All language subtitles for The.Lincoln.Lawyer.S03E07.540p.x265.AAC.[9jaRocks.Com].eng-

Deborah Glass. I did not call her.

Wrap this case up.
We never had this conversation.

Most of that stuff doesn't come up
in criminal defense work.

It comes up on the bar exam,

which I have to pass
in order to do criminal defense work.

-Check your email yet?
-[laughs wildly]

You knew I was gonna pass!

A toast to Lorna.

Sam, I'm just here to remind you
of your outstanding debt.

I'm working on it.

-What if we wipe the bill clean?
-What do I have to do?

-For you.
-What's this?

-You've been served.
-Val, you're running service now too?

Hector Moya versus Arthur Rollins.
What's this got to do with me?

I'm on trial for my life.

It's not just a theory.
There really is a conspiracy.

Who is Peter Sterghos?

That's the name I came up with

when trying to connect Neil Bishop
to Agent De Marco.

So you're saying De Marco put Gloria up
to ratting out Hector Moya?

More than that.
He gave her a gun to plant in Moya's room.

-Who the fuck are you?
-Agent James De Marco, DEA.

This is a war. And you have to choose
which side you're on.

-We can help each other.
-What do you propose?

From now on, Sly, you and I
are gonna be Hector Moya's cocounsel.

-Mr. Haller?
-[loud crash]

Eddie?

Everyone around you dies! I hate you.
I never wanna speak to you again!

-[Lorna] Courtesy of Hector Moya.
-It's bulletproof?

And armored. Yeah, he comes with the car.
Moya wants you protected at all times.

You need a driver.
I don't trust anybody else to do it.

It's too dangerous.

I know. That's what the tank
and soldier are for.

-Out of the car!
-Why are you arresting him?

-He's on the deportation list.
-This is De Marco, isn't it?

Back up unless you wanna be next.

I'll find the motherfucker who did this.
I'll find him, and I'm gonna bury him.

[funky music playing]

You okay, Izzy?

Yeah.

Just

staying vigilant.

Okay. I completely understand
if you're not comfortable driving me.

I'm not exactly
a good luck charm these days.

[Izzy scoffs]

But look. On the bright side,
between this car and our… new bodyguards,

what can go wrong, right?

[motorbike engines rev]

[phone pings]

[music continues]

[music ends]

Izzy?

So, I'm in Hayley's page,
but I can't see the photos anymore.

It says she has no posts.

I think you might've been blocked.

No, no. I liked her photo,
like, five seconds ago. I…

It sounds like
you reminded her to block you.

Block me? Come on. What?

Sheesh.
When is she gonna stop punishing me?

In her defense,
most teenagers don't exactly love it

when their dads
follow them on social media,

even when they are talking to 'em.

This case has completely
screwed up my life.

That's why today has to go
as smoothly as possible.

Why? What happens today?

Well, I need to get this DEA agent
on the stand. De Marco.

But the judge won't let me unless
I can show that he's relevant to the case.

That's what the other witnesses are for.
It's like a daisy chain.

Each witness gives us the foundation
to get to the next one.

Val will get us Sly Jr.

Sly Jr. will get us Trina.
Hopefully, that can get us to De Marco.

[phone rings]

Aw shit. Lorna.
I'm sorry. Before you start--

Do I need to change my name in your phone
to Andrea to get you to text me back?

[Mickey] Yeah, sorry.
I-I got distracted. What's up?

I missed a call from Judge Turner.
We're starting an hour later today.

Oh, yeah. They called me too.

[Lorna] Well, hello!

A heads-up would've been nice.
I thought I was gonna be late.

Today is my first day as an actual lawyer,
and I needed the time to prep.

Well, I needed to pick out
the right suit… and heels, which I did.

I'm two blocks away. How far are you?

[Mickey] I'm making a stop first,
but that doesn't matter.

I actually need you
on something else first.

One of our clients got arrested,
and his arraignment is today.

They've got him in lockup
at the courthouse.

How are you gonna manage that?

I'm not. You are. Felicidades.
You just got your first case.

-Wait, what? Who's the client?
-Uh…

Well, the client is, uh… Daniel Varela.

[Lorna hesitates]

Daniel Varela? I don't know that name.
He's one of our clients?

-Right. Lor-- Sorry, Lorna.
-Mickey!

You're breaking up.
We're going into a tunnel.

-Mick!
-All right, bye.

-[line beeps]
-You don't think I know what you just did?

[grunts excitedly]

[upbeat music playing]

-[buzzer sounds]
-[lock clicks]

[music continues]

[music fades]

Sam fucking Scales?

