All language subtitles for The Good Fight 2x05 - Day 436

Evening.

All right.

Eh, we're getting reports
some mutt is casing residences

by, uh, McKinley Park.

Now, we got our numbers
on break-ins down

last month, so special
attention there, all right?

Uh... some complaints

regarding RMPs double-parked
in front of Portillo's.

If you're there on dinner break,
find someplace else to park.

Well, what if it's not
on our dinner break?

Moving on.

Uh... All right, listen up.

"Pursuant to a consent decree

between the City and various plaintiffs

suing for actions alleged
to have been taken by members

of the Chicago Police Department,

attorneys from firms so
designated by a magistrate

will be granted access to
CPD operations in the field."

And that means?

We got company. There's
some lawyers here

who'll be doing ride-alongs tonight.

Uh... as the chief of
patrol has directed,

the department will
be in full compliance

with the terms of said consent decree.

The following units

will have one such attorney
riding along with them:

uh... Sector Charlie.

And Sector David.

Come on, let's remember,

we're on the same side
with this. All right?

That's it.

Be safe.

Here we go.

There's one for you and one for you.

Liability waiver?

It's for our lawyers.
I'm sure you understand.

"The undersigned

hereby agrees to assume the
risk of death, personal injury,

and/or property damage."

I wouldn't worry too much
about that with Charlie Sector.

What about David Sector?

Make sure you sign all the pages.

- We can always change sectors.
- No.

No, no, no. I'm up for it.

- Maia Rindell. Let's go.
- Yes.

- Put this on.
- Wh... is this a bulletproof vest?

No, it's a stab-proof vest.

Protects against knives
and, uh, thrown acid.

- Oh. Fun times.
- Yeah.

- Lucca Quinn? This way.
- Yeah.

Okay.

_

The move has provoked

widespread protests
throughout the Middle East,

with Hezbollah leader,
Hassan Nasrallah, calling it

"undisguised American aggression."

In response, President Trump tweeted,

"Mr. Nasrallah looks like

a stupid fat Santa in a turban..."

German Chancellor Merkel

called the comment by
the American president:

"Unhelpful..."

I do the most

least amount of bragging...

word "house" instead of "hole."

As in, "shit house..."

tropical storm Don Jr.

About to make landfall
in Cuba, and on the...

new species of fungus
named covfefe originalis,

after the president's...

piece from the Ivanka Trump collection.

And here's a really
nice piece from the...

Now let's see how our
friends on the farm are doing.

I'm tired.

I can't sleep either.

We'll have to count
little boys and girls.

How can you sleep when
Donald Trump is president?

Just look at North Korea.

They've got their missiles
pointed right at us, and...

Are you tired of being
tired? Sick of being sick?

- Hello?
- Hey, invite me over right now.

Tully?

Yeah. Come on. Let's
have a glass of wine.

Tully, I'm in bed.

Ooh. What're you wearing?

We said it was a one-night thing, Tully.

Where are you? It sounds
like someone's being killed.

I'm downtown.

The police are overreacting.

Hey, guys, keep it down.

I'm on the phone.

What are you protesting now?

Come on down and find out.
It's, uh, very exciting.

No. I think I'm in for the night.

- Um, stay safe.
- Diane.

Now wait. You know we-we had
something great going, right?

That's my call-waiting. Good night.

- Who is that, your other lover?
- Good night.

Don't kill anyone.

Hello?

Still me. See, I think
subconsciously you wanted it

to be me...

- Hello?
- Diane.

Sorry to call you at home.

Oh, no, I'm awake.

The network wants to broadcast
something on its morning show,

and they're getting some pushback.

We're outside counsel

and we only have eight
hours to sort this out.

Well, who's the pushback coming from?

Old friend of yours.

- Mr. Burl Preston.
- Yes, it's me.

And I've forgotten your name.

- Diane Lockhart.
- Diane.

And this is my partner
in crime, Adrian Boseman.

Mr. Preston.

I heard your house burned down.

I'm sorry. Dangers of canyon living.

Don't cry for me, I have two more.

And I heard clients are
killing lawyers in Chicago.

Yes, one or two.

Well, you're taking it well.

Well, Chicago. We're used to worse.

Uh, we're just in with our
clients right now, Mr. Preston.

