All language subtitles for The.Lincoln.Lawyer.S03E10.540p.x265.AAC.[9jaRocks.Com].eng-

-[Mickey] It's Glory Days. She's dead.
-I am not a killer.

-[Cisco] This guy.
-[Izzy] Following her.

The man in the hat was Neil Bishop.

I have nothing whatsoever
to do with your case.

Sam fucking Scales?
What'd you do this time?

Everybody takes a little off the top.

[David] We gotta get him out.
He can't take any more of this.

[Mickey] Julian's in the hospital.
He was attacked by an inmate.

Whoever stabbed my client
was trying to get a mistrial.

[Cisco] The guy who stabbed Julian

is named Lalo Vasquez.

Discovery from my office
in the Lalo Vasquez case.

James De Marco.
You're under his thumb, right?

There's an Agent James De Marco here.

[judge] If the agent is here,
let's hear what he has to say.

Good afternoon, Agent De Marco.
What about Mr. Bishop? You know him?

We go back ten years. Crossed paths
on a double murder in the Valley.

-Are you familiar with Peter Sterghos?
-[De Marco] No.

[Cisco] Bishop and De Marco
were at Sterghos's house,

breaking into the home
of a potential defense witness.

You're free to go. The court thanks you.

I need you to tell me Julian is awake.

Julian is awake.

Your Honor, I've just been told
that my client is awake.

Please delay any ruling on a mistrial.

[Mickey Sr.] Do whatever it takes
to get that "not guilty."

I have a signed waiver
from Mr. La Cosse, Your Honor,

granting permission
for us to proceed in his absence.

Use the surveillance footage
from Sterghos's house in the rebuttal.

I think I have a better idea
how to use it.

Don't show that.
Not in court. Not to anybody.

The defense calls Neil Bishop
to the stand.

["Best Day of My Life"
by American Authors playing]

♪ Whoo, whoo-ooh-ooh, whoo ♪

♪ I had a dream so big and… ♪

[Bishop] What do you mean
I can't come to his game?

Why, 'cause you'll be there?

It's the semifinals, Linda.

I've been there every week,
rain or shine, no matter what.

[song continues over speakers]

No. No, Linda.

No. Listen to me.

You can't keep me from Evan's game
just because you're pissed off at me.

That's not how this works.

Linda?

Hello?

Shit.

[sighs]

Oh! God damn it.

[Bishop sighs]

Detective Bishop?

Agent James De Marco, DEA.

-May I?
-Do I have a choice?

[chuckles]

Oh.

What's this about, Agent?

It's about the double homicide you
and your partner caught in Lake Balboa.

The one on Montgomery Avenue?

The very one.

I hear some agents from my office
were at the scene.

They poked around and left.
Haven't heard from them since.

What? Now you DEA boys
are gonna ride in and bigfoot our case?

Not exactly.

Can I ask you where
you and your partner are at on the case?

You mean in terms of leads?

[scoffs]

Honestly, nowhere.

It was a professional job.
To me, that says cartel.

The hitters are probably
over the border by now.

Anyone ever tell you it's impolite
to take food off someone else's plate?

[chuckles]

You know, I couldn't help
overhearing you on the phone.

You and the missus having some problems?

That's none of your fucking business.

Fair enough.

I just know from personal experience
that these things can get… messy.

And expensive.

Maybe there's a way I could help.

[scoffs]

I don't need your help, Agent.
But thanks, just the same.

Hmm.

[tense music playing]

Neil.

I don't think you're getting
the full picture.

It's in your best interest to hear me out.

[judge] Mr. Haller,
please call your next witness.

[Mickey] The defense calls Neil Bishop
to the stand.

[suspenseful music playing]

Do you solemnly state
the testimony you may give

in the case pending before this court

shall be the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?

I do.

[judge] Counsel, it's your witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

-[sniffs, exhales deeply]
-[music fades]

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

I'm an investigator for the LA County
District Attorney's Office.

And how did you end up in this job?

I spent 18 years in the LAPD.
Thirteen as a homicide detective.

When that career ended,

I moved over to the DA's office.

What about this specific case?

Can you tell us how
you were assigned to it?

[quiet, tense music playing]

Well,

normally, we have a random rotation
when it comes to cases.

