All language subtitles for The Good Fight - 3X02 The One Inspired by Roy Cohn

["Vissi d'arte"
from Puccini's Toscaplaying]

Ow! Ow.

How many times I got
to tell you?

Take out your teeth.

Very simply...

a journalist
was shot and killed.

Now, a note was left
on his body, reading:

"Kill all reporters."

And yet the ASA

is instead prosecuting
my client,

saying Chris shot him.

Why?

Because he was
supposedly being paid

by my colleague's client
to be a hit man.

Now, does that sound

overly complicated to you?

Because it does to me.

Uh... reporters are being

targeted by protesters
all over the world.

You have your Saudi assassins,

your alt-righters,

your Maltese hit men, and...

And yet the, uh... the ASA...

is, in fact,
targeting two innocent men.

I mean, why not go
after the extremists

who want to kill reporters?

Would you fuck me?

That note...
"Kill all reporters"...

It tells us that this was

a political act.
-
Good morning, Your Honor.

I'd like to approach
the bench, if I may.

You realize
you've just interrupted

your colleague's opening,
Mr. Blum?

Yes, and I only do so
in the interest

of saving the court time.

Approach.

You're wearing that?
- What is it, Mr. Blum?

Let me put it this way.

It does a grave disservice
to my client...

to compel him
to be tried jointly

with this...

young lady's client.
- You're objecting

to this now?
- I only just learned of it.

Counsel was notified
six weeks ago.

This is a joint trial.

Step back.
Let your colleague continue.

Reasonable doubt.

Burden of proof.

I mean, outside the courtroom
we never hear these words.

But we come in here
and we put on a pageant,

and we pretend we don't care

about the very thing
we care about the most:

who actually killed this guy!

Well, this court case
is different,

because I know who killed him.

This... is who.

Objection, Your Honor.
- Why would you object?

What are you afraid of?

- Wait a minute.
- Now, I'm not gonna let this

get out of hand.
So stop it.

What's he doing?
- Nothing.

We just need to keep
to our defense.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Lawyers.

Oh, they'll tell you, always:

"This case is not a whodunit."

Well, I'm saying the opposite:
"This is a whodunit."

And this is who done it.

No objection at this point?

At the appropriate time,

I'm gonna open this envelope,

and I'm gonna read you the name

that is written on
a piece of paper.

First...

you're gonna say,
"That's impossible.

That's insane."

But then you're
gonna think about it.

And then you're gonna say...

"How could it be anybody else?"

How indeed?

Geoffrey.
- Hey.

Any last-minute words of wisdom?
- Well, we don't have anyone

with matrimonial experience,

and you're bringing six
clients in with you.

I don't think you need
any last-minute words,

wise or otherwise.

Just stay out of politics?

Welcome to my world, brother.

So, I said to the judge,

"Custody goes to values,
Your Honor.

It turns on one issue."

What is that?

White Sox or Cubs.

That's great.

Uh, any other questions?

Uh... I have one.

It's about your record
in matrimonial litigation.

Ask away.

Well, it might be
nothing more than a coincidence,

but in looking through your CV,
I noticed that the vast majority

of your clients are men.

Is there any particular reason for that?
- I think it's the firm.

We're all-service, and
many of our CEOs and VCs

are transferred over
from acquisitions.

Tell me what your worry is.
- Well, I've been shepherding

a lot of our divorce cases here
in the last few weeks,

and 60% are women.
- Well, if you're worried,

I work just as well
with men as women.

Uh, excuse me, please.

I got in touch
with the clinic in Tanzania,

the one that handled
Kurt's injury.

Their English is
actually better than mine. - And?

Nurse Doto said it was
an accidental shooting

by another member
of the hunting party,

and it was 48 hours
before he was brought in.

So what was the delay?

She didn't say.

But then I...

checked Eric Trump's Instagram.

And?
- He posted

a picture of himself
standing over a dead giraffe

within that 48-hour period.

You're telling me Kurt was
shot by one of the Trumps,

but they didn't take
him to a doctor

because they wanted
to shoot a giraffe?

I don't want to draw
a conclusion, but... yeah.

He's got the experience

and comes
with six divorce clients.

I say nobody we've seen
comes close.

Let's...
let's just hire the man.

