Rake (2014): Season 1, Episode 1 - Serial Killer - full transcript

(Announcer on TV)

- ...and touchdown!
- [All cheering]

That's a winner.
That's a winner, baby.

- How bad did I need that?
- You needed that very bad.

It's you, pal.
You bring me luck.

Round of drinks, Jimmy.

- [All cheering and bell ringing]
- Drinks on this gentleman right now!

[Cheers and applause]

Hey, I, uh--
I'm gonna use the john.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, good idea.

How's Carlotta doing?



Pregnancy, man--

you have no idea
what that does to a woman.

Still not sleeping, huh?

No, no, but she did tell me
to thank you for the herbs.

She said it's really helping her
with the morning sickness.

Oh, just say the word, man.

I can get you an endless supply
of that stuff.

Honestly, anytime.
You let me know, Roy.

- Oh, boy.
- Oh!

[Groans]

You okay?

Yeah.

Victor needs his money, Kee.

[Grunts]



Okay, but the--
the game, I just won.

Man, you're $59,000
in the hole, my brother.

Tomorrow morning
I got a client coming.

He's paying me $15,000 cash.
Every penny goes to you.

$15,000?

Tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Are you hearing me?

Not great out of this ear,
but, yeah.

Pay your debts.

Come on, Kee,
where's your dignity?

[Motley Crue's
Kickstart My Heart playing]

♪ skydive naked
from an aeroplane ♪

♪ or a lady with a body
from outer space ♪

♪ my heart, my heart
kickstart my heart ♪

♪

♪ say I got trouble,
trouble in my eyes ♪

♪ I'm just looking
for another good time ♪

♪ my heart, my heart
kickstart my heart ♪

[Laughs]

♪

♪ yeah, are you ready, girls?

♪ yeah, are you ready
now, now, now? ♪

♪ whoa, yeah ♪

♪ kickstart my heart,
give it a start ♪

♪ whoa, yeah ♪

♪ baby ♪

♪ whoa, yeah ♪

♪ kickstart my heart,
hope it never stops ♪

♪ whoa, yeah ♪

♪ baby ♪

[Birds chirping]

I'm outta here.

Pshh.

[Laughs]

I'm gonna call it a night...
or a day.

If this is any indication,
it's gonna be a good one.

$5,300, Jerry--
I'll take a check,

but cash is preferred.

I don't have it.

What do you mean
you don't have it?

I'm broke.

You know, you sit at this table,
and the general assumption

is you have the cash
to get involved.

That's how adult poker works.

This is what I get for playing
with another lawyer.

What the hell, Jerry?
What the hell?

I can make it up to you.

I have a client,
total walk in the park,

take two minutes of your day.

Does it pay $5,300?

In cash, no.
In publicity and exposure, huge.

You know,
you're a real deadbeat, Jerry,

a real deadbeat.

W-where is your dignity?

All any of us have
at the end of the day

is our dignity.

(Ben)
Kee.

Ow.
I'm under something.

(Ben)
Kee, get up.

Zoe, go get Uncle Kee's robe.

You two put your dishes
in the sink

and get ready for school.

And, hey, hey, hey,
don't tell mom about this.

(Ben)
This is not cool.

I don't need my kids
seeing you this way.

What way?

- Drunk.
- And hungover.

That's enough, guys.
Get going.

Ooh.

This is our home.

You can't come stumbling in
at dawn.

This is
my 25-year-old scotch.

You got to find someplace else
to crash, Kee.

This is not working.

No, you don't mean that.

Hey.

Thank you, sweetie, thank you.

Come on,
this is you, me, Scarlet.

This is like old times again,
you know?

Back in college,
under one roof.

You were supposed to be here
one week, maybe two.

It's been four months, Kee.

If Scarlet finds out you were
passed out in front of the kids,

we'll both be dead.

Or worse--
it'll be a conversation.

God, I hate when she says that.

- All right.
- You got to get out.

No, I'm not gonna let you
kick me out, Ben.

- Really? - Because that's gonna
make you feel bad about you,

and I'm not gonna do that
to my best friend.

I won't feel bad.

What time is it?
I've got to run.

Oh, my God!
Who's this?

Uh, Costan--
Constania?

- Chastity.
(Ben) - You can't be here.

- If my wife sees you--
- All right, you got to get out.

Come on, let's go.

- We got to go out back.
- You got to go, come on.

You'll have to climb a fence,
but it's not that high.

I'll call you.

Oh, you don't have my number.

Doesn't matter.
He's not gonna call.

What?

Oh--

(Woman on TV) Tarrant was
dubbed "The Westside Ripper"

ten years ago, confessing
to eight brutal murders.

