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- You're the DA? - [Andrea] Yeah.

I'd think twice about doing this case, too, if I were you.

I've beat you so many times. I've lost count.

[Mickey] Bondurant was bleeding money from The Terrazzo,

and he wanted Alex Grant to share the burden.

We found a straw man.

Now, Mr. Grant, would you care to explain to the court

what suspicious activity Mr. Bondurant was alluding to?

It's possible Grant will plead the Fifth rather than risk it.

And what if he does?

Can't lose him before the trial starts. I need him in front of a jury.

You're gambling this entire case on Alex Grant not taking the Fifth?

Are you insane?

One email may have been enough to goad Mr. Grant into testifying.

It is not enough to prove he is relevant to this case.

Remember I said the police confiscated Lisa's toolkit?

Supposed to have 150 pieces, but it only has 149.

Wanna guess which one's missing?

The prosecution has come into possession of a new piece of evidence.

The murder weapon.

Mr. Kim, is this the photo you took of the protest on that date?

Yes, it is.

René?

In the recordings, did the defendant ever discuss her specific plans

to stop Mr. Bondurant's development?

Yes.

[Lisa] We learned everything about him.

Where he parked his sports car in his garage.

I have to take a risk.

This isn't a risk, Mickey. It's like the rules don't apply to you anymore.

[judge] Mr. Haller, are you ready to call your first witness?

I am, Your Honor. The defense calls Lisa Trammell to the stand.

[dramatic music playing]

Mickey, wh... what are you doing?

Not here.

[tense music playing]

[Lisa exhales]

You said you weren't going to call me.

I know, but it's Friday afternoon, Lisa.

I can't let Dahl's podcast be the last thing the jury hears

before the weekend.

We've gotta strike back.

Okay, but what if I screw up or say the wrong thing? I mean...

Just tell the truth, okay? Let them see you the way I see you.

You can do this.

Ms. Trammell, can you tell the jury what you do for a living?

Um, I'm a chef.

And I own a restaurant called Elysian in Frogtown.

We've been there for about 11 years.

Eleven years. That's... That's a long time. You must really love what you do.

Oh, it was my dream all my life. I grew up in that neighborhood.

My father bought the building for next to nothing. He made cabinets.

So he ran a shop on one side and raised a family on the other.

I wanted to do the same thing.

You live there as well?

Yes, it's my home.

That's why I didn't want to sell it to Mitchell Bondurant or to anyone.

My whole life is in that building.

When you told Mr. Bondurant that you wouldn't sell, what happened?

Oh, that's when the real torture started.

Bulldozers at 6:00 a.m., and construction dust at happy hour.

- He did everything to run me out of there. - Objection, narrative.

The witness will only answer the questions asked.

[Mickey] It's okay, Ms. Trammell.

Yesterday, we heard from your neighbor, Valerie Stern,

about your relationship with your former husband.

Can you tell us why you and your husband separated?

I'm not the easiest person to live with.

I mean, I can be stubborn.

And when I want something, I want it with all my heart.

And I had a dream that I wasn't willing to let go of,

and Jeff, my ex, he had other ideas.

So we just grew apart.

Did growing apart lead to fights?

[Lisa] Yeah. Of course we fought.

But no more than any other couple, and there was never any violence.

[Mickey] Now, I'd like to talk about the podcast interview we heard.

You seemed pretty fired up. Is that fair to say?

Uh, I guess.

[hesitates] But that was the seventh take, I think.

Seven? Well, why so many?

Well, Henry kept saying that I didn't sound passionate enough

and that he needed "the sound bite."

So, Mr. Dahl was pushing you to sound more dramatic?

[Lisa] That's what it felt like.

Is it true, then, what you said to him about your tactics against Bondurant?

Yes, more or less.

Including your knowledge of where Mr. Bondurant parked his car?

- [gallery murmurs] - Yes.

Why did you tell Detective O'Brien

you've never been inside Mr. Bondurant's parking garage?

[Lisa] Because I haven't been.

There's this photo of Mitchell Bondurant posed next to his car in some magazine.

No, I didn't have to go into his garage to know where he parked his car.

He advertised it.

It was all part of his image.

[Mickey] Defense Exhibit G, Your Honor.

Is this the photo you found?

Yes.

[Mickey] So, you've never been in his garage?

But you did have some run-ins with Mr. Bondurant?

Plenty. [chuckles]

Yeah, but he kept running into me.

He was harassing me.

He loved to shut down the street during the dinner rush.

I mean, the noise and the dust,

it made it impossible for our customers to eat out on the terrace.

It was endless.