[theme music playing]

Okay. What'd you do this time, Sam?

Or, excuse me. Señor Varela.

What? I'm one-tenth Spanish.

You need a lot of different identities
in my line of work.

There's too many crazies out there.

And I didn't do anything
other than stimulate our local economy.

-You're welcome.
-Sam.

Okay, fine.
First off, this isn't my full-time job.

This is just a side thing
I was doing for charity.

I have a much bigger
money-making project going on.

No. I don't wanna know
anything about that.

You owe us enough money as it is.
Please. Just one crime at a time.

Wait. What are you talking about?

I thought we were all squared up
after that gallery job.

That was for one bill.

Oh, that's bullshit!
Whatever happened to the code of ethics?

I don't know, Sam! Why don't you ask…

Let me think.

…Benny Bates.

Or Francois DuPont.

Or… I love this one.

…Gunther Schmidt?

[groans quietly]

-Just tell me why you're here.
-[Sam sighs]

Well, as you know,

labor is having a moment right now.

There's strikes happening all over LA.

People are in dire straits.

So I started collecting money
to buy grocery cards for striking workers.

I figured it'd be a way to,
you know, give back.

Uh-huh. And?

And nothing. It was going great.

I donated $100,000 in gift cards.
Look where that landed me.

You donated $100,000?

Sam, how much did you raise?

[tuts] Oh…

Maybe… three?

$300,000?
Which means you kept 200 for yourself?

Everybody takes a little off the top.
Administrative fees. Overhead.

What overhead? It's you and a laptop.
You know what? You should be in jail, Sam.

[Sam] All right. Look.

Please. You have to get me out of here.
I've already been in here two whole days.

Por favor.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Legal, you picked the worst time
to get kicked out.

I'm in the middle of trial.
What did you even do?

Nothing. This is all being blown
out of proportion.

Mr. Siegel refused to go
to his rehab appointments.

-What? Come on, Legal.
-[nurse] Kept arguing with the staff.

And we found dozens
of takeout sandwich wrappers in his room.

Sandwiches? Who gave him sandwiches?

Look. Can you give him a warning
or something? It's not a good time.

He also threw a plate of cheesecake
at the physical therapist's face.

I plead the Fifth.

[Mickey] All right.

Look, Legal, uh,
Izzy's gonna take you to the house

after she drops me off at the courthouse.

You can stay there
until you find a new place.

Cheesecake, really?

If you can call it that.

Whoa! New car!

-Fancy.
-[Mickey mutters]

[Legal] What's with the Hells Angels?

Ah, I'll explain later.

-Come on.
-[biker] Let's do it.

[motorbike engines start]

[keyboard clicks repeatedly]

Y'all got any raspberry seltzer?

[Lorna sighs]

Everything okay?

I don't know.

Wire fraud. Theft under false pretenses.

Sam is looking at three years in prison.

Well, sounds like an occupational hazard
for a con man.

And they are rotating out
the arraignment judge downtown.

Judge Connor is filling in.
The do-gooder of all do-gooders.

Listen, she is the board member
of the Children's Hospital,

cochair of the Los Angeles Friends
of the Elderly,

advocacy volunteer for the ASPCA.

Wow, that sounds like a hit list
of Sam's favorite targets.

I'll be lucky if I get him out on bail.

Well, babe,
you're the smartest person I know.

And if anyone can figure it out,

you already have.

It took me so long… to become a lawyer.

And now that I am one,
I have to make up for lost time.

If I crash and burn
before my career even starts,

how are we ever gonna afford
to get out of our apartment?

The neighbor's pot smoke
is seeping in through the vents,

and I think Winston's getting high.

[Winston snores]

[Lorna sighs]

Babe.

Babe.

Babe, this is your first case.

So cut my wife some slack, all right?

[gentle music playing]

[Winston snores]

How long did you say he's been asleep?

[elevator bell dings]

[buoyant music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[music fades]

[hushed chatter]

You okay?

Hmm? Have you been eating?

All the prison five-star cuisine
that I can handle.

You gotta eat something, Julian.

You need your strength, all right?

I'll have my tailor
take in some of your suits, okay?

[chuckles]

Thanks, Mickey.

Good luck today.

Well, you're up, Haller.

Going with the conspiracy angle, huh?

I hope you know what you're doing.

Thank you, everyone, for your flexibility
and timeliness this morning.

We're hoping all of the elevators
will be back up and running next week.

