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WOMAN: My father worked for 25
years spilling sweat and blood.

Without him, they'd be nowhere.
And now new owners come in,

and they want to put him down
like an old horse.

JARED:
As God is my witness,

I won't let them
get away with it.

Little over the top.

Sit, Amelia.
You're making me nervous.

She's making you nervous?

Hey, how did we spend $200
on handkerchiefs?

I'm studying magic.

Lucha Libre has been
in our family for generations.

They want me to retire
based on my age.

They want me to lose a fight,

have my mask taken off
in the ring.

I think I deserve
a fair shot.

And why you keep looking
at my daughter?

Uh-- Uh, I wasn't.

I thought
I saw something behind--

-Daddy, stop.
-I agree with you, Ultimo.

He was talking to you,
but he was looking at her.

-No, I-I wasn't.
-He kind of was.

No,
I was looking to see--

You were looking
at my daughter!

Eh, just joking.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

I'm sure there's nothing
to worry about.

It's a simple arraignment.

Budget cuts did away
with night court.

No, I asked for it,
to throw off the media jackals.

If we enter a plea now,
they miss a news cycle.

Perhaps another athlete
will text

photos of his genitals,

wipe this mess
off the front page.

Good evening,
Your Honor.

Due to the seriousness--

Actually, why don't you let her
do the talking?

Oh, sorry, Your Honor.

Force of habit.

Brett Caiman,
Your Honor.

Your reputation
precedes you.

Thank you.

To the charge of murder
in the first degree

on behalf of my client,
Stanton Infeld,

we enter a plea
of not guilty.

Mr. Infeld is prepared
to surrender to custody.

The defendant is remanded.
No bail.

Bailiff,
take him into custody.

[♪♪♪]

[PETE'S "MIXTURE" PLAYING]

♪ Ooh, what a mixture ♪

♪ Such a vivid picture ♪

♪ Ooh, what a mixture ♪

♪ If I must say so myself ♪

[♪♪♪]

-Here, let me show you.
-Oh! No.

I haven't done anything yet.

Man, he is hopeless.
Ultimo, show me.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

You've never been
to Santa Monica Pier?

It's the eighth-highest
Ferris wheel in America.

Did you just make that up?

Yes. I did. Just now.

Isn't there something about
lawyers and their clients?

Which is why
I'm not asking out your father.

Otherwise, I would, because
he's right in my wheelhouse--

-[CELL PHONE CHIMES]
-Ah, I gotta take this.

[♪♪♪]

Hey, guys,
did you see this?

"Peter and Jared,
in the office."

[GRUNTS]

-"Urgent."
-Yeah.

-[GRUNTS]
-[CHUCKLES]

Ultimo, I have to go.

[♪♪♪]

-Does anyone know what's going on?
-I have an idea.

If this is one of Infeld's
trust-building exercise--

It's not.

I'm Brett Caiman.
I'm with the--

New York office.

What's going on?

Stanton is in lockup.
He's being held without bail.

-For what?
-Murder.

-I get it.
-Yeah.

This is one of those
murder-mansion-mystery things.

-Vintage Infeld.
-Love these.

-Who's the victim?
-Gibson Hawke.

Ah,
that's a cool name.

He was one of my uncle's
friends.

Disappeared 15 years ago.
They were climbing Mt. McKinley.

Which is where his body
was found five days ago.

I don't have much more
information yet.

-I'm starting to think--
-This is real?

Yeah,
we should stop talking now.

Why are we hearing this
from you?

New York wanted someone
sent out to oversee things

until the situation
plays itself out.

Well, enjoy your stay,
because I don't work for you.

Actually, you do.

Karp, Franklin and Bash,

you're trial team.
Stanton's call.

There's a surprise.

Everything case-related
goes through me.

That's it for now.

I'll be handling discovery.

I'll need two of you
overseeing...

-Is Stanton okay?
-What's with her?

She used to be
a trial assassin.

Now she works cases
from behind the scenes,

-you know, manipulates the media.
-Why? We got this.

Yeah.
For once, you and I agree.

-I'm gonna go see Stanton.
-Let's go.

You two busy?
I've got something to show you.

Actually, we're gonna go
see Infeld right now.

