Original subtitles

You know you can't open that trunk.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you.

-How did you communicate with Sam? -I had him send me letters as my uncle.

His name was Kirk Lennon.

Take a look at this.

You think Sam was studying to be a truck driver?

Had to be some kind of long con.

So Sam was scamming the government, and the FBI figured it out?

Or Biogreen was already running a scam, and Sam tacked onto it.

-Can I help you? -This is a court order.

Wait! Don't touch!

You've been served.

Go easier on yourself. Still getting your sea legs.

Oh, and piece of advice. Never tell a client it's a slam dunk.

Unfortunately, this investigation did not turn up the wallet.

I want it noted for the record

that the search for the missing evidence was conducted by the exact same detective

who's been in charge since the start.

What if I can't win this?

I'm only gonna say this once, so listen up.

You will win this.

Don't ever ask that again.

Agent, uh, Vasquez?

-And, uh… -Agent Ruth.

Here's your court order.

You have no idea what you're getting into.

Dad, I got it. The guy shoving you. All of it.

I went around the side and recorded it.

I finally figured it out, Cisco.

Now I know what all this has to do with me.

On the advice of counsel, pursuant to my Fifth Amendment right,

I respectfully decline to answer this or any further questions.

Alex Gazarian.

The Armenian mobster?

The guy you forced to plead the Fifth at Lisa Trammell's trial?

That's the one. What happened to him after Lisa's trial?

The fallout killed his construction business.

He lost the Olympic contract, and he had to close up shop.

So where is he now?

Unknown. He's on my MIA list.

I'm confused. Did something happen to make you think he's involved in this?

What happened is, I got a visit from a couple of FBI agents last night.

What did they say?

They told me to fuck off.

It's not about what they said. It's about which agent showed up.

Felix Vasquez.

The same guy that gave us the target letter on Gazarian?

Yep. Remember he wanted me to make Gazarian testify?

He was pretty pissed off when that didn't happen.

Couldn't this be a coincidence?

It could be, but there are 600 FBI agents in Los Angeles.

He's the one that shows up at my door? I don't buy it.

Vasquez spent years building a case against Gazarian.

Not only construction fraud, but whatever else he was into.

There's no way he forgot about it when Gazarian dropped out of sight.

We may not know what Gazarian's up to, but I'll bet he does.

So what's it got to do with Sam?

Wait, hold on. We introduced Gazarian to Sam.

We used Sam to plant that subpoena on him at the art gallery.

Oh, that's right. I forgot about that because I was in the hospital.

Oh yeah. The hospital. That was so fun.

You're saying that Gazarian was so upset about a subpoena,

he whacked Sam and framed you for it?

Seems a little thin, Mick.

Maybe there's more to it.

Gazarian and Sam both pulled scams for a living.

Gazarian just pulled bigger ones. That's all.

Think maybe they were working on something together?

I think that's what we need to figure out. Fast.

Um, I was using that.

This is more important. What's the name of the biofuel company we're digging into?

Biogreen.

Biogreen. Okay.

All right, so we can connect Sam

to Biogreen because of the retrofitted truck.

And Biogreen is also what led us to that article you found.

The reporter stopped looking into it when his bosses got that cease and desist

from the FBI.

So we subpoenaed the FBI,

and that brought out Vasquez, who we know is locked in on Gazarian.

You said two FBI agents showed up at your house.

Who was the second one?

I never met her before. Her name is Dawn Ruth.

I don't think she knew anything about my history with her partner.

I don't think she was thrilled either.

Now, we can connect Gazarian to Sam because of the art gallery.

The question is, can we connect Gazarian to Biogreen?

So far, Biogreen's come up clean. We haven't found any red flags.

Then we keep digging.

The FBI didn't shut down that LA Times article for nothing.

And they didn't show up at my house for nothing either.

They know something. We gotta find out what.

How are we gonna do that?

They clearly didn't respond to our court order.

Well, I have a plan for that.

Oh. I am filled with confidence.

You get it?

