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I know what you're thinking.
"The parking garage? Again?"

Turn a little this way.
A little more serious. Nice.

- Ooh, fantastic. Yeah.
- Give me one second.

- Looks straight.
- Yeah.

♪ Pretty soon now ♪

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This is the tie.
No. Just smile.

Uh, sorry, guys. I gotta take this.

Hey, Lorna. What's going on?

How much longer are you gonna be?

Uh, I don't know.
I think we're almost done. Why?

Because you have a jam-packed day.

They're finishing that renovation
you spent a fortune on.

And the phone here
has been ringing off the hook.

Hold on.

Hi. Law offices. Please hold.

The price of success.

Tell me where I need to be.

Okay, you have
the Ortiz sentencing.

Status conference on Darrell Pickens.

That one's with Judge Boyle,
so bring doughnuts.

- Yep.
- And then pretrial motion...

Oh, never mind. That got rescheduled.

Oh, you have a new client, Russell Lawson.

He was arrested for burglary
and indecent exposure.

- They booked him. He's at MDC.
- Sounds like a tweaker on a bender.

He may not be a franchise,
but the guy's got some money.

I gave him the fee schedule.
He didn't bat an eye.

Paid it all on a credit card.

Okay. Was he a referral?

He heard about you
from the Trevor Elliott case,

like all your new clients.

When that guy got shot,

I thought it would be a disaster,
but it turned out to be a gold mine.

There is no such thing as bad publicity.

I did get him an acquittal.

All right, I'll stop by the jail
after my hearings. What else?

The Jesús Menendez file.

Can you please tell me
I can send them back to storage?

They won't bring charges again, will they?

I don't know.
I have to be ready if they do.

Stack the files in the conference room...

All right, Lorna. I gotta go.

No, no... Ugh!

Law offices. Please hold.

Hey, Mags.

- I'm calling about tonight.
- I made the reservation for 7:00.

- We need a reservation?
- For this place, yeah.

They made a "Best of LA list," so...

You know I'd be happy with pizza.
Anyway, text me the address.

All right.
Maggie, thanks for doing this.

I think we owe it to Hayley
to try and clear the air.

Plus, I hear they have
the best flan in the city.

Well, I do love a good flan.
Uh, see you tonight.

All right.

Hey. This is for the Reyes case,
and I'm gonna need his jail calls.

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Did I leave my gym clothes
in the car again?

No, it's my dance bag.

I've been picking up classes after work.
You know, the gig economy.

Know it? I'm... I'm living it, Izzy.

There's something
I've been meaning to mention, actually.

Oh, yeah?

The teaching.
I'm not doing it alone. It's with Ray.

Ray?

You mean, your ex?

That's who I was on the phone with,
but it's different.

She's six months sober.
She goes to meetings with me.

She gave up touring.

Look, Izzy, it's your life. All right?

You, of all people, should understand.
Nobody changes unless they need to.

I just want you to be careful, that's all.

Well, that goes both ways, boss.

Meaning what?

In the last week, how many interviews
have I driven you to?

I've got some publicity
from Trevor's case.

- Mm.
- You know, you...

You gotta strike while the iron's hot.

Maybe. But in my experience,
fame is like crack.

Not that I've ever tried crack.

I'm fine. I'm not gonna let a little press
go to my head.

On The Lead With Jake Tapper,

we'll be talking with The Lincoln Lawyer,
Mickey Haller, about...

- What is it, Lorna?
- You never called me back.

I'm up to my eyeballs here, Mickey.

Not to mention I have a wedding to plan
if I can get Cisco to focus.

And I have exams.

I have Legal Ethics. I have to memorize
the Rules of Professional Conduct.

Those are easy.

Says an expert on bending them.

Law offices. Please hold.

Okay, Mickey, I need help.
I know you don't wanna hire somebody new...

What about Cisco? Can he help?

He said he's running down records
for you on a case.

- What case?
- I don't know! Mickey...

Look, we're almost at the courthouse,

so Izzy can help you
after she drops me off, all right?

I'll pay you overtime.

Okay, fine.

All right. Gotta go, Lorna. Bye.

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Lawson? Russell Lawson?

Hey.

Opening one.

Thanks, Mike.

