All language subtitles for Raising the Bar s01e10 Shop Till You Drop.eng

Thanks, Franklin.

Good morning, Judge.

That should already
be on my desk. - Sorry.

I bet.

Let's just get past this.
I accept your resignation.

Trudy...

You've lost the right
to use my first name.

Sign it.

I'm resigning for
"personal reasons?"

Very personal, as we know.

Put it in the envelope.

What did you expect, a pat
on the back for honesty?

I did not want to hurt you.

Using me, you hurt me.

[exhales] I didn't make the
first move, if you remember.

Make the last one.
Turn around. Walk out.

It was a privilege being
your law secretary, Judge.

Shut the door.

[exhales]

[phones ringing]

[gasps]

Yes.

Jerry, People v. Hamilton. Court of
Appeals sent it back to Kessler!

Whoa! Well, show me.
I wanna read the words.

Right there.

I would've paid to have
seen Kessler's face.

And Balco's.

They'll be no joy in
Mudville tonight. - Oh, no.

- Balco won't re-try, will he?
- Not likely.

- He's moved on.
- And up.

I should've won the first time.

Come on, Roz.

Yo, PD's on strike today?

You're next. Come on.

Looks like you just got bumped.

The Troutman!

[man] Docket ending 7188, People v.
Gavin Dillon.

[man] Charged with patronizing a
prostitute in the fourth degree.

Emma Troutman for the
defense, Your Honor.

Waive reading, not rights.

- Judge, Mr. Dillon...
- Dr. Dillon.

...was arrested by an undercover
officer at a hotel bar

known to be frequented
by prostitutes.

The People are willing to
offer disorderly conduct.

Ms. Troutman?

Dr. Dillon did not
solicit a prostitute.

The officer chose to misunderstand
a little cocktail banter

in an effort to embarrass
the hotel management.

I could and would argue

that this is a textbook
example of entrapment.

I understand you're trying
to sing for your supper,

but one verse is enough.

Dr. Dillon is a surgical resident
with his entire career ahead of him.

Why should an excess of zeal on the
part of the NYPD torpedo his future?

Can you wrap yourself
around an ACD, Mr. McGrath?

Sure, Judge.

Then the case is adjourned in
contemplation of dismissal.

[Ventimiglia] Moving
right along. Henry?

[man] Docket ending 3876,

People v. Louis Bello,

domestic violence...

How much you think Emma
Troutman drops on clothes?

I don't think I've seen her
in the same suit twice.

Who is she?

Hey, where's Charlie?
He's late tonight.

I don't know. I'll call him.

[phone dialing]

[Charlie] Hello?

Where are you?

Two degrees west of the turkey.

On approach. Wheels down.

Look at you.

- [Michelle] Went home early.
- I did.

- Unlike the rest of us working stiffs.
- Well, I'm not working anymore.

- I resigned.
- Oh, no way dude.

Judicial law secretaries
don't up and quit.

- Well, this one just did.
- What happened?

Nothing. I just...
decided it was time to move on.

The reversal. You didn't want to
work with a judge who's hooked on

abuse of discretion.
No, I get that.

- What are you talking about?
- People v. Hamilton.

- The top story in the Law Journal.
- She's been spanked on appeal.

That's what you get when you
preclude an exonerating witness.

You made the right choice.

No. Charlie, you came out
to Kessler, didn't you?

Irrelevant, counselor.

Oh, man, if this is
because you're gay...

- It's not.
- Bias, discrimination,

- hostile work environment...
- He's filing the suit already.

I would love to sue her ass.

Kessler wouldn't push him
out because he's gay.

- She's too smart to care.
- If she didn't have a crush on him.

- Kessler?
- [Michelle] Yes.

Cat-and-canary look
she always gives him?

- OK. End of conversation.
- Did you really resign?

Do you want me to take a polygraph?

I'm gonna get a drink.
Anybody need anything? Are we all good?

[sighs] Oh, man.

Balco's already said he
doesn't want to re-try you.

- He's willing to recommend time served.
- You're on your way home.

Not yet.

