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Put it on your t-shirt and be woke upstairs. Now.

Morning Akeem.

Thank you.

I'm gonna need another one of these.

Starting your trial?

Yeah, have you heard anything? Is Hammond ready to go?

He told Deshae that he was ready for something. I don't know if it's yours,

but... You are my hero.

Don't worry, I'll put it on your tab. Thank you.

Jamal, part F, 30 minutes.

Black and sweet, just like you like it. Want a chip?

Nah.

It's like bacon in the back.

I brought up the old guys first.

Thank God I got four cases in the F3 and 30. It looks like my attempt at rape is

going to go.

Adler's in the mood. He already started calling cases. Docket ending 382. People

versus Franklin.

Cowling obstructing governmental administration.

Step up. Counsel, state your name for the record.

Gwen Sullivan, Defenders Association of New York County for Mr. Cowling.

Your Honor, the people have a one-time only offer of six months.

Sounds eminently fair. What say you, Ms. Sullivan?

I say I need 15 minutes to talk to my client. No need to discuss discourse

dialogue. Are you off your meds?

I ain't messing with them meds. That's the government trying to control me.

Okay, Your Honor, don't you think a second call would be useful here?

Is your client 730, Counselor? Well, no, but you can see... Six months, yes or

no?

Discourse suppresses, represses, and depresses the bodily integrity of a

black man. Stick a fork in it, we're done.

I'm revoking bail. Wait, what? You're... Your client was late. Put it over till

tomorrow. He's locking me up? Yes, but don't... You in on this, ain't you? No.

Hey.

So what's your story? You moving packs?

You left a Louis bag from Barney's. Yo, I got two videos up on WorldStar.

Do you want to be my third?

Good.

That's your boss right there.

Hi.

Vanessa Hastings.

Tom Delgado, attorney-in-chief.

Morning, Lisa.

Morning, Tom.

It's 10 o'clock.

What happened to your only-at-lunchtime rule?

Rules are made to be broken, honey.

Aren't they?

So we can do an actual noon or two.

Let's keep it at one workday screw for now, Richard.

Why? When there's so much fun.

Because you're a married man, and I'm a traditional girl.

With traditional values.

Ah.

Jesus, you're like a pit bull in pumps.

We had bets at the office, you know, where you'd come after me.

I don't think anyone picked the men's room. Well, we're both lucky your stall

was locked.

It was a bad idea.

You're gonna lose the hearing. Come down off the six and I'll get him to take it.

You can have five.

Uh-uh, that was too easy. What's going on?

Fine. You can have eight.

Your case is falling apart. That's why you're being such a tight ass with the

Rosario. My case is airtight.

You've got, uh, an hour to take the five.

After that deal's off the table.

Andrew.

The DA came down to five.

With good time, you'll be out in four.

See, I knew this was coming. You know I have your back, but if you blow trial,

it's not five years, it's 15. I don't care if it's 15. I never touched that

girl. Randell, a straight-A engineering student is gonna get up on that stand,

point at you, and say, I will never forget the face of the man who tried to

rape me. All I know is I went out for a run. Next thing I know, I'm in the back

of a cop car, a chick I ain't never seen talking about I tried to rape her.

Nine months I've been locked down for something I didn't do.

I lost my job, my wife.

Her and my kids had to move back in with her mama in Atlanta.

I ain't seen my little girls.

You had her locket. I told you, I found it. It's a bad fact. Please don't play

like you don't know that.

You know, it's funny. I actually couldn't believe my luck.

I thought I could give that locket to my youngest daughter. Randell, you take the

five years. Your Tasha's in preschool by the time you get out. You blow trial,

she's in college.

I didn't do this.

I'm not copping out.

I can't.

Then we fight.

Ladies and gentlemen, the police did a procedure in this case called a show-up.

That's a line-up. A line-up in the street. A line-up with only one choice.

My client, Randell, was... Had my client not been running... Yo!

Fight club.

Oh, God, Jesus. Heard someone couldn't keep their hands off one of their

clients today. Heard they ended with you in handcuffs. You jealous?

