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The trip was amazing; it was perfect.

We swam with stingrays.

Randy got a great tan.

And then it rained for two
days, so we got married.

...taking off shortly.

Yes, Aunt Diana, for real.

I know it sounds crazy,
but I'm telling you,

it was meant to be.

Thank you.

I got to go, we're at our seats.

Yes, I have lots of pictures.

I'll send pictures.

Okay. Love you, too.

Sounds like that went all right.

Hello?

Mr. Greene.

My boss.

Uh, no, I'm still out of the country.

Another two days.

Uh, I'm actually on a plane right now,

getting ready to take off.

Can't you get Emerson to help you?

You're alone?

Well, like I said,

I'm-I'm on a plane full of people.

I-I know they don't know
what we're talking about,

but still, it makes me nervous.

And besides, I don't know
your combination.

I only know mine.

Okay, no, it's fine.

I'm being silly.

Do you have a pencil?

Okay, here goes.

77...

63...

11, 46.

Can you say it back to me?

Exactly.

Nope, no trouble at all, Mr. Greene.

Oh, and by the way,
when you see me in two days,

I'll have a new last name.

Uh-huh, I got married.

No, you don't need to make us a ring.

You, too. Okay.

That was like watching a foreign film

without the subtitles.

Oh. Poor Mr. Greene.

He needs to sell the store.

He's too old.

I mean, he can't even
remember his combination

to the safe anymore.

He wants to make us a ring.

I told you, I have a ring.

Yeah, well, talk is cheap.

Sorry, allergies.

Oh.

Congratulations.

Heard you on the phone.

Oh. Thank you.

Boss wants to make you a ring, huh?

I'm guessing you're in jewelry.

Retail?

Yeah, it's not my forever job,
but it pays the rent.

- My ex-wife was in jewelry.
- Oh.

I think she wore
the same perfume you're wearing.

Eau de Bonne Jeunesse?

Y-Yeah. Randy got it for me.

- Always made me sneeze.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Everything makes me sneeze.

Three more hours before the sun comes up.

I'm gonna try and get some sleep.

- Okay.
- You want to get out before I settle in?

No, I'm good.

Okay, see you in the morning, newlywed.

See you in the morning.

No. No, no, no.

No.

- What's the matter?
- I can't find my phone.

I have all my pictures on that phone.

Our-our wedding, our honeymoon.

I have everything on that phone.

Well, it's got to be here someplace.

- I'll call it from my phone.
- Oh. Is this it?

Oh, my God.

- Yes.
- It was on the floor.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Maybe I'm crazy but it feels
like some of you is missing.

Well, I made a pledge
the last time you left,

I wouldn't eat until you returned.

Well, had I known that,

I would have stayed away
for another six months.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

Don't take this the wrong way,
I'm thrilled that you're here.

But what is this dire emergency

you woke me out of a dead sleep for?

I just didn't know who else to call.

I flew in from Texas last night
and I'm staring at

an arraignment in 20 minutes and...

while I do believe with all my heart

that you are one of the dumbest

hunks of man that I have ever
had the pleasure

of sharing pleasure with...

I will also concede...

that no one can navigate
a New York City courtroom

better than you.

I feel so cheap when women
just use me for my mind.

Obviously, I'll get you
through the arraignment

but let's start with
who you're representing

and what's the crime?

I'm here for my niece.

What's the charge?

Armed robbery.

In the matter of

The People v. Claire and Randy Markes...

how do you plead?

Both Claire and Randy Markes
plead not guilty, Your Honor.

Counsel, would you like
to be heard as to bail?

We certainly would, Your Honor.

Your Honor, the People
at this time would ask

that no bail be offered.

On a burglary charge?

The store's owner
is still in the hospital

and the prognosis for
his recovery is not yet clear.

We could be looking at murder
charges in the days to come.

Additionally, the defendants
recently traveled to...

Thailand, Sri Lanka, and the Maldives,

which doesn't have an extradition treaty

with the U.S. It's the People's view

that the defendants represent
a very real flight risk.

- Oh, my God.
- Your Honor.