You won't be sorry.

Lucca?

What? I...
- Looking?

Wh-What are we looking for?
- For someone who doesn't

only look at the
men in the room.

Okay. No disrespect to Lucca,
but this is really

a partner-level decision.
- No, no. Lucca has been handling

our matrimonial clients...
I think we should take

What do you want to do?

Let's keep looking
at other people.

Look, we do not need to come to
a decision right at this minute.

Are you wanting the job?

The...?
- Heading up matrimonial.

Oh, that's not
why I was arguing...

Do you want the job?

I don't know.
- Well, decide,

because this guy is
way ahead of you,

and I'm gonna have
to vote for him

unless you can make a
strong case against it.

How's it lookin'?
- Good.

You got six out of
the eight votes.

I'll try not to let myself
get too excited quite yet.

That's smart.

Looking forward to
working with you.

That may not happen,
in any case.

What do you mean?

I'm not supposed to say
anything, but I was

at a Historical Law
Society wine tasting,

and according to a
reliable source... - Bob?

No, a reliablesource.

You're near the top of the list for
an appointment to the Seventh Circuit.

A... a federal judgeship?
- Yes.

You're kidding.
- No.

I'm not high-profile enough.
- You're black.

And conservative.

And people whose business
it is to know...

know about you.

So, what was that about?

What? Encouraging Lucca
to rip into Payton.

I didn't encourage her.
I just said that

we should take her opinion
into account. - Geoffrey Payton

makes sense for this firm, Liz.

He brings in top-drawer clients.

Yeah, and he's a member of
the Historical Law Society.

Ah. I knew it!

Liz, you're bringing
politics into this,

in a way that's not...
- No.

Politics is in this.

And since when did you
become a Republican?

Oh, please.
I'm trying

not to let politics
get in the way

of moving the firm forward.
- And this is

our first hire since
our fresh start, so I am having

a second look, okay?

So... I guess we're back to...

"who are we?"

I don't think we ever left it.
But you do agree

we should be looking ahead
to the future? Yeah,

a future where Trump wins
in 2020.

What? No, no,
I see what you're doing.

These associates
you're trying to hire,

and-and this partner...
You want to bring in

more conservative voices. We're hiring

a matrimonial attorney, Liz.

It shouldn't make a difference
what his politics are.

This is about the makeup
of the firm.

This is exactlywho we are.

I thought you wanted
a fresh start. I do.

But as Audre Lorde said,

"The master's tools
will never dismantle

the master's house."

If you have access...

any single fuckin' tool will
dismantle the master's house.

Grady Burkhardt.

I was Tony Mundy's editor. And at the time
of his death,

what story was
Mr. Mundy working on?

An investigative piece
about Avery Ward,

using defective
building materials

that were responsible
for three people dying

in a fire. And did this story

suggest there was
criminal negligence?

Objection. Calls
for speculation.

Doesn't matter.
Let it go.

Sustained.Mr. Burkhardt,
do you recognize

this thumb drive? It's a recording

Tony Mundy made of a call
he received from Avery Ward.

Ask the recording

be introduced into evidence
and played for the jury.

Objection. Until such time
as it can be authenticated...

Stipulate to authenticity,
Your Honor.

- Unusual point of agreement.
- Let's play the tape.

You think the jury wants to sit
through an expert witness?

You lying motherfucker!

If you publish this shit,
so help me God

I'm going to run you down
in the street.

I'm gonna make you suffer
so much, you're gonna beg me

to finish you off. Pick your head up.
Look straight ahead.

Before you became
an editor, you were

an investigative reporter.

You ever receive any threats?

I did. And would you
ever notify the police

or hire
private security? No.

And is that because in
an overwhelming number of cases,

such threats didn't warrant
being taken seriously?

- It's different now.
- "Kill all reporters."

We're dying here, in Istanbul, in...
Okay,

just a few questions. Excuse me.

Let your colleague finish. I'm sorry, dear,

were you...
Were you not finished?

I'll defer to my colleague.

Are you familiar with articles
that ran in Der Spiegel

on a pedophile ring
operating out of Antwerp?

No.

Would it surprise you to learn

that Tony Mundy
was working on a piece

that tied
that same pedophile ring

to certain political figures

in Chicago? Objection.