Jack Tarrant--
he's currently serving

a sentence of life
plus a 1,000 years

and will be back in court today
to face a ninth homicide charge

after--

Hey.

Lovely guy, huh?
I'm entering his plea today.

These your pants?
I found them on the piano.

Yes, they are.
I actually had them over there

for the piano polish--
of the-- all this.

Yeah, that's what I assume.

And why is there a woman

climbing my fence
in my side yard?

I love the neighborhood.
I told you--

you guys are a little close
to the 10 Freeway.

Kee, did you bring a woman

into my home last night
with the intent of--

(Adam)
Mom! Where are my sneakers?

In the closet
behind the skates!

With the intent of having sex
with her in my son's bed?

We're both lawyers, Scarlet.

If you're gonna make
an accusation like that,

you're gonna need
some pretty compelling evidence.

She left her earrings.

That's pretty compelling.

[Door closes]

Hi.

Hey.
What were you doing outside?

The cover
came off the barbecue.

This is gonna be
a conversation.

[Whispering]
What the hell was that?

I did-- I did that.
I shook my head.

And that meant
you didn't say anything.

[Cell phone ringing]
Yes.

No, it means the reverse.
The reverse of what?

- I was trying to cover you.
- Hold on. Hello.

- No, no, no, hold--
- No, no, no, no, no! Let--

- Hold on a second.
- Ben, let me have the phone.

- Listen to me. I'm serious.
- Okay.

We're married.
We have children. We're boring.

Don't bring your wild
and crazy lifestyle

into this house ever again.

You understand?

I understand...

that we will have
a conversation about this.

No, of course I want him
to get his license.

Maddy, I'll do it.
I promise.

This weekend.

I'll wake up bright and early,

I'll hop in my car.

My car.

Where-- where is my--
where is my car?

Where's my car?

_

It's not that complicated, Kee.

It is. The permit-parking signs
in this neighborhood

are-- It's insane.

Just hang the permit up.

Easier to follow in Chinese.

Stephen Hawking couldn't
figure out those signs.

- Kee.
- I know.

He'd have handicapped plates,
so it wouldn't be an issue.

All right, all right,
you can take the SUV,

but you got to take
the kids to school.

Ugh, and the Lopez girls
two doors down,

- you got to take them too.
- Great.

Put that in there, okay, baby?

Please promise me...

you will drive
very, very safely.

Like you need to even say that.

Come on, you guys, we're late.

(Ben)
Let's go.

(Lopez girls) ♪ foreign types
with their hookah pipes say ♪

[Walk Like An Egyptian playing on radio]
♪ way-o, way-o, way-o, way-o ♪

Pen.

♪

Come on.

♪ walk like an Egyptian ♪

There you go.
The fabulous Lopez girls!

You guys married?

No, are you?

I'm not getting mixed up
with a couple of heartbreakers

like you, I'll tell you that
right now.

My gosh.
[Police siren chirping]

You know you got
a taillight out?

It's not my car.

Well, that wasn't
my question, sir.

I-I didn't know
about the taillight

because...

[Chuckles]
it's not my car,

but I'll pass that information
on to the owner, thank you.

License and registration,
please.

I don't know where she keeps
her registration.

I keep mine
in the glove box of my car.

I don't have my car.

I think you guys
towed mine today--

not you personally,
but your department did.

Oh, my God,
just please shut up.

Little bit of a mistake,
a boo-boo.

So I got to beat the bell here.
Let me go ahead and give you...

- That.
- Thank you.

Were you aware you're driving
with an expired license, sir?

I-I had a birthday.

Two years ago.

Yeah, that one.

These your children?

Yes--

(All)
No!

No, they're not.
No, they're not.

They're not, they're not--
not my kids.

Sir, you can no longer
operate this vehicle.

I suggest you contact
the parents

of these children immediately.

If they can't come claim them,

they'll be taken and held
at Child Services.

I'm gonna need you
to pass me the keys.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Stay inside
the vehicle, please.

- [Girls sobbing]
- Okay, okay, okay.

Zoe, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

[Girls sobbing]

I'm going to jail.

We're not-- we're not--
Nobody's going to jail. Zo--

[Girls sobbing]

Hi, it's Scarlet.
Leave a message.

[Beep]
Scarlet, it's Keegan.

Give me a call.
Got a hiccup.

Please tell me Brickman
showed up.

- He did.
- Okay, he paid?

Yes.

All $15,000?

Slightly complicated.

What is that?

The complication.

Why is that a fish?

Mr. Brickman has paid you
in tuna, Kee.

Oh, that jackass.

Get him on the phone.
He owes me $15,000.

