Fellas, fellas.
Good morning.
Hey.
So, how was the, uh, birthday thing?
Exhausting. Thanks for asking, though.
So, you're not even gonna make eye contact with me?
Is that what's going on?
I'm working.
It's what we're paid to do, right?
All right. So, you're still pissed.
Oh, my God.
Terry, the center of the world
doesn't go through you, all right?
Can we just try and close a couple cases here, please?
We really should be looking at Paul Barnes, hard.
Agreed. Okay. Molk, Navarro?
- Yo. - Let's do this.
All right. Let's hit this scenario.
Barnes had access to the murder weapon.
Mm-hmm. Check. Check.
Before and after it killed Normandy,
which... which matters.
He had total access to Alicia's house
until Andrew Lippman pushed him out.
And then Normandy kept him out.
Which is sad. I mean, the poor girl,
all these guys in her life, trying to take charge of her.
Okay, all right. She's not the victim here.
Right, she's not the murder victim. I didn't say she was...
So, we're thinking Barnes hired Billy
to get rid of Normandy with Lippman's gun?
- Uh-huh. - Nice and tidy.
- Okay. - Two for one.
And we don't even need this charge to stick, right?
We just need to build a permanent firewall
between Lippman and Alicia.
Make Daddy her hero again.
Where was Barnes when Billy got dead?
Hospital, making sure everyone saw he was there.
Yeah, but according to the timeline,
we established that he could have snuck out.
So, where does that leave us?
A lot of motive but zero evidence...
the same problem we've had with every other suspect
in this goddamn case.
I mean, can you at least tie Paul Barnes to the 911 call?
Keefer confirmed that a call came through
a deaf relay service.
Yeah, so it lets you type your message,
eliminating voice recognition.
But because of privacy laws, we can't track it.
Naturally.
And "shots fired" could have come straight from Paul Barnes.
He could have SWAT'd Alicia's house
to make sure the murder weapon was logged and found
but knowing that it was registered to Lippman.
Okay. Well, until your psychic talents are admissible in court,
go find some actual evidence we can use.
Yes, sir.
Easy for me to say. I know.
I'm just frustrated.
We all are, sir.
We got the wrong guy.
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The State recalls Skylar Jennings.
Your Honor, I move to exclude this witness's testimony.
The girl should be in rehab, not on the witness stand,
after her performance last week in this courtroom
where she was clearly under the influence of narcotics.
Denied. Sit down, Mr. Arkin.
You'll get your turn on cross-examination.
Came straight from her 12-step meeting.
Good for her.
Skylar, where were you standing
when you witnessed the accident?
I was on top of the warehouse roof
at the corner of 7th and Parr.
Were you alone?
Yes, I was.
What were you doing on a roof in an industrial area
at 11:00 at night by yourself?
I was tagging up a billboard.
What does that mean? I was spray-painting.
I'm a graffiti artist.
All right.
Why did you look down at the street?
I heard a car, and I just wanted to make sure it wasn't cops.
What did you see?
A gold car barreling down the street,
and there was a lady already out in the crosswalk.
I didn't even have time to yell
before the car hit her and she went flying.
Did you hear brakes being applied?
Not until after scream and that thump
I can't forget.
Then he stomped on the brakes.
Yeah, I mean, I can smell the rubber.
- So, it was first the scream... - Mm-hmm.
...then the impact, then the brakes.
That's the sequence you remember, Skylar?
Exactly. Did you call 911?
I know I should have, but I didn't.
Why not?
I didn't want to get in trouble.
You're a heroin addict, aren't you, Skylar?
In fact, weren't you high on heroin
when you collapsed in this courtroom last week?
Yes. And I'm sorry about that.
I was nervous.
Now, you've been arrested on numerous occasions
for possession of narcotics, haven't you?
Yes.
Right, and the last time was 15 days after the accident
that you claim you saw.
I know what I saw.
But till you were arrested, again, you didn't tell anybody
that you had witnessed a terrible accident,
a fatal accident, did you? No.
You've been promised favorable treatment
on your drug charges in exchange for
your testimony here today, haven't you?
Sure, but that doesn't change the facts.
Uh, the fact that you're only here to help yourself?
No more questions for Ms. Jennings.
Don't gloat.
There are eyes on you.
Hey, Kat.
Can I come in?
I don't know what else I can tell you about Paul.
I mean, you met him. He's a big personality.
Hmm. I didn't see that.
Well, maybe not when he's talking to you.
But he gets what he wants.
