The Defenders (2010–2011): Season 1, Episode 13 - Nevada v. Donnie the Numbers Guy - full transcript

All I'm saying is,
if I'm trapped in the woods,

my survival instincts kick in,

Nick versus bear?

I got myself a fancy new
bear claw necklace

when that battle is over.

Is there a sawed-off shotgun you're holding

- during this throw down?
- No, no, no.

just these mitts right here.

These here are like
dynamite sticks right here.

Come on.

- You're not factoring in a couple things.
- What?



One is I can Bob and weave. A bear can't.

True. And I can distract him

with my oratory skills.

True, you can talk man and
beast right to distraction.

I'm a very smooth, you know.

Do you like Brandy?

Um... I do.

At my place?

I'll meet you there.

I will be there.

Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

One more.

Now, beat it. It's a long drive.



It's not a long drive.

You and your brother with the drive.

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.

Oh, man. That is nice.

You know what it is.

Get into the van. Let's go.
All right. Calm down.

Keep moving. Just, relax, man. Relax.

Try to run and I'll shoot you.

You scream and I'll shoot you.
You understand?

Head to the van. Just relax, man. Relax.

Keep your eyes down.

Let's go. Just relax.

Don't try anything stupid, you understand?

Wait a minute. Just... that's not necess...

Hey, man. Come on. What-what's this about?

Whatever it is, I'm sure
we can work something out.

Keep quiet!

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The desert?

Are you going to shoot me?

Who's there?

It's Don, Nick.

Donnie Barrett.

Donnie?!

Sorry about the hood.

What the...
What the hell are you doing, Donnie?

You almost gave me a heart
attack in that van!

Well, it's been 17 years.

I couldn't take any chances, you know?

A gun? You stick a gun in me?

I said I'm sorry.

I didn't know how you were gonna react.

I mean, if you're not gonna help me,

I at least need a head start.

- Okay?
- In case you called the cops

or something stupid like that.

Oh, so the way to convince me

is to burlap bag me and make me think

I'm going to end up being a grease spot?

I'm sorry, Nicky. Geez.

You want it? Take the gun.

Don't point it at me.

Don't point it at me.

I need your help.

Funny way of asking, Donnie.

I didn't kill my wife, Nick.
You know it.

You believed me the first time.

Yeah, until you left before trial, I did.

What the hell would you have done, huh?

Just waited around for a guilty verdict?

Come on.

Things are different now, man.

Back then, all they had

was a match for my blood type.

But now they got DNA. It's exact.

Listen, I... I want you to prove

that I didn't kill my wife.

Finish what you started.

Be my lawyer again, Nick.

You've been running
around free for 17 years.

Why now?

It's my daughter Susie.

Susie?

She's gonna have a baby, Nick.

Oh, yeah? A little girl.

And I already missed her life.

I don't want to miss my grandkid's, too.

And I'm not going to the
grave with her thinking

I killed Amanda.

What is that? What the...

That's me.
I hit the panic button on my phone.

Are you kidding me? You called the cops?

Come on, I thought I was going to be buried

out in the desert, for crying out loud.

You called the cops on...

On the ground! Now!

Sorry. Here you go. Here you go.

On the ground, nice and easy.

All right.

All right, Donnie.

I'll take your case.

Hands on your head.

♪ Come on, come on! ♪

♪ come on, come on! ♪

Well, Donnie, it seems like

you're making some noise in here today.

Oh, come on.

For a booking?

Nice to see you again, Mr. Barrett.

Donnie, you remember Hannah Harrison, here.

She was at your first trial.

Just here to let us know

what a fair and equitable
trial she expects, right?

Sure. Swift and decisive, too. Your client

has been embarrassing my office

for nearly two decades.
There's a levy that's owed.

Well, thank God you're not holding a grudge

or any bias against him.

He absconded.

Bias is permissible.

And don't think the 17 year
lacuna changes anything.

This is still about a young
mother that was murdered.

And I will remind everyone

just how new that feels.

