Harry's Law (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 1 - Hosanna Roseanna - full transcript

♪ I woke up this morning, baby ♪

♪ ooh♪

♪ I had you on my mind ♪

♪ I woke up this morning, baby ♪

♪ you know that I felt so fine ♪

♪ you know I need you ♪

♪ you know that I love you ♪

♪ this is my pledge of love to ♪

Morning, Harry.

♪ My pledge of love ♪

Harry, hey.



♪ My pledge of love... ♪

Morning, Harry.

Hey, Harry.

Hi, Harry.

♪ I woke up this morning, baby ♪

♪ I had you on my mind...♪

Morning, Harry. Our new beginning.

- How do you feel?
- Like crap.

Do I push a button here, or
does it just read my mind?

- Button.
- Stupid iPad's got me thinking

all machines are intuitive.

Well, I'll be up and down as needed.

And Malcolm can come help you
after school if you want him to.

I want him to study.



♪ My pledge of love, hey ♪

♪ my pledge of love ♪

♪ darling, darling, darling to you, yeah ♪

♪ oh, got to have your lovin' ♪

♪ hey, hey, you know I
need your lovin'... ♪

Hey, Harry, isn't it fantastic?

It's an office. Who are these people?

Well, it's our staff.

You should probably say hello.

Hello. I expect you to work your asses off

so I can hang on to mine.

- Which one gets coffee?
- Harry, I just have to say...

All made in the kitchen.

...opening up a shingle
with Harry A. Korn...

Whoa. You do not work with me.

We share an office space.

Our practices are,

and always will be, separate.

Me, you. Me, you.

Hey, Harry. Cassie Reynolds.
It's a pleasure to be here.

Yeah. Two things. You ever have
a problem, keep it to yourself.

You got a personal life, get rid of it.
I own you now.

Find something for her to do.

Hey, Harry.

- Ollie Richard.
- Housewarming.

- Got a minute?
- Ollie runs litigation

at the firm that kicked me to the curb.

- Not my choice.
- Did you fight it?

- Did you?
- What do you want, Ollie?

I represent Eric Sanders.

Bring it here. And as of now, so do you.

We can get an office at the
old firm, or set up a new

- command center here.
- Did you say Eric Sanders?

The guy who killed his wife?

Adam Branch. Hello.

Yeah. Trial starts next week.

We should probably go.
You can drink that later,

- or on the way.
- What, are you on drugs?

I'm not going back to that office,

and I don't want your lousy case.

- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.
- No, I...

Ollie has a talent for telling people

what they really want.

You need something, Tommy?

Harry, the Eric Sanders trial is
a defense attorney's wet dream.

I can win that trial.

It's tailor-made for... Tommy Jefferson.

Yeah, what did we say about wet
dreaming in the common areas?

Beat it!

Probably not the best choice of words.

Seriously, Harry, I could use your help.

- The evidence against him is not good.
- Uh-huh.

Exactly how not good?

He was at the scene, a
neighbor heard her screaming

from the bathroom, he was
discovered with the body.

Is there more?

Supposedly there's a journal entry where

he talks about killing his wife.

Oh, boy, you people are something.

What, now that I made it back,

you want to knock me back down

by turfing your high-profile,
slam-dunk loser?

- That isn't it.
- Yes, it is.

- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.

Harry, bring it here.

You and I go way back.

- Don't we?
- Ollie,

if you're about to charm the pants off me,

I promise you, it won't be pretty.

I need you. There, I said it.

I could get anybody to take this case.

The reason I've come to you...

you're the only one I know who can win it.

And that's the truth.

When all else fails, play the ego card.

Pathetic.

Harry's Law 2x01 - Hosanna Roseanna
Original air date September 21, 2011

I am not happy, I tell you, not happy.

The biggest murder trial
to come to Cincinnati

in a long time, and it doesn't come to me.

- It came to this office.
- Not the same.

How could they want Harry?

Not that she's not good,
but I am so much better.

Am I not better? I'm better, right?

You are, and everything
happens for a reason, Tommy.

In this case, something bigger awaits.

What could be bigger than a
rich guy whacking his wife?

It's got sex, love, money,
and a long trial,

which means the money comes to me.

- The evil empire.
- Yankees?

- Mm-mm.
- Disney?

- Uh-uh.
- Starbucks?

Tommy, the evil empire.

- You mean...?
- I do.

