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A journalist
was shot and killed.

The state will refile

and try these two
defendants together.

My client can't get a fair trial
if we're with Mr. Blum.

Well, then I suggest
you visit the court officer

so he can stamp
your "tough shit" ticket.

The two of you
are joined at the hip.

♪ He finds his facts
on Fox & Friends ♪

♪ He's rotten to the core

♪ It's like this nightmare
never ends ♪

♪ We can't take anymore...

♪ Stop hurting us,
you're hurting us ♪

♪ Our souls are black and blue

♪ Stop hurting us,
you're hurting us ♪

♪ We need to know what's true

♪ We need to know
what's true... ♪

♪ What's true.

I know. It gets me every time.

No human should starve.
No baby should suffer.

If this won't touch
the heartstrings

of Trump supporters,
I don't know what will.

Let's hold off on questions.
Sorry.

Harry, yes? Yeah, this is
such great work, Guy.

Do you think we can get this
on Chris Hayes's show?

We're posting
on YouTube later today,

and our plan is to even
take an ad out on Fox.

I didn't see anything in there
about single-payer health care.

Well, we couldn't touch
on everything. If we did,

it'd be an
eight-hour video. Do you feel...

But single-payer isn't just
another issue; it's theissue.

No, the issue is global warming.

The debate is over...

Follow me.

What?
Just follow me.

Where?
Close.

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!
Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Do you want a mission?

Do I want...?

A mission.

I don't know what that means.

You have two options.

You could go back in there and
they'll make you the co-chair

of the subcommittee
on bake sales,

and every week you'll argue over
some new outrage of Trump's,

or you could do something.

I'm looking for
people who are sick

of just bitching and moaning,

people who are sick of
screaming at the news.

I'm looking for people
who are ready

to take the fight to Trump.

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bada-ba-dum

♪ A duck walked up
to a lemonade stand ♪

♪ And he said
to the man running the stand ♪

♪ "Hey!" Bum, bum, bum

♪ "Got any grapes?"

♪ The man said,
"No, we just sell lemonade ♪

♪ But it's cold
and it's fresh..." ♪

♪ Waddle waddle...

♪ Till the very next day,
bum, bum, bum, bum... ♪

Sorry. Ten-month-old.

♪ Walked up to
the lemonade stand... ♪

Sir?

Lucca, Liz is looking for you.

For me? Did we have a meeting? Mr. Blum?

Mr. Blum? Hello? Yeah, what floor am I on?

23rd.

Is this where I'm going?
- It is, yes.

The United Negro College Fund
have a bake sale?

Excuse me?

That painting is
fucking hideous.

So where are we
doing this? This way.

So, listen, Mary Elizabeth...

Maia Rindell.

Unless this judge
has a heart attack,

you and I are stuck
with one another.

We're co-counsels,
so don't fuck me.

Oh, God.

Why are we stopping?

Well, this is me.

Here?

Uh, yes.

And-and this chair?

Well, I mean, you get one, too.

Did I volunteer
to man the phones

at a teen suicide hotline?

Where is your office?

We're pressed for space.

Oh, my fucking God.

How can anyone
take you seriously?

How can you take
yourself seriously?

You work out of your bedroom

next to a rotten pile
of smoked salmon.

Who's that? Why does
she have an office?

She's a third year, too.

Excuse me, miss?

Little Maia here can't get

through the day
without masturbating.

Roland!
She's a little self-conscious

about doing it out here.

I was wondering, would you
be willing to trade places?

Would
you shut up, please?

Just shut the fuck up.
I need you to back...

Please back off.
Sit in one of my seats.

Oh, good, Lucca. Come in.

Sorry, Mrs. Reddick,
I didn't know we had a meeting.

Oh, no, we didn't,
we didn't, we don't.

I just wanted to, um...
Uh, come... Have a seat.

Yeah, sure.

Can I get you anything?

A-A bagel?
Oh, no.

Actually, I've got some,
uh... Cheerios.

So how are things
in matrimonial?

Good.

Yeah, five new clients.
And thank you for

pushing me for the job.

Oh, no problem. I wanted
a familiar face in there.

You know, someone that, uh...

Uh, anyway, I have a
divorce referral for you.

Great. Who?

Me.

You?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.
It's a long time coming.

We've had our tensions and, uh,

barely even, uh...

Anyway, I don't want to bore
you, so let's just, uh...

Oh, Mrs. Reddick, I-I'm sorry.

My diaper bag looks like my...
- Oh, yeah.

Work bag.
- Here.

Okay, so, um, just
a few basic questions.

Yes. I, uh, I make more than my
husband. Uh, we have a prenup.

You remember my son Malcolm?
I want sole custody,

and I expect this
to be amicable.