Oh, I betthere's an objection.

Oh, you don't want me opening
that door, do you, Matan?

Your Honor! DAVIES:
Objection's sustained.

When did you first become aware

of the ties between the Cook
County States Attorney's office

and a pedophile ring in Antwerp?

Objection! This is outrageous.

No, what's outrageous is

that a prosecutor would have
one man murdered

and two innocent men charged
with the crime.

Your Honor, these are vile
and groundless allegations.

I don't do groundless,
Your Honor.

I said I would name
the individual responsible

for this murder...

and that... is what I'm doing.

Oh, for God's sakes,
Mr. Blum, if you have a question

for the witness, please ask it.

If not, sit down.

When did you learn

that it was the
prosecutor himself

who had Tony Mundy killed?

This is insane!

Oh, is it, sir? Is it?

Look at this name!

Is it yours?!

Come on! I don't believe this.

Okay, ju-just sit down! Sit!

Hello?

Almost done.

Okay, well... I tried.

That's supposed to be a bow.

What?

Are we celebrating?

We are. We got a job.

What?! Congratulations.

Mm.
What?

Regional Director
of Veterans Affairs.

Whoa.

"Regional" as in
outside of Illinois?

Based in Chicago.

What? You-you mean
you can stay here?

Yes, Mrs. McVeigh.
Oh!

Mmm.

Mr. McVeigh.Yeah.

Well, uh, you might decide,
uh, it's time to take my name.

So, how did this come about?

Someone recommended me.

Oh, my God.

It was them, wasn't it?

Can we just be happy
for a minute?

Hans and Franz,
your safari buddies...

They're the ones
who recommended you?

For the first time, we will be
living here and working here.

And you can't even tell me

because you signed
that fucking NDA.

Is it possible for you
to get past your hatred of them?

Just tell me one thing, Kurt.

Why did it take them so long
to get you to the hospital?

Was it because they
didn't want to miss

their baby zebra barbecue
that they scheduled?

Where is this coming from?

Their Instagram.

They forced you to sign
an NDA, and meanwhile,

they're bragging to the
world about their exploits...

The great white hunters.

Diane, I'm taking this job.
It's a good job.

And I'll be doing
what I think is important,

and it allow us to be together,
and that trumps everything else.

Oh, don't use that word!

And that's more important
than everything else. Aah!

You got to do better
than that, Cookie.

I can't keep carrying you.

You! It's you! It's you!

Oh, Christ, another asshole
whose toy truck I sat on?

Keep him the fuck away from me.

You're a Rindell, aren't you?

I had nothing to do with...

You know how much I lost?

My money went to your
pocket, you fucking Rindell!

Hey, it was my father.
It wasn't me.

Hey, Gollum,
she said it wasn't her.

Take a fucking hike.
This doesn't concern you.

Oh, everything that happens
in this building concerns me,

numbnuts!

Thank you.

So... you're a Rindell?

You changed your name
for your website?

My mom's maiden name.

Better you should stick
with Rindell.

Let's work
on trial strategy. Come on.

So what do I do, Joseph? Huh?

♪ Every day,
it's a-getting closer ♪

♪ Goin' faster
than a roller coaster... ♪

If I fight to take over
the divorce practice,

I have to put in
even more hours,

which takes me away from you
for even longer.

And I love being with you.

Isn't that odd?

I never thought
I'd be one of those women,

but here I am,

talking like
the world revolves around you.

God, you are beautiful.

It's got to be genetic, right?

It's the curse
of the working mother.

I feel like I'm missing out
on something when I'm with you,

and I feel...

physically ill
when I'm away from you.

But... when I saw
that lawyer today,

I thought... I could run
motherfucking rings around him.

So more time at work
and less time with you?

Or less time at work,

and I forget
about the partner track?

Which I have worked
my ass off for.

And it's not just about
ambition, either.

I mean,
how do I pay for schools?

And college?

And piano lessons?

You have
to give me a sign, Joseph.

Do I spend more time
at work, or...?

Hi. Liz.

Yeah, sorry it's late.

I decided.

I want the matrimonial spot.

Yeah. I know.

Okay, Boseman tomorrow.

Got it. Thanks.