- Are you the lawyer?
- I'm Mickey Haller. Yes.

Oh, thank God.

Okay, you can get me out of here, right?
I didn't do anything. I mean...

I need you to calm down and listen to me.

- Can you do that?
- I'll try.

It says here you work in finance?

Bankruptcy consulting. I...

I advise on debt restructuring
for companies. It's boring.

But there's a lot of money
at stake, right?

I imagine you gotta wear a poker face,
manage your emotions.

Yeah, I... I guess.

Good. I need you
to put on that poker face right now.

Yeah, sure. Sorry.
Yeah, of course. I just...

They, um... They took my inhaler.

They said
I could use it as a weapon. I mean...

Oh. Right.
I'll see if I can get that returned.

In the meantime,
maybe you can tell me what happened.

Okay. So the thing is, I...
I don't remember.

I was supposed to meet a friend
in Santa Monica for some drinks afterward,

and then he canceled.

My friend. But I had a few drinks anyway
and ordered an Uber to go home.

And then the next thing that I know,

I'm in the back of a police car.

It says you broke a window
to get into a house,

made yourself a sandwich, took...

Took off your pants.

The woman who lives there
found you passed out on her couch.

Look, I don't really remember anything
after I got in that Uber.

Right.

Is it the kind of thing where I can just
say I'm sorry and pay for the window?

It's a little more than that.
They're charging you with felony burglary.

If you get convicted,
it can mean six years.

Six years?

All right, one step at a time. Okay?

The house you were arrested in

seems it's down the street from yours.

Have you ever been there?

No. I don't even...

I'm renting the house that I'm in
while I have my kitchen renovated.

I've only been in this dumb complex
for like a couple of weeks.

I need you to get me out of here.

They said they're transferring me
to county tonight.

I'll ask for bail at your arraignment.
That's in two days.

Wait. No. Two days? I ca...

Russell. Poker face. Remember?

All right.

Look, I have an idea,
but I have to check some things first.

In the meantime,
keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.

Maybe stay away from the mac and cheese
in the mess hall at county.

I'll be in touch.

Leave me a message.

Hey, where are you?
I need you on something. Call me back.

Long time no see.
Starting to think you forgot all about me.

That's tough to do lately.

You're everywhere,

which is funny,
since your last big client got shot.

Yeah, people keep bringing that up.

I've got a schedule to keep.
What's this about?

Your other client, Jesús Menendez.

What about him?

You pretty much humiliated
the department and the DA's office

when you got him released.

No, I think they did a pretty good job
of that themselves.

They're not taking it lying down.
They're formally reopening the case.

Oh shit. I knew it.

It's not enough
to convict the wrong guy once.

They've gotta double down?

They needed somebody from LAPD
to head up the reinvestigation.

Somebody with a clean rep,
wasn't part of the original case.

You.

I don't love this either,
but I don't give the orders.

What you need to do is find the real guy.

The guy with the tattoo
my witness talked about.

Tattooed man your witness has no name for,
who may not even exist.

He exists! My investigator
has been looking for him, but...

You can put all your resources on it.
Come on. At least talk to Glory Days.

I'll talk to her.
I'll talk to whoever I need to.

But I need to start
with your client, Menendez.

You want me to voluntarily bring my client
to the Glass House?

No way.

I told you, I don't like this either.

So bring your guy in tomorrow.

If the story adds up,
maybe I can short-circuit this thing

before they bring charges.

Okay.

So, anything, uh,
interesting at work?

I've got a double homicide.
Might be gang-related.

Well, sounds right up your alley.

Unless downtown decides to poach it.

That's what they did with the string of
carjackings I had.

They used to do it when I was there.
Now I'm on the receiving end.

They can't hold your back forever, right?
If there's anything I can do to help, I...

No. Please.

I appreciate it, but there's not.

Sorry, it's time-sensitive.
Just take a second. I promise.

What?

"The hottest defense attorney in LA,"
hard at work.

You mean that stupid magazine?

- You know I don't care about that stuff.
- No?

Called your office.
Lorna said you were doing an interview.

The Times wanted to do a profile.
What was I supposed to say? No?

Sorry.

That's the reporter, isn't it?

Yeah, they wanna get it out
as soon as possible.

I'm sorry. There. Send. Done.