All right, then. Let's begin. Mr. Haller,
you may call your first witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.
The defense calls Frank Valenzuela.

Mr. Valenzuela, can you tell the jury
what you do for a living?

Well, for one,
I'm a state-licensed bail bondsman.

I also have
my private investigator license,

which I use for process serving.

Process serving.
Can you explain to the jury what that is?

You know, when people get sued and stuff,

and the lawyer has to put out a subpoena
if they need somebody to testify,

I serve the subpoena on people.

And did you ever serve a subpoena
on the victim, Gloria Dayton?

-Yes, I did.
-[Mickey] And when was that?

This was on Monday, August 3rd,
at 6:06 p.m.

at the front of her apartment building.

You're very precise
about the time and place.

How can you be so sure?

Well, that's because I always
take a picture with a timestamp

to prove they were served.

So you took a picture of Miss Dayton
after you served her with a subpoena?

That's right.

[Mickey] Defense Exhibit A, Your Honor.

Uh, Your Honor,
the People are happy to stipulate

that Mr. Valenzuela
served a subpoena on Gloria Dayton.

No need for this photo.

[Mickey] While I appreciate the offer,

we believe it's important that the jury
get the full picture, Your Honor.

Unless the prosecution has an issue
with us introducing a photo of the victim.

You may present the photo
to the jury, Mr. Haller.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So, Mr. Valenzuela,
is this the photo you took of Miss Dayton

after you served her?

-Yes, it is.
-Who hired you to serve this subpoena?

And for what case?

I was working for
Attorney Sylvester Funaro Jr.

on a habeas petition. Moya versus Rollins.

A habeas petition.

That's when someone is claiming
their imprisonment is unlawful, correct?

Yeah, Rollins is the warden
up in Victorville Federal Prison.

I see. And did you have an understanding
of the basis for this habeas petition?

Yes. Hector Moya's the guy serving
a life sentence for a felony--

Objection, Your Honor.
May we approach the bench?

[tense music playing]

State your objection, Mr. Forsythe.

Relevance, for starters.
Judge, where is this going?

Mr. Haller's trying to hijack this case

and take us into
a completely unrelated one.

Your Honor, the details of the subpoena
served on Miss Dayton

are incredibly relevant to this trial.

We believe
that's what motivated her murder.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

It's the foundation of our entire defense.

I can introduce a certified copy of
the habeas petition if you like.

That won't be necessary.

I am going to overrule the objection,
but I need you to stay on point.

Of course, Your Honor.

Please continue, Mr. Valenzuela.

You were testifying
about this habeas case?

Yeah, Hector Moya.

He's a cartel guy
trying to get out of jail in Victorville.

In the petition, he claims the DEA
had a gun planted on him,

and the gun charges
are what put him away for life.

And Miss Dayton
had information about this?

The lawyer thought she did. Mr. Funaro.

That's why he had me
serve the subpoena on her.

I see. And how did Miss Dayton react
when she saw the subpoena?

[Val] How did she react?

Yeah. Was she annoyed? Angry?

Angry? No. [scoffs]

Most people get angry,

but felt to me
like… she was scared of something.

Objection. Speculation.

[Mickey] I withdraw the question.

Now, Mr. Valenzuela, what did you do
after you served Miss Dayton?

I told Mr. Funaro I was done.

Then I didn't hear about her again
until maybe a week or so later

when I heard that Mr. La Cosse
was arrested for her murder.

[Mickey] How did you react to that news?

I mean, I guess I was relieved, you know?

[Mickey] Relieved? Why?

It meant we had nothing to do with it.
Like nothing to do with the Moya case.

Hmm. Why would you be worried about that?

Well, you know.

I serve a subpoena on somebody
for some cartel boss,

and she ends up dead.

-You don't have to be--
-Objection! Your Honor!

[judge] I'll stop the witness.

We're getting into an area
beyond Mr. Valenzuela's expertise.

No further questions, Your Honor.

[tense music continues]

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

[indistinct background chatter]

-[Andrea] Thank you.
-Uh-huh.

[Vanessa sighs]

Something's been driving me crazy
about the Scott Glass case.

How anyone could represent him?

Sure.

I know this might sound shitty.
I don't mean to victim blame--

I don't like the start of this.

It's just, why would Deborah Glass
go on her usual hike

on the day her lunatic ex
was gonna be released?

Why would she go anywhere
Scott could find her?

-That is victim blaming.
-[Vanessa] Maybe.

But if it were me, I would've gotten
the first ticket out of town.

Why didn't she do that
the moment you called her?

Vanessa, I don't--

I know. I'm sorry. I sound terrible.