♪ Every day seems
a little longer ♪

♪ Every way,
love's a little stronger ♪

♪ Come what may, do you ever
long for true love from me? ♪

♪ Every day,
it's a-gettin' faster ♪

♪ Everyone says,
"Go ahead and ask her" ♪

♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey, hey.

You're home early.

Oh. Hey.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Whoa-ho. You look sexy.

Are you going on a date? Yeah.

Two women I met.

Very nice.Ah.

Hope they can cook.

And clean.

Okay, now we got
the repartee out of the way.

What's up, handsome?

It's a, uh, cocktail
party for work.

What? And no spouses?

I thought you
wouldn't want to come.

It's a Republican fund-raiser.

Oh, I'm coming.
Diane...

I wouldn't miss it.

Who are we raising funds for?

You won't like it.
Eric and Don are speaking.

Are you kidding?

Eric and Don!

I have lived my life
for this moment.

Ooh, what shall I wear?

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

a stately pleasure dome decree."

You said we were gonna go
to your office.

This ismy office.

Don't worry. I'm not
gonna fuck you.

Zhang Wei, where are
the orange pills?!

Okay, let's talk strategy.

As attorneys,
we are not finders of fact.

We are tellers of story.

You gonna write this down
or what?

We take the evidence,
and we craft it

into a coherent
narrative for the jury.

I get it. You don't get it.

Who said anything
about evidence?

We base the story
on the evidence, no?

No, we base the evidence
on the story.

We prove what helps us,
we disprove what hurts us.

Whoever tells the best story
goes home with cash and prizes.

You want to make 80 grand
a year, eating dinner

off a cardboard box at midnight,

you go by what they teach you
in law school.

But you want
to make yourself useful enough

to be worth something,
you go by me.

Shit, go by your father.

My father's in prison.
Oh, I got news for you,

Mary Jane... so are you.

The difference is,

your father knew
what it was like to be free.

Open your hand.

That is a fentanyl lollipop.

Tomorrow morning, 9:30 a.m.,
just before court,

I want you to suck enough dope
off it so you don't look like

a teacher's aide at Our Lady
Of Perpetual Sorrow.

Is that you with...
Roy Cohn? Yup.

That's me,
Roger Stone and Roy Cohn.

That's who's been talking
to you, Mary Catherine.

Oh, the words
come from my mouth,

but the wisdom comes from him.

♪ Rosenbergs were Russian spies,
they never had a prayer ♪

♪ Roy Cohn helped convict them

♪ He made sure
they got the chair ♪

♪ He and Joe McCarthy
set the Red Scare all ablaze ♪

♪ Said the State Department
was all Communists and gays ♪

♪ Someone said,
"Have you no decency?" ♪

♪ Roy Cohn said,
"No, not really." ♪

♪ Roy Cohn came to party,
in his heart he loved to win ♪

♪ If you are indicted,
you're invited, come on in ♪

♪ Because Roy Cohn came
to party ♪

♪ Back in New York City
where his list of clients grew ♪

♪ Defended a young Trump and
taught him everything he knew ♪

♪ Wise guys and the bagmen,
financiers and millionaires ♪

♪ Everybody breaks the rules
and no one fucking cares ♪

♪ Truth is,
the world just keeps spinning ♪

♪ But who needs the truth
when you're winning? ♪

♪ Roy Cohn came to party,
in his heart he loved to win ♪

♪ If you are indicted,
you're invited, come on in ♪

♪ Because Roy Cohn came
to party ♪

♪ Roy Cohn came to party.

Ah, he spread his arms out

like a sheltering sky.

See, he taught us

that there could be beauty

in a well-told lie.

He showed us, you could
ruin people's lives

because it served
your interests,

and deny ever having done it.

Oh. Oh, they could accuse you.

They could offer up evidence.

You didn't deny,
you didn't explain,

and you never, everapologized.

Oh, he was the river,
Mary Clodagh.

He was our Euphrates,
the cradle of all we hold dear.

He might have used up
his physical body,

but his spirit lives on...
in me,

in the White House,
and, if you let him,

in you.

Oh, you walk into court
tomorrow morning

with dope-pinned
eyeballs, a wet pussy

and Roy Cohn in your heart,

ah, there's no one on
earth who can touch you.

