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If I want my life back, I need to prove I'm innocent.

-You sure you wanna do this? -Damn right. My life's on the line.

I've been suspicious that deputies might be spying on me in jail.

-Good to go on Baja? -All set.

This conversation was a test

to see if attorney-client privilege has been violated.

A serious injustice has been done.

I'm reducing bail to $1 million effective immediately.

-Well done. -This is your monitor.

-How long does the battery last? -Up to 40 hours.

If you allow the battery to die, law enforcement will be notified.

I'm sure Jack is anxious to have you back.

I haven't seen you, and all I'm doing is talking about myself.

And him.

I'm looking for a lawyer. Lorna Crane.

I couldn't even afford to stay in the house with this.

All I end up with is herpes and a bruise on my leg

from the brake of his car?

You had sex in his car?

Celeste, it's Lorna. I think I have a plan.

Trying to figure out what I do next.

Get me out of this place in one piece. Maybe I can help.

-That is definitely a wallet. -It's not in the property report.

Subpoena this Detective Drucker. He signed the property report.

I have to pay way more to my last investor.

If I don't pay, I'm dead.

Sam ran a long con. Something big.

Find that wallet, we find out what Sam was up to and with whom.

-Mickey. -They're coming for me.

This is just the beginning.

Is that Mickey Haller?

Wow.

He's showing his face?

Just ignore them.

-José. -Good to see you, Haller.

Whoa. Hold up.

-You have any metal? -I forgot about this thing.

We know we're pretty. No need to stare.

Okay, go ahead.

-You okay? -Yeah, fine. Everything's fine.

I called Cisco this morning. It went to voicemail.

You know if he found anything on Sam's finances?

He mumbled something about catching a flight to Arizona,

but I was half awake, and then he left.

Arizona?

Haller.

Oh, Bamba. What are you doing here?

Looking for you. I know my way around the courthouse.

I saw you was on the schedule.

When did you get out?

Yesterday. My PD finally came through,

but my parole officer is on my ass about finding a job.

Sorry, this is Lorna Crane, my associate.

Lorna, this is Bamba. Remember he helped me when I was in county?

Oh, right.

My husband dropped off protection money every week to your girlfriend

so Mickey wouldn't get shivved.

Way it works inside.

But now we're outside.

I'll take you up on that offer.

What… what offer?

You said you'd hook me up when I got out.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Yeah.

-You have a… have a driver's license? -Yeah.

I recently lost my wheels,

and I might need a driver occasionally.

Oh, yeah. That's cool.

That's cool, man. I can see myself with a side gig.

Look, I'm used to multiple streams of income.

Legal ones.

-Mm. -You don't have to worry about me.

Just call my office, talk to my office manager.

She'll hook you up with the paperwork.

I have to get to court, but good to see you on the outside, man.

-You too, my brother. -All right.

And thanks, man.

I won't let you down.

Good to see you, Bamba.

What? I had to keep him motivated when I was in jail.

Besides, I do need somebody, and he's reliable.

You go head in. I'll be right there.

Hey, Lorna. What's up?

Hey, Izzy, someone named Bamba is about to call you

about being Mickey's new driver.

Do me a favor. Run a background check on him, and go deep.

We can afford a new driver?

No, especially not one fresh out of the clink

with Crip Life tattoos to prove it.

Wait, did you run a background check on me too?

No.

Of course not.

Cisco did it.

But you know what? Look how great it turned out.

Mm-hmm. Okay, I'll take care of it.

Okay, Izzy. Bye.

I see you alerted the press.

Not me. You think I want this case publicized?

I'm on trial for murder.

Oh, come on. Everyone knows you love the spotlight.

There's no such thing as bad publicity, right?

Tell that to my office manager after all our clients fired us.

It's a stain on my reputation, Dana, and I resent the accusation.

Well, I resent your accusation, Haller.

This is a bogus motion to compel discovery.

I have given you everything.

Right.

You're gonna get your ass handed to you by the judge.

I am shaking in anticipation.

