Making the Case: Creating the Lincoln Lawyer Page #5

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-Hey...

You want a beer?

A cold beer. Scotty!

-Yeah, Mick.

-Oh, we could share this.

No, I'm good.

Alright, alright.

We swapped spits before.

Tell me about your uh...

your buddy, Minton.

Who says he's my buddy?

Well, he was saying that

you were good.

With that guy, Corliss, right?

Yeah.

How did you know?

You'll take the guy's head off

first down.

Hope so. So what uh...

Ted talked to you about Corliss?

No, no, I sent him to Ted.

He thought I was on the case

because I'm his first appearance.

But I should not be

telling you any of this.

No, I knew.

Look, I knew a guy like Minton

wouldn't have bothered

putting a jailhouse snitch

on the stand.

I mean, that's what he is, right?

Can we just have a friendly

beer and not talk about work?

Let's grab a table up back

and grab something to eat.

We can talk about our daughter?

Okay.

Yeah.

I bet she didn't know 3D

movies could be so much fun.

I was watching her.

-Filling the cup.

-Right.

Yeah.

Hey, you didn't know Minton had

Corliss 'til I blabbed, did you?

I knew he was on at something.

Screw it, I'm not gonna defend Minton.

He fights too dirty.

-Is this from Maggie McPherson?

-Hey. ...

You know there are lines

I won't cross.

Don't you?

Can you give me a lift?

{whispering] She's gonna wake

up and she's gonna see us here.

{whispering] It's not fair.

How did she get in here?

She comes in when she has nightmares.

How often does she have nightmares?

Don't start.

You don't know what it's like

to raise a child alone.

I'll leave. Come back in an hour...

we'll go together to

pick up your car...

Then, I can take Hayley to school.

Just like that? You're gonna

start taking her to school?

Do you remember what we

talked about last night?

Yes, I remember what we

talked about last night.

But I thought you were

just trying to get

my head into your case

or get me in bed.

Can't live with you, can I?

No, you can't. Not when

you're being a defense lawyer.

Not when I'm trying to keep

dirt bags off the streets.

And you keep putting them there.

-Heard it all before, Mag!

-Hm-hm.

Donna Renteria.

Oh, man, they have my

picture everywhere, man.

They're gonna bring me in anyway,

so I'm liked f***ed.

But you told Kurlen you were in her

apartment, right? He didn't have that.

-No, no...

-He didn't have it.

He didn't even have any prints.

No, but that's just... it was true...

I saw her LaZona Beso...

and she said, if I paid her more

money than the other guy...

then we can go to her place.

Nobody saw any other guy.

There was another guy!

It was uh... it was uh...

a white guy. He was right by the bar.

The coroner says her vagina

was brutalised.

Are you my lawyer, man?

-I'm trying to be.

Look, when I left,

that chick was fine.

Look, I slept with her, okay.

I did, but I didn't hurt her.

I promise.

Three people saw you throw

a knife into the LA river, huh.

-Huh? Help me.

-I had that knife in my car.

I knew they were gonna find it, man.

They were gonna pin it on me.

I know!

Look, if all you did was have

sex with her...

then why didn't you

leave any prints, huh?

I mean the place was wiped down clean.

I didn't wipe it down, though!

You left semen on the towel?

You remember that?

Did you forget the towel?

No! I didn't forget anything man!

I just used that towel,

I paid her and I left.

That defense ain't gonna make.

-Dude, don't say that!

-It won't make, man.

There's not a chance in

hell with that defense.

-You know what they're asking for?

-What?

They want the death penalty, man.

They wanna take your ass down.

They wanna burn you, man.

Listen.

I can see to it that,

that never... happened.

But not if you don't plead.

Oh, you want me to say I did it?

There's a deal to be made here.

And I can do it.

I can get you life.

Now, life means you're paroled in 15.

It keeps the needle

out of your arm, man.

It's our only play, man.

This parole... you know what it means?

That means I didn't do it!

That's the best I can get

for you, man.

I don't wanna go to jail for

something I didn't do, man.

You know what's that's

gonna do to my mom, bro?

I ain't going to jail for

something I didn't do, bro!

Come on, man.

Please help me, bro. Please help me.

bCalifornia State Prison San Quentin/b

I'm not gonna ask how you are,

'cos I know.

No, bro.

You don't know.

But I need to ask you some

questions, Jesus.

Oh, questions?

Now?

You know what? You didn't ask

me a lot of questions back then.

You never asked me,

'Did you kill her?'

No.

Please, I'm trying to make this right.

I need you to tell me what

happened at the

LaZona Beso bar that night,

one more time.

Please.

She was workin'.

I liked her.

You know, out of the bat, I liked her.

I know she was the one, you know.

You know, she caught my eye.

They were going around in

a little circle, you know.

She was acting all cute and sh*t.

Listen, I don't know how this

works out, you know...

I don't know...

No, it's fine. You wanna dance?

Yeah, I wanna dance.

I can give you a private dance.

I picked her.

I asked her to dance for me.

And we started talking.

You know, she said...

I could take her home.

So, how much for me to come over?

Well, usually I charge a thousand.

But for you...

$300, 'cos you're sexy.

And she was good, man, yeah.

So I did.

But I ain't kill her.

You said there was another guy, right?

Yeah.

She was talking to him.

And then she came back to me.

Okay.

I got some pictures, alright?

Some mug shots.

Jesus, see if you can ID...

that other guy at the club.

Tell me if you recognise him.

No.

How about this guy, Jesus?

Recognise him?

Uh-uh.

Okay, take your time.

Yeah, yeah. This guy?

Is this the other guy?

Is this guy in the club that night?

Guard!

-Jesus.

-You know who it was?

-Is this the other guy?

-Why you play me, bro?

Why are you bothering me

with this anymore?

-Jesus, is that the guy?

-What does it matter, man?

I'm right here.

Right where you wanted me, bro!

Is this the guy? This is the guy?

You know what? I don't trust you, dog!

Jesus, I'm trying to make it right!

-I never will!

-Interview's over.

Okay, that's my boy, that's my boy...

Get out of here, yeah!

Hey! You okay?

Where've you been today?

I've been trying to call you.

I've been to San Quentin.

To see Jesus Martinez.

About what happened after...

He left Donna Renteria's apartment.

-After he killed her?

-He didn't kill her, Frank.

He went there.

He had sex.

Flushed the condom down the toilet.

Wiped his his prick on a pink

towel and then he went home.

But he didn't kill her.

Come on, Mick, we've been

through this a hundred times.

The real killer...

She let's him in.

Maybe uh... he faked like

he was Martinez's friend

and acted like he had an appointment.

Like the guy in the bar?

Right. He comes in. He punches her.

He tries to snuff her out.

She's not gonna be lucky

like Reggie Campo.

'Cos this time,

the b*tch pulls a knife.

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