All language subtitles for The.Lincoln.Lawyer.S04E10.en

Dana Berg for the People, Your Honor.

When you think you've seen it all.

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.

So Sam went through the trouble
to retrofit a semitruck,

got a commercial driver's license
under a fake name

so he could get a job
at some biofuel company?

"Bleeding the beast."

It's what con artists call a scam
that targets the government.

I'm sure Jack is anxious to have you back.
How long has it been?

Six months, almost.

You are betraying
everything you used to stand for, Maggie.

I am not the one
throwing around baseless charges

to save a little face
and prop up a sinking case.

Legal had a heart attack.
He's gone, Mickey.

We gotta go.

It doesn't matter what I did.
I wasn't thinking about the consequences.

From bad to worse,
there goes our star witness.

Jeanine, Gazarian's dead.

We need to leave.

We believe Sam Scales was running a scam

with Alex Gazarian
to defraud the government.

The only people who can confirm this
are Agent Ruth and Agent Vasquez.

Shouldn't be hard to track them.

Agent Ruth was in court
for some of today's testimony.

One of these agents was here?

The bench warrant
will be issued within the hour.

Where are you taking me? Hey!

Hey!

This is because I got you guys in trouble
for listening in on my phone calls.

Hey, you can't do this! Hey!

Where the hell are we going?

Just relax, will you?

Get out.

Go on.

Who's there?

Mr. Haller. Thanks for meeting me.

As if I had a choice.

I apologize for the drama.

I had to get to you before you called
someone and said something stupid.

Like what?
Like my driver was kidnapping me?

You'll be taken home safely
once we're done. I give you my word.

All because of a bench warrant?

I'm sorry, Agent.
That was the only way to get you in court.

I don't think you get it, Mr. Haller.

I'm not coming to court,
and neither is Agent Vasquez.

Yeah, well, the judge will beg to differ.

Someone high up from the Bureau will talk
to someone in the state AG's office,

and somebody will make a call.

It's beyond my pay grade.
Do you understand?

The Bureau isn't going to sink
an investigation this big

to save one defense lawyer.

So what, you're just gonna let me
go to prison for the rest of my life

for a murder you know I didn't commit?

We wouldn't be here
if you hadn't insisted on a speedy trial.

We would've wrapped up our case.
Yours would've been thrown out.

Well, I apologize
for exercising my constitutional right

not to rot in jail
until it's convenient for you.

-I didn't know anything about your case.
-My hands are tied, Haller.

I'm sorry. Genuinely.

But don't worry.

Once we're done,
we're gonna set this right.

Once you're done?

You mean after I get convicted of murder?

After my reputation is destroyed?
After I go to prison for a year or two?

Look at the bright side.

At least California has a moratorium
on the death penalty, right?

You're actually serious. You…

You feds think you can do
whatever you want.

I…

If I'm gonna be collateral damage,

you need to tell me
what it's for right now.

-I can't do that.
-Bullshit.

Why did you slip me that incident report
if you weren't gonna help me?

-Don't know what you're talking about.
-Don't lie. It was you.

You threatened me
with a misconduct investigation.

-Did you forget that part?
-You could have made that go away.

You did it because you knew what was
happening to me was wrong. Simple as that.

Please, Agent, just… just tell me.
What's going on?

Bleeding the beast.

It's not just a one-off scam.
It's happening all over the country.

About a dozen refineries
that we know of so far.

Including Biogreen?

The thing is,
the scam may play out in different ways,

but in the end, it's always the same.

It's just like your EPA expert testified.

A truck leaves the refinery
loaded with biofuel for delivery.

See you on the rebound.

The same truck comes back later
carrying raw feedstock,

and they make this run
multiple times a day.

But the contents
of the barrels never change.

They just keep running
the same cooking grease in and out

and changing the labels.

And every time, they bill
the government all over again for it.

The players behind the scam
are all the same too.

Some of the biggest organized crime groups
in America, taking in millions.

That's where Sam came in.

We needed somebody on the inside,

preferably someone
with a record that we could turn.