They're taking over almost two blocks

to build one of their megastores.
Residents are suing.

They have local counsel, but
they don't have a local

litigator, which they are shopping for now.

They're interviewing the
city's top trial lawyers,

and they're specifically looking

for somebody who personifies Cincinnati.

There's nobody more Cincinnati than me.

Johnny Bench, Jerry
Springer, Pete Rose, me.

- Get me on that short list.
- I'll see what I can do.

Don't see, do. Do, do, do.

The evil empire and me.

I like it.

Bennett Fenwick?

Uh, he's a walk-up, some artist.

Tommy, Bennett Fenwick... wasn't he yours?

Yeah, I hate art...
overrated and doesn't pay.

- What about him?
- Do we know what he wants?

He's an artist.
Probably some spray paint and a wall.

- Do we care?
- They'll see you at 11:00.

- Who?
- McKinley, Manning & Bock.

That's the local firm.
You have an interview at 11:00.

Really? That was fast.

That's my middle name, Tommy. Fast.

I don't understand.

The trial starts next week, Ollie.

How do you bring in someone new?

- Please explain that to me.
- Okay.

Eric, you're an extremely
unlikable defendant

charged with a despicable crime,
and we have no defense.

I've recruited Harry so I could package

my murderous unlikable client
with an adorable old lady

who can sell ice to an eskimo.

- Helpful?
- Are you any good?

How about I go first?

You bash your wife's head in?

Suppose I did kill my wife,

and I had some wonderful fabrication

that would absolve me of it?

If you knew it was untrue,
legal ethics would prevent you

from letting me tell it.

Actually, I'm okay with lies,

provided they're really good ones.

Did you kill her?

Well, this is really going to
disappoint you, Harry, but no.

I didn't. I don't like her.

Bet you didn't want to hear
me say I'm innocent, did you?

Because a conviction would
only prove you failed.

An innocent man in prison
for the rest of his life

because of your incompetence.

Imagine having to live with that.

I wouldn't. You would.

I really dislike her, Ollie.

This cannot be overstated.

It's too bad, Eric,

because right now, you're in the toilet,

and she's your only way out.

- If I agree to do this...
- Great!

- I didn't say yes.
- Yes, you did.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

Oliver!

If I'm on this case, I am first chair.

We do things my way.

We clear on that?

Fine.

And I get final say on strategy.

No way. Shouldn't that go to me?

No. Since you're sitting in a jail cell,

I'll assume you screw things up.

I'm in charge.

We all agree?

Dying to know. What made you say yes?

I was married to two pricks.

The one thing they can't
do is lie convincingly.

Your boy is telling the truth.

I'll defend him.

Be in touch.

Ok. We've got a lot to cover
in a very short period of time.

Adam, you can start by
tracking down Vinnie Delgato.

- Oh, we've already got a P.I.
- Not like Vinnie, you don't.

Cassie, I want you

to review all the pretrial proceedings,

see if there's any grounds for appeal.

Since you're an ex-D.A.,

you can also serve as our
liaison with the prosecutor.

Who is that, anyway?

Uh, Roseanna Remmick.

Okay...

- Did you say Roseanna Remmick?
Cassie: - Great.

- Hosanna Roseanna?
Harry: - You expect me

to be ready to butt heads with
the district attorney in a week?

- Harry, Bennett Fenwick.
- What?

That's the case Tommy fobbed on me,

- which I then fobbed to Cassie.
Ollie: - Harry,

we should get going.
Still need to file your appearance.

I'm sure Roseanna can't wait to meet you.

She's known for cherry-picking
dead bang winners.

- Did you know this?
- I did, actually.

Just be yourself. You'll be fine.

People never like me when I'm myself.

People like ties. How's my tie?

Brilliant. It's your lucky blue.

And who are we today?

Tommy Big-Boy. I'm Tommy Big-Boy.

Hold that elevator.

I'm meeting with evil-doers.

The... the name of the painting
is "The Girl In The Red Coat".

Okay, that's the actual name of it.

And when was the painting sold?

Four years ago, and then a
friend of mine just happened

to go to the buyer's house,
some party a few weeks ago,

and there it was, hanging
on the living room wall.

And?

The coat was blue.

They've painted it blue.

- Uh...
- You can't do that.

There are intellectual property rights

that belong to the artist.

Can't just materially alter
a painting like that.

