All language subtitles for The.Lincoln.Lawyer.S03E03.540p.x265.AAC.[9jaRocks.Com].eng-

There was a break-in at my house.
It might've been Hector Moya.

It's Glory Days. She's dead.

I am not a killer. I didn't do this.

[bailiff] The People vs. Julian La Cosse.

The People must object to bail
in this case.

[judge] For now, the defendant
will remain in custody.

-It's okay. You're gonna be okay.
-Let me go!

I need you to tell David I don't want him
to come see me anymore.

-No, Julian--
-Mickey, promise me.

-What happened to Glory Days?
-[woman] I dunno.

She just said if you ever found out
she was still in LA, it would all unravel.

[Lorna] Moya got life in prison
in Victorville.

[Mickey] He'd be extra pissed off
at the person who ratted him out.

There's a line from Glory Days
to Hector Moya. We gotta find it.

[Cisco] Look at this guy.

-[Izzy] He's following her.
-[Cisco] Yep.

-[Lorna] The question is…
-[Mickey] Who's the guy in the hat?

If you won't eat this, I will. Excuse me.

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

["Mi Swing es Tropical"
by Quantic & Nickodemus playing]

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

[song fades]

[Andrea] Order up! Whole milk, no sugar.

[exhales]

You know just how I like it.

Next thing I know,

you'll be keeping your socks
in my bedroom drawer.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

[song continues faintly]

Keep that up. I might just let you
keep a toothbrush in my bathroom.

[Mickey chuckles]

What are you doing tonight?

-Uh…
-I know. Two nights in a row. Scandalous.

But I've got a reservation at Saffy's.
I thought… [murmurs]

Tempting, but…
I've gotta take a rain check.

I've got drinks tonight.

Mm. Work drinks?

No.

Don't get your boxers in a twist.
It's just a date.

-We said we were keeping this casual.
-Okay. [chuckles]

I've gotta run. Suarez has been
blowing up my phone all morning.

Last night was fun.
Make sure you lock up on the way out.

Kick ass and take names, Andy.

Always.

[jazz playing]

[door closes]

Second time this week.
Don't worry, I'm no chismoso.

We have attorney-driver privilege.

[chuckles]

Just for the record, Ms. Freemann and I
are just good friends, Eddie. Okay?

-Whatever you say, Mr. Haller.
-[car door closes]

I wish I had a friend like Ms. Freemann.

My hearing is at 9.15. If we go now,
we can beat the traffic on the 110.

[music fades]

[phone rings out]

[phone buzzes]

-Good morning.
-[Mickey] Hey.

I'm going straight to court today.

-I left my witness questions on my desk.
-Already emailed them to you.

I left a copy with the clerk.
You can pick 'em up there.

[chuckles] You're a lifesaver, Izzy.
Who needs Lorna anyway?

Trust me, I do. I'm still figuring out
how everything works.

Actually, can I ask you about something?

If the La Cosse trial doesn't start
for three months,

how come you're putting on witnesses now?

Well, I'm trying to get
the original police interview thrown out.

If it works, the whole case falls apart.

-We might never go to trial at all.
-[truck beeping]

Where are you, anyway?
You're not in the office?

-Just… an errand I had to run.
-[beeping continues]

Actually, um, I gotta go,
but I'll be in soon.

David?

[panting]

[panting] Yeah. Can I help you?

Izzy, from Mickey Haller's office.

-Is something wrong with Julian?
-No, Julian's fine.

Well… that's why I'm here, actually.

Uh, I don't understand.

I know you usually talk to Lorna.

She's out of the office today.

We both thought
I should come over here to see

if you'd come to court this morning.

I, uh…

[poignant music playing]

[inhales sharply] I can't do that.

Julian's made it clear
that he doesn't wanna see me.

I go to the jail to visit him,
and he won't even come out.

Look, we don't know each other that well,
so excuse me if I'm talking out of turn

but I'm pretty sure
Julian does wanna see you.

He's just not thinking straight.

I think he's ashamed of
where he is right now.

Of what he is.

Lorna and I think
you need to come to court.

[chuckles]

I miss him.

So much.

I can give you a lift to the courthouse
if you want.

-It's not quite a Lincoln, but…
-[David chuckles]

-Yeah.
-[Izzy chuckles]

I… I, uh, need to get changed first.

Um, can… can you come in for a minute?

Yeah. Yeah.

