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GLORIA: My husband hates you.

But you don't know Marcus.

He becomes very focused
on anything that annoys him.

Your excuses
may be infinite,

but this court's
patience is not.

I'm starting to think
you don't like me, Harry.

I am here to make sure
that you're held accountable.

He's a tax attorney!
He is a great guy!

What better way
to get back at your enemy

than to corrupt
his favorite prostitute?

Unless you haven't told him
about your previous life.

Are you crazy?

You're gonna
bring your teacher here
to your house to have sex?

I'm just telling you
that this isn't
gonna end well.

I can't do it!

I can't do it.
Do what?

Be him!

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Can I have the...
Thank you, sorry.

Whoop.

There you go.
MAN: Thank you.

WOMAN: Thank you very much.

Great hat, sir.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Is that your mega
yacht out there?

Who wants to know?
Russian.

What's the deal out
there in the
international waters

when you get
in the high seas?
Are you running stuff?

Listen, you can tell me.

I can't speak for the rest
of these seamen,
but I'm an attorney.

I'm on call.
Whatever
this man just said,

he does not represent
the views of anyone
but himself.

Any harm or injury
he may cause

is solely
the responsibility
of the individual.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You're almost
fitting in with
these pricks.

Trying to impress
your new friends?

None of these people
have any idea who I am.

No wonder
you're miserable.

I'm not miserable.

You didn't even look.

I told you, Kee,

I don't have any idea
how to make
my dad's firm my own.

It's like some
giant ship on
autopilot.

I don't know
how to turn it around.

Wield your power, Ben.

It's your firm.
Do whatever
the hell you want.

Fire somebody.

Bang an assistant,
preferably one
of the female ones.

Just do something,
all right?

Those are really
helpful suggestions, Kee.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
We like a little
personal space

here in the United States,
preferably 18 inches.

Maybe you could
step away from
the young lady.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Uh-huh.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
You bet ya.

Sorry about
all that groping.
You okay?

Wow.
I didn't even feel it.

No, it was
more of an eye-grope,

but next,
the hands start moving in...
Yeah.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

Okay, so the jury
was deadlocked,
and then what?

You want to talk
about this now?

Well, I kind of have
a thing for crime.
It's a bit of a fetish.

But if you're
not into it, I can...

No, no, no.
Uh-uh. I like crime...

A lot.

So you're
in the jury room,

and you're fighting
about how that girl...
What was her name?

It was something
like Ally or something.
Yeah.

About how she was
able to get rid
of K.J. Sling's body

after she killed him, right?
Yeah.

Oh...

So you had
this girl's life
in your hands, right?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Yeah.

And you had
your doubts,
didn't you?

Oh, yeah.

So tell me.

You tell me,
what made
you convict?

It was the jury foreman.

Oh... Tell me more.
Yeah.

Well, he...
He said he
had a cousin

who went out
on some dates
with the defendant.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

And he said that
she was some
crazy-ass bitch.

This recording
of one of the jurors

from the K.J. Sling
trial will prove

that they shared
improper information
during deliberations.

Now, I've said all along
that my daughter,
Ally Marks,

was wrongfully
convicted of this murder.

(ON TELEVISION)
But instead of using
this evidence to free her...

My god.

The D.A.'s office
is saying it's inadmissible

because
I obtained it illegally...

She is sensational.
Really?

Sensational's
the word?

You realize
this is the same
Lucy Marks?

She transformed herself
so she could go undercover

and save her
innocent child, Leanne.

You're not a parent...
You wouldn't understand
that sort of sacrifice.

She's not wearing
a Halloween costume.
She got plastic surgery.

Joan of Arc cut her hair.

Lucy Marks
did that and she
starved herself.

Oh, so now
she's Joan of Arc?
You're ridiculous.

Let's get rid of
these old photographs

and focus on
the new Lucy Marks

and keeping her
out of prison.

I will continue
to fight for
her release...

I think she's creepy.

Nah, I think
she's an inspiration.

'Cause she got
fake boobs?

Because she
got fake boobs
for justice, Leanne.

Enormous difference.

These trumped-up
charges against me

are evidence of
how our corrupt mayor

and his D.A. henchmen
are using the courts

to persecute
innocent citizens.

Well, Mr. Mayor,
throw me in jail,

but release my daughter.

Who the hell decided
to charge the mother?

