This is not a referendum on the person.

It's about what she just did.

She could be my mother and

I'd still be voting to disbar.

- Your honor, I've met your mother.
- Harry.

Do you find humor in this, Ms. Korn?

No.

If our profession is
to lay any claim to moral integrity...

For God's sake, you tanked a murder trial.

Why the hell didn't
you just fake being sick?

Claim a health scare, a family tragedy.

You could have found a more clever way

to wiggle out of this than
announcing to the jury

that your client was guilty.

I think this is the act

of someone who wants to be disbarred.
Do you?

Because if so, there is nothing

you could have possibly done to
better guarantee that result.

This all happened in the course...

Mr. Branch, your loyalty is noted,

but we need to hear from Ms. Korn herself.

Your honor, the truth is, I don't

really have a satisfactory explanation.

And maybe the best...

What Ms. Korn is saying is...
she needs a little time.

Short recess?

We'll give you to 2:00,

then resume.

You have to fight, Harry.

If you say nothing, you're dead.

Fight for what?

The right to keep representing drug dealers

and murderers...

- Are you serious?
- I'm damn serious.

Maybe this is kind of a sign.

Time to get out.

I've put away a little money.

Maybe I should just retire and...

What is it retirees do?

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Look, I won't let you just give up.

- I won't.
- It's my life.

- I can choose to...
- No, it isn't.

It isn't?

No. It's my life, too.

And Jenna's and Malcolm's.

We all walked this
shoe-store plank with you.

Plus, you're not even
remotely ready to retire.

I can see it in your eye.

You like this. You're having fun.

I never have fun.

That's a lie.

This job is probably the most fun

you've ever had in your life.

Whatever you say about our practice,

our neighborhood, this shoe store,

us...

it adds up to something
worth fighting for, Harry.

Okay. Thank you.

What's happening?

We broke for lunch, due back at 2:00.

How's it going?

Well...

And Malcolm, what about you?
What's going on?

Supposed to go back tonight soon
as the carpet store closes.

So, you're doing it for sure?

Malcolm, I...

Listen, I don't really know

anything about this whole
double-agent snitch business,

but something tells me
that indecision could get you killed.

And so, since you don't
really have much of a choice,

seems to me, you should just
make up your mind and do it.

The guy's my friend, Jenna.

That's crap. He's not your friend.

He's somebody who used to be your friend

when you were a drug addict.

Dealers aren't really friends to addicts.

- Harry here?
- No, she's...

somewhere else.

Damien.

Damien!

Look, I'm not sure what's up
with all the hostility...

I'm just a hostile person.

That's why I tend to disgust people.

Ah. Okay. Look...

You wanted me to do what I do, bro.

You know it's what you wanted.

- And now I disgust you?
- You're right.

There is nothing I wanted more

than the crap to get beat out of him.

I also know I likely conveyed that.

I was a part of that beating.

Which is why...

The disgust I have... a
lot of it's with myself.

I let you do the dirty work.

I let you risk prison.

And, uh...

I'm sorry.

I projected a lot of
contempt on you that...

I should have reserved for myself.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay, Ms. Korn.

It's Hail Mary time.

I realize my law career is probably over,

and that I have no defense.

But if I may.

You spoke of your need to
safeguard the integrity

of the legal profession.

To which I respond, what integrity?

Do you know what people
think about lawyers?

Do you?

We used to be revered.

Lawyers started this country.

Our founding fathers.

Of the 55 delegates who attended
our Constitutional Convention,

35 had legal training.

And now, we're collectively thought of

as greedy, manipulative, corrupt.

And why?

'Cause somehow along the way,

the justice game became all about winning.

Defense attorneys go so
far to conceal the truth

that the D.A.'s have no choice

but to play just as dirty, so we end up

with a system that isn't
even remotely honorable.

My ethical obligation here

was to do everything within my power

to dupe a jury into believing

that my client didn't murder his wife.

My moral responsibility was to distort

and manipulate the actual facts

so far beyond recognition

as to put a murderer back on the street.

It's disgusting. Indecent.

My partner here?

Last week, a man tried
to rape his girlfriend.

The rapist is being set free

so he can cooperate with
police on another case.

That's how our justice works.

Make the right deal, and
a rapist gets freedom.

And consider this very proceeding.

I'm before the board

of bar overseers, and
you actually suggested

that I lie about an illness
or a family tragedy,

something more clever

to get away with turning on my client.

It's all just a big game.

And you lecture me about moral integrity.

Only real question before you today is,

will she ever pull this again?

I won't.

Why?

Well, the truth is, I've
got too much to lose.

The big irony here is, I never loved

the practice of law...

Until now, after I began
doing it in a shoe store

with people I rather adore.

People whose lives in part depend...

I screwed up here, I admit.

I'd like to use my Mulligan.

The practice of law,

despite its many, many flaws,

can still be a very noble thing.