So, uh, how's Hayley liking
her new school?

Um, okay so far.
Her class had a trip to Big Bear.

When we dropped her off,
I was worried, but she had fun.

"We"?

I told you I was seeing someone, Mickey.

Who?

Oh, you mean, uh, what's-his-name? Tim?

Uh, it's Jim, but you knew that.

Yeah, fine. Jim.

Jim the accountant?

A forensic auditor
for the Justice Department.

Whatever.

You told me you went on a couple dates.
I didn't know it was serious.

Mickey...

Maybe you'd be dating someone, too,

if it weren't for
your busy press calendar.

Look, I'm happy she had fun.
Is she making friends?

Seems to be.
She wants to quit soccer though.

Oh, yeah?

She has this one new friend, Taylor,
who does equestrian.

So, now, of course,
she wants to do horseback riding.

I used to ride when I was a kid in Mexico.

Oh, I'm aware.

Things are just
more expensive now, though, so...

Maggie, if it's about the money,
I'm happy to cover it.

We agreed we would split things
down the middle.

I know, but that was...

Before your career took off,
and I got demoted?

Come on. That's not what I meant.

Don't even think about it.

Look, I'm sorry things took a turn
for both of us.

Took a turn? No. You drove them, Mickey.

You know, I heard about Jesús Menendez.

That's what you're upset about?
That's not going anywhere.

Everything that happened
losing my case, downtown, all of it?

It might be for nothing.

It's not going anywhere.
I beat them once. I'll do it again.

For your sake and your client's,
I hope that's true.

Sorry to interrupt,
but we have some treats for you.

This is our asado spring rolls,
some hoisin duck arepas,

bibimbap saltado,
and a sample of our pozole rojo.

Thank you. It looks fantastic.
We didn't order any of this, sir.

Compliments of the kitchen
for the Lincoln Lawyer. Enjoy.

You know what?
I've got an early start tomorrow, so...

- Maggie.
- Hayley will be ready at 6:00.

Enjoy your food.

Come on, Maggie.

Look who I found at the groomer's.

Oh, look!

Oh my God. Look, you're all clean.

Maybe now you'll shed a little bit less.

And I got takeout
from your favorite sushi place

'cause I figured you'd forget
to eat otherwise.

You are amazing.

Well, I try my best.

Thank you.

No spicy tuna for you.
You'll make the office smell for a week.

- "The Rule Against Perpetuities."
- Hmm.

I know this one.

An interest in property must vest,
if at all, within 21 years

after the death of a life in being
when the interest was created.

And what does that mean?

I have no idea,
but nobody else does either. Who cares?

- What? Do I have something in my teeth?
- No.

Just

you.

Goofball.

Oh, did you get those files?

Which files?

The ones for Mickey?
I texted you about it.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, right. I got those.

Uh, sorry, I didn't...

I didn't have any reception.

Okay.

Do you need some help?

Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks.

Can you please tell the chef
that pozole was better than my mother's?

Just don't tell my mother.
She'll kill the chef.

Well, I'm the chef, so thank you.

Of course you are.

Lisa.

Mickey Haller.

Wow, the food was amazing.

Sorry I couldn't finish it.

On the plus side,
I'll have dinner for a week.

I'm so sorry about that.
My hostess is a true-crime junkie.

She saw your name
on the reservation list, so...

You know, here. Let me...

Let's put the ceviche in this one.
It'll keep it cold.

So, what happened to your date?

Ah, that's my ex-wife, actually.

Say no more.

Seriously, the food was amazing.

How long have you been here?

Well, 11 years ago,
I opened a take-out counter.

Latin-Asian street food.

Think I finally got it right.

Yeah, you did.

You in a hurry?

No, not really.

Give me five minutes.

I'll throw this stuff in the fridge
and give you the 50-cent tour?

Really?

Oh wow!

It smells incredible here.

Thank you.

I grow all my own herbs.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Mm!

- That cilantro?
- Mm-hmm.

Ooh, I love cilantro.

- Really?
- Yeah.

My ex hated it.
Maybe that's why I like it so much.

You guys still talk?

Not really.

We were going to have kids
and start this place together.

One day, he couldn't take it anymore.
Responsibility. Or the fear of it.