Like cutting you off from Alicia?
I was a crazy mess with drugs and the booze.
He was right. I wasn't good for her.
I'd come home from the road,
and it was like I was the party crasher, you know?
I remember this one time... Ally must have been about 5,
and I was trying to make up with Paul for something I had done.
I don't even know what.
And she came running over and kicked me and said,
"Go get your own daddy."
Daddy's little girl?
All the way.
Even when she got older?
Oh, they were their own tight club by then.
I was never a member.
Maybe I didn't try very hard,
but it was always them against everybody else.
Until she got older and found new daddies of her own, right?
What do you mean?
Well, Andrew Lippman, Normandy Parker...
She definitely picks older men, right?
No. No, they pick her.
They like that she needs someone to protect her.
I couldn't do it.
I was too twisted on chemicals all the time.
I mean, but that's a choice, right?
I mean, nobody forced anything down my throat
or up my nose or in my arm.
I should have never said anything to him.
- To who? - Paul.
Paul is not the forgiving type.
He didn't want a sick thing like me around our girl anymore.
Well, what did you say to him?
I got this crazy idea that there was...
something wrong between him and Ally,
that they were...
too close, you know?
That's how disgusting I was.
Shame on me.
There was no way back from that.
Did you see something?
Not really.
I-I don't... I just...
Sometimes, I'd think I heard them in her room.
Sometimes, it was the way they looked at each other.
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
Uh, can I finish my tea at least?
It's cold.
I should have never answered the door.
I knew it. I knew it!
I knew it.
It's okay.
Kat, this is off the record, okay?
We're just having a conversation.
Then let's pretend we didn't have it.
Okay?
So, you went back to see her by yourself?
Yeah, just wanted to get more background.
I mean, she obviously wasn't gonna talk
in front of you, so...
Please tell me you recorded it.
- No. - Hildy...
Terry, it was just a conversation.
Come on. What did she say?
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
She thinks that Paul molested Alicia.
That's why he cut off contact between her and Kat.
So, sexual jealousy is clearly a whole new motive for us.
So, that got Normandy out of the way.
Mm-hmm.
Stuck it on Lippman.
Wipe out the entire competition.
Why would Kat leave her daughter alone
with that man with that in her head?
Because he made her think it was only in her head.
You know, she was just the drug-crazed bitch.
Slick.
These girls are so vulnerable.
They're like children in women's bodies.
I have no idea how I'm gonna protect Louise
from this kind of stuff.
I'm... I'm terrified for her to grow up.
Well, it's not like either of you two have much of a choice.
The real monsters aren't under the bed.
They're in them.
Not all men are monsters.
Talk to me if you ever have a daughter, all right?
Okay, well, what do you want to do?
Catch the son of a bitch.
Case Detective Ron Bestul.
I'm a collision reconstructionist
with the San Francisco Police Department.
The physical evidence recovered from the roadway
indicates that the point of impact happened
inside the crosswalk, approximately 11.5 feet
from the south curb of Parr Street.
Would Graciela have been visible to an oncoming car?
The line of sight was completely unobstructed
from curb to curb. Yes, ma'am.
Where do the skid marks begin?
After the point of impact.
The defendant did not react in time
to brake at all before hitting the victim.
What is the accepted standard for reaction time
to avoid a collision?
For a sober driver, not distracted
by outside influences, 1.5 to 2.0 seconds.
Were you able to determine how much time elapsed
between the point of impact that killed Graciela
and the start of the BMW's skid marks?
Yes. 3.0 to 3.8 seconds.
Almost double.
That's correct.
Did you personally visit the scene of the accident?
Yes, I did. At night?
No, for that, I used
the police department's array of crime-scene photos.
But the police photographers brought portable lights
to the scene, didn't they?
I believe so.
So, you don't personally know
how dark that intersection is at night, do you?
Not personally. No.
Then you don't know for a fact
that the victim was visible
when she stepped out into the street, do you?
I know the line of sight is unobstructed
at that intersection.
All right.
So, do you know the average walking stride length
of a typical 5'4" woman.
That's the height of the victim.
Yes, sir. I do.
Approximately 2.3 feet.
And what about running stride length,
same gender, same height?
Running, not jogging, we estimate 6 to 7 feet.
Huh.
Well, I'm no mathematician,
but isn't that fewer than two steps
from the curb to the point of impact?
Well, sir, there's no way to determine
actual speed and stride length from the evidence.
So, it's possible the victim ran right in front
of Mr. Siletti's car in the dark, isn't it?
