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- That'll be all for now.

Please remember

that Mr. Marzili's plane lands at 10 this evening.

It is imperative that you are on time.

- Yes.

- You make a sound now, I'll slit your fucking throat.

It's going to happen to you whether you want it to or not,

rich bitch.

- Yes, yes, oh that's it! Harder! Harder!

- Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away,

a man turned water into wine.

Subsequently that very same man turned wine into his blood.

Now for us mere mortals, it begins with digging a hole.

No hole, no grapes. No grapes, no wine.

Unfortunately,

I've been forced to dig and dig, hole after hole.

And I have the dirt under my nails to prove it.

For me, wine is about my family, my blood family,

my work family.

Wine connects us.

My wine is exquisite, but my blood is all that matters.

- Good morning Miss McCullough,

Your nine o'clock is waiting for you in the box.

- Happy birthday.

- They're beautiful. You remembered, thank you.

- Enjoy

- Looks like everything is in order.

I haven't seen many contracts signed with red ink.

- I'm fond of the symbolism.

My mother always said the devil is in the details.

- Hm.

You've made the right decision,

trusting us with your legal needs. Mr. Sousa.

Welcome to McCullough and associates.

- This is Othello.

- "It's me. Am I interrupting?"

- Not at all. Just...vetting some prospects.

- "My meeting with Mr. Sousa has been extended

to accommodate his indecisiveness."

- Hm just like a redneck in a gun store.

- "Unfortunately."

- Mh-hm.

- "I'll be heading out a little early today.

So in regards to our little situation..."

- I'm on it, just as soon as I'm done here.

- "Also, please put Mr. Sousa on the books

before you leave for the day."

- All right. Consider it done.

- "Thank you."

- Should I keep going?

- I don't recall telling you to stop.

- How knowledgeable are you about wine?

- I know the most important thing: the older the better.

- It's the minutia, it's sediment, legs, nose.

The ultimate experience.

- So the small things.

- Trust me, sugar, there's nothing small about it.

Not by a long shot.

- Is that so?

- Well, that was an unusually expedited visit.

- I just got here.

I figured I would touch base before I went in.

- Right or you're procrastinating.

- Call it what you want.

- Well, it seems they're enjoying an early dinner.

- Were the twins able to verify the numbers?

- A little over a hundred thousand dollars.

And that's just the ones that we know about.

- That's impressive.

- It's too much. And now Senator Young?

What the hell ever happened to professional courtesy?

- These are different times.

Are we a go or what?

- Go.

- Alrighty, mama bear.

- Oh yeah! Oh God bless America! Yes!

Wow. That was great.

- Well, I have got to hand it to you, little lady.

You are definitely worth your weight in gold.

That thing you did with your fingers. Goddamn girl.

So I was told one an hour. That's six grand.

Hell, I have paid more for less.

- I'm sorry.

- I hurt you, didn't I?

You know, in my defense, I did try to warn you.

You know, some women just aren't used to the size.

- No! No, no, no.

It's not that, just forget it.

It's no one else's problem.

- Well, I'm a problem solver.

Pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself.

- Look, we had such a nice night.

- Oh, listen, honey, I got a busy morning to prep for.

Now, what is it?

- They've got me working 16 hour days

for the last six months.

And for what?

You know, I barely make out with 5%

and I do a hundred percent of the work.

Five fucking percent!

I'm good at what I do, you even said so yourself.

I can't keep this up.

I just wanted to pay for my tuition.

But now my grades are tanking and I have back rent.

This bill, that bill...

I don't know what to do.

I'm not going back to Oklahoma though. No way!

- Oh hey,

Look, look, look, look.

What if I throw in an extra grand? It'll be our little secret.

- Well, if they ever found out...

- It's in both of our best interests to keep you local.

Seeing I'm a little short on cash though.

- It'll appear as DLC Enterprises on your statement

I'll take the extra in cash, if you don't mind.

Thank you so much.

- Perks of the job, darling.

- Crown, double shot, neat.

- Nice watch.

- 'Course it is.

Perks of the job.

- I'm sorry, do I know you?

- Othello Charles.

- This is a joke, right?

- I'm far from a comedian.

And with that said,

now we know all there is to know about each other.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I got to hand it to you, nice work up there.

That little extra on the end.

- Excuse me?

- Don't play coy with me, Miss Gamble.

Let me see if I understand this correctly.

An XC90 Android card reader,

programmed with a backdoor algorithm, a product by hacker,

who goes by the name of Crystal Clear Anarchy,

made, no doubt, to obtain your client's credit card info.

That about sums it up?

Very fucking clever.

- So what, you're LAPD?

- Come on, sweetheart, I'm a black man.

I would never be part of that organization.

- Well, I'm not doing anything illegal.

- I guess that depends on who you ask.

- Mh-hm. Go ahead and arrest me then.

I'll be out

before you can swipe that smug grin off your face

- Arrest you?

Now why on earth would we want to do that?

- We?

- There'll be a car waiting for you tomorrow,

outside of your apartment.

2100 Fountain Ave, apartment 16.

- And if I refuse?