Please. My clients have no
record of previous charges,

no record of previous arrests.

They don't even have points
on their driver's licenses.

Be that as it may,

the court will accept
the A.D.A.'s recommendations

and deny bail at this time.

Ask the court officer to find a
place we can meet with our clients

before they're taken back to jail.

None of this makes any sense.

All right, well, let's just start
at the beginning, okay?

Now, this is my friend, Dr. Jason Bull.

He's a legal genius.

But we don't tell him that to his face

because we don't want to
make his head any bigger.

He'll be assisting us with the trial

and doing everything he possibly can

to make sure that we get you out
of here as quickly as we can.

So, both of you will be
representing both of us?

We'll work out the particulars later

but right now, I'd like
to get Dr. Bull up to speed.

Okay, the store that Claire works at,

it's a, uh, mom-and-pop
jewelry store in Brooklyn.

It was robbed at gunpoint two nights ago

at 2:30 in the morning.

Everybody wore masks and gloves

but we have a ton of video.

Unfortunately, the two robbers
very much resemble

both Claire and Randy,
height-wise and weight-wise.

Okay, and what about
this man who was hurt?

The one who's in the hospital?

Mr. Greene.

He's old and starting to lose it.

Sometimes he forgets where he is.

Sometimes he forgets who he is.

Apparently, he was sleeping in his office

when the robbers came in.

The police said he was pistol-whipped

to within an inch of his life.

Hmm. Okay.

And what convinced the authorities

you two were involved?

Well, the safe they hit...

keeps track of every time
it's opened and who opened it.

Now, each store manager, they...

and really, there are
only three, including the owner.

They have their own combination.

Hmm. And somehow
the robbers knew to use yours.

Okay.

Let's talk alibi.

What were you two doing
at 2:30 in the morning

when the store was being robbed
and your boss was being beaten?

Well, at 2:30 in the morning

we were where we were supposed to be.

At home in bed together.

I'm Randy, by the way.

Yeah, it's nice to meet you, Randy.

And unfortunately, two codefendants,

two married codefendants
vouching for each other

is not the world's strongest alibi.

I'm assuming that there's
no one staying with you?

No one called in the middle of the night?

No. Like we told the
police, it was just us.

Asleep by midnight.

So, can I count on you?

You know, back me up?

Whisper in my ear?

How well do you know
your niece's new husband?

This is the first time I ever met him.

- Ah, and you love him already.
- Mm.

What's this?

Randy's record.

He has a record.

Ah, there's a couple
of juvie convictions.

One for petty theft.

He got in a bar fight three years ago.

He hit someone in the head with a guitar.

Is this guy a musician?

Well...

based on this record, he could
be a Supreme Court justice.

I'm here to represent her.

- I don't even know him.
- And that's fine.

They should have separate representation.

You don't want either one
of them looking back

and thinking that their lawyer
wasn't looking out

for them and only them.

Okay, good.

So he's not my problem.

But he is.

What you don't want is
this guy you don't know

out there on his own with
his own legal team,

his own narrative that you can't control.

You know, this would be
a much easier conversation

with a drink.

Why don't we do this?

You represent Claire,
my firm will represent Randy.

You'd do that?

Why?

For you.

And because it's smart;
I got a hundred reasons.

Name one.

Well, let's start with the A.D.A.

First chance he gets, he's gonna offer

your niece or her husband a deal.

Divide and conquer.

They're innocent.

Well, at least she is.

Any defense is only as good
as its weakest link.

You let Randy fall into the clutches

of some public defender who's juggling

- 16 other cases...
- Okay.

Okay, I see where you're going.

Two separate defense teams.

Working together. You and me.

It's just really important
we're completely transparent

with one another;
we need to send a message

to the A.D.A. that neither one of us

is gonna sell the other side out

and that there's no point
trying to smear Randy

with 15-year-old charges from
when he was in middle school.

You really are something.

So here's the plan:

I'll provide TAC resources
for both sides.

You represent Claire
and Benny'll represent Randy.

Hmm.

So what are you drinking?

Oh.

I'm sure I'll find something.

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- How'd it go?
- I just got off the phone with him.