Andy, don't get all stubborn on me.

Time served means a plea of guilty.
I'm not guilty.

It's a technicality, Andy.

No, Jerry. It's a lie.

Hey, if I was prepared to lie,
I would've been home years ago.

All the parole board wanted
to hear was guilt and regret.

But then, that makes
it true, you know?

And forever after, I'm the black
fireman who robbed a dead body.

- A new trial...
- Is going to prove

that Rolex was
planted in my locker.

It isn't a guaranteed win, Andy.

Maybe not, but a plea
is a 100 percent loss.

Or you could be wasting four more years
waiting for your sentence to run out

because you ignored
the advice of counsel.

- It's bad advice, counsel.
- [snorts]

- You think I'm being pigheaded?
- Yeah, I do.

You know the saying, "You do
the time or the time does you?"

Well, Jerry, I'm not
afraid of the time.

I mean, I've spent the last five
years trying to figure out who I am.

After I had to give up everything
about who I thought I was.

I'd rather serve every
day of my entire sentence

than call myself something I'm not.

I'm not a liar. I'm not a thief.

I'm not the shame
of the department.

You could be eating a T-bone steak.

In your own clothes by Saturday night.
You understand that, right?

Jerry, what I want to be wearing...

...is my firefighter's badge.

Can you get that for
me by Saturday night?

[sighs]

All right. We go for broke.

OK.

OK.

Unbelievable. I'm willing to
open the gates but he won't go?

Not if it means pleading guilty.
Andy wants vindication.

He actually believes his own lies.

They're not lies.

Yeah, another innocent man

doing time in the gulag.

So many clients, so much injustice.

I don't know how you stand it.

- I'm tough.
- You and me both.

I'm not giving up a win
just 'cause you ask nicely.

Your primary witness is dead.

Killed in the line of duty.

He was a fat slob who
had a heart attack.

The number one cause
of firefighter deaths.

He was no loss to the
department, just to your case.

Gloating is very
unattractive in a woman.

I have his sworn testimony.

He saw your client snatch a
watch off a brand-new corpse.

- How low can you go?
- How about making life hell

for the first black firefighter
in that station house?

We're not talking
Selma, Alabama, 1965.

- There was a little hazing...
- A little?

Not because he was black.
Your guy lacked a sense of humor.

There is nothing funny about false
accusations, evidence tampering,

- and perjury, Nick.
- I agree!

All of which your client committed.

Not according to the eyewitness
I can put in the box this time.

The alleged witness who
waited a year to come forward.

He's inherently unreliable.

He had critical information.
You should have supported me.

You'd rested, Roz. You'd closed.
The case was over.

And then you wanted to pull
out a surprise witness.

- The Court of Appeals agreed.
- The Court is wrong.

Better late than never
is not a legal concept.

Kessler knew what she was doing.

Yeah, overcompensating to prove
that she wasn't pro-defense.

You're making me nostalgic already.

You and me in court
against each other again?

Andy Hamilton is not going
to take time served.

Freedom's appealing after five
years, no matter how proud you are.

So you figure Andy'll get cold feet
and you won't have to risk losing.

Always direct, to the
point, no games...

Will you marry me?

I am telling you, I know this guy.
This guy will not go along.

We'll see.

[indistinct chatter]

Have you ever tried a
case before, young man?

Yes, ma'am.

- Been practicing for...
- Practicing.

For three years.

I don't mean to be rude, dear,

but would it be possible
if I got a lawyer?

I am a lawyer, Mrs. Delman.
I'll be handling your case.

Oh, I had such a nice lawyer.
He never charged me. [chuckles]

Mr... began with a B.
He's dead now, uh...

Bledner. Roy Bledner.

- Did you know him?
- I never had the pleasure.

He represented you in
your check fraud case?

Such a nice man. Chubby.
Probably that's what killed him.

Mrs. Delman, you're charged with
grand larceny in the fourth degree.

[laughs] Nothing grand about it.

Now the national deficit,
that's grand larceny.

I want to understand what happened.

Ladies like to shop,
even old ladies.

