Jorge.
Why were the items that you are being charged with stealing
in the lower shelf of your shopping cart?
Because the rest of the cart was full.
You had paid for the remaining items
in the cart at the cash register, is that correct? Yes.
So you had no intention
of removing these other items
out of the store without paying for them?
No, I... I just forgot.
A little respect, Your Honor?
I'm examining my witness.
Respect needs to be earned in my courtroom, counselor.
You've come up short once again.
Mr. Blanco, did you enter the store
and, in fact, remove items which you did not purchase?
Yes, but... Your-Your-Your Honor, Your Honor,
you can't cross-examine my witness here.
And you do have two previous
felony grand larceny convictions?
Objection, Your Honor! Don't answer that, Jorge.
The witness will answer the question. No, he won't.
Jorge, do not answer that question.
May I approach, Your Honor?
Quickly.
Your Honor, you cannot cross-examine my witness.
I can ask any questions I want.
Don't be stupid. This is my courtroom.
Stow it, Nicholson!
Your responsibility is to be an objective trier
of the law, not to do this clown's job for him.
Easy, Morelli. Deep breaths.
Have you ever heard of judicial economy?
I mean, what's next? Somebody steals a pack of gum
and we have a two-week trial over it?
Make a deal and stop wasting my time.
I am sorry that you're going to miss your golf game
this afternoon, but it just so happens
that my client is innocent, Your Honor.
That will be $125, Mr. Morelli.
You are in contempt of court.
Watch the sarcasm.
What sarcasm?
Bet 100 bucks you had to cancel a tee time today.
$250. Now.
Now.
Either you produce the fine, or I will have the bailiffs
put you in handcuffs and escort you to jail right now.
Who carries that kind of cash?
$100...
$200...
$20... $30.
Oh, he's short. Julie.
Uh... hey, hey, can you... can you spot me $20?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know what? All I got is gift cards.
Coffee store, bookstore, players card.
I don't even gamble.
Any-any-anybody spot me a 20?
I'm good for it!
What do you mean, he crossed your witness?
He held me in contempt!
I had to borrow $20 to stay out of jail.
I swear I'm going to haul him
in front of a judiciary committee,
and I am going to have his ass thrown off the bench!
Just take it easy, all right? Take it easy.
Tell me about your dinner last night with Linda.
How'd it go? Did it go good?
Yeah, yeah, no, it was good.
Yeah, actually, it was really nice. Nice dinner.
Good. What, a little... little pasta?
Pasta. Little salad?
Yeah. A little side of, uh...
♪ Bow, chicka, waka, uh, uh, uh! ♪
Taking the Fifth on that one.
You're taking the Fifth? Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Nicky, Nicky, that...
that means that you sealed the deal! You did it.
He's back from the dead, ladies and gentlemen!
Cripes, I gotta call her.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, now, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What? Why? What for?
Well, to tell her I had a great time,
and that kind of stuff.
Oh, that's so sad.
What? It's not your fault.
You've been out of the game so long.
No.
What kind of jackass doesn't call?
Look, Nick,
you gotta keep the mystery going, okay?
You gotta play it cool. Play it cool, my ass.
I'm taking dating advice from a guy
whose last date was with a stripper
he took to Cirque du Soleil?
She learned some nifty moves from them.
Oh, come on. "Play it cool."
I'm not 14. Okay. Okay, Nick.
Listen, I will allow you to call her back,
but if she doesn't pick up, Nick, please,
please, please, don't leave a message.
What? I'm d...
Hey! That's my car! Wait a minute!
Come on!
Oh, son of a...
Not your day, Morelli.
Hey, Fierro, give me a ride, will you?
Help a brother out.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
I hope you don't mind riding with The Sarge back there.
Ah, he's great. The tongue on him.
He's drooling all over me.
Oh, calm down.
Calm down? I hate dogs.
How can you hate dogs?
I'm allergic.
You are not allergic.
Emotionally, I am.
Good boy. Good boy.
