The Defenders (2010–2011): Season 1, Episode 7 - Las Vegas vs. Johnson - full transcript

The murder trial starts Wednesday.

God, I hope they toss that
broad and throw away the key.

You still think Black Betty did it?
Of course she did.

You know she fired another
lawyer last night?

The trial's about to start.

I mean, who does that?

And that boyfriend!

Well, I'd get myself
a boyfriend, too,

if I had to live
with Dwayne Darro,

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What the hell!



Who's in my spot?!

That's all we got for today?

What about the Brennan divorce?

They worked it out.

That sucks.

I mean, for us.

I'm looking for a Pete Kaczmarek.

I know you.

Great.

That'll save us both time.

Why'd you do it,
Betty? Why'd you do it?

You want to take care of that? Yeah,
uh, Zoey, office.

Uh, right this way.

Come on, I'll hide you.



Hey! Hey, come on,
you people can't be here!

You want to spend the
night in jail? Out!

Private property!

Get out of here! Go, go, go!

What the hell is going on here?

And who's got their
Porsche parked in my spot?

How'd you sleep, Nick? Okay,
what do you want?

Well, I don't know if
you heard the rumor

that Betty Johnson fired
her sixth attorney,

but she's now looking for
new legal representation.

Yeah, well, Black Betty,
she shouldn't look here.

It'd be a bold move, Nick.

Bold move, my ass!

Come on, Dwayne Darro?
He was a hero of mine.

Jess and I probably saw
him a hundred times.

I sang "Sending Me Angels"

at our wedding,
for crying out loud.

I am not... not gonna
represent a hero killer.

Alleged hero killer.

Alleged!

That Black Betty and that...

boy toy she was bangin'

stole millions worth of
silver from Dwayne's safe.

Just because she took that silver

does not mean that
she killed him. Yeah.

Try selling that to a jury.

So you can tell her to leave!

And move her damn car already,
because I'm double-parked!

Your car can wait.

And I'll have a coffee.

Black.

Sit.

So... it's obvious from the
gibberish you just spewed

that you've been following
my case in the newspapers.

They're making me out to
look like O.J. With boobs.

Look, Dwayne was an addict

and a pain in my ass...

but I loved him.

And unlike O.J., I didn't do it.

So tell me how you'd fight this.

Well, first of all...

There's solid evidence
linking you to the theft...

The silver was mine.

Silver bars were his
idea of showing me

that I'd be taken care of

in case anything
ever happened to him.

It was the least he could do.

Eight years, and the
bastard never married me.

What about the ring you
took from his safe?

Was that yours also?

No.

That I stole.

Okay, the, uh,
prosecution's gonna argue that

your motive for murder
was stealing the silver,

but if, as you say,
the silver was already yours,

then you had no motive.

We just need to find someone

who did have motive and
point the finger...

As long as you don't point
the finger at Jason.

You know, the boy
toy I was banging.

Yeah, uh, Betty, we realize

this is a sensitive area,
but one would argue

since Jason built the safe...

I said no.

Jason and I didn't
do anything wrong.

Great! Listen, uh, we don't
want to waste your time or ours.

I don't think this firm is right

to represent you in this matter.

I appreciate your blunt honesty,
Mr. Morelli.

Really.

Most people just lie

about how much they hate me.

You're both hired.

Don't screw it up.

You'll have a check tomorrow.

Do you believe that?

We're not taking this case.
We just did.

We're not taking this case.
We just did!

Well, then I invoke
my power to veto.

Oh-ho, okay, well, according
to Morelli-Kaczmarek rules,

we're each allowed

five vetoes per year,
and you, my friend,

have already used up your five,
plus two I gave you gratis.

I don't care. You don't care?

Forget it!

No! We're not taking this case!

That's final!

All right, I don't care if

you're not taking it,
because I am.

Nick! Your car's being towed!

Oh! Damn it!

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?!

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You shouldn't have taken it.
The girl's rude.

Sh-She's ungrateful.
She's like a trucker.

Come on, she can't be that bad.
LAWYER 2: Oh, yeah?

I want to hear you say
that after she fires you.

Worst part is, you have to try her

side by side with the boyfriend.

