Reckless

Previously on Reckless :

Ms. Marcus is suing the city of Charleston for sexual harassment...

Okay, Jamie, game on.

They have a tape.

It's footage of you and three other men

having sex on a police car.

- We had something. - Yeah, we did...

Until you decided to share me with your buddies.

Next time you touch my wife, I'll kill you.

There's no sex ring.

This was an affair between two officers that got way out of hand.

You want to be my boyfriend?

- Roy: Missing footage. - I'm not in it.

You may want to rethink that answer.

Preston was there. I'm telling you the truth.

- Without proof. - Ask him.

Ask Preston yourself.

Literally, every day, get home from school,

throw my books down and run out to play stickball

until it was so dark you could just barely see what you were hitting.

Yeah. Only knew it was time to come in for dinner

when the smell of my mom's fresh-baked bread would make it out to the street.

That woman was all about the bread.

It's crazy how much you two are alike.

What's the matter?

Why are you so quiet?

- Me? - Yeah.

I'm not.

Okay, that would not hold up under cross-examination, counselor.

What's up?

I was listening, I promise.

It's just... (Sighs)

I do...

have something that I need to ask you.

I'm sorry. It's work, all right? One second.

This is Detective Cruz.

Yeah.

All right, I'll be there.

Got a homicide on Johns Island.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to drop you off.

I'm all the way on the other side of town.

I'll just go with you.

No, no, I wouldn't do that to you.

I'll take you.

No, it's okay. I'll stay outside.

: All right.

Just hang here. I'll be right back.

Let me find out what's up.

All right?

Man: They're waiting for you over there!

I left it inside. Be right back.

All right, let's notify general. Our victim is deceased.

I'd say about 20 minutes.

- Nobody else upstairs, all right? - Yes, detective.

Curtis, give James a hand upstairs, all right? Thanks.

Mr. and Mrs. Hope?

Detective Cruz, Charleston homicide.

Tell me what happened here tonight?

We were upstairs asleep in bed.

I-I heard a noise.

I grabbed my gun. I-I came down.

Someone had broken into the house, and I...

Is your firearm licensed?

Yes.

Had you ever seen the victim prior to this evening?

- No, never. - Preston: And this is weird,

I know, in the heat of the moment,

but did you think about contacting the police

before confronting him yourself?

No.

- (Two gunshots) - I didn't.

Did he attack you?

You're not obligated to answer this officer's questions, sir.

Not without an attorney present.

Wait... do... do I need an attorney?

Well, I am one, and it seems pretty clear to me that

you're just defending your home against an intruder.

No one in his right mind would arrest you for that.

Thank you, miss...

Jamie Sawyer.

Excuse us. Thank you.

What do you think you're doing?

That man has rights.

You were asking him leading questions.

No, I was doing my job, okay?

Then you go and undermine me in front of everyone in there?

That was not my intention.

What was your intention, Jamie?

To come to my crime scene and troll for clients?

I thought you were better than that.

Well, I guess there's a lot of things

we don't know about each other.

I'll find my own ride.

Woman: I'm serious. Dinner was supposed to be on me.

Nancy, no self-respecting gentleman

is going to let you pick up the check.

Even though I made you suffer through a two-hour interview?

And it was torture.

I mean, pure, outright torture.

What's torture is trying to get any information out of you.

How am I supposed to do this profile piece?

The station's dying for it.

Me on TV?

Can't see why.

You're Charleston's new city attorney,

and a partner at one of the city's most elite law firms,

and you can't see why?

Are you for real?

I am just a local boy defending the city I love in court.

End of story.

I'm not out for personal publicity.

Then you're just a tease.

Otherwise, why meet me for dinner?

Because I watch you on the news.

And possibly find you interesting.

Oh...

In that case, think I can use my feminine wiles

to get at least one little morsel out of you

regarding the Lee Anne Marcus case?

Way to bury your lead.

It's your first big case as city attorney.

And I've heard whispers of a possible sex scandal

within the ranks of the Charleston PD.

Don't believe everything you hear.

I believe you.

So... here's my boat.

You want to go for a ride?

Love to, but I, um,

better get back to the station.

Right. Well, if anything comes up worth reporting,

you'll be the first one that I call.

I hope you don't wait that long to call me.

Good morning.

It is now.

I keep thinking about the other night.

It just felt so good to connect with you again.

Arliss, baby...

There's something you gotta know.

Don't.

Look, Lee Anne...

I know I haven't been exactly the easiest

to live with since I got back from Iraq.

I was mad at everything under the sun.

But that's not your fault.

So whatever you have to say...

No matter what, I just,

I want you to forget it, all right?

All right?

Fresh start.

Okay.

You and I, right here, right now. Deal?

Yeah.

I love you, baby.

Morning.

Morning. I checked the voice mail.

Roy left two more messages.

He called my cell, too. He can wait.

- I'll see him in court. - You leaving already?

Scheduling on Lee Anne's case don't start till 10:00.

Gotta grab a bite on my way.

You pushing for an early settlement conference?

No. In fact, I'm trying to delay it as much as possible.

I don't want Roy thinking we're trying to get a quick payout from the city.

Sawyer and Associates.

Just a second, sir.

You better take this.

This is Jamie.

Ms. Sawyer, this is Gavin Hope.

You were at my home last night?

Mr. Hope, yes, what is it?

I'm at the police station. They're placing me under arrest.

I need your help.

Deputy Chief Knox.

You got a minute?

You've got some nerve showing your face in this department at all,

let alone my office.

I want to know why you arrested my client, Gavin Hope.

And you think I have any interest in helping you?

I was there last night. I know what happened.

He was just defending his home against an intruder.

Anybody around here ever heard of The Protection of Persons and Property Act?

Yeah, that's rich.

A yankee trying to throw "stand your ground" in my face?

When in Rome.

You're seeing only what you choose to see.

Your client's story's chock-full of holes.

We didn't find any evidence of breaking and entering.

He said the intruder was armed; no gun was found.

He shot the victim four times in the back.

So that means the victim was running away from him,

not attacking him.

That adds up to one thing: manslaughter.

Terry?

- What the hell? - You don't return my calls, Lee Anne.