Murder in the First

Walters: Believe me when I tell you

I'm making it a personal crusade to put you behind bars.

If you think you can get away with this,

you don't know me at all.

I've already assigned a new prosecutor.

Male.

We're re-filing charges against you.

It'll be the case that ends your career.

You barged into my office so you could threaten me?

Well, it's not a threat.

It's a fact.

You just told me I have nothing to lose.

Naturally, I'll use every tactic I know

to stay a free man as long as I can.

Months of news stories

about the sex scandal going on right under your nose,

and you couldn't even smell it.

Your top attorney, Alan, your protegee,

sexually involved with the defendant?

How did you let this happen?

Oh.

Would you -- Do you want me to zoom in?

Mm, that's not really Melissa's best angle.

Look!

The two of you...

are a disgrace to the profession.

You'll be begging me to plead to a no-time misdemeanor

just to take yourself out of the news.

I'll take my chances.

And then, you'll lose in court.

Because Cassie was driving the car.

The number-one lie from DUI attorneys --

My client wasn't driving.

I'm surprised you waited this long to try it out.

This is a no-win case for you, Alan.

You re-file against me,

I will testify that Cassie was driving the car.

You file against her,

she'll testify that I was driving the car.

It's a classic he-said, she-said situation.

Oh.

Shame on you...

for so much.

Well...

Desperate times, desperate measures.

No jury will convict me, Alan. And you know it.

We'll see.

I can't save you from yourself.

[ Indistinct conversations, elevator bell dings ]

Melissa.

My office, please.

Tell me you're not reconsidering.

There's a lack of physical evidence in the case.

Except, of course, for your own involvement.

In a public restroom?

With Siletti?

I should have disclosed to you, but I saw a winnable case.

No, you saw a case

that would fast-track your career by five years.

And protect yours.

You wanted him out of the way, Alan.

So re-file against him and convict him as charged.

We both know he's guilty.

And he's going to skate because of you, Melissa.

That's on you.

If you haven't already started cleaning out your office,

you should.

-You're firing me. -No.

You're resigning.

I'll issue a statement on your behalf at the end of the day.

There are extra boxes in the file room.

You know...

for a pretty woman,

you're not very photogenic,

especially in profile.

-What's this guy's name? -Uh, Hal Woodward.

He is the barber that led Billy James

to the car that he got murdered in.

His grandson was Billy's lawyer.

-Right. -He's a family friend,

good guy, old-school. He's the one who called us.

Billy's grandma obviously wasn't gonna come in here by herself,

-so... -He wouldn't tell you why?

Unh-unh. Just that he had to bring us something.

Oh, something, anything, is better than nothing

at this point.

I hate smart criminals.

-They make us work too hard. -Yeah.

Luckily, there are so few of them.

Well, they're late.

They're here.

Thank you.

Rainelle: This, um...

This came in the mail.

It's Billy's wallet.

Who sent this to you?

Good Samaritan.

Somebody must have found it, dropped it in a mailbox.

The post office delivered to the address on Billy's license.

There's still a few good people left in the world.

There's a key inside

that Rainelle don't know what it's for.

But I said to her, something important,

for Billy to carry it around.

I said we need to bring in the whole wallet, just like it came.

-Mm-hmm. -I-I took one thing, though.

I found a tatty old photo of him and Normandy together.

So I-I kept that for myself.

My two boys.

My two dead boys.

We'll get the wallet back to you as soon as we can, Ms. James.

Thank you for bringing it in.

Find out who killed my grandson, you hear?

Make sure you do that.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Okay.

Mr. Billy James.

One driver's license.

No credit cards or ATM.

No cash.

-To make it look like a robbery. -Right.

Where the hell's this key they were talking about?

Uh...

Here we go.

It's a safe deposit box key.

Mm-hmm.

Hildy: All right, can you find out where Billy did his banking?

Ask me something hard, why don't you?

So is that a yes?

I still have all his banking records

from when he was on the run.

It won't tell us which branch he used, but let's see.

Here we go. The bank is First National Pacific.

How many branches are in the Bay Area?

Mm, 25.

I can at least tell you where he opened his account.

All right, thanks, Keef. You're the best.

I try.

Inspectors!

Excuse the wait. How can I help?

Terry: Uh...

Sorry!

Long night with the boyfriend. Don't ask.

Right. Uh, Miss Gardner,

uh, we're looking to open a safe deposit box,

-please? -They say they love you,

that they want to be yours forever,

but then you go through their phone,

and you see they've been texting their ex-girlfriend.

The guy doesn't even share the rent.

What is it with men?

Uh...

I don't know.

Men can be dogs.

But we still need you to open up box 1220.

This isn't from one of our boxes.

Our branch doesn't use this type of key.

-What about a different branch? -Maybe,

but you need to go to each branch and show them the key.

Wait, so each branch has a different key?

Banks change names. They get acquired by other banks.

Some fold. And when that happens,

they don't reissue keys to all their existing customers.

It's too complicated.

This key could be for a box at any branch of any bank.

I'm sorry.

You want all the names

of all the banks in the entire Bay Area?

That will be a long list.

Plus the other 24 FNP branches that we want to check out.

Well, we can't canvass every bank, so...

I could run a proximity search

based on Billy's permanent address.

His grandma's house. Yeah, do that.

There are more than 75 banks in a 5-mile radius.

Okay. Well, take a picture of the key

and e-mail it to all of them.

Somebody's got to recognize it.

Tucker, McCart, Wireman, Clay & Chang.

I'll transfer.

Tucker, McCart, Wireman, Clay & Chang.

Look at you, you smart son of a bitch.

-I'm sorry. He's not in. -Unbelievable.

-Would you like his voicemail? -Come on.

Let's go talk in my office.

Just remarkable work, the way you played the prosecutor.

Man, that was a thing of beauty.

I wouldn't call it "played," per se.

I advised my counsel

on which legal strategy would be best follow.

The photo evidence on your phone helped.

You heard about that.

There's hardly any secrets in the Hall of Justice.

She should've just let you plead to a misdemeanor

and saved both your careers.

Overreaching, man -- It's a curse.

Did you just invite me here

to, uh, pat me on the back?

I convinced the executive committee to renew our offer.