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Hello?

- Turn him over.
- Is he alive?

Can you hear me?

Hey.

Hey. Where are you?
I've been calling for an hour.

Lorna, you're not my wife anymore.

Thanks for that, Mick,

I still get confused.
Some days, I think I am your wife.

Others, I'm more like your mother.

Don't do that. Think I can't tell
when you're holding the phone away?

What I am is a person
who runs this practice,

what's left of it anyway,

and as such,
I need to be able to reach you.

Okay, you reached me. What's the problem?

We got a call from Judge Holder.

- She wants to meet with you ASAP.
- The Chief Judge?

Technically, the presiding judge.
Tell me you're not sleeping with her.

No. Why would you even say that?

The only reason you'd be called
to the private chambers of a female judge

is, A, you have a case before her,
or B, you have a personal relationship.

And since
you haven't had any cases for a year...

I never even met the woman.

- She wants to meet with you now.
- But she didn't say what it was about?

No. But can we please
allow for the possibility

this might be positive?

Maybe she wants
to assign you a case pro bono.

- Work begets work.
- Well, maybe.

Mick?

Still here.

Drive one of the Lincolns.

They're in storage.

Get one out of storage.
The Lincoln becomes you.

And you become you.

Should this present as a real opportunity,
you gotta go in there full Mickey Haller.

All right.

Hey!

Hey.

You've got Hayley tonight.
Just calling to remind.

'Cause you think I'll forget?

Six o'clock, okay? Not 6:10. Not 6:05.

Who's the lucky guy? Do I know him?

6:00 p.m. sharp, Mickey.

I got it.

Hey, what can you tell me
about Judge Mary Holder?

Why?

I don't know.
She called me to her chambers.

- Did you do something?
- No, I haven't done something.

Then why would she call you to chambers?

I don't know, which is why I'm asking.
What can you tell me about her?

She's got a bug up her ass
the size of the legal canon of ethics,

which makes me think
you've done something.

- Thanks.
- Wait, Mickey...

I'll see you tonight.

He's done something.

Oh, hello, Mick.

- Lorna.
- I was driving this way anyway.

- No. You're checking up.
- Says who?

You look good.
I have always loved this one.

What are you doing here?

This could be a very big deal.

She's the presiding judge.
So I came down to gather intel.

And?

Most of her work is administrative,
which judge goes where and so forth.

And?

And... she assigns cases.

- If that's what this is about...
- You don't want me to blow it.

I'm just saying,
whatever this is, it has to go well. Okay?

Mr. Haller, I presume.

Judge Holder.

I don't believe we've met before.

No, Your Honor.

Well, come on then.

The Lincoln Lawyer,
that what they call you?

Some do, yes.

Or did.

Why?

Mainly worked out of my car.
Going from court to court.

All the driving and so forth.

Being ready
to flee the jurisdiction if need be.

Never fled the jurisdiction.

Have a seat.

What's your relationship
with Jerry Vincent?

Jerry Vincent?

Uh, I used to go up against him
back when he was a prosecutor.

And he switched sides.

He was murdered last night.

Excuse me?

Shot dead in his car.

What?

If you were close,
please accept my condolences,

but that's not why you're here.

Were you close?

I mean, friendly. Colleagues, mostly.

He left you his practice.

I beg your pardon?

Mr. Vincent filed a motion
with the court ten days ago

that allowed for the transfer
of his entire practice to you,

should he become
incapacitated or deceased.

- He never discussed this with you?
- No.

Well, last night he became deceased,
which means what was his is now yours.

Including the Trevor Elliott trial.

You have heard of that?

The tech guy
who killed his wife and her boyfriend.

Allegedly.

Of course.

That's now my case?

They're all your cases, Mr. Haller.

You might not get to keep them.

Every client
has a right to move on to another attorney

once apprised of Mr. Vincent's demise.

What it does mean is you get first shot.

Assuming I'm satisfied
that Mr. Vincent's clients

are being transferred
to a replacement counsel

of good standing and competent skill.

As far as I can tell,

you haven't had
any cases in quite some time.