Seems like Mr. Bondurant wasn't so easy to deal with.

Oh God, he was an asshole.

[hushed laughter]

Um, I'm sorry. Can I say that?

It's okay, Ms. Trammell.

Look, honestly, I couldn't stand him.

I don't deny that.

In my experience, he wasn't a good man

or an honest one.

But I didn't hate what he was doing to me.

You didn't?

[Lisa] No. I mean, I didn't love it.

But it really wasn't about me.

[somber music playing]

I hated what he was doing to my community.

Because I watched him kick out my neighbors one by one

just so he can put up some shiny new playground.

It was heartbreaking.

Heartbreaking enough for you to want to take revenge?

No, I didn't want revenge.

What good would that do?

The construction is still going on.

I can't stop the city from remaking itself.

It's gonna happen whether I like it or not.

No.

I just wanted to save my home.

[bell dings]

- [distant car horns blaring] - [footsteps approach]

Hey.

[somber music continues]

You did great today.

You know, they built all this when I was a kid.

I used to come here with my dad when they were putting it up.

We used to ride the train.

Even then, it was always changing.

So, what now?

Now we prepare you for cross.

We have the weekend to get you ready, and we're gonna use it.

Today was the easy part.

Monday morning, Andrea's gonna come after you with everything she has.

[opening theme music playing]

[Lorna] I sent you the prep questions, and I left a copy on your desk.

There's only so much you can ever prepare anyone.

After that, it is what it is.

Well, we knew it was a risk when you called her.

At least it'll make for an interesting presentation.

[Mickey] Presentation?

[Lorna] In my criminal practice clinic.

That reminds me. I have to find someone to vet it.

- I thought that was my job. - [Lorna] No, you're my mentor.

You're supposed to teach me.

Someone's gotta judge the job you're doing.

[Mickey] All right, what about Legal?

There's nobody better. Trust me.

[Lorna] Would he do it?

[Mickey] I bet he'd love to.

It'd give him an excuse to come down to court.

[Lorna] Hmm. Thank you.

Hey, listen, Mickey. Try to get some rest this weekend.

I know you're buried, but you have to be sharp on Monday.

[Mickey] I'll try.

Good night, Lorna.

Good night.

[Elena] What are you saying, Doctor?

You mean he'll never wake up?

He'll be like this forever?

Oh, no.

After everything my family has been through.

I don't know if they can handle any more tragedy.

[Mickey, in Spanish] What's all this?

[in Spanish] I have an audition.

Can you believe it? They're making me read.

I thought actors just sent video now.

[Elena] If they're gonna make me read,

they are getting the full experience, whether they like it or not.

[both chuckle]

That reminds me. You have a driver, yes?

Yes. I have a driver.

Good, I need to borrow her.

She's not a taxi, Mama. She takes me to court.

So she can take you to court and then take me to my audition.

Where is this audition?

- Burbank. - Burbank?

Uh-huh.

[in Spanish] The courthouse is downtown. That's hours away in traffic.

It won't work. I'll get you an Uber.

[sighs]

[mellow music playing]

Pothole.

[short rumble]

You nervous?

- Well... - [Elena] Darling.

I was the lead of the second most popular telenovela in all of Mexico.

Nerves are for people who have something to prove.

I watched a couple episodes. I thought you were great.

[Elena] Thank you, sweetie.

You're already a bigger fan than my son.

It's because you're a performer like me that you get it. This one, never.

I don't know about that. You should see him in court.

No. No, she shouldn't.

Drop me off. Take her to her audition. Then straight home.

[in Spanish] Did I say I wanted to go?

[sighs quietly]

[Andrea] You seem to make a lot of enemies, Ms. Trammell.

We all know about Mitchell Bondurant, who had a restraining order against you.

All I did was protest.

Yes, 23 times, according to the application for the TRO.

Twenty-three times you'd led demonstrations to his office.

- His building was vandalized... - Not by me.

No, I was there to make my voice heard.

Peacefully and lawfully.

That's all.

So, you weren't the one who left repeated threatening messages

on Mr. Bondurant's voice mail?

No, I was not.

Or the one who threw a raw egg at him on September 9th of last year?

Is that funny?

I didn't do it.

But I can't say it wasn't funny.

[hushed laughter]

And then there's your husband. Jeff, is it?

That's right.

I would say "ex-husband," but you two never actually divorced, did you?

I'm sorry, is that a crime?

[Andrea] It's unusual.

A couple must not get along for one of them to leave the marriage

without even bothering to legally end it.

Objection, relevance.

My client's relationship with her husband is not on trial.

[judge] Overruled, Mr. Haller.

