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Mr. Halley, is it true that on the night in question
that you told the police that you saw the defendant,
Sergei Ivanov, loading some very suspicious looking
containers into the storage unit that you rented him?
No, I... don't remember saying that.
But you very clearly told the police that you were
so suspicious that you went there that night
-Objection. Asked and answered.
Sustained.
Mr. Halley, you very clearly
have changed your testimony.
Did the defendant threaten you in any way?
Because if he did, we can protect you.
Okay.
Yeah.
What happened was...
[heavy book drops]
I am so sorry, Your Honor.
I apologize to the court, Ms. Sagan.
[blows loudly]
Mr. Halley, you were saying?
-No. No one threatened me.
I didn't see anything.
Am I done here?
I'm done.
Judge: It's getting late.
Let's adjourn for the day.
We'll continue this Monday morning at 8:00.
[bangs gavel]
You look horrible, Annie.
If I was you I'd get some rest on the weekend.
Go to hell, Larson.
[sighs] Thank you.
So, I think I should get my
public YouTube channel this week.
I have so much great content.
No, You have a private channel
so your Grandpa can watch and that's that.
Jamie's is public!
That's just not fair, mom!
She's already monetizing!
We could make money!
I'd get a ton of subscribers
and I could get merch and sell it
and even become famous!
Crystal, How many times
do we need to have this conversation?
You do not need to worry about making money.
You should focus on getting good grades
and being a regular kid.
That IS being a regular kid nowadays!
Do you know how many of my friends
have YouTube channels?
Yeah, well, not you, and that's final.
I still think you're being old-fashioned.
Great. Look, your tennis coach is right there.
Hurry up.
Love you.
-Love you, too.
[car door slams shut]
Sorry about that. Had to drop Crystal off at tennis.
-That's fine. How's Crystal?
Haven't seen her in a while.
She's great.
Other than the fact she wants to be YouTube star.
Yeah, don't lose too much sleep over it.
She'll be on to something else next week.
I sure hope so.
Hey, I'm sure that as the most promising
Assistant DA in the state
there's nothing you can't handle.
That's not true. A ten-year-old preteen
is definitely more tough than
the criminals I prosecute.
But I'm sure as the most promising DA investigator
you already know that.
Speaking of, how'd the Ivanov case go?
-Ugh. Don't get me started.
I had the prime witness on the stand
then of course Larson pulls one of his antics
to disrupt my cross examination
so the judge adjourned for the day
and I have to start all over tomorrow.
[sighs] He's such a sly bastard.
-Yeah.
Listen, Mark...
there's something I want to discuss.
What's up?
Who's the girl you were with last night
at The Grove?
What, so I can't go out with a friend
anymore just 'cuz I'm dating you?
You kissed her, Mark.
Danielle saw you in the parking lot kissing her.
I don't know what she thinks she saw,
but there was no way-
Mark! Why are you lying to me?
Danielle's my best friend,
she wouldn't just make that up.
-A garden salad for the lady...
and the salmon eggs Benedict for you, sir.
What do you want me say, Annie?
The truth. It's not that hard.
Okay.
The only time I ever see you is at work, Annie.
And then I get a lunch or maybe a dinner,
what, once a week?
I miss you. I want to be around you.
I want to speak to you face-to-face instead of the
five-minute phone calls and text messages we have.
You knew the situation, Mark.
Crystal is my first priority.
We have school and tennis on top of trying to
juggle a career at the DA's office.
All of which existed before you were in the picture.
Except I'm not actually in the picture, Annie, okay?
You say I am, but I'm not.
So where do we go from here?
I think you know the answer to that.
We still have to work together.
Well, that's what we'll do.
Hello?
Oh, Danielle, thank god you answered.
Do you happen to be free tonight?
-Hmm.. let me check my calendar.
No job, divorced, no hot date...
Yeah, I think I'm good.
-Well, I also just joined the 'no hot date club'
if that's any consolation.
-I'm sorry, Annie.
It's for the better though.
-I know. Thanks for letting me know
you saw him last night.
-I hated having to tell you.
So, what's up? You need me to hang out
with my bestie Crystal tonight?
-I totally forgot I have a work function tonight
at some fundraiser at the DA's office.
-Hey, no need to explain.
You know I love spending time
with that wise old gal.
-Thanks, you're a godsend.
So, um, swing by for 7:00 pm?
-Yeah, TTYL.
-What?
-TTYL... talk to you later.
It's all about the acronyms, Annie.
C'mon, get with the ages.
-Okay, okay.
[birds chirping]
Blue is A favorite color of mine.
AN umbrella is useful when it rains.
He ate A enormous Pop-Tart.
You sure about that one?
Yeah. He ate a enormous Pop-Tart.
'Enormous' starts with a vowel.
It's the grammatical rule that counts;
not how it sounds to the ear.
He ate AN enormous Pop-Tart.
Good job.
-I'm here! -Danielle!
-Hi, my BFF!
Where's Hector?
Oh, he's fine. Um, my best pair of shoes,
on the other hand..
It's motion-activated so I get an alert
any time something happens.
Wait, did you just say that those are
your best pair of shoes?
Hey, I'm not pushing 40.
You know what, I've gotta run.
Okay, so dinner's in the oven,
it'll be ready in like 15 minutes or so.
And then just call me if you need anything, okay?
And in bed by 8:30 this time.
Love you.
-Love you, too.
[gentle party music]
[soft laughter and conversations]
[unzips bag]
[sighs]
Hey, Annie.
On the cell phone at the fundraiser.
What is that, the new standard
at the DA's office these days?
Yeah. Well, it's been a long day,
so I called my ride home.
You're leaving so soon?
Not soon enough, I guess.
[laughs] Wait a minute, why is it
I get the feeling that you don't like me?
Maybe it's because I don't like you, Larson.
-Perfect.
This place is a little too lame for my taste as well.
I'm outta here.
So, how about I give you a ride home
and you join me for one drink.
What d'you say?
I'll pass. The joy of rideshare apps.
-C'mon, Annie.
What am I gonna do, bite you?