[upbeat music playing]

[Lorna inhales deeply]

[exhales]

Last day jitters. Am I right?

[sighs] Last day, hardest day.
Just hope I remember everything.

I saw you doing
those deep meditation breaths.

My yogi says it's all about staying calm.

[exhales] Okay.

You wanna grab a drink
when this is all over?

I'm flattered, but I'm married.

-Lucky guy.
-[Lorna] Hmm.

-Dating in LA is a shit show.
-Yeah.

You got a hot sister?

I'm just gonna go back
to doing my breathing.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[man sighs]

I really hope
I don't have to do this again.

[sighs] Me too. Have you taken it before?

Four times.
Hopefully, fifth time's the charm.

I shouldn't have done
an online law school.

Oh. Um, I'm sure it was very academically

rigorous.

Hey, where'd you go to law school?

Harvard.

[Lorna scoffs]

[line ringing]

[man] Man, I talk to you
more than I talk to my mama.

[Cisco] I wanted to check if--

Yeah, I got one. Green Civic.

Don't know if the windows
were tinted or not.

-What? When?
-Came in last Friday.

And you didn't call me?
This isn't a game, Sonny.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Ain't like I'm seeing shit
from you anyway.

I told you you'd get paid
if you found the right car.

Where did this one come from?

They found it abandoned in a parking lot,
completely stripped.

Can you read out the VIN?

Sure. Right when I finish my pedicure.
What'd I say?

Completely stripped.

And they filed the VIN off.

Are there any other identifying markers?

The hell I know! You wanna look?

Haul your ass down here to Duarte,
and bring my fucking money.

[line beeps]

[sighs heavily]

Son of a bitch.

[theme music playing]

-How are you holding up?
-I'd rather not talk about it.

Julian.

You promised to keep David away. I didn't.

[poignant music playing]

[guard] No contact.

-Come on.
-It's okay.

[sighs]

It's okay.

[exhales]

-Thank you.
-No problem.

Oh, Lorna wanted me to remind you.

Judge Turner used to be a public defender.
Is that good?

Um, I don't know yet.
Guess we'll find out today.

[Izzy] How so?

A motion to suppress is a long shot.

Most judges let cops
slide on their bullshit.

Hopefully, this one
still roots for the underdog.

[bailiff] All rise.

[quietly] Thank you.

Please be seated.

We are here on a motion to suppress
the police interview of the defendant.

Mr. Haller, it's your hearing.
Let's see if there's any there there.

Thank you, Your Honor. The defense calls
Detective Mark Whitten to the stand.

[Mickey clears throat]

-[Mickey] Morning, Detective.
-Counselor.

If you don't mind, I'd like to start with
when you brought my client to the station.

Can I ask, why didn't you read him
his Miranda rights at that time?

He wasn't a suspect at that time.

-[Mickey] No?
-No.

In fact, he came in voluntarily.

But if Mr. La Cosse wasn't a suspect,

why did you bring him in
for an interrogation at all?

First of all, it wasn't an interrogation.
It was an interview.

Anyone with relevant information
can be brought in for an interview.

Okay, but what led you to believe

that Mr. La Cosse
had relevant information to provide?

A neighbor at the scene mentioned
that a man had visited the victim.

We checked
the security footage from the lobby

and saw Mr. La Cosse
enter and exit the building.

I see. But you still did not
consider him a suspect

when you interrogated him.

Objection. Asked and answered.

Apologies, Your Honor.
It's just the answer seems incomplete.

Overruled, Mr. Forsythe.

The witness may answer.

[detective] Again,
it was not an interrogation.

Mr. La Cosse was a person of interest.

We had no reason to believe
he was the killer at first.

He came in for a… conversation.

A conversation.

[scoffs] Hmm.

Which meant you didn't have to
read him his rights?

Your Honor. Argumentative.

Withdrawn. Now, Detective,

I have a few questions
about this conversation.

Let's watch it together, shall we?

[elevator bell dings]

Andrea, I need you to clear your calendar
as soon as possible.

Good morning to you too, Adam.

Kim Washington was handling
the Shelby case but went into labor.

Is she okay?

Everybody's healthy,
but the case is a disaster.

Former senator murdered
by the aide he was sleeping with.

-Press is all over this.
-And you lost your lead prosecutor.

No, I gained a new one.

The defense has the best PR team on this.

They'll have a head start
if we have to postpone--

We're not postponing anything.

Good. Move whatever you can.
I need you on this today.