- And how much was the painting sold for?
- $7,200.

I have all the records here,
and I want the painting back.

Okay. Let me look into it a bit.

My sense is, you have no
right to rescind the sale.

You're limited to money damages.

That's gonna be difficult
for us to establish.

My reputation is being damaged,
and it represents my work.

I understand.

Let me look into it.

What the hell is this?

This would be the circus

in which we're gonna take center ring.

And all these people here

are really gathered for us?

No, they just want a looky-look
at the new kid, which is you.

This is Hosanna Roseanna right there.

Are we contesting this?

Trust me. Contest everything.

Everybody out.

All rise.

Case number 42765,

the State of Ohio v.

Eric Sanders the Third,

on the charge of first degree murder.

Okay, I'm informed

we're just filing an attorney appearance.

Mr. Richard, does that mean
that your firm is withdrawing

- as counsel?
- No, Your Honor.

Ms. Korn is simply signing
on as co-counsel.

Which is obviously a
tactic designed to delay

the trial, Your Honor. Mr.
Richard is a competent,

experienced, criminal practitioner.

- Why would he want someone who sells shoes?
- High-end shoes.

Ms. Korn, you will be deemed up to speed.

I am not setting the clock back.

Now, if there are any

remaining pretrial motions to be filed,

they must be done so
by 5:00 PM on Thursday.

Voir dire will commence next Tuesday.
We're adjourned.

What the...?

No, just ignore them;
they don't really exist.

Here comes our girl.

Shame on you, bringing in
the lovable grandmother!

Oh, she just fakes lovable.

How are we, dear?

Roseanna Remmick.

It is such a pleasure to meet you.

I've actually heard so much about you.

Really? Like what?

Well, mainly just the
extraordinary comeback.

I... I love comebacks.

I have such a soft spot for the underdog.

Have you heard much about me, Harry?

Just that you're sweet.

So, Ollie chose to throw
you to the wolves, did he?

- No, just the one.
- Oh, I hope you warned

your little friend not to fool with me.

I can never keep it straight,

is it "fiddled" or "fooled"?

'Cause we fiddled once, and you seemed

to enjoy it. I'm guessing it's "fooled."

Don't fool with her.

Oh. So you know her soft spot.

- I do.
- You're disgusting and vulgar.

- Which is it? Make up your mind.
- Look, Mrs. Remmick,

I don't actually go for
all the macho baiting

that men so love to do.

We can be worthy adversaries in court

but civil to each other otherwise.

What a lovely thought.

I'll bet you make for a
wonderful grandmother!

Okay, I want to kill her.

- Mr. Rabinowitz.
- Yes.

This way, please.

I'm sorry. Tommy Jefferson.

I had an appointment at 11:00.

Yes, we're running a little behind,
Mr. Jefferson.

We'll be with you shortly.

He's coming in?

With his lawyer, who didn't seem receptive.

Be back at 6:00.

- Well, this is a good sign right?
- Not really.

I would have filed papers
had they not talked,

and that would have cost them money.

In the meantime, think of a
number that fixes this for you.

Oh, i... it's not about the money.

- I want the painting back.
- I'm not sure

- that that's on the table.
- Yeah, well, they have to.

I spent the last three
years of my life on this.

I need to get it back.

We have an evidence room
which will basically

be dedicated to this trial.

You can set up shop here, if you want.

Did you say yours was
being painted, anyway?

Fumigated. Who's the handling P.I.?

A guy by the name of Frank Leahy.

- You know him?
- Frank Leahy.

Hey, you got food here? Because, like,

I do my best work when there's food.

You get food when you get results.

How you doing, Benny?

Um, I'd hug you, but you smell.

Eh, good to see you, Harry.

Harry, we got copies of
Eric Sanders' journal.

It's not good.

"How joyous it would be
to creep up from behind"

"while she lay lapping"

"in her suds of luxury"

"and smash her head like a melon."

Great.

Keep reading.

"To feel the joy, the freedom"

"that can only come from
the sound of crushing,"

"mulching bone that used to be her skull."

Plagiarized. I think that was Dickens.

Start drafting a motion to suppress.

The jury cannot...

I repeat, cannot... get wind of this.

Damn it!

- Look, you knew what was in the journal.
- Actually, I didn't.

This... on top of the evidence?

Eric, this case simply cannot be won.

No, don't say that.