Is that what he expects?

He...?

Is that what your husband
expects, for it to be amicable?

Oh, I don't...

I don't know.
I haven't told him yet.

I think you should.

Yes.

Yeah, I should.

I will.

Great.

Ugh.

What is that stuff?

Ugh, it's poison. Try it.

Ooh, no thanks.

Who's this asshole?

State of Illinois
v. Ward and Colman.

Ah, put it on the table.
Here you go, kid.

I'm Spencer Zschau,

the assistant state's attorney

now assigned to
the Mundy murder.

What happened to Matan?

You mean the killer?

What are
you, a comedian?

You know, I saw you
in court. Uh...

"I have the killer's name
inside this envelope."

It's very impressive.

That's why I'm on this case.
You got into Matan's head.

You'll find it hard
to get into mine.

Want to bet?

What's your plea offer?

Well, you should know
our clients intend

to stick together.

Your client paid
for Tony Mundy's murder

and yours was the triggerman,

so 25 years for yours
and 20 for yours.

Get the fuck out of here!

What, you call that an offer?

I call that the best you'll get.

But no need to compel discovery.

What the fuck?
- Oh.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Those must be takeout menus.
My mistake.

I assume you'll be getting us
the real discovery

by end of day?

That's definitely
a good assumption.

You probably don't
recognize me, Mr. Blum.

My father was Alvin Zschau.

That supposed
to mean something to me?

Federal Judge, Seventh Circuit.

You fed lies and smears
to your buddies at the press

to get him to resign.

Never heard of him.
Sounds like a made-up name.

I've waited
for this moment for a long time.

Meeting you face-to-face
in order to say,

"See you in court."

That's not good.

He's gonna keep the discovery
from us until the last minute.

Yeah, I'll call for a motion to
compel because now I'm pissed.

Little shit thinking
he can come after me?

What are you doing?

I'm taking off my pants.

Why? Morphine suppository.

Again?

Hey.

Hey.

Are we out of vanilla yogurt?

Uh, yeah.
I'll, uh, get some tomorrow.

Do you want me to
make you some eggs?

No, I'm good.

Bad day at work?

No.

Ian.

I think we need to...

consider giving
ourselves a break.

From?

Each other.

You mean a separation?

No.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

Ian, this isn't anybody's fault,

and-and I hope that we can
stay civil for Malcolm.

I've already talked
to my lawyer, and I told her

this does not have to get ugly.

You've talked to a lawyer?

Well, I work in an office
filled with them.

Well, then, I guess
I better get one, too.

Come on in.
You're the last.

It's a temporary space.

A benefactor loaned it to us.

My name is Valerie Peyser.

I worked for five years
in the Obama White House

in oppo research.

Three weeks ago,
Henry Roberts raised

$6 million in dark money

to fund an off-the-books
guerrilla oppo operation.

He asked me to run it.

I've spent the last few weeks
visiting activist meetings,

like the ones
where I found you all.

They have been,
to say the least,

disheartening.

Nobody seems to be willing
to do what is necessary.

And what's that?

For those of you who don't know,

this is Rachelle Max
from DLE Strategies.

Whatever it takes.

Democrats talk like
Trump is the enemy,

but they don't act like it.

They act like this is the '90s,

and they're working
under the old rules.

The new rules are these:

Move fast, be smart,

attack, lie,

don't get caught.

Machiavelli wrote The Prince
for the rulers.

Well, we're rewriting it for us.

When I gave you my card,

I asked you
if you wanted a mission.

Well, this is it.

Trump's current approval rating.

If we want
to defeat him in 2020,

it has to be this.

Nine points.

That's your mission.

How do we lose nine points?

The Trump administration

is increasing
the level of cyanide

allowed in school lunches
in elementary schools.

Critics of the change say
it poisons innocent children,

but the Secretary of Education
says the increase in cyanide

will act as a deterrent...

You all right?
- Yeah. The news.

Ugh. I know.
It's a nightmare.

Are you still working with
the Democratic Committee, Liz?

Uh, no, I was
too radical. Why?

I may want to call you
about something.

What?

Um, let me get a little
deeper into it first,

make sure it's real.

Oh, here they are.

So we're all here.
What do you need, Maia?

You told me a year ago

that if I wanted anything at
this firm, I have to ask for it.

True.

I want an office.

Actually, Maia, that's
a managing partner issue.

Why don't we talk downstairs?

- I'd rather we talk here.
- Uh, well, Maia,

the issue here is space,
and we wish we had more.

We're growing, and we hope

that all associates, even second
years, will have an office.

I'm a third year.

I try not to make a fuss,

but Jenna Diamond,
she was given an office

even though she joined the firm
six months after me.