Only because I wasn't there. Turn around.

Don't tell me the judge is finally coming to watch you on trial.

We're meeting for lunch at the club.

What? Just imagining what it's going to be like to have you call me boss.

Cute. I call you a lot of things, Charlie.

Trust me, boss ain't never going to be one of them. But anyway, Tom would never

promote you over me. I don't know.

Only one of us beat down a court officer today. And the other one of us doesn't

want to break it down. Now get out. I promise not to enjoy bossing you around

at all. Okay, go ahead.

She wants me.

There seems to be a mistake.

I applied for the civil division.

Normal case load for a new attorney is 125 misdemeanors.

125? You're going to be able to handle this without bitching and moaning

because I hate bitching and moaning. It raises my blood pressure.

The unkind Aliza Rice.

I'm Vanessa Hastings. I'm new.

I gotta share my office with a rookie?

What did I say to you a minute ago?

You hate bitching and moaning. You see that? She's only been here 15 minutes. I

already like her better than you.

Who's my assistant?

Take that back.

Tom! Not now, Charlie. I have to go talk to Judge Adler. Some idiot got

handcuffed in his courtroom this morning. You know, I heard she was more

heroic than idiotic. All I know is that because of you, I have to put on a tie.

Okay, listen, I got Hammond to come down to five, but I can't get my guy to

swallow it. So you gotta go ID.

Oh, God, I'm just hoping the show up was bad.

You're gonna roll the dice and hope a defense reveals itself with a

suppression here? Oh, please. You know I always have something in my back pocket.

I just don't know what yet. What judge you pull?

Blackburn. Shit, he needs to plead. My guy didn't do it. Didn't homeboy have

the victim's locket in his pocket? Yeah, whatever, Dr. Seuss. Jesus, both of you,

grow up.

Charlie, take the rookie over to her arraignment.

Tell her something encouraging. And keep an eye on her. She's a Caldwell fellow.

What the hell is that?

She's a first-year associate at Caldwell Drummond and Hale. She does a year of

public service. They pay her a full Caldwell salary.

Guess we know who's buying lunch.

Yo, rookie.

Let's roll.

Someone gets arrested, they disappear into the system. On a good day, they pop

up here 24 hours later and get assigned a lawyer.

Oh, come on, Joel.

Give her one day of community service. Haven't you ever stolen the least itty

-bitty thing?

Miss Campbell, you're not taking advantage of Mr. McNamara, are you? I

take advantage of everyone, Your Honor. But when I smile, they don't seem to

mind.

Tracy, this is, um, what's your name again? Vanessa Hastings. Nice to meet

you. Docket ending 822, the people versus Julie Stelowitz. Penal law 240

-37. Lording for the purposes of engaging in prostitution. Step up.

Fun fact about Charlie, he once slept with a 60-year-old fat woman for her

playoff tickets.

Damn right.

Dugout seats.

I'd do it again.

Interview your client, confirm the details on their CJA sheet, and try to

get him out on bail, or cop him out to community service. But don't give anyone

a criminal record that doesn't already have one.

Rookie dumping?

Is this a preview of your brand of supervising, Charlie? I got four cases

in Part F, 10 in AP-5, and two felonies at the trial. So, I'd defutage you.

Fly, baby, fly.

What is that smell?

A delightful potpourri of piss, BO, and bologna sandwiches.

It'll never come out of that pretty soup.

How did the victim describe her attacker?

She described him as a black male wearing dark exercise sweats and a blue

hoodie with white lettering. Then after the victim gave you this description,

what did you do?

My partner and I canvassed the area. We saw the defendant run near the crime

scene. We stopped him. And upon performing a safety search, we found a

gold necklace in his pants pocket.

We transported him back to the scene of the assault.

What happened next? The victim identified the defendant and the

necklace. I placed him under arrest.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Officer, when you found the incredibly dangerous locket in Mr. Lewis' shorts...