That Nichols guy,
what a thug he is.

Got a rap sheet as long as your arm...
robbery and assaults.

Yeah, having him
sitting next to you

puts a bull's-eye
right on Betty's back.

Worse than the boyfriend
is his dimwit lawyer.

What's his name? Howell.

Ambulance chaser
doing a murder trial,

and you're stuck with
him at your table, too.

How have you not been able
to get these cases severed?

We tried to get them separated
a hundred different ways.

Between the DA's office and this judge?
It's not gonna happen.

They're gonna want
to hang 'em together.

All right, guys, well,
thanks for the advice.

Anytime. I got breakfast.
I'll see you in court.

Cute...

having your meeting
at my breakfast spot.

What, you trying to
lure me in? Lure?

What, do you think,
I'm a dumb trout

that's gonna bite at every worm?

Trout? Worm?

I like the coffee here, Nicky.

The coffee here sucks!

I'm sorry, Evelyn, it's, uh...

The pancakes are good.

Not gonna happen, Pete.

I am not going to get involved.

Period. Fine. No problem.

I'm late anyway.

Gotta go to Dwayne Darro's house.

It's on the market, you know.

Probably the last time
anyone's gonna get to see it.

Kind of like my own
private tour of Graceland.

You enjoy those egg whites

and those pigs in
a blanket, Nicky.

Pete! Hang on a second. Hang on.

Hang on...

Okay, listen...

I'll go as a tourist.

But it does not change my veto.

Fine. I'm running late,
though, Nick. I...

Okay, wait, wait, wait. Wait!

I got it.

Pete, look.

Look at that!

This piano's the one
Liberace gave to Dwayne.

Wow! Look at all
these gold records.

Bowling lanes, Nick.

There are bowling lanes down here!

Cool.

* You keep sending me angels *

* Sweet and true. *

Dwayne used to play it for me

every time he wanted to get me
between his... sweaty sheets.

Thanks for the visual.

Hey! Betty, you're here.

Great. Let's get started.

You didn't tell me she
was gonna be here.

Just a tourist, remember?

Okay, why don't you
tell me about Jason.

Well... Dwayne had hired him to
build us a vault in the cellar,

so he was around a lot.

Dwayne was using and more,
and Jason,

well, he was just there for me.

What could I say? I'm a sucker

for a hot man with a hammer.
NICK: Sweet.

You cheat on Dwayne
in his own house

and you make a joke about it?

This was our house... my home...

and there was nothing
funny about it.

You have no idea what it was like.

Dwayne went crazy
those last years.

Do you know he ripped an
earring right out of my ear?

Jason drove me to
get the stitches.

Who would you have picked?

Well, you had already made
a commit... Okay, okay.

Why don't you walk me through
what happened that night.

Well, Dwayne and I
got into it real bad

the night before he died.

I called Jason and told him I
was ready to get the hell out.

So, the next day, we came
back and packed up my stuff.

I thought Dwayne
was at rehearsals.

I went upstairs to pack,
and Jason...

Jason went down to the vault.

This is huge.

Well, it had to hold Dwayne's silver,
$4 million-worth...

I told you, it was mine.

Why didn't he give you cash,

or a checking account
or a CD or something?

You're such genius,
why don't you figure it out.

Okay, you know what,

why don't you show us
where you found Dwayne.

Great.

Uh... Go.

So I was in the middle of packing

when I came downstairs looking
for a pair of my Jimmy Choos.

He was just lying there.

I turned him;
I started to shake him.

I guess I must've been screaming

'cause Jason ran in.

I wanted to call 911,

but Jason said Dwayne
was already gone.

He wanted to finish
loading the silver first,

so that's what we did.

How very productive of you.

Wow. Well, Dwayne was gone.

He had overdosed.
There was nothing I could do.

Except for Dwayne did
not die of an overdose.

The coroner said he had
pressure markings on his face.

He was smothered with a pillow.

Wait, hey... Look, I'm no doctor,

but in my experience,
addicts die of their addictions.

I'm an alcoholic, okay?

Sober ten years.

That's how I met Dwayne.

In rehab. Oh.