Yeah,
it's not a request.

Meet you outside
in five minutes. I'll drive.

[♪♪♪]

When I started out
at the DA's office,

they taught me it was critical

to see the most
important witness,

the one the jury
never gets to hear from:

-The victim.
-Why are his eyes open?

Let me guess,
your first corpse?

Not mine. Premed.

One medical man
to another,

I noticed the decedent
is still clothed.

Yes, well, due to the condition
we found the body in,

we were only able to conduct
a partial autopsy.

Fantastic. Can we just concentrate

on the second-most important person
on the case?

There's no way
Stanton's guilty.

He told authorities 15 years ago
that when the blizzard hit,

Hawke insisted
on heading out for help,

and they never saw him again.

He was 20,000 feet
up in a blizzard.

There's all kinds
of ways to die there.

Yes, but Mr. Hawke died

from a 6-inch stab wound
to his abdomen.

-What?
-He was stabbed to death.

And unless he was mugged
by a Yeti, I'd say--

-[SCREAMS]
-[GASPS]

-He moved. He moved.
He didn't move.

Interesting.

It could be contractions
as the ice molecules dissipate,

but he's not, uh--

He's thawing out?

JARED: Excuse me for a second.
Hey, look.

Hey, okay, okay.
You're thinking Encino Man?

Can't happen, okay?
You're in a safe place.

Okay? Sorry.

Here's the murder weapon,

a climbing knife,
scrimshaw handle.

Gotta be hundreds
of knives like this.

With the name "Stanton Infeld"
inscribed in the handle?

We need to see our client.

[♪♪♪]

So Stanton,
we gotta ask.

What?
If I'm guilty?

A good lawyer never asks
his client whether he's guilty.

C'mon, you're not a client. You're family.

Listen. There is a good reason
why the story I told 15 years ago

is inconsistent with the way
that Gibson's body was found.

See? I told you so.

I lied to the police.

That's not a good reason
at all.

Look, Hawke and I
were great friends.

I mean, we were golf
and tennis partners.

We even pursued
the same women.

And let's just say that...

more than a few wagers
were made over the years, but...

that night,
he was different.

He was angry, irrational.

Our guide ordered us down

when we were only 200 feet
from the summit.

Well, Gibson refused.

He said he was going on,
with or without us,

and he grabbed
the last oxygen container.

I tried
to reason with him, but--

But he attacked me.

Viciously.

So I killed him.

[♪♪♪]

You didn't have a choice.

Yeah, if he'd taken your oxygen...

He would have not only killed you,
but the rest of your climbing team.

Well,
that works for me.

JARED:
It was self-defense.

We're still stuck
with Infeld's lie

when he came down.

Hawke was a pillar of the community.

His scholarship endowments still send
hundreds of kids to college every year.

So to preserve that...

And protect his memory
for his wife and kids...

He lied to cover up the death of a man
he killed with his own hands.

Well, when you put it like that--
Look, Infeld's trying to protect him.

Would you wanna be remembered
for your worst moment?

Say, the Halloween you went
as Hannah Montana.

Not my worst moment.

And I was dressed
as Miley Cyrus.

If we're gonna admit
we lied about Hawke's death,

then we have to make Infeld look like
a saint through the rest of his life.

-Dig up whatever you can.
-CARMEN: Already did.

It's not good.

[♪♪♪]

What are you doing?

Compiling character
testimonials for Brett.

-We got trouble.
-What?

Private bank account
in the Bahamas.

-Stanton's?
-Hawke's.

Closed out right around
the time he died.

Well, could be nothing,
but let's check it out.

And don't tell anybody.

We've started to put together
the character-- Oh, wow.

-Peter.
-Sorry. I should have, uh, knocked.

I'll just, um, leave these?

Relax.

I, um, need your help
with something.

Hmm. Okay.

It involves
you looking at me.

I'm going on Anderson Cooper, see if
we can influence the jury pool a little.

Which outfit's better?

That works for me.

I need to look
powerful and feminine,

but not provocative.

What about your
character evidence?

Oh. Um...

Testimonials
on his honesty,

his character for nonviolence,
the charity work.

-And they have all been subpoenaed?
-Done.

