All language subtitles for 10-Fairly.Legal.S02E10-eng

- She here?
- It's 9:00.

The time prompt people show up.

So that's a no.

Would you like to leave a message?

Yes, for you.

I came by your place a few nights ago.

It was late, I had a few,
I said a few things.

- Is this a true/false quiz?
- Leo.

Look at my face. It never happened.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

She can never know.

Is this a mind wipe?

Is this where I forget that
Kate stood you up for dinner,

and you showed up to my place
looking all crazy-eyed

- and desperate?
- Leo.

I don't remember a thing.

I heard knock and when
I went to open the door,

there was just an owl staring back at me.

Owl?

Yeah, it's a UFO-thing. It's a...

you know, instead of the greys,
people often see owls.

It's a common thought substitution.

And you don't care about this at all.

No, there is a woman in
reception I would rather avoid.

Looks like a real man-eater.

She's different when things end badly.

- Hmm.
- What ends badly?

Potentially all of this.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Ben knows your opposing
counsel in reception.

- Thank you.
- What?

I didn't say you used to date.

Thank you again.

Wow.

Benedict.

Were you two, uh, amish together?

[Chuckles]
Excuse me.

'Cause you don't really seem like

"the horse and... buggy type."

Why is he so grumpy?

Hoo.

Thanks for the coffee.

Oh...

You think he's still mad
about the other night?

Um...

because I didn't do anything wrong.

Except for sleeping with Justin.

[Quietly]
Yeah, but he doesn't know that.

And remember, I was working late.

And why would he even care?
[Bag rustles]

Justin called.

Twice. And your mediation is ready.

[Sighs]

Ting!

I'm sorry. This looks
like negligence to me.

I didn't do anything.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Can I just finish what I was saying?

This nurse was on her cell phone

instead of taking care of my client.

As a result,

my client, Mrs. Gelman,

broke her hip and continues
to suffer from complications.

From the nursing home's point of view,

there's no proof of negligence.

There's a broken hip.

And the lady connected to it
who was there.

Here's a picture to help you imagine

what the jury will see.

Do you know what happens
to old people with broken hips?

They die.

Mm-hmm. Your turn.

I was with Mrs. Gelman.

The other patient called my name.

I turned for one second...

To take a phone call.

There was a witness.
She knows I didn't do this.

- There's no witness.
- Stop talking.

A woman. A volunteer with Mr. Larssen.

Then where is she?

Unfortunately, the woman
said she didn't see anything.

Who's Mr. Larssen? And was he there?

Yes and no.

He's a stroke victim.

Oops. Completely unreliable.

You just look and sound so sweet,

but you're not, are you?

Like bees in the shape of a doughnut.

I'm sorry, am I a pain?

Can we just get to the part where

the nurse is fired
and we get a settlement offer

in the mid-six figures?

I am here on a work visa.

If I lose my job,
I will be sent back to Haiti.

My family counts on the money I send them.

Which only means
you have more reason to lie.

[Crying]
No.

[Silently]

[Crying]
No. No. No.

[Sobbing]

All right, you know what?

Here. Why don't we just take
a break, okay?

Because I'm right.

Because this woman needs a break.

Five minutes. Come on, come on.

Tell me about this, uh, this witness?

Her name is Natalie Roberts.

She volunteers with the church groups.

Spends a lot of time with
Mr. Larssen, the stroke patient.

She was right there. She saw everything.

Do you have a number?

No, I spoke with her at the nursing home.

- She'd be there now.
- She's there now?

[Knocking]

Hey, let's break for lunch.

It's 9:30.

Already?

Oh, my God. I'm starving.

I'll be back in a few.

Oh, whoa, whoa. Leo.

Uh, see what you can find out
about a volunteer

named Natalie Roberts
over at the rest home.

Like, Google her?

What you do is a little bit
more complicated

- than that though, right?
- Not really.

Okay, what is this for?

Please don't.

Too late.
[Giggles]

Lauren's has a big negotiation today.

With the Queen of England?

The King.

Robin Archer of Archer
"Owns The World" Enterprises.

The man himself?

What's the big fish doing
swimming in Lauren's pond?

Big fish wants little airline

with prime landing spots at SFO.