Easy, dog. Easy. Good dog. Good dog.
You know, they can smell the fear.
Okay... I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid of you.
Once I pull him over,
it's all you, Morelli. I can't have anything to do with this.
Thanks, Sarge. I'll take it from here. What's he doing?
MAN All units, officer in pursuit of a vehicle.
Westbound on Charleston.
10-4. We're en route from Fremont.
Sorry, ladies, gotta take a detour.
Hey, wait a minute. What about my car?
Hang on, boys.
FEMALE OFFICER Driver, step out of the vehicle.
Keep your hands in the air.
Step out of the vehicle!
Do not look at me! Do not face me!
On your knees.
Face down.
Search!
Fierro here. I'm looking for a warrant.
No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, Fierro. Don't even think
about searching that vehicle. Fierro, you do not
have sufficient PC to make a narc search.
You're going to need a judge's order. I recommend...
Judge Taylor says hi. And that's the last time I do you a favor.
There's been a mistake.
Don't say a word.
Who are you?
We're your lawyers.
♪ The Defenders 1x14 ♪ Nevada v. Doug the Mule Original Air Date on February 11, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman == == www.addic7ed.com ==
I swear, I had no idea there were drugs in that car, okay?
There's been a mistake. You have to believe me.
Yeah, but then, why would you spend your time
leading the cops on that high-speed chase back there?
I-I ran a light, okay?
And-and I... I freaked. I-I don't know--
I thought they'd assume the car was stolen.
Why would they assume that, Doug? Did you steal the van?
No, I didn't steal the van. I...
It belonged to this girl that I met down in Ensenada.
All right? I was there on break, and we kind of had a thing.
Oh, God, you-you... someone's got to call my dad and tell him
there's been a misunderstanding. Please, uh, any of you.
I don't care-- one of you... We'll take care of that.
You gotta just calm down.
Calm down, will you? I'm trying.
This girl got a name?
Uh... Mia. Yes.
Mia Randall.
She American? Yeah, yeah.
She... she's a senior at UNLV.
Doug, did... did Mia ask you to drive her car back here?
Okay, look, I know this sounds sketchy, but it's not like that.
All right? Mia... Mia has this ex,
and-and-and he was there, and-and, you know,
he... she was afraid that he'd follow her
on the way home, so she took a plane
and asked me if I could... Drive her car back here.
Yes. Fine. Yes. She asked me
to driver her car back, and I did,
but she didn't pack it full of drugs.
She lied to you, Doug.
Either that, or you're lying to us.
Wait, uh....
You guys took my phone before I came in here, right?
Yeah, we got your phone.
Look at the last video, uh, uh,
before-before I got put in here.
There.
That one. Yeah, right there.
Mm! That was fun.
Just thinking about what we just did.
Okay. Uh-uh.
Thinking about what's coming next.
Ooh. What's next?
So many things could be next.
She wouldn't do that to me.
She wouldn't do that to him.
She is way too hot for him.
Probably right.
Probably? Girls that hot don't go
for anyone less than an eight.
What are you talking about?
How about a guy with charm and humor?
A little girth. That's what they want in their life.
What's this?
Valentines.
Oh. Valentine...
Nick? How'd your date with Linda go?
Fine.
Yay!
Yeah, but now he wants to call her.
So what? Oh... Um...
Look, I don't want any dating advice from either of you.
You'd probably have me to e-mail her.
No. E-mail is way too impersonal, Nick.
You need to text her.
But only after you Facebook stalk.
Listen to her.
You know, see if she commented on the date,
or if there's pictures of her with other guys, making out.
All right, that's enough.
That's enough. I find it highly inappropriate
that my employees are digging into my sex life.
Sex?!
As in, you got it on!
Scram!
A Detective Fierro is on the line.
He wants to interrogate Doug.
Yeah. I'm on my way. Don't be stupid.
LINDA Linda here, you know what to do.
Hello, Linda.
Uh, this is Nick.