He filled me in, e-mailed me
all the relevant work product.

Ah. Well, then, let's do this.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

Something in his voice.

- He sounded like the old Bull.
- Well, we love the old Bull.

Not that old Bull.

Marissa,

he and Diana are old friends.

It's no secret they enjoy
the hell out of each other.

He probably just...
stayed out past his curfew.

Besides...

...he's gonna do what he's gonna do.

So, the plan of action

is to request a joint trial
for Claire and Randy.

One jury for both defendants?

That's what he wants.

But wouldn't conventional
wisdom be to split them up?

Well, since Bull and Diana are so close,

and since the two defendants
are newlyweds,

Bull is throwing out the
conventional wisdom on this one.

He believes the optics are
just too good to ignore.

The jury seeing them together,
it all feeds into the narrative.

Which is...

They just didn't do it.
They couldn't have done it.

Someone is setting them up,
taking advantage of two

sweet young kids who just got married

and are being wrongly jailed
for something they didn't do.

We'll lean on reasonable doubt,
present character evidence

for both of them,
and then hope, in the meantime,

that the real robbers slip up
and somehow reveal themselves.

Well, I can put in a call to the FBI.

I've got a friend who can
check on the chatter

of known fences, and pawn shops
that deal in stolen diamonds.

Then I'll head over to the jewelry store,

talk to the girl's coworkers,
see what they know.

And I should head over to court,
meet our new clients,

say hi to Diana and get ready
for the start of voir dire.

And give me a call if I have
anything I need to worry about

on that other front.

He's fine.

He's a big boy, Marissa.

There she is!

I've been looking all over
for the two of you.

Come here. Where's the big guy?

Yeah, we've, uh...

really been slammed at work lately.

I honestly don't know
when the man sleeps.

Right now.

- Right.
- And last night.

We went out for drinks.

He was on his second one,
and that man looked like

- he was about to keel over.
- Mm.

Last time I was here, it took
two just to prime his pump.

Yeah, well, you know,

the problem is the man
never gets a break.

I think I'm gonna just
slip in there and, uh,

yeah, give him a little nudge.

Did I drift off?

Looks that way.

Diana's waiting for you outside.

- Oh, she's something, isn't she?
- Mm.

Sounds like you had a bit
of a rugged night.

Oh, no, just, uh,
a little out of practice.

Oh. Well, I'm confused.

I didn't know you needed to practice.

I thought you were retired.

It was "Old Timers' Day."

Felt good to be back on the field.

Ah, well, I wouldn't want
to deny you that.

But voir dire is calling.

Ah, well, if voir dire is calling,

we must answer.

It's Claire's combination.

It's Claire's place of employment.

She's a young married woman
with a musician for a husband,

so of course she needs money.

And that means what?

That means we want jurors
who tend to believe

the simplest explanation
is not always the right one.

You mean like conspiracy theorists?

No, not necessarily that radical.

Just people who are willing to
consider alternative narratives.

Show of hands. Area 51. Proof of aliens?

Or... Area 51. Government hoax?

I'm confused.

We want to keep the folks who
believe we're being visited

by little green men, or
we want to keep the people

who believe Area 51

is a government hoax?

We keep 'em all for the moment.

They're willing to believe something

they don't know for certain

and can't really prove.

And then we do our best to try
and get rid of the ones

who didn't raise their hand
for either choice.

Good morning.

I'm afraid I owe you all an apology.

On your way in, I picked your pockets

and stole all your wallets.

I noticed that you didn't need
to check your pockets, sir.

- No.
- And why not?

Because I know there's no way
in the world you took my wallet.

Barry Fletcher. Of course he's a skeptic.

He works as an actuary
at an insurance company.

A non-believer and a numbers cruncher.

The defense would ask the court to thank

and excuse juror number seven.

Juror number 11.

I couldn't help but notice
that you checked.

Your purse, your pockets, your coat.

Well, I thought maybe you were
just messing with us,

but you can never be too careful.

Sophia Holmes. Unemployed.

And according to her
credit card statement,

she sees a tarot card reader
at least once a month.