Trials can always be won.

O.J. got off.

Casey Anthony got off.

Guilty people are acquitted all the time.

And I happen to be innocent.

Don't say you can't win this!

He's a bit of a table banger.

Now, why don't you just tell her?

Isn't the idea to bring her up to speed?

Just tell her!

Eric, the only thing I'm gonna tell her

is to back off if you don't stop yelling.

You hear me?

In order for her to do her job,

she needs to know you... that's
why you're gonna tell it.

Nicely.

I was framed.

There are countless
people who hated my wife,

who had access to my home and my journals.

Somebody read the entries...

and the perfect plot was hatched.

That's what happened.

And the journal?

Fantasies about spousicide
are not uncommon.

Wanting to kill her...

it brought me relief, okay?

Relief? From what?

I... I don't know.

A tyranny you cannot imagine.

But also...

not just her dying,

but doing it

at my hands.

- That was...
- If you were

that unhappy, why didn't
you just leave her?

I have children.

They came first.

And if I couldn't divorce her
because of the sake of the kids,

I hardly think I'd kill her.

You'd just write about
it in graphic detail.

Oh, trust me, I would have
loved to have divorced her.

And even bashed in her
skull, for that matter.

But my kids came first...

so I ate the pain.

That's what I did.

I ate it.

For 30 years...

I ate it.

I have to tell you, Eric...

what I'm observing right now...

you seem like a nut-job.

Which also doesn't improve our chances.

I want my painting back.

Mr. Fenwick, you conveyed
the artwork to my client

for a considerable sum of money.

The painting's entitled

"The Girl In The Red Coat".

He's painted it blue.

It belongs to him.

Well, it isn't quite that simple.

There are some intellectual

- property rights in play.
- Oh, come on.

You suggesting if he bought a Picasso

- he'd be free to change it?
- Are you

suggesting he's Picasso?

Whether he is or not, every artist

has a moral right to their work.

Subsequent purchasers

are not free to disfigure it.

He didn't disfigure it... if anything,

- he improved it.
- How dare you!

- Bennett.
- I would like to apologize

for my attorney's remark.
I certainly did not improve it.

I really, I'm...
I'm very sorry for all this, Mr. Fenwick.

May I ask why you did it?

My wife's primary interest in the painting

was as a focal point for our living room.

She particularly liked

how the colors complemented the
drapes, the oriental rugs.

And then, well, the inexplicable happened.

What?

She changed the drapes.

I want to see it.

I want to see the blue coat.

Okay.

Looks very nice.

You changed her hair.

Yes.

My wife thought that blonde would work...

I am terribly sorry, Mr. Jefferson,

but since we're running
over, we won't be taking

any more appointments today.

I do apologize for the inconvenience.

Are you kidding me?

I waited yesterday for three hours,

- another two today.
- We told your assistant that since you were

scheduled so last-minute, we may not

- be able to accommodate you.
- Are you kidding me?

I'm really sorry.

Let me tell you something.

You do not keep somebody waiting two days

- and then not see him.
- I'm really sorry.

You give a little message
to your boss... you tell him

he kept Tommy Jefferson waiting,

tell him he angered Tommy Jefferson,

and make sure he knows who I am.

We know who you are, Mr. Jefferson.

Do you?

I don't think you do.

I'm Ryan v. Exxon... $16 million,

I'm Emerson v. Matlow, $11 million.

I'm Tommy "Big-Boy" Jefferson.

That's who I am, that's who I am.

You do your damn research.

You'll be coming to me, I promise you.

Tommy Jefferson.

Hey.

Hi.

So who is she?

Bennett,

who's the blonde in blue

who used to be a brunette in red?

She's my daughter.

I sold the painting

because we needed the money...

and I always thought I
could paint another one.

And then four months later...

she and my wife were killed...

in an automobile accident.

That was three years ago.

I haven't been able to paint a thing since.

I appreciate you seeing me.

Oh, no problem at all.
What can I do to help?

Well...

May I sit?

Of course. Excuse me. Where are my manners?

I have a motion I'm about to file in court.

It seeks to suppress portions
of my client's journal

on the grounds of prejudice.

Specifically, the section

where he writes about killing his wife.

I was hoping to perhaps

secure your cooperation.

You must be joking.

You have a pile of evidence here.

Why introduce the journal, when...
a), you probably don't need it,

and b), by doing so,

you run the very real risk of
guaranteeing me an appeal?