What was that
a couple of minutes ago?

What do you mean?

I heard you say
not to tell anyone.

Yes. Jared had his first
full-body wax.

Frankly, I think he took
man-scaping way too far.

-I told him, I said--
-Peter.

Are you sure you're keeping me
looped in about everything?

Hold my hair.

[♪♪♪]

-You're totally looped this way.
-I know you and Franklin bend the rules.

I won't have it,
not on this case.

-The stakes are too high.
-Of course.

And I want Karp
off the trial team.

Wha--?

Karp may have a stick up his ass,
but he's a good lawyer.

Yeah, and he's also
Stanton's nephew.

If he argues his innocence,
the jury will think,

"Of course he's saying that.
He's family."

Jared and I will handle argument.
Karp is better at motions, case citations.

Boring, grown-up stuff
that wins trials?

Exactly.
That's why we need him--

Yeah.

It's decided.
You and Franklin.

Don't screw it up.

[♪♪♪]

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

Hanna, I heard you signed
Triple B Electronics.

That's a huge get.

Good news travels fast.

You know, I wanted to make sure
that you're okay

about not being on the trial team.
I pushed for you.

I am not gonna second-guess Stanton.

Well,
if you're ready to work

where female partners are
given more than lip service--

-I'm happy here.
-Worth a shot.

If you don't mind
keeping this between us.

-[PHONE RINGING]
-Not a problem.

It's New York.
Excuse me.

[SIGHS]

Hanna's gonna take over the case.

Maybe she can get them
to listen to reason.

HANNA:
Who are these guys?

-Dalton and Jacks, the league owners.
-JARED: Whoa.

You should be represented
by counsel, gentlemen.

Unless he's your lawyer.

-We're lawyers.
-We're also--

-HANNA: Then, who's this?
-El Presidente.

We are making him
the next Ultimo.

Look, I know this is
an emotional issue, but--

Not for us.
We own the league,

which means we own all
the characters in the league,

including Ultimo.

You like letting women speak for you?
I'll tell you what,

why don't you give me the mask,
and I'll find you a skirt?

-Why don't you shut up?
-Okay, Amelia.

They're just trying to get a rise
out of us. Let's stay calm.

You have just upset my daughter, señor.

That's weird.
She wasn't too upset last night.

Why don't you say that
to my face?

You wanna be a dead man?

I'll handle this, J.

[♪♪♪]

You need to be taught a lesson
in respect, señor.

And who's gonna teach me, huh?
You, old man?

Soon.

Someday soon.

I should be on this case.

If it were
any other trial,

you're the most
promising attorney.

I could care less
what you think.

But you do care what
the Judicial Selection Committee thinks.

How do you know?

That you wanna be a judge?

One of my law-school professors
is on the committee.

I got you
bumped up the list.

I'd prefer
to keep it between us.

It's a little sensitive.

You need to let me
help my uncle.

You wanna help?
Step aside.

It's the toughest thing to do.
But sometimes it's the smart move.

[♪♪♪]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

I found a croquet set.
Where would you like it set up?

Uh, on the south field.
Oh, wait a minute.

The Rolling 40 Crips are playing
softball, aren't they?

-Listen, set it up at 3:00.
-Yes, sir.

-Hello, Damien.
-Hi.

You heard that Brett
took me off the case?

Yes,
I'm-- I'm sorry, Damien.

But, you know,
I hate to admit this,

but she probably did
the right thing.

Oh, by the way,
I saw her last night on AC360.

Wow.
Is she ever compelling.

Stanton,
this is serious.

Look, appearances
to the contrary, Damien,

I am concerned.

But to be honest with you,

I've been half-hoping
that this day would come

when I could be judged
for what I've done.

Wow.

That was an honest moment.

There was no Zen master,
Yoda-style deflecting.

[♪♪♪]

JARED:
The DA has to prove

that Stanton Infeld
killed Gibson Hawke.

I'll save her some time.
He did.

He stabbed him,
walked down the mountain

and lied about it.

That's the Stanton Infeld
the DA wants you to know.

But you're gonna meet
the real Stanton,

the one I know,

the one who sees the good
in everyone and everything.