Objection. Oh, lighten up, Hammond. Ms. Sullivan, please don't taunt the

prosecutor.

When you transported Mr. Lewis to the crime scene, where did you park the

patrol car in relation to the ambulance treating the victim?

Across the street.

A couple car lengths south.

And did you keep Mr. Lewis in the car, or did you take him out?

I took him out.

Uncuffed him.

Another officer brought the victim partway across the street. She

identified him from about 20 feet away.

She identified him from about 20 feet away. Would that be about...

This far?

That's about right.

When you took Mr. Lewis out of the car, where did you stand him?

Just outside the car. And was the door open or shut?

Open. The victim identified him before I even shut the door.

You said you parked the car just south of the ambulance and across the street.

So the other officer walked the victim, what, diagonally across the street

toward the front of your cruiser? Yes. So you hid Mr. Lewis behind the open

door. Objection. Who said anything about hiding?

Sustained. But now I'm curious. He was standing behind the door.

so the victim couldn't see that he was wearing shorts and not sweatpants.

Objection. Speculation. Your Honor, this show-up hid a crucial way that Mr.

Lewis's clothes did not match the victim's description and was therefore

unduly suggestive. Unduly being the operative word here. They did not have

to hide him behind the door. They could have let her see all of him. This is

ridiculous. She had plenty of opportunity to see him. It doesn't

matter. Enough.

You two are worse than my grandchildren.

Standing the defendant behind the cruiser door did not create a risk that

the victim would incorrectly identify him. I can't. The defense's motion to

suppress the victim's in-court identification of Mr. Lewis is therefore

denied. You're on. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

You get what you get, and you don't get upset.

All right, we will adjourn for the day. Begin trial tomorrow.

Gold medal, gold medal, gold bottles, gold letters, all on my letter, man.

Late night with letter, man. I never been a loser cause the winning was

better, man. You could roam a million cities, won't find a better man.

How is she?

As I've heard you say, she bougie.

Well, she is a Caldwell fellow. She makes $180,000 to our $70,000. Just when

I thought she couldn't possibly annoy me more.

Counselor, I'll give him five days.

Five days?

But, Your Honor, what about time served?

He was just charged with sleeping in the subway. Oh, sleep.

Something you might get if you laid off those energy drinks. Ask your client,

counselor.

We don't like her. Let the bushy heifer sank. Shut up.

Your Honor, we have a rookie here. Really? I couldn't tell.

Ask your client.

Ms. Sullivan, I have a docket to move here.

Okay, but why would he want to go to jail?

Five days, he serves three. That's three days of three square meals and a roof

over his head.

Ask him.

He'll take the five days.

Welcome to hell.

You remind me of your mother.

Why? It's not a flask, and I like men.

Yes, um...

My daughter will have a sparkling water, please.

Dad, you know, next time you invite me here, I'm gonna wear dashiki and a head

wrap. That'll bag Judge Bolter and even stop making women wear pantyhose in her

courtroom. Look, this is just a means to an end, sweetheart.

Back when I was practicing, Judge Brown overruled every objection I made.

Until I became a member here.

That couple, they always like to talk about how all lives matter.

I get such pleasure from making them uncomfortable.

So, I...

I had drinks with James Pinmore the other day, and he said that they would

love for you to come and meet at Hamilton Gray.

Look, take the interview. What's gonna hurt?

My soul, Dad.

It would shrivel up and die.

Oh, come on. No, thank you. Look, I know you want to save the world, but you

could do it more effectively from a place like Hamilton Gray.

What is this, some misguided attempt to help people like your brother? My career

is not about David. No, he got the time that he deserved. Nobody deserves...

Five years for a burglary, Dad?

I do this job because I believe in it and I'm good at it. And if you actually

took the time and came and watched me, you'd see that.

But I guess you have to be a drunk in this family to get your attention.

If I remember correctly, I helped you pay your rent last month.

I'm not going to sanction your poor choice of a career by coming and

watching you in court.

Thought we might have a nice lunch.

We're for once, you know, you didn't mention what a disappointment I am.