Remember,
suck on this for 30 seconds,

and then... seek and destroy.

Let's not make a big fuss, okay?

Me? I'm just here to be
a supportive spouse.

Uh-huh.

Ooh. Thank you.

The Senate is the place to start
this counter-revolution.

That's why I'm running.

Counter-revolution.
That sounds dangerous.

Only for the Democrats.

Donald Trump's the first

truly pro-life president
we've ever had.

That's what matters to the base.

And I'll take
energized Evangelicals

over freeloading immigrants
every time.

I probably shouldn't say this.

Oh, go ahead.

I love the Mexican people.

They're extremely hardworking.

And they're not PC at all.

Some of the best jokes about
Mexicans are told by Mexicans.

Such as...?

"What did the Mexican fireman

"call his two kids?

Hose A and Hose B."

You have to delete it.

It's not like
I'm doing anything with it.

"The first
truly pro-life president."

Diane, he'd been drinking.

It was a party.

Oh, and if we were
at Goebbels's party,

you really think it would
be wrong to record?

I would.

We were guests.

♪ Back together again.

Diane.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you have a minute?

Oh, sure.

I feel like the kid
being held after school.

Am I doing something wrong?

You're hitting too hard.

Oh, my God.
I-I'm sorry.

We strive to release
the enemy's aggression.

Neutralize the conflict.

Defend.
Not destroy.

Oh, God. I didn't realize
I was doing that.

Harmony with all beings.

Yup. And the universe.

Right.

Diane, can I adjust you?

Uh-huh.

Focus on the center.

Mm.

The tanden.

Forget about everything else
troubling you.

Your work... Politics...

The world...
George Soros...

The Jewish conspiracy
to control the media.

Hmm?

Excuse me?

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Focus on the spirit. The ki.

Yes, but what did you just say?

Forget all the other things
assaulting you.

Such as...?

Politics.

The Jewish conspiracy?

Especially that.

Okay.

You didn't do it, did you?
The lollipop.

No.

What a good little girl am I.

Give it back.

No. I'm gonna save
it for the weekend.

Taylor Swift concert?

Ooh, yeah.
How did you guess?

You're quite a tease,
aren't you?

"I'll dance,
but I won't dance sexy."

What an embarrassment
you are to your father.

How do you know the defendant

Chris Colman, Mr. Howell?

Uh, we both did time
at Danville.

And did Mr. Colman ever confide
in you while incarcerated?

Yeah. He said Avery Ward offered
him $50,000 to kill Tony Mundy.

No further questions.

I'm looking at your record,
Mr. Howell,

and you've spent more time
in jail than out of it.

Born under a bad sign,
what can I say?

As a repeat offender, you were
looking at the possibility

of life imprisonment, and yet,
well, the deal you struck

with the prosecutor lets you off
with time served.

I feel I've been given
a second chance.

Well, by my count,
it's closer to a 23rd. Ha!

Mr. Blum, enough
with the vocalizations.

Apologies, Your Honor.
It was an involuntary reaction.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Howell,

that two individuals
you testified against

had their convictions overturned
on appeal?

Your Honor,
those convictions were vacated

for reasons wholly unrelated
to the witness's...

Your Honor, if the ASA wishes
to testify, let's swear him in.

I stopped it, Your Honor.

Mr. Brody, sit down.

You're not the witness.

So Mr. Brody didn't refile
these cases

even after your claims
that the defendants confessed?

Oh, I don't know anything
about that.

Oh, it doesn't say much
for your credibility.

How many times did Matan Brody
visit you in prison, sir?

Five or six times.

That's a lot of visits. Not really.

Well, how many times did your
mother visit you in prison?

Sustained.

I guess that's
a sensitive point.

I'm sorry.

At any of your meetings
with Mr. Brody,

did he ever mention
covering up his involvement

in the murder of Tony...
My God, Your Honor.

It's a simple question. This is beyond...

Objection sustained.

Oh, there was no objection.

Objection.

Sustained.

Request a sidebar, Your Honor.
DAVIES: What for?

I have evidence that Mr. Brody

may be covering up
his own crime.

Oh, dear God, approach.

When I signal you,
become outraged.

These-these are just photocopies
of take-out menus.

Uh, there are photocopies of
take-out menus on both sides.