We'll be out to get
you in a few minutes.

Sure, I'll just sit here.

After four hours jetting
into a snowstorm, why not?

I got all the time in the world.

You're the ones who are in such a hurry

to air this nonsense.

It's not a black and
white situation, Greg.

There are photos of the
woman arm-in-arm with him.

- Is he here?
- Yeah.

Is he mad?

What?

Is it gonna be a testy negotiation?

I don't think it's going
to be a negotiation at all.

This is a First Amendment issue.

You have a news story. It's
yours to broadcast or not.

Unless it's defamatory.

- Well, there's no reason...
- Well, let's not get

ahead of ourselves, okay?

Okay, okay, okay, wait.
Carter is our in-house counsel.

He keeps us from doing anything stupid.

Reddick/Boseman,

you defend us if we end
up doing anything stupid.

So we all have a role here.

And we have seven hours to figure out

whether to broadcast this story.

So let's start.

So what's this about?

You stay with us, and
give us a report card?

Yeah. And offer suggestions on the law

and how it can be obeyed.

And, what, we get, like,
a grade on our windshield?

- Like those restaurants?
- And everybody avoids

getting arrested by a car with a "C."

So you do this every night?

No, once a month.

And other lawyers from other
firms follow other cops.

Aren't you guys dodging
bullets these days?

That's right. People hate you lawyers.

I thought we were hated.

It's overblown. It
was just a few lawyers.

What about that lawyer that
hanged himself yesterday?

You know, people aren't
thinking he did it,

it was done to him.

Who was that?

I don't know his name.

It was over in Highland Park,

- I think.
- Hey.

Here comes the big action for the night.

Get ready.

There it is!

- Every single night.
- Readjusting the package.

_

RMP Eleven-Thirty-Nine.

Code Three pursuit of a white,

late-model Camaro, Tennessee tags,

"Three, Six, Tom, Victor, David."

vicinity of Code Five.

Aah.

The list of prominent men accused

of sexual harassment continues to grow

even six months after Harvey Weinstein.

Now the biggest

and potentially most explosive name

has been added to the
list. Kip Dunning...

- Pause here.
- "Please."

Please.

We obviously object to the story

top to bottom, and will immediately

sue for damages, but I want to point out

how sloppy this story is. "Alleged."

Where is the word "alleged"?

- So you'd like that added to the copy?
- No.

As I already stated,

this whole story is
defamatory and should be cut.

So can we move on, please?

Certainly. Play.

Please.

Kip Dunning

is an actor with a
reputation rarely matched

- in the Hollywood firmament...
- Oh, come on.

Talk about cynical. You use
a still... Pause, please.

And notice "please."

You use a still

from an action movie to suggest
Kip is aggressive to women.

This is the nicest actor

on the face of the earth,

and you place him in
a defamatory light...

You want us to change
out the photo? Great.

- I'm sure we can do that.
- My individual issues

in no way undercut the main point:

this report is defamatory.

Please, if you'd be so kind, play.

And now two women have come
forward to accuse Dunning

of both sexual assault and rape.

He told me I'd have a career.

He said everybody did it.

- This was my idol...
- Okay, here it is.

Stop, please.

You use an anonymous woman,

someone Kip can't confront,

to charge him with forced oral rape.

That, to put it simply, is bullshit.

The reporter did a thorough check...

We all know that these
days, even the whisper

of a sexual harassment charge

ruins a career for life.

Yes, and that's why this story was sent

to Kip, so he or his representatives

could comment on it.

We're willing to put
his comment in the story.

And we're willing to
address your objections

by re-editing the story.

My objection is you're being used.

Sexual harassment is
no longer the province

of "MeToo" hashtags. It's
being used politically.

And Kip has made so many
enemies among the alt-right,

this is a hack job from them.

We've invited the reporter in

to defend her report, so please
stick around, Mr. Preston.

Sure. I'm still on L.A. time.

It's only 9:00 p.m. to me.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mr. Bloom.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Show him that we're not a united front.

Give him any hope
whatsoever that we will cave.

I didn't do that.

- That is bullshit.
- I didn't do that.

Yes, you did.

You're insulting my
intelligence right now...

Wait, wait.

I want in-house counsel
and out-house counsel.

Excuse me, outside counsel,

to work together.