You opened that door. Ms. Freemann is free to walk through it.

How often would you say you and your husband fought, Ms. Trammell?

[hesitates] I don't know the exact frequency.

Once a month? Every day?

It wasn't a regular schedule.

Why did your husband leave you?

I guess he couldn't handle the responsibility.

Of your restaurant?

Among other things, yes.

Not because you were difficult to get along with?

[scoffs] I was difficult? That's a good one.

Ms. Trammell, please answer the question.

Look, I don't know why he left. You'd have to ask him.

Okay, maybe I will.

- Where's your husband now? - [Lisa] Couldn't tell you.

You don't know?

On a beach in Mexico, last I heard.

He had to get as far away from you as possible, huh?

- Objection! - That piece of shit was lucky to have me.

Order! I will not tolerate outbursts in my courtroom.

[tense music playing]

We can all see why he left, can't we?

- Objection. - Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Redirect.

Ms. Trammell, one question. Did you kill Mitchell Bondurant?

No, I didn't.

Nothing further.

[cell phone vibrates]

- [Cisco] Baby. - Please tell me you have good news.

[Cisco] Half and half.

Doctor's on her way, but Manny's running late.

You have to get him here, Cisco. We're already in a hole. Hurry up.

Babe, I'm on it. As soon as he touches ground, we're there.

[Lorna] Okay, drive safe.

The universe is aligning in my favor. The universe is aligning in my favor.

The universe is aligning in my favor.

[René] Lisa's taught me so much. She's really been a mentor to me.

Do you have any complaints about the way she runs her kitchen?

I admire it.

She's very level-headed, even under pressure.

And would you say that Mitchell Bondurant added to that pressure?

[René] Oh, definitely.

We all had run-ins with him or his crew,

but Lisa was always the one keeping us calm.

Can you elaborate on that?

[René] It was always something with the construction.

We'd get so mad about it.

We'd joke about, like, leaving rotting meat over there.

Silly stuff like that.

But she'd be like, "No. No, we can't be like them." You know?

"Don't lose hope. It's gonna be okay." Stuff like that.

You seem quite fond of the defendant, Mr. Morales.

[René] Like I said, she's a great boss.

I'm sure. But has she ever crossed a line with you?

[René] A line?

In terms of her temper or how she treats you or the staff?

No, I don't think so.

No?

People's 32, Your Honor.

You posted this four years ago, Mr. Morales.

Can you please read it?

[René] "To all our loyal customers at Elysian."

"Thank you so much for your patronage,

but I can't take this shit anymore."

"On to the next."

Can you tell us what this post was in reference to?

[René] I, um...

That day Lisa and I kind of got into a little bit. That's all.

Enough to make you quit your job?

It wasn't our best moment, but...

I mean, I came back a week later.

Okay. Well, what did you fight about?

[René] I... didn't like the way she talked to me in front of a customer.

She just snapped at me.

She lost her temper with you?

I... I guess so. But, you know, this is a very unusual occurrence.

Was it?

Can you read this reply from foodienista

and then your response to that?

They wrote, "It happened again?"

And I said, "She's crazy when she gets like this."

"You can't talk to her."

- Look, I was just angry, but... - I have no further questions, Your Honor.

[suspenseful music playing]

I thought we checked everybody's social media.

I did. It must have been an old account. It was four years ago.

- [sighs] Lorna. - [cell phone vibrates]

Let me take this.

Hey, Izzy. You survived?

[chuckles] So far. I don't think I'm gonna make it back in time to pick you up.

What? Where are you?

Culver City.

Culver City? I thought the audition was in Burbank.

[Izzy] The audition was in Burbank.

But then there was a meeting in Santa Monica and lunch in Brentwood...

Oh my God. Izzy, just tell her, "No."

[scoffs] Have you met your mother?

[sighs]

Fine, whatever.

Just get her home.

Okay. I'll try.

[alarm buzzes]

[mellow music playing]

[Cisco] Pardon me. Excuse me. Pardon me.

Sorry.

I don't know. That way.

[Mickey] You flew in this morning?

Yes. I apologize for cutting it so close,

but the United Nations couldn't reschedule.

That's okay, Dr. Arslanian. I know you have a very busy schedule.

Now, I asked you to study the evidence in this case, correct?

- Police reports, autopsy findings. - That's right.

You asked if I thought it would've been possible for your client

to commit this crime which, to cut to the chase, I don't.

- You don't? - [Dr. Arslanian] Definitely not.

Can you tell us why?

I could, but it would be easier if I could show you.