Hope you enjoyed your time outside

because you'll never see
beyond a prison wall again.

Wow. She became important, didn't she?

Well, they say she's next in
line for the D.A.'S chair

once ol' crank and drip
retires or gets fired.

Listen, you got to go up
and see Susie for me.

Okay? I-I can't have her
find out about this

just from the news, okay?

Donnie, I'll take care of that.

Now, you keep your wits about you.

It's gonna start getting tough.

What begins as a tale

of a mild-mannered Mob accountant,

ends in a grisly tale of murder.

Don't front-load it or anything,
Mr. Narrator man.

Yeah. Who actually ever
says "mild-mannered"?

Shh.

Donnie Barrett, an accountant

for the notorious Las Vegas Mob,

was estranged from Amanda Barrett,

his wife of almost 15 years.

Amanda had recently filed

for a dissolution of marriage
and custody of their daughter.

Neighbor Lance Cahill
testified at the trial.

She had been having problems. I mean...

I don't trust him.

Not one little bit.

His eyes are too close together.

I mean, I knew he had come over.

- I could hear them fighting...
- Yeah, you're right. They are.

Shh! Blood found in the bedroom

from an apparent struggle

between the killer and Amanda

matched Donnie's blood type.

It was enough for an arrest,
but not a conviction.

His defense team never had a chance

to make their case.

On the Eve of trial,
Donnie numbers fled.

Nick was all mobbed up.

Cool.

Not exactly. His old boss, Carmine,

had his fingers in it.

It was the end of an era. The last days

of Frankie no-nose and Nicky knuckles.

Nick quit after a couple years.

He does not like to talk about it.

Well, what do you know about it?

Well, when Nick got out of law school,

he didn't have a lot of choices.

He was practically middle-aged,

came from construction,

had zero connections and zero experience.

He had to take the job that would take him.

And Donnie Barrett, aka Donnie Numbers?

Uh, his accounting firm worked
with a lot of shady businesses.

He was Mob adjacent.

No one thought it was a Mob hit?

Well, the only reason a Mob
accountant gets killed

is if he was skimming,

and they checked up and
down, and he cleared.

And strangling suggests a crime of passion,

not a dispassionate Mob
hit, which is usually

three to the chest, one to the head.

What?

My friend works at the new Mob museum.

Have you guys been? It is super cool.

You have to get less weird friends.

All right, basically,
all the prosecution had

was the blood type, neighbor testimony

and the fact that Donnie was
estranged from his wife.

Enough to make Donnie think that
a conviction was a slam dunk.

That's why DNA is key...
Simple blood matching is a wide net.

It's a new trial, new jury.

We prove it's not Donnie's
blood, we're there.

I've got arraignment court.

Time to jump into the time machine

and travel back to the olden days of 1994.

Mob museum?

Yeah, there's two, actually.
Do you want to go?

Yeah. Really?

Nah.

Mr. Barrett, you are charged
with one count of murder

in the first degree,

and a second count of failure to appear.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, the state will also be filing

an amended complaint,
adding possession

of an illegal firearm and kidnapping.

Kidnapping? Who was kidnapped?

Mr. Morelli.

Me?

911 received an emergency page

from you last night.

They came to your rescue.

Rescue? That is ridiculous, Your Honor.

He had a gun.

You were hooded and taken
against your will.

Sorry to break it to you, counselor...
You were kidnapped.

Your Honor, that is absolutely ridiculous.

I accidentally pressed the panic button

on my new fancy-schmancy phone here.

I mean, it's like a supercomputer.

I told him it was too complicated for him.

You can take over the world
with this damn thing.

He just got rid of his landline.

I mean, it even takes pictures.

Your Honor, Mr. Barrett is a violent felon.

He's been making a mockery
of the court for years.

Mr. Barrett surrendered

of his own free will, Your Honor.

There was no kidnapping.

All right. Ms. Harrison, I really recommend

dropping the kidnapping charges.

The weapons charges? They might stick.