The Stanton Infeld
who took a shot on two lawyers

who were,
well, let's just say,

not setting the legal world
on fire.

WOMAN:
Objection. While I agree with

Mr. Franklin's characterization
of himself and his partner,

can he make one thing
not about Franklin and Bash?

Fair enough.

Let's talk about two other
people you'll hear from:

Mike Lane and Rachel Ford.

Again, objection.

Those witnesses
haven't been provided.

That's because Mikey is 11
and Rachel's 9.

Where are you going
with this?

Obviously, Mike and Rachel
were not on the mountain.

But their grandfathers,
both on the climb,

since deceased
after long, full lives, were.

And had it not been
for Stanton Infeld's heroism,

Mike and Rachel would have
never known their grandfathers.

Because Gibson Hawke would have
killed everyone up there.

Including himself.

[♪♪♪]

I got this in El Paso,

an exposed nail in the ring.

And how much time
did you miss?

I fought the very next night.

We object to this testimony.
It's irrelevant.

No one's disputing
his commitment.

We thank him

and invite him to take all
the time he needs, starting now.

-The contract--
-Let's forget the contract.

I'm sure she'd like that.

Miss Linden,
this is a court of law.

We can't forget the contract.

All we're asking is look
at the spirit of the contract.

I mean, we can't bargain
for a man's dignity.

Ah, but you can for ownership
of a character in the league.

Oh, wait. We did.

Paragraph 2, subsection B.

I'm sympathetic,
but I'm bound by the law.

You may step down, sir.
I'm sorry.

Your Honor, please.

I am ordering all parties
to return tomorrow

so that you may return
the mask.

[♪♪♪]

DALTON: Hey, make sure you wash
the mask before you bring it back.

I'm an officer with the Alaskan Police
Department, Denali district.

Have you encountered the defendant,
Stanton Infeld, before?

-I have.
-How do you know this guy?

I have no recollection.

And I think I would remember
that mustache.

-It's quite impressive.
-Where did the two of you meet?

At the Denali police station.
I took his statement.

Objection. We've already admitted

that our client stretched
the truth when he came down.

Duly noted, this is something he said
the night before they went up.

What were the circumstances that
led you to take the statement?

It was in our drunk holding cell,
after he had been booked for assault.

Mr. Infeld
had been in a fistfight.

Oh, my. With whom?

Gibson Hawke.

["WORLD'S GONNA HAVE TO TAKE
A TURN AROUND" PLAYING]

Your Honor,
we have the defendant's

booking photo
from that night.

Officer Werth, tell me,

did Mr. Infeld say anything
as he was being booked?

WERTH:
He was looking for Hawke.

He said, "If that son of a bitch
doesn't pay up,

he's a dead man."

Well, he turned out to be
as good as his word on that.

-Objection.
-Withdrawn.

♪ I'm fittin' to stand up
Yes, indeed ♪

♪ Clap my hands
Stamp my feet ♪

I didn't lie.

That looked a lot
like you in the mug shot.

I'd ask, "How'd the other guy look?"
But we kind of know.

Honestly, I had forgotten.

How do you forget
an ass-whipping like that?

Like you don't know this about me.
I used to live pretty hard.

I am from Liverpool.

I mean, I could never
have just one drink

or sleep with one woman.

Or be second best, ever.

I mean, I'd have a row the same way
you guys squabble over oatmeal.

Who fights over oatmeal?

Precisely.

["WORLD'S GONNA HAVE
TO TAKE A TURN AROUND" PLAYING]

You wanna say it
or should I?

-You think he's guilty?
-It's hard to argue self-defense

when he called his shot
three days before he did it.

Sounds like specific intent to me.

We got the crap beat out of us
in court today. We need something good.

Hey, come on in.

This is what they want.

-We really have to be there tomorrow?
-I'm sorry about what happened.

If you can just give us one second, I'll
figure out how to handle tomorrow, okay?

-As far as Infeld's testimony--
-Dude, stop.

-What?
-She digs you.

God knows why,
but, yeah, looks like she does.

-Go comfort her.
-We're in the middle of a case.

Even Frodo took breaks
when returning the ring.

Never mind that.
Just go.

We've been at it all night.
Take five.