Yeah. I was in an accident
about 18 months ago.

Surfing, if you can believe it.

I had multiple surgeries
and, well, there were complications.

Complications?

I took painkillers. Got addicted to 'em.
But that's over now. I got help.

Got clean. So whatever concerns
you may have about my reputation, I...

It's my reputation I'm concerned about.
I'm the one that has to sign off on you.

Or not.

Why you?

Of all the lawyers out there.

Honestly, Your Honor, I have no idea.

Well, if you were to guess?

Well, as I said,
Jerry and I were friendly,

we trusted each other.

And second, though this is subjective,

when I am right, there's no better
criminal defense attorney in Los Angeles

and Jerry knew that
from personal experience.

And you think you're right now?

I do.

This is an order

transferring
Mr. Vincent's practice to you.

I can rescind it just as fast.

I will be monitoring you, Mr. Haller.

I want an updated inventory of cases
by the beginning of next week.

After that, a bi-weekly status update

of every case on which
you will remain counsel.

- Am I clear?
- I won't let you down, Your Honor.

Don't let your clients down.

I suggest
you get to Mr. Vincent's office right now.

The police are, no doubt, searching it

and probably
invading their privacy as we speak.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Good luck, Mr. Haller.

Well, did you get a case?

I just got a lot of them.

Including Trevor Elliott.

What?

I need to meet the clients,

get their sign-offs,
but I might be back, Lorna.

I might actually be back.

What did I tell you
about positive visualization?

You wake up, not a single client.

Now, you are repping a guy
like Trevor Elliott in a murder trial.

If he decides to keep me.

Positive thinking, Mickey.
Positive thinking.

- Floor is closed, folks.
- We have business on this floor.

- Not today, you don't.
- Talk to the judge.

Need to see some ID.

You know, you don't
help yourselves being dicky-do's.

Just saying.

- Can I help you?
- Mickey Haller. I'm an attorney.

I've taken over Mr. Vincent's practice.

You need to come back tomorrow.
This is a crime scene. It's sealed off.

The crime scene
was a parking garage, not this office.

There are client files here
I need to access and apparently safeguard.

What'd you say your name was?

Mickey Haller.
This is Lorna Crane. She works with me.

Well, Mickey Haller and Lorna Crane,

I need you to both leave. Now.

- Dicky-do's, I'm telling you.
- What was that?

That wasn't meant for you.
But if you heard me, you heard me.

You're contaminating
a crime scene. You can't be here.

This order
will confirm I've been appointed

by the presiding judge
of the Superior Court

as replacement counsel
to Jerry Vincent's clients.

That means his cases are now my cases,

and you have no right
to be in here looking through files.

That's attorney-client privilege.

Mr. Vincent's been murdered.
The motive could be in one of these files.

- Even if that were the case...
- Counselor...

Just read the order, Detective.

Your crime scene is out in the garage

and no judge in LA would extend it
to this office and these files.

You say this gives you
all of Mr. Vincent's cases?

That's right.

- Then that puts you on our list.
- Come again.

Our suspect list.

He's dead and you get the whole business?

That's motive, ask me.

Care to tell us where you were
last night between 8:00 and midnight?

You got me, Detective. You got me.

I killed Jerry. Case closed, everybody.

Clearly you've done this before.

Are you gonna get out of here,
or do I need to call the judge?

Yeah.

- Guys.
- Nice to meet you, too.

- Bye.
- Let's go.

Leave everything.

What?

All right. Come on.

Sometimes I think
they teach it in the academy,

how to piss people off.

When you think of all the bad blood
between the people and police,

you'd think "how not to piss people off"
would be in the curriculum.

How would you feel about me hiring Cisco?

Ha!

Mickey.

He's a good investigator.
One of the best I've worked with.

Working with your ex-wife is one thing,

hiring her boyfriend
is pushing it, even for you.

If Trevor Elliott decides to keep me,

I'm gonna need to move fast

with an investigator
I can trust, and Cisco...

Yeah, Mickey Haller.