Does this mean
that you're gonna
be canceling

our lunch date
as usual, Marcus?

MARCUS: Scarlet?

It was one
of our junior A.D.A.s.

He acted without
consulting anyone...

I finally stop
getting hate mail

for sending a poor
little white girl to jail

for a crime
she didn't commit,

and now I'm sending
her mother, too?

Who's next...
The family dog?

The jury
did find her guilty.

Oh, so those 12 people
should've gotten
all that hate mail?

That's a comfort.
Marcus, should I wait?

Now, somebody
better tell me

how in the hell
we fix this!

We could drop
the charges against her.

Oh, that's perfect...
Then it'll look like

I'm... I'm giving in
to public pressure.

No, your office needs
to make this case go away.

Who's defending
the mother?

Oh, dear god, no.

(SCOFFS)
Tell me it isn't him.

Tell me she didn't
hire that blinding,

inbred, all-encompassing
pain in my black ass.

Get the D.A. In my office
right now and cancel my lunch.

That would be me.
Good bye.

Run my approval numbers.
Where am I if she's convicted?

Where am I
if she's acquitted?

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

LEANNE: He did not.

He did?

Hang on, hang on.

Terence Hardy's
coming back tomorrow,

and one
of his pipes
is missing.

So get him a new one.

It was the one
that belonged...
How do you like this tie?

Why don't you ask Lucy?
She's in your office.

Yeah.

Go on.

Lucy Marks.
Hi, there.

Keegan Deane.
Absolute pleasure.
(DOOR CLOSES)

Let me say, I saw
your press conference,
and I was impressed.

Oh, no, I felt exactly
the same about yours.

And I loved
what you did with
Greta Van Susteren.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

I thought
she purposely cast me
in a negative light,

both intellectually
and with actual lighting.

No, you looked perfect.

Thank you.

I try to live a healthy
lifestyle when I can.

What about you?
Let's get back to you.
What can I do?

Well, I'm sure it seems
that having sex
with a juror

is a rather extreme way
to fight for justice.

There's nothing
I admire more
than extremity.

Your diet and exercise
regime alone must've
been grueling.

It was worth every
egg-white omelet
to try and free ally.

Well, we're gonna
get you cleared.

Oh, I don't want
to be cleared.

I'm guilty, Mr. Deane.

Well, that's not a problem.
I get guilty people
acquitted all the time.

No, I'm not really
sure you're following.

You see, when I found out
about the jury impropriety,

I had phone sex
with Patrick Murphy,

my daughter's juror,
so that I could tape him
saying it all over again.

I committed a crime
so that...

I could be convicted.

So you want me
to actually lose
this case?

I have spent nearly a year

trying to get
a proper appeal
for Ally.

I am done
playing by the rules,

and that is why
I hired you.

Mother and daughter
wrongly behind bars...

This'd be national news.

Exactly.

And public pressure
is gonna force the D.A.
to dismiss those charges.

So, Mr. Deane,
I'm asking you,

will you please help me
make a mockery
of the L.A. court system?

I like the way
your mind works.

I can hear the internet
buzzing already.

Is that what that is?

(CHUCKLES)

Will you throw my case?

I'd be honored.

Well, I feel very good
being in your
capable hands.

(MOANS)

Are you sure
this is ethical?

You mean losing
the case on purpose?

No, having sex
with your client.

Oh, I have no ethics.

(CROWS CAWING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(KEEGAN SIGHS)

For such
a principled woman,

you're remarkably
unprincipled.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Oh. Oh.

Well, you should know.

That's not mine.
Mmm-hmm.

No, really.
(LAUGHS)

Mrs. Wu downstairs...
She does my laundry.

I got to talk to her about
what she's throwing in
there with it.

(LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, God, dad!
Hey!

What the hell
are you doing here,
Finn?

Shouldn't you
be at school?

With your teacher?

Um, I'm go...
Yeah, okay.

What the hell
are you doing?

You can't
just show up here
and not call,

especially if you're
gonna have sex with your...

What's your name again?
Stacy.

Stacy, nice
to see you again.

This is not why
I gave you a key.

I gave you a key
so we could hang out.

Dude, you said that
this was my man cave too,

and you don't have
any video games.

What do you think
people do in man caves?

They clean up
after themselves.

That's one thing
that they're supposed to do.

Oh, God!
I knew you didn't end it.