So let's discuss what
we'll say before we say it.

Agreed.

Uh, uh, Diane. Marissa, come.

Diane.

I don't trust their in-house counsel.

Well, he gets paid
if there are no suits.

We get paid if we win suits.

Makes him cowardly.

Well, what do you want from us?

We only have a few more hours,

so I need you to look
into the two accusers.

Marissa, you take the anonymous accuser.

Jay, you take the other.

They're not gonna be
happy about being woken up.

My guess is that these stories stand up,

but Preston makes a good
point about the alt-right.

Find out if this is a setup.

Don't believe the women? It's not that.

We're in the second wave of
these harassment charges, Diane.

Certain people are using
it for political advantage.

Let's just be sure

our charges stand up. All right?

- Okay, we're on it.
- Good.

Should I call Lucca?

No. She and Maia are
on consent decree duty.

Oh, oh, right.

Hey, did you see another
lawyer got killed?

- What? Who?
- Wilk Hobson.

Oh.

- You know him?
- Yes.

He and my late partner, Will Gardner,

once got in a fistfight. My God.

What happened?

He was found hanged
in his vacation home.

He was found hanged? So...

Wait, was he killed, or...

Police don't know.

He had sued somebody
on a slip-and-fall,

and the other client had threatened him.

Wow.

The year of living dangerously.

How long do these
pursuits usually go on for?

We can let you out.

No, no, I... I was just wondering.

Put your fucking hands up!

Don't move, motherfucker, don't move!

Stay here.

Don't move, motherfucker, do not move!

Yeah, put your hands
where I can see them.

Do not move your hands!

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Hey!

Stay here.

Put your hands...

Put your hands where I can see them.

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Hands where I can fucking see them!

Get back in the car, ma'am.

Don't move, motherfucker!

- Stay down, motherfucker!
- Hey, hey.

Take it easy, Bobby.
We've got eyes on us.

Get down, get down.

- What the fuck?
- Shit.

- Say his name!
- Where'd that come from?

Philando Castile!

Say his name!

Philando Castile!

Say his name!

- You see where it came from?
- Yeah, north corner. Eighth floor.

- I'm going in.
- Yo, Officer, say his name!

Why you still got your gun out?

Who said that?

- They always got their gun out.
- What's it matter to you?

'Cause I say it matters.

- Whatever.
- You see who threw that bottle?

Huh?

- Any of you.
- Not us, Officers.

Yeah, I know your name. Raymond, right?

- When'd you get out, Raymond?
- January 19.

- And who's your parole officer?
- You should be back in the car.

- No, I'm all right, thank you.
- No, don't look at her.

Look at me. When's the last
time you saw your parole officer?

- Tuesday before last.
- You smoking marijuana, Raymond?

Your name Maia?

Yeah. Chantal, right?

Yeah. You're bleeding.

Oh, it's fine.

It's flying glass.

- You two know each other?
- What you doing around here?

I'm just here to observe.

Make sure the officers are
doing things by the book.

She a client?

No, actually, we were
locked up together.

What?

_

What's this?

Looks like a DUI.

You're in luck.

Action tonight.

Oh!

You scared me. Hello.

Evening. License and
registration, please.

Of course.

Have you had anything
to drink this evening?

Well, it was a celebration,
so I had to have something.

I see, and how much have you
had to drink tonight, ma'am?

Just one mai tai, that's all.

And mostly, it was pineapple juice.

You know, I know the officer
that usually works here.

You know, the one that
looks like Jim Nabors?

Oh, wasn't that sad

about him dying?

Lucca?

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Lovatelli?

Oh, please. Francesca.

I was almost your mother-in-law,

for Christ's sake.

What are you doing here?

Are you in trouble?

Oh, no. No, I-I'm doing a
ride-along with the police

on a consent decree.

I'm sorry, I just tuned out.

Ma'am.

I need to see your driver's license

- and registration, please.
- "Ma'am."

Do I look like a "ma'am" to you?

I'll have you know I do Pilates, daily.

Please follow instructions.
Step out of the car.

Oh! Here's a tough one.

Well, is he the "bad cop"?

Now, look, I have a card here
that Jim Nabors gave to me,

because I'm a good
citizen, and I also give

to the police department fund.