Yes, sir. 2:00 p.m. As in 2:00 p.m. today?

Yes, sir, I'll be there. Thank you.

Who was that?

It's Judge Canter's clerk.
It seems Jerry has a trial today.

- What?
- Yep.

- Are you gonna eat your sandwich?
- No, Lorna, you can have it.

Thank you. Run.

Hey.

- I'm covering for Jerry Vincent.
- Oh, I heard.

Sorry. What's the name?

Haller. Mickey Haller.

And your client's name?

Right.

It's, uh... Letts, first name Izzy.

I think it's a theft.

That would be Marc Daniels,

who I'm covering for,
so that's actually mine.

- Grand theft, by the by.
- Obviously I'm gonna need a continuance.

Obviously I'm not gonna give it to you.

- What?
- I got out-of-town witnesses.

I'd rather they be pissed off
with the judge or you than me,

especially if I wanna get them back.

LA-292587. People vs. Izzy Letts.

And we're on.

Sarah Shepard
for the People, Judge. Ready for trial.

Mickey Haller
for the defendant, Your Honor.

I'll be with you in one second.
May I approach?

Your Honor, Mr. Vincent
unexpectedly passed yesterday.

I'm filing in.

My sincere condolences.
When will you be ready?

- Well...
- Don't be greedy.

It's a bench trial with two witnesses.

Out-of-town witnesses,
who I'll lose with a continuance.

How's tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Look at the file.

If you feel like
you can't be ready, let me know.

Step back.

This case is continued
until tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.

- Wait, what?
- Sir?

Your Honor,
we flew down here from San Francisco.

- This is not fair.
- I'm afraid we have an emergency.

What about the victims?
We had an emergency.

My wife was attacked, for God's sake.

She had her necklace
violently snatched off her person.

And the court is sympathetic,
but it's unavoidable.

This case is pushed over
until tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

Victims have no rights in this process.

- Yeah. Excuse me.
- That's what she stole?

At least your client has taste.

- Mickey Haller. I'm your attorney.
- Where's Jerry?

Why don't we go someplace we can talk?

He was such a nice man.

He wasn't even charging me.

At least, not yet.

Why would somebody kill him?

I don't know.
The police are still gathering evidence.

What kind of world is this?

I got to be ready
on your case by tomorrow.

- So anything...
- I did not attack her.

I snatched the necklace and ran.
I did not attack her.

Okay. And is there a reason
Jerry didn't try to plead this?

'Cause they wanted two years.
And Jerry said it was excessive.

He thought with a trial,
I could at least impress the judge

with my extenuating circumstances.

Which are?

I'm a good person. Who had a drug problem.

It wasn't me who stole that necklace,

so much as
somebody I don't even recognize.

Somebody who's gone.

I went through rehab.

I'm in recovery.

I believe you.

But I don't know
if that other person's ever really gone.

Mine was oxy.

You?

Same, basically.

Heroin.

Which I switched to
when I couldn't afford the oxy anymore.

So, Jerry planned to put you up there?

Uh-huh.

And introduce
my good personhood status into evidence.

The trial is tomorrow, you say?

Bench trial,
two witnesses. I think I'm good.

Mickey.

Call Marvin Beedleman,
tell him I need a favor.

He's pushing 80,
you might have to remind him he owes me.

Got anything on Trevor Elliott?

Jerry took a retainer of $625,000,
most of which seems to be gone.

He's due another 450 at trial.
Non-refundable.

- Wow.
- I know. It's like a year's worth of DUIs.

It's a franchise case.

- Who's the judge?
- James P. Stanton.

He's an ex-defense attorney,
so that's good. Are you almost there?

- Your appointment's at 3:00.
- I'm pulling up.

Do we know for sure Elliott
hasn't already hired another lawyer?

Don't worry
about any other lawyer. Just go.

All right.

Hey.

Your name?

Haller. Mickey Haller.

Nice car, man.

Thanks.

- Thank you.
- I got it.

Mr. Haller.

Go right up. He's waiting for you.

Sure you don't need anything? Water...