I'm trying to think through
the angles of what the defense might say.

The good news is it doesn't matter.

Scott Glass killed her.
We have witnesses and DNA evidence.

If all they have is victim blaming
and speculation, we'll be fine.

Right. You're right.

[tense music playing]

[Vanessa sighs]

[Vanessa] Was there something else?

[music fades]

[breathlessly] Izzy! Oh my gosh!

Thank you for getting here so fast.

I already missed the first witness.
Sly Jr. is about to get on the stand.

-No problem. What's up?
-I just need you to sit in court.

When Sam's about to be called, text me.

I got you.

Thank you.

Wait. I thought inmates are usually
brought up in custody elevators.

Yeah, but the only one
that can fit a wheelchair is down too.

They say they're upgrading 'em.
Believe it when I see it.

This place is like
the first circle of hell.

-You have no idea.
-[Lorna] Sam. Okay.

I'll be in another courtroom
until your case is called.

Izzy is gonna keep me in the loop.

So while you're waiting,
just do a crossword puzzle.

Wait. Another c-- Wait.
Where are you-- Where is she going?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lorna groans]

[sighs]

The things I do for my career.
The things I do for my career.

[suspenseful music continues]

[sighs]

[exhales heavily]

-[music fades]
-[Lorna sighs]

[Mickey] The defense calls Sly Funaro Jr.

Mr. Funaro, can you please tell the court

what led you to putting out a subpoena
for Gloria Dayton?

Uh, certainly.

It started when
Mr. Hector Moya came to me for help.

Help with a habeas petition?

Uh, yes.

Uh, Mr. Moya is in federal prison.

He was convicted on drug charges,

and there was a gun enhancement
that gave him a life sentence.

He told me that
the gun the police found wasn't his.

Objection. Hearsay.

Sustained.

All right. Let's try again, Mr. Funaro.

The habeas petition you filed

was based on your belief that
Mr. Moya was innocent of the gun charge.

Is that correct?

Uh…

Yes.

Our investigation
uncovered a strong possibility

that the gun had, in fact,
been planted in his room

before the police arrived.

[door opens]

Uh, planted by whom?

Uh, well, we looked into that,
and we discovered there were two women

who had been in Mr. Moya's room
multiple times during his stay.

A pair of escorts who went by the names
Glory Days and Trina Trixxx.

With… three X's.

[Sly Jr. chuckles]

She was easier to find online,
so I contacted her, arranged the meeting.

[Mickey] What did you learn
from this meeting?

[Sly Jr.] Well, first that
her real last name was Rafferty.

Also, that she knew Mr. Moya,

uh, but she denied ever planting a gun.

Objection. Hearsay again!

[judge] Sustained.

The jury will disregard that last answer.

What else did you learn
from your meeting with Trina Rafferty?

I asked her about the other escort,
Glory Days. Gloria Dayton.

And?

She said that Gloria admitted to her
that she planted the gun--

Objection! Hearsay!

-On the orders of Agent James De Marco.
-I have tried to be patient.

But we are literally on triple hearsay
at this point.

Sustained. Mr. Haller?

May we approach, Your Honor?

Judge, I agree with Mr. Forsythe.
This is hearsay.

Which is why we need to hear directly
from the horse's mouth,

Agent James De Marco.

This is exactly why we have him
on our amended witness list.

I know I said I would give you the weekend
to go through the witness list,

but is there any way
you could address Agent De Marco today?

Oh, happily, Your Honor.

The People strenuously object

to the inclusion
of Agent De Marco as a witness.

Mr. Haller has yet to prove
any relevance sufficient to admit him.

-I am inclined to agree with Mr. Forsythe.
-[phone buzzes]

[Mickey] Your Honor, our next witness
will corroborate Mr. Funaro's testimony

and solidify the relevance.
We just ask for the court's patience.

Which is running very thin, Mr. Haller.

Look, let's finish up with this witness

and give him some questions
he can actually answer.

And we will deal with the next one
when the time comes.

Of course, Your Honor.

[elevator bell dings]

Wait! Wait! Hold it! Thank you!

Wait. What the…?

[suspenseful music playing]

Son of a…

[panting heavily]

It's just four flights.

In four-inch heels.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

[breathes deeply]

[music fades]

[hushed background chatter]

Very well.
Prelim will be on the 17th of next month.

Anything else, Ms. Acosta?

Half of those files are mine, Your Honor.

I'm all for getting through the day
as quickly as possible.

Amen to that.

Here! Here! Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.