Sure.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Uh... Your Honor... - [door opens]

[excited chatter]

[Dr. Arslanian] Ah, perfect.

Your Honor, I'd like to bring up my associate to help me demonstrate.

- Is this man your associate? - Not him. The one in the box.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my associate, Manny.

[cameras clicking]

[upbeat music playing]

Just one thing, Your Honor.

If Ms. Crane here could help me and Manny out with something?

So Mr. Bondurant was six-foot-three.

As you can see, Manny is the same.

And Ms. Crane is wearing four-inch heels to simulate Ms. Trammell's height of 5'6".

Lovely choice, I might add.

The injuries to Mr. Bondurant tell us that he was killed by blunt force trauma

to the top of his head.

A single blow delivered with great force.

In fact, we know the weapon was a hammer,

which is why I've procured the same model for this demonstration.

So, have at it.

Stop.

There's your problem right there.

As you can see, Ms. Crane is reaching as high as she can.

She's even on her tippy-toes,

and yet the hammer is hitting the back of Manny's head.

Mr. Bondurant's injuries weren't to the back of his head.

They were right on top. And, clearly, she can't reach it.

Not well enough to deliver a blow with sufficient force.

Which means Ms. Trammell wouldn't have been able to either.

Thank you.

[quiet laughter]

Okay, that all makes sense, but what if Bondurant was bending over?

Couldn't he have bent down to, say, tie his shoe?

He could have, but Mr. Bondurant sustained injuries to his knees

at the time of death,

which indicate that he fell forward after he was struck.

If he had been bending over, the distance between his knees and the ground

wouldn't have been great enough to create those injuries.

So, there's no way someone of my client's height

could have hit Mitchell Bondurant on the top of his head with a hammer?

Under the circumstances as we know them, no, there is not.

It's not possible?

It's physically impossible.

[hushed chatter]

Thank you, Doctor.

Ms. Freemann.

- May I? - [Dr. Arslanian] Of course.

- [gallery murmurs] - [camera clicking]

How about now?

[tense music playing]

Sure.

In a scenario in which Mr. Bondurant was staring straight up into the sky,

it might be possible.

But there's no evidence to indicate that was the case.

[Andrea] Did you examine the crime scene yourself, Doctor?

No, but I did examine every police photo of it.

I also checked the maintenance logs from the garage.

There were no leaky pipes or burned-out light bulbs.

Nothing he would've been staring up at.

What about a spider?

A spider?

You know, lowering itself from its web.

You see something out of the corner of your eye

or feel something on your head, and instinctively...

It's possible, isn't it?

Perhaps, but forensics is about the likely probabilities,

not the endless possibilities.

The truth is, though, Doctor, that you have no way of knowing for sure

what happened in the garage that day, do you?

None of us do.

[clicks fingers]

Thank you. Nothing further.

[hushed chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[sniffling]

Izzy, what happened?

She made me stop for the wine, but I talked her out of more Botox.

[Mickey] Mama.

[in Spanish] What happened?

[in Spanish] Time, son.

[she sniffles]

I was dropped.

My agent dropped me.

Me.

I was a star.

Now I'm begging for scraps.

[Elena cries]

Mama.

Maybe this is a sign.

The universe is telling me it's time for something else.

Time to focus on my family, maybe.

Mama.

I think sometimes the universe likes to knock you around a little bit

to remind you that you have to fight back.

Mama. Why don't you come to court tomorrow?

You don't really want me there.

I do. I'm asking you to come. I could use the support.

Really?

[Mickey] Mm-hmm.

Okay. If you really need me...

I'll come.

Okay.

I can do that for you.

[Mickey speaks Spanish]

[Elena speaks Spanish]

I think I'll even wear my new sweater.

[Legal] All right, kid, lay it on me.

[Lorna] Well, the problem all along was the evidence.

It was just too strong.

Sure, we could put our experts up there to poke holes in the prosecution's theory,

but at the end of the day,

the murder weapon was our client's hammer.

They had her gloves with the victim's blood on it.

Just saying those things were planted wasn't enough.

We had to tell the jury who planted them and why.

[Mickey] The defense calls Alex Grant.

Mr. Grant, can you tell us what you do for a living?

I'm an entrepreneur.

[Mickey] In what field?

My primary business is Argel Construction.

It's a commercial contractor in the Los Angeles area.

A pretty major contractor, no?

I can't complain.

Now, this guy is a total asshat but a predictable asshat.

After the motion to quash, we knew we had to play him a bit.

You know, stroke his ego, which was plenty inflated to begin with.

Can you say "asshat" in your presentation?

In fact, your company has a very important bid out. Is that correct?

