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Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry, Mr. Beachum.

Your Honor.

So the house was

completely surrounded...

within minutes of your arrival.

All four sides.

And neither you nor any other officer...

saw anyone go into or

come out of that house.

No.

And what happened next?

The bullet pierced

through the frontal cortex...

and the temporal lobe...

coming to rest on

the upper right side...

of her brain, against the skull.

And degree of injury?

It inflicted grievous

and irreparable injury.

Dr. Kang, is it safe to say...

that someone who

inflicted this kind...

of wound intended to kill?

Oh... a moment, uh...

Mr. Crawford?

Yes, Your Honor?

You might want to object.

The witness can't know

your state of mind.

Uh, no, thank you, Your Honor.

Proceed.

Sorry.

And after you put down your gun...

what did Mr. Crawford do?

He confessed to shooting his wife.

He confessed.

Now, did Mr. Crawford

appear confused...

intoxicated,

or impaired in any way?

No.

No, not at all.

He knew exactly what was going on.

Detective Nunally,

what did Mr. Crawford say?

He said:
"It was like

I just suddenly snapped.

"I got the gun and I shot my wife.

"I shot her in the head. "

Objection.

I'm sorry, Mr. Crawford,

did you say something?

Yes, I wish to object.

On what grounds?

I don't know.

Your Honor...

Um, I don't know what, uh,

you'd call it, but, uh...

they... It wasn't

the first time it happened either...

but, um...

I, um...

I don't know the... uh,

legal terminology.

Well, why don't you try and

explain it in layman's terms?

Um...

f***ing the victim.

Well, you said layman's terms.

Your Honor...

I'm sorry, Your Honor, but

what would you call it...

legally, when the officer

who arrested you was...

having sexual intercourse

with your wife?

You know, I think it's objectionable.

It's rather disgusting is

what I think, but, uh...

I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong.

Tss...

um, Rob?

Um...

Oh, sh*t.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Aah!

- Uhh!

- Aah!

Order. Order.

Just... Bailiffs... Order!

Order! Bailiffs! Please!

You lying son of a b*tch.

We're in recess.

He had my witness list...

and he should've filed to suppress.

My mistake. I'm sorry.

Mr. Crawford, you were warned.

You don't get to use that

as an excuse to play games.

Well, what about the

fact that it's true?

I mean, isn't that the point here...

to get to the truth?

Mr. Beachum, is it true?

I have no idea, Your Honor...

I just heard about it five minutes ago.

Put him back on the witness stand...

if you don't believe me.

This is getting out of hand,

Your Honor.

Now, he just provoked my witness...

with an outrageous allegation.

My Dick has evidence.

Excuse me?

My Dick, my private investigator.

I call him Dick.

Perhaps I should call him

as a rebuttal witness.

Uh, because since the tragedy...

um, he's dug up hotel

records and witnesses...

that confirm that my wife

and Mr. Nunally...

were having an affair.

My Dick is good.

Your Honor, so what if he was?

Mr. Beachum.

Even if he was...

Your witness was intimate

with the victim...

and assaulted the defendant

during the arrest.

Actually, while trying to obtain...

my so-called confession.

Yes.

Oh, come on.

Is that a legal argument,

"Oh, come on"?

Don't make me come across

this table 'cause I will...

I just want...

Your Honor, he dictated

and signed his confession...

at the station long after

the incident, all right?

In fear for my life,

since my wife's lover...

who had just beaten me...

uh, was in the room

with his friends...

and the other officers.

Was detective Nunally present...

during Mr. Crawford's interrogation?

Uh... he... he... he may

have been, I don't know.

Because if that is indeed the case...

the confessions,

both of them, are out.

If Nunally was there...

Mr. Crawford was under duress.

The confessions and

any evidence gathered...

while Mr. Nunally was present...

will all have to be excluded...

as "fruit of the poisonous tree. "

This... this is insane.

That's the Bible, isn't it?

The fruit of the tree and all that?

It's Matthew.

Or is it Mark?

He set all this up.

This is a setup.

I'm sorry, Mr. Beachum...

but I am not going to allow

coerced confessions...

in my courtroom.

Your Honor, do you think

I could go home now...

with Thanksgiving around the corner?

Unbelievable.

Don't push it, Mr. Crawford.

What I want to do

is I'm going to give...

Mr. Beachum a few days...

to come up with

some new evidence...

and if he can't then...

maybe you can go home.

So we will reconvene

on Monday morning.

I think that's all.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Farewell.

Didn't even have the guts

to come talk to me.

I was going to...

after I figured out...

uh!

How I was gonna handle it.

What makes you think

that's your decision?

You taking me off this case?

Your bags are already packed.

Just go.

Even if I find new evidence?

From where?

The evidence store?

What, are they open early

the day after Thanksgiving?

My witness lied to me.

Yes, because he could.

Because you weren't looking.

And I know why.

Your head was in the fast lane

on your big salary.

So you picked that

and what we do here...

is not very important anymore.

So that's what this is about, isn't it?

I'm not gonna be like

you in 20 years.

Hey, you be very careful.

You wanna judge me,

be my guest...

but this thing was a setup.

The confession, everything.

Maybe.

But it didn't have to turn

into a public humiliation...

for this office.

You walked in there unprepared.

You were arrogant and sloppy,

and you did damage.

How much, we don't even know yet.

And I noticed you didn't

even care to ask.

But don't worry yourself, Willy.

We'll clean up after you.

Bourbon.

All right.

So...

you got killed today.

Gotta admire the cleverness of it.

Oh, yeah?

Sure, give the devil his due.

So, what did Lobruto say?

Took me off the case.

Good.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

Damage control.

Look, you don't know this guy.

I had to fight with Burt today...

to stop him from firing you.

You want this, right?

Yeah.

Good.

I have to hang out here

another hour...

so...

I think you should go home.

And I'd like you to call me later.

Call me later.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

You, uh...

y... you don't have to go.

Yeah, I do.

No big family Thanksgiving?

No.

Well, I have to...

put in some face time

with mine, if you want.

All right.

Thanks.

Don't thank me yet.

Mr. Beachum, can I help you?

Look, please, Mr. Beachum!

I want it back.

I take complete responsibility

for what happened.

Although I do feel...

like it would have

happened to anyone.

But if I'd been paying attention...

it wouldn't happen to me.

I'm not giving you back this case...

so you can repair your ego.

Well, it's not just about my ego.

It's also about the fact

that, uh, this guy...

he's just enjoying all of this.

Enjoying this?

But that's not evidence.

Right, but...

someone's gotta put him away.

If you just give me a chance.

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