I always tell myself I'm
not gonna buy anything,

I'm just going to turn on the channel
and just browse for a few minutes.

But it's so hard to resist.

Then the credit card bills arrive.

Now you sound just like Mr.
Bledner,

with his silly biblical references.

As if anyone would ever rob
Saint Peter or pay Saint Paul.

[buzzer]

Garcia, Lewis, Jones, Delman!

He doesn't have to shout.
I can still hear!

Nice suit. Cashmere?

Oh, you can divide the world
into wool and polyester.

My mother always said buy
quality, not quantity.

I should've listened to my mother.

Your Honor, Mrs.
Delman is already on probation

for a prior felony
conviction on bank fraud.

The People request $1,500 bail.

[Richard] Mrs.
Delman poses no threat.

She's not a flight risk.
It's a challenge for her

- to get out of her apartment.
- Her apartment is a crime scene.

She's incurred $10,000 of bad debt

with call-in purchases
from the Retail Channel.

Mrs. Delman showed her good
faith by making an effort to pay

- the minimum every month.
- You can rehearse for the grand jury

on your own time, counselors.

Mrs. Delman, I'm gonna release
you on your own recognizance.

- But you need to stop shopping.
- I've tried.

Try harder.

- He's not a very nice man.
- But he let you go home.

Because you did such an
excellent job in there.

I shouldn't have doubted a man in
a good suit and a designer tie.

Oh, you look out of my price range.

- Luckily, appearances can be deceptive.
- I wish you the best, dear.

Thank you. - Mrs.
Delman, it's not over yet.

- The judge said I could go.
- Yes, but you need to come back.

Why? - Because your
case is still open.

There has to be either a
disposition or a trial.

You mean I could go to jail?

I will do everything I can to make
sure that does not happen to you, OK?

But, technically, grand larceny
four with a prior felony

requires a minimum sentence of
one-and-a-half to three years.

For shopping?

Now, don't worry.
It'll be all right.

I bet you say that
to all your clients.

She's 78 years old.

She just lost her husband. This is a
lady who's never had to pay a bill

- or balance a checkbook.
- Oh, right.

The banks entrapped her? Delman is a
con artist, Richard. She's conning you.

She's a lonely old lady who has to dial
an 800-number for some human contact.

Then plead her to the E.
She'll make lots of new friends upstate.

[Richard] You don't mean that.

You feel sorry because she's old.

But she's old enough
to know better.

Are you really looking
to indict her?

Come on, what are you gonna
tell your grandmother?

- Actions have consequences?
- This is not a productive conversation.

How about we talk when you don't
just want to hear your own voice.

- See you later.
- Shopaholic?

Yeah. - Thought you
were going to dispo.

I am. - Used to pull wings
off flies when you were little?

- You put out too fast, Marcus.
- It's efficient.

Not as much fun.

Retrying a case is like a root canal
without Novocain. Don't make me do this.

- I've offered time served.
- What am I not understanding?

Mr. Hamilton won't accept.

Has he had brain damage?

He's not a pragmatist. Doesn't show
remorse for a crime he didn't commit.

Since his conviction's been reversed, Mr.
Hamilton is innocent,

- unless a jury says he isn't.
- Fine, let him skip the remorse.

Except he dreams of
being a firefighter.

I wanted to be a ballerina.

- Did you?
- I was six. I got over it.

Our client's looking
for exoneration.

Mr. Balco, this is your opportunity
to be sensible. Just dismiss the case.

- It won't even make the newspapers.
- And compromise my principles?

- [groans]
- Don't even...

Hamilton's done the
time you wanted.

He's given up five
years of his life.

That's your fault. Go cry in a pillow.
If you'd put on a better case...

Enough. If I had my gavel,
I'd hit you all in the head.

Is no one going to be sensible?

All right, we'll retry the case. Dust off
the archives, notify your witnesses.

We'll begin on Monday.
Justice deferred is justice denied.

- Kierkegaard.
- Kessler.

[Roz] We could use
another week. - Or month.

Nope. Then we'd get lazy.