Consider it done.

Oh, and Andrea, thanks.
I knew I could count on you.

[detective] Just in here, Mr. La Cosse.

Here. Uh, make yourself comfortable.

[controller clicks]

What are you doing
with your hand on my client's arm?

I was just directing him to a seat.

And is there a reason
you chose that particular seat?

Not really.

No? It's not because your plan was
to get a confession from him,

and you wanted him
facing the hidden camera when you did?

Uh, no.

Uh, I'm sorry. Are you telling the court
that you did not specifically

lead my client to the seat
in full view of the hidden camera,

a camera you knew was in that room?

I was simply following department policy.

It's standard procedure to have
the interview subject face the camera.

But you stand by your statement
that Mr. La Cosse was not yet a suspect

and, therefore,
did not need to be read his rights?

Objection. Once again, asked and answered.

Once again, overruled.
The witness may answer.

[detective] No.

I mean, yes. I-I stand by that statement.

At this point, the, uh, defendant
was merely there to give a statement,

which means there was
no constitutional requirement

to read him his rights.

Very well. Let's, uh, move ahead a bit.

[detective] I'm gonna grab a coffee.
Can I get you anything? A soda?

Uh, water would be great.

Sounds good.

[Julian exhales slowly]

So here you left my client alone
in the interrogation room, correct?

The interview room, yes.

Let me ask you, Detective,
what would have happened

if he decided
he needed to use the restroom?

He never asked to use the restroom.

If he needed to, could he leave the room,
or was the door locked?

Detective, was the door locked?
It's a simple yes or no question.

It's department policy
to secure the interview room

so as to prevent civilians
from wandering alone around the precinct.

So that's a yes.

Yes, the door was locked.

So my client was not a suspect,
nor was he under arrest,

but he was locked in this room
and under surveillance the entire time.

-Objection! Badgering!
-Overruled.

[detective] It's not surveillance.

It's just standard department--

[Mickey] Policy.

Right. Yeah. No, we… we get it, Detective.

-Let's move on.
-[controller clicks]

It's perfectly legal. All I do is lay out…

-That's all.
-Yeah.

Detective Whitten, why did you
take off your jacket here?

-I was hot.
-Wasn't the station air-conditioned?

I don't remember if it was on or not.

In fact, aren't interrogation rooms
called "hot boxes"

because the whole point is
to sweat a confession out of the suspect?

I've never heard that term before.

[judge] Seriously?

Watch yourself, Detective.

If you haven't heard that term,
it's your first day on the job,

or you haven't been paying attention.

Now, we may not have a jury today,
but you are very much under oath.

I…

Of course, Your Honor.

[judge] Continue, Mr. Haller.

[Mickey] Thank you, Your Honor.

[detective] Let's get back
to your relationship with the victim.

Detective, we can see now
that you're standing over my client.

Was this because
you were trying to intimidate him?

No. It was because I felt like standing.

We'd been sitting for a while
at that point.

Standing right on top of my client
was not an attempt to intimidate him?

How'd you come to know her?

[controller clicks]

How about now?
Were you trying to intimidate him now?

-No.
-[Mickey] Your weapon in his face.

Your handcuffs in full view.

None of that an attempt
to intimidate my client?

Think very carefully, Mr. Forsythe.

Detective?

No.

It was not an attempt
to intimidate your client.

[tense music playing]

I have nothing further, Your Honor.

No questions, Your Honor.

[judge] Very well.
The witness may step down.

So what do you think?

I think we have a chance.

My guess is
she'll take it under advisement

and issue a decision tomorrow.

-Okay.
-[judge] I'm ready to rule.

Mr. Haller made some very strong points.

And I found much of
what you said suspect, Detective.

That said, I am not persuaded

that the interview with the defendant

rose to the level
of custodial interrogation.

Therefore, the motion is denied.

[Julian sighs heavily]

[Mickey, quietly] I'm sorry, Julian.
We still have trial.

[Julian sighs deeply]

[pensive music playing]

[sighs]

Hey, man.

For a minute there,
I thought you might've had that one.

Ah, not my day, I guess.

Hey, listen.
Maybe I can save us some heartache.

I've been authorized to make you an offer.

Voluntary manslaughter,
high term, plus some arson charges.

That's eleven plus, say, five.

With good behavior,
he might only end up doing ten.

I don't think so.

I understand. That's how you feel now.

But just know,
I'm not gonna make another offer.

