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prompt defense attorney

failed to report

to a pre-trial hearing.

Authorities are asking anybody

with any information

to contact the number

on the screen.

This is melissa applegate.

Detective pritchard.

I can come in 45 minutes.

Text me the address.

I'll be there.

That's page one.

That's how he looked

last night.

Page two. That's how

he looked this morning.

- Give me something.

- Give you what?

Give me something that

helps me get to de la cruz.

You know, in the real world

all of us can't wear a gun

and hide behind

a badge, you know?

- Let me help you, stone.

- You can't help me.

Maybe I can get to him

before he gets to you.

I think that sounds like

a pretty sweet deal.

I'm a dead man walking.

- You jake?

- You a cop?

No, I'm not.

How would I know if you are?

Why would I be here

if I was a f***ing cop?

- Come on, man.

- What, are you looking

for trouble?

I don't wanna cause

any problems. I'm here

to handle some problems.

I'm looking to solve

my own trouble.

Well, that's too bad,

'cause I got plenty of trouble.

It just depends.

I got big trouble.

Something smaller.

Something like this?

Anything with

a little less flash?

But if I was a suggestion man,

which oftentimes I am...

I'd say this is something

you're looking for.

De la cruz says

do your f***ing job,

or you end up like your friend.

Now I know this is hard,

mrs. Lopez, but please,

can you tell the jury

what you were doing

- before you were attacked?

- I was sleeping,

and I woke up,

and he had a knife

to my throat.

I screamed...

But he didn't stop.

It's okay. You're doing good.

He told me if I screamed,

that he would kill me.

And what happened next?

I told him,

"please don't kill me.

- I don't wanna die."

- And what did he do?

He took off my clothes.

It's okay. He can't hurt you.

No further questions.

Court will recess for lunch.

When we return, we will resume

with your cross-examination

of this witness, mr. Stone.

Oh, for the love of god,

please tell me

you got something.

Am I the best or am I the best?

Hey, you are the best.

Now tell me,

what am I looking at here?

The smoking gun.

The silver bullet.

The nail in the coffin.

Or actually, it's more like

the crowbar that

pulls the nails out

of the coffin.

Okay okay, I get it,

I get it, I get it.

What exactly am I looking at?

Incident report, rape kit,

hospital records...

it's all right there.

You are the best.

No trauma.

Perfect. Thank you so much.

- Hello?

- Mr. Stone.

To ensure that you

fulfill your obligations,

I decided to provide you

with a little motivation.

When the verdict is read,

proceed to your residence

with mr. Torres.

If any law enforcement

is involved,

your precious friend here

will suffer the consequences.

When will you get a conscience

and start doing

the right thing?

Not now, sergeant pritchard.

Please.

- Not now, huh?

- Not now!

- Did you not hear me?

- Oh, I heard you.

Boy, hope that day comes soon.

Sergeant pritchard.

Yeah?

326 market street.

You may proceed, mr. Stone.

Thank you, your honor.

Mrs. Lopez, were there any cuts

found on you

the night of the murder?

I don't remember.

Okay.

There was no blood

that was found

in the bed either.

Now if you had been cut,

or he put a knife

up to your throat,

wouldn't there be some blood

that was found

in the bed, mrs. Lopez?

How is it that

if he put the knife

up to your throat,

and it didn't scratch you,

it didn't cut you,

how is it that you woke up?

I'm a light sleeper.

So you expect

this jury to believe

that you're

such a light sleeper

that you slept through

an intruder trying

to break in to your home,

but when a guy

gets close to you,

puts a knife up to your throat

that doesn't cause a scratch,

that doesn't draw

any blood or anything

you just woke up?

Where was your wallet,

mrs. Lopez?

I don't remember.

What about your jewelry?

Your rings? Your earrings?

I don't remember.

Then why is it

that he only took...

One diamond earring?

With all that jewelry,

all that money,

- why not take more?

- I don't know.

Let's talk about the rape kit.

Why weren't there

any signs of trauma

found on the rape kit?

I don't know.

It sounds to me like a story...

From a woman without a way out.

Mrs. Lopez...

It's gotta be tough

to stay that strong.

It's gotta be tough

to wake up every morning

and to lie to yourself,

to tell yourself

that it's gonna be okay,

things are gonna be all right.

The truth is, mrs. Lopez,

your husband beat on you.

Your husband physically

and mentally abused you

over and over and over again.

And every day you woke up,

you took it. Am I correct?

- No.

- So your husband

never laid a hand on you?

He never physically

abused you?

- Never.

- Did your husband

- physically abuse you?

- Never.

I'd like to present

to the court exhibit 4.

Mrs. Lopez, is it true

that on june 22nd

at 9:
23 p.M. You called 911,

and you said that your husband

had assaulted you...

hit you in the head,

kicked you in the stomach

- and used deadly force?

- That's not true.

- Your husband beat you.

- He abused you.

He raped you over and over.

He went in night after night

and you had no choice

but to give it to him!

You killed your husband.

You were trying

to protect yourself.

It's okay, you don't have

to fight it anymore.

You did what you had to do.

And now you have to do

something else...

you have to tell the truth.

You have to, so my client...

so my client can be free.

And so the world

can know that justice...

That justice was

served here today.

Please, tell the truth.

- You killed

alberto lopez.

No, that's wrong!

Okay, that's not the truth.

I did it! I did it!

I f***in' raped her!

I f***ing killed him!

I f***ing killed him!

I f***ing killed him!

- Order!

- I killed him!

I did it, okay?

I f***ing killed him

and I'd do it again!

No further questions,

your honor.

Hey.

Hi.

You got everything packed?

I don't know

if we should do this.

Well, do you trust me? Okay?

But you don't know him.

You're with me.

When is he coming home?

Tomorrow morning.

- I love you.

- Love you too.

Alberto!

- "Alberto" what, b*tch?

- It's not what you think!

You're sucking

somebody else's dick

in my bed.

What the f*** do you think

I'm supposed to think, huh?

The f*** are you

gonna do, motherf***er?

Get up. Get up, motherf***er.

- Please please, I beg of you.

- You stupid f***ing b*tch.

F***in' b*tch!

- Die, motherf***er!

- Alberto!

I'm not your property.

You gonna shoot me, b*tch?

I'm not your property.

- I'm not your property!

- Come here. Come here.

I'm not your property!

It's over, okay?

Now I need you

to do everything that

I tell you to do, okay?

- Okay?

- Okay, baby.

- You got it?

- God, I love you.

- I love you too.

- I love you.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, your honor.

The bailiff

will take the verdict.

What say the jury?

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