But on this occasion,
I requested the assignment.

[Mickey] Why did you request it?

My caseload was light,

and I'd heard that the prosecutor,
William Forsythe, was good to work with.

At least that's the reason I gave.

[music intensifies]

Are you saying you had an ulterior motive
to request this case?

Yes.

And what was that motive?

I wanted to be on the case
so I could monitor it from the inside.

Why?

Because I was told to.

By a supervisor?

No, not by a supervisor.

At least, not exactly.

Then by who?

By a DEA agent named James De Marco.

-[Forsythe murmurs]
-[shocked chatter]

[Forsythe] Your Honor, sidebar?

Judge, I would like to request
a 15-minute recess

to confer with my investigator.

That's not gonna happen, Mr. Forsythe.
He's a witness now. Anything else?

[Forsythe hesitates]

I'm being sandbagged here, Judge.
This is--

[judge] By whom?

-Mr. Haller, or your own investigator?
-[hesitates]

Go back to your places, gentlemen.

You may continue with the witness.

-Thank you, Your Honor.
-[Forsythe sighs]

[tense music continues]

[indistinct whispering]

[music intensifies]

[judge] Mr. Haller.

[Mickey] Uh, apologies, Your Honor.
I'm just consulting my notes.

[phone pings]

[tense music continues]

[indistinct speech]

[Cisco] Gotcha.

[theme music playing]

[Mickey] Mr. Bishop, a moment ago,

you said that Agent De Marco
told you to monitor this case.

-Is that right?
-Yes.

Did he say why he wanted you to do this?

He just said that Gloria Dayton
had been an informant of his,

and he wanted to know whatever he could
about her murder investigation.

[Mickey] Let's back up for a minute.

You're familiar with the security footage
from the Roosevelt Hotel

that we saw a few days ago?

Yes, I am.

[Mickey] The video taken
the night Gloria Dayton was murdered?

Yes.

Now, the manager of the hotel testified
that he believed the video showed

Gloria Dayton being followed
by a man wearing a hat.

You have an opinion on that?

Objection. Beyond the scope
of the witness's area of expertise.

Your Honor, the witness spent 13 years
as a homicide detective with the LAPD.

I think he's qualified
to analyze a security video.

Overruled.

I'll ask again, Mr. Bishop.

Do you think that security video
shows Gloria Dayton being followed?

Yes, I do.

[Mickey] Why?

Because I was the man following her.

[shocked chatter]

[tense music playing]

[judge] Order. Now.

[chatter fades]

You mean, you're the man in the video?

The man in the hat?

Yes.

[Mickey] Why were you following Gloria?

Because Agent De Marco asked me to.

The same Agent De Marco
who told you to monitor this case?

Yes.

He asked me to find her
and to find out where she lived.

Did he tell you why
he wanted you to do this?

Objection. It calls for hearsay.

I'm merely trying to find out

why Mr. Bishop was willing
to follow the victim, Your Honor.

Overruled. The witness may answer.

He just said that Gloria Dayton
had been his informant

until he lost track of her.

Said he needed to talk to her
about something.

So how did you find her?

De Marco gave me a picture of her.

I knew she'd been an escort.

So I scoured the Internet until
I found her on Julian La Cosse's website.

She was operating under a different name.
Giselle Dallinger.

And what did you do then?

I decided to book a date with her.

[elevator bell dings]

[Bishop] First,
I went to the Roosevelt Hotel.

I checked in under a false name.

[bellman knocks on door]

[lock bleeps]

But as I was going to my room,

I noticed a bellman with a luggage cart
knocking on the door across the hall.

[Mickey] It looked like the people
in that room were checking out?

[Bishop] Yes.

[muffled chatter]

After they left,
I managed to prop the door open.

Then, as soon as they were gone,
I went into their room.

[Mickey] Why did you go in their room?

Before I was in Homicide,
I worked vice for a couple of years.

I know how prostitutes work
to avoid getting caught.

I figured Giselle Dallinger would have
a set-up person call me at the hotel.

It was their way
of confirming I wasn't a cop.

So I decided to book the appointment
for the room across the hall

and use that person's name.

I… I don't understand.