I don't think you do understand.

[tense music playing]

I'll take it to my client,
but he's not gonna take it.

In his mind,
he can't survive another day inside.

So ten years, two years,
it doesn't matter.

The only way he gets out of this alive
is a "not guilty."

Well, then I guess I'll see you at trial.

[elevator bell dings]

[tense music continues]

[mutters]

[music fades]

[man] Yo, Haller!

[Mickey] Hey, Val.

-Long time.
-Yeah.

-Bailing somebody out or what?
-I'm here 'cause I got something for you.

What is this?

-[camera clicks]
-You've been served, Mick.

What the fuck, Val?
You're running service now too?

Guy's gotta make a living.
Inflation and all.

Bail bonds ain't cutting it.

"Hector Moya versus Arthur Rollins."
What's this got to do with me?

Beats me, Mick, but he needs you
for a deposition next week.

-Who wants me for a deposition?
-It's all there, man.

-[Mickey] Sly Funaro?
-Mm-hmm.

I thought he lost his license.
Isn't he doing time for tax evasion?

That's Sly Sr. This is his son, Sly Jr.

Sly Jr. is a lawyer?

I don't pick the players, Mick.
I just serve the paper.

-Sorry about this. Catch you later.
-[Mickey sighs]

Hey, hey, Val. Hold on a second.

Hey. Look, it's good to know
you're serving process now.

I can always use
a little help in that department.

Especially from someone I trust.

Seriously?

'Cause I need the work for real.
It's rough out here.

Yeah, yeah, absolutely.

You know, it would help to know

who else you're serving today
for little Sly.

Mickey, you know I can't tell you that.

Val, come on. We're colleagues now, right?

Oh, okay.

In fact, I got a couple of jobs this week.
Call my office. They'll set you up, huh?

Look, I can't tell you anything,
but maybe you could help me out.

I need some directions? Okay?

I gotta see a DEA agent
named James De Marco.

He's on some task force called ICE Team,
the Interagency Cartel Enforcement Team.

You know where I should go for that?

Hmm. Special task force
could be housed anywhere.

But the main DEA office is on Alameda.
Start there. They'll tell you where to go.

Thanks. That's kind of you.

Oh, I also… Also gotta see a woman.

Kendall Roberts. She lives on Fulton.
You know where that is?

That's, uh, Sherman Oaks,
west of Coldwater.

-I thought that sounded familiar. Thanks.
-Yeah.

I'm gonna call your office like you said.
I'll give you the friends and family rate.

You do that.

Tell me I did not see you get served
with a subpoena in broad daylight.

What can I say?
Trouble seems to follow me.

You're a mess, you know that?

Maybe I'm just trying
to keep you guessing.

I was about to call you.

-Changed your mind about dinner?
-No. Purely professional.

I had a big case drop in my lap,
and I have to wrap up everything else.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

But I have this domestic violence case,

and our judge was called away
on a family emergency.

We landed in front of Judge Fisher.
Do you know anything about her?

[chuckles]

You know, I used to try this with Maggie,
but she always shut me down.

How many times do I have to tell you
I'm not your ex?

I will take any advantage I can get.

I'll even return the favor.

Marion Fisher.

-You said domestic violence, right?
-Yes.

-Is the accused good-looking?
-Why would that matter?

Because my daughter would call somebody
like Judge Fisher "problematic."

She has a thing for handsome guys.

She's been known to wonder

what the victim's role in the abuse
might have been.

It helps if you're on the defense.
Not so much if it's the other way around.

Not what I was hoping to hear.

-[Mickey] Is there a deal you can make?
-Hmm.

Well, it's up to you,

but I hate to see a victim be traumatized
all over again on the stand, you know?

All right, thank you.

-I owe you one.
-No.

You're making the next dinner reservation.
It better be good.

I will check the MICHELIN Guide.

[jazz playing]

Looking pretty smooth, Mr. Haller.

[Mickey] When I wanna be.

Where to next?

Sherman Oaks.
I gotta see a woman about a subpoena.

-[music fades]
-[phone buzzes]

-Ugh. What?
-[Mickey] Lorna.

I need to know whatever you can find
about Sylvester Funaro.

Sly Funaro? He's in Victorville
on tax evasion. Everybody knows that.

No, not Sr. Sly Funaro Jr.

-There's a Jr.?
-Yeah, apparently.

He served me at the courthouse.
I need to know what I'm dealing with.