Mom. Oh, my God,
you followed me?

Seriously, you know,
you're so messed up.

Hey, hey! Don't speak
to your mother like that!

She did not
follow you here!

You bet your ass
I followed him!

Because instead
of backing me up,

his father lets him
use his apartment

to have sex
with this old woman

and lie to me
about it.

Okay, she's not old,
all right?
She's mature.

Okay, you know what?
I should leave.

Don't touch him!
Do not touch one part
of his body

or I will call the police
and tell them that you
raped my child!

Which is legally
what you did!

Yes, you can run,
you skanky ho!

You run!

I will follow you!

I will find where you live,
and I will write "pedophile"
across your house!

Hey, I know you're upset.

But let's not blow
a schoolboy crush
out of proportion.

Hey, it's not a crush.
We really love each other.

No, Finn, you don't.

I warned you
about this, all right?

You got to keep
this thing
physical, okay?

Or else you're
gonna get hurt.

That was your advice.

Finn, we're going.

I'm not gonna go
anywhere with you

until you apologize
for following me here.

I'm not apologizing
because I'm not sorry!

And you are grounded
from everything

except therapy,
and that includes school.

Since when
has he been
going to therapy?

You can't lock me
back in your womb.

Do not walk down
those stairs without me.

Hey, I'll call you...
Call you later.

He'll be all right.

They all go through
a rebellious stage...
Even Ally.

And this is?
It's a friend of m...

Client.

Client friend.

It's a miracle your son
is only sleeping
with his teacher.

Hey!
BEN: Hey!

What's wrong?
Are the kids okay?

Kids are great, and we have
22 minutes until Concepcion

brings them home,

which means
the house is ours...

Alone.

Did you have me
leave work early
for a quickie?

(GLASSES CLINKING)

You have a problem
with that?

Not at all.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(TOY SQUEAKS)

Wait. Ow.
Oh, yeah.

You want me to go slower?
No, wait. Hold on.

Hold on, hold on.
What's wrong?

Oh, sheesh.

Can we just not do it
right here?
This is where the kids play.

Right. Yeah, sure.
It's kinda weird.

Uh, what about the floor?

Yeah, floor works.
Let's do it.
Okay.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Should we get that?
Nah. Nah, it's the mail.

Okay.
Ignore it.

Ow! Wait!

This is hurting my knee.
Yeah, mine, too.

Let's just lay down.
Okay.

Okay. Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

How's that?
That's better.
Yeah.

You okay?
Mmm-hmm.

Whoa! Hey!
Hey! Ho!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Don't stop on my account.

I was just gonna
get something to drink.

Why are you using
the floor?

You got a...
You got a couch
over there.

Hey!
Sorry.

Keep going.
It looks like fun.

Awkward.

You're the one who said
to leave work early
to bang my wife.

Well, it's
a great hypothetical,

but in actual execution,
it's a little, uh...

Where do we keep
the bottle opener now?

So your firm represents
K.J. Sling's record label?
Is that right?

K-boss records, yeah.
And the answer's no.

You don't want
to help Lucy Marks
free her innocent daughter?

Oh, no,
you're sleeping
with Lucy Marks.

Now, that's
just insulting, Ben.

I'm just asking you
to poke around

to see if someone
other than Ally

might have
had a reason
to kill K.J. Sling.

So you can
keep sleeping
with your client?

My brother, when has
this ever ended
well for you, Kee?

Ben, Lucy Marks
is a saint.

I'm not kidding.
Don't talk that way
about her.

Her only crime is her
dedication to her daughter.

And having sex with you.

Did you get his key back?
Um, I'm working on it.

What are you gonna do
if you get locked outside?
I'm your emergency contact.

You're not gonna
have anybody to
get you back in, right?

Yes!
Ho!

Oh! Whoa! Gosh.

Is Uncle Kee
having dinner
with us again?

Yes, 'cause
I'm an emergency contact,
which is what we do...

We hang out.
And when there's
an emergency, we're here.

Come on, guys.
Let's put your stuff away
and get cleaned up for dinner.

(CHILDREN TALKING
INDISTINCTLY)

What?
I didn't see anything.

Oh, no, I was smiling
about your case.

I think it's gonna be fun,
now that the Mayor

has asked to reassign
it to Laura Davey.

You met her, right?

Young, redhead,
just out of law school?