If this was just a federal agent
trying to find his informant,

why go through so much trouble
to hide yourself?

Because I know everything can be traced.

And I didn't want
anything coming back at me.

I just figured I should cover my ass.
That's all.

Okay. So what happened after that?

[Bishop] I booked the date online
for that night.

Then, a few minutes later, I got the call.

Just like I figured.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is Daniel Price.

That's right. Room 837.

After that, I left the hotel.

I came back around 9:00.

[Mickey] What did you do
when you returned?

[Bishop] I waited for her in the lobby.

[Mickey] You wore a hat
so the cameras couldn't see your face?

[Bishop] Yes.

Mr. Bishop, did… did you suspect
something bad was gonna happen

to Gloria Dayton that night?

Is that the real reason you hid your face
and tried to cover your tracks?

No. I didn't suspect
anything in particular.

I just had a nervous feeling about it,
I guess.

So I wanted to take precautions.

Okay. So you waited.

And Miss Dayton arrived on time?

[Bishop] Yes.

You understand,
I'd still never seen her in person.

I just had the photo to go by.

But there was no mistaking her.
It was the same woman.

[elevator bell dings]

[Bishop] She went up the elevator
to room 837,

but I knew
she wouldn't find anybody there.

So you stayed in the lobby
until she came back down?

-Yes.
-[elevator bell dings]

[scoffs]

[Glory clears throat] Hi.

Can you tell me if there is
a Daniel Price staying in room 837?

I'm sorry, but we can't share
private guest information.

No. I understand,
but I have an appointment with Mr. Price.

And I think maybe
he just didn't hear me knocking.

I am sorry. You're welcome to use
the house phone to call up to the room.

Okay. Can you at least just tell me
if anyone is staying in that room?

[typing]

[Glory] Thank you.

There's currently no guest
staying in room 837.

Now, is there anything else
I can do for you, ma'am?

No. Thank you.

You've done quite enough already.

[Bishop] I got up
when she went to the door.

[Glory sighs]

[Bishop] But then she turned around again.

I need… validation.

[Glory sighs]

Have a nice night.

[Bishop] Finally, she left,
and I followed her out.

And what did you do after that?

My car was parked across the street.

[Glory] Thank you.

[Bishop] I got in it and waited
for her car to be delivered.

[Mickey] Then you followed her home
to her apartment?

[Bishop] Yes.

[Mickey] Okay. Now--

Mr. Haller, just a moment.

Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize.

It feels like we just started,
but I have a matter I need to handle.

So we are going to take a brief recess.

Please go back to the jury room,
stay close, and remember your admonition.

Counsel, I would like
you and the witness to remain.

[quiet chatter]

[door closes]

Mr. Bishop, do you have counsel present?

No, I don't.

Do you want me to pause your testimony
so you can seek the advice of counsel?

No, Your Honor. I wanna do this.

I've committed no crime.

You are sure?

Yes. I'd like to continue to testify.

Bailiff?

[quiet, tense music playing]

[judge whispers]

[judge] Mr. Bishop, will you please stand?

Are you wearing a firearm?

Yeah, I am.

I want you to surrender your firearm
to the bailiff.

He will secure it
until your testimony is complete.

Mr. Bishop, hand over your weapon
to the bailiff, please.

[judge] Thank you.

I have a pocket knife too, Your Honor.
Is that a problem?

No, it's not a problem. Please be seated.

You can bring the jury back in now.

-[phone vibrates]
-[Lorna gasps]

[whispers] Julian?

[Lorna] Stable,
but still in intensive care.

[door opens]

[tense music playing]

-[machine beeps]
-[phone pings]

-[keypad clicks]
-[phone bleeps]

[motorbike revs]

[judge] Jury, I would like to thank you
for your patience.

Mr. Haller, you may proceed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[door closes]

Now, Mr. Bishop, a few minutes ago,

you testified that,
on the night of Gloria Dayton's murder,

you followed her from the Roosevelt Hotel
to her apartment building.

Can you tell us what happened next?

[quiet, suspenseful music playing]

[Bishop] When I got there,

I pulled over across the street.

Then I texted Agent De Marco the address.

Did you wait for him to arrive?

Yes. But it took him a while
to get there. Over an hour.