Ma'am, that doesn't matter.

We treat each citizen equally.

Well, that's what they
say at Saks before you

show them the gold card.

Where is Lucca?

There you are. Why did you
and Colin break up, anyway?

Okay, ma'am, I need
you to pay attention.

Please, step over here, out of traffic.

- I can do that.
- Now, I need you to take nine steps.

- All right.
- Heel to toe in a straight line.

You know, it's not because
you're black, Lucca.

I liked you. So many of his girlfriends

have big tits, and they
have nothing to say.

Ma'am, ma'am. You're clearly inebriated.

We'll need you to place
your hands behind your back.

Oh, come on, I've had one mai tai.

Francesca, I don't
think it's a-a good idea

to say anything more,
for the moment, legally.

- You are so adorable.
- Okay.

Okay, hands on the
vehicle, please, ma'am.

Which one?

This one, right over here.

This is ridiculous.

I've had one mai tai.

Might I have a mai tai?

I know what a mai tai is, ma'am.

- Please, hands on the car.
- I bet you do.

What are you doing?

Sorry, it's just a-a
ringtone I have to get.

- Hey.
- Yeah, Colin?

I'm sorry for calling so late.

It's all good. W-What's up?

Uh, actually, I'm on

a consent decree ride-along with
some cops in Lake View, and...

Who is that?

- Your mother is being arrested.
- Can't she call you back?

Uh... sorry, what was that?

Your mother is being arrested.

She... she what?

Your mother? Francesca?

She's being taken in for a DUI.

How...

W-Wait. Uh, uh...

W-What are you doing there?

- H-Hold on, stop.
- I am holding on.

You know who should drive?

- You're a little busy.
- Not me.

Let me, uh, call you back

when I find out what
station's she been taken to.

No, no, no. I'm not. It... hey...

So, are you done with your business?

Like everyone else, I didn't
want to believe it at first.

I mean, who'd want to? It's Kip Dunning.

He was supposed to be
one of the good ones.

He is one of the good ones.

Mr. Preston, please.

Let Ms. Nivola continue.

Thank you. You can call me Naomi.

Look, I stand by my sources.

I don't know what else to say.

- And how long you been working on this story?
- Two months.

And how'd you approach these two women?

I didn't. I saw their stories on #MeToo.

I wrote them, and asked if they
would be willing to comment.

They were hesitant, but
they agreed to have lunch.

So you were trolling #MeToo for stories.

- Mr. Preston, come on.
- It's a fair question.

- Let her answer.
- No.

I was writing my own account on #MeToo,

and that's how I saw their stories.

Your own account? So
you're pursuing this story

as a vendetta?

You know, I-I don't find

this funny, ma'am, do you?

- Hmm.
- The destruction of a man's life?

No, I don't find that funny,
I find your question funny.

Uh-huh. Sure, I've
been sexually harassed

at work, as have 80% of women.

I wrote a story about
taking a glass of water

and pouring it down the
front of my harasser's pants.

So I don't think my
story has any connection

to the rapes and sexual
assaults mentioned in my piece.

Is there any chance that the two
victims have a political bias?

You mean, are they

- O'Keefe plants?
- Yes.

I checked their backgrounds,
and they held up.

And not that it matters, but
both women did not vote in 2016.

And one was a Bernie supporter.

Who might be angry at
Kip's support for Hillary.

Mm, sure.

But why don't you ask them?

Why don't you check my sources?

Uh, we are.

Good.

Are you Jay?

Yes. Beth Lygard?

Yeah. Hang on.

I'm e-mailing this photo
to a friend of mine.

Just so you know, if you try anything,

there's a record you were here.

I'm still happy to go to a coffee shop.

I mean, there are all-night
diners we can go to.

Oh, I don't like crowds.

E-mailing now.

How do you spell "Dipersia"?

Uh...

Do you want me to get that?

No, I like the sound.

He doesn't.

Didn't you get what you need from Naomi?

I-I told Naomi the whole story.

I'm just checking to make
sure she got it right.

I don't like to talk about it.

No offense.

I've had some issues since,

you know, nothing major.

Paranoia.

Now I keep the TV on all night.

The light is comforting.

- Celebrity news?
- Always.

I like when they expose the big stars.

I started out working for TMZ.