Last I heard, he was living in Ensenada,
working at a surf shop.

- In Baja?
- Mm-hmm.

Is that where you learned
to make pozole like that?

Well, now, that's like asking
a magician their secrets.

Listen, I had an amazing dinner,
and it's been great getting to know you,

but, uh, I should probably go.

Yeah, you probably should.

Or I can leave my sous chef in charge
and open a bottle of wine.

That's my place right there.

You...

A chef that lives right next
to the kitchen.

Well, what can I say?

When I want something, I'm very focused.

I think we can skip the wine, don't you?

I don't even drink.

Good to know.

Anything else you don't do?

Morning.

There's some coffee there.

And pan dulce if you like. Help yourself.

House eggs.

With house-made chorizo.

If this keeps up,
I'm not gonna fit into my clothes anymore.

Come on.

Try it.
I need to know I have a future in this.

Oh my God.

- Love a man who loves breakfast.
- Mm.

Well, listen, I...

...I don't usually do this, you know.

I mean, not in...
I don't even know how long.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

I'm kidding.

I don't do this either.

Trust me.
Running a restaurant is a 24/7 job.

It's nice though.

Really nice.

Really nice.

Dig in before it gets cold.

- What the hell is that?
- That's what I deal with every day.

Didn't you notice the giant hole
in the ground next door?

No, the construction site?
They're not allowed to start this early.

You think he cares?

"He"?

The building developer,
Mitchell Bondurant.

Oh, that guy.

Let me guess.

He wants to tear the whole block down
and put up high-rises?

Yeah, pretty much,
and I'm the last holdout.

Well, it is LA. This city's always been
in love with whatever's next.

Maybe.

I just wish they wouldn't throw away
what's already there.

Before all the foodies found us,
this was just a neighborhood place.

Now the people who actually live
in this neighborhood

won't be able to afford it anymore.

- Yeah.
- So, where do they go?

I don't know, but you should be able
to put a stop to all that.

I tried calling the building department.
They don't do anything.

You need a lawyer.

Oh!

Oh, not me. I don't do real estate law,
but I know some good ones.

If they're good, they're expensive.

I'm overextended as it is.

Let me see if I can get somebody
to cut you a break.

Listen, I really need to go now, but, uh...

Is it...

is it okay if I call you?

You know where to find me.

And you gave me your business card, so...

I really am out of practice, huh?

All right.

Okay.

Thank you for breakfast.

Anytime.

Okay.

I'll, uh, call you.

Oh, Mickey, wait.

- Don't forget your food.
- Yeah.

I guess dinner with Maggie went well.

Yes, uh, I'll be out in ten minutes, Izzy.

Uh-huh.

I don't need all the gory details.
Just a credit card number for the fee.

Can you hold on, please? Thank you.

Please tell me Izzy's coming in.
Today's worse than yesterday.

As soon as she parks the car.

Did you find anything more about
Jesús Menendez?

Griggs is too smart for leaks.

I've talked to a dozen escorts, at least.

None of them can ID any tattoo man.
Guy's a ghost.

We need to find him. Might be the only way
to keep Jesús from being charged again.

I don't get how that works.
Isn't it double jeopardy?

Nope. His first conviction was vacated
like it never happened.

They can charge him again.

Somebody's been paying attention
in school.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

Forget about the other guy.
What about Glory Days? Is she back?

Yes, but don't know where.
We think she's changed her number.

Just find her, will you?
We need her to talk to Griggs.

What's this?

That's your arraignment tomorrow.
A Russell Lawson.

I spoke to his Uber driver,

who said he took him to the address
that Lawson gave him.

That's the place he lives,
and that's the place he broke into.

Allegedly.

- Allegedly.
- All right.

Good work.
I'll be in the office if you need me.

Ha!

Law offices. Please hold.

I got him on a jail call
setting up the deal. I can make a case.

Yeah. Hey, hang on a second.
I'm gonna need the Reyes files again.

- Ah. We don't have them anymore.
- What?

Downtown requisitioned them. Major Crimes.

Sorry. I thought you knew.

You're kidding.

You're not kidding.

Hey, Andy. I need some advice.
You have time for a drink after yoga?

I know. I'm sorry.
I don't have an appointment.