I'm fine. Thank you.

Mr. Elliott's in his office?

His office? No.

Mr. Elliott.

Mickey Haller. How you doing?

Mr. Elliott?

I stand trial
for murder next week.

My attorney's just been shot dead.

You can probably
imagine how I might be doing.

Do they know anything? Any suspects?

Not to my knowledge, no.

I'm told
they wanna interview all of his clients.

Obviously, I wouldn't
advise you talk to them

while this other matter is pending.

What, are they gonna
charge me with killing Jerry too?

Why not? It's open fucking season.

So, who are you?
How come I've never heard of you?

You've never heard of me

because I make it
a practice not to be heard of.

Celebrity lawyers
bring too much attention to their clients.

I don't operate that way.

Now as my case manager explained,
Jerry transferred his practice to me.

If you look at the contract
of representation you signed with him,

you'll see it allowed Jerry
to discuss your case with me.

Did he? Discuss it with you?

No. The point
I'm making, Jerry trusted me.

It doesn't mean I have to.

No, it does not.

- It's Mickey, is it?
- That's right.

You play any basketball, Mickey?

- A little bit.
- I don't.

Not really.

I love to watch though.

But it always drove me crazy

seeing great players
struggle with free throws.

It's the one thing you can control.
Every shot, exactly the same.

Take your time, line it up.

And yet,
time and chance happen to them all.

I don't mean to be an asshole.

Or maybe I do.
We were set to go to trial next week.

I've been waiting
five months to clear my name.

- I understand.
- Do you?

You understand
what it's like for an innocent man

to have to wait and wait
to have his day in court?

To have to read all the lies
and the bullshit in the media,

to have to wear
a fucking ankle bracelet 24/7.

- You understand all of that?
- I've dealt with clients wrongly accused.

Do not handle me.

Okay. I'll get
right to the punchline then.

Jerry Vincent was an excellent attorney.

- I'm better.
- So you say.

- So would say Jerry.
- Maybe. If he were here, which he is not.

- I get your frustration.
- I asked you not to handle me.

Before I consider you,
I need to know you'd be ready next week,

'cause I am not pushing this.

Not for another week.
Not for another fucking day.

- I could be ready.
- You're up to speed on the case?

I will be.
If I'm not prepared, I'll tell you.

But I'm confident
you won't have to delay the trial.

You're confident
you have to tell me that to get the job.

All right.

I need to think about this.

That's a good idea. Have me checked out.

Take your time. Not too much.

The longer you wait,

the greater the chance
the judge will push your trial back.

If you go with me,
I'll make sure that won't happen.

Your sales skills
are admirable, I'll give you that.

Criminal defense
is what I do, Mr. Elliott.

I do it very well. You have my numbers.

I've lost everything,
you understand that, Mickey?

My life, my reputation...

worst of all, my wife.

Who I very much did love.

I get it.

You get nothing. Not yet.

You think you just hit the lottery,
but I'm telling you... not yet.

Next week?
That is impossible.

It was a deal-breaker.

First, let's land him,

then maybe
I can talk him into a continuance.

That has to go.

- What?
- Nothing.

I'm gonna need a driver.

I need this time to be going over files.

I was thinking
maybe Quintero. Is he around?

Still doing time in Corcoran, I heard.

Well, what about Stevie?

Stevie is a terrible driver.
Nobody's getting in the car with him.

All right. Put the word out, will ya?

I'm pulling in. See you in a second.

Jesus. You scared
the shit out of me, Cisco.

What the hell
are you even doing here, man?

Lorna said you wanted to hire me.

Not for this, Cisco.
To work on the Trevor Elliott case.

The police'll handle
who killed Jerry Vincent.

You're giving me a heart attack, man.

You could have given me one.

Sorry.

So, Trevor Elliott, huh? That's a big get.

Yeah, if I get him.

I haven't nailed down the gig.

I need to be able
to tell him something good.

Something to make him wanna hire me.

Have you seen the file?

Some. Two dead people.
He was at the scene. Not exactly stellar.