We fell in love. Sweet.

You loved Dwayne?

I thought you loved Jason.

I loved 'em both. It's possible...

You have a problem
with that? Me? No.

No.

It's a very touching story.

It is.

You know that look that
you've been giving me

ever since I walked
into your office?

We're working on that. Shh!

I can't even get my nails done

without people
giving me that look.

All day long, I have to put
up with everyone's crap.

You know what I won't
put up with, Nicky?

Hmm?

You.

You're off the case.

I'm not even on it! Good!

We'll see you in court tomorrow.

Don't be late!

Some tourist you are, Nick.

Jerk.

What is wrong with you?!
She's guilty, Pete.

You were supposed to
be a tourist in there,

not the frickin' DA!

You sound like that nerd Cole!

Hey, you know what,
she cheated on the guy, all right?

Are you bringing Jess into this?

Jess didn't cheat on me.

Exactly! So why are you
acting so wound up?

Jess and I loved this guy;
He's gone now.

It's, it's over.
Betty deserves a good defense.

The entire city is
out to crucify her.

The last thing she needs is for
her lawyers to turn on her, too.

I am not her lawyer.
Maybe you should be.

You think like the
jury on this one,

you'll know how to turn them.

BETTY: Losers!

She's nuts.

She was living with
an addict, Nicky.

You have any idea what
that does to a person?

It-it-it kills you.

The... the-the lies,
the promises to change!

Believe me, I should know!

Unbelievable!

You are so rude!

You really gonna
play that card again?

Hey!

What was that for?

I hate you, you know that.

I gotta stay up all night,
catch up on the case.

What? Are you serious?
Are you actually in?

Yeah, I'm in. You happy?

We get a shot at this, Nicky.

Shot? No defense, no prep time.

You're the one that's nuts.

We are representing the most
hated woman in all Las Vegas.

This is gonna be great!
The Defenders!

Good morning, sir.R. Morning.

We're looking for you to
help sever these cases.

We defend Betty, and Jason's
lawyer defends him separately.

That's not gonna happen;
the judge ruled against it.

That's because you
fought the judge.

But if you tell him you're not opposing,
he'll let you sever it.

Why would I do that?
We haven't even met our co-counsel.

We haven't had time to
coordinate a defense.

That's my problem, how?

You represent the people.

The people want a fair shake...

No. No, what the
people want is justice

for these hero killers.

This is a new low
even for you two.

Betty and Jason hang together.

Nick, don't go there.

"Hero killers."
What did I tell you?

Yeah, well, wh-what did I tell you?
You sound just like Cole.

"A new low." Nice!

Buddha.

I am not a monk!

I'm a lawyer.

You don't see me sitting
on top of the mountain

eating miso soup, do ya?

What's your pit bull
doing here, huh?

Just be glad he is.

There's our co-counsel Howell.

Whew!

Ambulance chaser.

Guys, guys, guys,
the jury is watching.

It's, um... well,
it's simple really.

The defendants, Betty
Johnson and Jason Nichols,

callously killed Dwayne Darro.

They killed our Dwayne Darro,

by pressing a cushion
into his face.

They stood over him
and watched him die.

And why?

Greed.

They wanted to steal $4
million worth of silver

out of Dwayne's safe,
and they did.

They killed our Dwayne.

You have the opportunity
to do something about it.

JUDGE: Order! Order!

Wow. Packed house, isn't it?

Everybody came down
to see the show.

'Cause that's what this is.

A circus put on by the DA's office

to pin Dwayne's murder on
this young couple right here.

But how does the prosecution
know that a third party

didn't come in that night
to murder Dwayne Darro?

You see?

The sooner that we get
these two acquitted,

the sooner the police can find
the person that really did this.

Mr. Kaczmarek?

We wish to waive opening
statement, Your Honor.

You sure you want to do that,
Mr. Kaczmarek?

Yeah, we're sure.

Suit yourself.

We'll assemble back in 15.

What the hell was that?!

You're done! Leave!

You, stay.

But I expect you to go up there
and say I'm innocent, damn it!

Since your partner apparently
is too incompetent.

All right, are you done?
'Cause I want you to listen.