You needed your fingerprints off of it.

That's why you took Sam's wallet
from the morgue. Isn't it?

You didn't want anybody
connecting him to Biogreen

and exposing your investigation.

Sam was supposed to get you
to Alex Gazarian.

Gazarian was gonna move you
up the food chain,

only now they're both dead.

All the more reason
that we can't compromise

this investigation any further.

Tell that to Sam.

What happened to Sam Scales
is unfortunate.

Unfortunate? That's one way of putting it.

He's dead. And it's your fault.

-How?
-Stop playing dumb.

Gazarian found out
Sam was informing on him.

That's why he took him out.

That's a plausible theory,
but that's not what happened.

What the hell did happen?
Why else did Gazarian kill Sam?

Because…

Sam was stealing from Alex.
That's why Alex had him whacked.

Alex didn't know anything about the FBI.

Jeez, he would've
killed Sam sooner if he had.

And… …I'm probably next.

Well, I got a crew who can keep you safe
for the time being, but who knows?

Maybe the Armenians
won't even bother to come after you.

Seriously? These people
just killed a member of their own family.

Think they're gonna think twice
about taking me out?

I can probably get you
some kind of protection,

but first, I need the truth.

I need to know everything you know.
All of it.

But I need you to be honest.
You understand?

Did you actually witness Sam's murder?

No, nothing like that.

Alex kept me away from the ugly stuff, but

I know about Biogreen.

He put my name on it so there wouldn't be
a paper trail back to him.

And how did Sam even become involved
with Biogreen in the first place?

As pissed off as Alex could get

when someone tried
to pull one over on him,

he also knew good work when he saw it.

Sam tricked him
with some art gallery scam a while back.

Yeah, yeah, we are aware of that incident.

Well,

Alex was impressed in spite of himself,
and they connected after that.

Sam had a lot of skills.

Skills Alex figured he could use
to run the Biogreen operation.

And by the Biogreen operation,

you mean the fraud
they were pulling, right?

Yeah, Sam did most of the groundwork.

He even got a truck license
to help pull it off, and it worked.

Money was flowing,

Alex's family was happy,
which meant Alex was happy.

Let me guess, until he started noticing
some money missing?

Alex couldn't understand…
why the math wasn't adding up.

Then he figured out
that Sam set up his own shell company

and was taking a cut of the subsidies
that were supposed to be going

to Alex's family.

Sam was scamming the scammers.

Classic Sam. Couldn't help himself.

Yeah, well, neither could Alex.

And you're positive of this?

When he made us go on the run,
I forced him to tell me the truth.

I said to him,
I wasn't gonna go anywhere with him

if he didn't tell me
exactly what the hell was going on.

And what did he tell you?

When he found out that Sam
was ripping him off, he lost his shit.

Hey.

-What, is there a problem?
-You could say that.

Oh, come on, Alex. Look, look, look.

Whatever it is, we can work it out.

I got the… Oh God!

Relax, very nice.

But how did he end up
in the trunk of Mickey Haller's car?

Alex hated Haller

because he pushed him
into pleading the Fifth

at that chef's trial.

I mean, he lost the Olympic contract.

He had to sell his construction company.

Otherwise, he never
would've been running Biogreen at all.

So taking out Sam and pinning it on Mickey

solved all of his problems
at the same time?

Yeah.

Something like that.

Except I'm betting his family
didn't appreciate the attention

that came with it.

So they decided to cauterize that wound.

Dummy never thought things through.

He never thought that…

…his family would turn on him.

Fucking idiot.

Excuse me.

-Mickey, where have you been?
-It's a long story.

Agent Ruth wanted to meet.
Are you still at the house?

No. Um… Cisco called.

I'm down here in Orange County
with him and Jeanine Ferrigno.

I hope she can help

because Agent Ruth made it very clear
the FBI is not gonna take the stand.

Yeah, she told me everything.

According to her,

Gazarian had no idea
that Sam was informing to the FBI.

That's what I heard too.