Mr. Morelli.

All right.

I'm scheduling motion for the eighth.

Trial will be set for
Wednesday, January 19.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You're going to be fine, Donnie.

Yeesh. Kitty's got claws.

She ain't no kitty.

Rainbow trout?

You know, I like it with lime.

Holy smokes. Nick Morelli?

Susie. Look at you, sweetheart.

In a time of change.

Congratulations. You look great.

Thank you.

Wow, Nick.

I mean, it's been... what?

It's been years, a decade.

A decade at least, I'm sure.

Well, what brings you around?

It's actually about your dad.

Uh, he came back.
He turned himself in, actually.

He's here? He's in jail now? Yes.

Yeah. He wants a new trial.

You know, honey,

with technology now, after 17 years...

I don't want to talk about this.

Susie. Susie.

He wanted me to come and
tell you first, so...

He wanted me to know what?

That he murdered my mom and
couldn't face the truth?

And you're helping him?

You need to leave.

- Susie.
- Now.

I'm going.

All right, we get this blood retested,

and, uh, we're in the
homestretch, my friend.

Oh, man. Unless it ends up being Donnie's.

Sorry.

Oh! Feel like

I'm going through the early
stages of hypothermia.

It's a freezer.

Biodegradable evidence.

I told you to bring a coat.

I didn't literally think
you meant a freezer.

Hey, so, you, uh, talk
to Cole's sister lately?

Hey, let's just call her by her name.

All right, can I ask you that?

Her name is Linda.

We don't have to think about the name

Cole when we think about her.

Oh, she won't take your call

since you ditched her the other night, huh?

Nah. Left two messages.
She hasn't called back.

Okay, here it is.

You know who can handle the cold?

Inuits up in Alaska.

Oh, man.

Eskimos.

- Oh, yeah, they're tough people.
- Pete.

Fierce people. You can't use a harpoon.

- I can't use a harpoon.
- Pete!

- Where is it?
- Gone.

Gone?

Gone?

As in mysteriously missing.

That's what happens when you
avoid trial for 17 years.

So what do you propose?

Well, dismiss the test results

of the blood sample.

And dismiss the charges altogether.

No evidence, no case.

No cause for disallow, mishaps or not.

It's unfortunate, hard reality.

The unfortunate, hard reality

is that the state lost
very valuable evidence.

Evidence that could prove
my client's innocence.

They are asking me to
take science backwards.

They want me to conjure up a 1994 defense

for a jury that has 2011 minds.

- Your Honor, that is bull...
- Sorry, Mr. Morelli.

Just because better science
exists does not mean

that simpler science is no longer germane.

The initial forensic report
remains in evidence.

Trial starts in two days.

How could they lose evidence!?

It happens, Donnie.

The hard truth is we're gonna

have to try this case
based on the old facts.

- Well, that's why I ran in the first place!
- Yeah, well,

it was always a risk coming back
in, under any circumstances.

It's a bad bet against
the state of Nevada...

Bad bet, Nicky?!
This isn't some roulette table.

This is my life.

I never would have come back

and put my Susie through
this again if I thought

this is how it was gonna play out.

How's she taking it?

This isn't how it's supposed to be, Nicky.

Come on.

What do you want to do now?

We got to get back into it.

We got to look at all the old angles.

I thought you covered all those angles...

Well, then we find some new ones!

Look, Nick, it's not your fault

that he turned himself in and it backfired.

And it's bad luck that
the evidence is gone,

but that does not mean you have
to be a part of this again.

Hey, Nick, what are you going to do now?

There's someone I need to talk to.

I heard what your partner did

with the Moroccan a couple months back.

Paying off your client's
debt with their own money.

Pretty crafty.

Carmine... that settlement was sealed.

I may represent fortune
500 companies these days,

but I still hear things.

Once you're in, you're always in, huh?

But, hey, not these days.
I got respectable, like you.

And I just happen to be a
hell of a lot better at it.

You could have been part of
the big windfall, Nicky.