Yep. It's all set up.

-Totally untraceable. -Oh, fancy.

-I meant the change. I gave you a hundred. -Yeah, like you said, it's fancy.

That baby calls, texts, streams. You get what you pay for.

The boba tea?

Whatever. I kept the change. All right?

Yeah. Okay, come on. Let's go.

I'll call when I know anything.

The anticipation is killing me.

You good, babe?

Define good.

I have a hearing in 30 minutes that I'm unprepared for.

I have to get up to speed on the personal injury client

that Maggie's boyfriend referred.

I am up to my eyelashes in trial prep for Mickey.

And I have to find a way to cover the money I spent testing vegan doughnuts.

So if any of you need me, don't.

You just reminded me. Cassandra Rhodes, the jewelry thief?

What about her? She fired us.

Yeah, well, she sent over a check for her remaining legal fees,

but it bounced.

What?

We needed that money. It was $10,000!

Messenger.

Do all the gods just hate me today?

I've been all over Biogreen.

Their employees, vendors, customers.

If there's a connection to Alex Gazarian, I haven't seen it.

Maybe we've been going about it backwards.

What do you mean?

I've been looking into the corporate structure of Biogreen.

Turns out, they're owned by an investment trust.

Trace that back through a couple of LLCs,

and it appears there's only two equal shareholders.

-Is one of them Alex Gazarian? -Nope.

It is

these two people.

Spencer Bagwell and Jeanine Ferrigno.

Who are they?

Well, that's what you and I have to find out.

Ooh. I'm gonna make us some fresh coffee.

I would not say no.

FBI, Los Angeles Field Office. How may I direct your call?

I need to speak with Agent Dawn Ruth, please.

She's unavailable at the moment. Can I take a message?

Sure. This is one of Agent Ruth's confidential informants calling.

My name is Kirk Lennon.

Can you tell her it's urgent?

Can she reach you at this number?

Yes. Please tell her right away.

Oh.

Twenty-one seconds. That might be a new record.

Who the hell is this?

I just wanted to thank you for the surprise visit last night.

Very informative.

Haller?

What kind of game are you playing?

I don't know. You tell me.

Why is the FBI so interested in Kirk Lennon?

As soon as I mention that name, I get a call back right away.

You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna tell you shit.

-I'm hanging up. -Wait.

Before you do that, what side of the building are you on?

-What? -The Federal Building.

Does your office face the front or the back?

Because if you face the back, you should go look out your window.

Hello. Hi.

Hello.

You can come down and talk to me now, or you can answer questions in court.

Either way, you're not gonna be able to dodge this forever.

You're genuinely certifiable.

I'm on trial for a murder you know I didn't commit, Agent.

I don't know what was going on between the FBI and Sam,

but I'm pretty sure you do.

-And I think-- -Don't think, Haller.

Listen. And let me be very clear.

I am not your friend, and your trial is your problem.

And your problem is your partner stepped over the line last night.

-I don't know what you're talking about. -We both know that isn't true.

Agent Vasquez and I have some history with a guy named Alex Gazarian.

I'm gonna guess he's still following that scent.

Never heard of him.

Either way, my recollection of last night is that two FBI agents paid you a visit

and kindly recommended that you leave our case alone.

-Nothing more. -I thought you might say that.

Check your texts.

…Vasquez because, trust me, I'd rather not. All right?

Here's your court order, Counselor.

You can wipe your own ass with it for all I care.

I've got nothing to lose anymore, Agent.

I have no problem sending this video to the FBI and the press.

Maybe I can get a little misconduct suit going.

Call you as a witness?

If you're lucky, they'll transfer you to Cleveland.

What do you want, Haller?

What do you expect me to do, exactly?

I expect you to do the right thing.

Isn't that why you joined the FBI in the first place?

Why don't you sleep on it?

You know how to reach me.

You find anything?

Not really.

Spencer Bagwell spent 20 years as a money manager,

then went into venture capital.

Pretty typical finance bro.