Okay. No problem, Mick.
I'll get right on that.

Right after I finish taking
the fucking bar exam,

which you completely forgot about
because you never listen to a word I say.

Yes, yes. I'm sorry, Lorna.
I'm sorry. How's it going?

[Lorna] Definitely failing.

Like, contingent remainders,
subject-matter jurisdiction.

What the hell is the Erie Doctrine?

-I don't know.
-Lorna, don't worry about it.

Most of that stuff doesn't even come up
in criminal defense work.

Trust me.

It comes up on the bar exam,

which I have to pass
in order to do criminal defense work.

You'll be fine. I have faith, all right?

And today's the last day, right?
'Cause things are heating up here.

-The motion to suppress was denied.
-[Lorna] Duh.

I thought we had it. I could tell
she wanted to rule in our favor.

Well, she wanted to, but she couldn't.

-Why not?
-Did you not see the news this morning?

A prosecutor announced
he's running against Judge Turner.

Endorsed by the police union.

Now, she has to bend over backwards
to not look soft on crime.

What? Now you tell me?

Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mick.

I'll finish up this bar exam
as fast as I can.

It's not like it's important.

I'm going back in. Wish me luck.

-Good lu--
-[line beeps]

[sighs]

["(If) You Want Trouble"
by Nick Waterhouse playing]

♪ If you want trouble ♪

-♪ You got it ♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Said you been thinking
All night about it ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Well, if you look ♪

♪ You know where I'll be ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ It's the last place that
You might've seen me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

-♪ Well, if you want trouble ♪
-♪ Trouble ♪

-♪ Yeah, if you want trouble ♪
-♪ Trouble ♪

♪ Said if you want trouble ♪

-♪ Well, if you want trouble ♪
-♪ Trouble… ♪

-[phone rings]
-[song fades]

[phone continues ringing]

[groans]

Yeah, Mick?

Cisco, what are you doing now?

Uh, well,
I'm kind of in the middle of something.

I think I may have tracked down
the car the guy in the hat was using

to follow Glory Days.

That's great, but I need you
to drop that for now.

Hector Moya filed suit against the prison,
and I've been subpoenaed in the case.

Hector Moya?

First, he put a rattlesnake in your house.
Now he wants to hear what you have to say?

[Mickey] I don't get it.
That's why I need you.

There are two other people
on the subpoena list.

A woman named Kendall Roberts
who lives on Fulton,

and a DEA agent named James De Marco.

-Can you text me those names?
-I'll send it to you now.

I'm on my way to the Valley,

so I need to know
whatever you can find before I get there.

Thanks, Cisco.

[sighs]

[music and gunshots on video game]

[man] Go round the front.
I'll take the back. Headshot that guy!

[grunting on video game]

[explosion on video game]

-[phone rings]
-[gunshots on video game]

[phone continues ringing]

Damn it. I'm out.

Sylvester Funaro Jr.

Sly Jr.? This is Mickey Haller.

Mr. Haller.

What can I do for you?

It's more what you could have done for me.

You could have shown me
the professional courtesy

of calling my office
and asking me to testify

rather than serving me
on the steps of the courthouse.

You have my apology, Mr. Haller.
I, uh… I am new to some of this.

But, uh, I am representing Mr. Hector Moya

in a habeas motion
to vacate his conviction.

"Your testimony is necessary

to help prove the gross misconduct
of the bureaucracy involved,

beginning with the officer
who arrested my client."

Not bad, not bad.
Your dad write that up for you?

-Excuse me?
-Look, Jr., I don't know you.

Okay? I used to know your dad,

but he's in Victorville with Hector Moya,
which I assume that's how they met.

Either way, I am preparing
for a trial of my own.

And I don't have time
to be deposed in your fishing expedition.

Okay? This has nothing to do with me.

Well, that's where you're mistaken,
Mr. Haller.

See, you're actually the person who got
Mr. Moya arrested in the first place.

Bullshit accusations are not gonna get me
to show up to your deposition, Sly.

Just the opposite.

We both know
your client traded information

in exchange for her freedom,

which means you had to be involved
in brokering that deal.

Well, even assuming any of that is true,
it's confidential.

Where are you getting that information?

I'm afraid that information
is also confidential.

It's protected by
attorney-client privilege.

Not good enough.

You tell your dad that unless I know
what the fuck is really going on,

you won't see me at any deposition.
You understand? Have a nice day.