It's a bombshell that obliterates any hope

- of a future trial.
- It's probative of the crime.

- No, it isn't really, since...
- Okay, you know what? You know,

you must have another agenda here.
You couldn't possibly have

wasted so much of your time and your energy

on something so frivolous,
unless you're a dope.

Are you a dope, Harry?

You didn't strike me as a dope.

No, I'm a pretty good judge of character.
You just didn't

strike me as a dope.

Yet here you are, asking me...

what a thing.

You have a strong case.

You might jeopardize it

by being overzealous.

Prosecutors do that all the time.

I'll be opposing your motion.

You might want to take that outside.
I'm rather busy.

This is Harry Korn.

Excuse me?

What's going on?

He had some sort of breakdown, I'm told.

The doctor's with him right now.

This is Bethany Sanders, Eric's daughter.

- Bethany, this is Harry Korn.
- Hello.

Hello. I'm sorry to meet you
under these circumstances.

I've met lawyers under worse.

I imagine you have.

Really? I doubt that.

She has a lot of anger, as
you might have detected.

Have we interviewed this girl?

As best we can. She's a little hostile.

She feels sympathetic, but...

Bethany, Mr. Richard explained

that I'll be taking over the defense?

Yeah. Congratulations on that.

I take it you think your father is guilty.

- Mr. Richard.
- Yes.

Okay, so I gave him a sedative
and he's resting comfortably.

We're going to let you see him
for about a minute or two

and obviously, I don't want him agitated.

What happened, doctor?

Basically, an extremely
acute anxiety attack.

He's had lesser ones while in here,

this one was on the grand mal level.

He's okay, but he really needs to rest.

Hey, Eric, you doing okay?

You think you could get them
to take off the shackles?

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, dad.

Listen, Eric,

the doctor says we have to leave.

You need to get some rest.

In a couple of hours, I'm

going to go into court and
try to get bail, okay?

We're going to try to get you out of here.

We're going to give you a
moment with your daughter.

What are you thinking?
You're not going to get bail.

Ollie, he's cracking up,
can't you see that?

It doesn't matter, he's a
first degree murder suspect.

With no record, and he's not a flight risk.

You're being ridiculous.

This is Hosanna Roseanna.
We get him acquitted,

she's not gonna let him go.

Oliver, if he can't contribute

to his defense, possibly even testify...

You're never going to get bail.

Maybe not, but at least we have to try.

Otherwise, I promise you... we're dead.

I really want to thank you for coming in.

Bethany, we need to get
your dad out of lock-up.

You're the only one of his children

who might entertain the
idea of supporting him.

- You actually believe he could be innocent?
- I don't know.

I think it's possible somebody
read that journal and framed him.

Here's what I fear might not be possible...

a fair trial.

Your father is becoming mentally unhinged.

If his stability erodes any further,

I couldn't possibly allow
for him to testify or...

Bethany, I'm not asking you

to believe in his innocence,
just the idea of it.

If I could get you to just show up

at this bail hearing.

If the judge could see
one of his kids there,

somebody who doesn't think
of him as a monster.

We need to get him out of that jail cell.

How'd it go?

Sorry?

With the super giant?

Oh.

They want me to maybe take the case.

Not sure it's something
I really want to do.

It'll be a long, protracted mess.

Oops. Sorry.

New office.

Still working out the bugs.

Court clerk: All rise.

- Be ready. She's gonna come right at you.
- I'm ready for her,

- don't worry.
- This court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Lucas
Kirkland presiding.

Be seated.

All right, we have two
motions from the defense.

Ms. Korn, let's hear from you.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We would first move to
suppress certain portions

of my client's journal

on the grounds that this material,

which Your Honor has seen
in an in-camera inspection,

would be highly inflammatory,
prejudicial, and...

In other words, it proves guilt.

It does not prove his guilt,
and point of procedure,

I like to finish my own sentences.

This material represents
my client's fantasies,

nothing more...

It might also represent the exact blueprint

for the manner in which

he bludgeoned her. Oh, I'm sorry.

That was your sentence, and I
finished it again. My bad.

My client's journal also spoke

of wanting to fly, to be a bird.

Does that mean...

But he didn't fly, he
did bludgeon, however.

According to you,

but of course you would think that,

because you're prejudiced by the journal,

- add to that, you're a bitch.
- All right, that's enough.