They killed him
because he was skimming off the top.

Legal was right.
There really is no honor among thieves.

Doesn't matter. The thing that matters
is getting Jeanine to testify.

She's the only one
who can put this on Gazarian.

Just give me a sec.

She's never gonna testify, Mickey.

We'll subpoena her if we have to.

She'll just lie
and say she doesn't know anything,

or she'll take the Fifth.

She's on the run
from the people who killed her boyfriend.

Think she's just
gonna get up there and name names?

Well, can you get her protection?

I told her I'd try, but…

…as a defense attorney, how?

If I was the DA, sure, but

Dana Berg's not gonna play ball.

Neither are the feds.
They don't want anybody testifying.

All they care about
is protecting their case.

They're not gonna help me.

Unless we force their hand.

-How?
-Let me worry about that.

Sit tight. I'll call you back.

Hello? Who is this?

Agent Dawn Ruth?

Yes. I'll ask again, who is this?

I have a message from Mickey Haller.
You should probably look out your window.

-Hello, Ms. Crane.
-Mickey was right.

About what?

Juan really does sell the best paletas.

What do you want?

I think it's more about
what you want, actually,

which is to protect your Biogreen case

and find somebody
who can connect the dots to Alex Gazarian.

Whether in private
or, you know, in open court.

If you're talking about Jeanine Ferrigno,
then it's a good thing you're here today.

As I'm sure you're aware,

Miss Ferrigno is a person of interest
in an ongoing federal investigation.

So I think
it's in everyone's best interest

if you escort her
to the Bureau's lobby ASAP.

Oh, that is not in my best interest
or in Mickey's.

Okay, I know you think
you're helping Mr. Haller, but you're not.

I know who's not helping Mr. Haller.

The FBI.

And since that's the case,

he really has no choice
but to put Ms. Ferrigno on the stand

and hear everything she has to say,
and I mean everything.

If I were you, I'd bring popcorn.

Ms. Crane.

Ms. Crane.

All rise.

Be seated, please.

Does the defense
have any more witnesses to call?

Uh…

Yes, yes, Your Honor, we do.

If, uh…

If the court would allow me just a moment.

Thank you.

Mr. Haller?

Perhaps today?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Uh, the defense calls…

The…

The defense calls…

calls…

One moment, Mr. Haller.

Of course.

Members of the jury,

my sincere apologies for this, uh,
unfortunate delay,

but the court must take a short recess.

I'll see counsel
in my chambers immediately.

Ms. Berg, Ms. McPherson,

you both obviously know
District Attorney Suarez.

I assume you do as well, Mr. Haller.

We've met.

Can I ask what this is all about, Adam?

I take it you're from the FBI.

Yes, Your Honor.
Thank you for seeing us on short notice.

I'm Stephen Tremblay, the special agent
in charge of the Los Angeles field office,

and this is my colleague, Agent Dawn Ruth.

Well, I guess someone
touched a nerve somewhere.

Judge, it's come to our attention
that the defense in this trial

is about to call a witness,
Jeanine Ferrigno,

but the information
that Ms. Ferrigno might share

is extremely sensitive and highly relevant
to an ongoing federal investigation,

an investigation
that would be directly imperiled

by this information coming to light.

When Agent Ruth
brought this to my attention,

I immediately consulted
with District Attorney Suarez.

He agreed that Ms. Ferrigno cannot
be permitted to testify at this time.

In fact, we believe
that Ms. Ferrigno's life is in danger

because of the information she possesses,
and accordingly,

we have a team of US Marshals prepared
to take her into protective custody.

That's, uh, all very interesting, Agents,
but it seems the FBI has a slight problem.

Mr. Suarez doesn't decide
who gets to testify in my courtroom.

I do.

Of course, that's true, Your Honor.

But what I can do
is offer a resolution to this case,

one that will hopefully render
Ms. Ferrigno's testimony… unnecessary.

What do you mean, a resolution?

Having taken the totality
of the circumstances into account,

my office is prepared to drop the charges
against Mr. Haller.