What's up with "Dead-Eyed" Dana? It's a new one I came up with.

Oh, I've heard that one before.

Damn it. I'll keep working on it.

All rise.

The Honorable Judge Lionel Stone presiding.

Be seated.

I understand we're here on a motion to compel.

I thought I made it very clear

how I expect discovery to work in my courtroom.

Your Honor,

before Mr. Haller is allowed to present his completely unfounded claims

to his friends in the press,

the People request this hearing

be held in chambers so as not to taint the jury pool.

And the defense objects, Your Honor.

The only thing unfounded is Ms. Berg's insinuation

that I am somehow responsible for the presence of the media.

The defense has nothing to hide, and neither should the prosecution.

This case should remain open and on the record.

I'm inclined to agree with Mr. Haller on this.

Request is denied. Let's get on with it.

Mr. Haller, it's your motion. Do you have any witnesses?

Yes, Your Honor. The defense calls Detective Kent Drucker.

Detective, you're the lead investigator on this case. Is that right?

Along with my partner, yes.

I see you brought your murder book with you today.

I did.

Good. Would you mind turning to the property report, please?

Okay.

Can you please read the list of items found on Sam Scales at the scene?

Loose change, a comb,

a money clip containing $180 in 20s,

and looks like some ChapStick.

Anything else in his pocket? A cell phone?

No, sir.

How about a wallet?

No wallet either.

So there's no driver's license or ID, I assume?

Correct.

That strike you as odd?

Not particularly, no.

Okay, so

how did you identify Mr. Scales? I mean, if he had no ID?

We ran his fingerprints.

Did that bring up his criminal background?

It did. He has a long list of frauds, cons, and other crimes

I'm sure you're well aware of.

And isn't it true that, in all those frauds, cons, and other crimes,

Mr. Scales used a different alias?

Objection. How is any of this relevant to the motion to compel?

Let's get to the point, Mr. Haller.

Certainly, Your Honor.

Detective, I'd like to bring your attention to these two photos.

The one on the left was provided by the People in discovery.

The one on the right is an enlargement of that photo.

Now, just for the record, can you… can you describe the photos?

They're crime scene photos showing the victim's body

lying in the trunk of your car.

And can I draw your attention to the one on the right?

Specifically, the victim's left front pocket?

Do you see the rectangular-shaped pattern here

with this dark patch coming out of his pocket?

I see some kind of a pattern.

Does it look like the outline of a wallet, Detective?

Uh, go ahead. Take a closer look.

I can't tell for sure what that is.

But you admit there's something in his pocket.

I, uh… I can't really say.

Which is it, Detective?

You just said you can't tell what that is.

Do you see something in the victim's pocket, or don't you?

Objection. Badgering.

I'm just trying to get clarification from the Detective.

Continue, Mr. Haller.

Could it possibly be that the thing the victim was carrying

in his front left pocket was, in fact, a wallet?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

I'll rephrase. Detective, based on your years of experience,

do you think it looks like the victim had a wallet in his pocket?

I don't know what he had.

All I know is that there was no wallet turned over to me by forensics

or the medical examiner's office.

Very well. Nothing further for the witness at this time, Your Honor.

Wait, you did call the press.

Not all of them. I might have tipped off the one from Channel 5, Kacey Montoya.

I want them broadcasting every dirty trick Dana tries to play.

Izzy!

Oh, good. You're here.

Hey, Mags. What are you doing here?

Well, I was in town.

Um, Lorna, Mickey, this is Jack.

Jack, Lorna, Mickey.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Hey, yeah, you too.

Heard a lot about you. You too, Lorna.

It's so great that you're both here.

What a treat.

-Izzy, can I just see you in the… -Yeah, sure can.

Why didn't you warn me?

They just got here. I didn't know Mickey would come with you.

The judge called lunch early. You know how Mickey gets about lunch.

So, uh, what… what are you doing in LA?

Well, Jack is an orthopedic surgeon, sports medicine,

and one of his clients is a Laker.

I can't divulge any names. You know how that is.

