Casey goes to talk to the bailiff, whom she knows by name, of course, on the pretence of complaining about a deadlocked jury which was 11-1 to convict. The bailiff calls it a "crazy-ass" jury, since everyone was yelling at the holdout, juror number four. The bailiff says she felt sorry for her -- not because she's a "moron" who screwd the case, as Casey puts it, but because she's a single mom with a disabled kid.
Over to Debra Jackson's apartment, where she tells Casey about her son with cerebral palsy. "Must be tough," says Casey. "We get by," says a nervous Debra, who asks why Casey's here. "I checked your bank account," says Casey. Can she just do that? Anyway, she did that, and Debra deposited $25,000 the day the jury started deliberating, and another $25,000 this morning. Debra starts to sob about how she got an "interest-only" mortgage which was fine until the rates went up, and she's going to lose her place, and her son can't go into a shelter.
Casey's all, "Well, where's he going to go when you're doing four and a half years for selling your not-guilty vote." Then she promises Debra she won't spend a day in jail if she tells Casey what happened. Debra says a man called the day she got the case, saying he knew all about her money problems, and could help. Casey asks the guy's name: Roger Fromm, a private investigator.
At Robert Fromm's place, a secretary is merrily feeding documents into a shredder, and informs Olivia and Elliot that Roger Fromm retired about three hours ago, to the Dominican Republic, saying he'd come into some money. Olivia bitches about the cross-cutting shredder, since those documents are gone for good, and then threatens the secretary with jail time unless she tells them who her boss was working for. The secretary is completely unfazed and says the cheap bastard didn't tell her anything about the business.
Elliot, meanwhile, says he knows who paid Roger. He pulls a framed photograph off the wall, or Roger Fromm with Pierson Bartlett. Olivia looks stunned, but ... I mean, wasn't that what they figured?
"I didn't bribe anyone!" says Pierson, who admits that Fromm was his vice-president of security but was fired four years ago because he couldn't keep his mouth off the business end of a bottle. Pierson's lawyer asks if Fromm's prepared to testify against Pierson, obviously knowing full well Casey doesn't have Fromm, and he and Pierson get up to leave. Casey musters up a halfhearted "we're not finished!" but yeah, yeah they are.