I know it's kind of old-fashioned,
me calling, but, uh, well, I'm a little....
ELECTRONIC VOICE: If you're satisfied with your message,
press one. To re-record, press two.
Hello, Linda.
This is Nick Morelli.
I just wanted to tell you
that I had such a great time last night--
I really did-- and, um...
I was thinking that maybe if you want to do it again...
Well, I mean, not "it."
When I say "it," I don't mean...
You know, "it." I mean, you know...
ELECTRONIC VOICE: Message sent.
Goodbye.
Damn it!
Uh, Doug's dad is here.
All right, bring him in.
The amount of cocaine that was found
was pretty substantial, Mr. Christensen.
It was 30 bricks.
That carries a minimum of ten years,
uh, lifetime maximum.
Doug couldn't have known that stuff was in that car.
I mean, my son is not a drug dealer.
Has he ever gotten into any trouble before?
Drug use, juvie records?
No. He doesn't even drink.
He-He-He works two jobs.
He studies on the weekends.
Ever since his mom died, when he was 14,
he's just been this little man, you know?
So responsible.
Good, that's good.
Well, maybe we can convince the jury
that a clean-cut kid was conned.
Conned?
Well, we think a woman tricked him.
She made him fall in love with her,
and then asked him to drive her car back from Mexico.
All we know about her is that she was American.
And he met her in Ensenada?
Yeah.
Why?
Did he ever mention this woman to you?
No, no, no. It-It's just...
Y-You can't let my son go to jail for this.
Well, we'll try to do everything we can to prevent that.
We'll do our best.
This girl that asked you to do this, this...
Mia Randall-- she goes to your same school?
Uh, yeah, but we-we had never met.
So you agreed to drive a vehicle
for a woman that you'd never met?
Hey, watch the tone.
I-I mean, I knew her.
We'd spent, like, a week together.
You do any drugs with her, Mr. Christensen?
My client's gonna refrain from answering that at this time.
Doug, it's okay. You're doing fine.
You knew what was in that car, didn't you? I'm warning you.
If you don't come clean, we can't help you with the state.
Okay, that's it, we're out of here.
Come on, Doug.
Doug.
Hey, Doug, you okay?
I'm such an idiot. Doug?
I knew something was wrong. I need a moment with my client.
I knew it, I knew it,
but I did it anyway. Such an idiot!
Doug, shut up, stop talking. Your client is giving
information freely. I knew...
Doug, Doug, shut... Stop intervening!
Doug, Doug!
Go get a medic! Doug!
Doug! Doug!
Get a medic in here now!
You said you didn't know there were drugs in the car.
I didn't know.
Your toxicology report said you had
enough blow in your system to light up the Strip.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
For lying to us or swallowing a big bag of cocaine?
That bag was in your stomach for eight hours,
leaking.
You could have died, man.
You got to be straight with us, Doug.
Because right now, we are the only thing
standing between you and a life full of prison showers.
Okay.
I met Mia and... she was beautiful.
You know, she wanted to party.
We were in the car, and we were, we were listening to music,
and we were drinking and she was kissing me,
and then, before you know it, she pulled out a bag of coke.
All right, I don't even do that stuff,
I swear.
But for the first time in my life,
I had a chance with,
with a girl who was way out of my league.
So, yes, I did some coke down in Mexico.
And then I think she threw it in the glove box; I don't know.
It was the last thing on my mind at the time.
On the drive back, I found the bag.
And I know I should've thrown it out, but I didn't.
I wasn't thinking.
I didn't even realize I ran the light
until the cop pulled up behind me.
And at that point, I knew I couldn't get away.
I freaked.
I swallowed the bag.
No one's gonna buy that you didn't know about the kilos
in the trunk but you knew about the eight ball
in your glove compartment.
It's gonna put a big dent in your credibility.
Yeah, but you need to prove that Mia's ex
was the one who set me up. He...
What, he wanted to get back at you so he planted
three million dollars worth of merchandise in your car?