At such time as this provides
proof of Mr. Brody's guilt,

I would ask that the court
admit this into evidence.

What the hell
are you talking about?

This is wrong,
Your Honor. Wrong.

I don't understand.
What do you mean to say?

We have good evidence, and it

is being overruled willy-nilly.Willy-nilly.

You two have gone insane.

Step back. Get out of my face.

Take this and go back
to your seats.

Get out of here.

Shake your head.

A miscarriage of justice.

I want the department.

I want to run divorce law.
You're a fourth year, Lucca.

Yes. And that's who
you need in the position.

These men we've been
interviewing, they've finished

their climb; they're looking
for a place to coast.

I don't think that's... Yes, it is true.

Look at the drop-off
in their representation.

None of their firms are
fighting to keep them.

I'll give everything I have
to this job.

You just had a baby, Lucca.

And he has made me
even more aggressive.

More a fighter.

Okay, look.

We should interview you like
we're interviewing anyone.

That's all I ask.

Thank you for your time.

Ah, you're lining up
your women's army.

No. I just want
what's best for the firm.

Bullshit.

Lucca.

Good start, but Geoffrey Payton
is a rainmaker,

so unless you can show that you
are, too, he's got you beat.

Hello, this is sales.

I should warn you, I can
out-talk you and I'm bored.

It's Lucca, Francesca.

What's wrong?
Why is Joseph crying?

Oh, I told him about
the Supreme Court

and he was devastated.
Hang on.

♪ If you're happy
and you know it... ♪

One second, Francesca. What do you need?

Um, can you get me some
background on the divorce lawyer

we're thinking of hiring?
Geoffrey Payton.

Sure. Standard background
or dirt background?

Just standard. No. Dirt.

No problem.

Sorry, Francesca.

So, um, so, hey,

you were talking about
your book group, and...

Yeah. We're reading
The Red Tent.

Um, you thought there might
be some divorce business there?

Oh, so much. So much.

Hey, why don't I arrange
a Sip and See?

Uh, a... Sip and See.

They come and see the baby

and sip mint juleps
until they're drunk.

Actually, I was thinking...

I'm gonna call everyone.

Okay, we're done here.

10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning,

unless I decide
on early retirement.

All rise.

We need to discuss
defense witnesses.

You haven't listed any.

Yeah, but here, take my arm.

I'm temporarily blind.

What? I'm blind; take my arm.

What part of that
doesn't make sense?

I'm gonna need you
to drive me home.

Wha... I will if you need me to,

but what about your associates?

Not reliable.

I only keep them around
'cause, occasionally,

I like to watch them fuck.

Oh, you've never driven
a Rolls before, have you?

No. No, I haven't.

Okay. It's towards you and down.

But-but be gentle, you know?

Like it's
your girlfriend's snatch.

Oh. Oh, is that supposed
to be a secret?

He's beyond cute. Oh, he's gorgeous.

My husband encouraged me

to sleep
with his hedge fund manager.

Can he use it against
me that I did?

Illinois is a no-fault state,

so it doesn't matter
what you did.

♪ Mom and Dad split,
and I don't care ♪

♪ Mom and Dad split,
and I don't care. ♪

My husband says I have
to sell my clothes.

Oh, no. He's just trying
to bully you.

You should get your husband
to talk to your lawyer.

Your lawyer's a wimp, Nicole.

Hire Lucca.

Oh, are you a divorce lawyer?

I am.

Uh, can I get your card?

Okay, where are we?
This isn't your house.

Honk twice.
Why?

How many, Alphonse? Five.

Count's right? Yeah, Roland.

There you go.Thanks.

Trust but verify.

What was that about?

I gave Reagan that line.

What are those boxes?

Hospice care kits.

One of them's for you.

Wait. They're narcotics
for people who are terminal?

I hate to break it to you, kid,
we're all terminal.

Okay, that's the codeine...

that's the tincture
of cannabis...

There it is.
Okay. This.

You need water with that?

Oh, no.

You don't take these with water!

Oh, God.

When are we gonna
discuss trial strategy?

Oh, I need a quick shot first.

Oh. Mm. Mm!

Who's that? Candy.

Candy. Oh, funny Candy.