But just like Gazarian, he's been off the grid for a while.

Last known address I can find is some building in Whittier.

That's more than I got on Jeanine Ferrigno.

Until a couple of years ago, she was a hostess in a restaurant.

Now, all of a sudden, she co-owns a biofuel company.

-Which makes all the sense. -Yeah.

Plus, the last known address was in the marina.

So? Marina del Rey is nice.

No, the actual marina. As in a berth for a boat.

Yeah, that doesn't seem sus at all.

Hm.

Well, at least it's a start.

I'll jump on it in the morning. I gotta go get some food for Lorna.

I don't think she's remembered to feed herself the last 24 hours.

Oh…

What you got?

That address for Spencer Bagwell. It's not an office building.

It's a hospital.

You wanna check that out while I'm at the marina?

Mm-hmm.

Your daughter needs to delete those posts immediately.

No, I'm aware she's just a kid, and she's harassing my kid.

Really? Free speech?

That applies to the government, not 12th grade.

Oh, you're gonna explain the legal system to me now?

No.

Sophie needs to stop posting lies about my family,

or we're gonna have a serious problem, Raquel.

And I'm happy to educate your entire family

on exactly how the legal system works.

Shrimp cocktail?

I'm gonna need a stronger cocktail than that.

Hayley still having problems?

It's like a mean girls' social media crusade,

and their asshole moms are even worse.

Maggie, I'm so sorry you have to go through this.

I don't care about me. I deal with monsters all the time.

It's Hayley.

I know.

I know. It's not fair that she has to bear the brunt of all this.

I mean, Mickey's made his own bed, but…

Hold up.

Mickey did what?

I meant no offense.

It's just from everything you tell me,

you've always been uncomfortable with how he conducts his practice.

Being framed for murder is not part of him conducting his practice, Jack.

Mickey didn't ask for this.

-I'm not saying he did. -What exactly are you saying?

Nothing.

It's just… It upsets me to see Hayley's life become

collateral damage.

I'm just trying to give you my perspective.

Well, I don't need your perspective. I need your support.

Let's get you that cocktail.

Excuse me. Hi.

The lady would like to order a drink, please?

Hey, Haller!

Can you lower the music?

Morning, Bamba.

Thanks for the coffee.

Oh spit.

Notice anything else?

I had the car cleaned this morning, man. Inside and outside.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, looks great.

Oh yeah. Before I forget.

Somebody dropped this by for you.

-Who gave you this? -Some delivery kid on a scooter.

Where to?

Los Alamitos?

Where the hell is that?

Orange County.

Orange County? Mickey.

It's just over the county line.

You are not allowed to step an inch over the county line.

Don't worry. I have a plan.

You and your plans are gonna give me an aneurysm.

-Did you bring your-- -Yes, I have my charger, Lorna.

Great. Do you have your backup charger?

It's in the car. Please forget about the ankle monitor for a second.

I texted you the report.

According to this, Sam got taken into custody

a couple of years ago in Los Alamitos.

It wasn't on his rap sheet because it was under the name Kirk Lennon.

Where did this come from?

I don't know for sure, but I think maybe Agent Ruth saw the light

after I lit a fire under her.

Oh, and by lit a fire, you mean threaten an FBI agent? Do you miss jail?

It was just a little threat,

and I get the feeling Agent Ruth is tired of the bullshit too.

-Fine. Want me to file a subpoena? -No. That'll take too long.

And until I know what this is, I wanna keep it off Dana Berg's radar.

Just file a public records request

with Los Alamitos police. Do it online.

That could take even longer.

Hopefully, with a department like this, we can cut through the red tape.

Especially if somebody shows up in person to follow up.

Who?

Can I help you?

Ah, yes, um…

-Officer… -Hodges.

But you can call me Betty. Everyone does.

Okay, cool. Thank you, Officer Betty.

Um… Do you mind?

-Haller? -Officer Betty?

Who am I speaking to, please?

Michael Haller. I'm an attorney.