Pete wrote the most beautiful
opening I've ever read.

He did the right thing by
putting it back in his pocket.

How the hell is
that gonna help me?

What your boyfriend's lawyer
said in there screwed us.

That a mystery man did it?

You kidding me?

The jury's never gonna buy that.

Now, the jury thinks
that Jason did it,

and that means they
think that you did it.

The more we separate ourselves
from Jason's case, the better.

So we're not saying anything.
At least not yet.

Betty, we're never gonna win
this case with our opening.

We're gonna win it
with our closing.

Okay. Fine.

Another thing...

stop firing us.

That's over.

When we're in, we're in.

And a button a few of
those things, will ya?

Detective Cervelli, can you
tell us how much time passed

between Dwayne
Darro's time of death

and Betty Johnson's call to 911?

Approximately one hour.

And how much time would it take
two people to load the silver

and drive it to the
storage facility?

About an hour.

So the exact amount of time

it took Betty to call 911?

Objection,
Your Honor... foundation.

This is Mr. Cole's attempt
at pure theatrics.

The irony of Mr.
Morelli's remark aside,

the silver is necessary to
show the time and effort

that went into stealing it.
Right here, guys.

Sit down, counsel.

Thank you, Officers.

Your Honor, I'd like to
mark this as exhibit one.

Detective, can you
identify this silver?

Yes. It's the silver
we confiscated

from Betty Johnson's storage unit.

The silver that Betty
and Jason coldly carried

past Dwayne's dead
body for an hour...

That's bull! Your Honor,
I would never... Sit down right now.

Miss Johnson.
I would advise you two

to put a leash on your client.

Just sit down right now.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Detective Cervelli, you've been

a detective for a
long time, right?

20 years.

Whew! Wow, 20 years.

That's incredible.

And in all those years,
you've developed

a good instinct?

I'd like to think so.

And your first instinct
when you entered

Dwayne's house and saw
his body on the couch

was that he had

an overdose, correct? Correct.

And you remained with that theory

until the coroner's
report came out

three days later,
right? That's right.

Mm-hmm.

Counsel, what are you doing?

Your Honor... I'm trying to see

how much silver it takes
to block the facts.

Because the facts remain...

taking her silver
from her own house

does not prove that
Betty killed Dwayne.

It just proves she
took her silver.

That's it.

Detective, is it possible
that while my client

and Betty were loading the silver,

which was rightfully hers,

that someone else could
have entered the home

and killed Mr. Darro?

Someone else? You mean while

they were loading the
silver right out front?

Exactly.

There was no forced entry.

The only fingerprints we found
belonged to Betty and Jason...

Just answer the question, please.

Um, is it possible,
or is it not possible

that someone else killed Dwayne?

Yeah, sure. Anything's possible.

Maybe he came down the chimney.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thanks.

- You see this one?
- Ah, geez,

how did that numbskull
ever pass the bar?

Every point we put on the
board in the courtroom,

he manages to wipe it off.

All right, next witness

up is going to be the
storage unit manager.

Right. He's going to testify
that Jason and Betty

applied to rent a unit
the day of the murder.

Yeah, but only Betty
signed. Right.

Well, that's what's bugging me.

I mean, they both applied.
Why didn't they both sign?

Maybe the manager ran a

background check and
found Jason's priors.

Jason wouldn't be able to
sign if he was a felon.

That numbskull over there
might ask the wrong question...

that guy's gonna spill his priors.

Then we'll have a mistrial.

All right, well,
we should probably warn him.

Yeah.

Probably should.

What?

Come here.

Listen, he got the same
information we did, right?

Is it our fault if
he can't figure out

what questions to avoid?

If numbskull steps in it,

the judge is going to have
to declare a mistrial.

Severs the cases, and we get
rid of numbskull and Jason.

- Bold, Nicky.
- You like that.

Hey, how you doing?

- Come on. Something interesting here.
- Moron. Idiot.

You know this next witness
that's coming up...

the storage unit manager?

Well, he says that Jason
and Betty both applied.

Jason's signature isn't here.

That's weird, right?

I'm gonna get into that with him.

I don't pull my punches.