- Well, Miss Gamble, my employer does not accept refusals.

I strongly suggest against you having to force her hand.

It reaches far further than where the sun don't shine,

than what you just charged Senator Young for up there for,

Miss Gamble.

- Was that supposed to scare me?

- No, the fact that it doesn't,

should scared the hell out of you.

It does me.

- You're with the government?

- Don't be silly, Miss Gamble,

Maybe you're the comedian.

Oh! Lastly, just in the case you decide

to take a sudden little trip out of town,

I've taken the liberty

of freezing all of your off-shore and state-side accounts.

And your passport.

- Wait, what?!

- I'll see you in the morning, Miss Gamble.

- Motherfucker.

- Yeah?

All right. I'm on my way.

- You have to learn to be more professional, Miss Gamble.

- Fuck you.

- Oh wow, such obscenities.

- What the hell did you do to my accounts?

- Nothing that can't be undone with a simple phone call.

However, I would highly suggest your complete cooperation.

All we're asking for, is a few moments of your time.

Oh Miss Gamble, smile. It's a beautiful day.

D!

- Don't give me that look, McCullough. He was like that

when we arrived on scene.

Little shit's lucky we got there when we did,

otherwise we'd be having this conversation yesterday

at the morgue

- Yesterday? Why the hell was I just notified today?

- Because that's how long it took me to convince him to.

You're welcome.

- Sloan?

Do you mind?

- You've got ten minutes.

- So the prodigal sister-

- Not a word!

The fuck, Daniel?

Daniel!

- Oh, am I allowed to speak now, your highness?

- Just tell me exactly what happened.

- How are you Lace? It's good to see you still alive.

Shit I ain't got nothing,

not even a card from you since like Obama's second term.

I know I'm the one who stopped coming around,

but not even a fucking phone call?

Yo, did you ever spring Tony from jail?

- Did you rape Elena Marzili?!

- Man, come on.

- Yes or no?

- Why are you even here, Lace?

If I remember correctly,

the last conversation between me and you

ended with you disowning me.

- Yet here we are.

And don't think for a second

that I won't leave you rotting in here.

Now stop testing my fucking patience,

why were you at the Marzili's?

- I needed a little extra cash.

It's not like I can come to you and ask for it,

with your whole dropping off the face of the earth act!

And since people aren't exactly excited to hand out jobs

to recovering addicts with a record,

a home boy set me up with her for a one-night fling.

It's supposed to be a quick couple hundred bucks.

Next thing I know, her husband's beating the shit out of me.

- You were a boy toy?!

- Yeah.

- Yo what the fuck?

- What did she pay you to do?

- She just wanted to role play,

you know, get roughed up and shit.

She said she was going to pay me double.

And then the bitch stiffed me.

- She paid you to rape her?

- No, she paid me to fuck her.

She said it wasn't rape if she was paying me.

- Do you have any idea what will happen if they run a kit?

10 to 20 Daniel!

- I used a condom!

- Shut the fuck up.

Let me think.

It's going to be your word against hers.

I read the prenup that she signed a few years back

and it's iron clad.

She won't even walk away with the clothes on her back

if her husband finds out.

And trust me,

your scrawny is not worth her share of $2.5 billion.

So you can forget about her telling the truth.

- I mean, you can fix this though, right?

- You better damn well pray I can.

For now, do yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut.

- Whoa, whoa wait, hold up, hold up!

- So your family just can't stay out of trouble,

can they?

- Fuck off, Sloan

Who'd they assign as his public defender?

- Macintosh.

- That's two-bit hack?

What are the charges, officially?

- Three course meal.

B and E as an appetizer,

sexual assault as your main entree,

and aggravated assault for dessert.

Yum yum dim sum.

- This is bullshit.

What about the excessive bodily harm done to him?

- Well Marzili's claiming self-defense.

- Well what does Mrs. Marzili say.

- Not much on this one, her husband's been taking point

And wasn't he one of your old clients?

- I mean, once upon a time. Bail?

- Judge Sears declared him a flight risk.

- A flight risk?

He doesn't have two nickels to rub together!

- Yeah, but he's your brother

and you're not exactly Judge Sears' favorite person.

- The feeling is mutual, that's for damn sure.

How long before he's transferred?

- First thing in the morning.

- Can you delay it?

- Are you trying to get me fired?

I delayed it long enough just waiting for you to get here.

- Damn it, Sloan!

You and I both know that he will never get a fair trial

with his history.

They'll try to crucify him

before he even steps foot into the courthouse.

I just need some time.

- I can get you until tomorrow afternoon.

Under one condition.

- Which is?

- I think a little pro bono work is in order.

- Done.

Thanks for the heads up.

- Joint custody, 5,000 per month,

she gets the Jaguar and the loft downtown.

That's reasonable, Vince.

- Britney, let's not do this.

Councilwoman Jarvis retains full custody.

So as not to uproot the children.

Twelve thousand a month and the house in Valencia.

Mr. Jarvis can keep the loft and Jaguar.

- Keep dreaming.

You was happy with a two piece when I met you.

- That's crap, we were separated.

