Original subtitles

MARK: Previously on All Rise...

I've been summoned to DC.

- What if they want you back? - My GMAT days are over.

SHERRI: Mom, where are you going?

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! His heart is gonna boom

if he knows that I'm going back to the community without him.

No, no, you cannot leave me here with him.

Sherri, where do you keep the kimchi?

VIC: Mark Callan, Head Deputy District Attorney.

The Kirilenko. They want you to throw an upcoming case.

But, if you help them just once

you'll be indebted to them forever.

♪

[Amber Jay's "My Own Way" playing]

♪ Your words and... ♪

[sighs]

What do you think about me getting this beauty?

A Porsche 911?

What is this? Revenge For everything I put you through?

Yes.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, kidding.

It is $180,000 and a two seater.

Where does Bailey even go?

That's what grandparents are for.

Okay, I also think it might look nice in a used one.

Mm. You do realize the pretty lady

doesn't come with the car, right?

I don't want her.

You would look so much better.

Next to it.

In it.

- On it. - Ooh.

LOLA: On it, now that's a good idea.

[woman] Okay.

EMILY: All right, for the trial.

DARLENE: Bright colors are more flattering.

Well, it's all we've got right now.

Okay, so shall we begin, Miss Schmidt?

Let's start by reviewing your work history for the jury.

I used to do medical billing for a podiatrist.

Feet, not so exciting.

But two years ago, I started with Dr. Vasquez,

a plastic surgeon

and so handsome.

It was different.

Let's go over what happened that day.

I took a tire iron

to my boss's shiny white Mercedes.

And Dr. Vasquez came down to the garage,

yelled at me, but I--

I swung at him, I couldn't stop.

Why?

I needed to show him that he couldn't get away

with what he did to me.

No matter what some jury said.

I don't trust juries.

You'll have to move past that.

Like water off a duck's back?

Have I told you about my boyfriend, Larry?

We had season tickets to the Dodgers.

I'm not photogenic, but this one's good.

Put it in my client folder.

It's really lovely, Miss Schmidt,

but I need you to stay focused, all right?

The best we can hope for here is to reduce the charge

from premeditated attempted murder

which carries a sentence of seven years to life.

Life.

I should see if this fits.

Darlene, what matters here is the strength of your case

- and not the way you look. - Please, stop the BS!

It's always been poor Darlene

and the great "fucking rape me

and get away with it" personality.

Darlene, I am on your side.

I am gonna fight for you.

Now, Judge Carmichael made a 402 ruling

that is very bad for us.

- What does that mean? - It means that we can't mention

the doctor was acquitted of raping you

or use it for your defense.

♪

EMILY: Thank you so much.

BOTH: Non-fat decaf latte

with half a pack of brown sugar.

- [both laughing] - You know me so well.

I was in early prepping a client

and I thought I'd beat you to the line.

And on my way in, I stopped to pick you up this

because I know your hands get dry.

- You are so sweet. - Considerate.

Soon, we'll be wearing, like, matchings sweat suits.

Oh, yes, I like that.

- You do? - Sure.

Yeah, me too.

[playful instrumental playing]

[metal detector beeps]

Keys.

[Mark clears throat]

Did Frank just bow to you?

I'm head deputy DA, people honor my presence.

You should really work on your curtsy.

SARA: Oh, good morning.

Hey, you two are working on that case together right?

How's it going?

Attempted murder of the fancy plastic surgeon.

Judge Carmichael was enthralled by my arguments

during the pre-trial motion hearing.

I expect to cruise to victory.

Oh, there is the good doctor now.

This time, Miss Castillo,

please try not to cross any lines.

Let's remember, you are this man's

victim advocate,

not his bestie at a slumber party.

Yeah, I am well aware of that.

Apparently, Maggie hates slumber parties.

Well, there go my Saturday night plans.

DR. VASQUEZ: Now, don't get me wrong,

you are a beautiful woman.

But just a little Restylane injected

in your nasolabial folds, and ten years,

disappear.

[woman laughing]

Do you offer advice

about cosmetic procedures wherever you go?

Well, if I can help I do.

Wow, the symmetry of your face...

Do you want to know just the-- just the tiny

miniscule improvements that I would suggest?