One drink, c'mon.
[gentle party music]
Wait a minute.
You don't wanna be seen with me, is that it?
-Well, I have a reputation to protect.
Your reputation will not be tarnished.
You're opposing counsel, yes, it will.
It's a little thing called the appearance
of impropriety, or did you just
skip that section in law school?
I have a tidbit of information about the
Ivanov case that will make you very, very happy.
And why would you give me that?
Oh, come on, Annie. Really?
We both know this case is shut
and closed in my favor, right?
So me giving you a tidbit of information,
a little bit of discovery to get a drink with you,
hey, I got nothing to lose.
But you, on the other hand,
you have a lot to gain.. trust me.
Fine. One drink.
[jazz music]
So, after your husband passed,
where'd you go from there?
-That's about it. I, uh, went to law school,
did my best to raise Crystal,
and the rest, as they say, is history.
You know, I'd like to meet her some time.
Hmm.
So, what about you?
You went to Yale, right?
That's right.
-I don't get it. You're a smart guy.
Why do you.. why are you a...
-Why am I a drug lawyer?
Yeah.
You know, Annie, I uh.. I'm very well aware
I've got a pretty bad reputation.
But to be honest with you, it doesn't bother me.
Everyone's entitled to a defense, right?
Yeah, but..
In some strange way,
I think I'm a little bit like them. Okay?
You know, I like to live my life on the edge.
To be honest, I think it's gonna be a little difficult
for someone like you to understand.
Seems like you've lived quite a disciplined life.
Why do you think that?
-Well, it's just the vibe you project, Annie.
You know, you always seem so..
I dunno.. buttoned up, maybe.
And to be honest with you, Annie,
I didn't even recognize you
when you walked in this evening.
You know, generally, you're always so
[chuckles] I dunno.. prissy, maybe.
And tonight?
Well, tonight, you look luscious.
I'm gonna go to the ladies' room.
-Sure.
[jazz music]
♪
[Annie sighs]
So, what about that "tidbit" of information
about the Ivanov case?
Oh, yeah. That's right.
I'm gonna have to show you.
What? No, it's not-
I don't have it with me, Annie. It's at my place.
[scoffs] Nice try, Larson.
C'mon, I'm not trying anything.
Really? Hey, look, it's up to you, okay?
If you want a chance of cracking this case,
entirely up to you.
Finish your drink, we'll head right over
and I'll show it to you.
♪
Hey, hey... are you okay?
-Uh, yeah.
I feel like I'm drunk.
I only had one drink, though.
-Maybe you didn't have enough to eat today.
I dunno.
[car door closes]
[ominous music]
♪
[camera clicks]
[dog barks]
Hey! There he is! How you doing, Rex?
Rex, uh, Annie. Annie, Rex.
-"Rex", that's original.
-Hey, c'mon, buddy.
Can I get you a drink while you wait, Annie?
-No, I'm good.
-Okay. I'll be right back. C'mon, champ.
♪
Hey.
-Wow, read much?
[chuckles] Yeah.
It is one of my vices, actually.
So, uh, the thing about the case?
Yeah. It's upstairs. C'mon.
I'll give you a tour while we're at it. C'mon.
Whoa..
My room...
Do you know I've always thought you were
the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?
Annie... What do you think?
No!
No, that is not the deal.
-Okay. Okay. I had to try.
[unzips bag] Nice try.
I'm ordering a ride home.
No, no, no. It's okay.
I'll give you a ride home.
Let me grab you the thing I promised you.
[sighs]
[gasping]
[fan whirring]
[thunder cracks loudly]
[dog barking]
[thunder and rain]
[dog barking]
[loud thunder]
[sighs] Oh, no.
[thunder]
[dog barking]
[thunder rumbling]
[dog barking]
[loud thunder and rain]
Oh, god..
[dog barking]
Have you seen my phone?
Larson? Larson!
[gasps] Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
[door slams]
[floor creaking]
[dog barking]
[paper rustling]
[dog barking]
[ominous music]
[dog barking]
[door slams shut]
[dog barking]
[ominous music]
[dog barking]
[dog stops barking]
♪
[phone beeping]
911, what's the nature of your emergency?
911...
[sirens blaring]
[vehicles approaching]
[sirens and police chatter on radio]
[birds chirping]
High-profile defense attorney Doug Larson
was found shot to death in his home
at 3:00 this morning.
Detectives say that the suspect is still at large
but they will work diligently
to bring the person responsible to justice.
Officials are still unsure if this was a
robbery gone wrong or a targeted shooting.
[door opens, keys jangle]
We'll keep you updated on the situation...
Hey, ugh, thank you so much
for dropping her off at school.
Again, I am so sorry about last night.
-Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about.
You figured out what you're gonna do yet?
Yeah. I'm gonna do what I should've done
last night and go to the cops.
Get fired probably, even disbarred.
C'mon, it can't be that bad.
Well, it is. It's called the appearance
of impropriety, and yeah, it's bad.
I didn't even sleep with the guy
but who's gonna believe that?
I fled the scene, wiped my prints,
which is obstruction.
-Wait, so you could go to jail for something?
What would happen to Crystal?
Annie, you did nothing wrong!
Just don't say anything.
I can't do that.
That just makes things worse.
Hi, Annie.
-Hi, Sarah. Is George available?
Yeah, he said to just go on in.
-Thanks.
George?
Hi, um... I wanted to talk to you
about the Doug Larson murder.
Yeah, right.
You were up against him on the Ivanov case, right?
Uh, yeah. See, the thing is-
[scoffs] Yeah, I know.
You have a perfect record
and you want to prosecute this case.
But so does everyone else in the office.
No, the thing is I've really messed up and-
[phone rings]
Damn. Right now? Yeah, yeah, fine.
Press conference. Downstairs. Five minutes.
-For what?
For the Larson murder.
I guess it's big news whenever
a client offs his own lawyer.
A client?
Yeah. Jimmy Perriera. Didn't you hear?
Yeah, he murdered Larson
because he didn't get his son off.
Maybe this time we'll get the guy.