- That explains it.
- Explains what?

That.

Great Scott.

It's like she's another species.

Ben, Kate.

Leo, when Mr. Archer arrives,

could you please show him to my office?

Good times.

Are you good?

I'm great.
[Door opens]

Hi.

I'm looking for a Mr. Larssen.

He's out back.

Okay. Thank you.

[Snores]
[Whispering]

Excuse me.

Uh, Natalie Roberts?

- Yeah.
- Hi.

- Kate Reed.
- Uh, Natalie. Hi.

I already told that other lawyer
I... I didn't see anything.

Oh, well, okay,
but maybe he didn't tell you

if Cassandre is fired,
she could be deported.

- Deported?
- Yes.

And she really, really needs this job.

So, um, did you see anything?

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm really late.

You know what? This is
only gonna take a minute.

She didn't do anything wrong,

but I... I really can't get involved.

I'm sorry, I... I really have to go.

[Cell phone ringing]

Talk to me.

Natalie Roberts joined

The Lighthouse Church six months ago.

They couldn't find
any contact info for her,

and I couldn't find
any listings in the area.

She volunteers several days
a week at the nursing home.

- Right with Mr. Larssen.
- I found him.

Turns out Mr. Larssen has a daughter

named Christie Mae Larssen.

- I am sending you a photo.
- Uh-huh.

And who is Christie Mae Larssen?

An ecoterrorist who's been
on the lam for 20 years.

[Cell phone chimes]

[Tires screech]

Kate?

You there? What happened?

Christie Mae Larssen
just disappeared again.

[Upbeat music]

Fairly Legal 2x10 - Shattered
Original air date May 18, 2012

Sync and corrections by atrn97g
for www.addic7ed.com

Ben.

Looks like Robin Archer's running late.

Those are not for the office.

Really? Did the office pay for them?

Is a crumpet more like
a muffin or a scone?

Good-bye.

I guess multi-billionaires can afford

to keep people waiting which is why

you're going about this all wrong.

Excuse me?

Pandering to his englishness?

It says, "I think you got the advantage"

"which makes me weak."

I don't think Archer has the advantage.

Then give him the good, old
American coffee and doughnuts.

And don't sit here.

You want him at your desk
in a jacked-up chair.

Height...

is a psychological advantage.

I don't need your little
negotiation tricks, Ben.

I have been doing this a while.

Not as long or as successfully
as Robin Archer.

Give him bottled water.

A guy won't tell
a woman that he has to pee,

so he'll end the negotiations
sooner to get to the "loo."

- Seriously?
- And lose the power suit.

It says "I'm afraid that
you don't take me seriously"

"as a woman."

Crank up the heat.

Make the guy sweat. Literally.

And if things get really rough,
pull out pictures

- of your disabled child.
- My...

Your mother with lung cancer,
it makes it impossible

to be a hard-ass.

I got some prop photos I can lend you.

No thank you. Now go.

Find out what foods he's allergic to.

I have a meeting to prepare for, Ben.

That's another thing...
being over-prepared

is a sign of insecurity.

I couldn't find any listings

for Natalie Roberts, Christie Mae Larssen

or whatever else
she might've called herself.

Well, how do you disappear for 20 years?

You get indicted for
an act of domestic terrorism.

She was a founding member of the WFE,

the Warriors For Earth.

They blew up a bunch of bulldozers

to protest the razing of
a section of Golden Gate Park.

I remember that.

I was, like, ten when that happened.

They thought that the area was deserted,

but some security guard
got his legs blown off.

[Sighs]

So what are you gonna do about Christie?

I'm gonna find her.

There's no way I'm letting
this nurse get deported.

Uh, good luck.

That woman's probably halfway
to East Goosebottom by now.

What woman? Hmm?

Ooh, crumpets.

Beth, uh, thank you for coming back.

I need to suspend
the mediation for a few days.

Do you put these out every morning?

- Wh...
- Must be a fortune.

Hmm. So flaky.

[Laughs quietly]

Are you enjoying Benny Grogan?

Excuse me?

I read an announcement he joined the firm.

God, that boy is a reprobate.

- Oh, yeah.
- Don't you agree?

Just a total miscreant. Look.