You're kidding.

No. I did the scoop

on Lawrence Mitchell and the babysitter.

Seriously?

Well, you can do a story on-on how

they're trying to shut me up.

Kip Dunning has
investigators everywhere.

They're like Black Cube, you know?

Jews.

Hmm.

Thank you.

So, what'd we do wrong?

Excuse me?

Well, you had your
iPhone out, and you were

writing us up. What was it?

Oh, I was just wondering what the basis

for questioning Raymond was.

We were investigating an incident.

The bottles being thrown?

Yeah.

Yeah, see, the bottles
were thrown from above.

We were looking for witnesses.

Part of what we do is make

our presence known, and
if you lived in this area,

that's what you'd want us to do.

Okay.

Thanks.

Okay.

Everything by the book, right?

Come on, Vince, let's go.

Put your hands behind your back.

- What? What'd I do?
- Turn around, put your hands on the fence.

- Hey.
- Spread your legs.

- This is bullshit.
- Spread your legs.

You got a problem, miss?

You back the fuck up.

Now,

you want it by the book?

He said that he hadn't talked

to his parole officer
in more than a week.

Sir, I told my parole officer
I wasn't able to see him.

- Please, sir.
- Tell it to the lawyer, right?

Because we were gonna let
you go, but she-she says

there's got to be a legal basis
for every fucking thing we do.

Language, Officer.

Hey, Vince, we got a 10-54 nearby.

You want to kick him?

No. Request a prisoner transport.

I think our ride-along
might enjoy a 10-54.

I can't tell if it's anti-Semitism

- or if there's something...
- Or what?

Justified hatred of Jews?

No.

She brought up Black Cube,

the same investigators
hired by Weinstein.

Right. Ex-Mossad.

I don't know. Maybe this is venturing

over into political hit territory.

Let's ask her.

What, did she take the
victim's paranoia into account?

Yeah, actually.

What do you think?

About the victim?

Boseman.

Is he losing perspective?

Ah, sit.

Like some pizza?

No, thank you.

So, you're worried that
Beth is a bit high-strung?

Yeah, she was going on
about being pursued by Jews.

Mm-hmm. She-she was
worried about Black Cube.

Is she anti-Semitic?

My guess, she probably is.

You don't think that matters?

I think that anti-Semites
can be harassed, too.

Then, maybe that should be included

in your news story, also.

Maybe it should.

All right, I guess I've seen you on TV.

Mm-hmm.

I feel like I know you.

Mm-hmm. Probably.

- This is not the right time for this.
- What?

1:00 in the morning over cold pizza?

Yeah.

Maybe we could...

go for coffee sometime?

You don't recognize me.

- That's the thing, I-I think I do.
- No.

No. Uh...

you were a guest lecturer
in criminal defense

at University of Chicago.

I was your student.

- Ah, my God.
- Hmm.

What class?

- Criminal Evidence.
- Oh, wow.

Naomi, Naomi, Naomi...

I sat in the front.

My hair was different.

But you never became a lawyer?

No.

Why not?

Because of you.

- 'Cause of...
- Yes.

I wasn't pretty enough for you.

Excuse me?

I was in the same class as Liz Reddick.

You only had time for her.

So...

I think I'll skip the coffee.

I don't usually drink.

I don't like drunks.

My grandfather was a drunk.

I think it's in the genes. Alcoholism.

Well, Colin doesn't drink.

I mean... not a lot.

Yeah, well, I think
it skips a generation.

So when Colin has kids, watch out.

Do you have any other...

issues in your family?

How much time do you have?

Aw,

you're such a good, adorable girl.

Oh, I wish I had your skin.

And your hair.

I can't believe I'm being arrested.

I wasn't even drinking

that much.

_

You called about the
bachelor, no one in or out?

_

_

I'll take the bedroom.

All right.

Got lights in the bedroom.

There anything in there?

Not yet.

Huh.

Ugh.

- Hey, think I found the problem.
- The body?

No, no. It's food.

Maybe there is no body.

Hey! She found it!

You all right?

Come on.

It's all right. You can go out

into the hall.

Better get the examiner.

Ugh.

Here.

- Go on.
- Thank you.

First time seeing a dead body?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

It's all right to step outside.

No, I'm okay.

Hey, Vince?