-And so after fine police work by our detectives,
at 8:00 this morning we arrested James Perriera
a known criminal and former client
of Doug Larson's.
-Sir, we heard rumors that someone was spotted
leaving Larson's in the middle of the night.
Was that Perriera?
-We don't know that yet but we have a special
DA investigator on the case: Mark Evans.
-Are you prosecuting this one yourself?
-No. As you know, I'm in the middle of
prosecuting another major case.
This case will be handled by
a very capable young DA who
happens to have a perfect record:
Miss Annie Sagan.
[cameras clicking]
-Miss Sagan, is it true that Larson was
laundering money for Perriera?
-How do you respond to Perriera's lawyer's claim
that he was set up?
Um..
-How long do you think this trial will last?
-Do you anticipate an open and shut case?
No comment.
-Miss Sagan...
Hmm. No comment.
-We'd like to thank you for coming out today-
Thanks for saving me back there.
Yeah, seemed like he kind of sprung it on you, huh?
Still, it's pretty good for someone so young.
George must hope that some of your
old man's talent rubbed off on you.
Mark, I can't prosecute this case.
What? Isn't this what you always wanted?
This is your first homicide case.
You've been begging for this and now here it is.
Look, it's complicated. Okay?
I'll tell you about it later?
[footsteps approaching]
Guess who?
-Danielle!
-Hey sweetie, can you go to your room, please?
I need to have a grownup conversation with Danielle.
-Mom..
-Please?
Thank you.
-What's up, Annie?
Look at this.
"I'm going to kill you bitch."
Do you know who it's from?
Yeah. His name is Quentin Cruz.
I put him away two years ago and
he's been harassing me ever since.
Okay, why haven't you told me this before?
Because it wasn't really a big deal before and
honestly I thought he would just get over it
but now it's escalated to death threats.
Have you reported this to anyone?
Yeah, I told Judge Miller this morning
and he told me to tell some lady
with Judicial Protection...
Officer Mendez, I think.
Well, did you?
-No. Not yet.
I didn't want to make a big fuss about it.
I just wanted someone outside the courts
to be aware, that's why I'm telling you.
Look, I'm here for you every step of the way.
-I know.
-Mitch Warner, appearing on behalf of the defense.
-Annie Sagan, appearing for the people.
-Do you have a copy of the police report?
-We have yet to receive a full report
from the police, Your Honor,
despite the numerous attempts from my office.
Based on that, and other factors,
we strongly recommend that bail be granted.
[ominous music]
Miss Sagan... Miss Sagan, did you hear me?
I said I wanted to hear the People's position
on the matter of bail.
Miss Sagan? Bail!
Right. Um, sorry. [clears throat]
Due to the serious nature of the crime
we request that he be held without bail, sir.
-Your Honor, my client has strong ties
to the community.
He's in no way a flight risk.
He has a wife, children, home,
and businesses in this community.
Based on that, I strongly feel that
Mr. Perriera should have bail granted.
Fine. Bail is set at half a million dollars.
[bangs gavel]
[clears throat]
[various quiet conversations]
Hey, don't feel too bad about it.
-Huh?
That he got bail.
-Oh, yeah. Right.
So, you heard the latest, right?
Perriera has an alibi for the night of the murder.
-It's because it wasn't him.
[scoffs] Yeah. It was him, alright.
His alibi's his mistress who's lying for him.
I already found a witness who'll testify
she wasn't even with Perriera that night,
that she was home alone.
I can't prosecute an innocent man.
Innocent? Are you kidding me?
Perriera's a drug dealing, murdering scum.
Hey. Hold up.
That witness who can break Perriera's alibi,
he wants to cut a deal... like now.
Wanna discuss it over a drink?
Mark, you know it's over.
Okay, how about a coffee shop?
Nothing romantic about that, right?
Yeah. Well, it can be.
Walk me to my car?
[sighs]
So what did they pick this guy up for?
-Uh, robbing a liquor store
while high on heroin.
Great. Sounds like a reliable source.
I mean, this guy's obviously a junkie
who's lying.
And it seems to me you're trying to do
the defense's job for them.
You know what? Yeah, I am,
because the defense is gonna
rip this guy apart on the stand.
-Okay. Fine. Whatever. You're the boss.
I will look into other suspects.
-Great.
-I've been meaning to track down that
mystery blonde anyway.
-The what?
-The blonde woman who was with Larson
the night of the murder..
you read the file, right?
You know they found two long blonde hairs
on the pillow next to Larson's body.
I dunno. Maybe she did it.
Maybe Perriera put her up to it.
No! I mean, no, that's-
that's not Perriera's style.
Larson was a total horndog.
He probably slept with a new woman every night.
Those hairs could've been there for weeks.
Still, it's a lead that we have to follow up on.
No. Listen, Larson is no angel.
I'm sure he has enemies against him, right?
-Yeah. You got that right.
Larson was a jerk.
Right. So, why don't you work on
finding out who else wanted him dead.
What is this? Is this some kind of
women's intuition, "feeling" thing?
Does George know about this feeling of yours?
No. And he doesn't need to.
This is my case. I've gotta get back to work.
-Hey. You up for a drink tonight
in a NON-romantic setting?
Definitely not. I'll be working well into the night.
I'll talk to you later.
[birds chirping]
[background conversations]
[ominous music]
[car door opens and closes]
That was so fun.
[ominous music]
[phone ringing]
I must say, Danielle sure is great with Crystal.
Looked like they had a great day at the lake.
Sorry, what? Who is this?
Crystal didn't even wake up
when I was in her room tonight.
Who is this? Quentin Cruz?
[tense music]
[tires screeching]
[tense music]
[sighs] Oh, come on. Go, go, go.
[tapping phone pad]
[voicemail]
Oh, come on, Danielle, pick up.
[tense music]
[tapping phone pad]
Please, answer.
[voicemail]
[frustrated sigh]
[tense music]
[car door opens and closes]
[tense music]
Crystal!
Hello?
Crystal!
Crystal? Oh, thank god.
Baby? Hey, how are you? You okay?