No. Carmine, come on.

After...

It was time for me to leave.

You were a big investment, sport.

How many firms would hire a lawyer

right out of law school at age 35?

Zilch. Donut, pal.

You were a bet that didn't pay.

We're good. We're good.

I bailed your ass out once before, Nicolas,

and I'm not just talking
about giving you a job.

I protected you.

You sure that's all you did?

Look,

I need those 17-year-old
files on Donnie's case.

Sure, my pleasure.

Carmine, are you going to help me or not?

Files could have been sent to
your office with a phone call.

Why call me?

I need to know anything else that you know.

Personally.

You really want to take the
skeletons out of the desert?

Don't mix your metaphors, Carmine.

I said what I meant.

Okay.

I owe Donnie.

I owe him like I owe you.

And I owe it to him to see this through.

Fair enough.

I respect loyalty.

Already sent the files to your office.

I knew what you wanted.

I need to get back to work.

Thank you, Carmine.

It's not in the case files, Nicky.

Crystal Desert Land Company.

And I don't know a thing about it.

What did Nick say?

- Crystal desert...?
- Land company.

But Nick said it would
not be in the case file.

They sent this one, too.

"Tell Nicky D we had some personal stuff

"he left hanging around, too.

He should grow back the Magnum."

- What's a Magnum?
- What's a Nicky D?

Oh, ho. One mystery solved.

I think that would be the Magnum.

Ooh. Yowzah!

What's the "D" stand for, though?

Nicky Defense, Nicky Do-Right, Nicky Donut?

Nicky Dice.

Nicky Danger.

Nicky Doofus.
Third place finish bowling trophy.

He must be real proud of this one. Nice.

Hey, what do you think Nick was
like as an employee, not a boss?

Uh, quieter. Less yelly.

Oh, wait.

I think I found a...

Crystal Desert Land Company file.

Oh. So, what is it?

Looks like an account Donnie worked on

with another associate at the firm...

A Joe McCormick.

Oh, yeah, come to mama.

Yeah, Joe's been dead for... 16 years.

They found him in a shallow
grave out in the desert.

Yeah. It's what you're thinking.

And, uh, what are we thinking exactly?

Mob execution.

Joe was skimming. They found out.

Of course, it wasn't that
hard to put together.

I mean, Caribbean vacations

and speedboats on an accountant's salary?

And so, your husband was
skimming from a land trust?

There was no land.

It was a laundering front for the Mob.

Joe was their accountant.

- So was Donnie.
- And Donnie was involved in the skimming?

You know this?

I know that they worked
on the project together.

How uninvolved could he be?

But that was a lifetime ago.

It's all behind me.

I'm Mrs. Bowman now.

So you didn't hear any of this from me.

Oh, and if you try to put me
on the stand for any reason,

I will lie.

Are we clear here?

Crystal.

That's stupid!
Really, really stupid, Donnie.

I'm not lying to you.

I wasn't skimming.

I had a family, a-a kid.

I know what the Mob does
to guys that do that.

You're so smart you end
up running for 20 years?

Come on, what else are you selling?

I wasn't running from the Mob.

I was running from the prosecution.

If you're lying,

you got us looking in the wrong place.

That's right, Donnie, because
if you were skimming,

then the Mob has a reason,

and we got a list of suspects,
goons, a mile long.

I'm telling you, it wasn't the Mob.

Well, what about Crystal Desert?

- Yeah, it was a front.
- Okay. And Joe?

Yeah, Joe was peeling back
a few, but I'm not Joe!

Come on, Donnie. Don't do this to me.

You're not Joe. You're in it.

You're involved in it.
Joe's dead. Amanda's dead.

There's a connection between them all.
What's going on here?

I don't know about that line.
I don't know about anything.

I don't know, Nick! Come on!

The only thing I do know is this.

Amanda's death had nothing
to do with the Mob.

Donnie, the trial starts tomorrow.

You got anything for me?

Nicky, I got nothing to hide.