You got a minute?

Yeesh, guy had terrible taste in...

Oh, God, no.

No, that's...

Look, this is becoming
a bit of a hassle.

I'm sorry.

I know this is difficult.

Do you? Really?

How?

I don't know

from personal experience, but...

honestly, this story won't run

without you dropping the anonymity.

And if this story doesn't run,

Kip Dunning will keep
victimizing other women.

Were you in a sorority in college?

- Me? God, no.
- I was.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

There is no sisterhood.

Are you a Bernie supporter?

Excuse me?

Or Nancy Pelosi? Joe Biden?

What are you talking about?

That's what my bosses think.

That that's why you're
not helping us anymore.

Because you realized it would bring down

a liberal supporter like Kip.

That you're doing it
for political reasons.

- That's crazy.
- I know.

Except... here we are.

You are protecting a liberal
icon with your anonymity.

What is that, pictures?

Better.

You can use this.

But I'm staying anonymous.

Naomi.

- Hmm?
- Can we talk about this?

It's not a big deal. I'm
sorry I brought it up.

Yeah, but I was just thinking back.

I never played favorites.

- I never...
- Oh, come on, Adrian.

Come on, at least be honest.

Who got the coveted internship?

Who got the glowing
recommendation letters?

Can we talk downstairs?

I wasn't in charge of the
internship program, Naomi.

No, but your words carried weight.

Why are we doing this?

Because I don't think
I did anything wrong.

Liz Reddick was a good student.

- Who you started dating two months later.
- After the class was over.

And that had nothing to do

- with where I directed my attention.
- Okay.

You're faultless.

I wasn't saying that.

You spent the whole class
smothering Liz with attention.

And I get it.

You had a crush.

But there were a lot
of women in that class

who were smart...

and capable.

And they left the lesser.

Naomi.

It's Liz.

- Liz Reddick.
- Yeah!

- How are you?
- I'm good, good.

I'm-I'm sorry I'm late.

I-I just got the call for
this case. Hey, Adrian.

You remember Naomi from college?

Yeah. She looks really different.

Really? I-I don't
think she's aged a day.

Thank you. We were, uh,

- just discussing Criminal Evidence.
- Oh.

Yes. That was a good class.

You... you decided
against becoming a lawyer?

- Yeah.
- That's too bad.

You would've made a great one.

Thanks.

Oh.

Uh, you should see this, Liz.

You're such a beautiful girl.

Don't. Get your hands off me.

Come on. We've got something
going on between us.

I want you to leave now. Please.

I don't think you do.
If you walk out that...

First of all, we can't be sure

of the validity of that recording.

- What? Yes, we can.
- Oh, come on, Burl, that is Kip Dunning

harassing a young woman.

All I hear is a flirtation.

- Oh, that's bullshit.
- No.

You know what's bullshit?

There's no consent here.

Exactly. That's why it's assault.

No. Mr. Bloom, you know what I'm saying.

No two-party consent to
record the conversation.

- Listen to your in-house counsel.
- The recording

wasn't made to prosecute him.

It's about exposing him.

Then why is this witness
staying anonymous?

No, she's not.

That's not what Mrs.
Please-and-Thank-You said.

Miss.

- Miss Please-and-Thank-You.
- It's being used

- to prove the fact.
- Not if she won't let you

use it in a court of law.

Mr. Bloom?

I-I can't advise running a story

based on an ambiguous recording
made under dubious circumstances.

Do me a favor, you two...

Find out about their in-house counsel.

Why? What are we looking for?

Why he's working against us.

Hello?

Okay, I think I know what your deal is.

Tully?

Yeah.

What are you doing? It's 3:00 a.m.

What do you need, Tully?

Uh, we'll get to that in a second.

But first... I had
this insight into you.

- Me?
- Yes, yes... you think

the institutions will work.

You think they will save
us from the barbarians.

But...

they... they won't.

The only way to beat back the barbarians

is by fighting them in the
streets every single day.

And that is what I'm doing.

Okay. Good to know. I gotta go.

- So, can you bail me out?
- What?

Well, they're taking
us in. I'm the leader.

And-and they-they won't let me go

on an I-bond unless somebody
puts down the 200 bucks.

No. Tully, I'm sorry.