I've died and gone to heaven.

Now, just to be clear,
you needed to be sure.

You had a doubt. A reasonable doubt.

Sure.

Thank you, Benny.

Plant the seed. Reasonable doubt.

Say it loud, you're unsure
and you're proud.

That is terrific news.
I'll pass it along.

What's terrific news?

I could use some terrific news.

The store's owner, Mr. Greene,
is recovering quite nicely,

and may even be well enough
to testify tomorrow.

That's excellent. Mm.

So much for murder charges.

Maybe we could even revisit
the question of bail.

Well, thank you for dinner, sir.

I can feel your heart beating.

That's always a good sign.

So tomorrow it starts.

Yup. Tomorrow it starts.

You want to run that
opening statement by me?

No. I want to go dancing.

- Excuse me?
- Mm.

Once this trial starts,
we're not gonna have any time.

Every night is gonna be about
preparing for the next day.

It's the last night of summer vacation.

I want to go dancing.

I haven't been dancing in 15 years.

Well, all the more reason to go, then.

- I will go dancing.
- Mm.

And we will go back to your hotel room.

You're reading my mind.

And then you will read me
your opening statement.

- There will be openings.
- Oh?

There will be statements.

I don't know if there'll be any reading,

but... then again, you never know.

- Hmm.
- Mm.

♪ I know I shouldn't, though

♪ Heaven only knows that

♪ Ooh, the side effect

♪ Of my loneliness is you

♪ Oh, you're all that I want

♪ No good at giving you up

♪ Oh, you're all that I want

♪ No good at giving you up

♪ But, ooh

♪ Cool, yeah

♪ Ooh, you're all that I want

♪ No good at giving you up

♪ Ooh, you're all that I want

♪ No good at giving you up

♪ Ooh, yeah.

Mm.

Baby, you still with us?

I need to go.

Um... you do understand

what is next on the menu, don't you?

Um...

I'll explain it to you later.
I just, uh...

I have to...

I've got to get some fresh air.

Uh, who are you and what have
you done with Jason Bull?

I'm so sorry.

First witness for
the prosecution after lunch

is your boss.

Okay. Good.

He must be doing better.

He loves me.

Well, be that as it may,

if the prosecution didn't think
he had something to offer,

they wouldn't be
putting him on the stand.

What could he offer? We weren't there.

I have no idea. But let's drill down

on the obvious for a second.
It was your combination

that opened the safe that night.

If it wasn't you, who was it?

Uh, how would I know?

- Dr. Bull...
- Have you ever shared your combination

with anyone who isn't
authorized to have it?

- No.
- Is it written down somewhere

where someone could find?

- No.
- So you've never told your combination

to anyone,
never even uttered it out loud?

No.

Yes.

Five days before the robbery,
Mr. Greene called me.

He forgets things.

He forgot his combination,
and I gave him mine.

He forgets things?

Forgets the combination to his own safe?

Well, he's old.

And I know it kills him to ask for help.

Well, obviously your boss didn't
rob and pistol-whip himself.

That's the only time you can recall?

That's the only time it ever happened.

Uh, we didn't do this.

He knows you didn't do anything, honey.

Well, there is one more thing
I want to clear up.

The D.A.'s office sent
these over last night.

Look familiar?

Yeah.

I have one just like it. Or, I did.

I think I lost it in Thailand.

Well, this was found

outside the jewelry store
the night of the robbery.

Police, at first, didn't think
there was any connection.

Took them a couple days to, uh,
find the camp, and get a list

of the people who were at the reunion.

Only 200 of these were made.

What are you implying?

Why don't you tell us?

There's nothing to tell.

I was in bed beside my wife
the entire night.

And I haven't seen that hat
since we got back.

Tell them, honey.

I actually don't know
anything about your hat.

No, I mean, tell them I was in
bed with you the whole night.

She's already told us that.

No one's implying anything.

We're all in this together.

I was sleeping in my office.

Do you do that often?

It's not something I plan.

Lot of times at night, I can't sleep.

So when I come in the next day
to work, I'm exhausted.