The Olympic Village?

Yeah.

They haven't made a decision yet, have they?

There have been some delays in the approval process.

[Mickey] Ah. Still, very exciting.

And is construction your only business?

No. I have investments in other areas.

Uh, entertainment, for one.

I own a small production company called PanMedia.

I own a management consulting firm.

A courier service?

Eagle Couriers, yes.

- All different kinds of things. - And they're all profitable businesses?

I mean, clearly, your track record speaks for itself.

[upbeat music playing]

[Lorna] We got our inside man to tell him we didn't have anything on him.

The podcaster?

- Henry Dahl. - Also an asshat, but that's another story.

For this to work, we really had to rope-a-dope this guy.

You know, lower his defenses, and then let the games begin.

[Mickey] Can you tell us what this email was about?

Mitch was, uh, up to his eyeballs in debt.

I guess he thought he could strong-arm me into helping him out.

Bondurant was in debt?

Yeah, to the tune of a couple hundred million.

The Terrazzo, that's the high-rise that he hired us to do some work on,

was stalled due to inspection issues.

He started hemorrhaging cash.

But wouldn't an issue with building inspection

involve the contractor?

Sure, but when we were on the job, the inspections passed.

The holdup came after, during final approval.

I don't know if Mitch had hired finishing contractors

who were doing subpar work or if he had architectural problems,

but all I know is it had nothing to do with me or my company.

[Lorna] Yeah, right.

Our investigator found the inspection paperwork.

Turns out everything was approved when Grant's company was on the job,

but as soon as it finished, the city found a bunch of issues.

Which means he was probably spreading bribes around

so his company's half-assed job could get approved

so they could do it on the cheap.

Sorry. Keep going, babe. You're doing great.

Right. Well, there was no way to prove it. Not directly, anyway.

So we did the next best thing, which was to heavily imply it.

It's called circumstantial evidence.

I would've hoped somebody might have taught you that.

[Mickey] This FBI target letter was introduced to the jury earlier.

Do you recognize it, Mr. Grant?

I do.

[Mickey] This letter identifies you as a person of interest

in an ongoing federal investigation into construction fraud, correct?

Theoretically.

Theoretically?

Contractors get scrutinized all the time,

but I had nothing to hide, which is why nothing came of this letter.

It was sent months ago, and they never even followed up.

I see.

Can you read the date on the target letter, Mr. Grant?

January 18th.

Let's take a look at the email Mitchell Bondurant sent you.

What's the date there?

It looks like January 10th.

Eight days after Mitchell Bondurant sent you this threatening email,

you received a letter from the FBI.

Were you worried he reported you to the feds?

Real estate is a messy business. Nothing would surprise me.

Again, I have nothing to hide.

Is it possible this investigation had something to do

with the holdup on your Olympics deal?

I wouldn't know that.

[hushed chatter]

All in all, your life would've been easier if Bondurant was out of the way.

Objection.

Apologies, Your Honor, withdrawn.

[judge] Color inside the lines, Mr. Haller.

[Mickey] Understood, Your Honor.

Grant. That's not your real name, is it?

My legal last name is Grant, yes.

But you weren't born Alex Grant, were you?

Objection. What does the witness's name have to do with this trial?

I'll make that clear in a few minutes, Your Honor.

See that you do.

Your last name, Mr. Grant.

I was born Alex Kazarian,

but I legally changed my surname to Grant some years ago.

Kazarian. That's a nice name.

Why change it?

I was trying to find my footing as a businessman in America,

and Armenian last names are difficult to pronounce.

Yeah, but there's a very large Armenian community in Los Angeles, no?

Yes, but xenophobia is everywhere,

especially when you're dealing with the LA City Council.

[quiet laughter]

Sad but true. Although you were born here, correct?

That's correct.

[Mickey] It's your father who first came to Los Angeles.

- Can you tell us about him? - Objection. Again, relevance.

Overruled.

Your Honor, if I may be heard.

I am Jacob Zimmer.

I represent the witness, and if I could get a moment with my client?

I see no reason to go down that rabbit hole at the moment.

But your rope is running out, Mr. Haller. Get to the point.

Of course, Your Honor. Thank you. Mr. Grant?

What is it you wanna know about?

Your father, Sasha Kazarian.

Isn't it true he's currently serving time in federal prison

for multiple counts of racketeering, fraud,

association with organized crime,

even conspiracy to commit murder?

[cameras clicking]

[somber music playing]

Yes, it's true.

My father's background is public knowledge

to anyone willing to dig deep enough, which clearly you have.

Did changing your name have anything to do with hiding from your family history?