Officer, this is Mr. Lewis's arrest photo. Would

you please describe what he is wearing?

Black exercise sweats and a blue nylon hoodie with...

Dollar signs across the front. Dollar signs, not lettering. And actually, Mr.

Lewis is not wearing black sweats. He's wearing black shorts.

Isn't that right? Black sweatshorts.

I thought they matched the description. By matched, you mean dollar signs

instead of lettering in shorts instead of pants.

Withdrawn. When you conducted your safety search, what did you do?

I patted the defendant down and felt something in his shorts pocket.

I reached in and removed it.

Officer, this is a prop 9mm Glock.

This is a Beretta 22, one of the smallest guns on the market, and these

are a variety of knives.

Would you please explain why this felt like a weapon?

Objection. On what grounds? You don't like the answer?

Overruled.

Don't gloat.

You may answer.

I didn't know what it could be.

So it was a nondescript, dangerous object.

Your Honor, during a Terry stop, the officer is allowed to conduct a safety

frisk, but he is not allowed to go into the suspect's pocket and just pull out

evidence. The locket should be suppressed. Your Honor, he did not know

what the object was. It could have been anything... Not anything dangerous.

She's right, Mr. Hammond. The locket is out.

All right, we will continue this hearing this afternoon.

You might win some, but you just lost one.

I thought Hammond was trying to hide something in the Rosario, but there is

nothing here.

Uh, what's going on over there?

Mm-mm.

Now, that is my phone.

Oh, my God. I cannot believe my roommate is getting dick pics, and I don't know

from who.

I am underwhelmed.

And who was that?

I don't know. Somebody keeps calling and won't leave a message. Probably Amex.

Apparently they're serious about this whole minimum payment thing.

It might be that new 18B lawyer.

I gave him your number. The knucklecracker? Girl, you know he is

annoying. Have you noticed that you find anyone who's not your law school

professor crush annoying?

Oh, Bennett? Girl, please. That's cray.

We never even dated. He doesn't like me like that. How do you know?

You told me you never put it on the table because... Anyone seen the rookie?

You lost the rookie. That is awesome. Good job.

I told you to watch her. I did, Charlie.

And then I killed her for her shoes.

Hey, how'd it go today?

Well, it's not civil court. Ah, civil court, where white people argue over

white people problems. Here, make yourself useful.

What is this?

Witness statements, police reports, cop's memo book.

What am I looking for?

A defense theory.

Shouldn't you have figured it out from the discovery?

Ain't she cute?

Discovery is called Rosario material, and in criminal court, we're not

actually legally entitled to it until after the jury is sworn. That's not

fair. How are you supposed to prepare?

You're catching on.

What's with the redactions? That's the stuff that proves he's innocent.

Yeah, victim and witness addresses and phone numbers.

We could interview them, but the prosecutor makes sure that we can't find

them. In fact, they black it out so hard that even if you hold it up to the

light... Wait a minute.

Why didn't I catch that before? He missed one. This is the victim's

boyfriend's address.

Do you still have those phone records?

According to the report, she was on the phone with him when she was attacked,

and the cops never even talked to him.

Campbell, let's go see what Mr. Boyfriend has to say.

Ms. Wong, you were attacked at 10 o'clock coming from a yoga class,

correct?

Yes. And when this person attacked you, he pushed you to the pavement face

first, correct?

Yes. But I turned and saw him very clearly before he pushed me down. Well,

you were talking to your boyfriend James on the phone when you first heard

someone behind you. Isn't that right?

Yes. These are your cell phone records. You were talking to him for 42 minutes,

right?

I guess.

It was an emotional conversation, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

You were distraught and crying, weren't you? You'd been fighting for 42 minutes,

and James said he wanted to break up, right?

Yes. In fact...

James said he wanted to break up, and then you told him that you might be

pregnant. Isn't that... It's not to do with anything. I was almost raped.

Your Honor, I am not trying to embarrass this witness. I'm just trying to get at

her state of mind when she was attacked.