-Hi, Mom.
-Hi.
-Time to go home?
-Yeah.
-What's going on?
Oh my god, I've been calling you and no answer!
I've been worried out of my mind!
Why? You know she's with me.
My phone's probably dead.
-You okay?
-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.
[paper rustling]
[suspenseful music]
[phone ringing]
Did you get my package, Annie?
I'm quite a good photographer,
don't you think?
You're out of your mind.
I know who this is, I'm gonna have you arrested!
Oh, I don't think you'll do that, Annie.
Not when I have more pictures
I could show them from THAT night.
Cruz, what do you want?
Isn't it obvious? I'm going to ruin your life
the way you ruined mine. [hangs up]
Who was that?
-He knows where you live.
Pack your bags, we're going to a hotel.
[birds chirping]
[car approaching]
[car door opens and closes]
Judge, I'm-I'm so sorry to bother you.
-When I said any time, I meant it.
What's wrong?
[sobs] Everything.
I mean, the stalker, the Larson case...
-Oh, right, congrats on that.
It'll be a real feather in your cap,
putting that guy away.
The thing is, um...
He didn't do it.
Perriera, he didn't do it.
His hands are totally different
than the killer's hands.
-How do you know that?
You have a witness who saw the killer's hand?
[whispers] Yeah.
Me.
I was there that night.
I know. I'm so sorry. It was a total mistake.
It was the night of the benefit and I just
got drunk and I went over to Larson's house
and then I was there when the killer came in
and I was hiding and-
-And you didn't come forward?
-I tried, okay, but now I can't
and.. and now I can't prosecute
an innocent man and the guy that
they'll replace me with is just
gonna be hell-bent on putting him away.
-No, stop! STOP.
I don't want to hear any of this.
I'm about to be nominated
to the Federal Court of Appeals.
[sighs] You're right. I'm sorry.
Actually, I didn't hear any of it.
You have got to figure this out yourself
before they do.
[car approaching]
[engine shuts off]
[phone rings]
Hey, Danielle. Is everything okay there?
Thank you again. I won't be too much longer.
[phone beeps]
[exhales sharply]
[suspenseful music]
[door clicks shut]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[opening drawer]
[suspenseful music]
[paper rustling]
Find anything, counselor?
-Oh, god. I didn't realize anyone was here.
-I just went out to grab dinner.
It's hard work searching for a clue
to who knows what.
Yeah, well, isn't that your job?
Hey look, I'm satisfied that Perriera did it, okay?
If you want to go on some wild goose chase
based on some women's intuition thing,
that's your business but, you know, please,
forgive me if I don't share your beliefs.
-You know what strikes me is that
this place has been trashed.
But not just randomly trashed.
Like the drawers and the filing cabinet,
which indicates to me that
someone was.. was looking for something.
I mean, if Perriera killed Larson because
he couldn't keep his son out of jail,
revenge pure and simple,
but then.. what was he looking for?
Maybe it was another motive
or maybe it was someone else.
Let's see...
Are you gonna help?
Look, it's Larson's bank statements.
He makes a deposit for $9,000 every month..
going back for years.
-They could be perfectly innocent.
Yeah, but...
Alright, um..
He made the same notations
on every time that he made a deposit.
TOC, SM, SL?
Someone's initials maybe?
Yeah, maybe, but TOC and the others,
what are they paying Larson for?
-Blackmail comes to mind.
Yeah. That's what I was thinking too.
But who is Larson blackmailing?
[Mark's phone rings]
Yeah, this is he. Yes, that's right.
Thanks for getting back to me.
Uh-huh... Great.
That's exactly what I wanted to know.
Thanks for your help.
Remember those long blonde hairs
they found on Larson's pillow?
-Yeah.
That was Larson's maid on the phone.
Turns out she changed Larson's sheets earlier
on the day of the murder so the
blonde hairs were left on his bed that night.
Larson was with the mystery blonde
the night of the murder.
So maybe Larson left the party
with somebody that night after all.
Ooh, I gotcha...
Wow, that's pretty intense.
-Oh. Yeah. It's just a stalker
who's been threatening me.
He got out of jail a couple of weeks ago.
-What? Why wouldn't you tell me?
-Because it wasn't that serious at first.
Now it's escalated.
He broke into Danielle's house
the other day and left a threatening note
next to Crystal's bed.
-Are you kidding me? Get out of your house!
-We did, okay? We're at a hotel.
[sighs] We're fine.
-Good job today.
-Thanks.
So how long do we get to stay at the hotel?
-Not too much longer.
Just until they fix the house.
-Well, tell them to take their time 'cuz I love it!
-[laughs] Well, I prefer our house.
[phone rings] -I know. I do too
but it's so much fun at the hotel.
-Hey, sweetie, gimme a sec.
-Mm-hm.
Hey, George.
I got a call from a lawyer today named Simmons
and he said that his client was willing to
testify that Perriera wasn't anywhere near
his girlfriend at the time of the murder
and you wouldn't deal.
Well, George, his client is totally unreliable.
He's a junkie who didn't even-
-Annie, listen to me.. very carefully.
I want Perriera.
But George, I-
Rumor has it that you are not pursuing this
with the vigor that you should,
that you're off on some wild goose chase
of your own. Listen to me, Annie.
if you cannot handle this
I want you to let me know right now
because I do not want you to blow this.
The guy took Simmons' deal,
you got a problem with that?
-No. I..
-Good. [slams phone down]
Are you okay, Mom?
Yeah, just some work stuff. You ready to go?
Mm-hmm.
Ooh!
-Is Danielle here?
-Yeah, I think so.
[engine revving]
Hey, Counselor. Let's go for a ride.
How did you know we were here?
It's what I do for a living.
C'mon. I got something important to show you.
-Maybe not.
Oh, come on. What is it now?
Here I thought we'd reached an understanding
and now you're being all weird again.
Can you give us a sec, sweetie?
Mm-hmm.
Are you out of your mind? I'm being weird?
I just got chewed out by George because
someone told him I was on a wild goose chase.
Now where would he get that idea, huh?