- I want to talk to him right now!
- Calm down.

He's arranged
for a sushi place in Arcadia

to purchase your fish
for $20,000.

No, he hasn't.
Get him on the phone. He--

I just talked to them
at the restaurant.

They've heard about this fish,
and they're very excited.

They said they might
be willing to pay

as much as $25,000 for it.

Totally on the level.
Fish is a big deal.

It's a Pacific bluefin.

It was caught off Fiji
and was headed

to the world-famous
Tsukiji Fish Market

before it was appropriated.

Should I still get Mr. Brickman
on the phone?

No, no, no, hold on, hold on.

25 grand?

All you have to do
is deliver it to them.

I can't. I don't have a car.
It got towed.

Even if I did,
I-I don't have a license.

Well, I can't take it.
My car's in the shop.

And I can't set it free
until you pay me

the $1,300 in back salary
you owe me.

But don't you see, Leanne,
I can pay you the $1,300

if you help me get this fish
out to Arcadia.

I'll borrow a car.

[Cell phone ringing]
Okay, great.

Roy.

Hey. No, we're good,
we're good.

No, I got the 15 grand.

Yeah. No, I'm looking
at the money right now.

Okay.
Thanks. Bye.

Okay, load that thing up.

We'll go out this afternoon.
You're the best.

- You talking to me or the fish?
- Yep.

Fish probably.

_

[Groans]

You okay?
[Grunts]

This'll be easy.
It's just a quick guilty plea.

In and out, okay?

Gonna be a bit of a press circus
up there, though.

In fact, I'll give a statement,

then cut me off
after three questions.

Okay, Kirb?
[Elevator bell dings]

- Sure.
- All right, here we go.

[Reporters shouting]

I-I'll give
a quick statement.

I'll do a couple of questions.

(Cal) I'm innocent
of all these absurd charges.

Who the hell is that?

Cal Gelber,
the Ponzi-scheme guy.

His trial starts today?

Honest wealth producers
such as myself...

- Can we just go?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

There's no one here.

Didn't we make the news?

Huh?
Not enough.

It's a real sad commentary
on society

when a second-rate Bernie Madoff
trumps a serial killer, right?

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

there will be a slight delay
to the proceedings.

The Prosecutor is running late.

Didn't they do a TV movie
a while back on your situation?

Who played you in that?

Mark Harmon.

Yeah.
[Chuckles]

Yeah, he was good.

Good?
He won a Golden Globe.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

They don't just
give those away.

Hey, I, uh--
I wrote him a letter

because I have this
brilliant idea of a sequel.

- Mm.
- So, uh, Kirby,

do you mind
giving him the letter?

All right.

Can you make sure
that Mark gets this?

- Sure, yeah.
- Thank you.

I'm so very sorry, Your Honor.

I had to make an emergency visit
to Child Services.

Maybe if the Prosecutor would
answer her phone, Your Honor.

I'm just saying.
I did call.

Mr. Deane, how does
your client plead?

Your Honor,
on behalf of my client,

Jack Jorgensen Tarrant,

he's instructed me on his behalf
to enter a plea of guilty.

Not guilty.

Uh...

sorry.

Guilty.
[Chuckles]

- You're guilty. No, guilty.
- Not guilty.

You're entering a guilty plea.
You've already confessed.

I'll do the talking.
Guilty, Your Honor.

Not guilty.

Your Honor, may I speak to you
in chambers, please?

This was supposed to be easy!

In, guilty plea, out--
that was it.

Belinda, I can't take this case.
There's no way.

Well, you filed a notice
of appearance, Keegan.

I was helping out Jerry!

I mean, this guy is insane!

He-- he confessed
72 hours ago.

Now he's recanting?
He's nuts.

This is your case.

You should have
thought it through

before you filed the notice,

just like
you should have thought

through other recent choices.

Hey, I'm not the one
with the busted taillight, lady.

(Scarlet) - Are you kidding me?
- Kee.

Yeah, and I called you
about six times.

(Belinda) - Kee!
- You got pulled over

- with my children, yes.
- Kee!

[Scoffs]

I see no reason why you should
be excused from this case.

After all, the trial should
only last two or three months,

four at the most.

That's not funny, okay?

This guy is in jail.
He can't pay.

I'm gonna work four months gratis?

You think that's an argument?

No, I don't.
You're right, I'm sorry,

and the truth is,
I can't because I have...

five other cases pending
right now.

Name one.

Excuse me?

Name one.

That's what I thought.
The case is yours.

And I should point out that
if your client is unrepentant,

pleads not guilty,
and forces the city

to waste money on a trial,

we will have no choice
but to seek the death penalty.