She was working the Kaflin case.
She needed the space.

And I'm working
with Roland Blum.

You are?

Yes. He's my cocounsel
on the Mundy murder.

I didn't know that.

He doesn't have a firm,

so we have to come here
to discuss strategy,

and it is embarrassing
to work at my hot desk.

Okay. Give us a few hours
to discuss this, Maia.

Thank you.

She's using Roland Blum
to get an office.

She still has a point.
- If we give her an office,

we'll have 20 other associates
pounding on our door.

Will you excuse me?

These are the papers
from your husband's lawyers.

Wow, that was quick.

Okay, what does he want?

To void your prenup,
retain ownership of the house,

full custody of Malcolm.
What? Are you kidding me?

He also wants a full accounting
of Reddick/Boseman's books,

claiming you hid money.

Oh, he's going to war.
He-He's overreaching.

No judge is ever
going to agree to this.

Well, there's an exception
in the prenup

in the case of adultery.

He's charging me with adultery?

Yes.

With who?

Diane?

No.

Oh, God.

Congratulations. Look at you.

Captain Kirk.

Thank you. I plan to rule
with a velvet glove.

Uh, interesting design choice.

Yeah, somebody left it here
as a greeting.

Well, I don't think I'd...

What?

Yeah, uh, okay,
I'd take that down.

Congratulations.

Mr. Cain?

I'm a little busy.
What do you need?

You're running
for a federal judgeship.

Excuse me?

That was Kevin Jordan
from CPS Systems.

I know him from my dad's
campaign against

one of his Republican judges.

It was just a friendly meeting.

Then I wouldn't have
those three résumés there,

because the partners
could get the wrong idea.

Look, uh...
here's the thing.

I-I haven't told
the partners yet,

because my sponsor said I need

to vet a consultant first.

Don't worry about me.
I don't care.

By the way, don't hire Lanny.

He hasn't won a campaign
since his divorce.

And Topher drinks.

He thinks everything can
be solved with an op-ed.

Ask him how many other clients
he's representing.

This is bullshit! There was no adultery?

No, not at all.
Good.

So, I'm wondering if maybe
you should hire another lawyer.

N-No. Why?

Well, because this will
get very personal very fast.

We didn't sleep with each other.
This will not get personal.

Well, uh, did you ever
have sexual relations

after your marriage?

No.N...

What?

The...

Um...

What?

What? No, no, no.

That wasn't, that wasn't sex.

That would depend
on how you define "sex," Liz.

Wait, wait, wait,
what-what are you talking about here?

Wait, that thing? No. No.

No, the other one.

The bathroom.
- Oh.

Oh.Yeah, but we weren't, we
weren't divorced yet, so...

Anyway,

that's why I think
you should get another lawyer.

No. No, I feel better about
keeping this in-house.

Okay.

I don't want to put
either of you on the stand,

so I just need you
to both sign affidavits.

Your Honor, thank you
for hearing our motion.

We bring it with
utmost reluctance.

Facing, as we are,

a blatant Brady violation
on the part of Mr....

Schezwan.Mr. Zschau.

If I may, a violation
made more egregious

by the fact we're only six days
from trial.

We're in full compliance

with the rules of discovery,
Your Honor.

I brought the discovery
over myself.

Oh, he did, Your Honor.

And let me show you
what he brought.

A Luger.

A Mauser.

Your Honor, excuse me...

The sidearms of the Wehrmacht,
Your Honor,

along with a note,

"To the kike...

"and the dyke.

"More Zyklon B, please.

Send in the Kleins."

This is your attempt
at humor, Mr. Zschau?

This isn't my attempt
at anything, Your Honor.

This is a total fabrication
by Mr. Blum.

Oh, isn't that what we always
hear from Holocaust deniers?

I'm not a Holocaust denier.

You know, it's hard to be a Jew,
Your Honor.

So many times I've asked myself:

Why do they hate us?

Good job.

Yeah. So where we
going with this?

Your fucking hot desk?

Oh, no. No, winners,
they work in here.

Mr. Boseman and Ms.
Reddick both swear

that there were no sexual
relations after their divorce,

so I believe this court
can easily decide in favor

of the respondent.
Unfortunately, for Ms. Quinn,

my client would
like to call a witness.

Your Honor, Mr.
Payton was interviewed for a job

by our firm and we rejected him,

so he has a chip on his
shoulder about our firm.

My guess is that's why the
petitioner hired this lawyer.

He had an added incentive?

Is that right? It is.

Okay,
do you have a witness

who can refute these
affidavits, Counselor?

We do, Your Honor.
- Then let's go.

I'm all ears.

You are going to make
a great federal judge, Julius,

in my opinion.