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

[phone rings]

Mick, it's only been five minutes.
I mean, I'm good. I'm not that good.

Sly Jr. knows.

Who's Sly Jr.?

He's the lawyer
who subpoenaed me for Hector Moya.

They know for sure
that Glory ratted him out.

That's what you kinda figured, right?

Yeah, but there's something funny
about these subpoenas.

What kind of a list would include

a random woman in the Valley,
a DEA agent, and me?

[Cisco] I'm still working on that.

I'm about to text you
Kendall Roberts' street number, okay?

Hold on.

[phone pings]

[Cisco] Get this.

Whoever Kendall is,

she used to live at the same address
as Gloria Dayton.

She and Glory Days were roommates.

[sighs] It all comes back to Glory Days.

All right. Just, uh,
stay on the DEA agent De Marco.

Val said he was on some task force.

I'm gonna go talk
to Gloria's old roommate.

Call me when you've got something.

Yeah.

[doorbell rings]

[bird chirping]

[doorbell rings]

[dog barks faintly]

[doorbell rings]

Hi. Can I help you?

-Uh, Kendall Roberts?
-Yeah, that's me.

-Do I know you?
-Uh, I don't think so.

My name is Mickey Haller. I'm a lawyer.

Yes! I knew it was you.

Ah. Well, I've been in the news
a few times lately.

Oh, no, sorry. Um, over there.

Uh, yeah, that's… that's me, all right.

Listen, you mind
if I ask you a few questions?

What is this about?

Gloria Dayton.

Glory Days?

Uh, whatever this is,
I haven't spoken to her in over a year.

I'm actually late for my shift, so I…

Gloria was murdered, Kendall.

I need your help
to find out what happened.

Did something happen in Hawaii?

No, it was in LA.
I don't think she went to Hawaii.

Yeah, I knew she wasn't serious
about getting out.

[pensive music playing]

Um, I'm so sorry to hear about all this,

but it's nothing to do with me,
and there's nothing I can tell you.

Unfortunately, I think
it does have to do with you.

It's in your own best interest
to talk to me.

Please.

I was another person then. You understand?

Okay? I was just…
I was doing that to pay off my tuition.

I… I have a different life now,
and I would like to keep it that way.

So, please…

Ms. Roberts, you need to talk to us.

If Mr. Haller says
it's in your best interest, it is.

[music fades]

[keyboards tapping]

[sighs]

-[clicking]
-[rhythmic tapping]

[clicking and tapping grows louder]

[clicking and tapping quickens]

[clicking and tapping intensifies]

[silence]

[inhales deeply]

-[Andrea] Take a deep breath.
-[Lorna exhales]

You promised me
Scott wouldn't get away with it anymore.

And I stand by that promise.

He will be punished.

I just don't understand
why you would make a deal.

Deborah, this plea agreement will ensure
that your ex-husband goes to prison

where he belongs.

Otherwise, if we chance it at trial,

it could go either way.

[scoffs quietly]

Now, with your support,

I would like to go to the defense attorney

and propose a year incarceration,

then another year of probation
with mandatory anger management classes.

I know it's not the sentence we wanted,
but it's meaningful.

[emotional music playing]

[crying softly]

[Deborah continues crying]

I mean it when I say I will go to trial.

And I will do
everything in my power to win

if that's what you prefer.

But under the circumstances…

I think this is the right move.

[shakily] Okay.

I trust you.

Um, there were, uh, three of us
that worked together.

Um… [sniffles]

Gloria, uh, me, and Trina Rafferty.

She goes, uh, by Trina Trixxx.

We would cover for each other,

but they always handled
the more dangerous clients.

Like Hector Moya?

[Kendall] Yeah.

Uh, Gloria was like a big sister to me.

She told me to stay away from him.
[sniffles]

He would always give the girls coke,

but she knew that
I didn't mess with any of that stuff

and that, um,

I just really wanted to get out.

[emotional music playing]

I really love what I do now, Mr. Haller.

I don't… I don't want anybody to know
about my past.

I don't want that either, Kendall.

I promise I'll do everything I can
to keep this private, okay?

Okay.

[Mickey] I just have one more question,
and I'll leave you alone.

Did you ever have any run-ins
with anyone at the DEA?

No, never.
I never even got arrested. [laughs]

[sniffles] To be honest, I'm lucky
I got out as clean as I did.

[knocking at door]

Hello? Anybody home?

[doorbell rings]

[quietly] It's him.