Yeah, well,
I gotta offer "stellar" somehow.

Maybe Maggie can give us
some inside baseball on the State's case.

Oh, shit. Maggie.

Damn it.

You can go, Mom.
I'll be fine till he gets here.

I'm not going.

Think I'm okay
to be by myself for a half-hour.

The world hasn't gotten that dangerous.

- Not happening.
- I'm hoping to have a nice time tonight.

My chances are better
if Dad's in a good mood,

and the chances of that are better

if you don't rip him a new one
for being 15 minutes late.

There he is.

- I'm sorry.
- Really?

Hi, Dad.

Sorry.

Sorry, Mags.

- You look good. Sorry.
- You gave me your word. 6:00 p.m.

I know.

You really wanna
get back to joint custody? Step one...

Maggie, I'm here now.

How about we deal
with you and me later, all right?

- I'll pick you up in the morning.
- Okay.

- I love you.
- Love you, too.

Hey.

If you're gonna treat me like shit,

have the decency
to not look so amazing while doing it.

Uh-uh.

Hello.

- How are you, baby? You good?
- I'm good.

- Ready? Have your bag?
- Yeah.

He had a sense
what was coming, Jerry.

I don't know.

Well, he files a motion ten days ago.

Transfer his practice
in case of his death.

Look, let's just focus
on Elliott for now, okay?

Mickey's not really serious
about trying this case next week, is he?

Technically, it's nine days.
Okay, I said the same thing,

but cases like this
don't come around often.

And Mickey needs this. He needs something.

He's okay with... You know?

Um...

- I take it you haven't told him.
- I just haven't found the right moment.

So, you didn't
actually go in the water?

No.

You know that nightmare I have?

It's not so much of me almost drowning,

it's of you.

Leaving you behind,
that's the part that always gets me.

- Dad...
- What?

You had an accident.

You're not
the first surfer it's happened to

and I'm not the first kid
to have something bad happen to a parent.

You are tough. You are tough.

Just like your mom.

Don't get quite
as tough as her, okay?

- I'll try not to.
- Well, good.

She's worried about you.

She said that?

She thinks it might be
some mid-life thing on top of the pills.

Is it?

Well, maybe a little.

What do you mean?

Mija, two failed marriages,
busted law practice,

six months in rehab...

You hit the jackpot
with your daughter. Come on...

Hey.

When I look back,
I always wanted to be a defense lawyer,

ever since I was a kid watching my dad.

The stuff they teach you in law school,
how the system's supposed to work.

You get out there and it's all just muddy.

Everybody's working an angle.

Everybody lies.

After a while you wonder
if you're doing any good at all.

You know Mom never feels that way, right?
She just puts bad people away.

Your mom's a true believer.

That's what makes her
so great at what she does.

But you're not?

I was. I think I still am.

Look, I believe that in our system,
everyone is innocent until proven guilty.

Now, when the State
points the finger at you,

well, I'm all you got.

Now what?

Are you kidding me?

Sorry to intrude.

This better be good, Detective.

It's important.

We really gotta see Jerry Vincent's files.

I realize
you have attorney-client privilege.

DA says you probably
have the right to shut us down.

Seriously? I knew this guy.

I really need you
to see what we're up against.

It's a kill shot to the head, very clean.

Whoever pulled the trigger
picked up the shell casings too.

Someone targeted Jerry Vincent

and they didn't
take his wallet or his cash.

They took his bag with his laptop.

Now, the question is, what was on there?
What did he know that got him killed?

If the answer's any place,
it's probably in his files.

I wish I could
help you, Detective, I really do.

I'm asking you to help yourself.

You're at risk, Counselor.

You could be next.

Was Jerry involved
with wise guys or cartel guys?

I doubt it, he was straight ahead.

- Ex-prosecutor.
- Maybe it's someone he put in prison.

One second.

Yeah, I thought about that.
Comb through the files.

Look for any hint of threats,
clients, ex-clients, everybody, all right?

I'm on it.

In the meantime, Elliott gave us access

to his house in Malibu
where the murders happened.