While you were waiting, did you see
anyone else enter the building?

[Bishop] Yes. Around 10:45 p.m.,
Julian La Cosse showed up.

[keypad beeps]

-[intercom rings]
-[Glory] Hello?

It's Julian. Let me in.

[Bishop] I didn't know who he was,
so I didn't pay much attention.

He came out again about 15 minutes later.

And when did Agent De Marco arrive?

About ten minutes after that.

[motor stops nearby]

[car door opens, then closes]

-[suspenseful music continues]
-[dog barking in distance]

He asked
if she was still inside the building.

I told him, as far as I knew, she was.

Did you go into the building with him?

No. After that, I left.

Did you watch him go in?

-[Bishop] I couldn't.
-[Mickey] You couldn't?

[Bishop] He didn't go to the front door
to call up on the intercom.

He went around the side of the building.
After that, I couldn't see him.

And do you know why he did that?
Go around to the side?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Your Honor,
I'm asking the witness's opinion.

Overruled.

I didn't know for sure…
but there was a security camera

over the front door that you could avoid
by going around the side.

And an hour later,
Gloria Dayton was dead. Is that right?

Yes.

Mr. Bishop, I'll ask you one more time.

Did you have any idea that Gloria Dayton
was going to die that night?

[poignant music playing]

No, I didn't.

If I had…

What?

I don't know.

I don't know what I would've done.

Let me ask you another way, then.

What did you think would happen
once Agent De Marco showed up?

I don't know.

When he got there,
I asked him what was going on.

I said…

I said I didn't wanna have
anything to do with it

if something was gonna happen
to that girl.

But he said…

Neil, all I wanna do is talk to her.
I swear.

Talk to her about what?
I'm out on a fucking limb here.

Look, she called me a week ago
from a blocked number.

-And?
-Said she got a subpoena.

Some civil case.

Some fucking lawyer is trying
to get this cartel scumbag out of jail.

She's freaked out, so I just need
to calm her down a little bit. That's all.

You know how it is with these snitches.
Scared of their own shadow.

[inhales deeply]

[De Marco] Look,
don't worry about this, huh?

I appreciate you coming through for me.

-[scoffs quietly]
-I won't forget it.

Now go home and get some sleep, will ya?

You look like dog shit.

[car door opens]

[door closes]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[motor starts]

[Bishop] That's when I left.

And I don't know what happened after that.

[music fades]

[distant siren wailing]

[siren fades]

[exhales]

[engine revs]

-[horn blaring]
-[tires screech]

-Shit.
-[motorbike revs]

[horns beeping rapidly]

[horns continue blaring]

[tires screech]

-[truck horn blares]
-[brakes squeal]

[groans]

[man shouts]

Shit.

Mr. Bishop, there's one thing
I need you to clarify.

Why? Why were you doing all this
for Agent De Marco?

Because…

because he had a hold on me.

He owned me.

How do you mean?

Ten years ago,
when I was still a detective,

I worked a double homicide.

Two dead drug dealers.

We suspected the Juárez Cartel
was behind it.

But the case was going nowhere.
We had no leads.

Then, one day,
Agent De Marco approached me.

And I made a mistake.

[De Marco] You see, there are people…

people who'd pay a lot of money
for those two killings to remain unsolved.

We're talking two dead scumbags
in a case that's gonna go cold anyway.

And with the, uh,

domestic troubles you're having,

I figured you could use some money
for a good lawyer.

This one's a win-win, Neil.

For everybody.

[Mickey] So you took the money?

Yes.

My son was only nine years old.

He needed his father.

I couldn't lose him.

And my career in the LAPD
was on the skids anyway.

As you may recall.

[tense music playing]

[clears throat]

After that, what happened?

[exhales softly]

What? Do you want me to draw you
a fucking picture?

He had me. You understand what I'm saying?

He owned me from that day on.

This thing at the hotel?

That wasn't the first time
De Marco used me for something.

There were other times.
A lot of other times.

He treated me
just like one of his snitches.

Just one last thing, Mr. Bishop.

Did you ever ask Agent De Marco
what happened to Gloria Dayton?

I asked him point-blank if he killed her.

Because I didn't want that
on my conscience.