Objection. Calls for speculation,
as Counsel well knows.
Withdrawn.
Detective, are you aware that the BMW halogen headlights,
such as Mr. Siletti's, have received the industry's
worst safety rating for illumination?
No, sir. I was not aware of that.
Okay.
I was surprised to hear from you, Terry.
I didn't think you saw any value in therapy.
Oh, I-I didn't mean to be rude, what I said before.
I know.
I was under a lot of pressure, obviously.
You know, that sounds like I'm making an excuse, but...
Do you feel the pressure building up again?
Uh, no. I got exonerated from the shooting, so...
Do you feel exonerated?
Well, that's... that's not, um, why I'm here.
I'm here now, uh, today, to talk about
the situation with my... with my partner.
- Oh, okay. - Yeah.
- What's going on? - Uh...
So, uh, we've been a team for, like, five years,
uh, and everything was cool, but somehow we got out of synch,
and, um, I don't know why.
I just can't seem to do anything right, you know?
Since the shooting?
No, no, not the shooting.
Since... Since her daughter's birthday.
Oh.
Her daughter just turned 12,
uh, so I bought her a gift, right?
A nice gift, an appropriate gift.
I mean, I watched this girl grow up.
And, uh... And my partner just... just went off on me.
And I don't, uh... I don't know why.
Hmm. When was her daughter's birthday?
It was Friday.
So, this just happened.
Mm-hmm. And it's... it's not getting any better.
So, that's why I'm taking up, uh, room on your couch.
How long have you and your partner been intimate?
Where'd you... Where'd you get that from?
You know anything we talk about stays confidential.
A couple times.
Twice. Two times.
Why did you stop?
Uh, the lieutenant found out.
Yeah, he, uh... He told us we, uh... we had to make a choice.
We could either be partners or a couple.
We had to choose. We couldn't... We couldn't be both.
And you both chose the job.
No, no.
I said that I would...
I would transfer departments for her.
All she had to do was say the word.
You wanted her to make the decision for you?
See, now you sound just like her.
Hmm.
Can we use her name?
Sorry. Yeah.
Hildy.
Hildy. Okay.
What was Hildy's reaction?
She said this was pu... you know, putting
too much pressure on her and that we should want to do
what's best for each other.
But sh-she doesn't... she doesn't know what's best.
Do you think maybe you're going too fast for her?
Uh, I mean...
Look, I've been to war.
You know, I've lost a wife.
Last month, I-I killed an unarmed man.
You know, life is short, and I love her,
so... let's do this.
You know?
Do you love her enough to slow down?
Do you love her enough to apologize?
Apologi... For what?
You tell me.
Okay. Uh, I mean, I'm sorry that she's upset.
You know, but I'm not sorry
for buying her daughter a nice gift.
Mm. I don't see how or why that's a mistake.
What was the gift?
Uh, an iPad.
Expensive choice.
I don't have anybody else to buy anything for,
so... it was... it was cool.
What did you get her daughter last year?
Last year was a book.
But she's... It's her 12th birthday, though.
It's a big one.
It may have looked to Hildy as though you were trying
to wedge yourself into the family,
threatening her autonomy as a parent.
A gift can be more than a gift.
What am I supposed to do now? Okay?
'Cause I'm not gonna apologize for not making a mistake.
Do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy?
I didn't know there was a difference.
Laura Clark.
I'm a sommelier at Valerie's SoMa Grill
in the Hotel Geneva.
How many guests were at the defendant's birthday party?
12.
How many bottles of wine did you pour?
15. I checked the total the next morning
when I heard about the accident.
More than a full bottle per person?
Well, two of the guests only drank sparkling water,
so it averaged out to be about a bottle and a half per guest,
not including cocktails before dinner.
Did you observe that some guests drank more than others?
Sure.
I mean, when you work a large table like that,
you figure out fast when and how often
to circle back to top off the glasses.
Do you recall frequently topping off the defendant's glass?
Object. Vague.
He was the host and the guest of honor,
so I made sure his glass stayed full.
Did the defendant appear to you to be intoxicated?
He looked like he'd had a good time.
So, you counted the bottles you opened,
not the bottles you emptied, correct?
For the check total, yes.
And you have no way of knowing
how much any specific guest actually consumed, do you?
- No. - All right.
And the restaurant expects you to maximize bottle sales, right?
- Definitely. - Right.
And the more you sell, the larger the tip you get
from the customer, right?
