Harry's Law - Second Season

Previously on Harry's Law ...

Harry, I just have to say, opening up a shingle with "Harry A. Korn"...

Whoa. You do not work with me. We share an office space.

Hey, Harry. Cassie Reynolds. It's a pleasure to be here.

You got a personal life? Get rid of it. I own you now.

- Hey, Harry! - Ollie Richard.

What do you want, Ollie?

I represent Eric Sanders.

Did you say Eric Sanders? The guy who killed his wife!?

- Is there more? - Supposedly there is a journal entry

- where he talks about killing his wife. - "How joyous it would be to creep up"

"from behind and smash her head like a melon"... Great.

I was framed. There are countless people

who hated my wife,

who had access to my home and my journals.

Since you're an ex-D.A., you can also serve

as our liaison with the prosecutor.

Who is that anyway?

Uh, Roseanna Remmick.

Did you say Roseanna Remmick?

Hosanna Roseanna?

You must have another agenda here.

Unless you're a dope.

Are you a dope, Harry?

Don't say you can't win this!

Now, why don't you just tell her?

Isn't the idea to bring her up to speed?

Just tell her!

We need to get your dad out of lockup.

You actually believe he could be innocent?

Shut up and let me argue my motion.

All right. $10 million bond, $2 million cash.

We're adjourned.

This woman is a problem.

I want her removed.

- Harry Korn? - What's going on?

Please stand and put your hands behind your back.

- What the hell is going on here? - You're under arrest

- for jury tampering. - Do not talk, Harry.

- This is all her. - Who?

Hosanna. Who else?

She's trying to discredit me with the judge and jury.

- I will meet you at the station. - Me, too.

Yeah, but in the meantime,

you deliver a message to Ms. Remmick.

Harry, be quiet.

Harry's Law 2x02 - There Will Be Blood Original air date September 28, 2011

What the hell is going on?

What's going on is she had me arrested for jury nullification.

She hauled me into court in handcuffs.

I lost half a day trying to get it kicked.

Jury nullification is not a defense; it's tampering.

- Ms. Korn has stooped to it repeatedly. - You had her arrested

because she mopped your ass in court.

I don't appreciate the vulgarity, Mr. Richard.

Wait. You actually had her arrested?

The suspect has routinely

mocked the law, prevailing on

juries' sympathies to free

underprivileged criminals.

It's cynical, it's indecent, it's tampering,

and it's illegal.

Look, they got the matter dismissed.

Why all the hoo-ha?

Dismissed after you poisoned me with the jury pool.

Oh, please. If I wanted to do that,

I'd have busted you for smoking pot.

You're a spiteful, pathetic bitch.

And you're a fat little troll.

All right. Ms. Remmick,

I'm not happy.

Any more of this nonsense and it'll be you in handcuffs,

- do you understand me? - Of course, Your Honor.

I do apologize. I'm simply trying

to be a good steward of the criminal justice system

and safeguard it against those who might exploit it.

We'll see you all in court.

I was one second away from decking her.

I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding.

Harry, it's what she does, it's part of her M.O.

She tries to rattle the defense counsel, get you to lose focus.

I want to kill her.

Huh, sounds pretty focused to me.

Come on, Harry, stop it. We don't have time for this.

I don't care what the rest of you are working on.

Until this trial is over, this will be your priority.

We're on a mission now.

You hear me? What have you got?

Okay.

Her. The maid.

Fired by the victim ten days before she was murdered.

She was verbally abused by the victim,

she was live-in, knew the keypad code,

and here's the best part: she doesn't have an alibi.

I say our best shot is to say she did it,

that woman right there.

There was a lot of blood in that bathroom, not a hint

that any of it was tracked in the rest of the house.

She's a cleaner by trade, slick.

Take it outside?

Harry, if we say housekeeper,

the issue for the jury then becomes housekeeper versus husband.

That's not a choice that we want to give them.

There's way more evidence against our client.

Well, we have to implicate somebody.

Wrong.

Take it outside?

It's possible this was an accident.

She bangs her head on the tub, she tries to get up,

she slips, she falls, she bangs her head again,

she's half-conscious, every time she tries to get up,

she falls again... bang, bang, bang.

I've got an M.E. that says it's plausible.

There's your reasonable doubt.

Okay, wise guy, look at this.

This is called castoff spatter.

You don't get castoff spatter from falling down.

I've got a dozen experts to testify otherwise.

Oh, experts.

Juries hate experts. Who is this pinhead?

All right, take it outside. Take it outside?

Why don't you go outside, I'll meet you there.

Hey, Ollie, would you please stop saying that?

What's going on? Why is everyone

suddenly acting like two-year-olds?

Because we're in the toilet.

We're four days before trial and we've got no defense.

Whoa.

Let's all just take a breath.

The burden is on the prosecution here, not us.

They have no witness and no murder weapon.

Add to that, a victim with a lot of enemies.

Cassie, in case you forgot,

the entry in the journal was the blueprint for the murder.

Yes, and someone could have read it and framed him.

Guys, if we don't keep our heads,

we are in the toilet.

Okay.

You talk to this housekeeper,

find out what she's about.

Adam, you take the children.

We need at least one of them

to stand up for our client.

For my money, Bethany is the best shot.

- Ollie... - Harry.

What?

Um, Eric just called.

He didn't sound good.

Something about being in a bathroom. I don't know.

I couldn't make it out.

He was crying, and then he just hung up.

Oh, God.

Her bathroom... it hasn't been cleaned yet.

There's a lot of the blood on the floor and the walls.

Excuse me?

That bathroom in the slideshow?

That still looks like that?

Yeah. I had it preserved in case we wanted to do

some more forensics, maybe have the jury view it.

Which we probably wouldn't... do.

Eric.

You need to get up.

I can't feel my legs.

Eric, this isn't a good place for you to be right now.

I just wanted to see.

I shouldn't have come in here.

You need to get up now. Take my hand.

This was a monster who did this.

I could be wrong, Harry,

but if you're really nauseous,

I'm not sure scotch is the answer.

I've been in a room with death before...

but never murder.

Certainly not one like that.

May I make a suggestion?

Let me take over.

- Tommy! - The thing is,

it's not just that I happen to be good at it,

but murder trials...

they leave horrible scar tissue on the attorneys.

Nobody talks about that, but it's an ugly, ugly business.

Let's face it, as good as I am, I'm also a lunk.

You, on the other hand,

you are the most fantastic of ladies.

It would be awful

for any of you to be scar-tissued over.

That was a really nice thing to say.

A law professor once told me...

sounds crazy, but I believe it with all my tiny heart...

lawyers in murder trials,

they're dead if they don't dance.

I beg your pardon?

Never mind the client,

but everybody connected to homicides,

the witnesses and so forth,

not the best mankind has to offer.

If you dance, on occasion,

it's tenderness, it's friendship, it's song.

The things in life that most enrich us.

It can sort of refill the humanity tank.