Well, you can forget
about that, Red,

'cause he's guilty as hell,

and that's how
he's gonna plead, okay?

Give me five minutes with him.
I'll get it done.

Son of a bitch is guilty.

All my clients are guilty.

Look, I'm really busy.

I got a very powerful man
I have to meet with later today.

I've got some pressing
financial matters.

I got a fish I have to get
out to Arcadia.

And you're guilty.

You're guilty, Jack,
and let me be clear about this.

If you plead not guilty,

the State is gonna seek
the death penalty, okay?

They can't kill me.
I got a deal.

You have a deal
for eight murders, not nine!

And that mayor
across the street there,

he's trying to look
tough on crime right now.

It only helps him
to see you fry.

[Scoffs]

The mayor wouldn't be
where he is today without me.

He made a career
out of my trial.

No.

I'm not gonna die
for something I didn't do.

I didn't kill those people.

Okay.
This is Jerry's case.

I'm gonna talk to Jerry.
Jerry's gonna need all this.

Listen,
I never murdered anyone.

You confessed to nine murders!

They made me confess.

They told me,
"If you don't confess,

you're gonna get
the death penalty."

So I made a deal.
I didn't want to die.

I had no choice.

This is your
latest confession, okay?

This is from three days ago.

You telling me somebody
made you write that too?

Yep.
Bernie Michaels.

He wrote it.

All I did was copy
whatever he wrote.

I did the same thing
for all nine.

Bernie Michaels, the Chief
of Robbery and Homicide

- at the LAPD?
- Yes.

It's not some regular cop
you're talking about here, Jack.

Well, he was a regular cop

when I confessed
to those first eight murders.

Then after he put me away,
he wasn't so regular anymore,

was he?

- Hey.
- Hey, honey.

Sorry I'm late.

Got held up by a serial killer.

Mm.

I'm not kidding.

Jack Tarrant, Westside Ripper.

You know what I told him?

I said, "You may have killed all
those people with your hands.

I know this one girl...

she could kill somebody
with her smile."

That's what I said to him.

- No smile?
- Maybe later.

Oh, come on, what, are you mad
at me 'cause I'm a little late?

No, Kee.
I expect you to be late.

You're a very busy man.

There are clearly

many, many other things in
your life that take precedence.

So this is
passive-aggressive?

I can do
the nonpassive version.

Would you like that?

I'm sorry.

It'll never happen again.

Want to play
a little backgammon?

Sure.

You know, Mikki, this--
you and I--

this is supposed to be fun.

It's supposed to be a refuge

from the miseries
of the real world.

You know, it's supposed to be
like Maui--

all warm breezes
and gorgeous sunsets.

Well, you missed
the warm breezes.

They blew through, like,
40 minutes ago.

Hey, can I point out one thing?

- Sure.
- Yeah, and I want to be, uh...

you know, super delicate
about this, Mikki,

but let's not forget
one basic fact.

What?

That I'm a prostitute.

Yes, that's it.
Bingo.

That's--
I didn't want to say it,

but I don't want
to come here for $500

and have you be pissed at me,

when I can go get that for free

from practically
every other woman I've ever met.

When you're late, Keegan,
it shows basic lack of respect,

and that's actually damaging to
any professional relationship.

All right, I--
All right, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
You're right.

Listen, Mikki, this time's
important to me, all right?

I do respect it.
It means a lot.

Oh, boy.

You're starting to quiver
a little bit on the outside.

No.
[Laughs]

No!

[Alarm beeping]
Mm! Oh, sorry.

- What?
- Time's up. Sorry.

- No, no, no.
- Yeah.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey!

So next week don't be late.

- Come on.
- Oh, you come on.

Ugh.

I know. No, I'm getting
the money right now.

I just-- I know. I'm sorry.
Had a little delay. I--

Okay.

A few minutes.
Can I call you right back?

Yes.
Yes, I promise.

- It's good stuff, guys.
- [Murmuring]

That's the real deal
right there.

This is-- That's all--

That's grade A stuff
right there.

- [Speaking Japanese]
- Huh? The eye color, the markings.

It was on its way
to the Fukushima Fish Market.

Tsukiji.

Fukushima's the reactor plant
that blew up.

Uh, what's-- what's he doing
right there?

Ah, he has to probe the fish
to check the fat content.

Okay, well, maybe
ask permission next time.

I'm sort of new
to the business,

but that seems like
a common courtesy.

[Both speaking Japanese]

He said the fish
isn't fatty enough,

so he only pay $14,000.

$14,000? No, no.
What happened to $25,000?

What happened to $25,000?

Look at this thing.
This is a fat bastard.