So, the defendants came into the
storage facility on April 19,

the morning of Dwayne
Darro's murder.

Yeah, they wanted to
rent a storage unit.

Can you tell us who
signed for this unit?

Betty Johnson, sir.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Howell?

So, Mr. Brown,

you're saying that
both Jason and Betty

came into the storage
facility that morning?

That's what I said.

Really?

And they both filled
out an application?

Yeah.

So if-if they were both there,
like you claim,

then why didn't Jason
sign for the unit?

Because I ran a background check

and I'm not allowed to
rent to convicted felons.

Uh... objection! Do I really need

to point out that you can't object

to your own question, counsel?

I would like to
request a mistrial.

Oh, this is ridiculous!
Counsel opened the door himself!

In my chambers, all of you.

My client's priors were ruled
inadmissible, Your Honor.

His constitutional rights
have been violated!

You're an idiot, you know that?

But I'm not gonna
punish your client

with your ineffective
assistance of counsel.

I'm declaring a mistrial.

Actually, Your Honor,
we'd like to move forward

with this. Our client feels...

No, they're trying to back-door
sever this, Your Honor. - What?!

- You engineered it!
- Engineered? Your Honor,

we take offense to that.

The only reason they
want to continue

is now that the jury
knows Jason has priors,

they'll pin it all on him.

Never trust a man who
spits when he's angry.

Your Honor, if you're
gonna declare a mistrial,

then it has to be for
both defendants, okay?

It would be a burden on the
State to try them separately.

Trial's almost halfway
through, Judge.

Yeah, you really want to go
through this with us again?

I'm gonna side with the
defense on this, Cole.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Okay, we're about to ask you

to make a very difficult decision.

I know we made an agreement
not to pin this on Jason,

but things have changed.

For the better.

The cases are now severed.

The jury now knows
about Jason's priors.

We need to get you on the
stand saying that you were in

separate parts of the
house for 20 minutes,

which you were.

No.

Jason's gonna get his own trial,

his own jury, and even
if we said he did it,

that can't use it against
him in the future.

Honey, I don't want
you to lie for me.

The truth is my defense.

Truth? Betty,

the law doesn't care
about the truth!

Do you know how many innocent
people we've seen go to jail?

Unless you want to spend the rest
of your life in a six-by-four cell,

you gotta let us point
the finger at Jason

because there is nothing pointing

at that accidental overdose.

Jason's been sitting in
jail a year because of me.

Because he loves me.

But you you two want
me to turn on him?

And I'm the one everyone thinks
is such a crappy human being.

No. Never.

Don't ask again or
I will fire you.

You still think she's guilty?

Doesn't matter what I think.

If the jury thinks
she suffocated him...

we're going down.

Nick!

Nick!

Hey, Nick! Hey, roll over!

Nick!

What the hell?

Next time I come in here and tell
you to roll over, just roll over.

Roll over!

Can't a guy take a nap here?

- Roll over!
- All right.

I can't. My nose is
smushed in the pillow.

I don't care if your
nose is smushed, okay?

I can hardly breathe!

You sound like a dying walrus.

I can't get any work done, okay?

Just roll over.

Hey.

Pete, you're a genius.

Awesome. Good night.

Pete.

Dwayne...

killed Dwayne.

Good morning, Dr. Pitts.
It's so nice to see you again.

How are you?

What I have here is
a blown-up version

of your coroner's report.

My eyes aren't so good.

Sorry I have to blow things
up in order to read 'em.

Um, see here: "The signs of
cyanosis and 'pet-e-ka'..."

Petechia.

Yuh-huh. "...coupled with

"The pressure markings

"Around the nose and mouth,
led me"... you... "To conclude

"That someone pressed
down on Mr. Darro's face

with a sofa cushion,
thus suffocating him."

Is that about right? Yes.

Yeah, you know, I brought
something else interesting here.

You mentioned that Dwayne
had high levels of heroin

in his bloodstream.

That's true. Mr. Darro was
smoking vast quantities

of heroin that night, yes,

but his drug use is completely
irrelevant to the cause of death.

Hmm.

Vast quantities of heroin.