I close up, sit down in my office

about 8:00, do my paperwork,

and end up conking out in my chair.

So what happened?

Ah. Alarm went off, 2:30 in the morning,

scared the life out of me.

And the only way they can get
through is in the front,

and that's where I went.

And, uh, you encountered the robbers.

Yes, sir.

Did you get a good look at them?

Not their faces. They had masks on.

Uh, h-he was kind of tall, uh,

and she was a, uh... a she.

Sort of like

the two defendants, seated over there?

Objection. Counsel is testifying.

Sustained.

Hi.

M-Mr. Greene?

She's my Clairey.

Works in the store. She's a lifesaver.

Let's just call for a verdict right now.

Easy, big boy.

It ain't over till it's over,

- and this one's barely begun.
- Excuse me.

No one asked you.
If I want to hear the truth,

I'll go out into the hall
and talk to myself.

So you confronted the robbers.

I sure did.

And the tall one confronted me.

Took his gun and he started
hitting me in the head.

Uh, and then I fell down,

and-and then, I must've passed out.

Is there anything else you remember

that happened prior to you
losing consciousness?

One thing.
I heard the woman say something.

What did she say?

She said, "Randy, stop it.

You're killing him."

"Randy."

Are you positive that's
what she called him?

Oh, yeah.

100%. Randy.

I am so sorry, Bull.

It's that good, huh?

"Sea of red" doesn't even get it done.

What did I just tell you about the truth?

Excuse me.

Could you drop me off first?

Switch seats with me.

Switch seats with me. Come on.

Call me crazy,
but I sense some antagonism

here in the back seat.

"Randy," hmm? Isn't
that your client's name?

Apparently, that was one
of the burglar's names.

Well, thank goodness
all this anger isn't personal.

Ha, well, it's a little personal.

I can take the subway.

You know, lots of people are named Randy.

I can attest to that.

And we have no way of
knowing if the Randy

Mr. Greene thinks he heard
referred to is our Randy.

Could be a whole different Randy.

Could even have been "Andy," or "Sandy."

He makes an excellent point.

Sometimes the people
you think are Randy aren't.

Don't I know it.

I can take the subway.

Benny could cross-examine
Mr. Greene tomorrow morning.

We already know he's forgetful.

It wouldn't be very difficult
to convince the jury

that he is a less than reliable witness.

My client would have
a serious issue with that,

thank you very much.

She loves Mr. Greene, and thinks

that he has been through enough.

Excuse me, you can
drop me off right here.

I'll see you in the morning, Benny.

Seriously, I could take the subway.

Your scars look good.

Your heart sounds good.

I'm gonna give you
the name of my stylist,

see if he can do something fun
with your unruly chest hair.

But first, why don't you
tell me what spooked you

so bad that you had to see me
at 7:00 in the morning?

You get lightheaded in the gym?

Short of breath walking to work?

Actually, I was with a woman
the other night...

Ah, I'm thrilled for you.

She and I have known each other
for a long time.

And one thing led to another...

- And...?
- And my heart

- started to pound.
- Okay.

Is it supposed to do that?

It depends. How excited were you
to be with this woman?

Does she know about your history?

What you've been through this past year?

Your operation was...

last May.

I'm assuming that you've been
in this situation prior to this?

Or... maybe not?

Any particular reason?
I mean, religion, pain

or something that I should know about?

I've certainly thought about it.

You know, it's not unusual for
men who suffer a cardiac arrest

to shy away from intimacy,

and convince themselves
that in all the excitement,

they might give themselves
another heart attack.

You're saying that
like it's not the case.

You're in better shape now than
in all the time I've known you.

The problem is not with your heart.

The problem's in your head,

said the heart surgeon
to the head doctor.

You like this woman?
You trust this woman?

Tell her your history.

Tell her what you're feeling,
and if she's still interested,

then you have nothing to fear.

What if you're wrong?

Well, if I'm wrong, you die.

But what a way to go.

We are not welcome.

Diana's client wanted some time
alone with her attorney.

- Where's Randy?
- Guard took him to court.

I've been standing here waiting for you.

I couldn't help but
sense a little something

in the car last night.