He said when he went into her apartment,
she was already dead.

He said he set the fire

because he didn't know if she had anything
that could link him to her,

and he didn't want it coming back on him.

Did you believe him?

I wanted to.

Let me ask you one more time, Mr. Bishop.

Did you believe him?

No.

I did not.

[poignant music playing]

No further questions, Your Honor.

[sighs heavily]

[whispers] Holy shit.

[poignant music continues]

[rustling]

[sniffles]

[exhales slowly]

Tell my son I'm sorry.

-No!
-[gunshot]

[sound echoes]

[voices muted]

[echo fades into desolate music]

[music fades to silence]

-[siren wailing]
-[horns beeping]

Haller.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I came looking for you.

You okay?

What?

Talk to me, Mickey.
What's going on in that head?

I don't know.

-Maybe I pushed Bishop too far.
-No.

You did your job.

That's all.

And he was hiding a second weapon.

He was planning this
from the moment he took the stand.

-It was me who put him there.
-Because you had to, Mickey.

Between the LAPD and the feds,
this thing ran a mile deep.

It's starting to occur to me that… [sighs]

…you've been right all along.

About what?

The entire system is fucked.

You can't blame yourself for this.

Like what you told me
about Deborah Glass's murder.

What's going on with that?

[inhales deeply]

I heard through the grapevine
Vanessa is getting her ass handed to her.

Glass's lawyer is a shark.

I can't help wanting to see her fail.

But I wanna see Scott Glass
behind bars even more.

Not that Suarez
is paying any attention anymore.

Why not?

[Andrea] You haven't heard.

Bob Cardone got nominated
for a federal judgeship.

He stepped down,
and they appointed Suarez DA.

[sighs] Like you said, the entire system.

[Mickey sighs]

Well, I need to get home.

I have an early calendar duty tomorrow.

Thanks for checking on me.

[kisses softly]

Anytime.

[tender music playing]

Andy?

Fuck the system.

You want Scott Glass behind bars,
you put him there.

-[horn beeps]
-[lock clicks]

[music fades]

[knocks on door]

[Mickey chuckles] Look who's wide-awake.

How are you feeling?

Ah… terrible.

But happy.

Thank you for the flowers.

Of course.

Well, I've got something
to make you even happier.

They officially dismissed the charges.

You're a free man, Julian.

Um…

[voice breaking] Thank you, Mickey.

I owe my life to you.

You owe your life to the doctors.

Do we have any recourse after everything
that's happened to Julian?

They will probably offer some cash
to make this go away,

but it won't be a fair amount
unless we force the issue.

You mean a lawsuit?

If it comes to that.

Oh… [sighs]

Oh, Mickey. I…

[inhales] I don't think I can do that.

I don't wanna set foot
in a courtroom ever again.

Well, one step at a time.

You just rest for now.
Let me worry about everything else.

[quietly] Yeah.

-[David] It's okay.
-[Julian] Yeah.

[Suarez] Moving offices as we speak.

Uh-huh. Okay, I will.

Thank you, Senator. Take care.

You have a moment?

Uh…

Not really, Freemann.

Kinda swamped, as you can imagine.

Well, this will only take
a second of your time.

I just want you to know

that I'm going to finish out the week
on calendar duty, but then I'm done.

And if you don't want
your first official act as DA

to be losing the Scott Glass case,
you're putting me back on it.

-Andrea, you already had--
-Adam.

I'm the best you've got, and you know it.

So, Mr. District Attorney,

you're either gonna have to fire me

or put me back in

because I'm done
with this purgatory bullshit.

Oh. Congratulations.

[purposeful music playing]

[music fades]

[door opens]

Good morning, Izzy.

Good morning.

Hey, I'm doing the books for this month.
There's a bunch of clients in arrears.

And can we stop paying the Road Saints?

Oh. I was kinda getting used to
that one guy, Nick.

He has really good taste
in sparkling water.

I don't know.
Until we know where De Marco is,

I think we should keep the Road Saints on,
just in case. Who's in arrears?

Sam Scales, for one.

Ugh. That figures.

How long's he been in there?

[Izzy] He was here when I got here.

He's working on Julian's case.

[Lorna] He's taking what happened
really hard.