My office sent over a public records request

for one of my clients, Kirk Lennon.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there in person, but I was, um…

I was detained in LA County, so I sent my associate instead.

Man, this is really nice in here.

Probably the nicest police station I've been in.

You said a records request?

Yeah, I'm specifically looking for an outstanding arrest

from Los Alamitos a couple years ago.

What was the name again? Your client, I mean.

Lennon. Kirk Lennon.

Okay, I've got your request form here.

Let's see what we have.

Like Elton John?

Oh, yeah.

What's your favorite song?

-Traffic violation. -I don't think I know that one.

No, uh, your client, Mr. Lennon.

He was pulled over on Bloomfield for running a stop sign.

I have the report right here.

A stop sign?

Yes, he was pulled over by Officer

Roundtree on May 10th of last year.

But why would you arrest him for running a stop sign?

We didn't arrest him exactly.

There was a flag on his name in the system to detain him.

We just handed him over.

Handed him over to who?

Looks like

the FBI.

An Agent Vasquez.

You want me to make a copy of this for your associate?

Uh, no need. Betty, thank you so much for your help.

I appreciate it.

That's my job.

All right. Thank you.

"I'm Still Standing."

Sorry?

That's my favorite song.

That's a classic.

Hello?

Anybody there?

Hey, I was just about to call you.

-Something weird is going on. -You couldn't find Bagwell?

Oh, no. I found him. In fact, I'm looking at him right now.

Only problem is, he was diagnosed with ALS five years ago.

He's got round-the-clock care.

But Biogreen's only been in business for three years.

Like I said, weird.

This guy can still breathe on his own, but that's about it.

He's cared for by a conservatorship.

They got suspicious when I dug for details.

-What about you? Any luck? -Not really.

The boat's here. I texted you a picture of it.

But it looks like Jeanine Ferrigno hasn't been here for a while.

How do you do this all the time?

-Do what? -Make sense of all this.

Run up against dead ends constantly. Doesn't it get frustrating?

You like puzzles?

Yeah, sometimes.

Helps if you like puzzles.

Hmm.

Hey, Cisco, I gotta grab this. I'll see you back at the office.

Okay, bye.

Are you at the opera?

Not by choice. I have a request.

Are you talking to me or the orchestra in your office?

Cute. No.

I have to work through dinner,

and I am in desperate need of a chill place

to escape my boss listening to Wagner on 11.

Then I thought what would be better is if I could do all that

while occasionally getting to look at you.

I gotta work tonight too. Welcome to join me at the office.

No opera. Promise.

Maybe Radiohead.

I will pick up takeout.

It's a date.

Where did you go?

What up? It's Bamba. You know what to do.

Bamba, where the hell are you? I told you to pick me up at the Starbucks.

And why is there somebody putting a ticket on my car?

Just call me back. All right?

It's Cisco. Leave a message.

Mickey, I told you I was in court all day today.

I'm stuck in Los Alamitos.

What do you mean you're stuck in Los Alamitos?

I told Bamba to pick me up at a Starbucks, but the line was pretty long.

It took a while. Now, I don't know where he is. He's not picking up.

Starting to get worried.

-About what? -I don't know.

Can you check with his girlfriend, see if he called?

I can see the Lincoln down the street.

So walk to it.

I can't. It's over the county line.

It wouldn't matter anyway. Bamba's got the keys.

You know where Cisco is?

No, and Mickey, I really have to go.

If you don't hear from Bamba in five minutes, call an Uber.

Make sure he doesn't drive you into Orange County.

It's the only car I have left.

I can't leave it behind. I… Hello?

Jesus.

There you are.

Sorry, Mick. Reception's not great here. What's up?

I need you to get the spare key to the Lincoln

and bring it to Los Alamitos.

Sorry, Bamba's missing.

-Missing? -Yeah, Lorna's on it.

Just come get me. I'll text you the address.

What was that?

Mm, sorry, I didn't realize I had the sound on.

Do I wanna know?

I'm just slowing down some security footage from a bank robbery.