- Separated. Not divorced.

Also, please tell me that wasn't in your house.

- You're damn right. That was in my house.

- An affair doesn't bode well with the elected official,

even if the judge rules in your favor.

Full custody, three grand a month, and we keep the property.

Your client can have visitation.

- Visitation?!

Visitation?! Oh, no.

- Yes?

Okay.

Excuse me.

- You just gonna sit there! What kind of lawyer are you?!

- Miss Gamble, I would like to introduce Britney DeVeaux.

Miss DeVeaux here has the privilege

of handling our civil cases.

- Civil? Such an oxymoron.

- This is our prospect?

Aren't we the combative type?

Where's the boss lady.

- Hm Miss Gamble, our firm is multi-dimensional.

I just wanted you to be aware of the kind of support

that you will have here.

- Yeah, I get it. You're lawyers.

Now will someone tell me why the fuck I'm here?

- Britney, a word please?

- She's gonna be a handful.

- Where are we with the Councilwoman?

- She didn't know about the pictures.

The way I see it, she has two options,

a better career or a better deal.

- Giver her what she wants.

- Hm, excuse me?

- Give her what she wants.

Explain to Randall that it's for the best.

- Well, how? It took us months and now you're gonna toss it?

- Lacey wants Councilwoman Jarvis in the books.

- Why?!

- Offer Randall a discount if need be.

Have the twins back you up.

Thank you, Brit.

- You're welcome.

- Thank you for your patience, Miss Gamble.

On behalf of McCullough and Associates, I would like to-

- You think I'm gonna sit here while you keep stalling.

Think again.

- Miss McCullough will arrive shortly.

In the meantime, what she is offering,

is an opportunity for you to amass a small fortune

for which you won't have to look over your shoulder

for the men that you've stolen from,

because that too, Miss Gamble, only requires a phone call.

- My life is none of your business. I did what you asked.

So let me be perfectly clear, fuck you and your boss.

If you don't remove the holds from my account,

you're going to be the ones looking over your shoulder.

Hey, smile. It's a beautiful day.

- We will be cutting our billing rate to avoid any ill will

and to prove how much we value your business.

- And Miss McCullough is fully aware

of the dismay you may feel, but as her operations team,

we do agree that this the best course of action

for the long term.

- Your soon-to-be ex-wife

carries a hefty amount of influence.

The last thing we'd care to do

is to leave you open to failure or further difficulties.

- Trust us.

- I'll give you credit, Randall.

For once, you did the right thing.

- If Lacey's trying to fuck me, I'll find out.

Fucking vultures.

- We trust you can take it from here.

- We'll have copies of the agreement sent to your office

by close of business.

- Britney!

Hey, hold on.

Look, let's put that behind us.

You know, we're better on the same team.

Let's go back to Ojai.

I still have the Villa.

- P2. Ten minutes.

- Mind explaining to me why I'm being told

that Ms. Gamble was seen leaving the building?

- What can I say, headstrong she is, patient she isn't.

Reminds me a lot of you.

- Christ, O!

If I have to do everything myself, why the hell do I need.

- Because although you believe you're this omnipotent being,

Lace, you're not.

Besides, holding her against her will is illegal.

- When has that ever stopped us?

- Touché.

Don't forget about drinks tonight at seven.

- Hey Sasha, are you up for some pro bono tonight?

- Sloan?

Always.

- Walk with me.

- I missed you, Brit

- Did you?

- You got some fucking nerve coming here

after the shit you and your people pulled.

- I must admit, my methods are a tad unorthodox,

to say the least.

However I wanted to be certain I had your attention.

- You sure as shit have my attention.

- Good. I'd also like a few minutes of your time.

- How do you know I won't just call the cops?

- Because if you're the type of woman I believe you to be,

and can become, you'll want to listen to what I have to say.

I feel that we can both help each other.

Tell you what, if I have the holds removed,

maybe we talk then?

Done.

Please, see for yourself.

- Your pro bono begins now.

- People are walking, breathing,

grapes of information.

You just need to know how and where to poke, pry, suck,

lick, bite, spank, squash, and stomp.

Information has a price and we pay in pounds of flesh.

This makes my clients extremely loyal.

- So, were you able to track down Miss Gamble?

- I was.

- Mh-hm, and?

- We shall see.

- Are you sure this is the route you want to take?

She walks like a wild card, talks like a wild card,

et cetera, et cetera.

- We have one shot to overturn Tony's convictions. One!

So Chelsea is a wild card that I'm willing to put into play.

- You swear on your momma's life?

- Nora,

how much money did the Marzili's lose on the deal

that we pushed through with the local 58?

- Not much, $122,250,065, give or take a dollar or two.

- What's rattling around up there?

- Othello, I need you and the twins to make a visit

to Frank Marzili tonight

- What's going on?

- I'll explain later. Drink up.

- In case you're wondering

why this successful young, intelligent, and powerful woman

is willing to put everything she's built on the line,

and go through such extremes.

Well, you can't afford that information.

But understand this, in order to be a successful vineyard,

you need to be willing to break a few grapes,

no matter how messy things will get