Trial & Error (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - The Defense Rests - full transcript

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After discovering
there was an outside chance

that Summer was the one
who killed Margaret

because she couldn't
remember the events

the night of the murder,
I only had two options...

One, I could help Larry's case

by putting his daughter
on the stand as a suspect.

Or two... I could lose his
only viable character witness

by keeping her out of it all together.

Larry found a third option.



I killed Margaret!

Ye-e-e-e-s!!

No.

- [Cork pops]
- Whoo!

[Gavel bangs]

Mr. Henderson, are you prepared

to change your plea
in front of the jury?

- Yes, I am.
- No, he's not!

- Hah! I heard it!
- You heard it.

Now, you bring in that jury
so they can hear it.

Drinks on me at the Salty Pecker.

Not top shelf... Let's not go crazy.

Good by me... I could use a stiff drink.

Your Honor, my client
is clearly not of sound mind,



and he only made this confession
to save his daughter!

It's true, because I'm the one
who killed Margaret Henderson.

- Summer!
- Summer!

What the hell is going on?

Your Honor, the people are willing

to do a two-for-one Henderson fry.

Not so fast!

I killed Margaret Henderson!

Together: Dwayne, what are you doing?

Are you [bleep] me?

Mr. Segal, I will not allow
my court to turn into a circus.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I had to get a flu shot,

and now I can only walk backwards.

It's a temporary condition known as

"Backwards Cheerleader Syndrome,"

which is a form of Dystonia.

You can find it online
and see that it's real.

Oh, shoot!

I got to get to court.

[Chuckles] Excuse me.

What's going on?

We're all claiming we
killed Margaret Henderson

in order to stick up for each other.

- You in?
- No, I'm good.

Your Honor, I beg you...
Please, give me a moment

with my client and his daughter
and my investigator.

We have three confessions...
pick one, bring in the jury,

Salty Pecker, drinks on me,
top shelf is now on the table!

- None of them did it.
- Except me! I did!

- [Door opens]
- She's lying.

Aunt Josie, what are you doing here?

I was at an undisclosed island
in the Mediterranean

spending my husband's fortune
and cruising for [bleep]

Summer did not kill Margaret,

and I have pictures that prove

she was with me partying all that night

at Jessup Farm.

Well, look at that! Summer didn't do it!

Well, then, neither did I!

Uh, ditto for me.

You can't take back
a confession! This isn't church.

It's not official because
the jury didn't hear it.

Mr. Segal's right,
although I caution you

to not waste the court's
time like this again.

We will recess until tomorrow

so you can wrap up
what's left of your case.

Thank you, Your Honor,
and I can assure you

my team will be in line moving forward.

All right, let's go.

I'm here with an anonymous source

who claims to have inside information

about the defense's
star character witness,

Summer Henderson.

In order to protect
this witness' identity,

we have distorted her voice or his.

So, thank you so much for joining us.

[Distorted] The pleasure
is all mine, Heidi.

You claim to know why the defense

has yet to call up Summer Henderson.

That is correct.

According to my sources,

there is disturbing video of her
raving at the Jessup Farm.

Wow.

That is shocking.

Thank you so much, anonymous source.

Thank you, Heidi.

Carol Anne Keane for District Attorney.

Listen, we have one day left
to put someone on the stand,

and Carol Anne
effectively just destroyed

our only character witness.

God, she is so dirty.

- Nothing is beneath her.
- You were, weren't you?

Larry, come on.

If you're looking
for a character witness,

wh-who's more credible than I am?

We are not putting you up there.

Carol Anne will rip you to shreds.

- So, what's our next move?
- Reasonable doubt...

Jeremiah did well under cross,

plus he gave the jury cigarettes,

so he's not going to help us.

And Josie's no longer a suspect.

That leaves Rutger.

We need a way to refocus the trial

on what a bad guy he is.

Like a reverse character witness.

We just need to find someone
to talk badly about Rutger.

And I think I know one person

that Carol Anne won't be able to break.

The defense would like to call
Carol Anne Keane.

[Spectators murmur]

Objection...
I'm an attorney, not a witness.

Mr. Segal is clearly
speaking out of his anus.

Your Honor, I intend to prove

the testimony given
by Rutger Hiss was inaccurate,

and Ms. Keane is the only one
who can testify to that.

I normally wouldn't allow it,
but technically, it's legal

and I've been advised by my
life coach to say yes more...

so yes.

That was scary...

but it felt right.

If Carol Anne is going
to play dirty, so am I.

Carol Anne: I make no apologies

for my tactics during this trial.

The pressure is intense,

so much so that I've
developed a tiny rash.

But I will not back down.

As a woman, I have to be 10
times the man any man would be.

I don't see her as a woman anymore.

Mitchell, less yapping, more wrapping.

Mm.

Ms. Keane, you were in a
three-year romantic relationship

with Rutger Hiss, correct?

- Reminder... You're under oath.
- And you're underfed.

Objection... I'm in the 60th
percentile for boys my height.

Sustained.

Ms. Keane, answer the question.

[Clicks tongue]

Yes.

Mr. Hiss and I were in a relationship.

Isn't it true that Rutger Hiss
kept his relationship

with Margaret Henderson
a secret from you?

Yes.

Excuse me, I don't think
people can hear you.

- Oh, no...
- Oh, no. I-I heard it.

- Oh, it's clear as day...
- Guys!

Counselor?

Yes.

So, Ms. Keane, if he had you in the dark

about his secret relationship

and the entire town
believing he was in a coma,

isn't it possible he was
keeping other secrets...

like the fact that he murdered
Margaret Henderson?!

Ms. Keane, I'll repeat the question.

Do you think...

Are you okay?

My relationship with Rutger
stirs up a lot of shame.

[Sniffles]

As a child,

I was raised to make good choices,

but as a woman,

struggling to survive in a male field,

my self-esteem has taken some blows.

The ladies here know
what I'm talking about.

[Sniffles]

[Voice breaking] After a while,

I started to believe

that I didn't deserve
any better than Rutger.

So in loving him...

I lost myself.

I see what's going on.

I... I think you should give
the jury a little more credit

than to fall for your obvious theatrics!

[Gasps]

[Gasps]

[Clears throat]

Your Honor, I have a hostile witness

who is clearly trying
to manipulate the court

- and should be ashamed of hers...
- Oh, I have shame, Mister.

[Crying] I have shame.

[Sobbing]

No further questions.

I'm sorry.

[Sniffling] Thank you.

I'm sorry, Larry.
She keeps one-upping me.

I've got to find a way
to turn the tables on her.

- Put me on the stand!
- No!

Defendants who remain silent
always appear guilty.

It's true. I think he did it.

Anne: I keep going back and forth.

It's like a roller coaster...
I'm assuming.

I can't go on roller coasters

because I have no inner ear.

Summer: You know,
I think this is a good idea...

My dad is really persuasive.

He convinced you to stay here,

even though it's probably
completely ruined your career.

You make a valid point.

My wife died. I'm wrongly accused.

Let me finally tell
my side of the story!

What other options do we have?!

Okay! But you need to let me know

if there is anything else
you haven't told me.

There isn't.

Wait... Have I told you

I was born with an extra testicle?

- Too many times.
- You mean you got four of 'em?

Before you take the stand, we're gonna

have to find you a good witness coach.

[Gasps] I know someone...
Sebastian Rappaport.

How do you know him? He's legit.

He's a behavioral psychologist.

You know, this may come as a surprise,

but I've been the subject
of a bunch of studies.

Let me see if I have his number.

Dwayne: My brother-cousin said

we only have the courtroom for an hour.

[British accent] Well, I need a year,

but I can do it in an hour.

Okay, Larry, let's start

with the vocal warm-up
that we discussed.

I didn't diabolically dispose
of my distant darling

during that dark day's dispute.

Excellent! Excellent!

Now, remember...

The jury will believe you...

if you believe you.

Read this.

"8 times 8 equals 1,000."

Liar! Try again.

- "8 times 8 equals 1,000."
- Guilty!

Daughter's an orphan.

I c... can I try?

"8 times 8 equals 1,000."

Oh, oh... yes. Did you see that?
Did you see that?

I believed that he believed it.

Young man, what is your secret?

- I carried the two in my head.
- Well, congratulations...

You could kill anybody in
this town and get away with it.

Sit down. I'm done with you.

Larry, again.

- "8 times 8"...
- Stop!

Yeah, you don't even need to finish.

I could feel that
you were willing to go there.

- [Exhales sharply] Yes.
- Now, next question...

Did you kill your wife?

- No. I absolutely...
- Stop.

Are you happy with what
your hands were doing there?

W-What were they doing?

Just telling the world that
you're a cold-blooded killer.

H-Hold on! I-I don't need
to take this abuse!

Yeah... Sebastian,
maybe back off a little.

The guy's under a lot of pressure.

He goes on the stand tomorrow.

You're right. I'm sorry.
I will back off.

In fact, I will get into
my fully loaded Toyota Avalon

with my rear-view camera,

and I will back the [bleep]
right out of here

into my mansion,
which has a swimming pool...

- [Door slams]
- ...with a diving board and a slide!

Wait! Sebastian, please
don't go. I'm really sorry.

End scene.

[Gasps]

Josh, this man's a genius.

W-What do I do with my hands?

You keep them steady

by putting the caramel over the apple.

You try.

Did you kill your wife?

I did not...

kill my wife.

That just gave me chills.
Now, finish with a smile.

Man, that caramel-over-the-apple thing

makes me think he may not have done it.

[Birds chirping]

[Spectators murmur]

[Clears throat]

Counselor, I'd like
to pass on some advice.

What is going on with you?

You're redder than normal.

I have a minor rash
due to a food allergy

not at all related
to the stress of the trial.

[Clears throat] Besides, would
you ask that question to a man?

Part of that man's neck
just flaked off in front of me.

I would advise you not to put
your client on the stand today.

It will not go well.

This verdict is inevitable,

but your reputation
is still salvageable.

Why would I believe a word you say?

You shouldn't, and that's by design.

Which way am I coming from,
Josh... which way?

I literally just saw that
rash jump on your ear.

- Call a doctor.
- Which way?

Which way?

Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson.

Can you tell me what this is?

It's a poem I wrote to Margaret
on the morning she died.

Would you mind reading it for us?

"An angel sighs, an angel flies"...

- [Sighs]
- "an ang..."

I can't finish.

Oh, I will.

You'll betray the words.

"An angel lies next to me."

Those are beautiful words.

And to anyone who finds it suspicious

that you would write her a loving poem

on the day she was killed,

can you tell me what these are?

That's the other 317 poems
I wrote to Margaret...

one for every Friday, because
that was the day we met.

Wow. You two were lucky
to have each other.

I am so sorry for your loss.

No further questions.

[Clears throat]

Mr. Henderson, would
you consider yourself

to be an honest man?

Well, of course.

And what about Harrison Weeks?

Is he an honest man?

Wha...

I'm sorry.
What was the question?

Objection. Irrelevant... There's
no one named Harrison Weeks

- involved in this case.
- Overruled.

But, Ms. Keane, I suggest
you get to your point

and some calamine lotion.

Mm.

Mr. Henderson, you claim
to be an honest man,

but in truth, your whole
life has been a lie.

Your name is not even Larry Henderson.

Your birth name is Harrison Weeks,

and you changed it after
your mother mysteriously died

when you were a boy, isn't that true?

That is true.

[Camera shutter clicking,
spectators murmuring]

I'm gonna take off.

No further questions.

[Imitates explosion]

This is definitely bigger
news than his third ball.

Eh.

Do you understand how bad it looks

for this gigantic revelation to come up

right before closing arguments?!

Well, Josh, you have to
look at things like...

Take the caramel off that apple!

I have heard the testicle story
six times.

How did this never come up?

Because it's too hard to talk about.

Plus, the testicle story is a home run.

[Sighs]

It all started with my mom's death.

I was 12 years old,

and I became depressed
and went to a dark place.

Then one day,

I imagined that I was someone
completely different,

and suddenly,
everything seemed... better.

When I turned 18,

I decided to legally
become someone else,

and that dark place
became a distant memory...

[Sighs]

...until Adelaide died.

And then Margaret.

I thought of changing
my identity again,

but what I did instead
was to create a world in my head

I can step into
when things are difficult.

Some people think
that's me being aloof,

but it's the only way
I can make it through the day.

- I... I hope this makes sense.
- It does!

And if I had known about it first,

I could have made the
jury understand it,

but Carol Anne used it
to reveal you as a liar.