Believe it or not, the speed of the video affects the way the jury responds to it.

You guys going to trial soon?

It's actually not our case.

A few years back, my boss really leaned into digital forensics

as a side hustle.

Now it's where most of our work comes from.

Did this for about 50 other homicides last year.

So he was on to something.

Unlike me right now.

What are you working on?

Trying to run down background on some lady,

and all I have is a picture of a boat.

Her name is Sandy?

Not that I'm aware of.

Did she go to Herbert Hoover?

The president?

No, the… the high school.

In Glendale?

I used to run track. They were in our league.

Then I dated their best long jumper, Melanie.

She was cute, but her parents didn't know about us, and that got a little…

Anyway, uh, their mascot was the tornado.

I mean, it looked kind of like that.

Here. Let me.

Hmm.

Yeah. See?

You know, I could tell you some other high school stories

if you like them so much.

Good morning, Mr. Haller.

We have a warrant to search the premises.

You're kidding me.

Billing records and financial statements?

I don't have any of that here.

You're wasting your time, Detective, and mine.

We're just being thorough.

The warrant includes your offices and the storage facility as well.

May we, or are we gonna do this the hard way?

Thank you.

Thank you so much for coming in so early. I have a crazy day today.

No problem. I've got physical therapy in an hour anyway, so…

Listen.

I appreciate how fast you took this on and how quiet you're keeping it.

As an athlete, you get injured, word gets out,

suddenly, every billboard lawyer in town is blowing up your phone.

Billboard lawyers are the worst.

I've gotta control the narrative on this thing. You know?

Absolutely. Narrative control is my middle name.

Now I need your doctor to explain the full extent of your injury,

and also, I need you to sign this authorization form

releasing your medical records.

LAPD!

Um, could you excuse me for one second?

Can I help you?

We have a warrant to search these premises, ma'am?

Oh, now you wanna talk?

Mickey, we're being rudely searched and potentially seized.

I know. I was calling to warn you. The cops are here.

Look, the warrant is for financial records only.

Everything else is privileged.

Meanwhile, I have Drucker looking through my microwave.

No, Freddy. This is just like a--

I knew your boss was in a bind, but I can't have my information

getting caught up in whatever this is.

I don't think this is gonna work out.

-No-- -I'm sorry, Lorna.

-Everything okay over there? -Okay? Not really.

Jack's referral just hobbled out the door.

The basketball player?

Ah shit. I'll talk to Maggie.

No, I can handle it, and I'll deal with these guys

'cause there's nothing even here.

After two months, all the billing stuff gets sent to the storage unit.

Well, they have a warrant for that too.

As soon as the cops are done at the office, just meet me there.

I wanna keep an eye on everything they do, and we don't have anything to hide, so…

Are you sure?

Just meet me there, Lorna.

Wow.

I ought to give that guy my card.

That is a torn rotator cuff waiting to happen.

Another thing prosecutors and surgeons have in common. Never short on cases.

Yeah.

Listen, um,

about the other night, when I made an ass out of myself…

Uh-huh.

I'm really sorry. It was a rusty two cents I had no place giving.

Is that all it was?

Yeah, maybe there was a touch of caveman jealousy. Just a little bit.

Okay.

I care about Hayley, and I just want her to be okay,

but I was way out of line.

Mickey seems like a good guy. He must be to have you two in his corner.

I just didn't need the extra drama. That was all.

I hear that.

You know, my daughter went through something like this when, um…

What's the name of the…

-The one with the pictures that disappear? -Snapchat.

That one. Yes. I can never keep the names straight.

I hate them all.

Hold on.

Sorry.

Freddy, how's it going?

We got it from here.

I'll be watching from here.

And the others?

These are the cabinets

that contain the business records you're allowed to search.

They have invoices, billings, tax returns, all the financial stuff.

The other cabinets are off-limits.

How do I know you're not withholding anything relevant in these other drawers?

Take it up with the judge. Privileged means privileged.

Detective, I led you here. Clearly, I'm not hiding anything.