You ever do heroin, Dr. Pitts?

No, I have not.

Well, then how can conclude

that his drug use had nothing
to do with his death?

I read books, Mr. Morelli.

I don't need to consume heroin

to know that this
was not an overdose.

Books, he reads books.

And in your books,

it says that heroin
makes you sleepy;

that it slows down your breathing.

Yes, but that has nothing
to do with this case.

Nothing. Oh, oh, Your Honor,

no, no, this is theatrics!

Mr. Morelli?

Your Honor, I'd like to
introduce exhibit Number Four.

Sofa is the one
Dwayne was found in.

You have five minutes.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Dr. Pitts, could you come over
here for a second, please?

Please?

Could you lay down on the
couch for me? Thank you.

All right.

Let's say that you were smoking

"Vast quantities"
Of tar heroin, okay?

And let's say you fell asleep.

Close your eyes.

I don't hear a question,
Your Honor.

Uh, uh, it's coming up,
Your Honor.

Okay, you're asleep now.

Let's say, like most men,
you rolled over.

How's the air down there,
Dr. Pitts?

Not so good.

I said not so good.

Not so good.

Please sit up, please.

So, Dr. Pitts, is it possible

that a man high on heroin,

a drug known to
restrict your breathing,

to fall asleep,

roll over on his stomach
and asphyxiate himself?

It's possible.

But in this case, no,

because Dwayne was found face up.

Mm-hmm. - And I don't think a
dead man can turn himself around.

Your Honor, Exhibit Number Five:

Betty's initial
statement to the police.

Could you just read this
highlighted part there?

"I came in, I saw the drugs first,
and then he looked dead.

I ran and turned him over."

Turned him over.

You know what? You're right.

Dead men can't turn
themselves over.

Betty did...

trying to save his life.

Betty knew it from the start

that this was not a murder.

She knew all along that
Dwayne killed Dwayne.

No further questions.
Thank you so much, Dr. Pitts.

You were terrific.

Permission to approach the bench?

We have a new witness
we'd like to call:

Jason Nichols.

Oh, Your Honor,
that is ridiculous.

Hey! Let's argue
it out in chambers.

Jason Nichols has pled guilty
to the robbery in exchange

for dropping the murder charges.

You bartered a plea
for his testimony!

Your Honor, Jason Nichols
is a convicted felon.

He's gonna perjure himself
just to save his own skin!

Do you have evidence that
he's going to perjure himself?

Your Honor, out of the blue,
he decides to take the stand

right after the State

just puts down a big deal on
the table in front of him?

Of course, he's gonna lie.

The credibility of that witness
is for the jury to decide.

We're done here, counselors.

I'm sorry, Betty.

- No... Jason would never turn on me.
- Betty.

He'll tell the truth
about what happened.

- Betty!
- We have plans when this is over!

He made a deal.

Which means that whatever
he says on the stand,

it's not gonna be good.

You don't know him.

You don't.

I do know him. He's a putz!

And can you describe wh you saw

when you walked into that TV room?

I saw Betty.

She was standing over Dwayne.

She was suffocating him with
one of the sofa cushions.

And did this come as a surprise?

No.

Betty had always said
that she'd be better off

if he'd just die.

Still not picking up.

Redial. Redial! Redial!

Trial starts in two hours.

We need to get her on the stand.

- Give me the keys to my car.
- Where are you going?

If I'm not back in time,
just stall.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Gracela.

* He keeps sending me angels *

* From up on high *

* He keeps sending me angels *

* To teach me to fly *

* He keeps sending me angels *

* Sweet and true *

* He keeps sending me angels *

* Just like you...*

* As I stand on this mountain *

* Face to the wind... *

I got bad taste in men, don't I?

Yeah.

You do.

Night before Dwayne died...

I couldn't take it anymore.

If I hadn't told
him I was leaving,

maybe he wouldn't have
gone on such a bender.

Maybe he'd still be here.

Honey, you hung in there
as long as you could.

* He keeps sending me angels... *

Here.

Go ahead.

I tried to make it work.

I did.

* As I stand on this mountain *

But I just couldn't make things
go back to how they used to be.