I-- Try lugging it
around in this cooler.

[Both speaking Japanese]

He said the fish is a two.

That fish is a ten, sir.

That's a ten that
you're looking at right there.

One is best.

Then it-- then it's a one...
or at least it was

before he started probing it
with that thing!

How do I even know it's clean?

Look, guys, look at this.
Look at--

(Both) Aah!
[Stuttering]

You don't touch the fish
with your bare hands!

You never do that.

All right, all right.

[Speaking Japanese]
[Laughs]

[Both speaking Japanese]

[Both laughing]

Now only $10,000.

No deal. $25,000--
that was the deal we had.

You know what? You guys
just lost yourself a great fish.

Yeah, it's called "Sayonara."
Heard that term?

Put that back
in the trunk, Leanne.

[Both speaking Japanese]

Sorry.
Sir, would you mind--

[Speaking Japanese]

No?

_

I didn't know Bernie Michaels
could write,

let alone write a best seller.

You know, I thought
Tarrant's story

about all these confessions

was him trying to save
his own skin.

I think there might be
something here.

Not according to this book,
there isn't.

The murders--

Tarrant confessed to killing
his neighbor first,

this 19-year-old,
Linda Purcell in Venice.

She lives alone,
runs a small shop,

wore leg braces,
basically a shut-in.

He went to her house.
He strangles her, okay?

It's always been your
exceptional standard of clients

that's kept me loyal.

And his second murder--

19-year-old college student
in Westwood.

She's also strangled.
Okay, so I grant you that.

There's a little bit
of a connection there.

All right, fine.
But this third one--

this is a middle-aged woman
in Culver City.

She's beaten to death,
but there's--

there's a couple abrasions
around her neck.

And then this fourth one
is a--

this guy's in Santa Monica.
It's a man.

He's a 33-year-old
African-American man.

He's stabbed.

I thought serial killers found
the specialty and stuck to it.

Exactly.
Tarrant's all over the place.

I really think Michaels
was just using Tarrant

to clean up a bunch of crap
around the department

and make a name for himself,
which he did.

But Tarrant confessed.

People get railroaded
by the cops all the time.

I mean, Michaels is the key.

He's the one
who got Tarrant to confess.

What, to nine murders
he didn't commit?

My God, you see
what's unfolding here, Leanne?

If what I'm thinking is true,

then every single one
of these cases

would have to be retried.

I could be handling
one of the biggest retrials

in the history of this city.

And the civil suit--
my God.

Not to mention you'd be helping
free an innocent man.

Hmm?

Yeah, yeah, that too.
That--

This could be $50 million,
$100 million.

Do you think it could be 100? Do you?

I don't know.
It's a tantalizing thought, Kee.

But that money,
even if it does arrive,

is a long way off,
and I need my car back

sometime before I die.

I spoke to Mr. Brickman.

He's found a restaurant
in Seal Beach

that's willing to buy your fish
for $15,000.

- That's the address.
- Great.

I'll get it after court.

Chief Michaels, you took
this latest confession

from Mr. Tarrant,
did you not?

Take a look at that.

I did.

You don't you have officers
under your command

- could've done that sort of thing?
- Mr. Tarrant sought me out.

Right, so you took
the confession?

I told you I did.

Did you also give it?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

[Babbles]
I get tongue-tied sometimes.

Did you also write out
the confession for Mr. Tarrant

and then have him copy it
in his own handwriting?

- [Spectators murmuring]
- No.

And I don't like
what you're suggesting.

So you never wrote out
this confession for Mr. Tarrant?

You never did that,
right, Chief?

And remember,
you're under oath.

I never wrote anything out
for Jack Tarrant.

Why would I do that?

That's a great question.

I'd like to answer that,
Your Honor.

Let's think back ten years ago.

Okay, you're not Chief Michaels
at that point.

You're just some lowly officer
kicking around the LAPD

at the time, who I believe

was being investigated
on certain counts of misconduct.

- Objection.
(Keegan) - Your Honor?

Overruled.

So you're seeing
your career just--

it's, like, disappearing
right before your eyes.

You're under an extraordinary
amount of pressure

from all these unsolved murders

that are making
the department look bad,

and you get a break.

You pick up Jack Tarrant

on suspicion of murdering
this young woman.

After a couple days,
you extract a confession,

and pretty soon,
it's kudos to you.

You know, it's a big collar.
Great work.

And then you extract another
confession from my client

and another and another
and another and another,

and before you know it,
everybody's celebrating you

because you've nailed
Jack The Westside Ripper

or whatever the hell
his name is.

And then you write
a best seller,

and before you know it,

you're on your way
to becoming Chief,

and that...

is exactly why
I think you'd do it.