-Beats me.
Okay. So, maybe I complained about you
to someone and it got back to him.
I didn't mean to get you in trouble.
-Well?
I really am sorry, okay?
And in fact, I'm thinking you might be
onto something, this whole someone else
being involved in Larson's murder thing.
If you get in the car we can go find out.
Fine. Let me put Crystal in Danielle's room.
-Okay.
-So what's the big surprise?
You figure out who Larson was blackmailing?
[wry laugh]
Wait, this isn't the way to Larson's house.
-No, it isn't.
I thought first we'd make a little stop at Scratch.
Scratch?
-Yeah. It's a jazz club nearby.
I found a drinks receipt on Larson's
credit card bill from the night of the murder.
I'm thinking maybe he met the mystery
blonde woman there that night and
maybe someone got a good look at her.
Anyway, the waiter who was on that night is working
so, uh.. let's go find out.
[suspenseful music]
Annie? You coming?
Yeah.
[car door opens and shuts]
[cutlery clattering]
Um, I'm gonna go to the restroom.
Are you Tony?
-Yeah.
Great.
[door closes]
[suspenseful music]
[sighs deeply]
I don't know if he met her here that night
or if he came in with her, okay?
Annie! Over here.
Sorry, you were saying?
-Yeah, like I was saying,
I don't know if he met the girl here that night
or if he came in with her, okay?
It was a really busy Friday night.
But you do remember a woman being here
that night with Larson?
-Yeah.
-Do you think you'd recognize her
if you saw her again?
-Maybe. Okay? I don't know.
There were so many people here that night.
-What about surveillance cameras?
You guys have any kind of security cameras in here?
-Yeah, we do but they erase themselves
and then get re-taped over every couple days.
-Okay,if you think of anything else,
give me a call.
-Yeah.
-Thanks for your help.
Mm-hmm.
It was worth a shot.
Are you okay?
Uh, yeah...
I think I left my phone in the bathroom.
[door creaks open and slams shut]
[breathing heavily]
-So how long until we can go back home?
-Mm. Hopefully not too much longer.
You know, I can't stand it.
I think I'm just gonna call Officer Mendez
with Judicial Protection at this point.
Hopefully they'll find him soon.
Yeah, that's fine, I'm sure,
but you should get a gun for your own safety.
Ever since Evan left, I made a point to get one.
I keep it in my nightstand and..
It just.. it makes me feel more comfortable
being in the house all alone.
I'm sure that they'll find him soon enough
so cheer up.
Think of this as like a fun girls' getaway.
[chuckles]
At least we don't have to cook and clean, right?
Mm. Haven't had to do that since my divorce
so it's nothing new.
Well, Crystal told me that she
prefers the hotel life, so...
Get that forehand..
Good job! Good hustle!
Here we go...
Good job! Excellent.
Well done.
[ominous music]
-So what's going on with the Larson case?
Well, I have a couple ideas that probably all lead to
dead ends, but you know, what scares me the most
is that they found my hair on the pillow
and that Mark talks about
"the woman with blonde hair" all the time
and I know fully well it's me.
[suspenseful music]
Bring it in. Awesome job!
-Thanks!
-Ooh!
[car door opens and shuts]
[suspenseful music]
You're Crystal, right?
-Oh, yes, that's me.. Crystal.
Hi!
-Well, hi to you too!
Your mom asked me to pick you up
and give you a ride home.
-My mom?
Mm-hm
-Um, no she's not coming.
My grandpa's coming to pick me up.
Oh, hm. Well, must be some kind of mix-up
but since I'm already here,
why don't I just drop you off at home?
My car's right there...
and that way it won't be a trip for nothing.
Hey, Crystal. Is this your grandpa?
Oh, no. He's on his way.
Annie's a friend of mine.
She asked me to pick Crystal up.
There's been some kind of mix-up.
I'm gonna head out.
I'll see you next time, Crystal.
-Bye!
Bye.
He did find a lead though. Um...
he found Larson's safety deposit box
so maybe that'll lead to something that we can use.
Well, is there any way I can help?
I'll do anything for you,
for Crystal, for that matter.
I know.
[sighs] You know...
it just scares me...
I mean, you know what's at stake.
I could go to jail, or worse,
I could.. lose Crystal.
[phone ringing]
Mark, please tell me you found something
in Larson's safety deposit box
that'll crack this case wide open.
-I think I did.
I'm still looking through it all.
Oh, great. Okay. I'm on my way.
[knocking]
Please tell me you found something.
-Take a look.
[door slams shut]
These look like docket numbers.
-That's what I figured.
Larson had 'em in his safe deposit box
and needless to say his sister couldn't
make heads or tails of 'em so I kindly
volunteered to try and decipher them for her.
And?
-And do you want a beer?
Yeah, sure.
So I presume that Larson handled all the cases?
-Yeah, some of 'em.
His old partner handled some of 'em too
and in each of the cases the defendant won
due to some evidence that wasn't allowed in.
-Wait, so you're saying that the
judge was on the take? Or the prosecutor was?
I don't know. It could be either.
Though, that kind of thing is particularly
hard to prove 'cause judges, or whoever,
can always claim they made a decision
based on the merits of the case.
I'm still looking through the files
but, um, [chuckles] hold on a second,
I gotta grab a bottle opener.
[cutlery clattering]
[phone buzzing]
To finding the truth.
Truth.
You're leaving?
Ah, yeah. You know, I..
I forgot to feed my neighbor's dog.
I'll see you later.
[door shuts loudly]
[siren blaring in the distance]
Hi. I am here for that video.
Hey, um, I was expecting the guy, a Mr. Evans.
Right. Um, I work with him
and he wasn't able to make it
so he told me to come grab it.
Mm-hmm. Okay. So, it's not actually our video
but we have this guy, Leon, who's a regular here
he was actually having a party that night.
So he's taken a bunch of videos on his phone
and I think that one of them caught
the woman you guys are looking for.
Here, I put it on a thumb-drive for you.
Thanks.
-Yeah. You know, it is funny though.