Yeah, she's really sweet.

I'm sure Judge Johnson
will help her along.

He has a way of educating
the youth about law and order.

Yeah, he is
every prosecutor's
wet dream.

But you don't have him.
You have
Alexandra Cunningham.

No.
Mmm-hmm.

She's the most
liberal judge
in the county.

Mmm.

Your office
is throwing the case.

Can you set the table?

That's appalling, Scarlet.

It is no more appalling
than you trying to
throw the case.

That's different.

I'm not paid by the city
to enforce the law.

Mmm, complain all you want.

I'm just telling you
as a friend.

The Mayor's never
gonna let her go to jail.

We're gonna lose.
You want to bet?

(LAUGHS) I don't
want to take money
you don't have.

Thousand bucks.
Whatever you want, name it.

I'm gonna lose this case.

Nobody's got better
loser moves than me.
(SCOFFS)

Well, then...
Let the best loser win.

(DOOR OPENS)

Laura Davey.
They call her
"the cardigan."

Why?
She's a huge sweater.

Good morning, everyone.

Oh, please, remain seated.

I consider standing
to be a remnant
of a patriarchal society

which has nothing
to do with the rights
we're here to protect.

All of us are equal
under the law,

so you may refer to me
as "Ms. Cunningham"
or "Alex."

This is bad for us,
isn't it?

Well, it's not ideal,

but the jurors
are the ones that
need to find you guilty.

KEEGAN: I'm gonna ask
y'all something.

Where would
any of us be
without our mothers?

Not here,
that's for sure.

And I'm not just
talking about
giving birth.

I mean that there
is nothing more powerful
than a mother's love.

Mother's will go
to extraordinary lengths
to protect their babies.

They will lie.
They'll cheat.

They will illegally record
phone conversations.

Why?

That's what
you want to know,
why?

Because they're women,

and women are not rational.

And it's not their fault.
It's nobody's...
It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.
It's a chemical thing
in your brain.

That's a fact.
It's like a little
land mine...

(VOCALIZING)
It's not functioning
properly.

And that process causes
the emotions to kick in
for you lady folk.

And the next thing
you know, you're yelling

and screaming
at somebody
for no reason at all.

And then you're crying,
and you're emoting.

You, you, you,
you, you, you, you.

(CHUCKLES)
And I'm not just talking about
when you're on your period.

Okay, that is enough,
Mr. Deane.
(GAVEL BANGS)

Chambers, now.

See what I mean?

Your misogynistic rantings
have alienated the jury.
It's unfair to your client.

I'm gonna have
to declare a mistrial.

No, that's not
necessary, your honor.

Alex. My client
completely approves
of my strategy,

supports where
I'm going with it.

Well, that is insane.

What kind of defense
are you trying to mount?

Well, I'd like to keep
the, uh, specifics
of that under wraps

while the prosecution is here,
if you women don't mind.

I'll confirm that is okay
with your client, Mr. Deane.

But mark my words,

while I allow certain
personal liberties,

if you turn
my courtroom
into a circus,

I will refer you
so fast to the state bar.

A referral
won't be necessary.
They know me quite well.

ROBERT: However,
it clearly stated there's
a 21-year ceiling

on this issue, so...

Excuse me, Robert?
Can I speak with you
for a minute?

Why don't we all look
at appendix number two?

And I'll be right back.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Ben, it's always
a treat to see you.

Is there a problem
with the air-conditioning
in your office again?

No. What's going
on in there?

Oh, no, there's nothing
for you to worry about.

We're just closing
the Hogan deal.
$2 million in revenue.

Jordan, nice work
on the sunrise
home contracts.

Listen, Robert,
I'd like to take a look
at the K-boss records files.

Sure, just let me know
what you need specifically.

I'll have an associate
look into it for you.

I'd prefer to look
into it myself.

Ben, you're probably not aware
of just how much business
be handle for K-boss.

H.R. agreements,
tax issues...
Artist contracts,

not to mention
their litigation.

Your father
would not want you
to waste your time

looking through
all that paperwork.

Well, my father's gone,
so have someone deliver
everything to my office.

And I'd like to see
the details
of the Hogan deal.

Thank you.

Hi, Gloria.
You didn't text me back.

Well, you sent me
a bunch of dancing
little pictures.

Emoticons.

They're fun?
Yeah, no, no, no.