Who do you think
you're talking to?

I think I'm talking to somebody
who just perjured themselves.

Your Honor--

[Reporters shouting]

- Can we get a statement, please?
- Any statement at all, sir?

How do you respond
to allegations

that you've been
systematically burying evidence

in order to up
your conviction rate?

Mr. Deane, do you have
a statement for the press?

Well, sadly,
this is another example

of an innocent man's life
being destroyed

by the corrupt,
disgraceful, fetid body

that is the
Los Angeles Police Department.

Let me be clear about this.

I will not rest until
the LAPD is held accountable

for any and all wrongdoing
in this case.

There will be justice
for Jack Tarrant,

not to mention substantial
damages against the city.

Thank you all.
I'll have a comment later.

Mr. Deane?

Mr. Deane,
what's in the cooler?

Wouldn't Bernie Michaels and
the LAPD like to know that?

[Reporters shouting]

Well, at this point,
Mr. Deane is short on facts

and long on wild speculation.

[Laughter]

Chief Michaels has spent
his professional life

in service
to the city of Los Angeles,

and he has my complete
and unwavering support.

Thank you.

What the hell, Bernie?

What the copper-bottomed,
mother of pearl, and holy hell?

Hey, that was me.

I was the one up there
having my professional integrity

- questioned by that--
- I put Tarrant away

based on the confessions
you gave me.

If anything is wrong with them,
I promise you,

none of this stink
is landing on me.

Oh, great show of support,
Mr. Mayor.

Thank you so much!

Those confessions
are rock-solid.

- You better hope so.
- They were obtained cleanly!

That Keegan Deane--

I'd like to meet him
in a dark alley real soon.

He's your friend.
What is he doing?

His job, as far as I can tell.

Well, if he's your friend, why
don't you tell him to back off?

Really, Bernie?

You don't think that would be
some kind of indication

that maybe
he was onto something?

Enough!

Just tell me I have
nothing to worry about, Bernie.

That's all I want to hear.

You have nothing
to worry about.

Now swear it on the lives
of your wife and kids.

Well, you know, Alan Dershowitz
was just about my age now

when he defended
Claus Von Bulow.

(Keegan) That case was a
game changer for him.

Do you see yourself
as a young Dershowitz?

Yeah, I mean this--
this Tarrant case is exciting.

I mean, it could be
a good thing for me.

I'm doing Greta Van Susteren.

You're doing
Greta Van Susteren?

Well, I'm not doing her.
I mean I'm doing the show.

- You're excited about this?
- Well, it's gonna be a lot of exposure.

- Could be good.
- What about your client?

Who?

Well, you seem more focused

on how this interest
will benefit you,

rather than how it could help
your client's case.

Do you think that seems
a little self-obsessed,

even narcissistic?

I'm a lot of things, Doc,
but I'm not a narcissist.

You believe that?

Yes.

Okay.

What?

Nothing.

It's just...

I had a dream
about you last night.

[Chuckles]

Tell me.

Well...

the two of us were alone
here in my office.

I was seated across from you...

trying to be
my usual controlled self,

but your scent just...

overpowered me.

I had to have you.

So I...

climbed on top of you,

and I stared down at you.

I leaned in close

and said...

"You are incredible"...

because after all this time--

after our marriage,
after our divorce--

you still possibly think

I want to get it on with you.

Narcissist.

Hey, ma.

What are you doing
on top of dad?

Well, I'm not doing anything.

I was just trying prove a point
to your father.

Making the point
that she's still into me.

Stop it, Keegan.
I am not.

You here for another
free therapy session?

No, I'm actually being
an excellent father,

and I'm taking you
for a driving lesson.

Greta Von who?

"Van." Van Susteren--
On The Record?

All right.

Uh, where we going?

Seal Beach.

Great place to drive
when you're learning.

Uh...

dad, can I ask you a favor?

Oh. Probably. I'm a little short
right now, so--

No, no, it's not that.
It's just, um...

if mom asks, could you tell her

that I was staying with you
last Friday night?

Where were you last Friday?

It's probably better
that you don't know.

Finn, I don't like the idea
of you lying to your mother.

You know?
It's no good, pal.

I've been there before.

Got caught a heap of times,
trust me.

No, seriously, you really
don't want to know.

This way, mom ever ends up
finding out,

you have plausible deniability.

[Chuckles]

Plausible deniability, huh?

Exactly. Dad, we got
each other's backs, right?

[Cell phone ringing]

Okay, okay, don't ask me
again, though, okay?

- Yeah.
- Oh, Roy, hey.

No, I was just
about to call you. I was.