Overruled, but you are on a very short leash.

Ms. Wong, you're a college-age woman who has sex.

Nobody here is judging you. In fact, everyone in this room had sex at your

age, except maybe Mr. Hammond.

You were this upset when you told James because you weren't happy about me being

pregnant, right?

Yes.

And by the way, it was pretty dark out there because these three streetlights

were out that night, right?

Yes. Except the porch lights at the fraternity were on.

Well, this photograph taken by our defense investigator just two days later

shows the fraternity lights out. The fraternity was suspended.

they were suspended for hazing the day after i was attacked the lights were on

that night i might have been crying but i saw who attacked me and i'm 100 sure

it was him

Judge, my client maintains the complaint and attacked him first. He was defending

himself. The people offer an A misdemeanor in 90 days, Your Honor.

Alternatively, we request $5,000 bail. $5,000?

That's ridiculous.

Five's not out of the ballpark with a rap sheet as long as his.

How about 60 days?

Your Honor, my client lives in SRO. You might as well say bail. Is that a no?

I'll waive motions. I want an immediate trial date.

How about December 19th? That is 10 weeks away.

I can't manufacture trial parts, Ms. Campbell. What's happening?

We're getting screwed. You gotta take the 60 days, Kenneth. If you take the

60, you'll be out in 40. If you fight it, you're gonna be in for longer. But I

didn't do it, and if I plead, I'll lose my room.

Counselor, what date do you want? I need 10 more seconds, please.

December 19th for trial. Kenneth, take the plea.

Bring in the next case, please. No, he'll take the plea. He'll take it.

I want to testify. That deal is off the table.

Then I want to testify.

Absolutely not. You have nothing to add.

I got my story.

My side. And that prosecutor will take you apart piece by piece.

You think I'm just some dumbass thug?

Look, I know I may not dress like you or talk like you, which is why,

yes, Your Honor, we'd like to have this evidence thrown out of the court now.

Okay, you know what? You would make a horrible witness.

There are consequences, Randell, to your neck tattoos and your saggy pants. The

jury is not going to like you. Not the white jurors and not the black ones

either, including the brother who works for AT&T. He is not going to like you

because he thinks you bring the curve down. I don't like it, but it is the

truth.

If you want me to let you tell your story, I will.

But all of your anger and your resentment will spill out.

It is real and it is justifiable, but they will hate you and they will convict

you. Do you understand?

These clothes are for our clients, Sullivan, not for you. Although I am

feeling that green floral jacket. Get out!

What's wrong with you?

Maybe you'd stop having these panic attacks if you admitted that you still

have feelings for me.

That you would miss how I put it down in the bedroom.

Damn.

Stop. Worst idea ever. I beg to differ. No, you are like a donut. You're like a

maple-glazed bacon donut. You're just a few seconds of fun, and you always

regret it after. So you admit it would be fine?

This never happened, Charlie.

Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone.

Except maybe the court officers, but I'm sure they'll keep it to themselves.

I don't have a defense.

No woman does.

Oh, my God.

Do you claim a tax deduction for that ego?

You worry too much, Sullivan.

You go home at night, you lie awake thinking about your clients. When I go

home, I'm drinking Macallan and playing Madden. And that is the difference

between us.

You don't care about your clients. You just care about winning.

I care about my clients by caring about winning. My guy has a shitty case, he

pleads. He has a tribal one, we try it. And guess what? Most of the time, my

interests and my clients overlap.

Wow. That is so inspiring. You know you should copyright that. In fact, if you

become supervisor, why don't you start your welcoming speech off to the

rookies?

What? Do you remember what Tom always said when we first started?

Go back to basics.

Thanks,

Donut.

So we gonna meet back in here later?

Gwen!

Charlie, again?

Shut up.

Step away from the window.

I just talked to your boss.

He ain't happy.

What else is new?

Maybe you should reconsider the whole burglar thing.

If I was a blonde named Jessica, would you still think I was a burglar?

Ma'am, you're trying to jimmy the window.

Good point.