[elevator rings]

No.

No, no, no, I am not doing a damn thing.

This isn't Russia,

you can't just strong arm a district--

Hello?

[sighs]

Oh, hey, Teddy, you got a minute?

If this is about the scratch on the side of your car.

- What scratch? - I think I can rub it out. Bye.

Hold on, the Anna Sutton felony

DUI case, give me the details.

Well, the accused was driving

while under the influence of drugs.

She crashed into a lamppost,

severely injuring her passenger,

totaled the fancy beamer,

so it's weird she got a public defender

but it's not her car.

It's registered to an Yvonne Kirilenko.

Where've I heard that name?

Dasvidaniya.

What do you do for a living Dr. Vasquez?

I'm a plastic surgeon.

People think that I just do

breast augmentations and facelifts,

but I also assist with burn victims

and I volunteer to help children with cleft palates.

Can you tell the jury what transpired

in the surgical center's garage

with your former employee, Darlene Schmidt?

[sighs]

She bashed in my skull with a tire iron.

I am lucky to be alive.

I mean, look-- look at this.

My career is over.

MAGGIE: In this video,

previously marked "people's exhibit one,"

Is this Miss Schmidt

coming at you the day of the incident?

Yes.

[all exclaiming in surprise]

I have here

what appears to be a tire iron

that I'd like to mark as "people's exhibit two."

- So marked. - MAGGIE: Now, I recognize

that this may be difficult for you Dr. Vasquez,

but please, can you walk the jury through the attack?

How did she strike you?

EMILY: Objection, Your Honor!

Is-- is-- whatever, this is really necessary?

MAGGIE: The people are demonstrating

the nature and the force of the attack.

Overruled, you may answer Dr. Vasquez.

Well, first, she struck me in the ribs

and then she brought both of her hands

up in the air like this

arms bent at a 90 degree angle,

and then she just came down with everything that she had.

[all exclaiming in fear]

Was that how hard she hit you?

No.

Harder.

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

Rachel made herself my maid of honor

and she keeps calling every ten minutes.

I mean, I don't have time

to talk about bachelorette parties

or cap sleeves versus strapless.

[phone buzzing]

But it should be strapless, right?

- Sure. - AMY: Hello!

- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah,

it's just new job brain.

- AMY: Okay. - Just go talk to Rachel.

- [phone buzzing] - Okay, but she says

you need to have a bachelor party too.

I mean, you can't make me suffer alone.

MARK: In Vegas?

I would need a lot of coffee to wrap my head around that.

Okay, first of all, no mechanical bull.

And second, I don't know, is the whole Cinderella

at the ball thing really my thing?

LUKE: Miss Sutton, I think I got it all down.

Wait is this-- is this DUI gonna hurt my acting career?

I think one or two actors have survived a DUI,

but injuring your friend in an accident is serious.

And Miss Sutton, the BMW that you were driving,

- it was registered to-- - My dad.

Yeah, I kind of swiped it from his garage in Vegas

so that I could get to auditions,

but he didn't report it.

Okay, so that's one less problem.

- [phone dings] - Shit.

- I've got to get to scene class. - Miss Sutton,

I'm gonna need you to focus.

You got me?

- Yeah. - See you at the hearing.

Yo, Callan!

I'm facing off with your grasshopper,

Teddy Biswas, in this DUI with injury case.

You're representing Anna Sutton?

Yeah, it's all about the luck of the draw, bro.

Anyway, listen, you have trained this kid too well, man.

When I asked for an offer, he totally blew me off.

Oh, I gotta go. Later man.

Hey, Luke!

Nothing.

♪

EMILY: Dr. Vasquez, how would you characterize

your relationship with the defendant, Miss Schmidt?

Strictly professional.

But you routinely worked

late nights and weekends together,

foregoing time with your wife,

with your family, isn't that true?

A big plastic surgery practice like mine,

the books are very complex.

All those hours together,

didn't you share some very personal things?

I told her a couple of stories about how I grew up broke

and how I still have anxiety about money.

Darlene is a very easy person to talk to.

But, she mistook my kindness for more,

and she got totally obsessed.

Did anything physical

ever occur between you and Miss Schmidt?