Dad, dad, is that--
is that the freeway?

No, I'm on my way
with the cash right now.

- Yeah. - Uh, no, d-dad,
I can't-- I can't do the freeway.

- I don't know how to do that thing.
- What thing?

The merging thing.
I--

Yeah, just--
Roy, I don't--

- I think that would hurt me a lot.
- Dad, dad!

- I don't like the sound of--
- Dad!

Dad, I can't!

[Tires screeching]

Just a sec, Roy.

All right, lesson one.
We don't just stop in--

on ramp.

Mom's gonna kill me.

Hey.
It's okay.

E-everybody gets in an accident
sooner or later, really.

You just got yours out of
the way sooner than most people.

It's good.

What are you looking at?

I'm just trying to get
a little color.

I got the show tomorrow.

Hey, you guys need a lift
back to my station?

Any chance you could swing us
by Seal Beach?

No.

All right, go to the station.

Oh, come on.
[Grunts]

Come on!

Mr. Deane, are you surprised
by the actions of the LAPD?

No. No, this is nothing new
for the LAPD--

Rodney King, Rampart.

This is an organization
that's been defined by scandal,

as far as I'm concerned.

It's as if
once one black eye heals,

they punch themselves
in the face again, Greta.

Now, Mayor Marcus Barzmann made
his name prosecuting Tarrant.

What's his involvement
in all this?

Well, that's a typically great
question from you.

And who knows?

This is a man
who built his career

by sentencing an innocent man

to 1,000 years in prison,
so I-- yeah.

Keegan Deane in Los Angeles,
thank you for talking with us.

Thank you, Greta.
Thank you.

And let me just say-- big fan,
and we have a number of people

in the legal community
out here--

We're off the air.

No, no, no, I'm not bitter.
I try not to feel like a victim.

That's all!

Well, if Bernie Michaels
manipulated you,

if he wrote your confessions
and promised you wouldn't face

the death penalty-- which is
what you're saying happened--

then this is really the story
of a criminal mastermind--

Michaels-- and an unfortunate,
innocent dupe-- you.

But I'm not a dupe.
[Chuckles]

If anything, it was more like
a two-way street,

a partnership almost.

(Van Susteren) What are you
implying, Mr. Tarrant?

I'm just telling the truth.

If you don't want to hear
the truth, that's okay.

You seem so agitated.

Because people assume things,
including you.

You call me a dupe.

Maybe you got it
switched around, Greta.

"Maybe you got it
switched around, Greta"?

I'm not a dupe.

We had a deal.
That's all I was saying.

No, it isn't.
You were suggesting in there

that you were manipulating
Bernie Michaels.

You were doing it.

Is that what you think
happened?

Is that what happened?

Is this latest confession
your idea, Jack?

Of course, right?
Ten years have gone by.

No books anymore,

no more letters
with marriage proposals.

Mark Harmon's not returning
your calls.

What could it hurt?

You confess to one last murder
you didn't commit.

Hey, you'd be famous again.

The only crime I've committed

was being
Linda Purcell's neighbor.

I got 30 years.
[Scoffs]

Suddenly I was worse
than a nobody.

I was a nobody in prison,

until Bernie came
with another murder.

I confessed to that one too.

All of a sudden,
the guys in the prison--

they started to show me
a little respect.

By confession number eight...

I was somebody.

You're a couple
of serial fame whores.

[Chuckles]
God.

Marriage made in heaven.

Bernie needed a serial killer,
and what?

You were happy
to become one, huh?

I don't deserve to die
for that, do I?

No.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

So, if Tarrant
were to win $50 million,

how much would we get?

"We"?

Yes, we.

Since when are you and I "We"?

Seriously?

You'd have to be getting
at least $15 million.

So, after four years
of abject servitude,

you couldn't spare
one lousy million.

Okay, okay, we don't have
the money yet.

Have this conversation further
down the track, all right?

After you've had me deported.

How's he doing?

His eyes are turning milky.

[Cell phone ringing]

Roy?

Yeah.

_

[Door opens]

You're definitely going
to retrial on all these cases.

Can we have
five minutes, please?

Yeah?

I can prove Bernie Michaels
wrote your confessions for you.

Look at this--
this first one.

Circled in red.

"I must of blacked out."
"Must of"

instead of the grammatically
correct "Must have"

or the contraction
"Must've."

"I should of never gone there."

"Should of,"
not "Should have."

Bernie Michaels--
he's Chief

in one of the biggest
police departments in the world,

and his grammar is shameful.

And this--
is this enough?

No, that's why
I got the galleys,

the original, uncorrected
galleys of his book.

Look here.