[sighs]

[grunts]

OK, this is a personal question.

- I don't answer those.
- Not you. I have a friend.

It's always a friend, huh?
[giggles] Sorry. Ask.

Her husband got picked
up with a hooker.

- I'm glad I'm not married.
- She doesn't know. Should I tell her?

You have to. She has a right to
know, out of concern for her health.

Don't you think Eliot Spitzer's
wife would've liked to have known?

- I don't want to stick my nose in it.
- Said she's a friend?

- Yeah.
- Then be a friend.

If she finds out you knew
and didn't tell her... mmm.

- [Balco] Next.
- Task number 47 for the day?

Shh.

I could swear I just
heard whining in here.

[snorts] OK, next.

Make a copy of the
fire marshal's report.

So, my real job is to sit next
to you in court and look black.

Marcus, you are black.

That's why you made
me co-counsel on this.

Sure. That and your talent.

You guys all have such a
chip on your shoulder.

Oh, us black folks?

No, you baby lawyers.
You see what I mean?

If you don't want second chair, say
so now or forever hold your peace.

Next?

Re-copy the discovery for
your friends on the defense.

I've never understood
what you see in them...

except for maybe Ms. Gilardi,
in her tight little sweaters.

I'll pass along the
compliment. - No need.

Still jammed up on the opening?

I can't mention the prior trial,

that there was an exonerating witness
who was locked out because Kessler

was too scared to trust the truth.

I can't tell the jurors they
wouldn't be there if Kessler had made

the right decision the first
time because they're not to know

there was a first time, which
brings me back to the beginning.

[chuckles] Wow.
You wanna try it out on me?

It was a dark and stormy night...

OK, I'll leave you alone now.

Bobbi, let me ask you something.
I have a friend.

- Oh, yes. A friend.
- Yeah.

Her husband picked up a hooker.

- But she doesn't know.
- How do you know?

Oh, God! You picked up the case?

No, I was there when
he was arraigned.

- Sent home?
- ACD'ed.

- So there's no proof.
- No.

Don't get in the middle based on
supposition. We know cops lie.

So you wouldn't want me to
tell you if you were her?

[exhales] I think you
could lose your friend.

- OK. Thanks.
- Yeah.

- May I help you, ma'am?
- I'm looking for Mr. Woolsley.

He's not back from court
yet, but can I do anything?

Would it be possible to wait
for him since I'm already here?

I must speak to him about my case.

You can talk to me, if you'd like. I'm Roz
Whitman, I'm the Executive Director.

Oh.

Oh, it's a little
warm in here. - Yes.

So you wanted to talk about
your case, Mrs. Delman?

Well, I'm not complaining.

No, I like Mr. Woolsley a lot.

But, he's young, isn't he?

Richard is one of my best attorneys.
I have confidence in him.

So do I. But senior citizens are...

...are actually going to jail,

even wealthy ones. Here.

The chairman of Sotheby's, he was
exactly my age when he got convicted.

The executive at WorldCom
was old enough to retire

and they gave him 25 years.
I've done my research.

I can see that.

- I'm in trouble.
- No, no.

These are big federal cases.

Mr. Woolsley's been
very reassuring,

but I'm afraid he's an optimist.

I know the type.
My husband was like that.

- Are you married, dear?
- No. I'm... [chuckles]

- Never?
- Well, just not yet.

Oh, I married young.
Everybody said too young,

but that gave me extra time with Frank.
Almost 60 years together.

That's a long time.

[sighs]

There's nobody left alive
to pay any attention to me.

I'm just another lonely old lady.

Age is embarrassing.

Your hands get embarrassing.

Richard is paying attention to you.

And you can trust him.

And I'll be sure to keep
an eye on your case myself.

Oh, two lawyers for
the price of one.

- Actually, no charge.
- Oh...

Well, talk about a bargain. [sighs]

Well, nobody takes
good advice, but...

Life is better with a partner.
Don't wait too long, dear.

- It's on my list.
- Move it up.

- Hi, Bobbi.
- Hi, Michelle. What's goin' on?