- Objection, violates the 402. - Does my wife

have to listen to this?

I've already said that nothing happened.

LOLA: Miss Lopez.

Yes, Your Honor, I am asking

if their relationship ever evolved

into something intimate.

I'm not asking about anything covered by the 402.

Overruled on that basis.

Dr. Vasquez, you just said that nothing happened,

but you didn't say that during this trial, did you?

Objection, 402 grounds again.

Not quite, Miss Palmer. He said, "Nothing happened,"

the defense can clarify.

Overruled, Dr. Vasquez, go ahead.

Yes, she accused me of something

that she totally made up in her head.

And did she make up that you referred to her

as a butterface?

Everything but her face,

a dog, a double bagger?

Did she make up that something happened

that sent her to the hospital?

Objection, 402 grounds again.

Miss Lopez has got to be kidding with this.

Sustained, Dr. Vasquez, do not answer that.

Miss Lopez, tread lightly.

Dr. Vasquez, I'm just-- I'm having a hard time

understanding how Miss Schmidt,

who you just said, in your own words

was, "so easy to talk to,"

suddenly smashed your head with a tire iron?

You would have to ask her.

I didn't have to, she told hospital staff

- that you violated her. - 402! 402!

Violate could mean many things.

Sustained, go any further

and I will be forced to find you in contempt.

Oh, my God, come on, all of you,

would you please look at my wife?

- LOLA: Dr. Vasquez, stop. - Why would I ever touch

that woman, let alone rape her? I was exonerated.

- [gavel clacking] - Both of you in my chambers.

- [gavel clacking] - Court is adjourned.

Yes, Your Honor.

Your 402 ruling in the pre-trial hearing

expressly forbid

any mention of Dr. Vasquez' rape trial in this case.

Miss Lopez just tap danced right off the line,

and you just let her slide right over it.

Watch your tone, Miss Palmer.

Need I remind you of the leeway that I gave you,

when I allowed for you to smash a cantaloupe in my courtroom.

Honey dew.

That said, bringing up the rape trial now

is not only prejudicial to the jury,

it is also effectively asking them to try him again

and we do not have

double jeopardy in this country.

In this case, the doctor was the victim

of a brutal crime, period.

Your Honor, the defense fully abided

by the court's 402 ruling,

but when the doctor brought up the rape trial

on his own, he opened the door to admit it.

Miss Palmer, the court did instruct Dr. Vasquez

not to answer the defense's question.

Miss Schmidt believes that Dr. Vasquez raped her

with no consequences.

My client allegedly attacked him in a blind rage,

a crime of passion.

The jurors need to know what drove my client to act.

Oh, come on!

I will take both of your arguments

under consideration, go!

[Maggie scoffs]

Thank you, Judge Carmichael.

Save your thank yous.

I have not made my ruling yet,

but I did not appreciate how you kept pushing.

Understood.

Your Honor, I know this is really not a good time,

and thank you for all the time you've allowed me

to have with my father. My neighbors just called,

- and it's not an emergency-- - Sherri, what do you have,

like, three-years time off?

112 days, yes.

- Then please, go. - Thank you, thank you.

- Thank you. - Of course.

[sighs]

SHERRI: Dad! Dad!

Where are you?

I'm back here.

- Oh, thank God. - Hi!

Dad, I had a-- Whoa! Okay.

Um, uh... let's cover up.

Okay, Dad, my neighbor can see you.

Hi.

[playful instrumental playing]

- Hi. - Lisa,

what are you doing here?

I'm sneaking some Twizzlers.

Wow, you look--

Like a circus clown? I know.

I lost my ID, I'm headed to HR for a new one.

I take it as a personal mission

to never have another hideous ID pic again.

Yeah, like shooting from half court.

Hi, Lisa.

What are we talking about?

ID photos.

DELGADO: Mine looks like a mug shot.

Hey, Lisa, before you head down to HR,

I would love to get both of you ladies opinions

on an upcoming ruling I have to make.

Is this the medical biller trial that's in the news?

I already excluded the doctor's previous rape trial,

it's not pertinent to the serious crime at hand

but then he brought it up himself

on the stand, courtesy of Emily Lopez's prodding.