Sweet, sweet Candy.
Open your mouth,

you little minx.

Now, this is, uh...
well, she's a Rindell,

and she is in need
of assistance.

One shot. Come on.

Come on, you had
a good day. Drink!

Is she drinking? She is.

Yeah. Are you a lawyer?

Mm. Candy likes lawyers.

Ah, to be that smart
and that hot.

Not to mention that cold.

Oh, she set her father
up with the Feds.

Sent him to prison for life.

Did she really?

Oh, she may look like
a delicate flower

on the surface,

but underneath,
she's a fuckin' assassin. Ha!

Here, come on.
One more and you're done.

We're not gonna talk
strategy, are we, Blum?

Yes, we are. You want to hear
my strategy for tomorrow,

come on, show me
the bottom of this glass.

Ah-ha-ha-ha.

Ah, see!
See, you can be fun.

Oh, you have no idea who I am.

Oh, I'm getting an inkling.

Okay, you want to know
my plan for tomorrow?

Improvise.

See, facts... pointless.

You're there to paint a picture,

not give a book report.
I tell you,

"Oh, I got some facts
I want to share with you."

Wha-What does your mind do?
It shuts down.

It's homework.

But I say to you,
"Oh, you won't believe

who got caught fucking
her husband's urologist,"

oh, you're all ears.

Stories beat facts every time.

Hi, your alley is free.

Okay.

Yes!

Oh, are these your trial notes?

What do you think?

Oh.Hey.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yes.

These are very complete.
Quite incisive.

Can I have those back, please?

Wait, I just need
a little more light.

Oh, is...
Oh, isn't that freeing? Oh, my God.

Oh! Oh, it's like
an Irish fable

of scattering your troubles
to the four winds!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Motherfucker!
I need those notes!

I spent hours
on those fucking notes!

How dare you scatter them
to the...

Diane.

Tara, what are...
A reporter called me.

W-Wait. Let's-let's just
discuss this in my office.

A reporter called me.

She asked me to verify a story.

The story that, uh...

that Trump asked me
to have an abortion.

How did she come by
that information?

I don't know.

Did you leak it?

No.

I thought maybe this
was your way of...

breaking my NDA.

Absolutely not.

Tara, I-I had
no-no part of this.

Do you have any idea who did?

Who else have you told?

A bunch of people.

Tara, I'm so sorry.

This is supremely shitty.

Do you want the result
on that Geoffrey Payton check?

Is there anything interesting?

Depends what you think
is interesting.

I think you'll see that,
just in the last 24 hours,

I've brought in three
new divorce cases,

all involving assets
of over $23 million.

And Geoffrey Payton has six
clients he's bringing with him.

Oh, but only to handle divorces.

On all other matters,
they'll run litigation

through Mr. Payton's prior firm.

Mine intend to bring
all their litigation needs

to Reddick/Boseman.

And can I say, I am not fettered

by previous political
obligations.

What does that mean? Well, I don't
want to put too fine a point on it,

but Mr. Payton joined
the Historical Law Society.

Seriously, are we gonna bring
this down to politics? Okay,

let's just keep politics
out of this, Lucca.

Everyone's taken his
memberships into consideration. LUCCA: Yes.

It's just there was
one additional point.

Mr. Payton was one
of the attorneys

who prepped Brett Kavanaugh.

All right, the judge
is going to speak now!

Let the judge speak!

Mr. Blum, I'm going

to let you call
your rebuttal witness.

However,
I'm not gonna call in the jury

until I hear the thrust
of this testimony.

Oh, shut up. Shut up!

Shut up!
Shut up!

Shut up! Both of you!

Shut your mouths!

Shut the hell up!

Oh, God.

In a week,
I'm going to Santa Fe,

where I'll be visiting a spa,

and I'll be wearing nothing
but a towel

and a mud mask.

Mr. Blum,

you may call
your rebuttal witness.

Inspirational words, Your Honor.

I call
Ms. Enid Blyton.

What are you doing?

Just watch.

No. No, this is not a witness.

Mr. Blum.

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Blyton,
we've heard from a convict

named David Howell.

Do you know him? Yes.

He was my boyfriend
for three long years.

Ah. Did you ever

hear him mention the prosecutor,

Matan Brody? Yeah. He said

Matan was his
Get Out of Jail Free card.