What?

Provided he's amenable
to an agreement, of course.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me!

Ms. Berg, you get one warning.
This was it.

What kind of agreement?

Well, first of all,
we'll need your silence and cooperation

until the federal case is adjudicated.

And when would that be?

Obviously, we can't say.

So we're clear, a jury has been impaneled.
Jeopardy has attached.

Correct.

Mr. Haller can never be retried.

We will move
to dismiss the case with prejudice.

And what would be
the basis for this dismissal?

My office will make a statement

that we've come
into possession of new evidence,

which casts grave doubt
on the validity of the case.

Happens all the time.

Yeah, sure, happens all the time
in cases no one's paying attention to.

You're saying you'll drop the charges,
but I can never say why?

No one will ever present this evidence

showing I was wrongly accused
or apologize or--

See?

Even now, your prosecutor
still thinks I did it.

-"If it quacks like a duck…"
-Dana.

You know what?

I think I'll pass.

You'd rather take your chances
with a verdict?

If taking a deal means I have a cloud
over my head for the rest of my life, yes.

I leave my fate in the hands of the jury.

And when I get a "not guilty,"

maybe then you can finally accept
you got it wrong.

Juries get it wrong all the time.

I can also tell the world how I was set up
right under the FBI's nose

and how the DA's office
went right along with it

and railroaded me.

So, yeah. I think I like that deal better.

What do you want?

I want the same thing I wanted
from the beginning.

The only thing. I want my reputation back.

I want my innocence.

And how do you propose we give you that?

I want a…

I want a public statement
from the DA's office

that completely exonerates me
of any crime.

And I want her to deliver it.

Go to hell, Haller.

She is the one calling me a murderer
for the last four months.

She's the one
the world needs to hear it from.

Let's say, for the sake of argument,
we can accommodate that.

Anything else?

Yes. Officer Roy Collins from the LAPD.

He was waiting for me that night.
Everyone here knows it.

I was framed for this,
and I was stuck in jail

and nearly killed
while my name was dragged through the mud.

I don't run the LAPD, Haller.

No, but you have a public integrity unit.

I want this fully investigated.

Fine.

We'll open a case.

In good faith.

You have my word.

Very well.

The defense accepts the offer.

Just when you think you've seen it all.

Mr. Haller,

I, uh…

I'm genuinely sorry
you had to be put through this.

But pending final paperwork from
the district attorney's office, of course,

you are now free to go.

And I hope the next time
I see you in my courtroom,

it's on the lawyer's side of the table.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I know… I could've…

Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's over, Mickey.

We won.

Yeah.

We won.

Hey.

It's okay.

Haller.

Where's Jeanine Ferrigno?
We need to put her in protective custody.

San Clemente, I think.

San Clemente.

But you were
just about to call her on the stand.

Yeah, about that…

I know
who's not helping Mr. Haller. The FBI.

Since that's the case,

he really has no choice
but to put Ms. Ferrigno on the stand

and hear everything she has to say,
and I mean everything.

If I were you, I'd bring popcorn.

Walk fast and don't look back.

-Do you think that worked?
-It better, or Mickey goes to prison.

You guys really color
outside the lines at your firm.

Any chance you're hiring?

Don't worry.
I have my investigator with her.

She's safe and sound.

Hey, Mick. How'd it go?

Like clockwork. She ready?

As she'll ever be.

All right, sit tight.
The cavalry's on their way.

Okay.

They're sending the Marshals for you.

-Where are they gonna put me?
-I don't know. Albuquerque?

Albuquerque?

That's where you can find her.

Fucking Haller.

That was delicious.

-Thank you, Elena.
-Ah, yes.

Mom, it was delicious.
It turned out great.

You're welcome.
I know how much you love my posole.

Didn't I see you bring in DoorDash bags?

Hayley, I don't know
what you're talking about.

It's okay, Abuela.

You cooked so much in Mexico,
it's no surprise you need a break.

Well, it turns out

that actually, they have
very good Mexican food in Los Angeles.