Oh, boy, you gotta let it in.

- That is what the defense wants. - LISA: It's highly prejudicial.

Do you really want the defense hammering the witness

about a crime that he's been acquitted of?

I'd exclude any further mention of it.

The jury already heard it, you can't unring that bell.

LISA: But you can stop pulling on the rope.

It already looks like the prosecution is hiding something.

So, keep the 402 ruling in place?

[sighs] I side with Miss Palmer.

I'm with Lopez.

Great, I have to rule in this cage match by tomorrow.

But, thank you. I think.

♪

SHERRI: Dad, what did you do your hair?

HARRY: I dyed it.

How did I get all this grey?

You know, you have too many mirrors in your house.

It makes the room look bigger.

Dad, I was worried,

I called you several times.

Why didn't you answer your phone?

I can't hear the phone from out here.

I got you an iPhone. It's wireless.

I don't know how to use that i-thingy.

Linden community,

there's no mirrors.

We don't focus on ourselves.

When I get here,

I look so old.

Dad, the tanning, the hair.

What is this about?

Your mom.

Your mother doesn't think I'm hot anymore.

She's changed, boopy.

She used to support all my dreams, but now--

But now, she has goals of her own

which you would know, if you listened.

All of this isn't going to win her back.

But then, why should I care if I get better?

Hair looks good though, huh?

Good morning, Miss Lopez.

You ready for Le Petite Chateau?

Table in the back, candlelight,

- wear something slinky. - That's tonight.

- Tonight. - Uh-huh.

Babe, my client takes the stand today,

and I have been busy prepping for that all week,

and I am just--

Would you hate me

if we stayed in, sweats, burritos?

Ooh, the two of you all loved up

and sweats with burritos, that's just so comfy.

I'll make it up to you.

It's all good. I like comfy.

I will see you ladies later.

Okay.

I wonder if Gabriel and I'll

ever have what you and Luke do one day.

Enjoy the pink cloud stage

because Luke and I, we're just kind of starting

to veer away from that.

Oh, my God, Emily, shut up.

What you two have is beautiful.

We all are just so used to turmoil,

that familiar seems unfamiliar.

Thank you.

- TEDDY: Hold the door. - Hi, Teddy.

Bye, Teddy.

I was just headed up to judge Delgado's courtroom.

I need you to interview every business

within a five block radius

of Anna Sutton's DUI accident on La Brea.

But that will take hours. Prelim starting in, like--

- I'll handle the prelim. - You, but you--

Go, the Head Deputy District Attorney is speaking.

[playful instrumental playing]

Where is Mr. Biswas?

Studying for a spelling bee?

MARK: So sorry, Your Honor!

- Callan-- - You are not Mr. Biswas.

That is true, he is cuter however,

he had another pressing issue.

So, I will be taking over.

Surprising, since you're the new--

I know, I know, the new Head Deputy.

I still like getting in the trenches, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I'd like to request a continuance

- to further examine-- - No need for that, Mr. Watkins.

The people are unable to proceed

within the statutory timeframe, Your Honor.

Motion to dismiss.

[sighs] Very well.

The Defense motion to dismiss is granted.

You are free to go, Miss Sutton.

Stay out of trouble.

Really? Unable to proceed?

Take it at face value, Watkins.

Because of Dr. Vasquez' testimony yesterday

you will be hearing further clarification

about a previous trial

in which he was acquitted by a jury of his peers.

You are not to draw

any inferences from that information

except as it pertains

to Darlene Schmidt's state of mind.

I take no delight in having to reverse

my initial 402 ruling.

Miss Lopez, call your first witness.

EMILY: And Miss Schmidt, what was your work relationship

with Dr. Vasquez?

I was his medical biller,

I kept his practice in the black.

So would you say that Dr. Vasquez

became dependent upon you?

I think so. Yes.

Dr. Vasquez was terrible at accounting,

lived way beyond his means.

How did he reward you?

DARLENE: He didn't.

He'd insult me in front of the staff

during the work hours,

then come crying to me at night.

EMILY: Why did you stay?

DARLENE: I have a sick mother.

I needed the job.

I did finally find the courage to quit,

but he begged me to stay.

Then...

he kissed me.