I may be desperate,

but I'm not a liar.

I want to believe the guy.

I'm just not sure I do.

You expect a Mob guy to be
able to lie believably.

It's what they do.

I know, I know, but I'm
telling you, he's not lying

about having something to
lose, back then or now.

Just saying, tomorrow morning,

in front of the judge,
we got less than Jack.

We got no other motives, no other suspects.

I know, I know. 20 years,

and this case hasn't changed at all.

I can't believe it.

Hello?

Uh, who's this? Is this...?

Okay, good times. Big fun had by all.

Jerk. Part of the fan club?

You know what?
I got such a vast membership.

My car.

My car!

My ears are still ringing, unless

there's a high pitch coming from in here?

That's crazy. You guys almost

got sizzled medium rare.

Trauma like that will play tricks on you.

Are you in a slightly
hallucinogenic place right now?

Are you seeing things?

Yes, the bottom of my glass,

which should not be happening.

- Tommy!
- This is not a coincidence.

Lisa calls the cops, asks them
about a Mob-related killing,

and all of a sudden, we're
walking into a car blowing up.

It's a message. They want us to
back off Donnie's investigation.

Nick, uh, this is some...
old-school Vegas stuff.

Bugsy-Siegel- bootlegging Vegas.

I'm new-school Vegas, okay?

I'm-I'm Asian-fusion-
restaurant-opening Vegas.

Lisa : I still don't buy it.

We're on the wrong track.

The Mob has nothing to do with this.

Lisa, you see these singe marks on my neck?

I have no eyebrows.

Wait, wait, wait.

Pete, I inquired about McCormick

and never mentioned Amanda Barrett.

Okay? Maybe they don"t even
care about who killed Amanda.

Yes, Joe McCormick's death was Mob-related,

we know that, no doubt.

He was shot, clinical,
three shots to the chest,

one to the head... classic execution style.

But Amanda was strangled.

That's totally different.

Okay? The police report even said

that she struggled with her assailant

and-and broke a few fingernails.

I'm telling you, that job was
sloppy and very amateurish.

And at three-to-the-chest-
one-to-the-head hit man

is gonna let it come to that?

Fingernails.

Your Honor, if Amanda fought
the assailant with her hands,

there could be untested DNA
underneath her fingernails.

And it wouldn't have been routinely checked

back then because there was not

standard DNA testing.

We want to exhume the body. What?

Any DNA on Amanda Barrett's body

would still be viable.

It would be new evidence.

Your Honor, this sets a terrible precedent.

What's to stop defendants
from just running off

and waiting for technology to catch up?

Shackles?

If relevant data exists

that could be better examined

with current technology,
I am inclined to allow it.

- The exhumation is permitted.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Morelli.

It's got a calculator, too.

Hey, Nick, listen.

I'm, uh... I'm thinking
maybe we shouldn't do this.

What, the exhumation?

No. The case.

I'm thinking we need to tell
Donnie to get another lawyer.

What the hell are you talking about?

Okay, Nick, I...

I realize that you had a life
before we were partners,

but... you're too invested in this one.

Too invested.

Since when is that a problem?

- Since we almost got blown up, man.
- Aw...

This is some serious,
no-screwing-around gangster business,

and you got to tell me if

there is something I need
to know, because this

- is not just about you anymore.
- There's nothing you need to know.

Okay? It's on me.

It stays on me. And if it gets close

- to you, then...
- Hey, it's right next to me... my car.

Not your car. My car blew up in my face!

There's nothing you need to know.

I know I ambushed you last time.

It was overwhelming.

But I'm telling you,

I would not do this to you or your mother

if I didn't think that
this was without merit.

I-I knew your father long before the trial.

We both worked at two different firms,

but we did plenty of deals together.

It was a different time back then.

I-I got involved with
some very shady deals.

One so shady...

That there...

There is no coming back from.

But your father saved my life.

He didn't have to...

And he did.

Susie, I saw the man as hard, okay,

and I got to tell you,
this guy, your father,

I don't buy that he killed your mother.