It didn't happen, Doug.
Mia conned you into this.
Oh, God.
I'm going to prison, aren't I?
Hi, Linda, it's me. Again.
Yeah, I know it might have seemed a little strange,
the message I left before, but your phone cut me off
right in mid-sentence.
And I...
What I really wanted to say to you was...
ELECTRONIC VOICE: Message sent.
Good-bye.
What are you doing?
You called her, didn't you?
Maybe. Maybe.
Yeah, I left her a message, or two.
Okay? Two messages.
Nicky. Oh, come on, this is complicated.
Don't call her, call her, texting, Facebook, intersect.
And then she doesn't call back?
What's that about, Pete?
You just gave her all the power.
I don't want to hear about that.
Just tell me what's going on.
What do you got? More bad news.
All right, here we go. Turns out the van was stolen.
The only prints found on it were Doug's.
And surprise, surprise: Mia is not a UNLV student.
Matter of fact, there is actually no record
of a Mia Randall anywhere.
Which means you and me, buddy, we got no defense.
Well... she's a pro for sure, Pete.
I think we got to call Tony on this one.
Velasco?
You sure he'll pull himself away from the poker tables?
Did a lot of work in Mexico as a DEA, and he owes me one.
Let's give him a shot, what the hell.
Oh, great.
Porterhouse, medium-rare, baked potato loaded,
side of lasagna and the flan.
Oh, thanks, Johnny.
You planning on feeding a school of orphans?
I'm tense! I eat when I'm tense!
Move.
Thank you, Johnny.
Pete'll pick it up.
$92.87. Cash or charge?
Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Nick, hold on a second!
Hey, don't be cheap! Leave a tip!
Yo. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
You owe five months at 2K.
That's ten large plus interest.
Yeah, well, you still owe me 300 from the Super Bowl!
Damn!
Damn, Pete.
Hey, you can't just be sneaking up on people like that.
Man, how'd you find me?
I, uh, called your mother.
I'm starting to regret it now, too.
Sorry about that, bro.
It's just that, you know, people get real pissed
when you're taking their stuff, you know.
What are you, a repo guy now?
Repo dude, like, uh, Repo Suave?
Hey...
You want another wrist lock?
Huh?
Joking, man.
Joking.
Come on.
Listen, I, uh, I got this case.
Kid goes down to Ensenada, meets a girl, falls in love,
drives her car back to Vegas...
Let me guess.
Uh, car was full of powder?
You see a lot of those cases as a DEA?
You kidding? More than I can count.
Any way I can get access to those files?
Look, man, I'm in enough trouble already, okay?
Yeah, I'm the one who got you off, remember?
You're a free man now.
Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way.
Besides, I can't just lift every mule case out of Baja.
Unless you can get me more intel on this chick--
like, I'm talking something specific--
there ain't much I can do, okay?
Hey!
Hey, that's my car!
What the hell are you doing?! Oh, come on!
It's my mother's 85th birthday.
I have a car.
It's possession, Your Honor. The defendant had
a significant amount of cocaine in his system.
Let me get this straight.
You want a second felony count for what the kid ate?
The medical examiner will testify
that acute cocaine toxicity would indicate
the ingestion of a four-gram bag.
That's a class-D felony.
You Honor, whatever was in my client's system was digested.
It can't be weighed.
Mr. Ward here can't prove that he ate four grams.
I mean, what if it was less than four?
Then it's a class-E felony.
Are you willing to accept a class E?
No, Your Honor. Because the discovery
was made without a warrant,
I think this whole thing should be tossed out.
There's a Fourth Amendment issue here, counsel?
Yes. The police interviewed
my client's doctor without a warrant.
Oh, please, Counselor.
Your Honor, there was probable cause.
My client collapsed during questioning.
It could have been stress.
It could have been a thousand other sicknesses.
I'll allow the additional charge--
class-E felony, simple possession.
Possession carries probation.