And the best way
to campaign: op-eds.

All we need is the right topic.

Hot, but not too hot.

Got it.
Um...

By the way,

how many other clients
are you representing?

You need op-ed ideas?

How many clients should he have?

Five, maybe less.
How many does he have?

Thirteen.

Do me a favor,
meet with the next one.

I-I don't know what to ask.

You want me to consult?

No, I, uh...

Yes.

Okay.

Detective Hedren,
you were assigned to a protective detail

for Adrian Boseman on the
night of May 16, were you not?

I was. Nine days earlier,

he was shot during the
commission of a hate crime.

We were being cautious.

Could you take us through
the events of that night? I saw

Mr. Boseman and Mrs. Lawrence
pull out of the parking garage

of their office
building at 8:45 p.m.

They drove to Mr. Boseman's
apartment building

on Lake Shore Drive

at approximately 9:10.

And approximately
what time did they leave?

They didn't.

Mrs. Lawrence alone
left at 12:20.

That would place them together

at Adrian Boseman's apartment
for three hours?

I'm just curious, who was with
the child during all this time?

My son was with my husband.

The current one.

Correct.

Ms. Quinn,
anything from you?

Yes.

Um, Detective, I assume it was

your C.O.,
Commander Lawrence,

who gave you the assignment
to spy on his wife?

Objection as to "spy,"
Your Honor.Sustained.

Doesn't it strike you as odd
that your protective detail

was assigned the day after

Mr. Boseman's assailant
was arrested?

I'm gonna interrupt you
right there.

I understand what you're
trying to do, Counselor.

But the reasons for Captain
Lawrence's surveillance

has no bearing on whether what
was discovered was true or not.

What was the reason for the
three hours in the apartment?

I'd like to hear from both
on that question.

So, unfortunately,
now you two have to testify.

It was caretaking,
you guys, not sex.

For three hours?

I'd just been released
from the hospital.

I needed help at home.

What help?
What did Liz do?

Laundry.

Well, how many loads?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Okay, okay.
Jay will look into this.

My guess is

Geoffrey will try to dig up
inconsistencies in your stories,

so I'm afraid I'll have
to witness prep you, both.

Tomorrow.

Our clients did it.

Did you have any doubts?

Yeah, I guess I did.

Clients always do it.

The only difference is
some are easier to get off.

Well, I didn't expect
your client to open

a Cayman account for my client

and pay him 50,000
for the murder.

That's not what
that evidence says.

Roland, it's just the two of us.

It is what it says.
They have us.

No, that is a, um...

Yes, it is a record
for a Cayman account.

To my client, for $50,000.Yes,
but it's not for a murder.

To pay for an escort
in the Caymans

when my client
planned to go there.

That's why it was so secretive.
It was about sex.

Not about murder.
Ugh, you make my brain hurt.

You tell a competing story.
You make the climax bigger.

When they talk about
a payoff for murder,

you talk about a payoff
for three-way sex!

'Cause that's
what it's about: sex.

Unprotected anal intercourse
with underage Cambodians.

Two sad, stunted men, both
abused when they were children

play out twisted fantasies
of defiling childlike innocence

just as they themselves
were once defiled.

This is not gonna work.

Don't tell me
what's gonna work, princess.

We tell the story,
uh, they buy the story.

Okay.

Okay, tomorrow in court.

Tomorrow.

Look, look.
The problem is Trump's base.

It's solid.
You'll never get it

below 38%.
- Because of the religious right.

And the Midwestern support.

Even the midterms
didn't undercut

the electoral college
superiority. So, what do we do?

You need to hit his
online infrastructure.

What do you mean?

He has troll farms
in several cities.

Every time there's the slightest
drop in Trump's polls,

the farms pump up the fake news.

She's right. Almost every bit

of the fake news
shaping the opinions

of the religious right
comes out of these farms.

And what are these again?

♪ In a city with a name
I don't know how to pronounce ♪

♪ With a lot of fake Facebook
and Twitter accounts ♪

♪ In a windowless room
lit by the glow of the screen ♪

♪ There's a weaponized
information garbage machine ♪

♪ Making up stories
that'll look like news ♪

♪ About abortion and guns
and immigration and Jews ♪

♪ Pleasantly delighted
we're so easily divided ♪

♪ Working for
a Russian troll farm ♪

♪ It's a full-time job
keeping up with the feed ♪

♪ You refresh and you read,
you refresh and you read ♪

♪ There's a post from a friend,
you let down your guard ♪

♪ But it's just bait on a hook
and you bite down hard ♪

♪ You like it so you like it
and your friends like you ♪

♪ And now everyone likes it
so it must be true ♪

♪ You move on undaunted

♪ But you did
just what they wanted ♪

♪ You're working for
a Russian troll farm ♪

♪ We won't ever beat 'em till
we learn how not to feed 'em ♪

♪ Working for
a Russian troll farm. ♪

So is there any way
to undercut them?

