Making the Case: Creating the Lincoln Lawyer Page #4

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What?

Moonlight becomes you.

You're not doing me any good, Haller.

Hey, Mick!

Jesus, Frank. What couldn't wait?

Wanna watch a movie?

We caught a break.

The owner had a camera system

set up last month.

I had the... security tape

transferred to a disk.

So I could manipulate...

I know this place.

Alright, there's our boy, Louis.

And I would like you to meet...

Ms. Reggie Campo.

And there's... Mr. Mustang.

Are you sure?

I wouldn't have popped a grand

for the tape if I wasn't sure.

Now, watch.

Reggie gets up,

goes to the ladies room...

Mr. Mustang chats up the bartender.

So that's where he goes...

and give Reggie her chance...

watch her.

Wait, that's not how he said

it went down.

He said she gave him

her address on a napkin.

Okay, hold on, hoss... hold on...

Let her go pee. Okay, here she comes.

There's your napkin.

Now, watch this.

She and Mr. Mustang decided

it's time to split...

Look, look... look at his hand.

Look at his watch.

So he's left handed. That's no good.

Facial blows are from the left.

This guy's right handed.

Mick, you haven't been

drinking enough.

You said you knew the Association?

You would realise, this shot is

into the mirror behind the bar.

'Cos that's where the owner set up the

camera so he could watch his register!

Everything is backwards.

And Mr. Mustang punches with his left.

Yeah... you proud of yourself, Frank?

I really, really am.

But not just about this.

That feeling I had about Reggie?

That she was selling it?

I did a little bit of research...

she's our girl.

You tell me the cops don't have this?

How can they? There's only

one and it's not a copy.

Then make a copy.

What? You're gonna give

it to the prosecutor?

Yeah, a new guy named, Ted Minton.

He's gonna hand over

the discovery file.

Oh, poor bunny.

He's not gonna know what hit him.

How long 'til you think

your man's back?

I don't know.

Probably just a few more minutes.

Mr. Haller.

-There he is.

-Sorry to keep you waiting.

-The discovery file.

-I hope this will be worth your while.

Kinda light.

You have somewhere we can play this?

What else do you have?

What else do I have?

Come on, Minton.

Let's cut the bullshit here.

Alright? Not only your

so-called victim a prostitute...

but I have her soliciting

my guy on video.

You think the jury's gonna see this...

and think he had to rape her at

knife point just to have sex with her?

No.

Are you listening to what I'm saying?

Yes and it doesn't change the

offer I'm prepared to make.

Offer?

You going forward?

We will drop down to

assault with the deadly.

Attempted sexual battery.

Guidelines put that on...

What am I missing here?

Hey, Frank!

What's up?

Look here.

These files look identical to me.

Alright, there's something we're

missing and we're not seeing it.

Well, here's the discovery file I got

from my clerk in the DA's office.

And this is the one I got from Minton.

-Reggie Campo.

-Reggie.

-Here's the door chain.

-Uhm-hmm.

Come on. It's the same.

Wow... wow... wow...

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

Son of a b*tch.

They switched up the files.

This is a different knife.

Hm-hm...

I've been taking care of this

guy for 10 years.

And he set me up.

Well, he's off the Christmas list.

He's on the sh*t list.

-Good shot, Eddie!

-Thank you, Jack.

Looks a little short to me.

You guys finish up.

I'll see you later.

-They've closed down anyway.

-Alright.

Louis.

So, what happened? Did you see Minton?

Oh, I saw him.

We need to talk.

You lied to me, Louis.

You didn't tell me you were

paying Reggie Campo for sex.

I don't go lookin' surprised. Could've

easily told me that in Cecil's office.

I don't want my mother to find out.

Cecil tells her everything.

Oh, so you decided to keep

from me the one thing...

that could've made this trial go away?

-Huh?

-Is that what Minton said?

-No more trial?

-I said 'could have'.

If that had been the only

lie you told me.

What do you mean?

Recognise that?

It's a picture of your knife.

The one you had on you

when you went to Reggie's.

The one the cops have.

That's why Ted Minton didn't focus

to answer sh*t, why should he?

When he's got a knife

with her blood and your initial?

That wasn't the knife that was

in the file.

That's right, it wasn't.

The file Frank got is what

we call a 'loaded deck'.

The cops use it to set us up. To make

us think they didn't have anything.

When in fact, they've got enough

to put your golf playing ass

away for 20 years, big boy.

Why did you lie about the knife?

Louis, why would you lie

about anything?

Everything you tell me's confidential.

Attorney client priviledges.

Alright, I didn't lie. I said the

knife in the picture wasn't mine.

I said it twice and

nobody listened to me.

What are you now? The goddamn lawyer?

You said it wasn't yours...

what you should've said was

'I had a knife, Mick'.

'But this isn't it'.

You brought a weapon to a

meeting with a prostitute.

You tell me,

how the hell am I supposed

to make that look like she set you up?

I... did not do this.

It's custom made.

It's a razor tip.

It's got your initials engraved...

on the handle.

I always carry it.

We show homes to people we don't know!

There's one time...

my mother was showing a place.

It was in Bel Air, so she

thought it was okay to go alone.

-He was there.

-Who was there?

The man who raped her.

When she didn't come back...

I went to the house and found her.

That's when she stopped

showing property.

And I started carrying a knife.

Always.

-Your mother will have to testify.

-No, no, I don't want that.

I don't give a damn what you want.

You wanna stay out of this sh*t

house, you do exactly as I tell you...

from now on, you got it?

-Hey...

-Hey...

Success. We had fun.

-Got her?

-Oh yeah.

At least you did one thing right, huh?

We did a couple.

Good night.

Well, look who's come calling.

Detective Kurlen.

Hey, you been to San Quentin, lately?

See our boy, Martinez?

I asked you something.

How's Martinez doing up there? He made

the pucker-up and kiss me team?

I haven't talked to him.

Right, I guess once they

plead guilty and go down,

you don't have much use for 'em, huh?

But uh...

he's away forever, right?

He got life, yeah.

So, he'll be out in 15.

Too bad, 'cos his victim,

Donna Renteria, she's dead forever.

How does someone like

you sleep at night?

With all the scum you represent?

Hey, Kurlen.

Come here a second.

I had a client once.

He uh... decapitated his ex wife.

-Kept her head in the refrigerator.

-Nice, sweet.

The DA got greedy.

Tried to pile on 2 unsolved murders...

Tricked up the evidence,

to make it look like my guy did it.

But you got your boy off.

And he's out walking around

now, right?

-Well, f*** you, Haller.

-No, f*** the DA.

And the cops who helped him.

It's called the justice system,

Kurlen.

It's not the way it's supposed

to work.

Well, look who's here?

-Kids... Maggie.

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