Making the Case: Creating the Lincoln Lawyer Page #7

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'Cos you lied to me.

You didn't send me the Roulet case.

-He asked for me.

-Okay, okay, that's true, man.

That's true...

But you know what I said?

'Haller's your man, go for Haller'.

I did that for you.

You lied to me once.

So what? Do you think

I would lie about this?

Give me a little respect,

give me a little credit.

I'm not gonna lie about

this kind of sh*t.

The police checked the tracer

that you put on Roulet.

It says he was no way

near Frank's house.

-So maybe it wasn't him, Mick.

-No.

So maybe it wasn't him.

Nobody can beat the tracer, huh?

It was him. Roulet killed Frank.

-Val, it was Roulet.

-I don't like...

I don't like the way you're

following me...

I don't like the way you

corner me, man.

I don't like the way you're

talking to me, okay?

Roulet killed Frank, Val.

What do you think? You think I cut the

kid loose, so he could murder Frank?

Crazy Roulet killed Frank!

Mick, I'm sorry about Frank,

but I didn't do it, man.

You're the only one

that could've taken it off him.

Being married to you sucked.

But being your car service...

Maggie.

Yeah?

You know what I used to

be afraid of, Maggie?

Yeah... me.

That I wouldn't recognise

the innocents.

That they'll be right there in front

of me, but I just wouldn't see it.

Yeah.

You know, when I talked to Minton...

guilty or not guilty,

just as innocent, you know?

You know what I'm afraid of now?

Evil.

Pure evil.

Maggie...

did I get Frank Levin killed?

Micky, no.

Uh-huh! Go to sleep.

New message, yesterday, 11:07 am.

Mick, it's me,

I tried you on your cell...

Sorry to interrupt your date

with Hayley, but...

you asked me to do some

digging... on Roulet?

Well, I might have found

Martinez's ticket, Micky.

His ticket out of Quentin.

-Uh...

-Your dog...

Someone's at the door.

Look, you go and you have

a good time with Hayley.

And I'll fill you in when

I know it's for sure.

I gotta go.

-Detective Sobel.

-Sobel, Mick Haller here.

Listen, I just checked my messages.

It turns out, Frank called

me just before he was killed.

The message came in at 11:07.

He said he found something.

Something that could help

an old client of ours

get out of prison.

Okay, who's the client?

Jesus Martinez. He's in San Quentin.

Okay, did he say anything else?

Yeah, he made a joke.

Uh... he said something about

finding Martinez's ticket out

of the queue, alright.

And then someone came to the door.

That's when he hung up.

Alright listen,

whoever came to the door...

that's your killer.

Okay, you get me a copy of the tape.

I'm gonna get it to you right away.

How is it going with the case?

You getting somewhere?

Yeah, uh... we did catch a break.

We found a bullet casing in

the room from a .22.

That's good, Frank Levin owned a .22.

You'll find it registered to him.

Yeah, we did. Yeah... but uh...

-It wasn't a Woodsman.

-A what?

A Colt Woodsman.

It's an old antique job.

That's the gun that killed him.

Morning, Mick.

It's too bad about Frank Levin.

Got any idea who did it?

Yeah, I'm pretty certain I do.

Mr. Talbot.

You were with Ms. Campo on

the night of March 6th.

Yupe. We went on a date

to the Association.

Then I took her back to her place.

For another date.

And, did you have sexual relations?

About four hundred bucks worth.

And she earned every single cent.

What time did you leave her apartment?

Oh, I don't know uh...

about 5 minutes before 10?

Did she say whether she

had another appointment?

Oh, no, no, she acted like

she was done for the night.

Objection, your honour.

I don't think Mr. Talbot's qualified

to interpret

Ms. Campo's thinking or plans.

I mean, she acted satisfied.

Sustained. Go on, Mr. Minton.

When you left, Mr. Talbot,

what condition was she in?

Was she hurt?

No, she was fine.

She did not look like this?

Man.

What kind of sick bastard

that did something like that?

Answer the question.

No.

No, we made pleasurable

and consensual love.

I mean that's what life's

all about, right?

That I paid her.

Mr. Talbot, are you a right handed?

Or left handed?

Left.

-Left?

-Yeah.

Isn't it true that before you left

Ms. Campo's apartment...

She asked you to repeatedly strike

her in the face with your left fist?

Your honour, Mr. Haller's

just muddying

the water with outrageous statements.

Part of the defense theory,

your honour.

The witness can answer.

I'm sorry.

Can you repeat the question?

This is by your hand, isn't it,

Mr. Talbot?

Admit it, this whole thing

is a set-up.

By you and Ms. Campo.

Framing my client,

Louis Roulet, isn't it?

I never hit her. Or any other woman,

you understand?

Do you know a prostitute named

Shaquille Barton?

Working name is uh...

Shaquilla Shackles?

Yeah, yeah, I seen her once.

And if I brought her in here,

and she say 'Yes, Mr. Talbot,

he... he did strike me'.

-With his left fist, in my face?

-She'd be lying.

I tried Shaquilla once.

I'm not into that rough stuff.

I'm a missionary man.

With a strong left.

Am I on trial here?

Not yet.

Good afternoon, detectives.

What can I do for you?

This warrant is bullshit.

Well, it's good enough

to search your house.

It would've been smart if you'd

told me that you had a Woodsman?

There's one registered to you.

Let's go for a drive.

Alright.

Let's bag the box.

Can't do ballistics on a box, can you?

Modern technology.

So uh, why didn't you

report this stolen?

I don't know.

Maybe I should have.

You think?

Still and all, we're gonna have

a look around the place, huh?

Go crazy. You got the warrant.

Alright, start with the couch.

Sir?

Stand up.

Hey, you know,

we got a history on the piece.

Turns out,

it once belonged to Micky Cowen,

the gangster from the '40s?

I know. My father,

he uh... represented him.

Got him off for using it

for self defence, so...

Micky made him the present of it.

Nice present.

Pearl handle, collectors' piece.

How sweet.

You know, that uh...

that Micky Cowen shooting...

It's... it's pretty famous.

It turns out that the county,

still has the evidence on storage.

The bullet.

You can match the casing from

a slug that's 50 years old?

It would be easier with

the gun, but...

Yeah.

How long will ballistics take?

Hey, Mick.

I got something for you.

You asked me to find

out that witness' name.

Is it Corliss?

Dwayne Geoffrey Corliss. Right.

He's just low life type.

Not much came up.

But, sometimes he goes by DJ.

With punctuation! And when

you read it that way...

tell me.

Well, he's played the

courtroom snitch a lot.

Here and in Arizona.

Both times,

they got him early release.

Alright, this could be good.

All I gotta do is find him.

They put him on a pre-trial

rehab at USC.

I just got lucky.

There she is.

How are you, sweety?

You alright?

Alright, listen.

I'm actually not in here about you.

I need you to do something for me.

Keep moving!

Let's go, let's go!

Stay on the wall, all the way down!

That's the bucks, boys, let's go.

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