I'll call you and
tell you which station.

No, Tully. I am not doing this.

Bye. I'll call you.

Wait, no, no, no. Let's do it again.

I wasn't ready. Here we go.

One, two, three.

Okay, I'll take this.

- No. Wait, wait, go back there.
- All right,

but would you like to
take a Breathalyzer test?

- You may refuse.
- Oh, I think I'll refuse.

Oh.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Ah.
- Left thumb, please.

Okay. You know, this isn't my fault.

I've been going through
a really rough time

- in my marriage.
- I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, and I have a long history
of depression in my family.

All that stuff's genetic...
You know, it gets passed down.

Mom.

Colin, what are you doing here?

Oh, this is so embarrassing.

Uh, what are you talking
about? Lucca called me.

Oh... oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm glad she did.

Hey, officers,

uh, Colin Morrello, A.U.S.A.

This is my... my mother.

Uh, guys, is there any way
we could handle this privately

- to everyone's satisfaction?
- Oh, thank you, thank you, sweetheart.

You are such a good son.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Uh, well, yeah.

I'm not paying attention anymore.

Look, this is her first
offense and no one was hurt.

I'm not sure if she-she mentioned this,

but, uh, she's going through a
bit of a tough time right now.

- She mentioned it.
- Oh, she did? Okay.

So we, uh, we...

This may be a little bit
of a medication switch.

So that might be having
a little bit of an effect,

so I'm sure that we'll
be able to make sure

that doesn't happen in the future.

Are you serious?

Absolutely.

Naomi was quiet back then.

Right?

In school?

No, no. She spoke up all the time.

She was great.

But not a great student.

She made law review.

Yeah, she sat in the back of
the lecture hall. I mean...

It was seminar, Adrian.

There was, what, 12 to 15 people?

No, she sat up right in the front.

She raised her hand every day.

How do you not remember this?

It was a lot of years ago, Liz.

So? I remember her.

She thinks I ignored her.

That I was biased toward you.

Well, you were.

- Ah.
- Hey, you wanted into my pants.

No, I didn't.

Okay, yes,

but it wasn't so obvious.

Okay.

Come on.

She decided against becoming a lawyer.

Because you didn't pay
enough attention to her?

I know, right? Crazy.

I mean, if she wanted
to become a lawyer,

it wouldn't have mattered what I did.

I guess. I...

Teachers matter.

She's making me feel like a shit.

Well, you can be a shit.

Thanks.

Come here.

What?

Come here.

Will you please just come over here?

Dear God. Come here.

Turn around.

You must have leaned against something.

It's been there for hours.

Thanks.

Thank you, by the way.

Hey, it's the least I can do.

Yeah. Family.

They make you crazy.

Hey, um...

Hey, Officer.

So, uh...

are you charging her?

Reckless driving.

Okay.

We didn't think a DUI was necessary

under the circumstances,
and we got a wagon

full of protesters to process, so...

I don't suppose you got a problem

with us exercising discretion

- in this case?
- No.

That's the thing about
those report cards.

They don't allow for the human element.

Don't have a rule for every case.

Thank you, Officer.

Thank you very much.

All right.

Mom, how we doing?

Oh, just lovely, dear.

People here couldn't have been nicer.

- Five-star treatment all the way.
- Good.

Oh, there he is. Jim Nabors.

- Okay, Ma, let's get you home. Come on.
- Good night.

- I'll drive.
- Colin.

Yeah? Oh, uh, hold...

I'll meet you outside, all right?

- I'll be right there.
- Okay.

Thanks again, by the way.

- I owe you one.
- I'm pregnant.

And it's your baby.

What?

I'm three months' pregnant.

And I'm not asking for anything.

I just think you should know.

Three months? W-We...

After the Rindell case.

Rin... the one time?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

But you were, you said you were...

No, we didn't and I said...

Okay. Right. Um...

A-Again, I just thought you should know.

Wait. W-W-Wait, wait.

Wait. Hold on. Wait. Just wait.

Uh, okay, let's... uh, um...

You should go to your mother.

What? No.

Colin, where are you?

Okay, Ma, give me a minute.

Oh, tell Lucca you'll
talk to her tomorrow.

Ma. Just need a minute.

Ugh.

Okay, so...

you're gonna have the baby?