Can you just tell him it's Lisa Trammell?

Crammell?

No. Trammell.

Lorna. Lorna, it's okay. Come on back.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Please.

I promise I am not stalking you.

Oh.

So this is where the Lincoln Lawyer works.

Hmm.

Funny.

Thought it'd be, I don't know, a Lincoln.

Well, it's a long story.

Um...

Look, Lisa, I had such a great time
last night, but...

No, I swear. That is not why I'm here.

I mean, last night was good,
but it wasn't that good.

No, but seriously, I'm not stalking you.
But, apparently, I am stalking someone.

What, a temporary restraining order?

An hour after you left, some guy showed up
and handed me that.

To stop you from harassing Bondurant
at his place of work.

What, have you gone to his office?

Well...

Okay. You know those protesters you saw?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe they started showing up
because I talked about it on social media.

Like, a lot.

And maybe I've led some protests
outside of his office, too,

but I've never harassed the guy.

There's still free speech in this country?

Last time I checked.

The protests only draw attention
to what's happening.

Like... Look.

This was on the news.

We talked to one of the leaders
of the movement,

neighborhood restaurant owner
Lisa Trammell.

Gentrification is violence
to our communities.

These developers move
into our neighborhoods

and displace people.

And we won't stand for it anymore.

Mitchell Bondurant had no comment,
but his company issued a statement saying,

"We are committed to developing
fair and equitable housing

for all Angelenos."

I mean, can he really
get a restraining order because of that?

Not as long as you're not threatening him
or trespassing on his property.

- But you're in luck.
- How so?

I told you I don't do real estate law,
but a TRO? That's right in my wheelhouse.

Wait, so you'll represent me?

Why not?

I can pay you.
It might take a while, but I...

Just make me some more of that pozole.
All right? We're good.

Thank you, Mickey.

I should go.

- Talk soon.
- Bye.

Who's that woman?
Why are you sleeping with her?

Wh... what are you talking about?

Do not do this.
I was married to you, remember?

You put your hands in your pockets
when you're trying to be disarming,

and you start scratching your head.

Okay, okay.

I know every move in your repertoire,
and you just pulled out every single one.

She's a chef I met. That's all.
She's got some legal problems.

So now you're representing her.

Let me guess. Pro bono.
Because you're frosting her cake.

You're basting her turkey.

She's battering your brisket?

Okay, I don't have time for this.

I gotta meet Jesús, and please,
order a tox screen for the new client.

- I'll explain later.
- So, we'll talk about this then?

I don't think so, Lorna. Goodbye.

This is no way to run a law practice.

Gate opened for inmate release.

You take care of yourself.

You didn't have to come
all the way out here.

Yeah.

I did.

Figured you'd be up for a ride.

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Jesús.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just tell the truth,
and everything will be fine.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

So, you left the club
with Martha Renteria around 10:30?

That's right.

Did you negotiate a price?

600. I paid up front.

You told police
you won the lottery.

Only there was no drawing
on the lottery that day.

It's all in the record.

Mr. Menendez admitted he got the money
from his brother, who was a drug dealer.

Fine.

What happened when you got to her place?

We...

we had sex.

She had condoms. I used one.

After, I flushed it.

I used a towel
that was hanging in the bathroom.

That's how your DNA got on the towel.

I guess so.

And then... And then I left.

She was fine when I left.

- Come on, Detective. You...
- So, you didn't kill Martha Renteria?

- No.
- You didn't stab her over 50 times?

No! I never killed anyone.

The ME says the murder weapon was a knife
with no more than a five-inch blade,

maybe half an inch wide.

Probably a folding knife.

Do you own a knife like that?

No.

Have you ever owned one?

No.

Two days ago, I spoke with your roommate
at the time, Luis Castillo.

You remember him.

Can you describe the knife?

It was a hunting knife.
You know, like the folding kind.

Black metal.

How long?

Maybe...

Did this
belong to Jesús Menendez?

Yeah. He said it was in case anybody
"ever got out of line."

What the fuck is this?

Your roommate says you threw that knife
into the LA River after the murder.

He saw you do it.

Are you arresting my client?

I... Okay, maybe I own the...

Not a word.

Are you arresting my client?

Not right at this moment. No.

Then this interview is over. Let's go.