If the day has come when
the government tries

to convict somebody for
his private thoughts

then what the hell is next?

It's a diary, a place
where people surrender

to flights of fancy, freely,
with an expectation of privacy.

He left it out in the open.

- There was no expectation...
- On his nightstand, in his bedroom.

Ms. Korn, this issue was
argued before by Mr. Richard.

My position was and remains

that the probative value

of the journal exceeds
the prejudicial limit.

Your motion is denied. Let's move on.

Next I would ask that Your
Honor afford my client bail.

Which is preposterous on its face.

Not my face, unless, of course, I do this.

You having fun?

No, I'm pissed.
This is supposed to be fair.

It won't be if my client can't
contribute to his defense.

He's been held in isolation
for almost a year...

Yeah, we hold murderers now.

Eric Sanders has to be given
a shot at a fair trial.

His continued confinement

is wreaking psychological havoc on him.

This morning, he had an
acute anxiety attack

and was hospitalized.

If he deteriorates any further,

my next motion will be that
he's mentally incompetent

- and unable to stand trial at all...
- He beat a woman to death.

And if you can prove that,
lady, you get to lock him up,

but we don't incarcerate pre-trial

unless there's a risk of
flight or public safety,

and here there's neither.

The idea that this is a
fair process is ridiculous.

The prosecution has the resources

of the entire state of Ohio.

The District Attorney herself

is personally leading the charge.

My client has to arm himself
with only his lawyer

and his wits, and if he's
held in jail any longer,

he won't even have the latter!

All right.

$10 million bond, $2 million cash.

Settle down.

The defendant will surrender his passport

and be outfitted with an ankle
bracelet, pending release.

Our business is finished here.

I will see you all on
Tuesday, bright and early,

ready for trial. We're adjourned.

I have to admit, I didn't expect that.

Well done.

This woman is a problem.

I want her removed.

Is it even ethical for you to be here?

No, but since I'm not making
any legal arguments...

- Does that make it okay?
- No.

Mr. Preston, you strike me
as a compassionate man.

So I guess I would be
appealing to that compassion

as well as your sense of
integrity, I suppose, and...

I'd like you to give the painting back.

Just give it back?

He needs it.

I'm not sure you do.

It's really his daughter?

It's kind of a dirty trick,

don't you think?

Playing on a person's sympathies?

I'm a lawyer. We don't shame.

All right, I tell you what.

I'll agree to return the painting.

And you agree to have dinner with me.

I don't think that would be a good idea.

I'm not looking to cheat on my wife.

No, I just... when you meet someone

who's intelligent, interesting,

you just, uh,

well, you hate the idea of her
walking out of your life.

Dinner as friends.

I really am a man of integrity.

I believe that.

Which is why I'm asking you
to return the painting.

And understand my declining
to have dinner with you.

Hey, what's up?

Warren, today could be your lucky day.

You have so longed for the
chance to go spelunking

up my ass with kisses.

Tonight, you get your wish.

Federal case in New York.

A man named Julian Heicklen

was indicted for the advocacy
of jury nullification

as a violation of the law
against jury tampering.

And?

And Harry Korn has made

her mark as a criminal defense attorney

systemically doing just that.

I want her indicted.

Please do so ASAP.

Is there a problem?

Well, that just seems like a ploy

to discredit her.

Oh, does it seem like that, really?

I don't like to hear that.

You know, Warren,

I think you're just having trouble locating

your motivation.

File the charges or you're fired.

More better?

Shot of the crime scene
from outside the bedroom,

and now this is the scene
of the crime inside

right here, and this...

What, what was that?

Relatives...

sons, daughters, brothers,

sisters, nephews, nieces.

We've already checked 'em out, Vin,

none of 'em are killers.

Who checked them out... Frank Leahy?

- We don't have time to go backwards.
- Hey,

I'm going forward, slick.

- Take it outside?
- All right.

Harry, Eric Sanders is here.

Okay, put him in my office.

Go ahead, start interviewing them,

see what you can come up with.

So I don't even have to refund the money?

Here's the deal, Mr.
Fenwick, you resume painting

and your career, and

when you begin earning money,

we can talk about you refunding the funds,

but part of the deal is you
have to resume painting.

I really am so sorry for all this.

I... I hope you can restore the
painting to its original form.

I really don't know how to thank you.