Oh yeah.

Anyway, he's giving us some box seats for the game tonight, so…

Oh, basketball, huh?

Basketball. Yep.

Hayley's meeting us after class.

That sounds fun.

You just stopped in to say hi?

No, I was gonna ask Lorna for a referral.

A referral? For what?

One of Jack's patients got hit by a man on a Lime scooter. Broke his foot.

He's a college player with UCLA, and now his whole draft is screwed up.

You have that PI lawyer you refer?

Oh, you mean, uh, Joe Wilson?

Yeah, no, he retired last year.

Which is why it's me now.

Why don't you give me his information, and I'll reach out to him?

You're doing personal injury now?

I am doing everything now.

I have no shame, and we need the business.

Okay, so where should we start?

So, uh, sports medicine, huh?

-Yeah. -That's very interesting.

You like it?

-Love it. -Yeah.

Yeah. Always something new.

What about you? You like the law?

Yeah, yeah. I mean, not so much right now.

Right, right, of course.

Yeah, I am so sorry about what you're going through.

-Yeah. -But I mean…

It's all just like… a big misunderstanding.

Right?

Like, what's the worst that can happen?

Well, if I… if I get found guilty, I could be sentenced to death row.

There hasn't been an execution in California since 2006,

so more likely it would be life in prison without a chance for parole.

Oh, sorry. I've just got to, uh…

Yeah, no, please. Do your thing.

Oh, while you're here, can I ask you a prosecutor-type question?

Sure.

Is it possible to bring charges against a husband

for giving his wife an STD?

Oh, it's not for me. It's for my client. Ugly divorce.

Oh, okay. Well, I guess it's possible.

I mean, the problem is you'd have to prove intent.

He'd have to know he had an STD and be trying to give it to his spouse.

It's a tall order.

That's what I thought. It's okay.

I have some other ideas. I just kind of wanted to cover all my STD bases.

Okay. Yeah.

Can I, uh…

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

So, Lorna.

She's also your ex-wife?

Uh… It's complicated.

-I can only imagine. -Yeah.

So the Lakers, huh?

-Yeah. -That's pretty cool.

You ever work with any Dodgers?

Haven't had the chance, but I am on staff with the Padres.

Oh. The Padres.

Hmm. That's cool.

Uh, Lorna, we should… we should get back to court.

Coming.

We should head back too. I don't want Hayley waiting.

-We'll order lunch on the way. -Yep.

Bye, Iz.

Please.

I'd take the stairs.

Detective, were you able to review the crime scene photos during the break?

Yes, I was.

And did you draw any new conclusions from what you saw?

Yes. After looking at the photos more closely,

I now believe that there was most likely a wallet

in the victim's left front pocket at the time the body was in the trunk.

And yet the property report doesn't list a wallet.

How do you explain that?

I can only assume the wallet was taken at some point.

Taken? You mean misplaced?

Possibly. It is standard procedure to leave the body in place

until the coroner's people arrive.

They took it in for autopsy.

They made the inventory of the clothing and property.

Got a call the next day to pick it up, which I did.

And how long after the discovery of the body was this?

Approximately 17 hours.

Seventeen hours.

During which time, the victim's clothing and property

was held at the coroner's office?

Yes. The only possible conclusion

is that the wallet must have disappeared during that time.

Your Honor, this is a very nice story, which conveniently absolves

the police and prosecution of any blame for losing a key piece of evidence,

if we buy the explanation that it was lost at all.

Your Honor, I object to the defendant casting aspersions in front of the media

and insinuating that this was somehow intentional.

Whether or not it was intentional is beside the point.

The fact is, a crucial piece of evidence is now gone.

Sam Scales changed identities the way most people change their shoes.

His wallet likely contained his current identity.

Without it, my team has no way to investigate what he was doing

prior to his murder.

My right to a fair trial is being trampled on.

-Trampled? Your Honor-- -Enough, Ms. Berg.

I know what you're gonna say and what Mr. Haller will say.

I don't need to hear it again.