-There's something I need you to know.
-[doorbell rings]

I got your name
when I was served a subpoena

in a lawsuit filed by Hector Moya.

The guy who served me
is here to serve you.

-I don't know anything about Moya.
-You have a lawyer?

-No, I don't.
-You want me to represent you?

I'm happy to do it pro bono,
that means free.

I can make all this go away.

-[knocking at door]
-Yes, please do that.

All right.

-He's gone.
-[Mickey sighs]

It's okay.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Wait, what?

They say why?

Yeah, okay. Thanks for letting me know.

I know. I know.
I'll Venmo you later. Don't worry.

[Izzy sighs]

Everything okay?

All my students canceled class today.
And half of them tomorrow.

[Lorna] Why?

Another class down the street.

But my landlord owns the whole block.

My lease says her other tenants
can't compete with me.

So how can they be offering dance classes?

Promissory estoppel.

[groans] I'm still in bar exam mode.

Oh shit, L.
I didn't even ask. How'd it go?

What is worse than awful?
I don't even wanna think about it.

Look, tomorrow, just bring in your lease.

If your landlord is breaking the terms,
we'll deal with it.

Right now, I just wanna sleep
for, like, a year.

[Lorna sighs wearily]

-Get the hell off my Lincoln, Val.
-[Val] You're an asshole, Haller.

I gave you those names as a courtesy,
and you go and cockblock me?

I got a job to do.
When I don't do it, I don't get paid.

Yeah, well, I now represent Ms. Roberts.

So you can hand her subpoena to me
and turn in your invoice, huh?

[scoffs] Okay.

Smile.

[camera clicks]

Your work here is done.
How'd it go at the DEA?

[Val] I ain't telling you shit.

I called your office. The lady
didn't know what I was talking about.

-Really?
-I asked around.

Everybody said you use
your hog-riding investigator

to do process service.

You never had any work for me, huh?

Ah, what can I say?
Sometimes we get extra busy, huh?

Yeah, well, get busy on this. Bye.

Have a good day.

Come on, Eddie.

[car starts, revs]

[tires screech]

[kisses softly]

[sighs wearily]

[sighs]

[phone buzzes]

[quietly] Yeah, Mick.
I can't really talk at the moment.

Whatever you're doing,
I need you to drop it.

What do you need now?

I need you to dig up anything you can
on a sex worker named Trina Rafferty.

She goes by Trina Trixxx.

Who is she?

Someone who worked with Glory Days
and curiously not on the subpoena list,

which means--

-She's already cooperating.
-Exactly.

They only want to depose Kendall
to back up whatever story Trina told Jr.

I need to know what that story is.

All right, I'm on it.

All right. Why are you whispering?

[snores softly]

[quietly] Never mind. Good night.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[camera clicks]

[music fades]

The Jasmine stitch
is super hard to master,

but it's pretty and great for shawls.

You wanna use a high-quality pima yarn

and start working on
a foundation of puff stitches, like this.

Um, as you can see--

[Mickey] Got falafel.
Can't go wrong with that.

Sorry, everyone. I gotta go.
I'll be back tomorrow.

I'll go through the stitch step-by-step.

And make sure to check out my shop
for dope new styles. Peace.

-[camera clicks off]
-Uh, wait. What's going on?

Oh, uh, I have a Twitch channel.
People like to watch me work.

You knit?

Actually, I crochet.
There's a big difference.

[in Spanish] My grandmother taught me.

[in English] It clears my mind.

Okay. And people watch you do it?

[Eddie] Yeah.

I sell a lot of merch.
The ladies especially like it.

Wow. You… [chuckles]
You're full of surprises, Eddie.

[phone ringing]

Cisco, what do you got?

I found Trina.

It wasn't hard. She has a website.

She wasn't too interested in talking,

but I managed to persuade her.

Where are you now?

Her place. Downtown.

Can you get here now?

I'm on my way.

Oh, and you might wanna stop at an ATM.

Uh,

maybe a couple of ATMs.

All right. Let's go, Eddie.

[motor starts]

Mickey Haller, meet Trina Trixxx.

[door closes]

[Mickey] Hey.

I need you

to tell me everything you know

about Hector Moya and James De Marco.

Well, it's gonna cost you
a lot more than five bills.

Ah… Talk first.

I already explained all this

to that little shit in his Jordans
and his daddy's suit.

Doesn't that make this, um…
confidential or whatever?

You mean Sly Jr.?