And I like to think

it's just a little more
noble with me in it.

But, uh...

That's your call.

The fact that they're
not ruling right away

has to be a good sign.

It means they're at least
thinking about it.

Harry?

What?

I'm sorry. I'm a little...

I'm worried about Malcolm.

He's doing this now?

He said at 7:00.

It's exciting, isn't it?

Aren't we lucky that we get

to lead such exciting, dramatic lives?

It's too exciting.
Just once, I'd like to have a normal day.

Are we ever gonna have
just a lousy, normal day?

Probably not.

Tommy, do you mind if
I ask you a question?

Of course.

Why are you here?

Because I care about you, Harry.

We're like family.

Oh, right.

I forgot.

We're back.

What you did... it was off the charts.

And I repeat the question.

If we don't disbar a lawyer

for tanking a trial,
then when would we?

But your condemnation of
the legal profession...

it doesn't fall on deaf ears.

With the proliferation of
fly-by-night law schools,

as we spew attorneys out like widgets,

and as the product is increasingly diluted,

the American Bar has become
a bit of a cesspool.

We're not sure what the
answer is, but it can't be

throwing one of the better attorneys out.

And despite your transgression,

we all feel

you are one of the better ones.

And we do agree.

The practice of law

is a more noble thing with you in it.

Conditioned on you performing

100 hours of Pro Bono work

for each of the next five years,

and you staying true to your promise

that you will never do this again,

you live.

Are you serious?

Would you like us to reconsider?

No.

No.

I am beyond grateful.

You have no idea.

But... thank you.

Onward and upward, Ms. Korn.

Please.

Adjourned.

You're like a cat, Harry.

You get hit by cars, people
fall on you from the sky,

you tank trials.

You're like a cat.

I must be.

You early, dawg.

Seven o'clock.

Tank here?

Got the carpet you ordered.

No need to bother the man.

I need to see him. It's important.

Malcolm! Malcolm! Malcolm!

Want a hit?

It's good stuff, man.

I said get Tank.

Think you all that,
'cause you tight with T.

But I knew you back in the day,

when you'd do anything to
get you some... anything!

What the hell you bothering me for, man?

Oh, my man.

Yo, Tank, I need to talk to you.

Right here in front of you, baby.
What's good?

My cousin's been burnt before.

He said to make sure the
plush pile's the real deal.

- You trying to say we ain't legit?
- I ain't trying to say anything.

T says it's good, that's
good enough for me.

He playing it smart, fool.

Let me show you something.
Come here.

Now, if it turns pink,
it's pure, right?

So, um, I ever meet
this cousin of yours?

Nah. He was locked up till last year.

Next time, you tell him to
come himself, you feel me?

There it is.

Yo, Malcolm.

Don't take this the wrong way, all right?

If I ever see you in here again,

or anywhere else around this
stuff, I will kill you.

What? You heard me.
I ain't fronting.

This is what I do, boy.

It's who I am.

Sometimes I wish it wasn't, but

I'll make it work, I'll be okay.

But you don't got to do this.

You got other ways to go with your life.

You're smart, got the whole
law thing happening.

Don't get lost in this stuff.

Get your product.

Police!

Let's see the hands! Let's see the hands.

Hands where I can see 'em!

They followed you, you... shut up.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

You have the right to an attorney.

Did he put two and two together?

I don't know.

I feel so dirty.

'Cause you were cleaning up a dirty mess.

Look, in all likelihood,

now you'll no longer
have a criminal record.

That's huge.

Yeah, but turning your back
on your life, your friends...

- What kind of...?
- Malcolm.

Look at me.

We'll all keep saying it till it sinks in.

Your old life was that of a drug addict.

You have to turn your
back on that, all of it.

If you need to talk to us,
we're all here.

You should also probably
talk to your sponsor.

Listen...

I owe the three of you an apology.

What I did...

jeopardizing this place...

You kind of said that in court, Harry.

It meant a lot to us.

Well...

You all mean a lot to me.

And, uh,

I won't say that again until
2014, at the earliest.

Big victories deserve big celebration.

Oh, God.

I couldn't let it go by, Harry.
Welcome back

to the practice of law.

Tommy.

Ooh, I love cakes.

How is it he just keeps showing up?

Be nice, Harry.
He did win the day for you.

I won it? How did I win it?

By being there, Tommy.

I mean, the judges took one
look at you and thought,

"if he gets to practice,
how do we throw out her?"

- That was a joke.
- Just like that, back to being a bug.

Oh, come on.

Blow out the candles,
Harry... make a wish.

All right.

Actually, I do have a wish.

It involves us all.

- Even him?
- Bug.

Oh! For Pete's sake.

I should have known.

Tommy Jefferson.
It's go big or go home.

Oh, Tommy, that's not safe.
That thing's gonna start a fire.

Nah, it'll be fine. It'll be fine.

Got it.