The court finds the information revealed today very troubling.

The people now concede there was a wallet in the victim's pocket,

but cannot produce that wallet for examination by the defense.

I'm not sure how to proceed or what the remedy might be.

I'm gonna take 48 hours to consider it. I will give the People that same 48 hours

to either find the wallet or determine exactly what happened to it.

Ms. Berg, I'd advise you to not come back empty-handed.

Understood, Your Honor.

Court is now adjourned.

Suddenly, now, they're coming clean about the wallet.

Berg's smart. She knows she had to get Drucker to admit it

so she could preserve his integrity for trial.

She knows this bullshit won't hold up in front of a jury.

You really believe I did this intentionally?

I don't know, but right from the start, you tried to tilt the board to your side.

Why don't you give me a reason not to believe it?

Just go find me a wallet.

So you ever been in a skybox before?

No. Is it true that you get your own waiter that brings you food?

It's true.

They might have a whole buffet spread when we get there.

Wow. That does not suck.

Guys, I need to make a quick call. Meet you in there?

Sure.

Hey, Maggie. You didn't have to call.

Talking is easier than texting.

You excited about the game?

Oh, yeah.

Maggie, you hate basketball.

I really do.

Everyone's just running around scoring a million times.

But Hayley's excited.

And these days, I'll join in on anything that gets her to smile.

Yeah, then that makes me happy.

Does it?

I'm worried about you, Mickey.

I'm sorry we just showed up unannounced today,

but the truth is,

I wanted to make sure you were okay.

You didn't wanna say that in front of Jack?

I'm okay, Maggie.

You know, I meant it when I said he seems nice.

You know, he's the first boyfriend of yours I've ever met.

Weird, because I feel like I've met every woman you've been with.

Your second ex-wife.

My former colleague.

The chef who murdered her husband.

Okay, all right.

Yeah, that was a close one.

So, you mean you didn't stop by just to talk to Lorna?

Because the two of you seem pretty friendly all of a sudden.

Should I be worried about some kind of revenge of the ex-wives or something?

No, she's just keeping me current on your case, is all.

She's worried about you too.

We all are.

I can't imagine how much stress you're under. I just…

I need to know you're taking care of yourself.

I am, Maggie. In fact, Izzy and I are heading to a meeting soon.

Good.

I'm glad to hear that.

Just call me if you need anything, okay?

Okay.

Well, um, I should get back.

Sure, right. Uh…

Good night, Mags.

Night, Mick.

You ready? We're hitting the Highland Park meeting.

Better doughnuts.

Let's do it.

My bad.

It's my girlfriend's car. I forget how low it is.

That's all good. I appreciate a classic.

Jesus, you know what?

On the other hand, maybe we should go get my Lincoln

out of the impound lot.

Bamba, you mind turning the music down a little?

Cisco, where the hell are you?

Yuma. I got good news, and I got bad news.

Good news is, I found out Sam's been wiring money every month

to a commissary account of an inmate here at the state prison.

In Arizona?

Yep.

The inmate's name is Austin Niederland.

So I did some digging.

Turns out, he and Sam were, uh, old cellies

when Sam did some time here a few years back.

Well, Sam really got around, didn't he?

So what's the bad news?

The bad news is he'll only talk to you,

and even worse,

he'll only do it in person.

I tried, Mick, but I couldn't get a word out of him.

Cisco, that's more than bad.

I have an ankle monitor. I… I can't leave LA County.

Yeah, I know.

But I really think this guy knows something, Mick.

He clammed up real fast as soon as I mentioned Sam.

Just hold tight. Let me see what I can do.

Get this guy to list me as one of his attorneys

so we can have a private room, all right?

Already done.

Ooh, this is my jam, bro!

Touchdown

Touchdown

Stop, done

Bamba, do you mind? I need to make another call.

You're just really killing my vibe.

Mickey, there's no way the judge is letting you leave the state.

Did Cisco call you?

Duh, I'm his wife. Of course he called me first.

Where are you? Are you with Bamba?