I don't know, but there's one
about three blocks away,

on Randolph.
What? Where?

At Bauer. It disguises
itself as a day trading boiler room.

Oh, my God, I know that place.

How do you even know this? 4chan.

Gamergate guys think I'm a
guy, too. It makes it easier

to find out what's going on.

Look, the problem isn't
finding out who does it.

It's getting them to stop.

Okay, so we've
refined our mission.

Stop the troll farm on Randolph.

Hello?

Sorry. One minute.

This is my office.

Yeah, I like it.
Lots of room.

This is good. What is it?

Mine.

Oh, I'm sorry, you-you
want me out of here?

Actually, I do, Mr. Blum.

Ah. You know me.

And you are the great
Diane Lockhart.

I need my desk.

You know, Jonas Stern was
a good friend of mine.

That makes sense.

Oh, he loved talking about you.

About being your mentor.

And by "mentor,"
I mean fuck buddy.

It's always good
to talk to a dinosaur.

Reminds me how much
things have changed.

Oh, yes, yes, #MeToo.

Changed everything, didn't it?

I mean, you saved the world

from having to watch
Weinstein shower.

What, no comeback?

I'm sorry, are you still here?

That's right. Liberals live
and die by the zeitgeist.

#MeToo, the midterms...
civil rights.

You think the arc of history
tends toward justice.

Was that lightning
or a psychotic reaction?

I don't see lightning.

So... not to blow your mind,

but where does Mr. Trump fit in
on that arc of history?

Or is he tending toward justice?

Oh, that's right.

He's a-a temporary speed bump.

When he's gone, we'll
just keep speeding on

to that Susan Sarandon nirvana.

But I know Trump.

Yeah, we were the three amigos:
Cohn, Trump and me.

He's not going anywhere.

He likes his job.

He wants a third term.

That will never happen.

Oh-oh, because there'll be holy
hell to pay from Lindsey Graham?

People will rise up.

Of course they will.

'Cause that's what people do
when the jobless rate is at 3.7.

They get angry and
start breaking things.

"We want fewer jobs."

Want to give me a blow job?

Hello. It's Diane Lockhart.

I found a strange man in my
office rooting through my desk.

I think he's homeless.

That'd be great.
Thank you.

Ah.

You know, here's
the thing, Diane.

Trump wins

because he sees life
as a battle, not a cause.

He uses your strength
against you.

Liberals never get that.

Valerie. It's, uh, Diane.

I had a thought about
how to attack the troll farms.

The resistance needs to use
their technique against them.

It's like Pizzagate.
Trump lives by fake news.

He dies by fake news.

Let's help them die.

Hey.

She just used five target words
in one sentence.

What?

Diane. She used five
target words in one sentence.

What color target? Red. All red.

"Trump,"

"die," "fake news,"

"resistance," "Pizzagate."

Wow. That is like
domestic terrorism bingo.

You sure it was Diane
and not someone calling her?

Diane Lockhart. Who was she on with?

Liz Reddick? Uh, I don't know.

Someone new.
I didn't get it.

Go check on your end.

Valerie Peyser? Who's that?

I don't know.
Never heard of her.

I'm sending it upstairs.
They love conspiracies.

There she goes.

Good luck, Valerie Peyser.

You just earned yourself
a three-hop warrant.

No, wait, wait, wait. Try this.

It's not really a day
trader on Randolph.

They're hiding
illegal aliens there

until they can send them
to Southern states.

No. To MS-13.

Oh! So they can kill women.

Wait, wait, it's too silly.

We want people to believe this,
to take this seriously.

It's not about being
taken seriously.

It's about saying it
with conviction,

wording it like a news story.

Put it in the mouth of P-Anon.

Fuck, yeah, you're right.

Who's P-Anon?

Our version of QAnon.

We'll make him a senior official
in the Trump administration

who has access
to confidential documents

and wants to share it on 4chan.

Hey! We got to get
P-Anon T-shirts.

Okay. It's in four waves.

First, a fake news story
on a raid

on the day trader on Randolph.

The results of the raid
were kept secret.Yes.

Good.

And a Facebook account
of a mother who can't find

her ten-year-old and thinks
she's in that building.

Oh!

I got to tell you,
this is really satisfying.

We need beers.

Well, this is all
very impressive, Lanny.

Thank you, Julius.

I think you'd make
a great judge,

so I can't wait to get started.

Just a few questions.

You have the Judge Richmond
campaign listed on your resume?