I'm ready, Your Honor!

[judge] Glad we're all present
and accounted for, Miss…

Lorna Crane. For the defendant.

Yes. Well, thank you, Ms. Crane.

But I am sorry to say
we need to take a 30-minute recess.

I have a conference call
with the regional food bank

about our upcoming fundraiser.

So I will see counsel back here in 30.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[Lorna exhales slowly]

Oops. False alarm.

Did you just run down
four flights of stairs?

[quietly] Yes. There's only one working…

[suspenseful music resumes]

[gasps]

[Sam mouths silently]

[music continues]

Are you glitching?

No.

Just… wait right here.

Okay.

So, Mr. Funaro, enlighten us.
How long have you been practicing law?

It'll be two years next month.

Oh wow! Two whole years.

Have you ever been involved
in a trial before?

You mean, like, in court?

[Forsythe] Yeah, like in court.

-None so far.
-Hmm.

But many lawyers say the object is
to stay out of the courtroom.

Yep. From where I stand,
that is not bad advice, Mr. Funaro.

So two years out of law school,
never set foot in a courtroom,

yet somehow you end up
filing a habeas petition

on behalf of
a major international drug dealer.

How does that happen?

Uh, you… just go to the court's website
and download the--

Oh, no. I mean, how did you
end up landing Mr. Moya as a client?

Oh. Uh…

He was a referral.

From?

My father.

[Forsythe] Oh, your father.
Sylvester Funaro Sr.

A disbarred lawyer who is serving time
in federal prison for tax evasion?

Yes.

In fact, it was in prison that
your father met Mr. Moya. Is that right?

Yes.

Do you feel
adequately prepared by your father

to take on a complicated habeas case
for a convicted cartel member?

Uh…

Yes.

Or do you think maybe your father,
a person incarcerated for tax evasion,

someone who has exploited the state
for his own security and benefit,

do you think maybe it might occur to him

to exploit a fellow convict
for his own security and benefit also?

Objection. Speculation and argumentative.

Sustained. Mr. Forsythe.

My apologies, Your Honor.

Should we be worried?

[Forsythe] Just one more question,
Mr. Funaro.

This, um, story of yours
about the planted gun,

which I'm sure you came up with
on your own,

have you ever been able
to verify any of it?

Well, I mean, uh…

Just "yeses" and "nos," Mr. Funaro.
That's how it works in court.

No.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

[elevator bell dings]

[crunching]

-[tuts]
-[loud snap]

Oh no! My heel!

[alarm ringing]

-[all groan]
-[Lorna] Oh!

[quirky music playing]

[alarm continues ringing]

It had to be done.

[music ends]

[judge] Thank you, everybody,
for your patience.

We are back on case number 72789.

People versus Samuel Scales,
aka Daniel Varela,

aka Vincenzo D'Aramo.
I think we all get the picture.

Parties have already
stated their appearances before the break.

So, Ms. Crane, is your client ready?

My apologies, Your Honor.

My client went back to his holding cell
during the recess,

but I just got a call from the deputy.

It seems the client is stuck down there.

He's in a wheelchair.

There are currently no working elevators
in the building that can accommodate him.

I'm sorry to hear that, but…

I guess we could take this arraignment
down to the basement to accommodate him?

Yes. Oh, of course.
And thank you, Your Honor.

Although, that would entail
going down ten flights of stairs.

Eleven, if you count the basement.
And back up again.

And I just… I wouldn't wanna put
your whole day's schedule into free fall.

We could always reschedule it
for tomorrow if the court allows it.

Well, normally, yes.

But my client
was actually arrested two days ago.

And by law,
unless a defendant waives time,

he's entitled to be arraigned
within 48 hours. So… [groans]

-[Acosta sighs]
-Aren't we in a pickle?

Your Honor, in addition to all your
incredible work for the community,

I also happen to notice
that you are the chairperson

for the Superior Court's Committee
on ADA Compliance.

So you, of all people, know
what a grave injustice it would be

if a defendant were forced
to waive his constitutional rights

based on a disability beyond his control.

Ms. Acosta, perhaps it is possible
that you and Miss Crane

can come to an agreement on this matter

so as to salvage our chances
of getting through our day together?

Uh…

Absolutely, Your Honor.

[Trina] Rafferty.

R-A-F-F-E-R-T-Y.

Thank you for being here today,
Miss Rafferty.

Didn't think I had a choice.

[jurors chuckle]

Can you tell us how you knew the victim
in this case, Gloria Dayton?

[Trina] Sure. We were escorts together.