Lucha used to just be his job.

-But when my mother died...
-I'm sorry.

He got wrapped up
in his character.

I thought it was
to avoid mourning.

Then I realized
that's how he mourned.

We're not giving up on this, Amelia.

It's not just about him.

Being a Lucha fan isn't like
rooting for the Lakers.

Ultimo stands for good.

He's a folk hero.

-I know it sounds dumb.
-No, what it sounds like is awesome.

You don't meet many folk heroes.

-You'd have made a good Luchador.
-Yeah, I would have.

Yeah, but not as good as me
because I know all the moves.

-You know all the--
-Mm-hm.

All right. Bring it.

Let's see.
Break them out, Sally.

-All right.
-Oh, I could do that--

Okay.
All right, that's effective.

-Oh, wow. Okay.
-There.

I could make you tap out
in 15 seconds.

Well, you could try--
Okay.

I'm tapping out.
There it is. Ow.

-My father came up with it.
-Well done.

Yeah.
All the Luchadors use it,

along with a bunch of other
holds he developed.

Let me try it on you.

-Fair is fair.
-Okay.

So this arm goes here and--
Whoa.

I don't know what move that is,
but you should copyright it.

♪ Because there is no sun ♪

-Wait.
-What's wrong?

What you just said,
your case.

Okay, don't move.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

Okay. All right.
I really have to go.

♪ There is no sun ♪

Hey, I was just coming
to find you.

I'm about to have sex.

Crazy, Lucha sex
with the daughter of a man

who could and likely
will just tear my head off.

I gotta tell you something,
go ahead.

BASH:
No, go first.

-No, you look like--
-No, go.

We gotta get Hanna on the phone,
get her over here now.

-You thinking threesome?
-No.

Maybe. No. No.

Look, Amelia was showing me
some of Ultimo's moves,

and then I figured out
how to win the case, alright?

I'm gonna say two words,
then I'll get back

to having the sex
I so richly deserve:

Copyright law.

Good. But I don't think
you're gonna have time

for that threesome, or even a twosome.

-No, no, you said--
-Come on. Come on.

Tell him.

I accessed the banking system
in Jamaica.

Accessed?

If they spent less time smoking
and not washing their hair

and more time
on building firewalls--

Whoa. I can't even believe
you just said that.

If you spent less time
in your germ-free fortress...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You're racist.

-I'm not white. Can't be racist.
-Stop. Both of you.

Gibson Hawke's bank account

was closed out
three days after his death.

By Infeld.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

You know,
Hawke and I were like brothers.

Well, so were
Cain and Abel.

You know,
we had a slush fund

in the form of an offshore
account for gambling.

If anything happened
to the other,

who was ever left
would empty the account

and disburse the money to charity.

Well, because of the way I lived

I always assumed
that it would fall to him.

I don't know
how to say this,

but maybe we should consider,
you know, pleading guilty.

Yeah, that's smart.

A lawyer should always
be dispassionate.

So you want us to?

Look, if I thought for one moment
that I murdered my friend,

I would have pled guilty
that night.

Now, although I can admire
your skepticism,

if you guys wanna step aside,

I'd be happy to represent
myself from here on out.

That's not gonna be necessary.

We're gonna win this
for you.

[RADIO MOSCOW'S
"FRUSTRATING SOUND" PLAYING]

I made it clear you were
to surrender the mask--

We're filing a counterclaim
against the league

for violating Ultimo's
intellectual-property rights.

I want that mask. It's my time.

VIAPONDO: Mr. Jacks, please tell
your associate to pipe down

or I'll have my bailiff...

-escort him out of the courtroom.
-What?

While the league
owns Ultimo,

they don't own whatever moves
he developed while he was--

That's ridiculous.

The moves
are part of the character.

Can you show me
where it says that?

Your Honor, you said
you were bound by the contract

which lists all rights
granted to the league,

but it doesn't mention moves.

It's weak, Miss Linden.

Weak? It's comatose,
Your Honor.

It's enough
to take it to trial.

Your client may keep the mask.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Until the issue
has been further litigated.

Nice work. It's in the bag,
and you do the comatose joke.

The trial won't be for another
three months, so until then--

They can't take the mask.
I know.