I wasn't trying to pad the check,
if that's what you're trying to say.
As a certified sommelier, you're aware
that it's a violation of California law
to sell or serve alcohol
to an obviously intoxicated person, aren't you?
Nobody was obviously intoxicated.
Oh.
Well, then, no more questions.
Reception.
Yeah, SFPD for Alicia Barnes, please.
Go ahead.
It was just me and my dad.
We had to be everything to each other.
I know.
Your mom told me.
Even when she was there, she wasn't there.
She was there enough to see what your dad was doing to you.
What do you want?
She feels bad.
She regrets not being able to be there to protect you.
You don't understand.
I actually kind of do.
Because of... of what happened to me.
When I was 11, my brother was 13.
He wanted me to play photographer with him.
He would take photographs of me... naked.
He would help my pose and...
touch me wherever.
Kiss me...
wherever.
Did you ever tell anyone?
I told my dad.
He beat my brother up so bad I thought he was gonna kill him.
But he never touched me again.
It was different for us.
We depended on each other.
We loved each other.
We had a full relationship as adults.
He never did anything to me.
He did everything with me.
That's how we took care of each other.
He was the only person that I could trust.
Do you understand?
I understand that your father is a child molester
and you are his victim.
I wasn't a little girl.
I was old enough to know what I wanted.
You wanted your father?
We wanted each other.
I'm not a victim.
Okay.
You're not a victim.
Hmm. So, the... the four stints in rehab
before you were 23, those were just recreational?
Like mother, like daughter?
Don't blame him for that.
Did Normandy know what was going on?
Daddy said that I wouldn't be able to keep our secret,
and he was right.
I couldn't.
So, Normandy was the one that had you get
the restraining order against your dad.
Normandy wanted me to choose, and I didn't want to.
And if you try and tell anybody any of this,
I will call you a liar
and I will sue you personally for slander.
Alicia, what if your father is the reason
why Normandy was killed?
What if he hired Billy James to kill him
and then killed Billy to cover it up?
End of interview. 2:32 p.m.
Copy that.
The heart is the ugliest part of the body.
We kept thinking money was the motive.
Well, we're partly right.
Alicia's a huge source of income
now that her father's back in charge.
Love, revenge, and money...
the classic big three all at once.
Don't call it love.
Is that true?
About Junior?
No.
I was just trying to find a way in so she'd talk to me.
It worked.
I know how to lie.
Martin Reardon. I'm the Acting District Attorney
for the City and County of San Francisco.
Were you drinking alcohol
at the defendant's birthday party, Mr. Reardon?
No, I was not.
Alcohol gives me headaches,
so I usually try to stick to water and soda.
You were completely sober all night, weren't you?
Objection. Asked and answered.
Sustained.
Did you observe the defendant drinking alcohol?
Yes, I did.
Heavily?
Objection. Counsel is calling for a conclusion.
I'll rephrase.
Did the defendant seem impaired to you?
I wouldn't say wouldn't say Mr. Siletti seemed impaired.
Mr. Reardon, didn't you tell me
during preparation for this trial
that the defendant appeared drunk to you,
specifically using the words "drunk as a skunk"?
No, Counselor.
I told you that I would have been drunk as a skunk,
since I personally have zero tolerance for alcohol
because I'm a non-drinker.
Perhaps you misunderstood me.
I did not, sir.
Your Honor, the State is arguing with its own witness.
Uh...
I have no more questions for this witness.
Mr. Arkin?
Mr. Reardon, are you a personal friend of Mr. Siletti's?
No, I am not.
Then why were you a guest at his birthday party?
It was an office party being thrown by the boss for the boss,
so I was expected to attend.
Well, with Mr. Siletti currently on
an administrative leave of absence,
who is, uh, the boss now?
I am the boss. I am the Acting District Attorney.
All right. So, if Mr Siletti returns to his elected position
as the District Attorney
for the City and County of San Francisco,
what happens to you?
I go back to being an assistant D.A.
So, you lose your job
as the current head of the office, right?
Yes, that is correct.
Well, that doesn't give you any incentive
to help Mr. Siletti, does it?
I'm an officer of the court, Counselor,
so I would testify as truthfully as possible,
regardless of the consequences to Mr. Siletti.
All right. I have no more questions, Your Honor.
Redirect?
No, Your Honor.
Step down, Mr. Reardon. You are done.
The State may now call its next witness.
Your Honor, at this point,
the State of California would rest.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
this would be a good time to call a recess for the day.