They're...
No doubt about it,
they're fun.

I just didn't know
how to respond.

Listen, I've enjoyed
our friendship
but I'm actually...

I'm kind of newly involved
with somebody very special.

And I'm involved
with my husband.
It's perfect.

I'll text you later.

"Special"? That's sweet,
but we're not involved.

Oh, I wasn't
talking about you.

No, no, no, no.
I might have considered
you special in the past,

but that was before
you started dating a man

who uses his
government position
to steal money

from hardworking
folks like me.

You have not paid taxes
in years, Kee.

What, he sent you
over here to collect
money from me?

Typical of this guy.
Come on up.

Sit.
No, come on.

What? (SIGHS)

David asked how I knew you
after he saw us talking
the other night.

And because you're
in a deep and meaningful
relationship,

you told him the truth,

with all the lurid details.

I told him you
were friends with
my Cousin Angus.

Angus?
Seriously?

It's a lie, Keegan.

The more specific they are,
the more believable,

as I'm sure you know.

Well, I wouldn't
believe it,

but hopefully David's
a lot more trusting
than I am.

He is.

So can you please
just cover for me,

if it happens to
come up with him?

Maybe.
Please?

SCARLET: Let me catch up
with you guys in
a second, yeah?

Hey, nice try
the other day.
Yeah.

The feminist collective
is still talking
about your antics,

but we are going to lose.
Is that right?

I sent the "cardigan"
to happy hour
with Mike Sammon...

Last night.

You sent the cardigan
out with the fish?
Uh-huh.

How hammered
did he get her?

Gosh, I hope not at all.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I just asked him
to make her feel
like part of the team.

Hey, Benny.

You know your wife
compromised
the reputation

of a young woman
and possibly her ability

to bear children
all so she could
lose a case?

Get ready to pay up.
That's why I keep
her on my side.

BEN: Hey, listen, I think
I found something for you

in the K-boss records files.

CEO's secretary,
Brenda Nuzzi...

She got a pretty big
severance package

two days before
Sling's murder.

Hush money to cover up
for somebody at the company
that killed Sling, right?

I'm thinking
maybe her boss.

He passed away
a few months ago,

so she may not
need to stay hushed.

All right,
that's brilliant, Benny.

That's great.
Give me the information.
I'll get in touch with her.

I got it covered, pal.

No, no, no,
you've done enough.
I'll take it from here.

I got a way with people.
No, no, no, no, no.

I know your
way with people.
I got this.

Let me do it.
Just give me
the information.

And I'm the boss,
remember?

You're the boss.

Yes, I understood
that taping
my conversations

with Patrick Murphy
was indeed a violation
of the wiretap statute.

I'm sorry, Ms. Marks.

Could you please
back away from
the microphone?

The sound
is just overpowering.

(SLAMS PAPERS)
Objection.

What are you objecting to?

I don't want her to move
away from the microphone.

I want the jury
to be able to hear
my client's confession.

I'll assume you mean
"cross-examination,"
Mr. Deane.

Yes, Alex.
Thank you for that.

ALEX: Continue, counselor.

So, Ms. Marks,

you understood
when you taped
the conversation

between yourself
and... The juror

in your daughter's case
that you were committing
a felony?

(FEEDBACK CRACKLES)
Yes.

And I also understood
that I could receive

up to seven years
in prison for it.

I have no further questions.

All right, back up.

You were brilliant.

I mean, an inspiration.

(LAUGHS)
That level of
dedication and focus...

It was incredible!
It was your objection
that nailed it.

The jury,
they couldn't
even look at us

when we were walking
out of there.
No, I don't think so.

As much as I hate to
interrupt this mutual
admiration society,

you have another
legal matter to attend to.

I mean,
the way you said,
"seven years."

"Seven years!"
I'll do that.

Your honor,
it would be
a lot easier

if we could have
some honesty
from Mr. Deane

regarding his fraudulent
tax documentation.

That would be refreshing.

Honestly, your honor,
the pressure

of Mr. Potter's harassment

has put me
under extreme
emotional duress.

I have a note.
I have a doctor's note.
A doctor's note?

This isn't high-school
gym class, your honor.

Right here, right here.

My M.D. states the strain
of this I.R.S. witch hunt

could permanently
compromise
my mental health.

He goes on to say
that your honor should
suspend the proceedings

until a full psychological
evaluation can be performed.