And I know, to you,
it's just a mask.

And I know how I must look.

You don't look--

I kept this for 25 years
by fighting for it.

And thank you
for fighting for me, really,

but I didn't climb
into the ring every night

to have some piece of paper
tell me

whether or not
I deserve this mask.

[FEDERICO AUBELE'S
"ESTA NOCHE" PLAYING]

♪ Esta noche volveré ♪

♪ A cantarte
Parapapapa ♪

♪ Esta noche volveré ♪

That night on the mountain,
when you stabbed Mr. Hawke,

you had no choice,
isn't that correct?

I had a choice.

I could have let
the rest of my team

perish on that mountain, or...

I could have killed
my best friend.

And lied about it.

[SIGHS]

Look, I've had occasion
to relive every moment.

Of course
I have regrets,

but protecting the name
of my best friend,

even if I had to lie about it,
isn't one of them.

Thank you.
No further questions.

You said you and Mr. Hawke
beat each other up

and that was just part
of your competitive natures.

Yes, that's right.

And you had no motive
to kill him?

No. I loved that man.

Hmm, then perhaps
you can explain why

you emptied out
his bank account

-three days after his death.
-Objection.

You've been a lawyer a long time.
Wouldn't you agree that money is motive?

-Your Honor.
-Counsel, approach.

She cannot blindside us with new evidence
in the middle of trial.

Shouldn't be much of a surprise

seeing as how we got it
from someone at Infeld Daniels.

[♪♪♪]

-What are you up to?
-Why don't we take this in my office?

You mean, Stanton's office?

Don't want everyone knowing
that you're helping convict him?

I'm not going to apologize
for following the rules.

It's the responsibility
of both parties

to turn over all evidence--

That you plan on using,
which we weren't.

Which I'd know
if I was kept in the loop.

I hear you talking about a bank account,
it shows up on the firm server--

So you send it to the DA?

Along with hundreds
of other documents.

I don't know
what your motive is,

other than helping the other
side send Infeld to prison,

-but we're done taking orders.
-We got a case to win. Our way.

I hope you do.
For all your sakes.

That's right.
Franklin and Bash.

No one tells us what to do.

Except Infeld.

-And Carmen.
-Yeah.

-Karp sometimes.
-Speaking of Karp.

I heard about court today.
I was gonna go see Stanton.

-You want back on the trial team?
-What about Brett?

You gonna let her tell you what to do?
Last time I checked, we run this place.

No, you don't.
I'm in.

-Trial team group hug?
-Let's do it.

No.

[♪♪♪]

Hey.

What have you been talking about
with Brett?

She's offering me
a partnership in New York.

Thought it was something like that.
Don't trust her.

Why? Is she lying?

Worse.

She means every word of it.

[♪♪♪]

You may have fooled the judge,
but when he's forced--

What's up?

What the hell's
going on here?

We invited him.

You know, there are better ways
to handle all of this.

Yeah,
the Lucha way.

I'm not afraid.
You afraid?

Hell, no. Let's do this.

-Okay.
-We decide when a fight is sanctioned.

Then sanction it.

Your guy wins,
you get the mask.

Ultimo wins, he keeps it
and gets to defend his title.

Either way, you get to promote
the fight and collect the gate.

-Done.
-Done.

-I already said done.
-I just wanted it clear.

She knows.

We're done.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.
Kick his ass.

Bend your knees.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Ernie, take over.

Hey, stick with the wuji.

All right.

You okay?

Yes. Thank you for asking.
I'm okay.

You know
we still have a shot.

You know, you boys did yourself,
and me, very proud.

I still wish there was
someone else to tell the story.

Well, unfortunately,
dead men tell no tales.

Actually, Stanton, they do.

Call the court.
We have one more witness.

Stay with Stanton.

[♪♪♪]

Just another moment,
Your Honor.

You have conducted yourself
with surprising decorum.

I only hope
that when Mr. Bash arrives

he doesn't have one of your
desperate stunts up his sleeve.

-No, Your Honor.
-I'm here.

As its final witness,
the defense calls

Gibson Hawke to the stand.

Told you
it wasn't a stunt.

Over my dead body.

Brett. Got a minute?