- I just don't see it.
- But I can't see what you see.

I know you can't see it,

but can you see that he turned himself in

after 17 years?

And at the very core of it, it's about you,

your future.

They want to take my
mother out of the ground?

I want to.

Yes.

And you think I should let you?

I think that knowing what
happened, either way,

is better than what you're
going through right now.

This is a disgrace, Morelli.

Don't start with me.

Nice suit.

Good to know the Mob still pays well.

You know, this...
This is my patch of dirt here.

Go find your own.

You know, she's been running for
the D.A.'S office

ever since she was nine years old.

I'm getting the creeps...
Let's get out of here.

No, no, no.

We're staying here.

They'll probably lose the
body from here to the lab.

"Oh, we dropped it in a volcano. Oops."

Jerks!

I agree with you
wholeheartedly, Nicky D.

What did you just call me?

It was on your box that Carmine sent over.

Don't ever call me that again.

Hey.

Hey. Those wouldn't be

for Amanda Barrett, would they,

- for the exhumation?
- Yeah, these are for her,

but they're not for the exhumation.

These come every week, regular.

Guess I'll wait for this
business to be over

and resod first.

Every week?

Really? For the last 17 years?

Yeah. Husband pays good
money to keep it tip-top.

Husband? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, the guy comes by every month,

drops me an extra check.

The, uh...

The husband?

Who is that?

- What do you mean? Is that not the...
- Oh, there you go. That's him.

That's the husband.

The neighbor with the eyes!

I knew it.

No, you didn't.

Yeah, but I mentioned the eyes.

Groundskeeper I.D.'D him.

I double-checked with
the flower-delivery guy

and the florist about
billing... boom, Mr. Cahill.

So Lance, who testified
to hear them fighting,

has been visiting the grave?

Posing as her husband.

Wow, that is a special kind of creepy.

Oh, it gets better.

You find it?

In the 17 years since the trial,

Lance has been arrested twice...

Once for a peeping tom rap,
once for burglary of

a female neighbor's home...
He did five years in prison. That's it.

The guy's cuckoo for the ladies.

For 17 years, he's been
keeping up her grave,

minus the time he was incarcerated
for the burglary, supposedly.

We should check on that, make
sure that the dates match up.

Oh, they do... I already called
groundskeeper Willie back.

Ah, it's the good Nicky D.

The DNA results must be in. Excuse me.

So, this guy, this peeping tom,

grave flower boy, made it all
up, right, because he's...

He's obsessed with her! Obsessed.

And he confronts her one day, like,

"Amanda, hey, let's get to the good stuff."

"No, Lance, I don't think
of you in that way."

- "And your eyes are weird."
- Yeah.

"But you should love me."

"Don't tell me what to do, Lance."

"Okay, well, then I'll just..."

Dead.

Let's blame it on the husband.

Wow, the perfect chump.

Okay. Great.

Guys.

It's not Donnie's DNA.

I bet I know whose it is.

- Try her cell phone?
- Yeah,

went straight to voice mail.

Hannah, Hannah.

Listen, we got something.

Donnie didn't do it.

- All right, charges are dropped.
- DNA results

- right here.
- I know the results... It just means

he had an accomplice or he hired someone.

It was someone else... Lance Cahill.

My witness? Yeah.

Oh, come on, you're not gonna try that.

Do you realize this Cahill

got popped twice since the murder

for weird wiggy perv
stuff with other women?

- You know, he did time, Hannah.
- Do you have anything I don't know?

The guy's obsessed with her.

- He's been tending her grave for years.
- And?

- And? What...
- and? What else do you want?

Just get his DNA... it'll match this.

Cahill is your guy.

Because he's gotten in trouble

since the murder and he visits her grave?

Are you guys serious?

Yes, we're ser...

Hannah... why don't you do
the right thing for once

- as opposed to worry about your next job.
- Okay, you know what?