It's hardly worth the court's time. Mr. Ward,
you asked for the charge, not me.
That's very good.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Permission to approach the bench?
Yes.
Your Honor, my key witness is still in Mexico,
and I'm gonna need two days to get her on the stand.
Fine, I will extend, but you better produce that witness,
or you will pay me at trial.
Are we clear?
That is clear.
Thank you, Your Honor.
You can go.
MR. CHRISTENSEN: Uh, wh-what happened?
Just, uh, give us a moment.
Nick, are you nuts?
We're never gonna find Mia in two days.
Things takes forever down there.
You ever try to order a Margarita without salt?
It takes an hour! You got a better plan?
Yes. She's a pro.
We find other perps that she's conned, prove a pattern.
Okay, that's great. You do that.
But it still doesn't prove that Doug was set up.
We need Mia, on the stand, in front of a jury.
All right, I'll call you when I got something. All right.
Mr. Morelli? Yes.
Uh, I heard you were saying something about that girl.
Yeah. We need to find her.
I, uh... I think I can help.
She's a prostitute.
I hired her for Doug.
Yu-You hired her?
I-I... I don't understand, Dad. Why?
All right, Doug...
Doug, I know this is hard for you to hear,
but we need to know exactly how your father went about this.
I called Doug's hotel, Playa Azul,
and I asked the concierge
to make sure Doug had a good time.
I told him
Doug was young, somewhat...
inexperienced, and that the girl
shouldn't let on that she was hired.
I am so sorry.
I'm about to spend
the rest of my life in prison, and you're sorry?
I've been trying to fix it, ever since the arrest.
I've been trying to contact the concierge,
but the man won't talk to me.
Sir, he's probably in on it.
Why, Dad?
Why?
After your mother died...
...you had to step up, and I'm grateful,
but I just...
I... I just wished
things could be different for you.
I just...
I wanted you to have fun.
Yeah, well, you know what, Dad?
It's been fun.
It's been awesome.
Thank you.
He could have gone to any college he wanted to,
but he stayed here.
In Vegas.
He stayed for me.
Look, man, I know you got to feel terrible.
Look, look, no offense, Lisa, but...
you actually have no idea.
I mean, I'm about to go to prison.
Me.
My dad's a jerk.
The only relationship I've ever had, I just found out was fake.
And I'm still the undatable loser I've always been.
I'd date you.
Thank you.
What?! I'm not cougaring.
I'm just saying, if he was, like, four years older, I would.
Really? Yeah.
You know what's funny? I...
Even when I realized that she'd duped me,
you know, into taking the drugs, I-I thought to myself...
...maybe it was still real.
You know, maybe she felt it, too.
Hey, this woman is a con artist.
Honestly, you never stood a chance.
And that's not on you.
One day, you're gonna find a girl
that really digs you, you know?
Where am I gonna find her?
In prison?
All right, tell me you got something.
Thanks to Doug's dad, we do.
Tony and I have been doing some digging.
Found these three guys, all arrested last year,
two in California,
one in Texas.
All three went on vacation down in Ensenada.
Told their concierge they were looking
to pay for a little company, fell in love.
Bam, next thing you know,
they're getting busted for trying to smuggle
a car full of cocaine across the border.
Look at 'em. Yeah.
A little vulnerable, a little lonely.
Concierge must have seen them and decided
that instead of calling a hooker,
he'd call your girl Mia.
Probably gets himself a little kickback from the cartel.
Yeah, then Mia gets these poor lonely suckers
to do whatever she wants.
Exactly. So I funneled this info back to the DEA,
and turns out they've been looking for her, too.
And let me tell you, woman's got skills.
Changes her name about once a month,
changes her location, but now,
thanks to Doug's dad, we actually know where she is.
Even better, we know how to find her.
All we gotta do is get down to the Hotel Playa,
go up to the concierge,
describe the kind of guy who fits Mia's marks,
and boom, that's it.
Get her up to a room, isolate her,
and hello deportation. We're gonna need
a little help getting her out of Mexico.