I... I have a witness who can back
up Cassandre's story.

- Who?
- I can't say.

Is she halfway to East Goosebottom?

They need a little bit more time.

And for the sake of a fair mediation,

I need you to be reasonable.

I am.

I'm representing my client
to the best of my ability.

And I appreciate all
your dipsy-doodling around here,

but the other side has already
agreed they have no case.

See?

I'm going to get another one of these.

- So good.
- You're settling?

We can't afford to go to trial.

She gave the nursing home
a number we can live with.

But what about Cassandre?

Beth wants an admission of negligence.

We'd be too exposed
if Cassandre kept her job.

My first responsibility is to my client.

The nursing home, right? Not Cassandre.

I'm sorry.

Tell me...
[Door closes]

about her.

She is a hand grenade
in a Holly Hobbie dress.

- Why?
- I need her to back off.

I have an innocent woman
that's about to be deported,

and the only person that can vouch for her

is a fugitive named Christie Mae Larssen.

- A fugitive?
- Yeah.

- And you know her whereabouts?
- Sort of.

Then you have to turn her in.

Otherwise, you could be charged
with aiding and abetting.

I will, but I just need her to sign

a statement to save the nurse first.

You're going to track down
a wanted terrorist

to get a signature on a slip-and-fall?

- It's not how it sounds.
- Really?

What word should be different?

You have a relationship with that... Beth,

and I am asking you to use it
to buy me a little more time.

I am not sure that my
"relationship" is an asset here.

Kate, someone at the rest home

had an emergency contact number
for Natalie Roberts.

I did a reverse listing,
got an address in Mountain View.

Oh, that's great.

Ben...

please try.

[Keypad tone]

[Line trilling]

[Cell phone ringing]

[Keypad tone]

You're not avoiding me, are you?

What? No. God, no.

Um, look.

Hypothetically, let's just say someone

tripped over a woman
who was on the lam for a crime

that she committed 20 years ago.

Okay, what did she do?

Property damage,

possibly some assault.

Is the statute of limitations up?

Well, the statute
of limitations doesn't apply

if someone runs away.

But, that being said,

if she has a good attorney

and the victim's not beating a drum,

you could probably get it
knocked down to a few years.

Should I be worried here?

No.

Hey, you want to grab dinner sometime?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. All right.

[Stammering]
I... I gotta go.

[Sighs]

Um.

[Chuckles]

You have done well for yourself.

You too.

Representing rich, old ladies.

Hmm.

Used to be your bread and butter.

You can take the boy out
of the ambulance-chasing...

I need a favor.

You seeing anybody?

The mediator's pretty
when she's not talking.

Hold off on the settlement, Beth.

- What's in it for me, Benny?
- What do you want?

- Let's have dinner.
- No.

You obviously didn't have
much respect for me.

I think that's why we broke up.

Really?

I thought it was because
you're a basket full of crazy.

[Clicks tongue]

It was a "cute" crazy before I met you.

I need closure, Benny.

I need you to explain to me
why it was okay

for you to break my heart
and then evaporate.

I'm thinking maybe somewhere
that serves a souffle.

How about coffee someday?

How about to-day?

[Clears throat]

[Shuts engine off]
[Sighs]

So the other night with Justin,

is that more than a one-time thing?

Can we change the subject?

Sure. We could talk about Ben.

[Chuckling]

Now if you learn to drive,

you could avoid these
conversations all together.

Ah, 230, there it is.

Well, I guess if you're going
to hide out somewhere,

all you need is a nice lawn
and a convenient costco.

Hmm.
[Door closes]

Suitcases?

Christie Mae Larssen!

Give me the keys.

- What?
- Give me the keys. Keys, keys!

You can't drive! It's a terrible idea.

No, it's not. It's a great idea.

[Engine grinding]

What's wrong with your car?

I like to drive with one foot.

That way, you don't hit the gas
and brake at the same time.

[Engine revving]

[Grunts]

[Tires screech]
[Screaming]

- Oh, shazzzbot!
- Ah!

Oh...

[Tires screech]

[Sighs]

Oh!
[Exhales]

Kate?

Kate!
[Cranks brake handle]

- Don't do this.
- Mommy?

Mom?