It's important we get a true picture.

I'll shoot you the address.
Let's meet there around noon.

This means we have the case?

Not yet. The more we learn
the better our chances.

- Where are you right now?
- Heading into trial.

Marvin.

- Oh! Mickey!
- Thanks for coming. I appreciate this.

Why wouldn't I?

When the greatest person
I ever met asks for my help,

I give my help.

How's Eleanor?

Oh, she's absolutely fantastic
is how she is. And she sends her love.

Send my love to her. Thank you.

LA-292587. People vs. Izzy Letts.

Be with you in a second.

Mickey Haller, Judge,
asks that we approach?

Please tell me you're ready.

- Almost, Judge.
- Mr. Haller.

Actually, Judge.

At the risk
of further antagonizing Mr. Holt,

maybe we call him up for the sidebar?

- Excuse me?
- What's going on?

A bit unorthodox,
but in the best interests

of judicial economy and justice.

Take 30 seconds.

Mr. Holt.

Could you approach the bench?

How you doin'?
All right, I'll make this quick.

My client is charged with grand theft.

Which under Section 487 of the Penal Code

means the value
of the stolen object exceeds $950.

Your Honor,
that necklace is worth what, $400, tops?

What?

I've taken few payments
in diamonds and gold,

developed a pretty good eye.

But to be sure, Judge,

I also brought with me
an expert on the matter.

That is Marvin Beedleman. He's a jeweler.

He can give us a pretty quick appraisal.

The District Attorney
might want to get one of her own.

Guessing your wife
doesn't know it's a knock-off?

I, of course, don't want to upset her.

Are you kidding me?

I am not. I am not.

Even if it is a knock-off, the defendant
thought she was stealing the real thing.

You have a witness
to testify as to her state of mind?

Did you not have the necklace appraised?

We have the appraisal
from his insurance company.

Might open up a whole new can of fraud.

I could be wrong, of course.

Miss Shepard, any thoughts
on how you might like to play this?

Completely dismissed? I get to just go?

Well, unless the DA
decides to prosecute the Holts

and you get called
as a witness against them,

but I don't think that'll happen.

Oh, my God.

Didn't even have to get up there

and testify
as to what a nice person you are.

I don't know how to thank you.
I will pay you one day, I promise.

You pay me now.

I'm broke.
I don't have a nickel to my name.

Have a driver's license?

Excuse me?

What do you mean you hired her?

I told you I needed a driver,
and she can drive.

I'm actually a good driver.

She's actually a good driver, Lorna.

It wouldn't kill you
to work from an office.

Too much structure.
I gotta work while I'm on the move.

- Didn't you say she's an addict?
- Former. Who am I to judge? Turn right.

I'm almost there. Call you back.

Mickey, no...

- Maggie.
- Hi, Lorna. Nice to see you.

Um, thank you, and likewise.
You look pretty.

Something I can help you with?

We both care for him, Lorna.

And I mean, I'm happy

for all this positive
turn of events for Mickey...

But?

But taking over a high-profile murder
for a lawyer who was just gunned down

for God knows what reason,
do we really think this is a good idea?

The wolf is at the door, Maggie.

I have been holding his practice together
with string and glue.

His life is bigger
than just his law career.

He needs to get back on his feet first.
His daughter needs him back on his feet.

I know, and this could be
the thing that gets him there.

For the first time in a year,
he's alive again.

And you know Mickey.

The only thing he likes more than a fight

is a fight
with one hand tied behind his back.

I'll be about 15 minutes.

Sounds good.

Welcome to the jungle.

Remind me.
We're never bringing the jury here.

They'll hate this guy and we're doomed.

Wife was there on the bed.

Boyfriend there on the floor.

Police think Elliott stood at the door.
Maybe watching them fuck...

Fornicate for a while
before he came in and shot 'em.

Murder weapon was never found.

Probably out there in the ocean.

I don't know, Mick.
You're good, but this good?

If they could place Elliott here.

Motive all over. Positive gunshot residue.

Has he given you his story?

Hey, listen, there's something else.