Is our alliance here
starting to fall apart?

I have no idea.

But I'd love to know what
they're talking about in there.

Do you remember yesterday,

when Randy said he hadn't seen
his hat since Thailand?

Sure.

He wore it onto the plane home.

So he did have it here in New York.

I don't know. All I know is that
he wore it onto the plane.

I-I'm guessing he threw it into
his carry-on bag or something.

Do you think maybe he just forgot?

That's why I'm talking to you,
Aunt Diana.

I don't know what to think.

Okay, honey. Okay...

I need you both in the courtroom.

The judge is about to take the bench.

All right.

Are you ready?

Prosecution calls
Jacqueline Stone to the stand.

Uh, objection.

Your Honor, we have no
knowledge of this witness.

Neither did we until last night.

Witness can testify.
I'll give you time to prepare

for cross-examination.

Who is this woman? Do you know her?

- Ask Randy.
- She's my ex-girlfriend.

Ex-fiancée.

I dated him for almost two years,

and then we decided to get married.

What happened?

You'd have to ask him.

He texted me, said something
just didn't feel right.

Wow.

- You talk to him after that?
- Not for a long time.

But you heard from him recently?

Yes, uh, he's actually
been calling a lot lately.

I'm guessing you know
what's going on over here.

You don't need to say anything.

I can actually feel the love.

Any reason in particular?

He wanted his engagement ring back.

He said it was his
grandmother's. I told him that

if he wanted it back,
he could come to my place

one night and pick it up.

See that? Oh ye of little faith.

He wanted the ring back for Claire.

And did he? Did he come to your place?

He did, around midnight.

We hung out for a while.

Talked about old times.

Look, I'm not given to panic,

but if she starts testifying
that they slept together,

I need you to call in a bomb threat.

And then what happened?

He told me that he met someone.

Told me that was why
he wanted the ring back.

I got upset.

I told him he was never
getting it back, and he left.

Your Honor...

Okay. We lived.

Honestly? That was
a whole lot of nothing.

Um...

one last question.

Do you recall what night this was?

The night Randy came by?

Uh, December 6th.

That's the same night

the jewelry store was burglarized.

So if the defendants
were to tell the police

that they were home that night sleeping,

they'd be lying, wouldn't they?

Well, they'd be lying
about Randy, that's for sure.

And if you don't believe me,
you can ask the doorman

at my building. He let Randy in and out.

No further questions.

Okay, let's just call for a recess.

That'll give us enough time to...

Cross-examination, Your Honor?

Oh, I thought your team would want time

to prepare for cross, but by all means.

Just to be clear,

you're testifying that
at the night of the burglary,

you and Mr. Markes were together.

You and Mr. Markes.

So you don't actually know
the whereabouts of my client,

- do you?
- What is she doing? Objection!

Grounds?

Withdrawn.

What do you know, "backstabbing"
isn't grounds for objection.

You're a woman, aren't you?

Last I checked.

And you're roughly
my client's height and build.

- Well, maybe Randy has a type.
- Maybe.

Or maybe it was you he was with
the night of the burglary.

Excuse me?

Objection, Your Honor.
The witness is not on trial.

Sustained. Jury will ignore the question.

Withdrawn. No further questions,
Your Honor.

Some team.

Some alliance. Some partnership.

Hey, I didn't call Randy's ex
to the stand.

That was as much of a surprise
to me as it was to you.

So you just figured, what the hell,

we'll just throw him under
the bus in front of the jury?

You're damn right I did.
That man is a liar.

- Excuse me?
- He's been lying to us.

He's been lying to me.

You left me in the middle of the
night to go see your ex-fiancée?

For the ring.
I wanted to give you the ring.

But why not tell me?

To protect you. To protect your feelings.

I didn't want you to be upset.

Okay, good plan. What about the hat?

What are you talking about?

You told everyone in this room

that you lost your hat in Thailand,

but you know damn well that you were

wearing the hat onto the plane home.

Was I?

Oh. Yeah.

So you had it here in New York?

Could someone have stolen it from you?

But I didn't have it here in New York.

I haven't seen it since...