I told him he should go on vacation.

He said if he left,
he might never come back.

-Oh man.
-[Lorna sighs]

Cisco's running something down
Andrea put him on to,

but who knows if that'll be enough.

I haven't seen him this bad
in a really long time.

Not since the accident.

Maybe I should take him to a meeting.

I don't know.

Something's gotta get him out of this rut.

[emotional music playing]

[ominous music playing]

Hey, guys?

Hello?

Anybody here?

[Hayley] Dad?

[music fades]

Hayley? It's okay, guys. It's my daughter.

-Honey, what are you doing here?
-[keys jangle]

[door closes]

[Hayley] I missed you so much.

[Mickey sighs]

I missed you more.

[emotional music playing]

You okay?

I'm okay. Are you?

Mom told me
your client was attacked in jail

and that he's totally innocent.

Then I read
they're looking for a DEA agent.

It's all just so… so fucked up.

Yes, that's exactly what it is.

I'm sorry, Dad.

For the way I treated you.

I'm still sad about Eddie,
but it wasn't your fault.

Come here.

I don't need an apology, honey.

I'm, uh…

I'm just happy to have you back.

And you'll be happy to know
that I'm thinking about quitting.

Quitting?

Yeah, I don't… [sighs]

I don't know
if I can do this anymore, Hayley.

System never changes.

I don't think I have the stomach
to fight it anymore.

No, you can't quit.

What do you mean? You hate my job.

No, Dad, you saved an innocent person.

It's as important as it gets.

The system will never work
if people don't make it work.

Okay, that's a big turnaround.

I'm even starting to think about
following in your footsteps.

My college adviser
thinks I have the grades

to get into a good college.

I can start taking classes in the fall
because I have so many AP credits.

College classes already?

Yeah. It'll look great on my transcript.

You know, so maybe someday
I can get into a top-tier law school too.

Honey, you are my brilliant daughter.

I'm 100% positive
you can get into any law school you want.

But can we put a pause on the future?
I miss you so much.

I want you to tell me everything
that's going on. Plus, I'm starving.

Good. Because I got Thai food.

All our favorites. Okay, so we can
stay up late, and we can catch up.

-I have to tell you something though.
-What?

I think I wanna be a prosecutor.

-Oh boy.
-Mm-hmm.

-I think we're gonna have a problem.
-I know.

I'm gonna go get some plates.
I'll be right back.

[poignant music playing]

[exhales slowly]

["Very Fine, Pts. 1 & 2"
by Neal Francis playing]

[exhales]

[music fades]

[Cisco] Using this information,

I was able to connect the cocaine

that Neil Bishop and Agent James De Marco
planted in the home of Peter Sterghos

with the cocaine that Amber Dell,

a known Las Vegas associate
of Agent De Marco, tried to sell to me.

I was also able to connect that cocaine
to the fentanyl-laced cocaine

that put away Lalo Vasquez.

That's the inmate
who stabbed Mr. La Cosse in jail.

And you were able
to connect all of this, how?

Well, in all three instances,

the cocaine came in little baggies
with a distinctive logo of a blue star.

[Mickey] Why is that significant?

[Cisco] Well, that blue star logo

is used exclusively
by subsidiaries of the Juárez Cartel,

the very same cartel
responsible for the double homicide

that Agent De Marco
paid Neil Bishop not to solve.

So, after I did a little research,

it turns out that Agent De Marco
was very successful

in prosecuting cases
involving the Tijuana Cartel.

But not once
did he ever bring a single case

against any member of the Juárez Cartel.

-[inaudible whispering]
-[Cisco] Not one.

Thank you, Mr. Wojciechowski.

You've given us a lot
to think about, Mr. Haller.

We'll be in touch as soon as we've had
an opportunity to, uh, digest it all.

[Mickey scoffs, chuckles]

[quietly] Wait for me outside.

[Mickey clears throat]

Why don't we skip the song and dance, huh?

What happened to my client is your fault.
All of you.

Now wait just a minute, Haller.

That's a serious accusation you're making.

No, Adam. That is a fact.
Lots of facts, actually.

Here's one.

James De Marco, a decorated DEA agent,

was actually working for
the deadliest cartel in Mexico.