"There must of been a reason."

"I should of made
the connection sooner."

This is a pattern.
It all spells retrial to me...

or, in your case, retrials.

Bernie--
such an idiot.

- I told you.
- [Laughs]

He got me in,
and now he's getting me off.

- Thank you.
- I wish.

- God, I wish.
- What?

'Cause if you and I could go
the whole distance

with this thing,
you son of a bitch,

we'd be wealthy men.

But there's
that first case, right?

Huh?

Linda Purcell--
remember this confession?

"She lived next door. I talked
to her and asked her out.

She said no, like I was nobody.

She shouldn't have said that."

"She shouldn't have
said that."

Bernie Michaels may have
taken this confession,

but he didn't write it.

The form and the structure--
it's all wrong.

It's a little like your letter
to Mark Harmon.

Remember this?

"You shouldn't have stopped
taking my calls."

Linda Purcell was nothing.
She's still nothing.

You're my lawyer.

This is gonna be
our little secret.

You can't tell anybody.

No, no, I can't,
but you should understand

that the DA's gonna spend
every single cent they have

to find out what I already did,
and when they do, remember,

all deals are
off the table, Jack.

And so, when you're found guilty
of murdering Linda Purcell

all over again, it'll be death.

That's one way to go.

What's the other way?

We make a deal.

Bernie Michaels is thrown
under the bus, where he belongs.

You're acquitted
of the eight other murders.

Your original 30-year sentence
is reinstated

for killing Linda Purcell.

[Scoffs]

The bottom line, Jack--

it's either death...

or you go back to being nobody.

It's your call.

Due to revelations of wrongdoing
in the Tarrant case,

I am ordering a full
investigation into this matter,

as well as any other cases

handled by former Chief
Bernie Michaels.

[Reporters shouting]

Uh, look,
as an innocent, trusting,

and unknowing participant
in this miscarriage of justice,

I vow here today
to follow this investigation,

no matter how high it may lead,
and to punish any wrongdoers

to the fullest extent
of the law.

Mm.
And I'd like to thank, uh...

[Clears throat]
Mr. Keegan Deane,

who was obviously
very instrumental

in bringing this situation
to light.

Mr. Deane, I thank you,

and the city of Los Angeles
thanks you.

That's all.

(All)
Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!

(Woman on TV) That was Mayor
Barzmann clearly in damage control

after it was revealed
that Jack Tarrant--

Thank you for that,
Mr. Mayor.

Not at all necessary,
but greatly appreciated.

I've always believed,
Mr. Deane, that relationships

should be
reciprocal arrangements.

You have no idea how difficult
you've made my life recently.

Well...

Expect reciprocity.

[Door closes]

So much for my civil suit

and my $100 million.

[Sighs]

Now it's just me and my tuna.

Gentlemen at Seal Beach
are still willing to purchase,

but they're only offering
$3,000.

Fine. Sold.

There is good news.

Impound lot called.
They found your car.

Texted you the address.

I'm going.

Get my car, and I'm driving
to Seal Beach.

You don't have a license.

I'm going to break the law.

Hi.

I'm, uh...
[Grunts]

Keegan Deane.
I got a car here.

- Mr. Deane.
- Deane.

We've been, uh,
waiting for you.

Yeah.

Hey, Frank, Keegan Deane
is here to pick up his car.

That's good.

[Both laughing]

That'll be $300.

[Laughs]

Your car's in space nine.

[Laughter]

_

[Laughter]

[Laughter] Oh, my God,
I can't believe it.

Congratulations, Kee.

You're now the only person
living in Los Angeles

without a car.

[Laughter]

We're so sorry, Kee.
It's just so funny.

It's perfectly fine, Scarlet.

[Laughter]

[Sniffing]

[Groans]

[Laughter]

Don't mess with me.
Don't you mess with Mr. Deane.

- That's right.
- You're crazy.

You're insane.
You really are.

Who wants some more fish?

(All)
I do!

I live to serve.

Kee.

Need to see you.

Kee?

Uh, it's a friend of mine.
It's okay. Friend.

[Whispering]
All right, listen,

uh, meet me around front,
all right?

I'll come out in a couple minutes--
we can talk.

Nah, your time is up.

And we won't be doing
much talking.

Victor's very upset,
so I'm gonna have to--

Is that tuna?

- Looks fresh.
- It is.

This is amazingly fresh.

I don't know how much
you know about tuna, Roy.

This is--
this is a two.

You don't say.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

So, Roy,
how do you know Keegan?

I'm trying to collect
this $59,000 he owes my boss.

[Chuckles]

[Whispering]
This is gonna be a conversation.

This is gonna be
a conversation.