Making the Case: Creating the Lincoln Lawyer Page #3

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from your son, Mrs. Windsor.

You can give him the money,

he can write the cheque.

But it must come from him.

He's my client.

And I have to be clear from the start.

I can't thank you enough

for being here.

Sincerely, it's good to know

that you're gonna be there.

When we need you.

But not now? Is that it?

No, ma'am. The DA can make you

testify about what you hear.

Attorney priviledge does

not cover you.

I'll see you at home.

She's not used to being

told what to do.

I can believe that.

So, how fast can I go to trial?

I want this behind me.

Are you sure?

You can stretch it out

and enjoy your freedom.

-Most clients choose to...

-Guilty... clients, you mean.

Okay, then I insist on

going to trial right away.

Or perhaps,

it never goes to trial at all?

My firm can bring uh...

considerable influence to bear.

Oh, don't kid yourself, Cecil.

There's no way the state's

dropping these charges.

As a matter of fact,

they've already upped them

to pro-negotiating position.

There won't be any negotiating.

No plea bargain, no nothing.

I'm not going to jail

for something I didn't do.

I'm innocent.

And if there is a trial, I wanna

take the stand and tell the jury...

that I'm innocent.

Now, if that's a problem,

we can part company right now.

Time to tell me what happened.

I was having a drink at

the Association.

The Association?

It's the bar on 6th street...

The one with a lot of young women?

Right. Good for pick-ups.

What's the file say

about the girl, Frank?

Uh... Regina Campo.

Known as Reggie, 26 years old.

Part time actress,

part time office temp.

And hoping to retire after

suing my client.

Did you know her before

last night, Louis?

No. I've seen her around, but...

We never spoke. She was

always with another guy.

Last night too.

I got it that she wasn't too

into her date.

She brushed by me on

her way to the bathroom.

And she basically just laid her

address on me, on a napkin.

She said she could get rid

of him by 10.

Do you still have it?

What she wrote down?

No, I didn't keep the napkin.

Check that file. See if the

police report has any of this.

Frank here has already

worked us a little miracle.

He uh... happened to score us

a copy of the discovery file.

Everything the DA has.

They would have had

to turn it over eventually,

but it would've taken a while.

No, they don't have the other guy.

They don't even have the bar.

So, what? All they've got is

Louis shows up at her apartment...

and she gets beaten?

That is such bullshit.

Just keep telling me your story.

Okay.

I got there early.

And uh, waited until he came out.

Did you see what he was driving?

A blue mustang.

Alright, so he comes out, you go in?

She saw it was me.

And opened the door.

Uh... the hallway was tight.

So I had to...

walk pass her, you know...

So, she closed the door.

So my back was to her and um...

that was it.

-What was it?

-She hit me with something.

I got down...

and everything got black fast.

Show me where she hit you.

Right here.

Still hurts.

And that blow knocked you out?

Next I know, 2 faggots were

sitting on me. Holding me down.

Police report has it, homosexual

couple from across the hall.

They're dressed like faggots.

I stand corrected.

F*ggot couple from across the hall.

Go on, Louis.

I was still foggy when the cops came.

My name's Officer Maxwell, I just

need to ask you a few questions.

-Can you tell me your name, please?

-Reggie Campo.

Do you know this gentleman?

-You met him before?

-No!

And that's when I saw she'd set me up.

-Set it up, how?

-She put blood on my hand.

My left hand.

He said he was gonna rape me.

And kill me.

And then he said he was gonna

come back here and rape me again.

You said she left the door

open a crack.

Did you happen to see her face?

Not all of it.

Mainly her eye.

Wait, her left eye?

Yes.

Alright, so she already

had the injuries

to the right side of her face...

She opens the door...

conceals that from him.

And as he enters,

she... she clobbers him.

So, our case is what?

She beat herself up?

If she already had the injuries...

she either did just that or

she had a boyfriend do it.

She must have. I mean, she saw

Louis' Maserati... his watch.

It's known the family has money.

I'll weight you should be filing in

civil court the moment this is over.

Let's hear the police report.

How's Reggie telling?

Okay, according to the victim...

she was at home alone when the suspect

presented himself at the door...

as someone she knew.

Upon letting him in,

she was immediately struck.

Does it say, he knocked her down?

Yes, there was a

struggle that continued

from the hallway to the stairs.

He held the victim by the neck...

and forced her down.

Suspect maintained the position...

behind her...

holding a knife against

the left side of her throat.

That's not my knife.

Are his prints all here, Frank?

Well, stands to reason,

if she put blood on his hand...

she put his prints on the knife.

I just told you though,

that isn't my knife.

Keep talking Frank.

As Ms. Campo ran for the stairs...

they fought and she kept

the intruder backwards.

Realising her attacker had her

cornered she fought free and...

seized a nearby bottle of vodka.

And that's when she clogged him.

That's her story.

Those are all lies.

Look, if everything

she's saying is a lie...

Then, this is going to

be the easiest case, ever.

But you swear, it's all lies?

All of it?

Are you sure there's not anything...

that you're not telling me?

Nothing.

Why did he choose you, Mick?

Rich kid, spoiled as sh*t...

never heard the word 'no'...

Yeah, but the damn thing is,

the way he tells his story, Frank.

Just quite enough to be true.

I don't know, Mick.

This kid feels wrong to me.

But, I'll check out his story.

All of it. You know the rules.

Start at the Association bar.

And then, this Regina Campo.

The way he said she came on to her...

sounds like a pro.

Yeah, write it down.

Also, Mr... uh... Mr. Mustang?

Alright, now I still don't get

how that works.

What? He and Reggie got into some

rough train then he punched her?

Unless he was in on it.

Meaning... he hit her afterwards?

Bingo.

Jesus, Mick, are you starting

to think Louis is innocent?

He just might.

Besides, you know, my father always

said about an innocent client.

No, I've never heard this. Hi...

He said 'there's no client

as scary as an innocent man'.

That's right.

'Cos if you screw up and

he goes to prison...

you're never gonna be able

to live with yourself.

So, there's only one verdict

you can put on the board, baby...

and that's an NG.

What do you say, Mags?

Frank, if you let a man drive

home in this condition...

I think that I can charge you both.

I'll take him to his house.

How are you gonna get home?

Earl could pick up the

car for me in the morning.

I came with friends. Whoo!

-Later.

-Thank you, baby!

No, no, I got this.

I insist.

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