My job is convicting a murderer, Morelli,

and I'm betting it's the guy

who ran, and not the guy who stayed

to put flowers on her grave,

and I don't need a damn defense lawyer

questioning my integrity.

Are you gonna test Lance Cahill?

- No.
- Then I question your integrity.

Mr. Cahill, on the evening of
the murder, did you happen

- to see the defendant?
- Yes.

I was walking the dog, the
same way I always do,

when I heard glass break in their house.

Then I hear Mrs. Barrett screaming.

Donnie runs out the front door.

Did he appear angry?

Objection, Your Honor.

- Speculative.
- I'll rephrase.

How did he appear to you?

Upset. I mean, he was
hurrying, jaw was clenched,

his fist was...

And then...?

It was a few hours later,

I was eating dinner, watching the TV,

when I heard all the police
cars outside their house,

and, uh...
Mm-hmm.

She was...

She was dead.

Thank you, Mr. Cahill.

No more questions.

Good afternoon, Mr. Cahill.

Tell me... how would you characterize

your relationship with the Barretts?

We were... just neighbors.

Anything special going on between you

and Amanda Barrett?

Going on?

She lived next-door.

She lived next-door. Okay.

Mr. Cahill, did you put flowers
on Amanda Barrett's grave?

Objection. Relevance.

Well, he says he wasn't Amanda's friend,

yet he put flowers on her grave.

- I just want to know why.
- Overruled.

Mr. Cahill,

flowers?

I... I-I guess I just felt bad.

I mean... I've never seen
anybody killed before.

It's shocking.

It is. I know.

It's shocking.

So shocking...
That you put flowers on her grave

every Sunday for the next
17 years, didn't you?

Objection. What Mr.
Cahill has been doing

for the last 17 years is immaterial.

It's not immaterial.

It's nuts!

It's just as crazy as Mr. Cahill here

telling the groundskeeper

that he was Amanda's husband.

- Your Honor...
- get up here, both of you.

This is out of bounds, judge.

I have every right to
discredit the witness.

Except nothing that Mr. Cahill has done

since 1994 is relevant to
the facts of this case.

Everything that this guy
has done since 1994

is relevant to this case.

His arrest for Peeping Tom in '98.

His breaking and entering into
a woman's apartment in 2003.

- He did time for...
- You are just telling me this now?

It goes to credibility,

Your Honor. The witness's testimony

is regarding an earlier time
when his record was clean.

Not only is his criminal history
irrelevant, it's prejudicial.

He killed her. Just take his DNA.

Wait. You want to have this witness tested?

Yes. I want the D.A.
To do blood work, and I want

a four-week continuance
to have it examined.

That's ridiculous.

Mr. Cahill is not on trial.

- Donnie Barrett is.
- Well, he should be on trial...

You are not going fishing
in my court, counsel.

There will be no continuance,
not so much as a mention

of his rap sheet, and
enough with the flowers.

You cross him on the
evidence, or cut him loose.

Your Honor, you have to...

Nick, do you have any questions
for him that are relevant

to this case?

No, Your Honor.

The blood found at the scene
is a match with Donnie's.

He was estranged, living away from home.

And he was seen by a neighbor,

fighting with Amanda just hours before

she ended up strangled
to death in her bedroom.

Now, the defense pointed out

that she had other DNA besides Donnie's

under her nails.

Well, all that proves is
that she came in contact

with someone else besides
Donnie in the hours

prior to her death.

That doesn't change.

Donnie's actions in the least.

Donnie Barrett

has worked most of his life for the Mob.

He was well-acquainted with a culture

of violence, and when arrested

and faced with the facts, what did he do?

He ran.

Only the guilty run.

And this time, you
get to finish a job

that should have been settled 17 years ago.

Give Amanda Barrett her justice.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to share a little
something with you.

I... I keep secrets.

I do.

Ask my partner there.

He can tell you.

I do.

But as a lawyer, I'm
obliged to keep secrets.

Attorney-client privilege,

rules of evidence.