Already spoke to my connection with the Federales.
Good to go.
I talked to the U.S. Attorney's Office,
got Bukant to agree that if we deliver Mia,
he'll let her testify on Doug's behalf and grant her immunity.
And the best part is...
One of you is gonna have to do a little acting
and pose as her john.
I still don't understand why
you couldn't be the guy. You're good with girls.
Because you the fit the description a little better.
That's it.
What are you saying?
I look like a lonely, shlubby loser?
Is that what you're saying? Is that the deal?
No, Nick, not at all.
In fact, you're looking good these days.
You been working out, I can tell.
You're bigger up top, tighter in the middle,
you got that V thing going. Oh, shut up. Shut up!
Hey, and that yoga's paying off, too.
Your butt looks very firm.
Get off me!
Hola, chicas.
♪ ♪
See what you're doing there, Nick?
You're giving her all the power.
Checking your phone, making sure you got service.
"Did she call? Didn't she call?" Shut up.
Okay, guys, guys, we're all set now, okay?
I need you by the pool in an hour,
Okay. wearing this.
This? It's not bad enough
you guys got me looking like a piña colada?
She's got to I.D. you, Nick.
All right.
Okay, and then bring her up to the room at 7:00 sharp.
I got it, I got it.
You clowns better be there when I'm there.
Oh, we'll be there.
And Nicolito, no sexo, por favor.
Get out of here!
Jerks.
Oh, my...
Hi. Excuse me?
I-I'm usually not that aggressive,
but ever since the divorce
I have a new philosophy.
Aw, crap.
"Go for it."
Got it.
And I saw you, and I went for it.
I like a man with a hat.
Thank you.
You're a very nice girl...
I sense a "but" coming here.
Judy?
Judy Baker? From Flint?
Yes. It's me, Roger!
Remember? I'm not sure.
Let me buy you a drink
to refresh your memory. Oh!
Go for it! Okay.
Thank you.
Wait-wait-wait.
Oh.
Oh, thank you.
♪ ♪
You're Spanish! You remembered!
Look at that! Oh, it's coming back.
I knew it.
Hi. Hello.
So, it's crowded, huh?
Well, you know... now it is.
Hi. I'm Mia. I'm Nick.
Nice to meet you.
Oh! Jinx!
You owe me a Coke. Oh, well, how about I share it with you?
We'll split a Coke. Perfect.
Sí, señor.
No comprende.
Ooh... that sounds dirty.
Hey, Bukant, we got her.
Well, my boss gets back from his tennis lesson
and we're ready to go. What?
Federal procedure-- he's gotta sign the document,
then I send it back to you, then you sign it.
This just...
this feels so right.
Doesn't it? It does!
Well, you know...
You want to go back to my, uh... room?
Well, this is it.
So...
Would you, uh, would you like a drink?
Shh...
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
God, where have you been
all my life?
Well, I've, uh...
I started in Chicago,
and then I moved to Vegas... Uh-huh.
Why don't we make ourselves a little more comfortable?
Yeah?
I'm comfortable. What...
Wow.
♪ ♪
Uh, one question. Uh-huh?
Uh, uh, let's just say...
you go out with a guy and you're having a good time...
Uh-huh?
...and, uh, you know, you, uh, seal the deal...
Ooh!
Let's do that.
I like sealing the deal.
But-but...
the next day...
do you call?
Forget about her, Nicky.
I'm here now.
Wow.
All right, it's all approved on this end.
♪ ♪
Oh, no, no, let me do that, let me do that.
I like to...
do things myself.
Well, you know what, Nicky?
You can keep your shirt on for this.
Okay.
Jig is up, Mia.
You are now in Federal custody.
♪ ♪
Sorry, Nick.
Oh.
Hey Ward, got some news for yah.
Nice tan, boys. Heard about your little Aztec adventure.
Yeah, well, if Mia gets on the stand,
it's game-over for you, my friend.