Uh, I do. Yes.

Nice guy.

But I thought Gene Kloves
ran that campaign.

Well, that leaves just one.

Melissa Long.

She's probably
the best, honestly.

I'd go with her.

Uh, Marissa.

Thanks.

Oh, no problem.
It's just what I do.

On the night in question, Ms.
Reddick took you home?

Yes. She was helping me as
a friend and a colleague.

I couldn't have gotten
through it without her.

Does any of that
"helping" involve

having her in your bedroom?

Not in the way that you mean.

Tell me what way I mean.

So you're the tough questioner?

Tell me what I mean.

You're implying there
was some sexual contact.

But there wasn't?

I helped him place pillows
and put things within reach.

What things?

Uh, small things, like
his cell phone, water,

pain pills.

And how long did that take?

Ten minutes.

You were in the bathroom
for only ten minutes?

No.Then how long?

I-I don't know.
Uh, he was exhausted,

so probably most of the time.

You talked about work
for two hours and 50 minutes?

And our marriage.
And why it didn't work out.

And why didn't it?

Listen, I don't think they're
gonna ask me that, so we can...

If it makes you
uncomfortable, they will.

We were trying to
remember the last time

that we were
in a hospital together.

Um, and it was in the last
year of our marriage.

I had ruptured my appendix,

and Adrian was
in the hospital with me.

He stayed with me night and day.

He's very good

in emergency situations.

So, this was your chance
to return the favor?

Yes.

And what did
"returning the favor" entail?

What did Liz say?

Well, we'd rather
get your memory.

The painkillers
hadn't kicked in yet,

so Liz started humming a song
to me that I had hummed to her.

What song was that?

♪ One bright morning,
when my life is over ♪

♪ I'll fly away

♪ I'll fly away

♪ Oh, glory

♪ I'll fly away

♪ When I die

♪ Hallelujah,
by and by ♪

♪ I'll fly

♪ Away. ♪

"I'll Fly Away."

Good.

I think you're both ready.

We can't wait anymore.

Yes, I know, Your Honor.
I think Mr. Blum might have had

a dental appointment
that went too long.

Well, get him in here.
Get him in here this afternoon!

Mr. Blum, where are you?!
You missed court!

Mr....

Where's Mr. Blum?

Did you bring granola?

What? No.

Roland?

Roland.

Roland, wake up.

Wake... I got us a delay
until this afternoon,

but I need you to wake up, okay?
You got to get dressed.

Rol...

Roland, wake up.

Hi. Uh, this is Roland Blum's
assistant... Bambi.

Uh, I believe
we missed your call.

Will he know
what this is regarding?

What this is
regarding is a plea deal

I was making with Roland Blum.

I couldn't get ahold of Blum.

So here I am.

What's the offer?

The same I offered Blum.

You get your client to testify
against Avery Ward,

we'll give him 18 months.

No.

You want to go back to court?

I wouldn't mind that.

What's that about?

Honesty.

Make it six months,
and I'll take it to my client.

Six months for murder?

Six months,
and you get a conviction

of the real person responsible.

Face it, you want
one big conviction,

not two small ones.

Done.

I hope you've got a gun.

Why?

You just screwed over
Roland Blum.

I had a ruptured appendix
when we were married,

and Adrian stayed with me
in the hospital

and sang "I'll Fly Away" to me.

I was returning the favor.

For three hours?

I wanted to wait
till he was asleep.

Makes sense to me.
Anything else, Counselor?

One more thing, Your Honor.

I have an affidavit from
Detective Hedren.

When you left Mr. Boseman's
residence that night,

he followed you to a Rite Aid.

Uh, objection, Your Honor.
This is crazy.

He followed her?

Why was he following her

when he was there
to protect Mr. Boseman?

Because he was actually
there to spy, obviously.

But...

what did he find? He saw you purchasing

in that Rite Aid
a nonprescription

morning-after pill.

Did he have that correct,
Ms. Reddick?

Your Honor, I'd like a recess
to review this affidavit.

Do we have an answer
for this? You're not gonna like it.

As if his plate
wasn't full enough,

presidential son-in-law
and senior advisor Jared Kushner

has been tasked with overhauling

the nation's
circus entertainment.

Kushner promises
to repeal regulations

preventing the mistreatment
of elephants

and on the number of clowns
permissible in a single vehicle.

12 were arrested
and five others were injured

when a riot broke out
at a Chicago day trading firm

on Randolph.

A window was broken
and employees were scattered

after an Internet rumor
started up

that the business was actually
an elaborate pedophile ring.

Whoa. Whoa.

They don't want us
to know the truth! Yes!

There are people in there
killing and raping babies!