Of course it did.

But you told the court you wanted to Americanize it.

[Grant] Both things can be true.

I wanted to distance myself from my father's past,

and I wanted a consumer-friendly last name.

I know what you're trying to do, Mr. Haller,

but I have no ties to my father's world.

You can dig as deep as you want. You won't find anything.

It wasn't enough just to show his dad was a criminal.

We needed more. That's where this one came in.

It was just simple detective work, babe.

You are too modest. He's too modest.

[Mickey] This is a photograph taken by my investigator on April 14th.

Is this you in the picture entering the Taron Bakery?

Yeah, looks like it.

And can you tell us the significance of this bakery?

They have the best baklava in town.

[laughter]

Is that the only reason you go?

My uncle owns the place.

What, is it a crime to visit my uncle's bakery?

Your uncle, Armen Kazarian?

Didn't he also go to prison for being associated with organized crime?

Yes, but he turned his life around, which is why he opened a bakery.

To become an honest businessman like myself.

Defense Exhibit R, Your Honor. Offered for impeachment.

These are visitation records

for the prison where Sasha Kazarian, the witness's father, currently resides.

Sidebar, Your Honor?

[suspenseful music playing]

[clears throat]

Judge, I think it is clear what Mr. Haller is trying to do here.

I'm doing exactly what I said I'd do.

Paint Mr. Grant as an alternate suspect.

The court told me to find more evidence, so I did.

I'm afraid I have to agree, Ms. Freemann.

There's nothing here that should be a surprise to the prosecution.

You can't possibly think this will work.

Just pointing out this guy's family has mob connections?

[Mickey] Mr. Grant, you'll notice from these records

that you visited your father on April 13th.

Do you recall this?

[hesitates] It sounds right. Yeah.

This is one day before my investigator took that photo of you

entering your uncle's bakery?

If you say so.

The evidence says so, Mr. Grant.

Defense S, Your Honor.

Mr. Grant's travel records.

So, it seems you visited your father,

returned to Los Angeles the next day,

and went straight to your uncle's bakery even before going home.

[exhales] I was hungry.

It's 40 minutes out of your way.

Objection, counsel is testifying.

Sustained. The jury will disregard that last editorial comment.

Mr. Grant, you mentioned before

a number of legitimate businesses you've invested in,

including a courier service, Eagle Couriers.

Is it true that your uncle, who owns the bakery,

is also a partial investor in Eagle Couriers?

I mean, I have the records if you can't recall.

My uncle's bakery has been successful enough

that, yes, he's been able to make some additional investments.

That's the American dream.

Indeed, it is.

I don't know, kid. A guy like this is a pro.

He's spent years covering his tracks.

This prosecutor, Andrea, she's beaten him ten straight times.

- I don't think it's ten. - It is. I counted. It was ten.

What were you thinking? A good DA could tear this all to shreds.

That's why we had to make sure she never got the chance.

These are three more photographs taken by my investigator.

Each time you visited your father,

you flew back the next day and went straight to your uncle's bakery.

About once every six weeks on average.

So you mean to tell us, Mr. Grant, that after every visit to your father,

currently in prison for his association with a crime syndicate,

you visited your uncle,

a former member of that syndicate and your business partner,

and it's just for the baklava?

Objection, badgering.

Overruled.

- [suspenseful music continues] - [scoffs]

- [Grant] I... - [cameras clicking]

This is not what it looks like.

Here's another possibility. Maybe you're passing information...

- Objection, speculation. - Overruled.

...from one member of a criminal organization to another...

- Badgering! - Overruled, Ms. Freemann.

...which would make you a member of that criminal organization as well.

Is that what it is, Mr. Grant?

That's what it looks like.

[sighs]

Your Honor, uh...

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

I respectfully decline to answer this or any further questions."

[gallery clamoring]

- [cameras clicking] - Order! Order!

I will have order, or I will clear this courtroom!

[clamoring continues]

And I will see counsel in my chambers right now!

[suspenseful music swells]

[Legal] Holy shit!

"Nemo tenetur seipsum accusare."

"No man can be made to accuse himself."

That goes back to the 16th century.

That's why the prosecution can't force the defendant to testify

if he doesn't want to.

And the jury's not supposed to infer that he's guilty

if he doesn't want to answer questions.

Usually applies to the defendant,

but if the defense puts somebody else on the stand

and corners them into taking the Fifth,

there's no way the jury's not gonna think that they're guilty of something.

That was kind of the idea.

You know how risky that is, kid? The hot water you could get into?

If I did it on purpose, sure, but if it just happened...