That's why he had to put Hector Moya,

a shot-caller for a rival cartel,
behind bars.

And he used Gloria Dayton to do it.

And then he murdered her
when she threatened to talk.

This wasn't one incident of corruption.
It was decades.

And it wasn't just the DEA either.

The district attorney's investigator
was De Marco's puppet,

starting all the way back
when he was a cop with the LAPD.

And when the whole thing fell apart,
he tried to have my client murdered

under the nose
of the sheriff's department.

This entire case was bullshit.

Right from the start.

Now, I doubt
anyone will ever find James De Marco.

I don't think the DEA even wants to.
It's too embarrassing.

Better to just sweep it all under the rug.

Which means no one will ever pay
for the murder of Gloria Dayton

or the murder of my driver, Eddie Rojas,
or God knows what other crimes.

But you, all of you,
are gonna pay for this.

'Cause I'm gonna make you pay.

Now, the truth is,

I didn't wanna take this case to trial.

I didn't know if I had it in me anymore.
But now?

[scoffs] Oh. Now,
I'm itching to go to court.

And if you think my client
is asking for a lot of money now…

[chuckles]

…you wait.

You wait to see what a jury gives him.
You know where to find me.

[soulful jazz playing]

[music fades]

Oh. Thanks, Jess.

You're welcome.

[Lorna talking in distance]

What's the deal with the new client?

You remember that guy that thought
that Eddie was a valet driver?

The asshole?

You don't know the half of it.
His wife's divorcing him.

Turns out he met with
every top divorce lawyer in town

and muddied the waters.

She can't hire any of them
because of conflict of interest,

so she came here.

-We're doing divorce now?
-[Izzy murmurs]

And do not worry, because you are
definitely getting the beach house.

He can keep that stupid Lambo.

I hope he dies in that tacky thing
while I'm sipping margaritas in Malibu.

-I love that for you. I'll be in touch.
-Okay.

[door opens]

Her husband's crazy rich,
and I'm gonna take him to the cleaners.

The look in her eyes scares me.

-Mm-hmm.
-[door opens]

Morning, everyone.

Hey! Morning, Mick.

-[Izzy gasps]
-[ominous music playing]

What's the matter, Izzy?

[Izzy exhales]

What's going on?

You all right?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Moya] Señor Haller.

Did you get my present?

I did.

Agent De Marco won't be a problem anymore.

For either of us.

Huh. I understand,
but am I gonna have a problem

with your rivals in Juárez
that he worked for?

Let me handle them.

[in Spanish] Trust me.

[in English] I'll give them enough trouble
they won't have time to worry about you.

[murmurs]

I hope I never see you again.

I appreciate your help, Mr. Haller.

[in Spanish] Take care.

Who was that?

Well, I think we can take the Road Saints
off the payroll now.

[phone ringing]

Ah, excuse me.

-[clears throat] So?
-[Suarez] Check your email.

I think you and your client
will both be happy with the number.

You got what you wanted, Haller.

Oh, really? Is that what happened?

Let's just say the system has to move on.

See you around.

[quiet, emotional music playing]

Mickey, are you ever gonna tell us
what's going on?

[exhales]

What's going on is that what we won.

[gasps] Holy shit!

-Sh--
-That is a ton of zeros.

You know what?
Let's take the rest of the day off.

-[cork pops]
-[laughter]

It's true.

What did Julian say when you called him?

Oh, he dropped the phone,

and he said that he and David
were gonna go out and buy an RV.

Well, we all have dreams.

Mine involves spa jets and chlorine.

Well, maybe we can make that happen
'cause you're all getting bonuses.

-[Lorna gasps, squeals]
-Hells yes.

Wow. Uh, thank you, Mick.
That's very generous.

Of course, man. You all deserve it.

And I'm gonna give some money
to Eddie's mother, Esperanza.

She can use it.

And I'm taking your advice.

You're changing every aspect of your life?

[groans mockingly]
No, I'm taking a vacation.

I'm driving to Palm Springs to go watch
the tennis tournament for the weekend.

And after that, I don't know,
maybe go down to Baja for a while.

You're not still thinking of quitting?

Absolutely not.

I just know that I need
some time to recharge.

