Reckless

Previously on Reckless:

Lee Anne Marcus never provided proof that anything

but consensual sexual activity took place.

There's no proof yet that my client was drugged,

but that doesn't mean she wasn't.

I actually fell in love with you.

No one would ever have to know.

There's a shipment on its way to the U.S. of A.

$15 million.

You're absolutely certain no one knows you're undercover?

I'm sure.

Your father was the best city attorney Charleston ever had.

We can't.

Roy Rayder.

Lexi Simms.

Now, how long has it been?

I can't count the years on my fingers.

Wow.

Law degree, tailored suit.

It's hard to believe you're that same punk

who spiked the spring formal punch with absinthe.

You dated that punk.

So, I heard you made bail.

You've been following my case?

Yeah.

Hostess found dead at the Raven's Den Club.

Gun found at the scene belonged to one of the other hostesses...

I didn't do it, Roy.

I believe you.

It does not look good, Lexi.

They set me up.

They're circling the wagons.

I can't do it alone.

I thought Reggie Firenzi was representing you.

He was...

Till last night.

He cornered me in his office, tried to throw himself on me.

Happens a lot in my line of work.

We didn't exactly end things cordially.

I know you've got a million things going on,

but if...

When does the trial start?

That's the thing, um...

Tomorrow morning.

Whew.

I'm desperate, Roy.

Then I'm there.

I take it you didn't call me out here to go shrimping.

You got more intel on Russ Waterman?

Yeah. The shipment's on a Russian freighter right now.

Carrying 2,000 Krinkov subcompact assault weapons.

- Whew. - Unmarked, brandnew.

This is the biggest bust in Charleston history.

With the right timing, we could take down McCandless

and his two buddies, Frank and Clint.

Waterman's the cherry on top.

Who's the buyer?

I keep hearing a name tossed around, "Burnside"?

shipment will be here in three days.

I'm giving them some potential deal locations,

gaps in our patrols.

It's a cell phone wire.

It'll transmit everything you hear and say directly to my office

with GPS coordinates to boot.

If they find out what this is,

they're gonna put a slug through my brain,

toss me in the Cooper River.

This is a multimillion-dollar gun trafficking operation.

They're gonna be risks.

What's your gut say?

Good to go?

Yeah. I've been someone I'm not for far too long.

It's time for this to end.

As hostesses, we serve drinks, cut cigars,

make sure the men feel...

comfortable.

So you work for tips, correct?

And other perks, if you play your cards right.

Tell me, Kaylee, is there ever competition

between the hostesses for male attention?

All the time.

And was the defendant ever involved in these fights?

Lexi started half of 'em.

If she had her hooks in a guy,

she'd threaten anyone who even smiled at him.

Did you ever witness the defendant fighting with the victim?

Yes, I heard Lexi screaming at Tiff

the day that she got killed.

Mr. Lindeke, in your duty as security coordinator for the Raven's Den Club,

have you ever seen this firearm?

Yes, the night Tiffany Gable was killed.

Um, just before closing,

I heard two shots ring out by the locker room area.

And I found that gun lying next to her body.

And was anyone else in the locker room at that time?

No, but as I approached, I saw Lexi fleeing the area.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Isn't it possible

that my client's gun was taken from her locker?

And that when she heard gunshots,

she reacted as the other people in the area did,

as any of us would do, and ran?

I guess it's... possible.

No more questions.

You're defending Lexi Simms?

You really should've consulted me on this, Roy.

I'll will never ask for permission

to save an innocent woman from jail, Dec.

Son, I know Lexi, and she's no innocent.

You know her as your hostess, right?

At your secret little billionaire boy's club?

She is an old friend of mine,

and someone at Raven's Den framed her for murder.

I'm gonna find out who.

Not everything is a conspiracy, Roy.

Sometimes, shocking as it may be,

people just kill people.

Not her.

Not Lexi.

Drop the case.

No.

You embarrass this firm...

You'll no longer be a part of it.

Well, if it isn't the boy wonder himself.

I was told to expect you, Roy.

Mr. Ashby.

I hear our dear Lexi's in your more-than-capable hands.

How is she?

Good as can be expected while facing life in prison.

Look, I'm not here to talk circles around the truth.

I think there's a good chance one of your members

knew where my client kept her gun,

and used it to kill Tiffany Gable and get away clean.

I want a list of the names of the men who were here that night.

I submitted a visitors log to the police from the day of the murder.

Right, and that was a nice work of fiction.

Of the eight men on this list,

three of them were out of the country that day,

and one of them was on life support

after crashing his maybach into a bus.

Just give me a list.

We don't have one.

Our members pay for complete discretion.

You know, as city attorney,

I can drag you right through hell, Mr. Ashby.

I can show up here with a small army of auditors,

dig into this club's finances.

I can file a civil rights complaint against what I can only assume

is an exclusively white male membership base.

Or you can give me what I want.

You know where to find me.

Your deposition is coming up quick, Lee Anne,

and we need to have every angle covered.

The interrogatory the city attorney sent,

the questionnaire you filled out after you filed suit.

I remember.

Look over your answers.

Roy has them.

He will try to trick you during the deposition

to catch you in an inconsistency or a lie.

We can't let him do that.

It could discredit our whole case.

These questions are embarrassing.

Every night, I picture myself on that stand,

airing all my mistakes.

I will be with you the whole time.

I will object and badger him on every inappropriate question.

I'm going to protect you.

Sorry I'm late.

I tried to call you.

I know.

Are you okay?

Did you take advantage of me the other night just to sabotage me?

To trick me into dropping the lawsuit?

Is that what we were doing?

'Cause we sabotaged our brains out.

I have to go.

Wait.

If I could whisk you off your feet to any place on earth,

where would you choose?

- Terry... - In two days,

I-I have a way that we might be able to escape this mess.

To give you the life you deserve.

What are you talking about?

Two days. Just give me two days,

and then I'll explain everything.

I can't. I can't leave Arliss.

You don't owe him your life, Lee Anne.

You don't.

Terry, you and me, we're...

We're just...

Doomed.

And I can't live my life knowing I'm the woman that could...

Leave her paraplegic husband.

I... I won't do it.

I can't.

Bernie!

You know, I never thought I'd say this,

but that is a pretty baller minivan.

At last, the mysterious Burnside.