Are you gonna turn me in?

[Quietly]
All right, go ahead, guys.

Okay. Hey, hey, hey.

Why don't you guys go upstairs, okay?

[Sniffles]
[Footsteps running]

So how does this work?

Do your kids know or your husband?

My kids don't know anything.

Glenn knows.

I had already been underground
for 10 years when we met.

[Water running]

[Kettle clanging]
We settled down, had kids.

I started to believe this day
would never come.

Well...

You don't know me.

I've not done one thing wrong in 20 years,

not a parking ticket. Nothing.

What name am I supposed to call you?

Nobody has called me
Christie in a long time.

You are Christie?

I didn't make those bombs.
I didn't plant them.

I was there. I stood guard.

But then you ran.

When my father had a stroke,

Glenn warned me to stay away
from the hospital.

I just... I just couldn't do it.

I never thought you'd
track me down over a statement.

Yeah, I'd say this is kind of surprising.

[Sniffles]
For both of us.

My kids play soccer.

Do karate.

I drive carpool.
I volunteer at a preschool.

Could you please just walk away from this?

But then I'm aiding and abetting.

When I did this, there was no Patriot Act.

Now they'll call me a terrorist

for standing watch
in an empty parking lot.

They will throw me in jail for 15 years.

What if I can get it down
to just a few years?

Christie, you had to know
this day was coming.

Now it's here.
You can't run from this forever.

Look, um... I want you to sign

this statement for the nurse

with your real name.

And I will help you
turn yourself in the right way.

[Door closes]

I got your text. What's going on?

What's going on? Where are the boys?

They're fine. They're fine.

Hey, it's okay. What's going on?

Glenn, this is Kate Reed.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Don't go anywhere, okay?

I'll try to figure all of this out,

and then I'll be in touch.

It's okay.
[Sobbing]

Metro West has made more money

than all the other small
airlines you have acquired.

Without us, you can't compete
with the top three.

So let's not waste time
with offers and counteroffers.

We want $50 million.

Take it or leave it.

Sounds great, Mrs. Reed.

Could we take a bathroom break?

If you must.

No Archer?

Oh, uh, his flight's been delayed.

He'll be here soon.

- Don't over think it.
- I won't.

Is it warm in here?

You can't just waltz her
into the D.A.'s Office

without a deal.

They'll screw her over.

- No, but Justin said...
- Who cares?

If Davidson gets wind of this case,

he will squeeze all the juice
he can get out of it.

He will put her away forever.

Not if we pre-negotiate a plea first.

Pre-negotiate? How?

We get the terms of the deal first,

before she turns herself in,

or she doesn't come in at all.

You really want to play that
kind of hardball with the D.A.?

I want to get her a fair deal,

and I think that the A.D.A. might listen.

Maybe he owes you a favor.
I wish you luck with that.

Okay, wait, wait, Ben. Um...

I need you to be her lawyer.
I can't do it.

It's a conflict of interest
with the mediation.

And?

And a woman is about to get
deported because of a lie.

Look, don't do it for me.

Just please, I mean, do it for,
um, whatever reason

your little selfish crocodile brain uses.

Just... I don't know. Do it for that.

Okay. Fine.

Tell Christie to get a burner cell phone

and a motel room A.S.A.P.

As soon as she picks a safe location,

I will meet with her as her attorney.

Then only I will get
to know her whereabouts

so you're safe if Justin asks
or forces your hand.

Thank you.

- I owe you one.
- Yes, you do.

And your nursing-home fiesta's

waiting for you in the conference room.

[Mugs clink]

What?

Mind wipe.

She wasn't on her cell phone,

and the witness backs up her story.

I just want this to be over.

Except who's Christie Mae Larssen?

I thought your witness
was named Natalie Roberts?

She is. Um... she was.

They're the same person.

The fugitive from 20 years ago?

Yes, and my partner is
negotiating her surrender...

[Laughs]
as we speak.

I can't take this.

[Chuckles]
You're taking it.

A witness who's been
on the lam for 20 years?

She was there. She saw what happened.

Yes, that's right. She did.

She even signed a statement.

Her whole life is about
to turn upside down,

but she is willing to help Cassandre

while you continue to suck the blood

out of everybody around you,

and for what, honey, huh?