You do look a lot like the woman on the film
with your hair and your eyes.
People say I have a common face. Thanks!
[suspenseful music]
Great.
[knocking]
[ominous music]
[door clanks shut]
[ominous music]
[door clanks shut]
Whoa, Annie. What happened?
Where's Crystal?
She's fast asleep in my bed.
What happened here?
-I don't know. Quentin Cruz, I imagine.
"I'm watching you.
Time for your mentor to die too."
-Wow.
"Time for your mentor to die too."
He's talking about Judge Miller.
Oh, my god!
That means that Cruz killed Larson.
I mean, I knew he was following me
but I never thought he would kill somebody
in order to get back at me.
Oh, my god...
Oh, my god! It's all my fault.
It's all my fault that Larson's dead.
I have to warn the judge.
[suspenseful music]
Come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up.
Hey, Judge, It's me, okay,
you need to be careful. Cruz killed Larson
and now I think he's after you.
Can you just please call me back. Please.
[suspenseful music]
Annie, where are you going?
-Listen, I have to warn the judge.
I need you to take Crystal to my dad's.
It is not safe here.
I'll let him know that you're on the way.
[dogs barking]
[tense music]
[car revving loudly]
[suspenseful music]
Please leave a message after the tone. (beep)
Hi, Officer Mendez.
Yes, this is Annie Sagan, Assistant D.A.
Um, Judge Miller referred me to you.
I believe he spoke to you about this and
I apologize for not following up with you.
I just honestly was hoping that this all would pass
but it seems like Quentin Cruz is a bigger danger
than we originally thought.
He broke into my hotel room tonight
and made some pretty serious threats.
He needs to be arrested.
Um, can you please just give me call back
when you have a moment.
[exhales sharply]
[ominous music]
Judge? Judge?
[knocking]
[gasps] Judge!
[suspenseful music]
Judge! Judge! Judge!!
Annie! What the hell?
Oh, my god, you're okay!
-What are you doing?
Didn't you get any of my messages?
-No. What messages?
Oh god. Uh, Cruz, you know,
the guy who's been stalking me, right?
-Yeah. Yes.
Yeah. Well, he trashed my place
and he threatened to kill you
which means that he killed Larson
and now he's coming after you.
I'm.. I'm fine. Everything's alright.
[sighs] Oh god.
It was Quentin Cruz the whole time.
He followed me there and when he thought I'd left
he went in and shot him.
-Hmm.
Probably to put the blame on me.
It's okay.
You'll have him arrested and turn yourself in.
[phone chime]
Officer Mendez? Yeah, did you find him?
Are you sure?
Yeah. Okay.
Um... Thank you for letting me know.
What is it? Annie?
It wasn't Quentin Cruz.
She said that he's been dead for three days.
His body washed up on a beach yesterday
and they just ID'd him.
It doesn't make sense.
I talked to him on the phone
the night he left the photos in the room.
I mean, it was.. it was definitely him.
Annie, exactly how long has it been
since you've had anything to eat?
I thought so.
I'm gonna go get us something.
Also, we need to call your father.
[phone chime]
Hey, Mark.
-How about that? I've only been trying to
reach you for the last few hours.
I'm sorry, okay?
I just.. I've had a lot going on.
Great. So, I guess you don't care that
I finally figured out who Larson was blackmailing.
What? You did? Who?
Okay. So, I went through all the
case files and in two-thirds of them
the same judge was on the bench.
My guess is he's the dirty one.
Okay, who?
It's hard to believe but in each case
it was distinguished Judge Ryan Miller.
[ominous music]
-You still there?
Yeah...
..and you think that Miller killed Larson?
-Yeah. Well, I guess he got
tired of having Larson dogging him.
Miller wants to go all the way to the top.
I doubt he wanted Larson following him
and asking for more and more money.
But this leaves us with a problem because
no judge is gonna issue a warrant
for Miller's bank accounts,
not without more proof.
What if we can link him to the codes
in the appointment book?
-I'm working on it but I still haven't
been able to figure it out.
I think I'm gonna have to
look for that mystery blonde again.
Maybe she has something to do with it.
No! I mean, please, just stay on the files.
I.. I may have a way to get into
Judge Miller's bank accounts.
-Yeah? What're you going to do,
go over to his house for dinner and
start hunting through his personal papers?
Something like that.
Just work on deciphering those codes
and I'll talk to you soon.
-Here we go.
-Great. I'm starved.
I thought you said you were hungry.
Yeah, sorry...
I must not be as hungry as I thought.
Actually, can I use your restroom?
If that's okay?
Of course. You know where it is.
[footsteps on staircase]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Annie? What are you doing?
I know what you did.
Annie, what are you talking about?
The blackmail. The payoffs.
Blackmail? What are you-
Stop lying!
I know that you fixed those cases
and that Larson was blackmailing you
so you killed him.
Killed him? No, Annie.
I would never do anything like that.
Annie, please.
Yes, he was blackmailing me.
It was just a couple of cases that I fixed
for the mayor's son several years ago
but I was paying Larson off.
I wasn't happy about it but I could afford it.
Why would I kill him?
I don't know.
Maybe because you're up for an important new job
and Larson was threatening to expose you.
I don't know and I don't care
But I'm going to the cops.
Annie, you can't.
You can't go without revealing that you were
in Larson's house that night.
If I go down, so do you.
You stay away from me.
What do you have there? My files?
Are you crazy?
You're not getting out of here with those.
I said stay away from me.
Jesus. You are crazy.
I trusted you!
I thought you were my father's friend!
I drove over here to save you
and you trashed my place
to make it look like Quentin Cruz did it.
No. I had nothing to do with that.
Stop lying! I know it was you!
And you knew I was at Larson's the entire time
and you acted surprised.
I'd like to think it was because you wanted
to protect me, but no, now knowing
that you just wanted something on me.
You know what, it doesn't matter anymore
I'm going to the cops and turning myself in
right after I turn you in!
Annie, I don't have anything
because I wasn't there!
Annie? Geez. Where have you been?
I've been worried about you.