Now!

Why didn't you tell me about this?

I knew how guilty it made me look.

I figured if the cops didn't know,
it didn't matter.

It always matters, Jesús.

Well, I needed you to believe me.

You know what?

Just walk away.

Just like before.

I'm not walking away from you, Jesús.
I told you I wouldn't do that again.

All right?

I need to figure this thing out

'cause they'll come after you
with everything they've got.

Now just go home and talk to no one.
I'll call you.

Look, it is bullshit that downtown keeps
taking your best cases,

but I don't know what to tell you.

Bob brought in a bunch of sharks,
and they're all looking to cut teeth.

I remember when that was you
with your undefeated record.

Got you moved to Major Crimes.

Not quite undefeated. Lost a few.

- Never lost to your ex though.
- Hmm.

I beat that fool every time.

I knew there was a reason
I liked you right off the bat.

You ever think about going private?

Who hasn't?

Just can't see actually doing it.
I'm not built for the dark side.

What about another office?

I've got a friend up in San Fran.
They are desperate for good people.

Hayley's at a new school, making friends.
I couldn't do that to her. Or Mickey.

You gotta do something.

Yeah.

This is really good.

What did I tell you?

Mom's missing out.

She came home,
and she made herself soup from a can.

I'm sorry about that, hija.
Your mom and I are...

You okay?

Yeah.

It's not the stuff with Mom, is it?

No, no. It's just a case.

I made the dumbest mistake
a defense attorney can make.

I trusted a cop.

- Dude.
- Yeah.

Remember that one I told you about?
The thing I had to make right?

The one that started all the trouble
with Mom in the first place?

Mm.

Do you remember
when I was in, like, fourth grade,

and I got super freaked out about school?

I remember a nine-year-old worrying
if she was gonna get into Yale.

You said, "Just worry about
what's right in front of you."

"This math test. This reading assignment."

- I said that?
- Yeah.

I was a good dad, huh?

So take your own advice.

Focus on what's right in front of you.
You'll figure the rest out.

I mean, you are the hottest
defense attorney in LA, aren't you?

Oh, I see. She showed you that, huh?

Oh yeah.

- Did you at least read the article?
- No.

- All right. Good.
- Yeah.

57003.
People versus Russell Lawson.

Hey.

Can you get me out of here now?

Hold on while I try something.

Does counsel wish to be heard?

If you can give us just one moment,
Your Honor?

Wow. You still get a physical newspaper.

That's old-school.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

So are these. Actual paper photographs.

Judge Lyons will love these.
He doesn't do technology.

So that is my client's house.
18001 Remington Place.

And that is the house
where he was arrested. 18010.

As you can see, they're almost identical,
even the numbers.

So?

So burglary requires a specific intent
to commit a crime.

This was just a mistake.

My client was under the influence.
He thought it was his house.

His key didn't work, so he broke
what he thought was his own window.

You'd still have to prove he was too drunk
to know where he was,

which could be tough because,
according to his credit card receipts,

he only had three drinks.

You'd think someone who got his picture
in the paper would know that.

Six months, final offer.

Or I could wait for the tox screen
I ordered yesterday.

What would that prove?

Even if he had more than that,
it wouldn't still be in his system.

Rohypnol would.

Rohyp... You think your client was roofied?

Well, the bar he was at,
a dozen different people have complained

about getting drugged.

And lots more all over the city,
most of them unsolved.

Kind of a black eye for the cops
and the DA, don't you think?

So I'm thinking misdemeanor trespass,
time served,

plus my client would generously agree
to pay for the window.

Or you can roll the dice at trial,

but then the story would be
that someone's drugging people,

and the DA's too busy going after
innocent victims to do anything about it.

I happen to know a reporter or two.

Your Honor, I don't think we need to waste
any more of the court's time today.

Okay.

They're gonna take you to Processing now.
You'll be home by lunchtime.

I don't know how to thank you.

Uh...

Hey, if you ever have
to declare bankruptcy...

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
Poker face, Russell.

Haller.

Hey, what are you doing downtown?

I went to see Bob. Tried to see whether
I could get another one of my cases back.

He offered me second chair as a courtesy.

Felt more like a "fuck you,"
but who's counting?

What are you gonna do?