Is it fun for you? Money?

I am loving this fair
and unbiased mediation.

So glad you could do your job

and help us to meet in the middle.

You're lying. She's telling the truth.

I don't want to meet in the middle

because that middle sucks.

So drop the case, sweetheart.

Crawl back into the hole
that you came out of.

Sticks and stones, Ms. Reed.

I'll tell you what.

If and when you have
this fugitive in custody,

I'll accept your affidavit.

But if she disappears
and can't defend her statement,

then we go to trial.

[Clears throat, sighs]

Hey, Justin can see you in 20 minutes.

Oh, good.

Good. Ah, no, no, no.

You get back in here.

No more bull.

What's going on between you and Ben?

Wh...

You are more my friend than you are his.

And this is... this is not a triangle.

This is a... what is this? What is this?

- A line?
- Yes, a line.

A straight line. So out with it.

- I know nothing.
- Who signs your paychecks?

- Lauren.
- Damn it!

Leo, no!

Maybe you should talk to Ben
about the other night.

Why? He doesn't...

What?

He came to my place when you stood him up.

He knows you went to Justin's.

And he knows you slept with Justin.

W... wait a minute.

He came to your place?

Around midnight.

- Because of me?
- It wasn't for me.

You didn't show up. He was upset.

What does he care? I mean, look at Beth.

He's the original destroyer.

You're different.

He said that?

He didn't have to.

Hey.

[Quietly closes door]

[Chuckles]
What's up?

I found... Christie Mae Larssen.

What?

And she wants to turn herself in,

but I need you to pre-negotiate a plea.

A fair one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pre-negotiate?

Are you kidding me?

Listen, she is a completely
different person now.

- She's changed.
- No, Kate. Stop, stop, stop.

I can just have you compelled
to tell me where she is.

Do you ever just stop by to say hello?

But I don't, um, know where she is.

Well, who does?

Um, her attorney.

Oh, come on. Grogan?

- Well...
- Yeah, uh... I...

I help you when I can,
but I won't do this.

You can't ask me for this favor.

Look, look, Justin.
She's already paid the price.

Okay, she wants to come in,

but she shouldn't have to risk your boss

tar and feathering her just
to look good for an election.

Now I am not asking you. I am telling you.

Negotiate a deal
or you will never see her.

I can make the deal without Davidson,

but if this thing blows up,
it is all on me.

Courage is an angel.

Courage is an angel
that makes the difference

between a good life

and a great life.

You said that to me

the first time we spent
the night together.

Now I don't know if
it was the tequila talking,

and you just wanted to see me naked...

It was a little of both.

But I never forgot.

I actually meant it.

You know...

Davidson doesn't play fair,

but you do, you.

So have courage.

[Cell phone rings]

[Keypad tone]
Hi.

She does three years in a medium-security,

pays a $15,000 fine,

and I'll try to keep her at FCI,

so she'll be close to her family.

Oh, Justin. That is awesome.

- Thank you.
- And I'm filing it at 4:59,

so Davidson won't catch it
till tomorrow morning.

That's great, that's great. Thank you.

I'm going to leave in five minutes.

I'll just see you at the courthouse.

Okay.

Did you really invite me

to a cheap motel for coffee, Benny?

I have a meeting with a client.

Hmm. Am I your warm-up?

What do you want, Beth?
[Sighs]

You've changed.

No, same guy. Better suits.

You think different.

Helping people. Christie Mae, fugitive.

Who told you that?

Your partner
at our settlement negotiation.

I had to wonder why would
you take on a lost cause?

Is it because of her?

God, she is such a crusader.
So unlike you.

I have my angles.

Can you just end this hostage situation

and say it already?

You were a terrible person to me.

- I was.
- You made me feel awful.

I did. What do you want, Beth?

Closure.

I screwed you over like I said I would.

I'm sorry that you didn't
believe me. Can I go now?

Not till you tell me what
you're getting out of all this.

Or I'm just going to have to think

it's 'cause of that cute Kate Reed.

Are you whipped, honey?

You didn't believe me when I said

that I wasn't good at relationships,

and you're not believing me
now when I say that

I am getting something out of this.