We will resume tomorrow, 9:00 A.M.
Have a good evening.
Thank you for telling the truth, Marty.
I didn't.
If it wasn't for your family, I'd have buried you.
Hey, Paul. Thanks for coming in.
Uh, can I offer you some coffee?
It's not very good, but it's caffeinated.
Well, based on that review, I'll pass, but thanks.
Good man. Right this way.
Hey, Paul. There you go.
Thanks, Terry.
Yeah.
I'll tell you what, you know, if it wasn't
for that prank call,
we wouldn't have a murder weapon,
we wouldn't have Lippman.
- Well, he was a lousy lawyer. - Hmm.
Doesn't know zip about music.
He was calling himself a manager to max his cut.
I mean, he took advantage of her in every way he could.
Yeah. No wonder you hate him so much.
Well, to know him is to hate him.
And then I guess Alicia went from bad to worse with Normandy?
Why, because he was black? No.
No, no, no. Because he was... Because he was married.
Okay, well, I don't approve of that.
But... you know, he was getting separated,
so it was none of my business.
Mm-hmm.
So, Normandy was older. Lippman was older.
What's going on with her and these older men?
Not so old, you know, just...
Well...
I don't understand how some of these young boys could...
could even try to understand her or protect her, you know?
Yeah.
I imagine none of them could protect her
from herself the way you could.
I'm her father.
Yeah.
Well, that makes all the difference.
What's going on with this restraining order?
Look, I liked Normandy a lot,
but he had to be number one.
That was great for him on the field,
but he never wanted anyone close to Alicia...
I mean, not Lippman, not me.
Mm.
So, he didn't appreciate y'all's relationship.
No, he was jealous because of how close we were.
Right.
He didn't like how special it was between you and Alicia.
Right?
But I get it. I get it.
These young girls, man.
The way they throw themselves at you,
practice on you, the way they get you
to give them whatever they want.
You know, I feel you.
But you know what?
The statutes of limitations are almost up anyway,
so all I want to do is solve these two murders.
That's smart, though,
the way you got Lippman's gun to us.
But when did Billy bring it back to you?
When you paid him?
Does that technique ever work?
What do you mean?
You gonna arrest me?
We're just talking, man.
Because there is no evidence, right?
It's hard to prove something that didn't happen.
All you have is a disgusting story.
From Alicia.
Listen, my daughter would never lie like that.
Because she loves me.
And she needs me more than ever right now.
Is that door unlocked?
Yeah, man.
Thank you.
Mr. Ramirez, I know this is difficult for you.
I hope you'll be able to help the jury understand
what happened to your wife.
When was the last time you spoke with her?
When she was walking to the bus.
Right before she was killed.
In fact, she was talking to you on her cellphone
at the time of the accident, wasn't she?
It wasn't an accident.
That man there, he murdered my wife!
I understand that's how you feel.
How do you understand how I feel?
Your Honor?
Mr. Ramirez, please just answer the questions you're asked.
Do not give your opinion.
Now, do you need a moment or two to collect your emotions?
No, sir.
Then repeat the question for the witness,
if you would, Mr. Arkin.
Was your wife talking to you on her cellphone
when she was struck by the car?
Yeah.
I heard her scream.
I heard her die.
And I am very sorry for you loss.
She had just finished a double shift
at the medical center, hadn't she?
Yes.
16 hours straight of nursing duty?
She was a very good nurse.
Now, that wasn't my question, sir.
Had your wife been working on her feet for 16 hours?
She had a half-hour between shifts, plus breaks.
And what bus did she usually take
when she worked the second shift?
The 11:32, so she could make the transfer.
All right. And with the accident at 11:28,
she would have been running late, wasn't she?
She'd have to hurry.
Objection, Your Honor.
Counsel is testifying, not the witness.
Yeah, I-I'll rephrase.
Was your wife late for her bus
when she stepped out in front of Mr. Siletti's car?
A-A little late. A little late.
She had the right of way.
She was in the crosswalk.
Mr. Ramirez, please answer the question that's asked.
I'm sorry, sir.
Continue, Mr. Arkin.
Just one more question.
You hired a civil lawyer to file a lawsuit
seeking $15 million
from Mr. Siletti and his family, didn't you?
Well, we have young children.
Yes.
Well, how soon did you contact a lawyer?
I don't know.
Oh?
Well, does two hours after the accident
seem about right to you, sir?
Multiple objections, Your Honor.
Counsel is again assuming facts not in evidence.