And this was consensual?

DARLENE: At first.

I thought this is everything I wanted.

My happily ever after.

Dr. Vasquez said he had feelings for me.

But then, I heard this voice saying,

"He's using you to make money, Darlene.

"Do you really hate yourself so much?"

So I-- I pushed him away,

said I had a boyfriend,

but he didn't take no for an answer.

Then...

he forced himself inside me.

Miss Schmidt, why did you go to the garage

the day of the alleged incident.

I went to damage my boss's car.

EMILY: And when he caught you?

He looked at me like I was pathetic.

Objection, speculation.

Miss Schmidt doesn't know what was in Dr. Vasquez' head.

It's lay opinion, Your Honor.

Overruled, I'd like to see where this is going.

When Dr. Vasquez gave you that look,

how did you feel?

It's all a blur.

It was banging around in my brain,

stupid stuff.

Never having a date to the prom.

[chuckling]

The reassurances.

There's a lid to every pot.

You'd make a great nun.

But, it kills you.

Miss Schmidt, how did Dr. Vasquez' acquittal,

how did that make you feel?

Furious.

The jury didn't believe me,

wouldn't believe me because of how I--

Did you know right from wrong in that moment?

He cared about me, I swear.

I was the only one who gave a crap about him and--

EMILY: Miss Schmidt, that's not the question.

A man like him isn't supposed to love someone like me

and he hated me for it!

Sustained. The jury will disregard Miss Schmidt's answer.

Counsel, approach the bench.

Okay, Miss Palmer, no more editorializing.

Miss Lopez, take some time for your client

to collect herself.

Court is in recess.

- HARRY: Six. - CAMILLE: Where is he?

[groaning loudly]

Oh, Harry, look at your breathing.

Camille?

Sherri said that you stopped taking your medication.

Honey, you could die.

Die? [laughing]

I still take that junk.

Why Sherri, you lied to me.

It was an emergency?

And you know what you like the Fonzie.

- HARRY: Really? - The Fonz or Fonz, not Fonz,

is that the last time you watched TV? Wow.

How did you get her here?

I might have said something about the FBI,

and suing the Linden community, you know,

there's a chance you can't go back.

You would end our lives without asking us?

Like never, never, ever.

- Oh, my God. - What am I supposed to do now

honey, it's been 30 years.

Anything you want, Mom, anything you want, you are free.

HARRY: You know, Camille,

I've been here for some time now,

and-- and being with Sherri is kind of nice.

You know what, what we could do is we could

rip out this lawn

and start our own neighborhood garden.

- No, no, no, no, no. - Yeah!

You know what else La La Land is known for

besides tanning and beaches? Guest houses.

Are you kicking us out?

No, you know what, I-- I-- I have to think about this.

Me too.

Miss Schmidt, according to security records,

your key card was swiped within minutes,

sometimes seconds of Dr. Vasquez' card

more than 200 times last year.

Was that so you could ride up and down

on the elevator with him?

Well, like you heard, we worked a lot together.

So, on the day

that you vandalized Dr. Vasquez' Mercedes,

you knew that he would see you do it.

You wanted it, timed it because you were looking

to have a confrontation, weren't you?

Objection, argumentative.

Overruled. Answer the question, Miss Schmidt.

No, I didn't mean to hurt him.

- I don't know-- - Oh, that's right.

Your emotions were so overwhelming

that you can't recollect

bludgeoning Dr. Vasquez' skull

- with a tire iron. - Objection, argumentative.

Sustained.

Your Honor, I'd like to revisit

the garage security footage.

Miss Schmidt, right...

here.

It appears

that you pause before striking the victim.

- What were you looking at? - I have no idea.

MAGGIE: At 4:42 p.m...

a car passed by here.

And if we follow your line of sight,

it appears that you stopped to look at it.

Do you remember that?

I don't remember anything.

Oh, that's right.

Because you were so overwhelmed

in this moment of passion.

And yet, somehow you stopped.

Contrary to what most people believe,

pre-meditation does not require some drawn out plan.

Pre-meditation can occur within seconds

and in this case, within six seconds.

Six seconds for you to calculate your plan

because you were cognizant of your guilt--

Objection, argumentative, foundation, speculation.