Why were you trying to get in to turn on the porch lights anyway? I was trying to

see the lighting conditions.

This fraternity's on my beat. Trust me, porch lights are blinding. Are you

saying that because it's true or because you want me to lose my case?

I got no dog in your fight.

I might have, but... NYPD wasn't interested.

Wait, what?

I was involved tracking the suspect that night. We picked up some guy that fit

the description, radioed into the NYPD. They said they'd already got the guy. We

cut our guy loose.

Did you turn your paperwork over to the prosecutor?

Of course.

You withheld this.

It was misfiled. Seriously, Hammond? Counsel, address the court, not each

other. I just showed the victim this photo.

She says it's not him. You know that doesn't matter. My client's face is

cemented in her brain because of that ridiculous show-up.

Counselors, I said address yourselves to me.

Your Honor, this is a clear Brady violation.

I want sanctions.

Dismiss the case.

Mr. Hammond, did you know that another person had been detained?

Nope, I did not.

Bullshit! It's the reason why you offered my client three years because he

knew if I found out, his case would disappear.

One more curse word from you and I will hold you in contempt. That's like adult

time out, but worse.

Now you can argue all of this to a jury. That is not enough. My client has been

in jail for nine months.

Stop throwing a temper tantrum.

Your Honor, how many people are in Attica right now because the prosecution

didn't forget to black out a witness's address?

One more word, Ms. Sullivan.

This is a joke. The DA's office does this all the time. I expect it from a

prick like Hammond, but not from you. You are supposed to care. We are not

processing widgets. These are human beings.

I mean, why are we even bothering with the trial at all? Why not just take them

out back and hang them from a tree?

Miss Sullivan, you are in contempt.

Officer Johnson, could you please escort her to lockup?

How much should they pay you?

Nickel bag to stand on the corner and tell people who to buy from.

I think we might have a good story for the grand jury. We're going to use the

fact that the cops recovered drugs on you to our advantage.

How? We can make you a plain buyer.

You weren't steering anyone towards the dealer, okay? You bought, and as you

were leaving, some guy asked for you scored.

It's the difference between a sale and a possession.

Cool.

You told him to lie. He's an addict facing four and a half to nine for

dealing when all he did was take five dollars worth of heroin to point down

the street. The rules are there for a reason. Have you been paying attention?

My client just pled guilty to a crime he didn't commit because he couldn't afford

bail. The rules are screwing our clients. But if we cheat, we only bring

ourselves down to their level. What are you doing here exactly?

You just slumming it for a few months?

I didn't ask for this.

I wanted housing or immigration.

Oh, what happened? Mommy and Daddy, they didn't pull the right strings?

You don't like me because I have money? I don't like you because you think

you're too good for this place because you hate getting your hands dirty.

I mean look at these two guys. They don't look any more alike than two black

men you just grab off the street. It's the cross-racial of it all.

Which I haven't brought up in court yet because how do you do that without an

expert? Black people don't like to admit they think we all look alike.

Okay.

Okay, I know the contempt thing was not very supervisorial, but are you

seriously considering Charlie?

During a trial last month, he kept mispronouncing his client's name.

He did when?

Is that all that matters?

Gwen, last month you chased down Judge Goldberg at his son's bar mitzvah,

demanding he lower someone's bail. Yeah. The last trial you lost, you asked the

judge to pull the jury four times. Now you're in handcuffs three times in three

days. I mean, sometimes you're a little too passionate.

What's wrong with passion?

Well, passion's great.

Passion gave me a heart attack at age 48.

Now, I want you to go out there and apologize to Judge Blackburn. Absolutely

not.

Look, Gwen.

If you don't survive the lost battles, you can't win the war.

Apology accepted, Ms. Sullivan.

She's, uh...

Talented lawyer, Tom. Oh, I know she is, Judge. And I appreciate, I mean, we

appreciate your tolerance.

Mm-hmm, but she's disrespectful, undisciplined. Even her facial

expressions in this court, they're, they're indescribable. Holy shit.