You'd be surprised on what
I can and cannot tell you.

But I can tell you this.

The state's star witness, Lance Cahill,

heard a woman screaming,

and he did not call the police.

Well, which might make sense these days,

because I guess we're not as
neighborly as we used to be.

Except Amanda Barrett was more

than just a neighbor to Lance Cahill.

For 17 years, Lance
Cahill took flowers

to the grave site of Amanda
Barrett every Sunday.

I don't know.

There must be a story there
that you haven't heard.

Objection, Your Honor.

Counsel, let's stick to the facts

in evidence, shall we?

Okay. The facts.

There is no DNA, because
the state lost the blood.

The state witness... you can't trust him.

DNA under the victim's nail

that points to somebody else.

Okay, that's it.

That's the whole case.

Except for, Ms. Harrison here says

only the guilty run.

All right.

Ask yourself this.

Why does a man, for all
intents and purposes

living a free life...

Why does he walk right back
into town and face trial?

I don't know if only the guilty run.

But only the innocent return.

Only the innocent return.

Thank you.

Well, it's out of our hands now.

Yeah. This is the hardest part.

Waiting to see if the jury
sees it the same way you do.

I'd vote...

Not guilty.

Yeah, I know that look, Nicky D.

You either did something really heroic

or really stupid.

I heard about what happened
with your partner's car.

Yeah. All of Vegas heard.

Yeah, but most of them don't
know a guy who knows a guy.

I can't tell you anything specific,

because I don't know anything specific,

but I do know that you and your
partner can sleep soundly.

There's no need to worry about
anything else happening.

Who said I was worried?

Always braver than smart.

Carmine?

What did it cost you?

A phone call.

Again.

But I'll get one back some day.

Oh, I watched you
close in there.

Not bad...

For a two-bit Mob lawyer.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Court clerk: Case number 14-R-767382,

in the matter of Donald Barrett,

as to the count of murder
in the first degree,

we find the defendant guilty.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we thank you for your service.

You are dismissed.

Donnie, I'm so sorry

I couldn't help you like you helped me.

Susie...

I'm so sorry.

Daddy.

Daddy.

I'm so sorry.

Give him a second. It's his daughter.

Shh, shh. I'm sorry.

I'll be right there.

Harrison.

This one is on you.

Nothing about that bothers me.

Where is the justice in this?

You got the wrong guy, and you know it.

I didn't get anybody, Nick.

A jury convicted your client.

If that's on anybody, it's on you.

If you would have gone

as hard on Lance Cahill as you did Donnie,

you would have won easily.

I did what I was called on to do,

nothing more, nothing less.

And a fair verdict was rendered, okay, but

there is an appeals process.

Now, if you discover new
information, I'm sure

the high court in Carson city

will hear your argument.

My part is done.

Okay, oh, and one more thing.

Say cheese.

So Carmine told you not to worry?

Yeah. Said, uh, sleep soundly.

Ah, Carmine... he's a different breed.

You're never going to tell me, are you?

What went down between the two of you?

It's not worth your time, Pete, okay?

Come on, Nick. I'm your partner.

I don't want to talk about it.

Can we talk about something
I want to talk about?

How are things going with
you and Lady Bear Cole?

Oh. I don't want to talk
about that, either.

Oh, come on!

She didn't call me back.

Well, when she does, you got a good story.

You were abducted.

That'll score you some points.

- Yeah. If she calls.
- She will, Nicky D.

- I thought I told you not to call me that.
- Nicky Diamond.

- Nicky Dynamite. Nicky Dolemite.
- Don't call me... don't...

- Stop. Stop it.
- Nicky Double Fudge Sunday.

- Nicky D...
- all right, I'll tell ya.

But you got to promise

you won't say a word about
this to anybody ever.

- I promise.
- I will throw you under the damn bus.

My word is as good as gold.

Nicky...

Really?

Wow. I didn't see that coming. Yeah.

Here we go, here we go, here
we go, here we go, here we go.

He dumped.

There we go.

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