I suggest you give us two years, plus five years probation.
Oh, please-- you two, I could smell your bluff
from a mile away.
No plea, no way.
And I hope you two had fun in the sun,
because this is about to get painful.
After you.
Oh, I'm sorry, shorty,
um...
adults only.
Oh, you can do better than that.
Can you say your name for the record, please?
Ashley Taylor. Is that what Doug Christensen knew you as?
No. He knew me as Mia Randall.
Did you, while residing in Mexico, arrange to have drugs
transported into the United States?
Yes.
How? I was asked
to target a certain kind of guy-- you know,
the-the type that doesn't really get talked to at parties.
And how did you meet these men?
They would come to town looking for a girl.
I made myself available, and then I asked them
to drive a car back to the States.
Is that what happened with Doug?
Yes. I was told that his dad
wanted to hire someone to show his kid a good time.
I felt bad for him, really, because he didn't
come to Baja looking for trouble--
he was just this...
sweet kid.
Your Honor, I would like to show defense exhibits B, C and D,
which have already been entered into evidence.
Miss Taylor, do you recognize these individuals?
Yes, those were three other men I met.
And were you aware
that these innocent men were arrested for trafficking
because of what you did?
Yeah. My boss told me about it.
He told you... to convince these men to drive,
but they did not know that there were drugs in the car, did they?
Not until they got busted, no.
Did Doug know?
He had no idea.
Thank you. Nothing further.
Miss Taylor, you get paid to lie-- is that accurate?
I guess. Sure.
So, as a professional liar, how do we know you're not lying now?
Well, I'm not getting paid now.
But you are, aren't you?
You've been, um, granted immunity from prosecution
in exchange for this testimony, is that not correct?
Yes. So that's
payment, Miss Taylor.
Or is it Miss Randall? Objection.
Your testimony has value
miss, only if it helps the defense.
If it does not, the defense could not have convinced this court
to grant you immunity.
You'll be worthless.
Just a... a lying hooker.
Objection!
She is what she is, Judge.
Sustained. Mr. Ward,
watch the language.
My apologies, Your Honor.
I... certainly didn't mean to hurt her feelings.
Nothing further.
Oh, man, poor kid's life is over before it even started.
I don't know. Closing could save us.
Have you talked to him yet?
20 minutes ago. He had nothing.
I am not going in there again.
Linda.
Zoey, don't. Please don't do it.
Don't do it, don't do it.
This is going to suck.
Nick? What?
Well, I... Spit it!
I know I'm under strict instruction to never, ever
interrupt you when you're writing your closing, but...
oh, you are writing it.
No. I haven't come up with a close yet.
Linda called.
She did? Yes.
There was an injured bear at a retreat up in Red Rocks.
An injured bear. Mm-hmm.
And she had to get over there,
and there was no cell service.
Ah!
And she just got your nine messages now
and wants to know which one she should listen to.
Does... Does that mean she hasn't heard any yet?
Well, I think... Is she being sarcastic?
No. Wh-what did she sound like?
Did she sound like she was hurt, or what...
She sounded like a woman who just got nine messages.
What were you thinking?
I don't know.
I don't know, Zoey.
I wasn't thinking.
That's the problem.
I got the close.
Nice. Thank you.
Go.
Is it working? You writing?
Is he writing? Yeah.
The defense wants you to believe
that Doug had nothing to do with any of this.
But that's exactly what every single drug mule alleges.
Come on.
They found drugs in Doug's car.
They found drugs in Doug's stomach.
And Doug admitted, on tape,
that he knew something was wrong,
but that he did it anyway.
Ladies and gentlemen,
if it walks like a mule and talks like a mule...
Well, you have to decide.
Good morning.
You know, I went to college in Southern Illinois,
and just before winter break,
I met this girl.
We were at a party. We were so happy
that the semester was over,
and, uh, we got to talking.
And she, turns out,
she was from Chicago, too, just like me.