* Amazed by the number of times *

* I have sinned *

Thanks.

What the hell is this?

The Alka-Seltzer is mine.

Coffee's yours.

Oh.

Okay, Betty.

Let's get you cleaned up.

And let's get you sobered up.

I think it's about time

people heard the truth
about Betty Johnson.

I thought the law doesn't
care about the truth.

Maybe this time they will.

* You keep sending me angels *

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Here we go.

What took you so long?

Zoey.

You know what to do, right?

No one's ever going to believe me.

They made up their minds about
who I am a long time ago.

When you walk into
that courtroom today,

people are going to turn around,

and for the first time,
they're going to see you.

Need some help?

Ms. Johnson, can you tell us

about the bars of silver that
you removed from Dwayne's safe?

Well, um...

Dwayne was a... A generous man.

Gave me everything I ever wanted.

That's not why I was with him,

but it was nice.
And a few years ago,

I asked him if he can give
me some kind of security.

You know, something
to fall back on

in case anything
ever happened to him.

In case he ever left me.

Except I'm the one that left.

And you asked for the
bars of silver for what?

For security?

No. Uh, that was Dwayne's idea.

He liked showing them to me.

Did, at any time, he tell you
that the silver was yours?

Yes.

Every day for the
last three years.

According to the police report,

you removed something else from
Dwayne's house, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

A ring that had belonged
to Dwayne's mother.

He promised one day he'd marry me

and put that ring on my finger.

And for a long time,
I believed he would change...

finally get sober,

finally marry me.

Till one day I realized

I couldn't spend the
rest of my life waiting

and I decided to leave.

But I took that ring,

just in case, one day,
he did get sober

and come to find me.

Everybody loved Dwayne.

My partner sang
"Sending Me Angels"

to his wife on their wedding.

And embarrassed the
heck out of her, too.

There's a reason they
called Dwayne Mr. Vegas.

Like Vegas,
Dwayne was entertaining.

Dwayne was iconic.

Also like Vegas,
Dwayne had a dark side;

a side of addiction
and emotional abuse;

a side that Betty endured

for years, despite the
pain it caused her.

My client described Dwayne
Darro as a generous man.

And I'm sure he was, in many ways.

But Betty...

Dwayne was never
generous with you.

Dwayne put you through hell.

All he would allow her to have,

even though she stood by
his side for eight years,

was that silver.

Something so heavy and
impossible to move,

you... you have to
wonder if he meant it

as a way to keep her bound to him.

But Betty is not the kind of girl

that you could keep tied down.

So she took the silver that
Dwayne had promised her.

Not the wisest choice,

but it's what gave her
the strength to leave.

And that does not
make her a thief.

And that does not
make her a murderer.

For a year, the media
and this entire city

have had a field day judging
Betty for her bad choices.

Well, now we are in a
court of law, and in here,

you're not allowed to judge
people for their choices.

In here...

you just got to make sure
that justice gets done.

Thank you.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Okay.

It's in.

What say you?

In the matter of Betty Johnson

in the Clark County
District Court,

on the count of
first-degree murder:

not guilty.

On the count of robbery:

not guilty.

On the count of petty larceny
for the wedding ring: guilty.

Well, you did admit
to stealing it.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Oh, here we go.

The Defenders. The Defenders.

There you go. Great. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Oh, for me?

Got her number. Okay. Wow!

How about that?

I thank you very much.

Thank you.

We get Black Betty
two years probation,

and we're rock stars.

What'd I tell you?

By the way, you can't call
her Black Betty anymore.

She didn't.

She... did.

Oh, my God.

She gave me Dwayne's piano.

You? What are you talking about?

You don't even play piano.

I'll learn, pal.

My case, my piano.

Hey. Your case? It was our case.

You vetoed.

I didn't even get a veto.

Besides, I came up

with the snore defense.

You? I'm the one who
told you to roll over.

It was my idea.

Step away from the
baby grand, baby.

Come on.

* You keep sending me angels *

* Here they come a-flyin' *

* He keeps sending me angels *

* Keep me from cryin' *

* He keeps sending me angels *

* Sweet and true *

* Keep sending me angels *

* Just like you. *