He's badgering the witness.
One objection is sufficient, Counselor.
Sustained on fact.
$15 million.
Wow.
Is it your understanding that a criminal conviction
in this courtroom would better your chances
for a big payout?
I-I don't understand the question.
- Sure you do. - Objection. Argumentative.
Your Honor, I'm done.
Does the State wish to cross-examine the witness?
Cesar, the death of your wife left you
with two little motherless boys you need to feed and clothe
and shelter and raise alone, right?
Yes.
I was watching their faces, Al.
The jury didn't like you for that.
I put the point across.
You cost us sympathy.
I think running over a young nurse
with two little kids... that cost us sympathy, Mario.
I can only work with what I've got.
Ramirez is a lazy deadbeat trying to get himself paid.
Well, I won't use that in my closing argument.
Cassie's gonna have to sell you.
My wife is amazing.
The defense calls Catherine Siletti.
No, my husband was not intoxicated.
Otherwise, I would have never let him drive.
I would have been behind the wheel.
Mm. Now, did you see the victim before the accident.
No. No, the streets were empty, and then, suddenly,
we hit something, and our windshield broke.
When did you realize that what had been hit was a pedestrian?
When I got out of the car
and I saw her lying on the ground.
Were you aware of anything distracting your husband
at the time of the accident?
We were having an argument...
about his sexual relationship
with that woman.
Ms. Danson?!
- Objection, Your Honor. - I bet.
In chambers right now.
You too, Mr. Siletti.
Ms. Siletti, step down.
That's not a request. You're excused.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
we're gonna take a recess.
Court is now in recess.
Were the two of you
sexually involved with each other, yes or no?
No, Your Honor.
Don't lie to a judge.
Either this is a crazy strategy by the defense,
which is losing in court,
or Mr. Siletti's wife needs psychiatric help.
In no way is any of this true.
Please don't make me prove it, Mel.
You can't prove something that never happened.
How dare you?
You remember my birthday party, right?
Well, it was a beautiful gift.
You son of a bitch.
Show me.
Why didn't you just conflict yourself out?
I knew he was guilty.
This is you, Ms. Danson, on your knees?
You should both be ashamed of yourself.
A prosecuting attorney intimate with the defendant
on the night of the crime!
Alleged crime, Your Honor.
- It's outrageous! - Yeah.
Did you know anything about this situation, Counselor?
No, sir. I did not.
Well, I have no choice now, do I?
I'm compelled to declare a mistrial.
Your Honor, I had no idea this was gonna come out.
Oh, bullshit. You coached your wife.
- Jesus. - Stop it!
We are going to go back out there,
and we are going to take care of business
before all the... the media roaches show up.
And since a mistrial is a manifest necessity,
Mr. Siletti, jeopardy will continue.
Do not expect that your bad behavior
will somehow save you from a new trial.
And you, don't you dare cry.
No, Your Honor.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
circumstances have arisen
that require me to declare a mistrial.
I regret that you have been exposed
to sordid and unprofessional matters in this courtroom.
Thank you for your patience, your time, and your service.
You are excused.
We're adjourned.
All rise!
I had to go for a walk to cool down after that.
I was protecting my wife, Al.
You lied to me.
I failed to disclose.
There's a difference.
I didn't want to humiliate Cassie publicly,
or, for that matter, Mel.
Unless it was absolutely necessary.
The husband's testimony hurt us.
No, you planned this from the get-go.
No, no.
It was a terrible choice,
but not the worst outcome, right?
The A.G. is gonna re-file charges.
You need to find yourself a new attorney.
I can't represent a client who doesn't trust me.
I won't.
Would you have put Cassie on the stand if I'd told you?
I'll send you a final bill.
Good luck, Mario.
Okay.
Hey.
What's up?
I went to see Dr. Redmun today.
I thought you weren't into all that therapy crap.
Yeah, I just... I needed some advice.
From a police shrink?
Well, I mean, it's about two cops, so yeah.
Meaning us.
Yeah, I didn't really like that we had that fight,
you know, and I know you tried to explain it to me.
And I just didn't get it.
So, I'm sorry.
That wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.
Well, I'm sorry, too.
I-I totally overreacted.
No, you didn't overreact.
I should have talked to you
before buying that gift for Louise.
I just didn't... I didn't think it through.
I think I just wanted to show you how much I cared,
no matter how little of you I get to see.
For now.
I think I need to look at us on a longer timeline.
Not now doesn't have to mean not ever, right?
I love you.
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