I worked with Gloria on and off
for ten years.

We used the same answering service
until she started work with Julian there.

And did you have any contact
with the law enforcement community

during the time
you and Miss Dayton worked together?

You mean, did I ever get busted?

[scoffs] Yeah, sure. A few times.

[jurors chuckle]

Were you busted by anyone from
the Drug Enforcement Administration,

the DEA?

Nope. Just LAPD and sheriffs.

[tense music playing]

[Mickey] Okay.
Let… let me be more specific.

Were you ever detained
by a DEA agent named James De Marco?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure. I said "no," didn't I?

So you're saying
you don't know Agent James De Marco?

That's right. I don't know him.

But Miss Rafferty, didn't you tell me
prior to your testimony today

that Gloria Dayton
was a confidential informant

who worked for Agent James De Marco
in the DEA?

I told you a lot of things
'cause you were paying my rent.

-I was what? I'm sorry. Your Honor…
-I told you whatever you wanted.

I don't know any Agent De Marco, okay?

I just told you that so you'd get my loft
and pay for my groceries.

What are you talking about?
May we approach?

Counselors, approach the bench.

[Mickey sighs] Your Honor.

Mr. Haller, I assume this is not going
the way you were hoping.

That's the understatement of the year.

You told the court your next witness
would establish a connection to De Marco.

Unfortunately for you,
she is doing just the opposite.

Your Honor, it's obvious
that this witness has been tampered with.

Not to mention her accusation
of suborning perjury.

This is ridiculous, Your Honor.

I can assure the court I have never paid
this witness a dime for her testimony,

or any witness for that matter.

Nonetheless, her testimony doesn't support
Agent De Marco's inclusion as a witness.

-Your Honor, I'm just saying--
-No, no.

I am not allowing Agent De Marco
to testify at this time, Mr. Haller.

That is my ruling.

Given that,

do you wish to still proceed?

-Just a few more questions, Your Honor.
-Very well.

You still wanna dig this hole deeper, huh?

[music intensifies]

Miss Rafferty, this loft apartment
you said I got for you,

how long have you lived there?

Uh, since last December.

And when did you first meet me?

I don't know. Um…

-Like, in the spring, maybe? April?
-April?

So how did I get this apartment for you

if you were already living there
when I met you?

Well, not… not you personally.

Like, um, the other lawyer.
You know, the one you're working with.

-You mean Sylvester Funaro Jr.?
-Yeah. He rented the place for me.

Okay. And what did Mr. Funaro want you
to do in return for this?

The same thing you wanted.
We'd lie about Agent De Marco.

Just a few seconds ago, you said
you've never heard of Agent De Marco.

I never said I never heard of him.
I said I never met him.

There's a difference, you know?

Okay. Miss Rafferty,
have you received a phone call

or a visit in the last few days
from a law enforcement officer,

someone who was interested
in your testimony today?

I'm just telling the truth.

That's all.

[tense music continues]

What the hell was that?

Well, De Marco obviously got to her.

Yeah, well, it worked.

[sighs] Do we have anything
from Sterghos's house yet?

Mick, it's the middle of the day.

They won't pull anything
in broad daylight. The cameras are up.

-We gotta be patient.
-All right.

In more exciting news, I hear Ms. Crane
is "one and oh" in the courtroom.

-She was a killer.
-I did not even have to go to trial.

So take that, Judge Connor,
you goody-goody!

Oh, that's so mean. She's actually
a really remarkable human being.

[Jessica] Lorna!

I got your message.

So lucky you keep an extra pair of shoes
in the file cabinet.

You never know when you might need
a fresh look, Jessica.

Thank you so much. You are a lifesaver.

What happened to your shoe?

Um…

I'll tell you later.

The good news is they dropped it down
to misdemeanor theft by false pretenses.

The judge agreed to supervised probation.
All he has to do is pay the money back.

-Which is not happening anytime soon.
-What are you talking about?

I have to pay more to my last investor.
If I don't pay them, I'm dead.

No, Sam, if you don't pay us,
you're dead, all right?

Not to mention what the court ordered.

Okay. It's been a long day.
Maybe we should get you home.

Lorna, we need another way
to get De Marco on the stand.

Come up with an argument for the judge.

The judge already nixed him.

Then make her un-nix him.
That is the job, Lorna. Come on.

Okay. I'm on it.

[Lorna] Huh.

Baby, I'm so… proud of you.

[Sam] Hello?

Uh…

Hey.

Could you two drop me off
at, like, In-N-Out Burger?

[cork pops]

Hope it's good.
That's all I had in the house.