Mr. Haller, you know damn well it is your duty to inform the court

if you have any indication

that a witness might be even thinking about pleading the Fifth.

I had no way to know what this witness would do on the stand.

- You gotta be fucking kidding me. - [judge] Ms. Freemann.

You will conduct yourself with professionalism

when you are in my chambers and in my court, is that understood?

I apologize, Your Honor.

She's got a fucking point, Counsel.

Mr. Grant agreed to testify at the motion to quash.

He didn't plead the Fifth then. I had no way to know he'd do it now.

No. [exhales deeply]

He planted the story in the jury's minds.

Now that his witness has pled the Fifth, I can't cross-examine him.

Your Honor, he has manipulated the entire trial with this stunt.

Oh, come on.

Mr. Haller, if I find any evidence that this was premeditated,

I will bring you up on disciplinary charges with the bar.

As it is, I am striking the witness's testimony. All of it.

Your Honor, there's no unringing this bell.

I understand, Ms. Freemann,

but unless you have proof that Mr. Haller was planning this from the start,

I am not granting a mistrial.

I will instruct the jury that they may not infer guilt

from Mr. Grant's refusal to answer questions.

You still had a problem though.

Sure, once you got this guy to plead the Fifth,

the jury would assume he was guilty.

But guilty of what?

All you did was show that he might be a criminal.

You still didn't have anything concrete to connect him to the murder.

Well, we did have one more trick up our sleeve.

Mr. Wojciechowski, is it okay if I make our court reporter's life easier?

Just call you Dennis?

Works for me.

Can you tell us what you do for a living?

I'm your investigator.

[laughter]

[Mickey] And on this case,

did your work for me lead you to investigate any person in particular?

Yes. Uh, Alex Grant.

What did you learn about Mr. Grant?

Well, I followed him repeatedly from the airport

to his uncle's bakery in Glendale.

[Andrea] Objection.

Mr. Grant's testimony has been stricken. It's no longer relevant to our trial.

To the contrary, Your Honor.

This witness's testimony will demonstrate the relevance.

[sternly] Just get on with it.

Understood. So, Dennis,

why did Mr. Grant's visits to his uncle interest you?

Because I discovered something else.

Something that seemingly tied Mr. Grant directly to Mitchell Bondurant's murder.

Can you tell us what that was?

Well, Mr. Bondurant's garage only had cameras at the entrance and the exit.

There were no unusual vehicles coming or going that day.

Yes, we established that.

[Cisco] But on the building across the street,

there's a camera, an old one,

that takes still photographs once every minute,

and it captures the side of the Bondurant building.

[Mickey] Defense T, Your Honor.

This footage was previously given to the prosecution in discovery.

Well, I studied the photos to see if Ms. Trammell was in any of them.

She wasn't. But I noticed someone else who was.

Eagle Couriers, which is co-owned by Mr. Grant and his uncle.

How long was this truck parked outside Mr. Bondurant's building?

Truck was there from 8:19 a.m. until 9:05.

And why was this of note?

[Cisco] Because, according to the medical examiner,

the murder occurred between 8:30 and 9:00 a.m.

[hushed chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[cameras clicking]

Thank you, Dennis. Nothing further.

All right, we're already behind on our afternoon break,

so let's take it now.

Thirty minutes.

Then we'll reconvene for cross-examination.

[Legal] Unbelievable. Excellent work.

I give you an A for your presentation.

You, on the other hand,

I give you a D-minus for legal ethics

but A-plus for strategy.

Kid, even he wouldn't have come up with this one.

It's quarter to 4:00. Your recess is almost over.

Now, you're gonna go back in there, and she's gonna cross-examine you.

And then the jury will go home and stew on this all night.

It's brilliant.

I just got one more question.

You came up with this on the fly?

[Lorna] Uh,

not exactly.

Like I said,

we knew all along that the evidence was too strong.

So, Mickey knew we had to have the press there for the pre-trial hearing.

I couldn't have him take the Fifth then.

Because you had to get him to trial,

so he could do it now, in front of the jury.

[elevator dings]

Well, thanks for sticking around.

You kidding me? Being back here is like oxygen.

You go ahead. I'll be right in.

Agent Vasquez, what brings the FBI to State Court?

This wasn't our deal, Haller.

What are you talking about?

I gave you what you needed to get Alex Grant to testify,

not to plead the Fifth.

You used me.

Well, I think that goes both ways, don't you?

You have your job to do, and I have mine.

Well, I'll tell you what the Bureau has.

A long memory.

I'll see you around, Counselor.

[mysterious music playing]

Ms. Freemann, cross-examination?