Yeah, why?

His background check came back.

Some drug charges. Nothing violent.

His… Lorna, you checked his…

Of course I did.

And violent or not, I am not loving the situation.

We'll deal with that another time.

We have to try and get the judge to approve this.

This guy might know what Sam was up to before he died.

I'm looking at flights. No nonstop to Yuma.

Fly to Phoenix and drive from there.

Fine. Book a noon flight out of Burbank. Give Cisco the details. He can pick me up.

And Lorna, meet me at the courthouse ASAP. All right.

Arizona?

Your Honor, this is outrageous.

Under the terms of Mr. Haller's bail,

he is not allowed out of the county, let alone the state,

and now he wants to go all the way to Yuma

to follow some unsubstantiated lead?

Your Honor, I… I recognize how unusual this is,

but Sam Scales was incarcerated in Yuma three years ago.

His cellmate's still there. We believe he has valuable information.

Now, unfortunately, he insisted he'd only talk to me and only in person.

This lead could be crucial to my defense, Your Honor.

Given the ongoing questions

about the location of key evidence in this case,

I should be permitted some leeway to pursue it.

And this lead just happens to be ten miles away from the Mexican border?

If I may, Your Honor,

I would ask that Ms. Berg refrain from referencing Mexico.

We've been down that road before.

As I recall, it didn't end very well for the prosecution.

Your Honor, regardless of what happened in the past,

we continue to maintain that Mr. Haller is a flight risk now more than ever.

Come on. That's ridiculous.

Ever since my release, I have done nothing but prepare for trial.

I want my day in court.

Even with the added burden of a prosecutor who doesn't play by the rules.

"Who doesn't play by the rules?" There is no evidence that I…

-Come on. -No evidence?

Stop it. All of you.

I do not intend to start my day by refereeing you three.

Now, the court recognizes this request is highly irregular.

That said, Mr. Haller has a point

about being permitted to pursue leads in his defense.

I am granting Mr. Haller permission to interview this witness.

I will notify bail and detention

and provide you with a letter from court to show the prison.

But, Mr. Haller, let me make myself very clear.

You have until midnight tonight to get what you need

and get back to LA County, or you will be considered a fugitive

and your bail will be revoked accordingly. Understood?

Understood, Your Honor. Thank you.

Izzy sent your boarding pass. Your flight leaves in one hour.

All right. Good.

Did you bring your Mexican passport, just in case?

-Lorna. -I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Kind of.

Hey, Lorna.

Hey. Maggie's not back, is she?

No. No. It's your client, Celeste.

She's gonna be late to your meeting.

Oh shit.

I completely forgot.

How fast can I get from here to Woodland Hills?

Woodland Hills?

I am so sorry.

No, it's fine. I'm just confused.

What are we doing at an insurance company?

How does this have anything to do with my divorce?

It's not just any insurance company. It's actually your insurance company.

-You wanna collect from the shithead. -Well, that is why I hired you.

The pesky prenup is getting in the way.

I have a plan, but you have to trust me.

Hi, I'm Lorna Crane with Celeste Baker. We're here to see Ms. Eldridge.

I'll let her know.

Thank you so much for meeting with us on short notice.

Customer service here is really top-notch.

Thank you, Ms. Crane.

As I said yesterday, I'm not sure how I can help.

If your client has a claim, she should file it with the claims office.

Yes, well, this is an exceptional case

involving matters of a very personal nature,

which is why I thought it best to come directly to the general counsel

and keep things private

for the time being.

Okay, well…

Um…

Uh, well, from what I can gather,

you're not even the listed driver of the car in question.

The policy is in her husband's name.

Soon to be ex. Thank God.

Tom Baker, but he wasn't driving the car either.

Then who was driving?

Nobody. They were having sex in the car

when Ms. Baker experienced a severe bodily injury.

In a parked car?

It would be kind of hard to have sex in a moving car.

Not that people haven't tried.

Okay, what exactly is the nature of this injury?

Did something fall on you? Did another car hit your car?