Denied, Mr. Deane.

I've had to listen
to your stories
of floods and Bulgarians.

One more lame excuse,

and my mental health
will be permanently
compromised.

Your honor,
the government requests

a garnishment
of Mr. Deane's wages

at the highest rate
possible.
Granted.

Starting today, Mr. Deane,
your wages

will be garnished
at a rate of 70%.

Now get out of my courtroom.

(GAVEL BANGS)

(CHUCKLES)

What is it, Deane?

You come in here
to give me a swirly?

I'm sure you got
plenty of those in
high-school gym glass.

Well deserved.

Whoa, can I help you?
Nope.

How are things with
you and Mikhaela?

Well, that's none
of your business.

But they're, uh,
terrific, actually.

Don't act like
you got some
big secret, okay?

I know that
you know her cousin.

(SOFTLY)
Oh, yes...

Angus.

Angus.

Well...

You know the
whole thing's a lot more
complicated than that?

Well, everything
is complicated.

Yep.

Yep.
Yep.

Yep.
Yep.

Do you have something
you'd like to tell me
about my girlfriend?

(PANTING)

She doesn't love to walk,

but it's good for her
to get out and look
at the people.

As I said on
the phone, Ms. Nuzzi,

the H.R. files show you
got a large severance
package

before you left
K-boss records.

So I wanted to make sure
you understood
those tax implications.

Well, Mr. Bianchi
said he would
take care of all of that.

God rest his soul.

Well, I'm sorry
to hear he passed away.

Your contract said
you only worked
as his secretary

for a couple of years,
but you were
obviously close.

Oh, he was a good man.

Well, he really tried to be.

Then he's probably in
heaven looking
down on us right now...

I mean, as long
as he confessed his sins
before that fateful day.

If you're worried
he didn't confess

before the lord took him,

you could still
confess for him.

I can see this
is upsetting for you,
but Mr. Bianchi's gone.

All you can do
now is what feels
right for you.

I thought you wanted
to talk about taxes.

I have to go.

There you go, friend.

Wait! Wait!
He's not getting
out here!

Yeah, I am getting out.

What are you talking about?
Wait.

Is Finn here?
Did you take
his phone away?

I did. I'm monitoring
all of his communication.

No! He's getting back in.
Hey, go.

I know you're angry
with me, okay?

But I'm his father.
I need to communicate
with him.

Go!
You're not seeing Finn.
Don't go.

He's a teenage boy.
He'll do anything
to impress his father.

He slept with his teacher
so you would think
he was cool.

I told him not to fall
in love with her.

That's not how
your son operates.

Sex means
something to him,
so do words.

(MONEY RUSTLING)
So...

Take your narcissistic
borderline personality
disorder

and get back in the cab.

I won't let him
turn into you.

Take him anywhere
he wants to go.

Come on.
Maddy.

Give me the cash.
I'll walk.

STACY: All right,
you have a good day.

All right, Ms. Mullen.

Hi, there.

Mr. Deane.
We meet again.

That kid your next victim?

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

Last time I saw you,
you had come over

to my apartment
to have sex with my son.

Okay, you know,
we shouldn't talk about
this on school grounds, so...

Well, then you shouldn't
have affairs with
your students.

(CHUCKLES)
I'm... I'm confused.

Finn said that
you were okay with us.

Well, I understand
a teenage boy's
hormonal urges.

What I'm not okay with
is you luring him

into this whole
emotional thing.

People often develop
feelings for each other

when they're physically
intimate, Mr. Deane.

Is that right?

I could get very intimate
with you, Stacy,

and not feel
anything at all.

But Finn's different than me.
He has a heart.

And I'm not gonna let you
break it, okay?

Unless you want to spend
the next 15 years
waiting in line for tampons

at a California correctional
institute for women,

stay away from my son.

Hey!

You heading east,
on the 10?

Yeah? Hold on.

You should
have told me, Mikhaela.

Told you what?

I don't want to hear
things about you
from people like Deane.

You... You know
that he embellishes,
right?

I mean, you said
so yourself, right?

He flat out makes
things up in court.

Like the tax forms
were water damaged
or something, right?

He said you'd deny it.

No, I'm not
denying anything.

I'm just... I'm just saying
it's probably not the truth...

(GIGGLING NERVOUSLY)
What... Whatever it is.
I...