- I know we've had our differences...
- Oh, forget about it.

This really isn't any of my business,
but some information came my way.

I was going back and forth about
whether I should or shouldn't,

and I don't know if I'm doing
the right thing, but...

- What is this?
- It's a criminal complaint

that I'd want to see if I were you.

Just wait and open it later, OK?

[crying]

This is a recall of number 56
on the calendar, Martha Delman.

- Any sign of your client, counselor?
- I'm sorry, Judge.

I told her we had a motions
hearing, I told her what time. Um...

- She's probably on her way.
- She's an hour late.

- She has some memory issues.
- The People request a bench warrant,

- Your Honor.
- Oh, come on.

I assume you've already
called your client.

There was no answer.

No machine from the Retail Channel?

Would you consider
staying a warrant?

No, I wouldn't.
Bench warrant will issue.

But bring her in by the end of
the week and I'll expunge it.

- Understood.
- Don't take advantage of me.

No, Your Honor. Thank you.

All right, you convinced me.

I'll give her the disorderly conduct
and a conditional discharge...

...if she promises
to quit shopping.

With the dis-con, probation
won't even violate her.

- Why didn't we start there?
- Start, end. Same result.

[snorts]

A little gratitude?

[clears throat] Let
me work on that.

- Quick pit stop.
- Roz, you just went.

Well, maybe I'm nervous.

- You surprised to see me, Jerry?
- What do you want, Gavin?

How about my wife back?

You just couldn't keep your mouth
shut, huh? You had to share.

- I did not tell Bobbi.
- Sure.

She came home with a
copy of the complaint.

It's not my home anymore, though.
Congratulations, you got your wish.

My wife is on the open market.

- You stalked me to say that?
- You wrecked my marriage!

You wrecked your marriage.

With just a little
help from you, bro.

You've been working on her
since she joined the office.

Always somebody else's
fault, isn't it? Hm?

Who held your hand to
the prescription pad

when you were writing
yourself scrip?

Who shoved you into a
bar to troll for ass

while your wife was
waiting at home?

- Hey, Henry.
- Jerry, I got a parent

complaining about a beef in here.

No beef.

Always popular.
I don't know how you do it.

It's a gift.

All rise. Court is now in session.
Judge Trudy Kessler presiding.

I was on the first
engine to arrive.

Smoke was coming out the windows.

I told Hamilton and Granger
to take down the door.

They were the first to go inside?

Yes, sir. For search and rescue.

Backup at the door.
Two-in, two-out, that's the policy.

When did you discover a fatality?

Granger radioed that he'd found the
victim with no respiration, no pulse.

- Was Hamilton with him?
- He was searching adjacent rooms.

Granger said he could pull
the victim out by himself.

Isn't it procedure for
buddies to stay together?

Absolutely. The second in the search
line's supposed to keep his right hand

in contact with the lead man's left
ankle as they crawl along the wall.

- But Hamilton didn't do that?
- [man] No, he did not.

[man] I radioed
Hamilton to go help.

They carried the victim out, we
horizontally ventilated the structure.

What does that mean?

We busted out the windows and
put a hose in the living room.

This was a couch fire that took off.
Lotta ways for cigarettes to kill you.

I was company captain at the time.
I commanded 25 firefighters.

Including Hamilton
and Granger? - Yes.

Did you search Mr. Hamilton's
locker at the station house?

- Yes.
- Why?

I'd received information that
I might find stolen property.

- What did you find?
- A Rolex.

It was engraved, M Ludwig, 2-27-45.

I recognized the name of
the victim from the fire.

Had you been present at that fire? - Yes.
I was incident commander.

Who informed on Andy Hamilton?

Paul Granger came to me.

[man] I wouldn't call it "
informing."

He did the right thing.

He told you he saw Mr. Hamilton

hide a dead man's
watch in his locker?

- Yes.
- A watch that he recognized

because he had access to it himself
while he was alone with the victim?

Paul remembered because he had the
victim by the arms, crawling backwards

down a hallway so filled with
smoke it already killed the guy.