Prove it.

Hey. Hmm. Here you go.

Wow, nice rorschach.

- I see closure.
- Hmm.

It is hot chocolate. All Beth ever drank.

I am marshmallowy goodness.

Let's just say that

this is what happens when I get

too close to people.

Oh, wow.

Uh, well, for me, divorce happens.

Well, it's probably a good thing

that we didn't have dinner
the other night.

Yeah.

I'd hate to think what
I'd be covered in after you.

Yeah... yeah?

I'm glad you're here.
Natalie's getting anxious.

Can you come talk to her?

Alex's uniform is in the laundry.

You have to wash it
before his belt test on Tuesday.

I remember.

And I didn't pay the extra fee,

so you have to...

Jordon's game on Friday
is at 6:00, not at 5:00.

You want to make sure
that he eats something

- not too heavy 'cause...
- I will.

[Sobbing]

- 5:00 at the courthouse?
- Yeah.

They'll process Natalie,
have her sign papers.

Take her clothes.

You should probably leave
your valuables here.

[Crying]

[Cell phone ringing]

Um...

Hi, we're... we're about to hit the road.

Forget it. Deal's off.

What?

I didn't know about the book deal.

Uh, what are you talking about?

Don't play dumb with me, Kate!
Don't do that!

I'm... I'm not.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You don't know about
the publisher making a deal

on the memoirs for Christie Mae Larssen?

I don't know anything about this, I swear.

Well, somebody called Davidson with a tip.

We don't make lenient deals with felons

who profit off their crimes, Kate.

Davidson says it's 20 years,

or she can take her chances at trial.

20 years?

Justin, if I tell her this,

she's going to hit the road
and never look back.

No, she won't.

Oh, um.

The police is here. Close the curtain.

God.

Uh, look, Justin.

- The deal can't be off.
- The deal is off?

Look, this was my ass on the line,

- and you knew it!
- I...

Maybe you didn't make this book deal.

No, I...

But you're not her only lawyer, are you?

[Groans]

You son of a bitch.

A book deal?

- Wait, what's going on?
- What do we do?

- What do we do?
- I...

Legally, we can't tell you to run, right?

Right. Right. We can't.

Uh, we... we can't tell you and Glenn

to, um, oh... we can't tell you...

oh, we can't tell you to climb
out the bathroom window

and then just run.

We can't tell you to keep
the burner cell phone on

so we can call you

whenever we figure this out.

- We can't tell you any of that.
- Yeah.

This is against the law to leave.

Do you understand? Do you get it?
Do you understand?

[Knocking door]
[Gasps]

- Open the door! Now!
- Police!

Open up!

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Appreciate the work you do.

Oh, yeah, so sorry we couldn't
help you guys out.

Bye-bye.

A book deal?

It was supposed to stay
under wraps until after...

How could you do something so stupid?

You told me to use
my crocodile brain, so I did.

So then you did it to screw Justin over.

This has nothing to do with Justin.

Well, then you did it to screw me over

because I slept with Justin.

I... I guess that I you knew

because there were, like, 100 innuendos.

I stood you up that night because

I was having sex with Justin instead.

All right? There. Big secret is out.

- Can we just move on.
- I would love to move on.

- By the way, Natalie...
- Christie.

She prefers to go by Natalie...

wanted to write a book
for her kids to show them

how people can change and
to explain who she really is.

She's giving all the proceeds to charity.

And then to you?

I'm taking 10%.

I normally take 30%.

[Groans]

And that doesn't really matter
now, does it?

If you and Natalie

were the only ones who knew
about the book,

then who tipped Davidson off?

I know who.

We have to stop meeting like this.

So did you finally get closure?

Come again?

I told you about the book deal

I was getting Christie Mae Larssen

and you tipped off D.A. Davidson.

- Why would I do that?
- I don't know.

Are you shallow enough to do it
to win your slip-and-fall

or was it just pure evil?

Like most things, I'd say it's a mix.

I treated you like crap. I did.

There was no class in the way
that I ended it,

but you can't say it was unpredictable.

You think pre-disclosing you're a jackass

gets you off the hook.

It doesn't. You gave me hope that...

What? What?

That it was an act.

It's not.