He told me...

About your affair
with Angus.

Angus.

That was complicated.

Baby...

If your cousin forced you
in any way,

you can tell me.

It wouldn't change a thing.
You were only a child.

Child?
Is that what Keegan said?

He said you were 16
and Angus was 35

when you ran off to Paris
and tore your family apart.

You could have shared
that with me.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

It's just so hard
to talk about.

Oh.

Now I get
why you're so guarded.

After what you've
been through, of course
you have trust issues.

What else did Keegan
say about what
I've been through?

He said you
were working
as a princess

at a European theme park
when Angus left you...

And then the train.

Right, yeah, the train.

And that whole
Poland thing...

With the old man...
In the basement.

(SIGHS)

How do you...

How do you
do that thing?

What?
That thing at the end?

No, at the middle.
Yes, everything.

Oh...
(SPEAKS IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

I studied in Thailand.

Yeah...

There's a lot
I could learn from...
(HANDCUFFS RATTLE)

From you.

I mean, not...
Not just the Thai stuff,

but the parenting thing...
How do you do that?

I just do whatever
it takes to make it
right for my kid.

Yeah.

BEN: Kee, you home?

Oh, hey.
You are.

Oh... That's cool.
I'll just wait outside.

Who doesn't have a key
to your apartment?

Oh, God.
Here, stay here.

What the hell
are you doing out here?

Ally Marks is guilty.

The secretary
didn't want to talk,

so I waited
outside her church
for two hours.

It took a few Hail Mary's,
but she finally cracked

and told me Ally
was sleeping

with K-boss's CEO,
Matt Bianchi, while
she was dating Sling.

The girl likes
a little variety,
Ben, okay?

It doesn't make
her a murderer.

Ally was worried
that Sling was
gonna kill them,

so she killed him first.

She called Bianchi
to help move the body.

The secretary
overheard it all.

I have her statement
and Ally's phone records.

Okay, okay,
we got the statement here

from the hush-money-taking,
eavesdropping secretary.

She took the severance
because she thought

Bianchi was a good guy
before he got
involved with Ally.

Her catholic guilt's
been eating her up
inside ever since.

And this religious
fervor of hers,
this hallelujah moment hits

right when Lucy Marks
is about to go to trial?

I'm not buying it.
Kee, stop.

The daughter's guilty, and
your client probably knows it.

Don't let your feelings
for her...

You don't know her.
I don't, but I know you.

And I don't want
to see you getting hurt
or doing anything stupid.

I mean more stupid
than usual!

Everything okay?

This is it.

MAN: Raise your right hand...

Pink's gonna look perfect
when they send me behind bars,
don't you think?

I do.

So you had...

Sexual relations
with my client,

both in person
and on the phone,
right, Mr. Murphy?

Yeah.

But, uh, when I found out
why she got me to do it
with her, I felt violated.

Violated?

That's a powerful word.

It was
a very upsetting
experience.

But this upsetting
experience

was then sold by you
to an online publication...

I think a tabloid...
For, what, $10,000?

(STAMMERING)
Uh, work's been slow.

And all I did
was tell 'em the truth.

Did you tell 'em that you
also had dinner with
Ms. Marks and that she paid?

It was a little
Thai place on sunset.

It was good,
but... But it's not
like it was expensive.

I didn't even
order that much.

But you enjoyed it,
the same way
you enjoyed her bed.

You enjoyed it, correct?

What is he doing?

Oh, I never have any idea.

Did you enjoy it, sir?

Should the jury
take your quiet

and your general discomfort
here as a "yes" or a "no,"

in terms of whether
or not you enjoyed it?

Did you enjoy it, sir?

I guess it was
just part of her plan
to manipulate me.

So, just to recap,
her plan to manipulate him

got him $10,000,
dinner for two,
and a fabulous night of sex.

Where do the rest of us
sign up for that
kind of manipulation?

(ALL LAUGHING)
Objection!

I'd like to get me
some of that, right?

Maybe you're the one
who manipulated her!
Objection!

Did you manipulate her?
Okay!
Okay, that's it!

Did you manipulate
my client?
I said, "That's it!"

This is different
than court TV.

I know
I Keep the rules loose,

but a defendant
isn't allowed to object,

especially
to her own attorney.

So let's all take a break.

Yes, let's.

Thanks.