Not as good as yours, Mamá.

Aw, that's the right thing to say, baby.

I'll help with the dishes.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Hayley and I should get going.
Traffic's gonna be dying down.

Yeah.

Thank you for everything, Maggie.

You don't need to thank me.

Ah, yes, I do. I…

I know how much
you put on hold to help me.

Your job, your home in San Diego.

-Jack.
-And they'll all still be there.

I think, anyway.

Yeah. I don't know
how I can ever repay you.

For starters, you could avoid
being framed for murder again.

I'll do my best.

But seriously, if the tables were turned,
you'd have done the same for me.

You know I would.

Even though we both know
I'd never need to.

Well, I do tend to conduct my business

in a slightly more conventional way
than you do.

-Just slightly.
-Mm.

You know, I think the biggest thing

I've learned from all this is, uh,
a lot of people think I'm an asshole.

You just learned that now?

Well, it became more painfully obvious.

Come here.

I wish you could stay longer, Maggie.

I know.

I am really glad this nightmare is over.

For all of us.

But it's time for me
to get back to my life.

But I'm always a phone call away,

and Hayley will be back up here
before you know it.

You stay out of trouble, Haller.

No promises.

Hayley, we gotta go.

Mom, are you happy in San Diego?

What?

Where's that coming from?

What? I'm going to college next year.
You can talk to me.

Well, the truth is

I miss LA.

My friends, my old colleagues.

Dad?

Yeah, I miss your dad.

But I have to get back to my job.

What about Jack?

What about Jack?

Well, you didn't say
you had to get back to Jack.

Long-distance relationships are tough,

and things with Jack are tense.

Don't get me wrong.
I like Jack, but maybe…

-Okay.
-I don't know.

I don't know. Forget it.
It's none of my business.

What?

It just doesn't seem like
you're that into him.

Okay.

I mean,
you looked kind of sad leaving Dad.

Am I wrong?

Hmm.

I am kind of sad.

But…

Mom, I see how
the two of you are together.

It's complicated.

It's always been complicated
with your father and me.

But my life is in San Diego right now,

and I have to make that work.

You understand?

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh…

No, come on.

-Are we going?
-Oh my God.

Okay, wait. Hold on.

Oh. Ha!

-I'm not even in it now.
-I'm going. Okay.

-This is not working.
-Well, the billboard's too big.

Cisco, maybe if you hold the phone.
Your arm's longer.

There. Okay?

-Okay. That's better.
-Yeah.

-Now I'm not…
-No.

Okay, this is silly.
I don't need to be in this selfie.

Thank you, Grace. Everybody say, "queso"!

Queso!

Okay, now, um, one just of me.

-Yeah.
-Okay, go, go, go.

Go, go, go. Okay, I'm ready.

-Yeah.
-All right.

Just like that.

Very cute. Yes.

Ooh.

Okay, I think we got it.

We're going to Angel's Tacos
if you wanna come.

No, because tonight,
for the first time in months,

I actually have solo time with my husband,
so I'm going to pass.

-Totally get it.
-Grace, see you at the spa tomorrow?

Yes, it is in my calendar.

-Great.
-Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

The spa?

Yeah, uh, didn't really have a choice.

I think she wants to grill me. I figured
I should just get it over with, you know?

Well, at least you get a mud bath
while you're ripping off the Band-Aid.

That is a good point.

You're gonna grill her?

-Over the sauna coals.
-Good girl.

So proud of you, babe.

You're also very photogenic.

You don't think it's too much?

I think it's late
to be asking that question.

I'm just so happy that we can finally
get back to a sense of normalcy now.

I hope so.

No, I'm serious.

Mickey's case was a bulldozer.

I felt like it was pulling us apart.

Kind of freaked me out a little.

Just a little.

Hey.

Promise me
we're not gonna let that happen again.

I was gonna say the same thing to you.

We just have to find ways
to spend time together,

no matter what is going on,
even when work sends you to Palm Springs.

Oh! Next time,
you should let me come to the stakeout.