Well, you can thank your attorney.

She's...

impressive.

Well, I'll thank both of you.

More than I can...

Would you mind if I left
before embarrassing myself?

That'd be fine.

And, uh...

thank you!

I'm sorry for making you
uncomfortable earlier.

I was inappropriate, and, uh...

how do I put this?

- Um...
- You're still trying to get that dinner.

But I'm flattered... and grateful.

Well, life is all in the
timing, they say, right?

It was a pleasure to meet you.

You, too.

All right, um...

we need to talk about that night.

I've read all the reports,
including Oliver's,

but I need to hear this
directly from you, Eric.

What exactly happened?

Well, um...

we had gotten into an argument,
which was not uncommon.

What time was this?

It started after dinner, around 8:00,

and pretty much continued until
I went to bed. Around 10:00.

Uh, I'd taken a sleeping pill,
which was also not uncommon

after one of these arguments.

I...

well, we had separate bedrooms.

There's a shocker, huh?

I went to bed.

Uh, I heard something, at some point.

Um, I got up.

I went into her bedroom, and...
she wasn't there.

I... I went into her bathroom...

and she was, uh...

lying in the bathtub.

Blood everywhere.

And then what?

I... I remember trying to revive her.

Which, um...

then... see...

I... I was in a bit of shock.

Plus I was disoriented, you know, I...

the sleeping pills...
you, you see, that's... that's the problem.

I... I was so... disoriented.

Did you call 911?

Well, before I had the chance,
the police were suddenly there.

Evidently, a neighbor had called it in.

I didn't kill her, Harry.

I certainly know how this looks.

But I didn't do it.

Ollie, thanks for dropping by.

Have a seat.

I'm just finishing up here.

Well, your little friend seems very good.

I'd like you to remove her
from the proceeding, please.

Excuse me?

She pisses me off, Ollie.

What especially pisses me off

is the way she gets jurors
to ignore evidence.

It's unacceptable.

Are you serious?

I like you, Ollie.

I remember that night we spent together.

Actually, I don't.

Remove your friend, please.

Okay, let me rephrase this.

Are you out of your mind?

Know what I think?

I think she's not your friend at all.

How do I know this?

You threw her in my path.

A person doesn't do that to a friend.

I will win this trial.

Remove Harry Korn for her own good.

You're insane.

I'm not about to remove her.

Well, don't say you weren't warned.

What's the matter?

What? Nothing.

How's the case coming?

Oh, truth be told, I'm...

having a little buyer's remorse.

What, are you kidding?

It's the biggest trial in Cincinnati.

It's the talk of the town,

and you're smack dab in the middle of it.

What's wrong, Tommy?

It's a terrible feeling to wake up

knowing you're not what you used to be.

I keep thinking I'll get it back, you know.

Then I realize...

You know, one of the reasons I wanted to

open up an office with you?

I thought perhaps some of your

luster would...

I never get real corporate clients.

Or blue chip.

I... I... I thought... you know, maybe.

You've been pretty damn successful, Tommy.

I mean, look at the walls here.

Hobbed-nobbed with
presidents, for God's sake.

Yeah.

Make a big enough donation.

I don't know what's worse.

To wake up feeling...
like not what you used to be,

or rather... knowing you're
still what you always were.

I'm not going to listen to this nonsense.

- Harry, you need to come out here.
- Harry Korn?

- Or not.
- What's going on?

Please stand and put your hands
behind your back, please.

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

You're under arrest for
jury tampering, ma'am.

- Please stand, put your...
- What? Jury tampering?

hands behind your back.

- You have the right to remain silent.
- You out of your minds?

- Shut your mouth!
- I'm Tommy Jefferson. I'm all mouth.

Get your hands off me.

- Harry, don't talk.
- I'll talk all I want! Give me my gun!

- Hey, get your hands off her!
- Shut up!

I want the names and badge
numbers of every one of you.

- Give me a second with her.
- Back off, or I'll arrest you next.

You listen to me, punk.
I heat my pool suing cops.

Give us the second. Now.

Just... do not talk, Harry.

- This is all her.
- Who?

Hosanna. Who else?
She's trying to discredit me

- with the judge and jury. Call Ollie.
- For now, say nothing.

- I will meet you at the station.
- Me, too.

Yeah, but in the meantime,

you deliver a message to Ms. Remmick.

Harry, be quiet!