I deserve a hot chocolate apron

or whatever karmic payback's
coming my way,

but, Beth, that woman did nothing to you.

And you changed her life and
her kids' lives permanently.

And she'll never get a deal now.

If she runs, I win.

Maybe it is that simple.

Winning's not everything.

Wow.

Looks like a woman finally got
under Ben Grogan's skin.

I'm just sorry it wasn't me.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

Oh, the principal's office.

It was an end run!

You were deliberately
trying to hide this from me.

What do you want from us?

I want Christie Mae Larssen
to stand trial for her crimes.

She won't come in without a deal.

Let me explain something to you.

You have no leverage here.

You don't bring her back to me,
I'll put you in jail.

Go ahead. I don't know where she is.

Right. Right.

Okay. Well, I guess I'll just
have to let the press know

that A.D.A. Patrick here was conspiring

with his ex-wife to cut a deal
with a known terrorist.

Oh, come on. She's not a terrorist.

She will be when I say she is.

You see, people don't think like you do.

They think like me.

You got in touch with her once.

You can do it again.

Oh, don't look at him.
He can't help you out.

Tell her.

You were harboring a fugitive, Kate.

I was representing a fugitive.

No, he was representing a fugitive.

You were an accessory after the fact.

Which makes you subject
to the same penalties

Ms. Christie's original crime...

Then charge her! See if that sticks.

If you don't tell us where she is,

I will charge you.

And believe me, it will stick.

She's not coming in.
She's as good as gone.

Oh, and that's right.

We're going to have to tell her

that the original plea agreement
is back on the table.

You can't offer a bogus deal.

No, but you can.

Make the call.

Excuse me. I have an appointment.

Oh. Nice, Justin.

Can you write the number down?

Yeah.

Let's go!

[Sirens wail]

Hiding in plain sight. Clever.

She was staying near her kids.

You got a unit around the back?

Just rolled up. They're boxed in.

Christie Mae Larssen! Open up!

You got kids?

Wow. Must be fun for them.

Again.

Break it down.

[Water bubbling]

You tipped them off.

I've been with you the whole time.

How could I have done that?

House is empty, sir.

You just made a big mistake.

- Arrest her.
- Okay.

Wait. Wait. My favorite show is on.

[Clears throat]
I never miss an episode.

The District Attorney's Office
is proud to announce

a moment of public healing.

Nothing can undo
what was done 20 years ago,

but amends can be made.

This afternoon at 5:22 P.M.,

Christie Mae Larssen, in the company

of her family and her attorney,

voluntarily turn herself into custody.

And it is in the spirit
of this cooperation

that D.A. Davidson and myself have agreed

to offer Ms. Larssen a plea
of three years jail time

and 1,000 hours community service.

Because even in
this volatile election season,

justice should always trump politics.

Christie Mae Larssen has also arranged

a deal to write a book
about her experiences.

- The proceeds of which will...
- Oh, do you see that?

...benefit people with disabilities.

- That's all I have for now.
- Yay.

[Turns TV off]

So anyway, were you going to arrest me?

If not, can I go ahead
and get a lift back?

This is going to get ugly real fast.

Mm, yeah. Ugly.

And that's what people want in a D.A.

And you know people.

You know what? Nevermind.

I'm going to cab it.

- Night, Ben.
- Hey.

How'd it go with Archer?

He rescheduled.

Did he say why?

He didn't have to.

Keeping me waiting all day
was part of his strategy.

Probably thought I'd unravel.
Second-guess myself.

But you didn't.

Of course not.

I have complete confidence in my strategy.

"Never let 'em see you sweat."

"Never let them see anything."

Good advice. Machiavelli?

Cruella De Vil.

[Laughs evilly]

Night.

- Hey.
- Hi.

So Natalie's in the system.

It was a fair sentence,
but it's still going to be

a long three years away from her kids.

Ah, well, it's okay.
Little kids don't remember jack.

At least she doesn't have to run anymore.

Oh, I think running's much easier.

Kate? Hi.

Hey!

You looked great out there,
A.D.A. Patrick!

- Thanks, man, you too.
- Thank you.

Are you ready?

- Yeah.
- See you.

Okay.

Oh, thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

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