- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stone is gonna go to prison?
- Well, Sarah Kent tells
a convincing story.
- And that's enough?
- It is.
It could
be different, if...
if somebody, if...
you know, you said
that she consented.
- You want me
to commit perjury?
- Come on. I know
that you guys cover
for each other.
Right, all those road trips,
what the wife and
the girlfriend don't know...
I mean all you would have to do
is to say
that you heard
Sarah consent
before you left the hotel room.
That way Peter would have
a fighting chance.
- You think?
- Unfortunately,
in this day and age,
without your fib...
he's gonna lose.
Think of all the ball players
that have covered for you
over your entire career.
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
- Great.
- Yeah, why the hell not?
You know, if it gets him
off the hook.
- Great. Thanks.
That is a start.
Now all we have to do
is wait for the test.
- What test?
- The DNA test.
Let's just hope
that Peter Stone
is not the father
of Sarah's daughter.
Although the timing is spot-on.
Her husband couldn't
get her pregnant.
- You know.
- I know
what a guy who's willing
to commit perjury
in a rape case
thinks about women.
Peter Stone passed out,
didn't he?
- No, no, no, no, no.
No. She was all over me.
I did not rape her.
- She was so drunk she didn't
know what was going on.
What do you call that?
Stand up.
Stand up!
And turn around.
Reggie Griggs,
you're under arrest
for rape in the first degree.
Let's go.