Your Honor,
I ask to confer with co-counsel.

I'm almost done here.

It's a matter
of some importance.

You're suborning

perjury. No, I am neutralizing

a potentially damaging witness.

What's your next point? You either get her

to walk back her testimony...

Say it was a case of
mistaken identity or something...

Or I am going to the judge.

Okay.

So here's where the
training wheels come off.

You go anywhere near that judge,

and I make one phone call to my
boy in the police department.

You know what happens then?

Simultaneous raids of your
office, apartment and car,

one of which is sure to turn up

that hospice care box
you took from me.

I didn't take anything from...
I'm guessing possession

of a deluxe assortment
from Harry & David's

Dope of the Month Club
won't go down too well

with the Disciplinary Committee
of the bar association.

So to avoid that sad
eventuality, Mary Elizabeth,

shut the fuckup.

My name... is Maia.

Hey. Hi.Thanks.

Sign here.

Thank you.

Mr. Ward,
did it surprise you

that you were being made
the fall guy for this murder?

It surprises me any time someone
in a position of public trust,

like the prosecutor,
does something dishonest.

But I guess if you're capable
of having a man murdered,

you're also capable of accusing
somebody else of doing it.

Thank you.

I have nothing further.

Anything, Prosecutor?

Nothing for this witness,
Your Honor.

All right.

Witness, you're excused.

Your Honor, if I may.

Wait. Your Honor, I, uh...

Uh, well, Mr. Ward
is my witness.

Yes, and I have questions
for him.

She's right.

Ask your questions.

Mr. Ward, hi.

Chris Colman does security

for you.
Is that correct?

Yes.

Has he ever served as a driver

for your daughter Samantha?

He may have, on occasion.

Why? Did you ever ask him
to do anything other

than drive on behalf of
your daughter Samantha?

Not that I recall. Well, let me see if
I can help you recall.

Now, your daughter,
she was dating

an individual named Ahmed Nassif
at one point, was she not?

Your Honor,
I think my co-counsel

may not be working
off current information.

May I be allowed
to confer with her?

Well, I'd like to proceed,
Your Honor. We can confer later.

Go for it.

Did you ever
ask Mr. Colman

if he could arrange
to have Ahmed killed?

Your Honor, I believe my
co-counsel may be suffering

from acute hypoglycemia.

I would ask for a brief recess

so I can force-feed
her a candy bar.

Oh, I don't need a candy bar,
Your Honor.

Counsel, approach.

All right,
here's what's gonna happen now.

I'm declaring a mistrial,

because I have to.
The state will re-file,

and I'll make sure that
it's before me so that we may,

once again, try
these two defendants together.

Your Honor... No, no, no.

You two are obviously working
at cross-purposes now.

And I know, um, Ms., um...

What's your current name?

Rindell.

Yes. Of course.

I know you did this
because you think

your client deserves
a separate trial.

Well, no such luck.

Your Honor, my client
can't get a fair trial

if we're with Mr. Blum. Well, I suggest
you visit the court officer

so he can stamp your tough-shit
ticket, Ms. Rindell,

'cause that's what we're doing.

The two of you
are joined at the hip,

so get used to it.

I-I want you to see this.

See, th-this is the house
I used to live in.

And this is the house
I live in now.

What the fuck do I care?

This is wrong.

Three votes for Geoffrey Payton.

How many votes for Lucca Quinn?

And Lucca is our new head
of matrimonial law.

Hey, Geoffrey.

I wanted to get to you
right away.

It doesn't look like
it'll work out.

Yeah. I know. I'm sorry.

But, uh... Anyway, uh,

am I still being short-listed
for the judgeship?

So, you won.

We all won.

Mm. No, I don't think so.

Geoffrey was the smarter
choice for the firm.

Lucca was the smarter
choice for you.

I told Lucca
she needed new clients.

She got three in one night.

And the partners
didn't care about that.

They cared about the dirt
that she dug up on him.

Kavanaugh, huh? Ooh.

Showed what
she was willing to do.

Play dirty,
manipulate, backstab.

I thought you liked that.

So we answered the question,

"who are we?" Yep.

Welcome to the Thunderdome.

I'm sorry.