Oh, I don't know yet.
I'll think of something.

Listen.

I'm sorry about the other night.

It was a bad day all round,
and I took it out on you.

I get it. I'm sorry too.

Look, Maggie,
I'm happy you're seeing someone.

Okay, not happy happy, maybe, but...

I understand.

Just hope he's a good guy.

You deserve it, Maggie.

So do you.

Well, I better head back to Van Nuys
before the 101 turns into a parking lot.

See you, Mickey.

Registrar's office. May I help?

Hi. I need the form
for the Criminal Practice Clinic.

I work for a defense lawyer.
He's gonna mentor me.

Although, if you saw the way
he does things,

you would think it's the exact opposite
of the way things should be done.

When's this due?

By Friday, but you need to get
the Academic Dean's signature

if you're not using
one of our approved mentors.

- Dean Wheaton.
- Okay. Great.

Wheaton? Um...

The Wheaton who teaches torts?

Yes. He's serving as interim dean
until they find someone permanent.

He's here for 30 minutes.
You could do it now.

Oh, uh, no. No, I'm actually... Huge hurry.

Uh, maybe I'll do it tomorrow
or the next day.

- Hey.
- Hey, babe. How's school tonight?

Fine. Um, you know, the usual.

- How are things with you?
- Everything's great.

I'm just, uh, running down some leads
on Glory Days.

So, I'll see you later, then?

Hey, um, don't wait up.
Could be a late one.

Okay.

You sure you're down with this?

Yeah, yeah.

Let's go.

Kaz!

You son of a bitch.

Welcome home, brother.

Get this man a beer.

Hell yeah!

Feels weird not driving you home.

I think I can handle it.

Just appreciate you filling in
around the office.

Oh! Listen, before I forget.
That guy stopped by a few hours ago.

- Which guy?
- Your client, Russell Lawson.

Gave me a credit card number for 5K.

I thought he'd paid up front?

He said it was for a retainer
in case he needed anything else.

Okay, well. Look, I'm gonna lose you
when I go up in the Hills, so...

- There's one more thing.
- Which is?

Yesterday morning,
when I was giving you a hard time,

you let me think you were with Maggie.

I didn't let you
think anything, Izzy.

- I just didn't wanna deal with it.
- I know.

Either way, it's none of my business.

I just know that long-term,

staying on this path
is about being honest.

Especially with yourself.

Good night.

Good night, Izzy.

Nice view.

I mean, the picture in the paper
made it look good,

but at night, it really comes alive,
don't you think?

Russell?

What the fuck are you doing here?

I didn't wanna break another window,
so I hopped the fence.

I gotta say, today was amazing.

I mean, I know you're good, but that was...

...something else.

I don't know what you want, exactly, but...

Okay. You should probably hear me out.

After all, you are my attorney.

Paid an extra retainer
to make sure of that,

so I think that I probably want
what any client wants, Mickey.

I want your expert legal help.

Being a lawyer, it comes with
all sorts of duties and responsibilities,

doesn't it?

Like, the duty of confidentiality.

That's the big one, right?

The one where anything I say
becomes our little secret,

and you can't tell anybody,

especially not the police.

So,

here's our little secret.

Martha Renteria had it coming.

That bitch got exactly what she deserved.

And then someone else went down for it,
and he's about to go down for it again.

But the best part is, now,

there's nothing you can do about it.

You broke into that house
to trick me into representing you?

I did a hell of a lot more
than that, Counselor.

When your tox screen comes back,
it's gonna show Rohypnol, all right.

Roofied myself
just to make it look really good.

Come on. You gotta give me an A
for effort for that.

I had to get you to stop looking for me,
and then it hit me.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

You thought that if you found me,

you could save, uh...

What's the guy's name?

Menendez?

Well, congrats. You found me.

But you can't ever tell a soul about it,

or I'll see that you're disbarred.

And that's just for starters.

- Are you threatening me, Russell?
- Threatening you?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I would never threaten you,

even though I know where you live
and that you have a family.

I'd never threaten you because
a threat would be the one circumstance

where maybe you might be able
to tell our little secret.

So, no, you can rest assured
that you and your family are safe with me.

Just like our little secret
is safe with you.

Well...

I...

I'll see you around, Counselor.