His face was just a couple inches away.
He had a good, long look at that watch.

While Mr. Granger was pulling
the victim by the arms,

Mr. Hamilton was pushing him
by his feet, is that correct?

I wasn't interior. I was exterior.

But you observed them bringing out
the victim, as incident commander?

- Yeah, I did.
- Mr. Granger was still carrying

the victim by his arms and Mr. Hamilton
was still carrying him by the feet,

- right?
- Yes, sir.

When they were laying the victim on the
sidewalk for the paramedics to confirm

that he was deceased, Mr. Granger was
still carrying the victim by the arms

and Mr. Hamilton was
still down at the feet.

- Right?
- Yes.

- What did they do next?
- They advanced the hose lines

- into the structure.
- So Mr. Hamilton

had no further contact
with the victim.

Well, he'd worked fast.

- Move to strike, Your Honor.
- Sustained.

The jury will disregard
the witness' statement

that the defendant had sufficient
opportunity to have already

committed the theft.

Ah! It's time for the lunch bell.
We will reconvene at 2:15. Thank you.

- Yo, Big Vince.
- What's up?

- Do me a solid?
- How solid?

Maybe Andy could stay through lunch,
you let me bring him a sandwich?

He's been on the wrong side of
the steel for a while, brother.

- No hot, no sharp.
- No doubt.

- All right.
- My man.

Hey, you got any mayo
over on your side?

- Here you go, brother.
- Thank you.

You are trying to tempt me.

It's just lunch, Andy.

Uh-huh. Yeah, a little
reminder of all I'm missing?

I don't like unnecessary
risk. I worry.

I appreciate that.

With any other judge...

The whole story's gonna
get heard this time.

She can't stop it.

- Big downside.
- Bigger upside.

Andy was the first black
firefighter in our station house.

- Was that a problem?
- Not for me, but for him? Oh, yeah.

The other guys definitely let him know
that he was not welcome in the family.

- How did they do that?
- Snide comments, mean jokes,

making him do stupid jobs over and over
like he'd get the point and go away.

But Andy didn't go away?

No, he just took it.

I told him he should file a
complaint, but he wouldn't.

- Not even when things escalated.
- Escalated how?

[sighs] Spraying air freshener
around him, like he had B-O.

Mixing dog food into
his chili. Uh...

Putting bananas into his locker,
like he was, you know, a monkey.

So...

So other firefighters had access to Mr.
Hamilton's locker?

The lockers are more for
privacy than for security.

They're these three-digit
combination locks,

anybody can watch
you spin your code.

Who had the locker next to Mr.
Hamilton's?

Mine was to the left and Paul
Granger had the one on the right.

- Did you report what was going on?
- No, I should have.

- But I didn't.
- Why not?

I didn't want to be a rat.

Did you ever see Mr. Granger put
anything in Mr. Hamilton's locker?

Lots of times, but I just thought
Granger'd get tired of the game.

What was the last thing you
saw him put in the locker?

The watch, stolen from the scene
of the fire, the victim's watch.

And how do you know it
was that specific watch?

Well, I didn't. Until the captain
found it and called the police.

[man] Then everybody knew.

Did you tell the
captain you saw Granger

put the watch in the locker?

- No.
- Or the police?

Granger was the top
dog of the firehouse.

And I was scared that
he'd turn on me, too.

By the time I finally got up
my nerve, it was too late.

You're not scared of Paul
Granger anymore, are you?

- No, sir.
- Why not?

- He's dead.
- You're not scared of the dead?

No. - Dead men can't come
back to defend themselves.

Objection, Your Honor,
argumentative. - Sustained.

Dead men can't dispute the lies
told about them by the living.

- Your Honor...
- Paul Granger was a racist

son of a bitch who planted evidence
to get rid of the only black recruit

in our company, and that is no lie!

According to you and only you.

Because like you said, you never
informed the captain, or the chief.

Or the police. Or me.
Or Counsel for the Defense.

Or anyone at all that you'd
watched an innocent man get framed

for a crime he did not commit.
Didn't you?