No, Your Honor. I have no questions for this witness.

[judge] Very well. The witness is excused.

Mr. Haller?

[clears throat]

Your Honor, the defense rests.

Excellent. Rebuttal witnesses?

None, Your Honor.

Even better.

In that case, seeing as it is late, why don't we...

Your Honor, the people are ready to move to closing now.

[Mickey] Uh,

may I suggest we adjourn for the evening and begin closing in the morning?

- We have 20 minutes left. - It's okay.

I'll only need ten.

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, that was quite a performance, wasn't it?

Mr. Haller pulled out all the stops.

I mean, a dog and pony show.

He could give the magicians in Las Vegas a run for their money.

[laughter]

But, just like a magician,

all the defense is trying to do is distract you.

That's all they've got.

Now, Mr. Haller wants you to believe that just because a man named Alex Grant

has a questionable family history, that makes him a killer.

Or that he had a vague business dispute with Mr. Bondurant,

and that was motive for murder.

Or maybe he doesn't actually care if you believe those things or not.

Maybe he's just happy if it diverts your attention from the facts

because the facts of this case are immutable.

The murder weapon was not Alex Grant's bloody hammer.

That belonged to the defendant, Lisa Trammell.

The gloves we found with Mitchell Bondurant's blood on them,

again Lisa Trammell's.

Unlike Alex Grant,

Lisa Trammell had the motive, the means, and the opportunity to commit murder.

Unlike Alex Grant,

Lisa Trammell repeatedly made damning, even threatening, statements

to and about the victim.

In fact, her conduct was so threatening

that it forced Mitchell Bondurant to take out a restraining order against her.

But, of course, a restraining order only works

if the person being restrained chooses to obey it.

Just like a magic trick only works

if the audience allows themselves to be fooled.

Don't let yourselves be fooled.

See through Mr. Haller's parlor tricks.

See through them...

[suspenseful music playing]

...to the truth.

[music fades]

[inhales shakily]

I'm sorry. I'm just finding it difficult to breathe at the moment.

Oh, Jesus. I can go to prison tomorrow, Mickey.

Hey, hey.

Lisa, I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen.

Okay?

[knocking at door]

[Lorna] Andale, Mickey. We have to work on your closing.

I'll be right out.

I have to go. It's gonna be a late night.

Right.

I can bring you some food.

I'm not sure that's the best idea.

Well, I mean, René can bring you something.

It's the least I can do, Mickey.

Maybe some of that pozole, then?

[knocking at door]

Come on.

[Lisa sighs]

Get home safe.

Come on, Lorna.

[tense music playing]

[Lorna] She killed us with that closing. Now we gotta hit back.

What do you think?

Start with the evidence and work your way to the emotion or the other way around?

- I think we should... - [René] Hello?

[gasps] Yes, dinner.

[Mickey, in Spanish] Come in. Thanks.

[René and Lorna speak Spanish]

[in English] Can I ask you something? What's this guy got to do with it?

- [Lorna] The building inspector? - Yeah.

I saw him at the courthouse, too, but isn't he with the Health Department?

Health Department? Walter Kim is a city building inspector.

No, no. That's the same guy.

He came by the restaurant to do a surprise check.

I remember 'cause it was the day before Lisa got arrested.

[hesitates] The day before?

When he was inspecting the restaurant, did he have access to Lisa's garage?

Yeah. The gas line runs through it.

Did you go in with him?

[René] No, I mean, it was the middle of a lunch rush.

[Mickey] Where are the files on The Terrazzo?

Here.

[pensive music playing]

It was Walter Kim. He's the one who signed off on the inspections.

That's who Alex Grant was paying the bribes to.

[scoffs]

When Bondurant sent the email threatening Grant,

he was threatening Kim too.

Kim's signature is on the paperwork, so he had no protection.

Which means he had everything to lose. His home. His family.

His American dream.

He knew about Lisa's anger at Bondurant too.

He's the one who took this picture.

He knew she'd be perfect to frame.

You think Walter Kim killed Mitchell Bondurant?

Maybe. Maybe he knows who did. Maybe Alex Grant put him up to it.

- There's only one way to find out. - I'm already on it.

["Catch Me Falling" playing]

[cell phone ringing]

- Anything? - [Cisco] Nothing good.

Walter Kim is MIA.

[Mickey] What do you mean, MIA? We need him.

Well, his wife reported him missing two days ago.

He never came home from work.

We've rested our case, Cisco.

If I can't produce Kim, there's no way to reopen it.

I'll find out what I can.

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♪ Where all that's temporary burns away ♪

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