Oh, see, there, there, right there. No, Your Honor, it's just, I got an idea.

See this fire for his country.

Ms. Wong, if I were a sketch artist, what would you tell me about the man who

tried to rape you?

Objection. Ms. Sullivan is not, in fact, a sketch artist.

I'll allow it.

Um, he was black, tall, short hair.

What about the shape of his face?

Regular, I guess.

Kind of oval-ish.

His hairline, was it square, round?

I'm not sure.

His eyes, were they wide-set, close together?

I'm not really sure.

Okay, how about his nose? Was it large, small, wide, flat, pointy?

I don't know. How about his chin or his cheekbones, his ears, his forehead? Is

there anything that you could tell us?

He was black.

Yes, you've told us. He was black.

Ms. Wong, based on your testimony just now, this is the face of the man who

tried to rape you.

My god objection.

All right, not one more word either of you ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to

ask you to step out please

Your

honor

miss Cooper is a sketch artist certified by the International Association of

identification your honor. This is

Outrageous. What is outrageous is this man being ripped from his life and his

family and charged with attempted rape based on nothing other than it was a

black man who did it. Your Honor, after sitting in this courtroom for several

hours looking directly at Mr. Lewis, she can't even identify him. No reasonable

jury is going to be able to find beyond a reasonable doubt that he committed

this crime.

This is absurd. Sketch artists spend hours with their victim.

They ask scores of questions designed to elicit an accurate description. You want

to have the sketch artist do that right here? We could let the jury sit through

the whole thing.

Mr. Hammond?

Then I am directing a not guilty verdict in favor of Mr. Lewis. Your Honor!

Uh-oh. Mr.

Hammond. You get what you get and you don't get upset.

Not guilty.

It's over.

Why are you in a closet?

Adrenaline crash.

Oh.

This place is a nightmare.

I know.

The computers are from like 1999, there's no support staff to speak of,

and the entire place has a smell.

My bad, I thought you were actually talking about the injustice. Like the

fact my client almost went to prison because a college girl can't tell black

people apart.

That too.

Does this get any better?

In some ways it does.

You learn the law, you get more comfortable in court, you even get used

to the smell.

But chances are you'll screw up and someone will go to jail because of it.

Just gotta learn to live with it.

All of it.

Have you?

Unless I'm sitting in a closed closet.

You ran the guilty plea down my client's throat yesterday.

I got a hundred cases on my docket.

If I don't dispose of them quickly, I hear about it from the chief judge.

Besides, if you didn't do this, you did something else.

You say some shit like that, it makes me not want to have sex with you.

Are you sure?

You know, I hate that I can't manipulate you.

No, you don't.

It turns you on.

Maybe.

Maybe.

But right now, the other thing turns me off more.

I'm definitely calling you an angry kid.

You're gonna call twins?

Not at the same time.

Silence in the room.

Hey, let's do this thing.

Oh, yes. Double fisting.

Here's to the win.

Can't wait to do it again.

Drink number three and you haven't eaten. Do not get drunk.

Mind your business.

It'll be my business next month when y'all are fighting like cats and dogs

and trying to get each other crazy.

And then you'll be like, why didn't you stop me? I am not sleeping with Charlie.

Trust me. Better not be sleeping with Charlie.

Now

you

can stand there in that badass dress.

Looking all fine and pretend that you don't want me.

Or you can live in this moment.

Forget all those do's and don'ts for me to rot in that pretty little head of

yours.

And come get this maple glazed bacon donut.

I want you in these damn closets. Shut up.

Next time on In Contempt. Ladies.

Oh, my Lord. You slept with him last night. Charlie doesn't like anyone but

himself. No.

Everybody's lying. And don't expect the truth until they trust you. Remember,

you're the lawyer, so be confident and authoritative. I don't care how you do

it, but you gotta find a way to get your clients to trust you.

Especially you. You look and act just like a prosecutor.

There. Bennett.

That's the hot law professor?

I would show up for his office hours.

So here's to old friends reconnecting. I'll drink to that.