Casi is a public defender, so we are supposed to automatically assume he is pure of heart. Indeed, he is quite put out when his nemesis judge keeps sending his clients to jail, for crimes they admit they committed. His new client presents a slightly different case. Technically, Lea is a repeat customer, who requested him personally. However, she has leverage to cut a deal. As an employee of the city impound, she was approached by a sleazy criminal type for info on a towed SUV loaded with a stash of drugs.
With her help, the cops hope to bust the cartel when they buy back the black Navigator at auction, but she has a plan to double-cross everyone. Meanwhile, Casi periodically drops in on his stoner friend, who mumbles incoherently about alternate worlds and quantum singularity.
Apparently, an impound clerk with a criminal record is the only person with access to the schedule for the city’s confiscated vehicle auctions. In this contrived world, the narcotics detectives would logically never bother to contact any of her superiors, to make sure they would not cross up their plans.
Frankly, every bit of Singularity is simplistic and unrealistic. It is also dated. These days in New York, bail is practically non-existent, even for felonies. Manhattan is poised to elect a District Attorney who will not prosecute any misdemeanors or nonviolent felonies and refuses to resign from the board of the Legal Aid Society (a clear conflict of interest). Frankly, this film is just a petulant fantasy.