I know it's important to project innocence,

but you have to start thinking like a lawyer here.

For years, you've told your clients not to cooperate

with people who are trying to take their freedom.

You should've told Drucker to fuck off and find the garage himself.

Mickey, do we have something to hide?

I can't think of anything.

Berg wouldn't go to all this trouble for nothing.

She's looking for something specific.

I take it Freddy called you?

You're being raided by the police?

-What are they looking for? -I wish I knew.

This is a shot across the bow, even for Dana Berg.

Is this gonna be bad for Jack?

He'll deal with it, I guess.

I'm so sorry, Maggie.

Hello?

This is a collect call from…

Bamba.

…at Twin Towers Correctional Facility.

-Do you accept the charges? -Yes, I accept.

-Haller? -What the hell happened?

Picked me up on some bullshit probation violation again.

-In the police station? -Nah, outside of it.

Some cop gave me a hassle 'cause I parked a foot into the red zone.

One thing led to another.

-What probation violation? -Man, I don't know.

But it's some bullshit.

Sometimes the man is just out to get you.

Yeah, tell me about it.

All right. Sit tight. Let me see what I can do.

-I gotta run. -Thanks, Haller.

Who was that on the phone?

Maggie. Freddy called Jack.

Don't worry. I handled it.

What do we actually think is going on here?

They're asking for billing records. They think they can make this about money.

Maybe they found something in Sam's accounts.

No, Cisco checked Sam's money.

Nothing led back to you.

All right, we're done.

What are those?

There's nothing in the warrant that requires me to share what we seized.

And there's nothing that says I have to cooperate with you either, but I did.

Whatever you take comes back in discovery. Why be an asshole about it?

You didn't have to rake me over the coals about that wallet shit.

Oh, if you think that was raking you over the coals

wait until I get you in front of a jury.

Mm.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Here's your receipt.

Have a good day now.

Been a hard day's night Of grindin' and hustle

Got a suitcase full of cash

Gotta roll up on it And take care of business

Guaranteed or your money back

Three-piece suit, blood stain upon it

And the vulture's out today

We gotta buy some time And make us some money

Till those birds turn into prey

We run the games you're playin'

We play them too

We load the dice you're rollin'

No one do it like we do

We load the dice you're rollin'

No one do it like we do it, whoo!

No one do it like we do

No one do it like we do

We run the games you're playin' We play…

Holy shit.

We load the dice you're rollin'

No one do it like we do

No one do it like we do

No one do it like we do

So Biogreen, on paper,

is owned by two individuals,

Spencer Bagwell and Jeanine Ferrigno.

Question is, can we connect either of them to Alex Gazarian?

And?

Izzy discovered that Spencer Bagwell is incapacitated,

and he has no family, so his estate is controlled by a conservatorship.

That means everything is under seal.

So a dead end?

Not exactly.

Everything, that is, except for the court proceedings.

They're public.

Now the lawyer who handled those goes by the name of Christopher Young

of Zimmer and Young,

the exact same law firm

who represented Alex Gazarian in the Lisa Trammell trial.

Probably the lawyer's idea to use Bagwell, and for a fee no less.

Or it could just be a coincidence.

This couldn't.

Turns out, Jeanine Ferrigno was an aspiring thespian in high school.

-What am I looking at? -Her yearbook. Turn the page.

They grew up together.

-Holy shit. -That's what I said.

Izzy, how did you find this?

It's a long story.

Our guess is that Gazarian is still in touch with Jeanine

and that he probably never knew Bagwell.

He was just a convenient patsy.

So two figureheads own the company on paper,

but it's got to be Gazarian who's really behind it.

It's classic mob shit.

Something we taught Gazarian the hard way in Lisa's trial.

No paper trails.

What about the documents that Drucker seized?

We went through the files after they left. I couldn't find anything missing.

Hopefully, there's nothing to worry about. Either way, we'll know soon enough.

Great work, everybody. My dinner date's gonna love this.

His what?