I told you I could have just
ordered food with the wine.

The delivery fee was ridiculous.

-For one measly bottle?
-[Mickey sighs]

Legal, please,
let's just eat in peace, okay?

Jeez! What's gotten into you?

[sighs]

Brutal day in court.

Well, you're talking to the right guy.

My witness, she threw her testimony.

It was a disaster. She even accused me
of paying her to lie on the stand.

Yikes. But, kid, you know the drill.

You get knocked down, you don't stay down.
You come out of the corner swinging.

So what's the plan?

-[sighs] Well, we're hoping that she--
-[doorbell rings]

Give me one second.

-Hey!
-Hey. Bad time?

No, I just didn't know you were coming.

You caught me on another date.
Legal's here.

[chuckles]

What's going on, huh? Come inside.

[Andrea sighs]

Well, Suarez took me off
the Scott Glass case.

Because of what happened
with the Cruz Waiver?

I thought you already told him.

I did, but, you know,
then Vanessa found out. My second chair.

-How did that happen?
-I told her. I thought I could trust her.

But then she took it straight to Suarez.

Now, he's playing dumb to the whole thing
so it doesn't blow back on him.

I'm sorry, Andrea, but I'm not surprised.

What do you mean?

I mean, you probably
shouldn't have told your junior about it.

Ah. What's done is done, right?

We've been working together
for over a year. I'm her mentor.

You know what I mean.
That office is cutthroat. It's politics.

I'm just saying

I'm not shocked that a junior prosecutor
took advantage the first chance she got.

-Or that Suarez turned on you…
-[Andrea scoffs]

-Okay.
-[emotional music playing]

[hesitates, sighs]

I did not come here for this.

What do you mean "this"?

I came here for empathy.

Or advice.

Or just an arm around my shoulder.
I did not come here to be attacked.

I'm not attacking you, Andy. I'm--

You're just what? Calling what I do
and who I do it with into question?

Telling you how it is.

Oh really?

Yes, please. Can the great, wise
Mickey Haller tell me how it is?

Andy, trusting Suarez wasn't a good idea.

He was about to promote me.
Head of Major Crimes.

And as soon as it got complicated,
he cut bait.

-So you're saying I'm naive?
-No, I'm saying ambition can be costly.

Maybe… Maybe you were blinded by yours.

Fuck you, Haller.

Oh, Andy, come on. Andy!

[emotional music continues]

-[motor starts]
-[Mickey sighs]

Well, that didn't go too well.

[Mickey sighs]

[music fades]

-[Winston whines quietly]
-[Cisco snores lightly]

[Lorna, quietly] Courts across this land
have repeatedly held

that efforts to prevent the defense from…

Prevent? No.

That efforts
to thwart the defense from the…

[laptop bleeps]

-Damn it. Raccoon.
-[keyboard clicks]

…from the presentation
of alternate defense theories

are perilous and subject to reversal.

[laptop bleeps]

Oh my God.

[keyboard clicks]

Holy shit!

Cisco!

-[gasps] What is it?
-Call Mickey.

What?

Is it…

[Cisco gasps]

[phone ringing]

Hey, Cisco.

[Cisco] Bishop and De Marco showed up
at Sterghos's house. We got him.

What?

That's the best news I've heard all day.

I'll edit the footage together.
Get the details to you in the morning.

All right, good, good.
Great work, Cisco. Thanks, man.

[Winston whines]

[groans softly]

[phone ringing]

Jesus.

-Hey, Izzy.
-We got him. I just saw it on the cameras.

-Yeah, I know. Cisco beat you to it.
-So what do we do now?

Well, now, we go to sleep,
and we talk about it tomorrow, all right?

Great work, Izzy.
Go get some rest. All right, bye.

[phone clatters]

[groans]

-[phone ringing]
-Oh, come on!

-Guys, we'll talk tomorrow.
-[Sly Sr.] Haller?

[tense music playing]

-Sly?
-The hell you doing down there, Haller?

My son got his ass handed to him
in cross today. Could have prepped him.

Yeah, we did prep him, Sly.

Would it have killed you
to object more? Hm?

What the hell happened with Trina?
She just killed Moya's case.

No, Sly, she killed my case.
And as for your son, I did what I could.

Honestly, it's the best thing for him.

He got a taste
of what a real courtroom feels like.

[Sly Sr. mutters]

You put me on the witness list?

Oh, so that's what this is about?
Your vacation to LA?

Hey, I am due
for a little change of scenery.

County jail's better
than this fucking shithole.