What the hell was that?

You made it look like
he was manipulating me.

Is that what I did?

You're gonna
go back in there,

and you're going
to force him to say

that I illegally
taped him.

That's not
gonna happen, Lucy.
Oh, yes, it is,

because I hired you to lose,

and you are not
going to screw this
up for me and Ally.

Actually,
Ally already
screwed it up

when she killed K.J. Sling,
but I think
you already knew that.

What are you implying?
I'm not implying anything.

This is just
a statement of fact.

Your daughter called you
every single day,

including the day
that Sling was killed.

I've seen the phone records.

She called you
right before she
called Matt Bianchi.

And from my brief
dalliance with
your deviant mind,

I'm guessing...

That the idea
of moving
the body was yours.

Oh, you better
shut your mouth,
Mister.

Listen, I admire it...

The hair...

The breasts,
everything, clothes.

It was quite a makeover.

In fact, you even
found the perfect juror
to manipulate.

You thought you'd
found the perfect
attorney too, right?

I am doing
this for my daughter.

I know,
but not because
she's innocent.

You're doing this
because you don't
want your little girl

to have to pay the price,

and that is some seriously
over-involved parenting,

don't you think?

Go ahead.
Cross me.

You'll see exactly
what I'm made of.

I already know.

You raised a murderer.

You walk out on me,

and I'm gonna
make your life
such a living hell.

You'll have to
get in line for that.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I told you
not to do your client.

I'm an idiot.

You looking
for a second on that?

Sure.
I second.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

I was really falling
for her, Ben.

I know.

I never do that.
You do it a lot, Kee.

Always with
the guilty ones.

I must like
the element
of danger.

At least you figured
this one out

before you
got hurt too deep.

I got you to
thank for that.
Nah.

Nah, you were good.
Thanks.

You were good!

We ought to team up
more often.
Absolutely.

Come work at the firm.

(LAUGHS)
I've seriously
been thinking about it.

Well, stop
thinking about it.

I'm gonna go punch the clock
at some tight-ass law firm?

I'd be dead in a week,
and you know it.
Fine.

I'm gonna
go bang my wife.

Really? Hey, you're...

You're leaving me for her?

No one let this guy
fall in love.

NEWS ANCHOR:
Press conference,
joining them in progress.

I want to thank you all
so much for coming.

And I really hope
that my next press
conference

is me announcing
that my daughter,
Ally Marks,

has been released
from prison.

Hey, turn that up a little.

Judge Cunningham
has judiciously
declared a mistrial,

due to my former attorney
Keegan Deane's malpractice.

When I was
at my most vulnerable...

He manipulated me
for his own sexual pleasure.

KEEGAN: (ON RECORDING)
I have no ethics...

Or ethical issues.

It's not like
I'm forcing you.

There was more
to that conversation

I got a ball gag
around here somewhere.

You'd go crazy
over that, right?

That's out of context.

You know
what bad girls
get, don't you?

Lucy, you know what...
That's out of context.

My new attorney
and I both agree
that I have no choice

but to bring this
to the ethics committee
at the state bar.

Now, I'm quite certain
I am not the first person

that Mr. Deane
has taken advantage of,

but I will do everything
in my power to
make sure that...

Marcus, have you
seen my phone?

Who's ass is cute?

(SIGHS)
That's my personal property.

"My husband thinks
you're a pain in the ass.

"I think your ass
is pretty cute."

You're the one that sneaks out
to the office every night.

I saw the hickey,
Marcus.

I know you've
been having an affair.

Who's ass is cute?

Keegan Deane.

It was just a kiss.

But I needed it.

If it was anyone else,
I could understand.

But Keegan Deane, Gloria?

Keegan Deane!
You don't even care
about the kiss.

It's all about
your ego, as usual.

Do you even want
this marriage, Marcus?

I'm sorry, baby.
You're right.

(SIGHS)

It's my fault
you feel neglected.

But that man
preys on vulnerable
women.

He did the same thing
to one of his clients.

She just gave
a press conference
about it.

He used her for sex.

I promise you...

I'll never let him
hurt you again.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

Hey, Finny.
Stacy dumped me.

Congratulations, dad.
Mission accomplished.

I know that it was you
who talked to her.

What? No.
H... Hold on.

Screw you, dad.
Man, were you right
about this not ending well.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Oh, God. Okay.