No. - A friend, a
fellow firefighter,

handcuffed in front of your eyes,
dragged away, wrongly incarcerated,

and not a peep from you, Mr.
Saunders?

- Look, I waited too long, OK?
- For justice?

It wasn't too late for
revenge, though, was it?

Because the first time that you
decided to tell this story slandering

Paul Granger came one week after he
advanced to lieutenant and you didn't,

- isn't that true?
- It's not why!

- Objection! Foundation, Judge.
- Don't bother. I'm done.

No further questions, Your Honor.

[man] Will the
defendant please rise?

In the matter of The People of the State
of New York v. Andrew Hamilton,

on the first count of the indictment,
charging burglary in the second degree,

how does the jury find?

- Not guilty.
- [exhales]

On the second count
of the indictment,

grand larceny, fourth degree,
how does the jury find?

[man] Not guilty.

[Kessler] Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, thank you for your service.

You are dismissed.

And Mr. Hamilton, being acquitted
of all charges, you are free to go.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I just want to say that I know
what happened wasn't your fault.

Mr. Hamilton, this is not a
forum for public speaking.

You did the best you could and...

- ...I don't blame you anymore.
- Court is adjourned.

All rise!

Your Honor, I'm trying
to tell you something.

What?

I forgive you, Judge.

Thank you, Mr. Hamilton.

[gasps]

Come in.

Shut the door.

My letter of recommendation?

No. It's a letter withdrawing
your resignation.

Just like that? - Oh, please,
Charlie. I overreacted.

I didn't do a very good
job of telling you.

You were a bit abrupt.

I'd never actually
said the words before.

So I was your first?

I guess I should be flattered.

You're the only woman in my
life I've ever cared for.

Then come back to work. I need you.

You never would have let me make
that mistake that got me reversed.

The truth is I am a better judge
with you than without you.

I'm a better person.

Welcome back.

I'm gonna miss you.

[chatter, laughter]

- Hey.
- Hey.

I heard about Mrs. Delman.

She never answered her
phone, so I went over there.

I had good news, a dis-con and a C-D.
I just didn't get to tell her.

- She bought this for me.
- [both chuckle]

It was gift-wrapped, with my name on
it, on the table in front of the TV.

The TV was still on.

Wait, you found her?

I got the super to open the door.

It was like a warehouse in there.
Walls of boxes she never even opened.

She had a heart attack
in front of the TV.

I hate irony.

[Roz chuckles] Scales of justice.

She must have been thrilled
when she found that for you.

Doing exactly what she
wasn't supposed to do.

- I'm in receipt of stolen goods.
- Oh, yeah.

[both laugh]

- [Roz] Have you had dinner?
- Peanuts.

Let's go eat. Someplace quiet.

We'll set a place for Mrs. Delman.

I'd like that.

Great.

- How many more do we need?
- We're good.

Umm. I never thanked you
for giving me Gavin's file.

It hurt like hell, but you were right.
I needed to know.

Hey.

- You OK?
- Better all the time.

You don't usually
eat when you lose.

- Good thing it happens so rarely.
- [Jerry laughs]

- Didn't look like you minded today.
- I couldn't find my poker face.

My client forgave Kessler,
out loud, in court.

- Yeah, you missed it.
- She told me.

We solved our problems.

Oh. Just when you think you're
out, they pull you back in.

Kessler's not the mob, Jerry.

The mob's more predictable.

You're always underestimating her.

Yeah, her vindictiveness?
Her pettiness? Her hormones?

Her intelligence.
Her jurisprudence.

Brother, you are
seriously brainwashed.

It's the Stockholm Syndrome.
I feel for you.

Righteous all day,
righteous all night.

- Man, go sit down.
- I can't. Gotta go back.

Back to work? Dude, you need
to manage your time better.

Justice never sleeps.
Especially after a trial.

You go from knee-deep to neck-deep.

One of the advantages to life
on the bench... better hours.

- Good night.
- See ya.

What?

Hey.

I thought you were
done for the night.

Not quite.

Now I'm done.

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