And you owe me, Haller.

Yeah, you're on the list, Sly.

It's completely out of my hands.
It's up to the judge. Good night.

[music fades]

[sighs quietly]

[Legal, distant] Who keeps calling?

[Mickey groans]

[music resumes]

[music ends]

Catching up on a Saturday, I see.

-Taught you well.
-Hmm.

I'll be needing
the Scott Glass murder files.

[tense music playing]

Suarez gave you the Glass case.

He saw that I'm capable
of leading it myself.

Is that how you see this?

Vanessa, I confided in you.

I mentored you.

Do you honestly think
you're never going to make a mistake?

You're really gonna tell me
that if you weren't ten years younger,

you wouldn't have done the same?

You did teach me well, Andrea.

Then I'll teach you one more thing.

Be careful… who you trust.

I know I will.

[music fades]

[Lorna] Hello.

-Morning, morning!
-Good morning.

[Cisco] Wow!

[sighs expectantly]

[mysterious music playing]

[groans]

Whatever, man. Touchy.

All right. Are we ready, Hitchcock?

Ready as we'll ever be.

[video plays without audio]

Everyone's favorite ex-cop.

[mysterious music continues]

Bingo.

This is the back door camera.

-The hell is he doing?
-Keep watching.

And that's it. After that, they left.

That's enough. That's more than enough.
This is unbelievable, Cisco.

Kid, what am I looking at here?

[sighs] Relevance.

That's the DEA agent
we've been after, De Marco.

And this ex-cop, Neil Bishop,
was the DA's investigator.

Between the two, they're breaking into
the home of a potential defense witness.

Whoa! How the hell
did you orchestrate something like that?

Well, we knew we needed tangible evidence
to tie the two of them together, so…

Montgomery and Victory.
This may be what we're looking for.

There was a double murder
on Montgomery Avenue near Lake Balboa.

And look which detective got the case.

Two drug dealers were killed.
Part of some cartel war.

Bishop was a detective, but I found
a photo of a DEA agent at the scene.

Which means De Marco was involved.

Well, it tied back to his crew,
but that was ten years ago.

So we figured we might be able to use it
to smoke De Marco out now.

But that meant we had to scare them
into taking a risk.

My apologies, Your Honor,
but our investigation

has uncovered 33 new people
who may be relevant to our case.

This is absurd.

I mean, he's got half
the sheriff's department on here.

My own investigator is on this list.

And on the list of these 30 new names,

we also included this guy, Peter Sterghos.

Who's Peter Sterghos?

It's not who he is. It's where he lives.

Right across the street from the house
where the double homicide took place.

So the investigator goes through all
the new names on your list,

finds this guy, Sterghos,
and when he sees where he lives…

He gets scared.

Because why would we have him on the list
unless he saw something?

Saw what?

Who knows? It was ten years ago.

We knew there was something off
with the double homicide.

It was a cartel murder
that was never solved.

But even weirder,

they didn't seize any assets
like money or drugs.

So something shady went down.

And Bishop and De Marco
had to be a part of it.

But how did you get
this Peter Sterghos guy

to let you use his house?

That was all Izzy.

My friend rented out my dance studio
to a TV show.

So we used the same idea
to get Peter Sterghos out of his house.

Mr. Sterghos, great to see you.

This is our technical adviser, Dennis.

Thank you so much again
for letting us use your lovely home.

And I simply went in
and set up the cameras.

[music continues]

Voilà.

You never told me.
What was inside the pizza box?

I didn't wanna disturb
the chain of custody, so I took a photo.

What the hell is that?

Cocaine.

[Mickey] That's what I figured.

They put it there
so they could discredit his testimony

or blackmail him into keeping quiet.

That means they're scared.

And that means we are close.

We just need to figure out
the best way to use this.

[inhales]

Excuse me.

[music fades]

What? Legal.

What?

Forget the new assisted living place.

Just put me on the next flight to Boca.

I don't wanna be anywhere near you.

Wait. What are you talking about?
This is incredible.

Sure, it's exhilarating.

You just forgot one thing.

Criminals with badges
are the worst kind of all.

No one knows that better
than a defense attorney.

So what am I supposed to do?
Just let it slide?

No! But you have to be careful, kid.

And being careful is not your strong suit.

This agent, whatever secrets he's hiding,

he's willing to kill to protect them.

He came after you once.

What makes you think
he's not gonna finish the job?

[tense music playing]

All I'm saying is, a guy like this,

if you go for him,

you better not miss.

[music intensifies]

[music ends]

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades]