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You know what a case like this is like?

It's like a tree.

-So what am I?
-You're the man with the axe.

Right. I'm the man with the axe,

and I'm gonna cut that tree down
to the ground.

We filed a motion,
challenging the traffic stop

and the search
of my trunk by Officer Collins.

A hearing is required on this motion,

and yet Officer Collins
is nowhere to be seen.

Not to mention the missing video footage.

Officer Collins wore
a body camera that night,

and there's also a dashboard camera
in his cruiser.

He put it in drive.

Before he ever saw
that Mickey's rear plate was missing.

A few of us are gonna head
to Tabletop in Echo Park.

Yeah. I'll try.

Okay, well, I will maybe
see you later then, Izzy.

The kids wanna have a talk.

They wanna put me out
to pasture somewhere.

-I thought you were protecting me in here.
-Don't worry. I got you.

Dana Berg for the People, Your Honor.

-Who the hell is that?
-"Death Row" Dana.

I don't want you
to bring Hayley here anymore.

She wants to come to court, that's fine.

I don't want her to see me like this.

I'm the man with the axe.

I'm the man with the axe.

Four in the morning come up fast,
don't it?

I gotta get the hell out of this place.

Who you telling?

I'm not supposed to be here
in the first place.

I thought you were on a parole violation.

PD say it's bullshit.

I ain't holding my breath
for 'em to fix it though.

Trying to figure out
what I'm gonna do next.

Tell you what,

get me out of this place in one piece,
maybe I can help with that.

Yeah?

If you get me out of this place
in one piece.

I don't think I've done this
since I got sober.

What?

Stay out all night
with a cute girl you just met?

Even just the staying out all night part.

Well, speaking for myself,

I had a really great time.

I like you, Izzy.

I like you too.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

-Look, uh, Grace.
-Uh-oh.

No. It's not that. It's just, uh…

Everything in my life
is just kind of crazy right now.

Like, Twilight Zone crazy.

Because of, uh, your boss's trial?

I know he seems like a headline, but…

he's my family,

and he needs me right now,
and… I can't let him down.

If that means I gotta drop
whatever else when he calls…

…it's just what I gotta do.

It's just… where I'm at right now.

I mean, I, uh…

I think that just about
the most important trait

in a person is loyalty.

Now I know you got it.

Look, let's just…

Let's just see what happens, you know?

If you have some free time,
and you wanna hang, we'll hang.

And if your boss has to come first,

I totally understand.

Look, um…

-There's an Alfred by my apartment.
-Mm.

How about you drive me home,

and I will buy you a latte for the road?

Deal.

Deal?

Deal. Deal.

I will even split my chocolate croissant
with you. How about that?

Whoa!

Hey, no pressure. No stakes. No pressure.

-I don't share with just anybody.
-Some big words.

…under penalty…

Here you go.

-Hey.
-Oh, good. More coffee.

And bagels.
We need to get Mickey some real food.

Thank you.

Somebody not get enough sleep last night?

Well…

Izzy, I know we're all working hard
to keep things running around here,

but you need to have a personal life too.

You're right. I know.

Before I forget, the leases
on the bus bench ads are due.

They're raising the price 10%.

Not sure if that's the best use
of our resources.

Hold off on that for a second.
I think I have a plan.

Okay.

And, Cisco, you said you had a plan
for the log jam at the tox lab?

Working on it as we speak.

Here are those renters' insurance forms.

Thought you were putting
an offer on a house.

We were.

But we put it off
given all that's going on.

You need to sign these.

We can do that later.
We need to get this case thrown out.

Wish us luck. We're gonna need it.

Good luck.

-Text me an update.
-Yeah.

-Is that a text?
-What it sounds like.

Now, watch.

This asshole
didn't pull me over at random.

Someone told him to.

Well, that's what I thought, too,
but how do we prove it?

I don't know yet, but we start
with a subpoena for his phone records

from that night. Work and personal.

Mick, cops go nuts
when you dig into their personal lives.

There could be blowback.

I'm already in jail for murder.
How much worse can it get?

Mickey, one thing I've learned working
for you is things can always get worse.

I'll take my chances.

I know we said you should handle it,
but I wanna question this cop by myself.

You take the bail motion.

-What?
-The judge's clerk called.

He's already in trial,
so there's only time for one motion.

So I think we should do bail
and push Collins off.

No, no. If Collins is here,
we put him on the stand right away.

Besides, if we win the motion to dismiss,
we won't even need bail.

But if we don't, you're gonna have
to stay inside at least another night.

It is what it is. Come on. Let's go.

Oh, one more thing.
Are we ready to go with Baja?

Sure you wanna do this?

Damn right I am. Better safe than sorry.
My life's on the line here.

Yeah. We are all set.

Say the word.

All right. Let's go.

Officer, you testified
that on the night of my arrest,

you were on patrol downtown.
Is that right?

Correct. I was on roaming assignment.

That's where we park in different spots
and keep an eye out for trouble.

That's how you came to be parked
on Second Street when I came out?

Yes.

So can you tell the court exactly
when and why you decided to pull me over?

When you pulled away from the curb,

I saw that your vehicle did not have
a license plate on it.

That's a common capering move, so…

Capering?

Sometimes, when people
are involved in criminal activity,

they remove the license plate
to make it harder to identify.

So when I saw
your car did not have a plate on it,

I decided to follow, make sure
you weren't up to anything illegal.

A couple of blocks later,
I initiated the stop.

Did you see me walk out of the restaurant
and… and head to my car?

Yes, I did.

Was I doing anything suspicious?

Did you think I was drunk?

No.

So you weren't focused on me

until you saw the missing license plate.
Is that your testimony?

Yes, that is the truth.

Mr. Haller?

Uh…

Officer Collins, did, uh, anyone
tell you to pull me over?

No. Like I said,
I saw the missing license plate,

got suspicious, decided to follow you.

No one gave you a heads-up of any kind?

No.

And you weren't waiting in that spot
so you could pull me over?

Objection.

Asked and answered more than once.

Sustained.

Move on, Mr. Haller.

Yes, Your Honor.

Uh…

Uh, Your Honor, can I have a…

can I have a moment to consult my notes?

Just make it brief, please.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I didn't know Hayley and Maggie
were gonna be here.

I asked Maggie to come in case
we needed a character witness for bail.

What are you waiting for?
Cisco has the video ready to go.

Uh…

Your Honor, I…

I've nothing further
for this witness at this time.

Are you sure, Mr. Haller?

Yes.

Any other witnesses?

No, Your Honor.

Very well.

In that case, motion to dismiss is denied.

The trial will continue as scheduled.

Jury selection begins in five weeks.

We will reconvene 9:00 a.m. tomorrow
so that counsel may be heard on bail.

Court is adjourned.

Not here. Not now.

What the hell was that?

You said you wanted to question Collins,
so you toss him a few softballs,

you don't push him on any of it,
and you don't even show the video footage.

That guy knew he was gonna pull you over
before he saw the missing plate.

-His testimony's bullshit.
-I know.

I get that it was a long shot
the judge would dismiss the case,

but at least we had a shot.

Do you have any idea how rare that is?

Yes, Lorna. I know.

Trust me. I want this
to be over more than anyone,

but I can't have this case dismissed
on a technicality.

Why the hell not?

'Cause when I saw Maggie and Hayley,
I realized if I ever want my life back,

and my family's life back, then…

…I need my reputation back,
and I need it to be pristine.

Was it ever?

If I just get the case thrown out,
then everybody will always wonder,

"Did he really do it?"

The only way to avoid that
is full exoneration.

I need to prove I'm innocent.
That only happens in trial.

No. No, that never happens in trial, ever,
and you know that.

You always say
you never get a finding of innocent.

The best you can hope for is not guilty.
What makes this any different?

Well, me. That's what. I'm the client.

I'm sitting in the other chair.
Now I know what it's like.

Plus, for the first time in my life,

I'm 100% certain
that my client didn't do it.

Fine. How do we prove it?

Well, it's the unwritten law of innocence.

For every person
who's not guilty of a crime,

there's someone out there
who is guilty of it.

Somebody else did this,

and to prove I'm innocent,
we need to figure out who.

Not a straw man or plausible theory.

The real thing.

And we need Sam's tox screen results
to get started.

Wheels are in motion.

All right.

Listen, um, thank you,
both of you, for everything.

Oh, and Lorna, tell Maggie
I'm sorry for wasting her time today.

I'll make it up to her, huh? One day.

-Hey, Mickey?
-Hmm?

I really hope you know
what you're doing here.

Yeah, me too.

Door.

Whatever you need, Cisco,
you can just ask.

You don't need
to get on my good side first.

Well, actually, they're not for you.
They're for Eric Cheever.

Who is Eric Cheever?

Eric Cheever is a technician
at the county crime lab.

And this is your plan
to get over the six-week backlog?

A box of chocolates.

Well, that is not
just any box of chocolates.

That is the global assortiment
of Jean-Charles Rochoux.

Made in Paris,
and I had to order it in French,

so you know it's fancy.

Not to mention

the $175 price tag.

You spent $175 on chocolate,
and we've been drinking Costco coffee?

Actually, it was more than that.
They don't ship outside of France,

so I had to set up
expedited international shipping myself.

Desperate times.

Okay, fine, let's just say
that any of this makes sense.

Why can't you bring this
to Mr. Cheever yourself?

Well…

-Hey, guys.
-Hey.

Sorry to bother you. I just wanted
to get my parking validated.

You parked here?

Have you tried parking at the court?
It's a madhouse. You mind?

Didn't you have an intern
last time I was here?

Uh, Jessica. Yeah, we had to let her go.

Trying to keep costs down on everything
but chocolate, apparently.

I gotta run.

Eric Cheever.

Thank you. Is Lorna here?

She's on the roof, actually.

The roof?

Okay, now remember, I need to look
really pretty, but also smart.

Tough, but kind of sympathetic.

Sweet, but potentially dangerous.

I'm basically an Alanis Morissette song.

Shit.

Can we just take five?

Maggie!

Hey.

I'm glad you came by.
I was actually gonna call you.

I helped Julie get out of
a bunch of red light tickets,

so she kind of owes me a favor,

and with Mickey being kind of unavailable,

I figured I should up
my self-promotion game.

So, I am running
my own bus bench ads and billboards.

LA is the city of billboard lawyers.

You're reminding me
why I like being on my side.

Things I don't worry about
working for the government.

Yeah, there is just a lot going on,

and I'm trying to keep the firm
up and running without Mickey.

You don't have to explain anything.

I'm so grateful
that Mickey has you to step up for him.

I did wanna ask what you two
were thinking today though.

You had the officer on the stand.

You didn't do anything
to undermine his credibility.

Trust me, that was not a "we."
That was all Mickey.

He wants to go for full exoneration.

He said it's the only way
to get his life back.

So he's gone from psychotically optimistic
to recklessly risky.

The 12 stages of Mickey Haller.

Yeah, let's get him out of jail
before he discovers a 13th.

That's actually why I was gonna call you.

You saw that we didn't
get our bail motion today.

And you need me to stick around
until you do.

Yes. It's scheduled for tomorrow morning.

You are a deputy district attorney.
Your testimony would go a really long way.

I was looking into it.
I'll see what I can move around.

Thank you. Seriously.

Oh, uh, I have to get back.

Julie has to shoot a pet portrait
in about two hours, so ticktock.

Oh, Lorna?

You look great in coral. I'd hire you.

Doing okay?

She had to cancel something,
but she did agree to stay.

Oh, also, I reached out to Legal.

I think we need
all the character testimony we can get.

He'd love any excuse to get out,
especially to court.

Now what about a bond? Did you call Val?

He will be there too.
Hopefully, we can use him.

Yeah, hopefully. One more thing. Um…

Are we, uh… Are we ready to go on Baja?

Yeah, Mick. It's all set.

The whole package?
Travel documents, everything?

Yeah. The whole kit and caboodle.

You can trust my guy on this, Mick.
He's got it down to a science.

What if, uh…
What if they make me wear a bracelet?

Well, he can do that too.

Good, 'cause I only get one shot.
Good thing you speak Spanish, Lorna.

You guys can come down to visit me.
We can eat fish tacos on the beach.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

All right. I'll see you tomorrow.

Good morning.

We're on the record in People v. Haller
with a motion to reduce bail. Ms. Crane.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You have our motion predicated,
first of all,

on the fact that Mr. Haller
has not been charged

with a special circumstances offense,

and that at no time
has the prosecution even hinted

that he might be a danger
to the community or a flight risk.

In fact, Mr. Haller has shown nothing
but determination

to fight this outrageous charge
and exonerate himself.

The prosecution wants to keep him inside
because they're afraid of that

and want the field slanted in their favor.

Additionally,
I do have witnesses available

to testify to Mr. Haller's character,
if need be.

Very well. Ms. Berg,
I can see you're eager to respond.

Yes. Thank you, Your Honor.

I came in with a prepared statement
about the fact that the defendant

has both the means and motive to flee.

The body was found in the trunk
of his car, and the bullet in his garage--

-Your Honor.
-We don't need a recap, Ms. Berg.

But all of that pales
in light of the disturbing information

that I received this morning.

I'm afraid
that I must make the court aware

that there is an ongoing investigation
into allegations

that the defendant has plans
to flee the country

to Mexico upon his release.

Seriously, Your Honor?

Ms. Berg seems more desperate
to keep me in jail than I am to get out.

That is quite an allegation, Ms. Berg.
I hope you can back it up.

All I know at the moment
is that a confidential informant in jail

told investigators that the defendant
plans to flee to Baja California,

upon his release.

This plan also includes potentially
circumventing an electronic monitor.

Mr. Haller, care to respond?

Yes, Your Honor, I would.

First of all,
there is no confidential informant.

There are only the jail deputies
listening in on privileged phone calls

and then feeding
what they hear to the prosecution

in an outrageous violation
of my constitutional rights.

Another very serious accusation.

I understand that,
Your Honor, but the sanctity

of attorney-client privilege
is a bedrock of our judicial system.

Now, I've been suspicious
that some of the deputies

might be spying on me in jail.

That's why my team and I decided
to test our theory.

We created a false story
during a privileged phone call

with my cocounsel,

and that story just came out
of Ms. Berg's mouth practically verbatim--

The audacity, Your Honor.
He just confirmed the plan himself,

and now he's trying to spin it
into some conspiracy theory?

Oh, I assure the court it's no theory.

Although he conveniently has no evidence
to provide in support of it.

Privileged calls are not recorded,
as the defendant knows.

Well, this one was.

As I said, Your Honor,
we were testing our theory,

so my investigator taped the call.
We can play it right now.

Objection.

To what exactly, Ms. Berg?

Well, for one thing,
we have no way to authenticate this call.

Your Honor, our investigator
can authenticate it under oath.

As an officer of the court, I can attest
to the accuracy of the recording.

You introduced this, Ms. Berg,
so either Mr. Haller is a flight risk,

or we have an even more serious problem.

You should be
as interested in the truth as I am.

Play the tape, Ms. Crane.

Lorna Crane.

-This is a collect call from…
-Mickey Haller.

…at the Twin Towers Correctional Facility.

-Do you accept the charges?
-Yes.

Hello? Lorna?

Hey. We're all set
for the bail hearing tomorrow.

One second, Lorna.

This is Mickey Haller, pro se defendant,
talking to my cocounsel, Lorna Crane.

This call is privileged and confidential
and should not be recorded.

All right. Go ahead, Lorna.

Like I said, I've got my argument all set,
and also, I talked to Maggie.

With permission,
I'd like to jump to the relevant section.

Please.

All right, one more thing.
Um, are we good to go in Baja?

Yeah, Mick. It's all set.

The whole package?
Travel documents, everything?

Yeah, the whole kit and caboodle.

You can trust my guy on this.
He's got it down to a science.

What if they make me wear a bracelet?

Well, he can do that too.

Good thing you speak Spanish.
You guys can come down to visit me.

We can eat fish tacos on the beach.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

All right. I'll see you both tomorrow.

This is Lorna Crane, cocounsel
for pro se defendant Michael Haller.

This conversation was a test

to see if attorney-client privilege
has been violated.

It is currently 6:48 p.m.
on Thursday, November 6th.

Order.

Order. Everyone.

Your Honor, on my word,
as an officer of the court,

I did not listen to that call.

What I presented to the court
is what was reported to me

by representatives
of the Sheriff's Department.

I had no reason to doubt their story.

Apparently, you did, Ms. Berg.

A serious injustice has been done,

not only to this defendant,
but to the system at large.

There will be an investigation.
Responsible parties will be punished.

In the meantime,
I'm ready to rule on bail,

unless the People have anything else
they'd like to add.

No, Your Honor.

A wise choice.

In that case, I'm reducing bail
to $1 million effective immediately.

Is that acceptable to the defense?

Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.

Very well. Court is adjourned.

Well done.

-There they are. I'll catch up in a bit.
-All right.

I gotta say, I thought they busted
your ass good this time,

but then you busted out that phone call.

Shit. They're gonna be sorry
they messed with you, man.

Hey, Val, I appreciate your help,

but we need to work out a deal.
Even 100 grand right now--

Hey, I'm gonna give you
the friends and family discount this time.

10% of the 10%. Just give me ten grand,
and we're square, baby.

Thank you. I really appreciate it, Val.
I'll wire it by the end of the day.

Okay, but in exchange,
I'm gonna need some real work this time.

Huh? I think I've earned it.

You have my word.

Oh, and one more thing.

If you do skip town, it's me
who's gonna be out the million bucks,

so I'm gonna need the deed to your house.

-Just in case.
-Ah, come on, man.

I'm just fucking with you, man!

Your face.

Peace!

Hey.

I always wondered

if they were eavesdropping
on those phone calls.

Now you know you were right.

I'm not happy about it.

Hopefully, those assholes
get what they deserve.

I hope you don't get worse, kid.

I keep warning you
about criminals with badges.

Going after a single cop is one thing,

but you just put
the whole sheriff's department

under a microscope.

They're not gonna take that lying down.

Well, I'll worry about it tomorrow.

Right now, I just wanna
breathe some fresh air.

Mickey! Mickey! Mickey, how does it feel?

-Gonna press charges, Haller?
-Do you have any specific information…

-No comment, everyone. Thank you.
-Call you later.

-Let's get you out of here.
-Yeah.

Where do you wanna go?

Uh…

I feel like I'll never
get that smell out of my nose.

You will.

That was amazing, Dad.

The way you busted those dicks
for listening in.

I'm still so angry about that.

Yeah.

Your mom hates it when her side cheats.

-I do.
-It seems like they cheat a lot.

That's my girl.

You know what? I hate to cut it short,
but I have to get going.

Mom, he's been locked up for weeks.

You can stay for as long as you want,
but I can't rearrange my schedule again.

Your mom has a job to get back to,
Hayley, and she never cheats.

Besides, I'm sure Jack is anxious
to have you back.

How long has it been?

Two days.

Oh, I mean, since, uh…

since you started seeing each other.

Oh, um…

Six months, almost?

What does he think about all this?

What, you and the charges?

Probably thinks I did it, right?

Dad.

No, he doesn't think you did it.

What's funny is you think we spend
all of our time talking about you.

We have a very full life
without all the Mickey Haller melodrama.

I doubt he thinks about it much.

Ah, that actually sounds nice.

I wish I could stop thinking about it too.

-Well, you can now.
-Yeah.

And you keep your dad
out of any more trouble.

-You okay if I stay for a while?
-Are you kidding?

You stay with me
as long as you want, honey.

You're gonna beat this, Mickey.

From your lips to God's ears,
or at least "Death Row" Dana's.

Yeah.

I'll text you when I get home.

-Okay. Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

-Bye, Maggie.
-Bye.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm…

Can you excuse me for a second?

Iz, did it work?

I don't know yet. Because when I got here,

the first thing I saw
was your picture on a board

with a red line through it.
You mind telling me what's going on?

Uh, that might be
because I'm banned from the building.

Banned from the building?

You know the real crime?

That lab is notoriously backed up.
That's the real crime.

Cisco, how did you get banned
from the county crime lab?

Well, the bosses got wind of my, uh,

little inducements, but don't worry.

They haven't seen you before. You're safe.

Why am I bringing this guy chocolate?

Please tell me he's not a diabetic

because I am not down
with pushing sugar on somebody.

It is nothing like that.

Then what exactly is it like?

Have you ever been to one of those
molecular gastronomy restaurants

where they serve you
a kind of, I don't know, foam,

and they tell you it's food?

I'm aware of the concept.

Well, Cheever's into that,

but with chocolate.

He wants to create his own line, you know,

fill them with all kinds of weird stuff.

First, he wants to try
the best chocolates from everywhere.

-Which is tough on a lab tech salary.
-Right.

Plus, his wife is a dental hygienist.

And he's prone to cavities, so…

I'm sensing you're uncomfortable.

Can't imagine where you got that idea.

We really need those files, Iz. Please.

What do I even say?

Just say you're from Dr. Hershey's office,
and you got an appointment.

He'll know exactly what it means.

Doctor…

Fine, but when I get arrested,
you're bailing me out.

Izzy, you're not going to get arrested.

Hello?

Hi. Um…

I'm here to see Eric Cheever.

Dr. Hershey sent me.

All that bullshit
about the long-distance stuff

keeping our marriage
sexy and unpredictable,

and like an idiot, I believed you.

Did you really think I could go
without sex for weeks?

Okay, let's--

Did you think that lying about it
was a good idea?

-We could have talked.
-We did. I told you to come with me.

And I told you
I can't just follow you around.

I have a career too.

What, your little shop on Larchmont?

You sell candles and tchotchkes.

It's my architectural firm
that pays for our lifestyle.

Fuck you, Tom.

You build tract homes in the suburbs.
You're not Frank Lloyd Wright.

Okay, let me interrupt
this extremely moving discourse

to bring up the prenuptial agreement
that you both signed, Mrs. Baker.

I'm sure you've had the opportunity
to go over it by now, Ms. Crane.

So you're aware that infidelity
does not negate the terms.

Maybe not, but bodily harm should.

What bodily harm?

I mean, all parties are in agreement
that Mr. Baker was unfaithful,

but hardly abusive.

Uh, little Tommy brought home an STD.

What?

Bullshit.

If you have an STD, you got it
from that guy in your pottery class.

The one with the beads.

Okay.

Mrs. Baker had a full blood panel done
at a physical the week before

she flew to see Mr. Baker in Minneapolis

for their regularly scheduled rendezvous
to "stay connected."

It came back clean.

Ten days later, here are her test results.

Well, that's one way
to stay connected, Tom.

We can go to the clinic together.

And the plain language
of the prenup does make it clear

that bodily harm does,
in fact, invalidate it.

Well, even if this is true,

which I doubt that it is,

that clause refers to physical abuse,

not inadvertent infection.

Well, that's just open to interpretation.

Well, then,
you could just take us to court.

Give it a try. We'll spend whatever money
they're fighting over on legal fees.

Or, here. That is our final offer.

Call when you're ready to accept it.

I couldn't even afford
to stay in the house with this.

I mean, after all the shit
that I put up with,

all I end up with is herpes
and a big bruise on my leg

from the brake of his car?

What does the car have to do with it?

I told you. The last time I saw him,
we had sex in his car.

That's when I got infected.

-Wait, you had sex in his car?
-He was like, "We'll be teenagers again."

His girlfriend was probably upstairs,
and that's why we had to do it in his car.

I cannot believe this.

Hi. Uh, Gilroy?

-Straight that way.
-Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

-Mm, it's good to see you.
-Yeah, you too.

So, I ordered some appetizers,

and, uh, this is that white Bordeaux
that you like?

-Perfect.
-Yeah.

I'm so sorry I'm late.
Traffic backed up when I hit La Jolla.

I missed you last night.

I'm sorry about that too.

They were gonna make an argument
to reduce bail,

and thought I would make
a good character witness.

Ex-wives don't usually make
the best cheerleaders.

Well, I think it has more
to do with me being a deputy DA.

Neutralizes the law and order argument.

What about you? Anything exciting?

Well, without you,
my life is always less exciting.

Ah, I'm sure you say that to all the gals.

I may have to go up
to LA next week, actually.

-Oh.
-One of the Lakers tore his ACL.

Oh God.

Yeah.

Do you ever think about how our jobs rely
on other people's misfortune?

I prefer to see myself as the hero
who flies in and saves the day.

Well, if you can get away, maybe…

maybe you could come up too.

Yeah, that'd be nice. I could see Hayley.

She's spending a few days
with her dad, so…

So he did get out on bail.

Yeah, he did.

I couldn't believe it.

He thought that someone
was listening in on his privileged calls,

and it turned out he was right.

I hate it when prosecutors
break the rules.

It, like, invalidates everything
that we work for.

Sometimes, I think
that Mickey's been right all along.

I mean, I'm a prosecutor
through and through, but this case?

I know the evidence looks bad.
I know they hate Mickey

'cause he beats them all the time,
but a killer?

There is no way
that Iceberg believes that.

Iceberg?

Dana Berg. Came up together.

I never thought she'd be this blind.
It's Mickey Haller we're talking about.

-It sure is.
-Here you are.

Thank you.

I haven't seen you,
and I'm talking about myself.

And him.

Right.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Um, let's talk about you.
Did you spend the weekend with the kids?

Matter of fact, I did. Yeah.

-Nice.
-I took them to the movies.

Great.

It was fun.

Try that.

Can't sleep?

Oh no. Did I wake you up?

No, no. I can't sleep either.

It's too quiet.

Got used to all the noise in jail,
I guess.

I couldn't sleep while you were in jail.

Now you're out, and I still can't.

I don't want you to worry about me, honey.

Yeah, well,

easier said than done.

Come here.

You know, why don't I make us
some popcorn?

You know, watch a movie and fall asleep
on the couch like regular people.

Sounds perfect.

Sam's tox results.

How'd you get them so fast?

I got a little assist from Izzy.

Sure enough,
they found Rohypnol in his system.

Ah, that makes sense.

Whoever wanted to frame me
had to shoot Sam in my car,

but they had to roofie him
to get him there.

But if the story is that you did it,

wouldn't you have to leave your house
to go get Sam?

Couldn't we just use the GPS phone records
to show you never left your house?

Yeah, they'll just say
I left my phone at home.

With the security cameras out,
there's no way to disprove it.

It does raise a question.

If somebody picked up Sam and roofied him,

where did they pick him up from?

Look at this.

You see that? The glimmer?

On the wheel.

Yeah, what is that?

We got the preliminary analysis
from the crime scene.

According to the report,
it's cooking grease.

Cooking grease? Like vegetable oil?

Or chicken fat, maybe.

So what, Sam was working in a restaurant?

Yeah, only if he figured out a way
to sell them fake chickens.

The hell was Sam up to?

We don't know, but we do know
that the lead detective,

Kent Drucker,
has hired a forensic accountant

who's digging through his finances.

We should do our own digging.

Can you blow this up? The pocket?

What does that look like to you?

A wallet, maybe?

That's what it looks like to me.
If it is, then where is it?

It's not in the property report
we got in discovery.

-It's not?
-Nope.

That is definitely a wallet.

Well, draft an emergency motion
to compel discovery again

and subpoena Detective Drucker.

He's the one
who signed the property report.

You think Dana Berg
would try to bury the evidence again?

I don't know.
Maybe she's not the one burying it.

Then who?

Part of me thinks
it's about the La Cosse case.

I mean, I embarrassed the entire system.

No, they embarrassed themselves.

Well, they're still sweating
over writing us a settlement check.

There's people who'd be happy
to lock me up and throw away the key.

Doesn't help that you

rubbed the sheriff's department's nose
in it again.

Yeah, congratulations. You really are
public enemy number one now.

All I know is
if somebody's hiding that wallet,

they're doing it for a reason.

What do we know about Sam?

Hmm.

That he was a con man
and a generally despicable human being.

May he rest in peace.

What else?

I mean, what's the one thing
all con men use

when they're running a scam?

A false identity.

Sam had a million of them.

That's it. I mean, we're sitting here
trying to figure out what Sam was up to,

but he told us the last time
we saw him. Remember?

The judge agreed to supervised probation.
He has to pay all the money back.

-Which is not happening anytime soon.
-What are you talking about?

Look, I have to pay way more
to my last investor.

If I don't pay, I'm dead.

Sam was running a long con. Something big.

And whatever identity he was using,
it would be in the wallet.

Exactly. That's why somebody buried it.

We find that wallet,

we find out what Sam was up to,
and with who.

All right. I'm on the motion.

I'll run the wallet up the flagpole
with my contact at the LAPD.

I wouldn't count on anything though.

Izzy, you mind driving me somewhere?

-No problem. Where are we going?
-Just something I have to pick up.

This is your ankle monitor.
Per the terms of your bail agreement,

you must wear it 24 hours a day
so we can keep track of your movements.

Can I shower?

Yes, but don't submerge it
in a bath or a swimming pool.

And whatever you do,
you may not remove it.

If you do,
the police will be notified immediately.

He won't remove it.

Raise your pant leg, please.

You have been approved
to move about freely

as long as you stay within the borders
of Los Angeles County.

Do not step across that line,
even for a second.

We have a GPS tracker,

so we will know where you are
at all times.

How long does the battery last?

Up to 40 hours,
but we don't recommend you test that.

You should charge it every night.
If the battery gets low,

a light will blink,
and an alert will sound.

If you allow the battery to die,
we will assume you took it off,

and law enforcement will be notified.

Is that all?

That's it. You're free to go

as soon as you pay
for the rental of the equipment.

-Wait, he has to pay for it?
-I don't make the rules.

Celeste, it's Lorna.

I think I have a plan. Call me back.

-Shit!
-You'll get used to it.

No, I won't. I don't want to either.

So, what, back to the office?

No. You know what? Let's have dinner.

Dinner? It's 4:30.

Yeah, well,
I'm still on county time, Izzy.

Let's go to Musso & Frank's, my treat.
Tell Lorna and Cisco to join.

-Okay.
-I'm out on bail.

No matter what, that's a win.

-Might as well celebrate.
-Hey, I won't argue with free.

Uh… Mickey.

I swear I parked it legally.

Oh, come on, you asshole. Hey!

Hey, that's my car.
The meter's not even empty.

Not my problem.

I got orders, pal.

Orders from who?

Hey! Wanna tell me what this is about?

-Hey.
-As if I don't already know.

I suggest you take a step back, sir.

According to our records,
that vehicle constitutes drug proceeds

under Penal Code Section 502
and consequently is being seized.

Drug proceeds? Seriously?

Yes, sir. Apparently,
it was purchased with cartel funds.

Oh, I see,
and this has nothing to do with me

busting you assholes
for listening in on my calls?

I wouldn't know anything about that.

-Right.
-Just doing my job.

But if you don't mind me saying so,

you sound a little paranoid.

Legal was right.

They're not gonna take this lying down.
They're coming for me.

This is just the beginning.