Oh, that asshole gave me herpes.

I know what you're gonna say.

That an STD doesn't constitute a bodily injury

for the purposes of an insurance policy.

I am afraid the courts are against you on that one.

This is full documentation of our claim.

And here are cases in California finding all kinds of things

that are covered by auto insurance, provided that they do happen in the car.

And the Bakers also have an umbrella insurance policy,

which covers everything, hence the term umbrella.

And as I'm sure you are aware,

state law resolves any ambiguity strictly in favor of the insured.

Oh.

Here's the amount we're seeking.

You're not serious?

Well, that's just the number if we settle things quietly.

We're more than willing to sign a nondisclosure agreement,

or we can take this public.

Which would be very embarrassing for your client.

Bring it on.

Let the world know where Tommy's been sticking it.

The real point is that, while I recognize this is a novel claim,

a lot of people have sex in cars.

And you have millions of customers all over the country.

Just imagine how many potential plaintiffs that would be.

Or you can make this all go away.

The good news is there's always paragraph 17C

of the insurance policy.

See?

Cool, right? Everybody wins.

Holy shit!

They're actually going to write me a check.

I cannot believe you pulled this off.

Well, I told you. I had an idea.

Admittedly, it was an insane idea, but still.

Yeah, but now the only problem is that Tom gets off scot-free.

Not exactly. That's where paragraph 17C comes in.

The subrogation clause in your policy.

-The what? -It's a legal term.

The insurance company can turn around and go after the responsible party.

The responsible party?

Normally, they can't use it against their own insured.

But they can if there's negligence involved.

I would say having unprotected sex with your wife

after having sex with anything that walks by counts as negligence.

You are a genius.

I'm getting there.

We have to start heading to Phoenix soon if we're gonna make your flight.

Let's give it another five.

I knew there would be a holdup with the ankle monitor.

I had to call the court in LA to verify this.

Your judge was in session, but he finally called back.

You can go in.

Just you. Not him.

I'll wait out here. And, Mick, last flight leaves at 9:00.

-So make it quick. -Yeah.

Hey, pretty boy!

Wait there.

Mr. Niederland, sorry to keep you waiting.

Mickey Haller.

Didn't use to chain you up like this.

Sorry?

Didn't use to chain you up like this when meeting with your lawyer.

Oh. It's, uh, protocol, I guess.

Yeah.

If I wasn't chained up, I'd fucking kill you right now.

Excuse me?

Look, Mr. Niederland,

I flew all the way from Los Angeles because you said you wanted to see me.

You killed my best friend.

Who, Sam? I didn't kill Sam.

I swear to you. That's why I need to talk to you. I was set up.

That's what everybody in here says.

I'm trying to find the person who killed Sam.

I came all this way to see if you could help me.

I ain't helping you with shit.

Great. That's… That's just great.

You may not believe me, and I may even go down for it,

but I am telling you,

there's someone else out there who killed your friend.

All right? And he's walking free. By not helping me, you're helping him.

I'm on trial for my life, Austin!

If you want me to find out what happened to Sam, I need your help, man.

Fine.

Whatever. Thanks for wasting my time.

Did you like Sam?

What?

Did you like Sam?

Uh…

He… Sam ripped off a lot of people, including me.

But he was funny, and, uh,

he helped me out a couple of times, so, yeah.

Despite it all, I guess I kind of did.

Yeah.

Sam outstayed his welcome with a lot of people.

But not you?

We had plans for when I got out of here.

One last big score.

Can you tell me about this big score?

-Did Sam already find it? -I don't know.

It's not like he could put it in one of his letters.

You can't have any contact with ex-cons on the outside.

So how did you communicate?

Yeah, right.

I'm your lawyer now, Austin.

That's why they let me in here.

So you can tell me anything. They can't listen. I can't repeat it.

It's privileged.

I had him send me letters as my uncle.

That's what I told him to do.

This uncle. What's his name?

Was.

He died a few years ago. His name was

Kirk Lennon.

Lennon, like John.