And that means you're gonna have to
take care of the firm while I'm gone.

Well, I am on it.

I happen to have some prelims coming up,
and I took some DUIs,

and the Schwartz divorce case
is going like gangbusters.

Is it bad that I kind of love divorce?

No offense, honey, just the deadbeats.

Lorna, you can take any case you want.
Just don't do anything I wouldn't.

So I can pretty much just do anything?

[Izzy and Lorna laughing]

All right, seriously. To Julian.

-To Julian.
-To Julian.

[glasses clink]

And to the gods of guilt.

Not the jury.

-The ones we carry around with us.
-[Lorna] Mm.

The gods of guilt.

[Cisco] Gods of guilt.

Ah, now let's eat.

Yum!

[upbeat music playing]

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[glasses clink]

[music fades]

[quiet chatter, laughter]

-[Lorna] Confuse me, offend me.
-[Izzy] Is that passion fruit?

-There goes, Lorna.
-[laughter]

All right, gotta hit the road.

Stay as long as you want
and just charge it to my card.

I'll see you in a week or so.

-[Lorna] Okay. Bye.
-All right? Have fun. Love you all.

[Cisco] See you, Mick.

[ballad playing in background]

[song fades]

[wistful music playing]

["Be the Man" by Wilder Woods playing]

♪ Lately
All my hearts have been breakin' ♪

♪ All these games I've been playin' ♪

♪ Strayin' from the plan ♪

♪ Just tryin' to be the man ♪

♪ Just tryin' to be the man ♪

[siren wails]

[song ends]

-[motor stops]
-[sighs]

[police radio chattering]

[radio chatter continues]

See your license, registration,
proof of insurance, please?

You certainly can, Officer Collins,
but can I ask why you pulled me over?

I mean, I wasn't speeding,
and all the lights were green.

License, registration, insurance.

[chuckles]

Sure.

[sighs, mutters quietly]

Are you gonna tell me what this is about?

Step out of the vehicle for me, sir.

Ah, come on. Really?

Step out of the vehicle, please.

[sighs] Whatever.

Just so you know,
I haven't had a drink in three years.

You can give me
whatever DUI test you want.

All right. Good for you.
Step around the back of the vehicle here.

You want me to walk the line?
Count backwards?

I'm a lawyer. I know all of these tricks.

[officer] Right there.

See why I pulled you over?
You have no license plate on your vehicle.

Ah, damn it.

[hesitates] Look, I parked downtown,
and somebody must have stolen it.

Look, I'm sorry, Officer. All right?
Just give me a ticket for the plate.

Hey, sir? Stop right there.

What?

-Is that blood?
-What?

[officer] Come here.

-Blood? What are you talking about?
-Come here.

[tense music playing]

Sir, open the trunk for me.

Sir, open the trunk.

No.

You write me a ticket
for the license plate.

I'm not opening the trunk.
You have no probable cause.

-I'm putting you under arrest.
-Arrest for what?

-Stay there. Put your hands together.
-You can't do-- What are you doing?

I guess you didn't hear
the lawyer part, did you? Huh?

Gonna take you over here
for your safety and mine.

I'm gonna sit you…
right here beside my cruiser.

Stay right there. Do not move.

You know you can't open that trunk.

You don't know if that's blood
or if it's coming from the car.

Whatever it is, maybe I drove through it.
Hey! You can't do that!

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

-Come on. Get up.
-[Mickey] Happy?

I told you.
There's nothing there but a spare--

[tense, dramatic music playing]

♪ I had a dream so big and loud ♪

♪ I jumped so high I touched the clouds ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I stretched my hands out to the sky ♪

♪ We danced with monsters
Through the night ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm never gonna look back ♪

♪ Oh, I'm never gonna give it up ♪

♪ No, please don't wake me now ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ This is gonna be
The best day of my life ♪

♪ Best day of my life ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Mm, mm, mm ♪

♪ I howled at the moon with friends ♪

♪ And then the sun came crashing in ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ But all the possibilities ♪

♪ No limits, just epiphanies ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm never gonna look back ♪

♪ Whoa, I'm never gonna give it up ♪

♪ No, please don't wake me now ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ This is gonna be
The best day of my life ♪

♪ The best day of my life ♪