Now, she was from the North Side and I was from the South Side,
but I was willing to overlook that,
because she was just so damn pretty.
So when I tell her I'm driving home for the holidays,
she says, "Can you give me a lift?"
Can I give her a lift?
Of course I can give her a lift.
So, two days later,
we're driving north to Chicago.
It's a six-hour drive.
Huge snowstorm.
We're on the road forever.
And I gotta tell you,
we had a great time.
But here's the thing.
I didn't live in Chicago anymore.
My parents had moved to Evansville when I was 16.
That's like, I don't know,
about 50 miles from college, right?
Yeah. You're right.
I drove ten hours out of my way...
...just to get to know a girl.
I don't know.
You do stupid things when you're a kid, right?
You see, those weird chemicals that are released
when you fall in love,
they shut off a section of your brain
that gives you the ability to reason.
I mean, love literally makes a fool out of us.
Hey, happened to me this week.
I left nine different messages for a girl.
And on the last message, I sang...
"Who's that Lady?"
What a fool.
In order to send Doug to prison,
the state must prove
that Doug had intent to traffic those drugs.
But all they proved was that Doug
was trying to please a girl.
Yeah, he knew something was off.
Just like I knew something was off,
driving 600 miles in a snowstorm.
But I did it for the same reason he did.
Now, Doug did not know
that that car was packed with drugs.
He might have been a fool to fall for it,
but ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
that is all he did.
He fell in love.
Thank you.
Mr. Foreman? Do you have a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
Case 94K-769900,
in the matter of Doug Christensen,
on count one, simple possession of a controlled substance
without an intent to sell, a class-E felony...
guilty.
Wait.
On count two, trafficking, possession
with intent to sell, a class-A felony...
not guilty.
Your Honor, since a class E for ingesting drugs
requires probation, we ask that bail
be continued until sentencing.
So ordered.
You're a lucky man, Mr. Christensen.
Stay out of trouble for the next month,
and you get a second chance.
All right. You're free.
Thank you.
I-I... I can't even begin to tell you...
Thank you.
You're welcome.
How the hell did you get the Federales
to cooperate in the first place?
Just pretended I was still DEA.
Oh! I didn't hear that. I didn't hear it.
What? I do something wrong?
You never mind that.
Tony, you are a terrific investigator.
Yes, you are. Cheers, my friend.
So, you, uh, back in business now, or what?
Hey, as long as you pay, I'm back.
And if you don't, I'll just, uh...
take Nick's Caddy.
Oh, yeah. In your dreams, Repo Man.
In your dreams.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh!
You cannot answer that, okay?
You gotta play hard to get.
You gotta act like you lost interest.
No kidding.
What, now he knows?
Great. Give it to me.
Ah, ah, ah, ow, ow, ow!
Give it to me. I'll take it.
Hello, Linda?
Hi.
I am... I am so sorry
about leaving all those messages.
No, it was just that...
I thought it was so weird. You know, there was
this bear that was being chased by these cougars and,
you know, by the time I got there...
Oh... Oh.
Oh, no kidding.
So, he's doing all right, then?
But it was still this just whole big thing.
Can you just hold on for one quick second?
I'm so sorry.
Judge, how did you get my cell phone?
Yes, it does matter.
I hope you're calling to give me my $250 back.
All right.
I'll be right there.
Don't say a word.
Linda, I am so sorry.
"Linda?" Linda?
"Linda?"
Where are you going?
I understand my client invoked his right to an attorney?
Evening, Morelli.
Evening, Judge.
Good you're here.
As you can see, I've been arrested.
Mm-hmm.
And I have reason to believe I'll soon be charged
with 30 to 40 counts
felony possession of a controlled substance,
engaging in prostitution... oh, and, uh...
there'll probably be a weapons charge, as well.
We should be able to get that dismissed.
Well, you've had a very busy night tonight, Judge.
Just keep your mouth shut.
Only talk to me.
What...
Easy with the lady there, boys.
Let's both pray to God she doesn't die.
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