How much fun would that be?

You do realize
it wasn't a desert vacation.

I was working and somebody died.

Oh, yes, that was very tragic.

Well, it won't always be easy,

but we need to remember that we're a team,

and no distractions get in the way
of the most important thing,

which is spending quality time
with the man I love.

I'll be right back.

Are you okay? Good. I'm Lorna Crane.

You might know me from my billboard.

Um, call me. Thank you.

One, two, three, four, five, six!

Roadrunner, roadrunner

Going faster miles an hour

Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop

With the radio on

I'm in love with Massachusetts

And the neon when it's cold outside

And the highway
When it's late at night

Got the radio on

I'm like the roadrunner

All right

I'm in love with modern moonlight

128 when it's dark outside

I don't feel so bad now in the car

Don't feel so alone, got the radio on…

What's up, Izzy?

You get your car back
from the impound lot?

Uh-huh.

Not gonna lie. Kind of freaks me out
that you're driving that thing again.

I mean, Sam Scales was dead in the trunk.

I had it professionally cleaned, so…

Did you also have an exorcism?
Because I mean…

Izzy, Gazarian took enough from me.
I'm not giving up my car too.

Although I've been thinking,
I do need some kind of change.

I… I might put my house on the market.

Well, that also seems sensible.
It's been made by the Armenian mob.

Not to mention
the DEA, FBI, various cartels.

We don't need a whole list.

-How many times has it been broken into?
-Okay.

Uh, hold on.

Haller and Associates, please hold.

-Are you coming into the office today?
-…exonerates Michael Haller of…

Your press conference
is getting a ton of coverage.

The phone's been ringing off the hook.

I don't know yet. I'm kind of thinking
I'm just gonna drive around

all afternoon like the old days.

Got it, boss.

Got plans for dinner?

No, I'm gonna have a quiet night at home.

I'm gonna try a new pasta recipe.

Recipe?

What is happening?

All that time in jail made me appreciate
a home-cooked meal, you know?

Next thing I know,
you'll be buying a treadmill.

If you sell your house,

do you have to disclose
that Sam was killed in your garage?

Well, the case is dropped,
so it's kind of a gray area.

Is it?

Yeah, okay. I gotta go, Izzy.

Right

Bye bye!

Age fourteen
We got you down on your knees

So polite
We're busy still saying please

Frenemies, who when you're down
Ain't your friend

Every night we smash a Mercedes-Benz

First we run
And then we laugh till we cry…

Hey.

-Hi.
-Hey.

Uh, this is weird,
but you're Mickey Haller, right?

Yeah, that's me. I didn't catch your name.

-Get down.
-What?

Shit, get down!

-FBI, freeze!
-Drop the weapon!

Are you two okay?

Are you following me?

Just being careful. We had reason
to believe you were still a target.

Target?

From who?

Who do you think?

You were a thorn the Armenians
didn't want in their side anymore.

-Do either of you need medical attention?
-No.

Uh, no, no, I'm fine.

-You… you okay?
-Yeah, yeah.

Looks like your new friend
just saved your life, Haller.

Thank you.

Yeah, no problem.

Thank you for keeping an eye on me.

Believe it or not, that is our job.
Take care of yourself, Haller.

What just happened?

How'd you learn to do that?

I don't know.

The guy was eyeballing you,
and then he reached into his jacket,

and I… I guess my instincts kicked in.

Your instincts?

Who are you?

Oh. Uh…

Actually, um,

I'm your sister.

No fun, my babe

No fun

No fun, my babe

No fun

No fun to hang around

Feelin' that same old way

No fun to hang around

Freaked out for another day

No fun, my babe

No fun

No fun, my babe

No fun

No fun to be alone

Walking by myself

No fun to be alone

In love with nobody else

Well, maybe go out, maybe stay home

Maybe call Mom on the telephone

Well c'mon, well c'mon

Well c'mon, well c'mon

Well c'mon, well c'mon

Well c'mon, well c'mon

No fun to be alone

No fun to be alone…