I've got one.
What can I help you with?

-Go back to New York.
-Excuse me?

We've been looking at the firm's chart
at the line of succession here in L.A.

And if my uncle's convicted,
I'm next in line.

Then me,
but if we're not around--

Say,
one of us becomes a judge,

the other one
goes to New York--

I have no intention
of staying in L.A.

Really? That's weird.

Because you've been looking at houses
in Bel Air with a broker.

And how would you know that?

Involving yourself
in a murder trial

where you stood to gain
by your client being convicted.

That's not gonna play well
on Anderson Cooper, is it?

Step aside, Brett.

It's the toughest thing to do,
but sometimes it's the smart move.

-That was like a minute, right?
-Yeah.

Yeah. Awesome.

[♪♪♪]

I've cleared the courtroom. And I have
my special contempt-of-the-court

pen at the ready, gentlemen.

-I hate that pen.
-Mm-hmm.

You are asking to bring a corpse
into my courtroom?

No,
that would be ridiculous.

We want to bring the court to him.

Jury field trip
to the morgue.

A field trip? Really?

Sure you got signed
permission slips from your moms?

-We got one from yours.
-Last night.

Enough.
If you can find me one case

-where a body was brought into the court--
-Formosus.

Not the most current case.
It's from '96.

Yeah, that's 15 years ago.
That's fine.

Actually, Your Honor,
896.

So 1100 years ago.

-No. Your Honor, wait.
-Just wait.

Papal courts of Rome.

They dug up Formosus
and tried him posthumously.

I meant a case from
this millennium or the last.

Okay. Since we're talking about
dead people, Thomas Jefferson.

-Wrote a thing, the Constitution.
-You're kidding, right?

Maybe the founding fathers
are a joke, but not for us.

The Confrontation Clause
of the Amendment VI.

It states that a defendant
is entitled to face his accuser.

-Took Con Law three times.
"Face his accuser?" He's dead.

The prosecution's theory has been
that our client hated Gibson Hawke.

We've argued that Infeld
would never hurt Hawke.

All we're saying is,
enough talk from the lawyers.

-I can't disagree with that.
-Let the jury gauge for itself

how Mr. Infeld reacts
to facing his friend.

JARED: You said if we cited a case,
Your Honor. Your words.

[SIGHS]

Okay.
Let's have a field trip.

[♪♪♪]

You wanna sit together
on the bus?

No, I want to stab myself
in the eye with your tiny body.

Hmm.

Think she likes me.

[♪♪♪]

Have you had
further occasion

to conduct analysis
on Gibson Hawke?

Yes, I've taken samples
of brain tissue.

We have an implement
that allows--

Okay, we get the picture.

[SIGHS]

Your Honor,
a moment with counsel?

-You look pale.
-He's smiling now.

Okay, all right. Tag out,
Lucha style. I got this.

Hi. What my woozy partner
meant to say was,

why didn't you do it before?

Well, uh, based on the stab wounds,
the cause of death seemed clear.

And what did
your new autopsy show?

At the time of his death,
Mr. Hawke was suffering from hypoxia,

otherwise known
as mountain fever.

And what are some
of the symptoms?

Psychotic breaks,
irrational rage,

extreme violence.

So if Mr. Hawke
was in one of these rages,

a person
acting in self-defense

could have had to stab Mr. Hawke
in order to stop him.

Objection.
He's creating his own scenario.

Based on the evidence.
Same as you.

Only difference is you have to prove yours
beyond a reasonable doubt.

Overruled.

Mr. Coroner Man.

Uh, Mr. Conti.
Bruce Conti.

Isn't it possible--
Excuse me-- Reasonable

that my client was acting
not only in defense of himself

but the entire climb team
when he killed Gibson Hawke?

I would say, uh,
more than reasonable.

No further questions.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

-Decent dog-and-pony show.
-It must've been more than decent

or you wouldn't be talking to us.

He pleads guilty to filing a false report,

three years' probation
and 2000 hours of pro bono work.

-Seems a bit stiff.
-I accept.

Um, but I just
have two requests.

Make it 5000 hours.

Uh, you understand how
negotiating works, Stanton?

And a moment, please, with Gibson.
I never got to say goodbye.