Sustained.

No more questions, Your Honor.

[intriguing instrumental playing]

This video, I can't figure out what's bugging me.

Well, if you can't

figure it out now,

maybe take a break.

Okay.

[playful instrumental playing]

Oh, my God, your face.

I can see your fear.

I can see that you're scared

that we're turning into this beans sweats,

no sex couple.

Ooh, how do we go from beans and sweats

to no sex, we're nowhere near that.

Listen, I am so gonna

put a smoking hot dress on for you, like, so soon.

Whoa. Well then, maybe I'll do the same.

Oh, yes, please.

[Luke laughing]

[long exhale]

This video is really bothering you, isn't it?

Yeah, it's-- it's just like--

Let me take a look.

Okay, well, at least we know

it's a Dodgers fan, decal see?

Dodgers.

It's the same Honda Civic.

LUKE: And the same decal.

Larry, Darlene's boyfriend was driving.

She stopped to look at him,

he must've driven her to the garage that day.

That guy would do anything for her.

I gotta find Larry. Maybe he can help with the case.

Or hurt it. There could be bad blood between those two

and then you've got a terrible witness on your hands.

I've got nothing left to lose.

You know, attractive people have an unfair advantage

in the judicial system.

And in life.

Ooh, when I think about it,

first thing I thought when I saw you was,

"Goddamn, he's fine."

Does that make me shallow?

Well, the only reason I stopped and talked to you was

because you were killing that little sundress you had on. Woo!

So, wait a minute, would you not have pretended

to ask for directions if I wasn't good looking?

Baby, you are a force of nature,

kind, great sense of humor...

but no.

[laughing]

Ow, I'm just-- I'm just being honest, baby.

But look, I truly enjoyed

unwrapping this beautiful package.

Finding out how amazing you really are.

[soft instrumental music playing]

I was thinking I might wear the powder blue tux

that I wore to my prom.

Yeah, but you didn't get laid

- when you went to prom. - Zing!

AMY: Oh, look.

Vic, you're here, in LA,

twice in two weeks, everything okay?

Everything is great.

I just came to visit my son and his beautiful bride-to-be.

We're making dinner, you hungry?

Always, and I will be right in.

I just need to chat with my boy for one minute.

So, my 250 grand debt

evaporated overnight.

What the hell did you do?

Maybe you're better at business than you realize, Vic.

VIC: Oh, come on, I raised you to be smarter than that.

I was headed to Panama, I can take care of myself.

I always do.

But you're here now, with us.

So, why don't you come inside, help me and Amy make dinner?

Kurilinko is going to chew you up

and spit you out inside a chalk outline.

Fine.

I should've never told you about him.

Ah, garlic!

You know what the secret to garlic is?

You just keep adding more.

[intriguing music playing]

Please, please, don't put Larry on the stand.

Okay, look, I subpoenaed him to keep you

out of prison for the rest of your days.

Think about your mother.

I'm sorry, but this is not your call.

- Miss Lopez. - Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Dipner, please tell the jury

what led up to the encounter

between Miss Schmidt and Dr. Vasquez in the garage?

It was two days after Vasquez got off.

There was a plan to smash up that obnoxious car of his.

- EMILY: Miss Schmidt's plan? - It was my idea.

- EMILY: What happened next? - I chickened out.

And Darlene, she looked so disappointed in me,

so she grabbed the tire iron,

and she went into the garage herself.

I yelled at her to stop, but she just said I should wait.

- Did you? - LARRY: For a while,

but it was taking so long, I started freaking out.

I drove around the garage looking for her,

and that's when I saw that doctor screaming at her.

Mr. Dipner, did you hear any of the argument

between Miss Schmidt and Dr. Vasquez?

Yeah, I heard Vasquez yell.

EMILY: What did he say, Mr. Dipner?

He-- he shouted...

"You're too goddamned ugly

"for anyone to believe that I raped you."

And then, she went nuts.

I-- I didn't recognize who that person was.

So, you saw this...

crime of passion,

and you stopped it, and you helped the doctor?

No, I drove off.

And left her there.

But none of this would've happened

if it weren't for me.

It was my idea to wreck his car,

and I am so sorry that guys like that doctor,

they get away with everything.