What?

I know you're okay
with me seeing Lorna and shit.

At least you say you're okay with it.

Lorna's been meaning
to tell you when the time is right,

but somehow,

I suspect the time
might never be right for her,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Me and Lorna,

we're gonna get married.

Ah.

What do you mean, "Ah"?
What is "Ah"? Is it okay with you?

I'm not part of the equation, Cisco.

But I wanna know, is it okay with you?

Do you love her?

With all my heart.

Then it's all right with me.

But I'll tell you, Cisco.

She's one of the four
most important people in my life.

- Should you ever hurt her...
- Of course I would never.

She's the greatest thing ever.

Who's the fourth?

What?

You said four people.

Hayley, Maggie, Lorna and...

Who's the fourth?

Mickey Haller.

Yes, uh... Yes, I'll be there.

Trevor Elliott has summoned me.

You checked out well.

High-performing trial lawyer,
much better than Jerry according to most.

Until you went off the deep end
and became a drug addict.

I'm not an addict now.

Listen, Mickey. The thing about this case,

I need to win it in court

and I need to win
in the court of public opinion.

The world is quick to cancel these days.

Just take a look at my Twitter feed.

I need a lawyer
who can get me my freedom back

and my name back.

Are you that lawyer?

No.

No, all I can do
is get you a "Not guilty."

I can't deliver you a finding of innocent.

The courts don't work that way.
Not guilty, best I can do.

And you can get that? For sure?

Depends on what I have to work with.

- I didn't kill them.
- I didn't ask you.

But I need you to know, I didn't.

All right, here's the deal, Trevor.

I can win almost any case
as long as I know what I'm dealing with.

Right now, I don't.

So you lie to me,

I don't want your case,
however much I might need it.

Okay.

Okay.

I was as far from cool
as you can get in high school.

Girls wouldn't give me the time of day,
but I could always talk to Zelda.

Real life sucked.

But video games, they mattered.

Then I met Lara.

She was different.
She was beautiful, she was brilliant.

And she loved me.

We're just out of grad school,
the game industry was exploding.

But the problem that nobody
could get around was the uncanny valley.

Uncanny what?

If you're trying
to make something humanlike,

the human brain
will reject it unless it's almost perfect.

You know,
video game characters were close to real,

but not close enough.

Especially in the eyes,
the eyes always gave it away.

But the closer the characters resemble us,

the more connection we feel,
the more we wanna play.

That's the uncanny valley.
And I was the one who crossed it.

Working out of my garage.

One script, maybe 100 lines of code,

changed everything.

The girl in the game.

Nocturna.

That was our first big hit.

It's what put us on the map.

And, yes,
I modeled the character after Lara.

It's fair to say that her DNA

is in everything
this company has ever done.

We were a team.

I didn't know she was cheating on me.

Looking back at it,
I was working all the time,

I was traveling too much,
and she grew resentful.

Angry.

I went out to the house
that day to surprise her.

And instead...

I will never get that
out of my head as long as I live.

I found her like that.
My own wife. My best friend.

And that fucking yoga instructor.

And everyone thinks I killed her,

but the truth is
if I had found them alive,

I wouldn't even have left her.

I would have begged her
to come back to me because I need her.

People say I'm a genius.
The code I wrote, they call it magic.

Lara was the magic.
She was the inspiration.

Without her,
I would still be sitting in my garage.

I never could have killed her

because without her...

I have no magic.

That's what you're dealing with.
Can you work with that?

I can win with that.

- You can win with that?
- I can.

- You can win with that next week?
- I can.

Then you're hired.

- Well?
- We got it.

- We got the case?
- Lots of work to do, Lorna.

- We need to keep our heads.
- Oh, my God.

Lots of work.
Tell Cisco to meet me at the office.

Mickey...

See you in a few.

You okay?

Your eyes look like they're about to cry.

Uh, just allergies.

Your eyes
should be on the road, by the way.

You really okay?

Never been better.
Take the turn up here, will you?

Um...

What? Is something wrong?

Yeah, we're being followed.