I'm just happy we cut through the smoke and mirrors.

Now I have some idea why I got dragged into this mess.

Gazarian wanted revenge.

I think he might have been killing two birds with one stone.

What do you mean?

Well, I can't prove it yet,

but I think Sam might have been talking to the FBI.

What if Gazarian found out?

What?

I'm worried about you, kid.

If the most dangerous client is an innocent one,

what happens when you're on both sides of that coin?

All of this is interesting, but it's not enough yet.

I'm… I'm just taking your advice, Legal.

Acting like a winner, so I can become one.

I just hope you're not after more than just the win.

You know the saying about a lawyer who has himself for a client, right?

Hmm.

This is the case of my life, literally.

I promise you I've got my head on straight here.

And if I need help,

I've got the best coach in the world in my corner.

I'd bet on you every time, kid.

Just take care of my guy in the ring.

Always.

Mickey, David. Always nice to see you.

Hey, Nancy.

I brought you something from the mozzarella bar. It's on the house.

Oh, it looks delicious.

I hear you're in hot water.

I really hope this is not your last good meal.

The perks and the perils of being famous.

I should take this.

What's up, Lorna? I'm still at dinner with Legal.

Hey, Mickey. Um, Dana Berg just called.

They want us in court first thing tomorrow.

She wouldn't say why, but she did say

that you need to be prepared to turn yourself in.

The only thing I can think of is that she got a new indictment

for murder with special circumstances.

You were right.

They're gonna say that they found evidence that you killed Sam for money.

And that means they'll revoke your bail.

Yeah. Yeah. I… I agree. That sounds right.

We're gonna fight this, Mickey.

We can ask for a probable cause hearing on the special circumstances.

And I can file an emergency motion to keep Stone's bail ruling

and protect the speedy trial timeline.

That all sounds good, Lorna. You do that. All right?

And get some rest. Thanks.

All good, kid?

Yeah. Yeah. It's all fine.

Just some…

…administrative stuff.

This is delicious. Wanna try it?

Uh, I'm good. Thank you.

If you tell me everything's gonna be okay, Cisco,

I'm gonna pull my hair out, be bald, and you will not love me anymore.

-Babe. -None of this is okay.

Mickey cannot go back to jail.

This is already borderline impossible with him not in jail.

I'm so far behind on all my work.

Mickey's trial starts in a few weeks. Dana Berg keeps throwing us curveballs.

At this rate, we're gonna be working out of the Lincoln again.

Hell, we'll be living out of the Lincoln.

Perhaps it's time to acknowledge the reality of the situation.

Can you hand off some cases to Tony Walsh?

Or try other lawyers.

I can ask Grace if her boss would lend a hand.

First of all, we cannot offload cases to other lawyers. We need the money.

And second of all,

who the hell is Grace?

She's, uh, just this--

Do you have a girlfriend you haven't told us about?

It's not like I--

We will discuss your secret girlfriend

when I am not about to completely lose my shit,

but we will… discuss it.

Please excuse me.

Hey, Lorna. What's going on?

Hey, Maggie.

I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I need some advice.

I think Dana Berg is dropping the charges

and filing a new indictment for murder with special circumstances.

What?

So that's what she was up to with the raid.

Oh my God. I can't believe this.

I don't know how I'm gonna do this.

Maggie, the thought of Mickey going back to jail--

-You can't think like that. -How else can I think?

They're gonna revoke his bail.

And we're barely hanging on as it is.

I feel like a liability.

I've been a lawyer for, like, five minutes,

and everything is going to shit.

And if I fuck this up, Mickey goes away for life.

Maggie, please tell me what to do.

All rise.

Ms. Berg, Mr. Haller,

I expect we'll have a lot of back and forth with the latest turn of events.

I'd appreciate keeping the bickering and personal remarks to a minimum.

Of course, Your Honor.

Mr. Haller, is your cocounsel with us?

Uh…

Yeah, Your Honor, she's just…

Maggie McPherson for the defense, Your Honor.