No, you're a witness for them,
not a client.

Privilege doesn't apply.

Oh, I can subpoena you, too, if you want.

There's nothing more fun
than being dragged into court.

[sighs]

A few years ago, I got busted
by this asshole in the DEA.

De Marco?

[Trina] Yeah.

So he offered me a deal.

Feed him information about my clients
and stay out of jail.

-I'm not an idiot.
-You gave him info on Hector Moya?

Oh, fuck no. That'd be suicide.

No, I fed him bullshit from guys who brag

to… overcompensate for their shortcomings.

So why the hell
does Moya want you to testify?

Well, this guy De Marco,

he had a friend of mine in a similar bind,

although her rap sheet
was longer than mine.

She didn't have a choice.

Glory Days.

But De Marco had a hard-on for Moya.

Like, he wanted him
off the streets permanently,

and Gloria was how he did it.

Who gave you the coke?
Any idea who he was?

I had never seen him before.

He said his name was… Hector something.

Um…

Moya?

[Glory] Hector Moya?

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

What-- So you're saying De Marco
put Gloria up to ratting out Hector Moya?

[ringing stops]

Uh, more than that. He gave her a gun
to plant in Moya's room.

To make sure he'd go away for good.

[tense music playing]

[hesitates] The whole thing was a setup.
She knew exactly what was happening.

[phone ringing]

Answer it.

[Trina sighs]

Yeah. [clears throat]

About 15 minutes.

What do you think I told him?
The same thing I told you.

He says you're not my lawyer.

Is that Sly? That's Sly?
Let me talk to him.

Sly, you were supposed to
call me back, remember?

[man] I don't remember
agreeing to that. No.

Sly Sr.

How's the federal hospitality
treating you, huh?

[Sly Sr.] Well, I wouldn't recommend it.

Haven't taken a shit in five days.
Might have scurvy.

Sly, what's this about?

I don't like being dragged along
on somebody else's joyride.

[Sly Sr.] Not my problem, Haller.

-It's not my fault either.
-Excuse me?

The truth is all gonna
come out soon enough.

And it's not gonna be me or my client
that dragged you anywhere.

Sleep well, Counselor.

[Mickey] Uh, Sly? Sly!

-[line beeps]
-[sighs]

-What the fuck is their game, Trina?
-The hell should I know?

[Mickey] They're paying you
for your testimony?

-They probably set you up in this place.
-Fuck off, all right?

Get out of my apartment!

-Both of you!
-[Mickey sighs]

This is what Glory meant
when she said it would all unravel.

-How so?
-[Mickey sighs]

I thought I was being a good lawyer,

coming up with a plan
to rat out Hector Moya.

Turns out it was
De Marco's idea all along.

He put the whole thing in motion.

You think he used Glory to get to Moya?

Yeah, which means he was using me,
and I don't fucking like it.

What?

[tense music playing]

But Sly Sr. called Trina.

He asked about you
before you even got on the phone.

How did he know you were there?

I'm being followed.

That, or they put a tracker on your car.

[Mickey] Oh shit.

Let me take the car. I'll check it.
I might be being paranoid.

-I'll know in the morning.
-How am I supposed to get home?

Uber.

Why? They already know where I live.

Mr. Haller, I'm sorry.
I think Cisco's right. You need to know.

[sighs] All right, fine.

What happened to the car in the video?
Did you find it?

I think so. They filed off the VIN.

But little-known fact, they stamp
that number in a bunch of places.

It might be under the spare tire

or, in this instance,
on the back of the engine block.

I'll run it in the morning,
and we'll see what comes back.

-[phone rings]
-All right.

Hold on a second.

Hey. What's going on?

[Andrea] My plans fell through,
so I decided to take a bath instead.

[sultry music playing]

The water won't stay warm for long.

Okay.

Uh…

I… I could be there in, uh, 15 minutes.

I think you'd better make it ten.

All right.

You know, guys, you're right.
Take the car.

I'll see you both tomorrow morning.

Hopefully, we'll know something, okay?

Was that a booty call?

My lips are sealed.

[music fades]

[gasps]

[groans]

[groans]

Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[mouse clicks]

Jake Houlihan?

[keyboard clicks]

[music intensifies]

[line ringing]

You've reached Mickey Haller.
Please leave a message.

[line beeps]

Call me back right away.
You're not gonna believe this.

I know who the man in the hat is.

[music ends]

[instrumental music playing]