She is a piece of work.

She must be really good at sex
for you to be interested in her.

Larry, come on.

Josh, I don't know about the law, but...

- do we get any do-overs?
- No.

All right, the only way to have
something struck from the record

is if it was obtained illegally.

Who else knew about this?

Well, not a soul...
The court records were sealed.

The only place the name
Harrison Weeks even exists

is on my baby pictures
I keep in my top drawer.

What are you doing?

I'm just stretching, Counselor.

Don't get any ideas.

I won't, but you're lying
in my client's bed.

Oh, my God.

There's nothing in here
but loose change,

loose joints, and a ton
of hotel toiletries.

No... They want you to take them.

- Larry, there are no pictures here.
- What?!

Carol Anne must have taken
the baby pictures

during the jury visit.
There's just no way to prove it.

- Or is there?
- Why, what have you got?

Nothing. I'm just asking a question.

Wait a minute...

Maybe there is a way to prove it.

Everything we do...

is being recorded.

Anne, you're a genius!

[Car horn honks]

Members of the jury, you are instructed

to disregard all evidence

relating to Mr. Henderson's
previous identity,

as it was obtained illegally.

[Spectators murmur]

Psst! Bad news...
I talked to that camera guy

who's always rolling his eyes at me.

Apparently, they don't have footage

of Carol Anne going
through that dresser.

I know. I totally got her.

I was bluffing.

The... The cameras
don't catch everything.

Oh, good, 'cause I... I stole
one of Larry's doobies.

Oh, it's all right.

- I grow weed in my garden.
- Guys!

Can you...

Judge Horsedich:
Ms. Keane, if you violate

the rules of evidence again,

I will hold you in contempt.

Yes. Again, Your Honor, I am so sorry.

Sometimes, being a woman
in a male field...

Do not even.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Segal, you may continue.

Actually...

the defense rests.

[Clicks tongue]

And wipe that smirk off your face.

Closing statements start tomorrow,

and you both better be professional.

This is my court.

[Crowd chanting "Larry sucks"]

The day is finally here...

Closing arguments in the
Larry Henderson murder trial.

Tensions are high as both sides

have their last chance
to appeal to the jury.

And this is my last chance

to showcase my talents
to our larger affiliates.

How you feelin', Shreveport?

You've heard testimony from many
people about Larry Henderson.

But I want you to focus
on the two people

that you didn't hear from...

his daughter...

Mnh-mnh... [Exhales sharply, giggles]

...who must suspect that
he is not the loving family man

the defense would have you to believe...

Mnh-mnh-mnh!

And his dead wife,
who knows that for a fact

because he killed her
with the same cold-blooded stare

that he wears on his face to this day!

It shook me. Mm! [Clears throat]

He keeps saying
how much he misses Margaret.

It is your duty to reunite them.

[Groans]

Thank you very much.

I just got to... Yeah.

Judge Horsedich: Counselor?

Yeah. Got it. [Sighs]

[Exhales sharply]

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

over the past several weeks,

you have witnessed

the prosecution launch a relentless,

scathing, oftentimes personal
attack against my client.

And all she could come up with

was baseless, worthless speculation.

But speculation isn't good enough!

You need facts, and the fact is

that there is nothing linking
my client to the death...

To the death...

[Scoffs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Camera shutter clicks,
spectators murmur]

I need to speak from the heart.

Over the past six months,

I have gotten to know
the real Larry Henderson.

As his lawyer and friend,

I can assure you he is no monster.

He is a victim of unspeakable tragedy.

And while the prosecution
has painted him

as cold and detached,

that's just his way
of coping with unbearable pain.

So before you judge him...

ask yourself how you would act

if everything you ever cared about...

was taken away.

Now, I know that I couldn't do
as good of a job as he has.

Larry Henderson did not kill his wife.

I know it it my heart...

and I think you do, too.

Thank you.

I love you, Josh.

It's so powerful
when you speak from the heart.

Josh: How do I feel? Fantastic.

Now all that's left is to wait
for the jury to reach a verdict.

The longer it takes, the better.

It means that I've given them
plenty of reasonable doubt,

and in a case like this,

I'm guessing it will take a few weeks,

maybe a month.

Josh! Good news!

The jury reached a verdict!

Whoo!