[♪♪♪]

Farewell, dear friend.

Perhaps now
you will rest in peace.

That's what I've always wanted
for you.

[ELLEN AND PETER GASPS]

Oh, my. Oh.

Come on, Ultimo.

Come on.
Come on, get up. Get up!

-Whoa, whoa, did you see that?
-Whoa, whoa.

Finish him!
Come on.

[ALL CHEERING]

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING IN SPANISH
ON TV]

I taught him that.

[♪♪♪]

One of the benefits of jail,

you get to realize
the value of economy of space.

I mean,
who needs all this room?

I just wanted
to welcome you back.

Ah. I expect you're wondering
why I kept you off my trial.

Yes, actually.

And you think that I value Damien,
Jared and Peter more.

It's hard not to see it
that way.

You know,
I kept you off my case

because you mean more than they do.

You're gonna have to explain that one.

Look, this firm is bigger
than any one person,

and you just won the Lucha case.

That old fighter's needs were no less
important than mine,

which is why I've decided that if
and when I step aside,

I want you
to run this firm.

Not Damien?

Oh, no.
Damien, he wants to be a judge.

Besides
I have my heart set on you.

Welcome back.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Ha, ha
Come on, yeah ♪

♪ Dead silence in the realm
Descendants of the hill ♪

♪ Been down for a while
Co-defendants on the bill ♪

♪ Status in the game
Ain't defending one's skill ♪

Mm.

Hey.
Congratulations.

♪ SP-1200 and a MP ♪

♪ R-A-W and that's just me ♪

[ULTIMO CLEARS THROAT]

Ah. Hey. Ultimo.

And Ultimo's
giant friends.

-Congratulations, huh?
-Thank you.

We heard from the league.

They're broke.
Dalton and Jacks took off.

They owe Ultimo
his share of the gate.

And us our attorney fees.
That blows.

Well, too bad.
They're in default,

so we get whatever asset
they have left.

Wait. You mean?

You're 50 percent owners
of the Fuerte Lucha League.

[BOTH LAUGH]

-Along with me.
-Yeah.

You come here.
I wanna talk to you.

We can talk right here.

Uh. Yeah, okay,
let's do it right here.

But, Ultimo, we won.
You don't have to take--

[FEDERICO AUBELE'S
"ESTA NOCHE" PLAYING]

You're with my daughter now.
That's like family.

I like Amelia,

but I don't know
if we're together, you know,

"with" so much...

Business partners.

Business partners.

♪ Esta noche volveré ♪

♪ A contarte
Parapapapa ♪

[GRAND ANALOG'S
"TOUCH YOUR TOES" PLAYING]

♪ Touch your toes
We Analog, set ♪

Thank you.

Found that fake head
you put in my bed.

-You liked that, huh?
-Solid effort.

I just want you to know, if you started
acting all crazy,

it would be my honor
to kill you.

-Oh. I'd kill you too, buddy.
-Hey.

All right, you get to choose
how and where you die.

Game 7, World Series,
Dodger Stadium.

Jessica Alba and I
making love in a luxury box.

The minute the Dodgers clinch,
boom, struck by lightning. Dead.

-Put a lot of thought into this.
-Yes, I did.

-What about you?
-Eaten by lions.

Really?

No sleeping with Marisa Tomei
or jamming with Keith?

That's selfish, man.

We gonna join
or we gonna sit back?

♪ Free your mind
We Analog, go ♪

No, I can't. You coming?

♪ We Analog, set
Raise your hands ♪

♪ We Analog, set
Free your mind ♪

♪ We Analog, go
Break it down ♪

♪ Touch your toes ♪

♪ We Analog, set
Raise your hands ♪

♪ We Analog, set
Free your mind ♪

♪ Ooh, what a mixture ♪

♪ Such a vivid picture ♪

♪ Ooh, what a mixture ♪

♪ If I must say so myself ♪

♪ Oh, my, what a day
Comin' at me anyway ♪

♪ Everything I try to say
Just comes out backwards ♪

♪ Overthinkin', underreachin' ♪

♪ Someone tells a joke
I'm blinkin' ♪

♪ Nothing's all
That's sinkin' in ♪