- Yes.
- Right.

Okay. A-And d-do you know the sex?

No.

When-when will you know the sex?

I don't know if I want to know.

Uh, um, yeah.

Are you all right?

How are you feeling?

I have some morning sickness
and some food issues,

but other than that...

Wait a minute, you were
just on a-a ride-along.

You shouldn't be doing that.

Okay.

Good-bye, Colin.

What? Hold on.

Seriously. It's 4:00 in the morning.

What are you doing?

Lucca.

You're right.

I chose Liz for the internship
because she was a Reddick.

That I remember.

Adrian, please, it's okay.

If you want to apologize,
you are forgiven.

Naomi, I'm trying to explain

it wasn't the bias that you thought.

It was starfucking?

Yeah.

Good.

There.

Absolution.

Not sexual bias. Starfucking.

Adrian, would you please join us?

Yeah.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

Carter.

What's One Night in Nashville?

Excuse me?

One Night in Nashville,

a romantic comedy about a young lawyer

who dreams of a recording contract.

I don't understand this.

That has nothing to do with this.

Actually, it does.

You sent it to Kip Dunning,

telling him he would
be the perfect lead.

- Oh.
- You didn't think it was worth

telling your boss that
you'd asked Kip Dunning

to play the lead?

Carter?

I've never spoken to Kip Dunning.

Yes, just his manager.

Okay, I'm not sure
what you're insinuating,

but I can still do my job regardless...

No, no. Uh, actually, you can't.

Carter, let's step out.

This shouldn't matter.

His point still stands.

This is defamation.

I give this five minutes.

Two tops.

Mm-hmm.

I win.

It doesn't matter. It's a mistake

to run this story.

We're running it.

And you wonder why people
are killing lawyers.

Here.

There you go.

What's this?

It's our lawsuit. See you in court.

Yeah.

We'll see him in court.

_

Well, you're pretty quiet.

You all right?

Fine.

Put your clothes in the wash right away

or the smell stays forever.

Good luck.

Officer Torino, do you have a second?

Yeah?

Uh, I don't want to
put this on my report,

so if you just put the stuff you stole

into evidence, I won't say anything.

What are you talking about?

Put the stuff into evidence

and I will erase this.

This is Tommy and this is Crystal.

Who's Tommy?

The dead man in the apartment.

He's a retired cop.

You knew him?

No. He was in another district.

So why did you take his things?

This is Crystal.

His wife's name is Patricia.

They were separated,

but that apartment was
where he met his girlfriend.

Now, cops have a rule:

don't let any guy's
wife find out anything

you wouldn't want your
own wife finding out,

so I took the picture

of Tommy and his girlfriend

'cause I didn't want it to be
Patricia's last memory of him.

And I took the jewelry
that he was giving Crystal

so that I could send it to his wife,

saying it was his last
wish that she get it.

Is there anything else, Maia?

No.

I hope you enjoyed the ride-along.

Hi. There is a protester here

who wasn't allowed to sign an I-bond

- and he needs $200.
- Name?

Tully.

I actually don't know his last name.

Um, can I just leave,
uh, bail for him and go?

I-I guess he's the leader.

Sure, I know him. Talks a lot?

That's right.

Uh, can I just, you know, leave it here?

Want a receipt?

No. That's okay.

You all right, Captain Quinn?

Just a bit of car
sickness, Officer Rindell.

- Ouch.
- I know.

Car sickness?

Yours must've been intense.

Yeah, it, it had moments.

Yours?

Same.

You want to grab some breakfast?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, that'd be really...

You may have something
else to tend to first.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah. Go home and get some sleep.

Did you make sure Francesca drank water?

I did, I did.

She, uh, will have dry mouth for a week.

But...

- listen, about what you said earlier...
- Colin.

Seriously... I just supplied
you with information, that...

Marry me.

I'm walking away.

This is your car.

That's right.

I'm driving away.

It's not a dumb idea.

Colin Morrello...

no fucking way.

- Why not?
- Three hours ago,

you were fucking another woman.

Yeah, well, I'm a tad more informed

than I was three hours ago.

- That doesn't change shit.
- It changes everything.

Pregnancy is not a good
enough reason to get married.

Yeah, well, it's a start.

Seriously? Colin.

No.

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