I must've left it in the overhead bin.

I threw it up there.

I was putting our bags up there.

You were on the phone with your aunt.

Then you were on the phone
with your boss...

Mr. Greene?

Why were you on the phone with your boss

while you were on your honeymoon?

He didn't know it was
going to be a honeymoon.

We didn't know it was
gonna be a honeymoon.

I told you. He forgot
his combination to the safe,

so I gave him mine.

When you say "gave him,"
you texted? You e-mailed?

We were still on the ground, so I just...

told him over the phone.

Out loud?

Boy, I would love to know

who was sitting around you
when you were on that call.

I know someone who might
be able to help us with that.

See if you can talk to the judge,

get us a continuance for a day.

Marissa, is Taylor around?

Yeah, ask her if she can
find a way to access

the manifest from the Thailand

to New York flight that
Randy and Claire were on?

I need names, addresses,

and final destinations
of everyone seated around them.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

He has quite a record.

Breaking and entering, assault.

He seemed so nice.

So you're guessing he heard
the combination, memorized it.

But how did he figure out
where Claire worked?

Did he ever have access to your phone?

You couldn't find it when we
were getting off the plane.

He must've grabbed it when I was sleeping

and then kicked it down the aisle,

so I wouldn't know it was him.

Grabbed your hat

so he could drop it
at the scene and guarantee

you two would take the blame.

- Now all we have to do is find him.
- We're working on it.

Did he tell you anything else
about himself?

Anything at all?

Um, he mentioned he'd been married.

Okay.

- Anything else?
- Um...

He didn't like my perfume.
Said he was allergic to it.

What kind of perfume were you wearing?

Eau du Bonne Jeunesse.

Our man is on the move.

We'll alert the authorities.

Just got word. He's out of the apartment.

Scotch. Neat.

Cup of coffee, please.

Bless you.

That came out of nowhere.
Uh, excuse me. So sorry.

No need apologize. In fact,

it's probably my fault.

Eau du Bonne Jeunesse.

It's a gift from a friend of yours.

Said she sat next to you on a
plane from Thailand to New York.

Bless you again, Mr. McCall.

Wait a second, how do you know my name?

Stephen McCall.
I had to give it to the police

so they could execute the search warrant.

- Search warrant?
- Mm-hmm.

They've been at your house
for the last ten minutes.

Sounds like they might've
found something.

Stolen goods, that sort of thing.

See that?

They did.

I'd stay in that seat if I were you.

Finish your drink.

You're not gonna be having
one of those for a long time.

Besides, they already
picked up your accomplice,

your ex-wife.

She told them everything.

That's on me.

Is there any better sound in the world

than when the judge says
"case dismissed"?

Not when you're representing the accused

and the accused
is someone you care about.

You think Claire and Randy
are gonna be okay?

You think they're gonna be okay with me?

I really misjudged Randy.

Well, I'm no expert,
but from my vantage point,

it looked like they
couldn't wait to get home

and resume their honeymoon.

I think he knows you were
just doing your job,

as a lawyer and as an aunt.

Oh, this is me.

As always, a pleasure, Diana.

Safe travels.

- Take care, Benny.
- All right.

Bye.

I have no idea what I'm gonna do
for the rest of my day.

Hmm.

I'm not really good alone.

Funny you should mention that.

You want to get a drink?

I would love to get a drink.

Oh. Baby, the bar's over there.

Yeah.

Thing is...

I'm actually trying not to drink.

You okay with that?

Sure.

Thing is, back in May,

I-I had this... thing.

Uh...

I'll tell you about it later.

- You don't have to.
- I want to.

Okay.

Well... if we're not gonna go to the bar,

what would you like to do?

Well, to be honest, I'd like to
go back up to your room

and listen to you read
your opening statement

to the jury again.

I should slap you.

Patience. I'm sure
we'll get to all of that.

Well, thank goodness.

Now where are those elevators?

♪ Let's stay together...

So what's this thing
that happened to you?

Oh, patience.
Your flight's not till tomorrow.

I'm sure we'll get to it.

♪ I...

♪ I'm so in love with you.

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