EMILY: No further questions, Your Honor.

LOLA: Cross, Miss Palmer?

Mr. Dipner, when Miss Schmidt attacked the doctor,

did he have a weapon?

No.

Was her life in any danger?

- No. - No further questions.

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, well, well, new secret staircase.

Let's test out the acoustics.

La, la, la.

Lo, I've only got a second. I gotta meeting, so...

Really? You okay?

What's going on? Is wedding planning

- getting to you? - Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

What's up?

LOLA: You gotta fill me in on your case.

Head deputy DA takes over a prelim

on a DUI injury case, and then drops it.

What's going on?

Cops made procedural mistakes,

and there was different testimony from the witnesses.

And you didn't shake out any of those

inconsistencies sooner? That is very un-Callany.

What, are you monitoring me? Is this what judges do?

You guys sit around and you gossip?

No, what? Mark-- Seriously?

- Yup. - Go good.

Go good.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

LOLA: Foreperson, please hand the verdict form

to the bailiff.

Thank you.

Will the defendant please stand?

Go ahead.

As to count one,

attempted murder with pre-meditation,

we, the jury find the defendant not guilty.

As to count two,

attempted voluntary manslaughter,

we, the jury find the defendant guilty.

LOLA: Ladies and gentleman of the jury,

thank you for your service.

Court is dismissed.

We got a lesser charge,

which means a more lenient sentence, okay?

The jury believed you, this-- It's a win.

I'm still going to prison.

My-- my mother.

Listen, our office does holistic law.

I will make sure she gets social services.

I will.

[sighs]

[melancholic instrumental music playing]

By the way, Miss Lopez,

you look beautiful today.

♪

[knocking on door]

- Success! - [Lola chuckles] Let me see.

Wow, Lisa,

you have elevated ID picture taking

to the next level.

Okay, smoke show.

Make-up artist is my back-up gig.

[Lola laughing]

Have you ever had one of those days as a judge

when you wanna break glass in case of emergency?

Ooh, too many to count.

Lisa, you have been finding an awful lot of reasons

to visit the HOJ lately.

Are you sure you didn't lose your ID on purpose?

I thought that the court of appeal

would be a scholarly challenge, but maybe--

- maybe it's not for me. - That's a big realization.

Yeah, I-- I miss the vibrancy of trials.

The witnesses, the juries, the messiness.

The judge's chambers.

You are forgetting the headaches and the bailiffs

kung-fuing people into submission.

[laughing] Oh, yeah.

Oh, speaking of messiness,

This trial today was pretty damn ugly.

Yeah, despite my hardline,

I know how troubling it is that a woman

who might have been violated is going to prison.

Yet, if every victim

sought justice through vigilantism--

It would be anarchy.

But still, if our justice system

weren't so susceptible to bias,

victims might not resort to taking matters

into their own hands.

Well, on a lighter note,

let's admire my handywork one more time.

- [both laughing] - It's pretty damn good.

[both laughing]

Ooh!

Oh, my, Carmichael are you okay?

Yeah.

We need a less dangerous carpet up here.

Is that the royal "we"

or are you toying with coming back?

I plead the fifth, Your Honor.

♪

Hey, where are you?

I thought we were meeting in your chambers?

LOLA: Look up.

You didn't--

No, I did not cash out

Bailey's college fund,

but I did rent her for the weekend.

Wife, you are so far beyond any model in any ad, ever.

Let's take this baby for a spin, see what she can do.

But, within the speed limit 'cause I am a judge.

[Lola screaming]

♪

God, I'm exhausted.

Oh, the babushka.

I swear she's melting.

♪ Can't get the gain without any pain ♪

♪ If this is the end, I'm giving my all ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang, I'm going out with a bang ♪

♪ Only the tough will remain ♪

♪ I'm rolling even if it goes up in flames ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang ♪

So, who's it from?

Uh, just for the neighbor kid.

Somebody must have left it here by accident.

- You coming in? - Yeah, yeah,

I'll be right there.

♪ Going out with a bang ♪

♪ Only the strong remain ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang, ooh ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang ♪

♪ I'm going out with a bang, I'm going out with a bang ♪

♪