Kirk Lennon.

Did you ever send him letters back?

The hell else am I supposed to do in here?

And do you remember where you sent those letters?

San Pedro.

2723 South Cabrillo.

-2723 South Cabrillo. -Mm-hmm.

Now, what was he doing in San Pedro?

Like I said, I don't know. I didn't ask.

I didn't wanna tip off anyone or get him in any trouble.

That's all I know.

Thank you, Austin.

Listen, somebody from the LAPD might come talk to you.

Just refer him to me. I'm your lawyer now.

I ain't telling them dick.

Listen, you just find who did this, all right?

You find them, and you put them down.

-You get what you need? -Yeah, let's go.

Shit.

The ankle monitor.

-It's running out of battery. -Well, how long does it last?

40 hours. I don't know if I gave it a full charge yesterday.

You didn't bring a charger?

It's at home. I had to run to the airport. I didn't have time.

Once it beeps, we have an hour to plug it in before it dies.

We're not gonna make the flight.

Shit.

Hey, you know where I can charge this?

We don't need ankle monitors in here. Everybody's locked up already.

Okay.

But I think my cousin has one of those.

Uh… Deputy Gomez sent me.

You know, from county.

You mean Tito?

Yeah, yeah, Tito.

Yeah, he said he would call. Are you the cousin?

Nah, homey.

Not me.

Tia Eugenia!

There's some suit here to see you.

And a Hell's Angel.

Road Saints, actually.

Well, don't just stand there. Come on in.

Come on.

Hey. How are you?

Here you go, mijo.

Thank you.

These are safe. No…

Oh.

Thank you, Eugenia.

Call me Tia. Everyone does.

Let me give you a tip for next time.

You get some foil, and you wrap the bracelet real tight.

It gives you ten more minutes of charge.

-Good to know. -Mm-hmm.

It's Lorna?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Hey, Mags.

-You missed your flight? -I take it Lorna called you.

Keeping you current on my case.

Where are you, Mickey?

Well, it's… it's a long story.

Are you taking this seriously?

You have less than five hours to get back to LA,

or they'll throw you back in jail.

I'm well aware, and we're… How long?

Four hours from the county line. So plenty of time.

You have got to keep a charger with you at all times.

I know that now.

Oh God.

If you don't make it back, what am I gonna tell Hayley?

That's not gonna happen, Maggie. I promise you. All right?

-Don't worry. -Easy for you to say.

Okay, listen.

I've got to go, but I'll check in as soon as I get there. All right?

Good luck.

Dammit.

Thanks.

Come on!

Time to go.

Can't this thing go any faster?

I got the cheapest one I could, Mick.

Trying to save money, remember?

They're gonna make it.

Yeah.

Tomorrow, you have one job.

Go back to that ankle monitor place and buy three chargers.

He needs to have one everywhere he goes.

Come on, come on.

How much further?

A couple of miles to the county line.

But, uh…

We got another problem.

What problem?

How long has the light been on?

Thirty minutes.

Thir…

Well, I made a call, Mick.

And it was out of our way. It would've taken too long.

I don't understand it. We filled it up before we left.

Yeah, I know, but this has only got a nine-gallon tank.

Please, just relax. We're gonna make it.

-I think. -Oh, you think?

Well, I can't see the future, Michael, so…

Look, we're moving now.

We should be fine.

As long as we don't hit any tr…

traffic.

Oh no, no, no. What the hell is this?

An accident up ahead, I think.

Oh, come on.

You know what? Just get off at this exit.

-No. -Get off at this exit!

No, that's going out of our way.

It'll be faster than this. Do it. Come on.

Well, I can't get out of this.

Hey! Can I? Thank you.

Go, go, go.

What are they doing?

-How much longer now? -Less than a mile, but, uh…

What?

-We're not gonna make it up this hill. -Shit.

No, no. Come on!

Come on!

-Screw this. Come on. Let's go. Let's go! -Where?

Now what the hell are they doing?

Never been happier to be home.

Oh!

Fucking Haller.