I've been calling you for the last two hours.
Are you okay?
-It's Miller. He did everything -
the blackmail, the murder...
-Shhh, it's gonna be okay.
[sniffs] It's not.
Look, I've done some pretty messed up things
and things you don't even know anything about.
It's okay. Whatever you did, it's okay.
♪
WHAT THE HELL, ANNIE!!!
I know I can't fix what I did and I'm sorry.
Here's all the evidence.
Miller's bank account withdrawals, the gun...
you can check it against the slugs that killed Larson.
-And I was about to put Jimmy Perreira
away for this and you said nothing!
Well, this is no laughing matter, Annie.
This goes way beyond impropriety.
I mean, we are talking criminal charges here!
Starting with obstruction of justice.
And let's just hope that they don't slap you with
an accessory to murder charge.
You know what I have to do, Annie.
Because of your father I will make the process
as easy as I can make it
but there is only so much I can do.
Now get the hell out of my office.
And don't come back!
[door opens and closes]
[sobbing]
[drinks being poured]
I appreciate you calling me over
to tell me this, Annie. At least now we know
who the mystery blonde is, right?
You'll be fine.
No, I'm not fine.
I lost everything that I ever worked for.
Not only may I get disbarred but
I may also get slapped with criminal charges!
Do you know what that means for Crystal?
We'll get you out of this mess.
Everyone's behind you.
I know George was hard on you today
but you know he's on your side.
And who better to have on your side
than the District Attorney himself?
Is Crystal already in bed?
No, um, she's over at my dad's.
I didn't feel comfortable with her staying here
ever since my place got trashed.
About Judge Miller, I spoke to George today
and it looks like he's getting off
due to lack of evidence.
What? Are kidding me? Lack of evidence?
What about the bank statements?
Or the gun? I mean,
I can't believe they're not pressing charges.
The gun didn't match.
It didn't?
-Doesn't sound like it.
And those withdrawals he made every few months
he said he was buying a lot of expensive artwork.
There's really no definitive proof
linking him to the blackmail or the murder.
You know, I wish we could've figured out
what those initials meant.
Then we could've linked Judge Miller to Larson
to the blackmail, and he wouldn't have
been able to wiggle his way out of that one.
Yeah. But we couldn't.
-You know...
I guarantee that there are answers in that house.
-Yeah? Well, they're releasing the house
back to Larson's sister tomorrow and
you legally can't work the case anymore anyway, so...
Yeah, I know. [sighs]
[doorbell rings]
Hey Annie, I really hate to ask, but do you mind
taking care of Hector for the night?
I have a date and you know what a baby he is
about staying home alone.
-No, of course. Come on, Hector.
-Thanks. I really owe you.
No, you don't. Who's the date?
Uh... MYOB.
MYOB?
Mind Your Own Business?
Remember what I said:
it's all about the acronyms?
Geez, Annie.. Seriously, sure it's not a problem
'cause I might not be home until late.
No, go and have fun.
All right. Bye, Hector.
-Say bye.
-I love you.
Let's go. Come on.
Oh! Here we go! Oh!
-Who was that?
It's Hector...
Hi, buddy.
[dog panting]
[recalling conversation]
I have a date and you know what a baby he is
Who's the date?
MYOB. Mind Your Own Business?
What?
TTYL. Talk to you later.
It's all about the acronyms, Annie.
Come on, get with the ages!
-You okay?
Annie? Hello?
Oh, my gosh.
I think I figured out what the initials could be.
What?
I have to go to Larson's
-Whoa, no. No way.
You can't go back to that house.
I have to. I understand if you don't want to
go with me but I have to get in that house.
Come on, Hector, let's go.
-Seriously? We bring him too?
-Yeah, well, he's gonna eat my shoes.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[car doors close]
[dog whimpers]
[keys jingle]
[door creaks open]
Okay. We're here.
So what exactly are you looking for?
-Larson's books.
-I thought you already checked those code books.
-I did, but I didn't really
pay much attention to the titles.
I have this idea... Ah!
[pages rustling]
Dang, I could have sworn...
[gasps]
-Find something?
-Yeah. Here it is.
[suspenseful music]
...so we won't have any problem with his case?
No. No problem. It's a felony gun charge.
I'll reduce it to a misdemeanor.
But this is the last time.
I can't believe we got him.
Yeah. Judge Miller won't be able to
weasel his way out of that one.
How'd you know?
-I didn't.. not until Danielle mentioned
the acronyms thing,
the MYOB thing or whatever it is
and then it just all clicked that Larson
had to have hid evidence in the house
in case the authorities came.
What better place to hide things than a book?
It's hidden in plain sight.
You don't know where it is
unless you know where to look.
So the letters "TOC" aren't necessarily
a person's initials.
They could be an acronym for anything
like the book title Tropic of Cancer
by Henry Miller.
Wow. Looks like you just found
the last piece of evidence they need
to put the good judge away.
Good work, Sagan.
-Thanks, Mark.
But where are you going?
We still have two more titles.
Um, I... S... SL.
Let's see...
SL.... SL.. oh, here it is!
Salem's Lot by Stephen King.
Uh-huh.
All right. So that means the King
would be the name of the guy
Larson was blackmailing, right?
-Yeah.
You know, there used to be a very
distinguished judge named Trevor King.
You think it could be him?
Maybe...
[gasps]
Wow. Judge King.
Never would have thought.
Okay. So what's the other one? Um, S.M.
Here it is. Silas Marner by George Eliot.
All right...
There's something wrong with this,
it's not fitting in. [snaps] Goddamn!
-Oh, no. Can your tech guys
find the information or something?
Yeah, sure.
But for now let's just get out of here.
-Okay. Yeah.
We finally figured it out.
Finally be able to prove it.
Ah. I wonder who that third man or...
or woman is.
Well, the last name of the person being blackmailed
would have to be Eliot, right?
Like in George Eliot.
-Right.
I don't know any judges by that name, do you?
It doesn't need to be a judge necessarily,
just someone who could fix a case...
a judge, cop, DA, anybody.
Yeah, then you're probably right.