No word
on how the rumor started,

but most point to a high-ranking
Trump official.

P-Anon forever!

Yes!

Valerie.

We're sorry.
You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

What?

Valerie?

We're sorry.
You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

We're sorry.
You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

Well, that's too bad for Diane.

You think it's upstairs?

I don't know. It's weird.

We send that Valerie name
up there,

and then the next day
she's gone.

Maybe she's just on vacation.

What? Why do you care?

I don't know.

I don't want Diane to end up
at some black site.

No, they don't do
black sites anymore.

They do, um, sweet little

bed-and-breakfasts
in Costa Rica, or something.

Hey, um, I sent you something.

It's not another
clown video, is it?

Why would I send you
another clown video?

I'm glad I passed the test.

We need more black conservatives
in power.

So I'll send over contracts.

Good. You were
my first choice.

And I only
will charge you half

on this first hour.

Good. Wait.
What do you mean?

I won't charge you
for the full hour.

For this interview?

Yes.

But isn't it an interview?

Yes.

W-Wait, I'm sorry.

I don't understand
why I'm being charged at all.

Look, we can probably
work out an accommodation.

Uh, how much is an hour?
Just curious.

750.

But again,

we'll find a way
to discount this first hour.

I want you to do it. What?

Run my judicial campaign.

Are you serious? Yes.

I've gotten better advice
from you these last few days

than a long line
of these idiots.

Okay.

Okay.

So you did purchase
a morning-after pill?

Yes.
- And you understand

how suspicious
that might appear?

The timing? Yes.

Then why did you buy it?

My husband had wanted us
to have another child

in order to save our marriage,
and we had been trying.

And I-I...

I was talking
to Mr. Boseman that night

about ourmarriage
and why it had failed.

And I realized
that I did not want

to bring up
another child with Ian.

Captain.

No. Your attorney can put you
on the stand if he wants.

So this has nothing to do

with sleeping
with Mr. Boseman? - No.

Not at all.

Okay. Any questions, Counselor?

No.

But I do for
Mr. Boseman.

You've been quite

the subject of interest
in here, sir.

That's my understanding.

I'm ready to answer
any question.

Well, I'm sure I have
a dozen, but let's let

Mr. Payton start.

Hi.

Hi.

Have you...

found a job yet, sir?

Not yet.

But thank you for your concern.

Let's see.

What have I given
you, Mr. Boseman?

Well...

I'm not sure
how you acquired these, sir,

but they look to be
statements of accounts

for our firm, Reddick/Boseman.
Do you see

the highlighted payments
made in March of this year?

I do.

Could you read their
description aloud, please?

Each one says,
"Reddick, payment."

Other than your ex-wife,

was there anyone else
working at your law firm

in March of this year
with the last name Reddick?

No.
Your Honor, I'd like

to submit these statements
into evidence.

They show payments
of over $400,000

to Liz Reddick that she has not
disclosed to her husband.

Would you care to explain
these payments, Mr. Boseman?

My guess is

you'd like to take
a recess, Ms. Quinn?

I know I'm not a partner,
so I'm not privy

to the firm's finances,
but I cannot be your attorney

if you keep me in the dark.

You have to tell me everything.

So what are
those Reddick payments?

You're under oath;
it's gonna come out

when you go back into court.

Has the firm been paying you
for some kind of tax dodge?

No, no.

Adrian?
- No, no, no, no, no.

So what are
these payments? They're for your father?

For Carl?

But they continued
after he died.

Some are just a month ago.

To pay off the women.

To keep them quiet.

There are women?

Yeah, we have NDAs with four.

Oh, my God.

What a nightmare.

I came to this firm
because of him.

Because of his reputation.

Which we would like to preserve.

What do you want to do?

Liz?

Give him what
he wants, Liz. Liz. Oh, no...

Liz, give him what he wants.

He doesn't want full custody.

Okay? He's just using
that to get back at me.

No. I get full custody.

We'll just void the prenup.

I hate that he wins
'cause of this.

So do I.

Let's talk.
She's ready to make a deal.

Hold the elevator.

Oh. Hey.

Hey.
Hi.

I thought you judges
had your own elevator.

Nope, we ride with the unwashed.

Mm. Good thing I wash.

Good thing you do.

So you're settling, right?

The case?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why?

I don't date witnesses
in my court.

Yeah.

Irresistible.

The troll farm is gone.

May be temporary,
but it's great news.

So where's Valerie?

I don't know.

I tried calling her.
Her phone is disconnected.

And I texted.

We should watch the phones
and texts to each other.

On 4chan, they talk about
Trump using the NSA

to go after his enemies.

Are we really at that point?

Arresting political enemies?

No, but Nixon had
his enemies lists.