Wait, wasn't there a lawyer named Eliot?
Yeah. A guy who wore a bowtie and glasses.
-Maybe.
Uh, no, I think Eliot was his first name.
-Uh, are you sure?
-Not really.
[sniffling and sighing]
Everything okay?
-Yeah. I just think I may have
left my cell phone at your place
so can we maybe swing by for it?
-Yeah. Of course.
[dog panting]
[sighs]
Man, I think my allergies are starting to kick up.
You have allergies?
Yeah. Sometimes.
I don't have my pills on me.
Can we just drop him at home?
[car doors open and close]
Come on, Hector. Come on.
Gotta go in here. Okay.
Come here. Come here.
Good boy. All right. Go in. Good job.
[sighs] Okay, while you're finding your phone
I'm going to check the directory and
try to figure out who George Eliot is.
I won't be able to sleep if I don't figure it out.
[sighs] Wait.
You know, maybe we're looking for a woman
since George Eliot was a woman.
And George Eliot was a pen name,
I'm pretty sure. Right?
Yeah. I learned it in school.
What was it? Um...
-I hate to ask, but could you please
do something about this dog?
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Come on Hector. Let's go.
Go back to your room. Let's go.
Go in, go in. Good boy.
Um. Where was I?
[Hector barking]
Pen name. Pen name. Pen name.
Right, right, right.
Okay, pen name, pen name...
You know what?
I bet it's in the preface of Silas Marner.
Let's see.
[dog barking]
Oh, yeah, here it is. Okay.
So George Eliot is the nom de plume
for Mary Anne Evans.
Huh. The only Evans I know is...
[dog barking]
[suspenseful music]
You...
Mark Evans.
You were the one being blackmailed by Larson
and you killed him?
[dog barking]
-Guilty.
[cocks gun]
Oh, come on, Annie. Larson was scum.
I did the world a favor getting rid of him.
Why? Why did you kill him?
It was one case. One.
Early in my career, I really needed the money
and his client was willing to pay my price.
That case got thrown out on a technicality.
Yeah, but after that he thought he owned me.
He had a tape of me accepting the bribe.
I just had to find it and get rid of it.
And him.
[gunshot]
That's what you were looking for
the night that you killed him.
You ransacked his house.. the tape.
Yeah. [exhales] What can I say?
I don't like to be owned by anyone.
And now thanks to you I found the evidence.
-No.
[rumble of grinder]
-No more evidence.
You're psycho.
I can't believe I didn't see it before.
I guess you were too busy
trying to cover your own ass.
Screw you.
-Ah, if only there were time.
[ominous music]
-So you knew I was the mystery blonde
the whole time.
-Yeah. [chuckles]
It was really funny how freaked out you got
when I took you back to the jazz club,
how you tried to change your appearance
so the waiter wouldn't recognize you.
You should've seen your face.
Thing was, I had been following Larson
all night after the charity event
and I saw you go into his house..
and I saw you leave.
And then I went in and killed him
and I set it up to look like Perreira did it.
Did you trash my place to make it look like
Quentin did it? Not Judge Miller?
-Yup. Guilty again.
Thing was, we were getting way too close for comfort
with that whole blackmail investigation
So I thought I'll just throw a wrench in those
tracks and just derail that train completely.
The problem was they found Cruz's body
way too soon.
His body? You killed Cruz too?
Yeah, I had to. After I saw the photos he took
of you and Larson on the night of the murder
I got worried he might have photos of me too.
But, don't worry, he didn't.
I made sure to search his place really well
before I killed him.
[dog barking]
So what are you planning on doing with me?
[dog barking]
I think suicide would make more sense.
Would you please stop that dog from howling?
You know what? maybe I should shoot-
-No! Stop! Okay. Look, I'll just...
can I just take him to Danielle's please.
-Are you serious?
Yes! It'll blow your cover if you kill him
and if he keeps barking, well,
the neighbors are gonna call the cops.
[dog barking]
Please.
[dog barking]
Fine. Do not do anything stupid.
I will be right behind you.
[door opens]
[light clicks on]
Okay. Come on, Hector.
I'm gonna put him in here.
Come on, Hector. Come on.
Good boy. Stay.
-All right. Come on.
Let's go over there.
[pills rattling]
Anti-depressants.
No one's gonna believe I committed suicide.
They'll believe it.
Start swallowing.
I'm just... can I write a note first?
Please.
Fine...
Go. Go.
[water running]
Okay. That's enough. Take the pills.
Please. Just...
Enough!!
[suspenseful music]
Faster.
Mark.. please, don't do this.
We still like each other, right?
Are you serious?
You think I'm gonna fall for that?
This dog...
[slashing sound]
[fast footsteps]
[screams] You're hurting me.
-Yeah, really?
[cocks gun]
No, no... don't.
You just need to go, okay?
The cops will be here any minute.
[laughs]
-I'm telling the truth.
Danielle has a motion-activated camera
and she probably saw that I was in trouble
and called the cops. Just go.
You are so full of shit, Annie!
You should get a gun for your own safety.
..made a point to get one.
I keep it in my nightstand and...
[laughing]
[frustrated growl]
[grunts]
[glass shatters ominous music]
Open the door, Annie!!
[gunshot]
[thuds against the wall]
[sobs]
[sirens getting closer]
[chatter on police radio]
Are you okay?
Yeah...
I guess.
Is he dead?
[somber music]
How are you feeling?
-Good, I guess.
'relieved' is probably the better word.
Any issues with work considering you were
there the night Larson got killed?
Well, the charges got dropped
so that's something.
Mm-hmm. Shouldn't you be happy?
I am. It's just..
I mean, that job was everything
I ever dreamed of, you know?
With everything I witnessed, it's...
it's not what I signed up for.
It's not the reason I went to law school.
It's definitely not the example
I want to set for my daughter.
Well, I'll tell you something.
There's no better example
you could have set for OUR little girl.
Yes, she's my little girl too.
But you're the greatest mom
she could ever have had.
I know your dad is proud of you.
Thanks.
[dog barking]
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