Do we think Trump doesn't?

So what are you saying?

That there are black sites
and kidnappings?

I don't know what
we're talking about.

We have a private
investigator at my firm.

I'll ask him to look
into what happened.

But let's not let
paranoia eat away at us.

We're not in a
banana republic here.

It's me.

She's writing a text. What does it say?

"Need you to find the
whereabouts of Valerie Peyser.

No more texts.
Just talk in person."

Ah, Diane is onto us.

Who is the text to?

No idea. Someone
else at the firm.

"Jay Dipersia."

There we go, that's a new name.

Well, don't add him in.

What do you mean? Why not?
It sounds foreign.

I don't know.

Makes me feel like
we're the bad guys.

We're not the bad guys.
We're just doing our job.

We're just... observers.

I don't think we are. Oh, God.

You've gotten philosophical.

Don't fall in love, okay?

I'm sending him upstairs.

Good luck, Jay Dipersia.

Maia Rindell!

Where are you?

You mousy little viper.

All right, sir,
I'm gonna need you to...

Ah, you got an office!

You fucking backstabbing bitch!

You fucked over my client
and you violated my trust.

Have you no decency?!

Are you serious?

You do this after

the love I showed you?!

See, is that
supposed to scare me?

Am I supposed to beg
your forgiveness?

No, I beat you at your own game,

and it wasn't difficult because

you were stoned and sloppy
and you left me an opening.

I don't need

the "love" of a, of a
sick, washed-up fuck

who's pretending that he can
cut it when he fucking can't!

Now get the fuck out of here.

The fuck are you looking at?

I have news on Valerie Peyser.

That was fast.

Where did you find her?

In New York.
Good.

She said she was going there
to confer with Obama's people.

When will she be back?

Not for a while.

But she's alive? Yes.

Do you, uh, have
her contact info?

I do.

Did you pay her any money?

Did I... Why?

Valerie Peyser
is a made-up name.

Valerie Underhill

is from Elk Creek, Wisconsin.

She's currently serving
eight months in Rikers

for bilking three SoHo hotels.

In 2014, she was arrested
for check-kiting.

In 2016, for identity theft.

She befriends wealthy women,
gains their confidence,

acquires their
credit card numbers,

and uses their identity
to con the next person.

Been doing this for the last
decade, in L.A., Chicago,

Miami and New York.

Oh, my God.

But there was never
any money involved.

My guess is she would've
asked for the contributions

at the next meeting until
the PAC money arrived.

Luckily for you, she returned
to New York to gather her things

from the W Hotel
and was arrested.

Oh, my God.

Here's her arrest record

and my interview with
the New York detective.

Do you want me to go with you
to brief them?

Them?

Your group.

Oh.

No, um, I will.

I'm sorry.

["I'll Be There" playing]

♪ You and I
must make a pact ♪

♪ We must bring
salvation back ♪

♪ Just call my name

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll reach out
my hand to you ♪

♪ I'll have faith
in all you do ♪

♪ Just call my name

♪ And I'll be there

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there to comfort you

♪ Build my world of dreams
around you ♪

♪ I'm so glad that I found you

♪ I'll be there
with a love that's strong ♪

♪ I'll be your strength

♪ I'll keep holding on...

"Diane, I am so sorry
to have been incommunicado

"these last few days.

"Fear not, I'm fine.

"I was called into service by
Obama's team on the West Coast.

"I will contact you again
when I am able.

"In the meantime,
tell the group great job.

"Choose a new temporary leader
until I return.

"I would recommend Rachelle.

"So, anyway,

"get to work on the next act.

Keep up the good fight.
Valerie."

So, what's our next act?

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there to comfort you

♪ Build my world of dreams
around you, oh, I'm so glad... ♪

Maia Rindell? Yes?

Is this your vehicle?

Why? Has it been broken into?

No. We got a tip
on some stolen narcotics

from a local hospice facility.

Oh, my God. And upon visual inspection
of your vehicle,

there appear to be
some controlled substances

in a box in the backseat.

Do you have a prescription
for these substances?

Ugh. Damn it.♪ Just look over
your shoulder, honey ♪

♪ Ooh, I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ Just call my name

♪ I'll be there♪♪ And I'll be there.

♪ In a city with a name
I don't know how to pronounce ♪

♪ With a lot of fake Facebook
and Twitter accounts ♪

♪ In a windowless room
lit by the glow of the screen ♪

♪ There's a weaponized
information garbage machine ♪

♪ Making up stories
that'll look like news ♪

♪ About abortion and guns
and immigration and Jews ♪

♪ Pleasantly delighted
we're so easily divided ♪

♪ Working for
a Russian troll farm. ♪

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