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Previously on In Contempt. There's obviously unfinished business between

the two of you. I want you to finish it.

I'm giving you 30 days.

Pack a bag. That 30 days, it starts right now.

I wanted you to hear it from me first. I'm promoting Charlie to supervisor.

Seriously? No voting?

No, I'm gonna go home. This is later.

No need to discuss discourse dialogue.

Are you off your meds?

This must be your fiancé, Allison.

So you think you can just end this?

Sugar. I just did. Now we're getting somewhere.

So which is it?

Your place or mine?

Well,

hello, spa queen.

You all cleansed and karma balanced?

Nope, but I made you this.

It's a dream catcher. Honey, that looks more like a dream killer.

And please tell me there was more to your romantic getaway than arts and

crafts. It was great. Had its ups and downs, but... Bennett and I might be

moving in together.

My, my.

Three days of Gwen and Allison eats a TKO.

Okay, not so fast. Bennett got us an apartment together. More like co

-relocating. In 27 days, we'll either be together or the lease will be up. Either

way, I will not leave you high and dry. I'm not worried about that.

One weekend away together and suddenly you're shacking up?

Girlfriend, that's not healthy. There's nothing else to do. We just got to play

house and hope it works. Thanks.

Don't you have a murder trial starting?

Yeah. Have you told him about trial, Gwen? No. Because trial, Gwen, is a

challenge.

Well, well.

When the cat's away, somebody gets laid. Derek, Gwen, Gwen, Derek. Hi, Derek.

Good morning.

Derek has to go.

Thank you.

Do you want to get some dinner tonight? Not really.

I'll call you.

Okay. Okay.

It was very nice to meet you. Yeah.

So what does Dodson think about Mr. Howdy? Did you do there? I gave Dodson

the old Alabama slammer. Okay, I need you to look that up in the Urban

Dictionary and never say that again. I mean, we're done. For good.

Couldn't handle the commitment, huh?

Okay, look, so let's just agree that in the future, you'll stay away from men of

the Mary persuasion. Says the woman moving in with someone's fiancé.

Okay, that is totally different. So you can come back and get this mic you just

tried to drop.

She should be here any minute.

It's a death card.

I'm sorry, what?

My tag.

I saw you wondering.

Sorry I'm late. Did Vanessa catch you up?

Yeah, we were just getting appointed.

Okay, well here's the deal. 20 years is as low as the DA's office will go. What

happened with the motions?

Denied. The prosecution can bring in all your prior domestic violence. That is

why the offer is 20. You better get me something better. I'm not going to be

able to do that, Justin. They have no motive to offer you anything less.

You're sitting here on bail you can't make and... Your girlfriend was burned

alive.

Plus, there's your sheet.

The two drug sales, the robbery, and your own parole.

Did you say you think I did it?

No, I... Yo, you ever even do a murder case?

How old is she? Old enough to be your lawyer, and I'm old enough to tell you

to shut the hell up. Clear?

Well, look at you.

20 years, flat, out and about 17. Do you want it or not?

20's not an offer.

Just roll the dice.

You can breathe now.

Why doesn't he just take the plea? He's not wrong. They don't have much of a

case. Would you take 20 years based on the evidence you've seen so far? What if

I didn't? Yeah, but you're a responsible person and responsible people don't like

people on fire. So you think he didn't too? Maybe, probably.

It doesn't matter. If our guy wants a trial and his decision is rational, then

we fight like hell for him at trial.

He wanted more serious cases, here's more serious cases. He gives me the

creeps. Well, if it isn't Uncle Ruckus himself.

Thanks for stalling on the discovery, EJ. Was that your junior varsity way of

trying to irritate us? Believe it or not, Sullivan, the world doesn't revolve

around you.

Oh, wait. Are you sure? I have bigger fish to fry at the moment.

So, did your client tell you all about how he set his girlfriend on fire? In

gory detail, right after we donned our Satan's capes and sacrificed small

children, do you have the discovery?

What about the photos?

You sure you want to see these?

Oh, no, it might be too much to bear. Give me that.

Enjoy.

All right, I need three full sets of these, all collated. Okay. And don't

forget to use yellow tabs every time you see the complainant, green for the

arresting officer, and purple for any inconsistent statement. Right, you said

it. Just make sure you get it right. I need something when I'm crossing the

witness. I got it, really.

They're not pretty, that's for sure.

Damn, number 13 is super nasty.

Oh my God, I'm sorry, it's just... No, they're horrible.

And that's covered by co-counsel Prebus.

Thank you. Okay.

So now, when you make copies of the photos, make sure they're collated by

exhibit number.

You coming?

Make sure they're collated by exhibit number.

Your diet's finally getting to you, that, or you're finally sticking with

Vanessa? Vanessa's great. Lay off her. Sugar, I don't... to pretend to like

people i don't like okay that's not mean that's honest she's trying no she's

snotty she's weak and she's pretentious and you should have never taken her on a

homicide cut her some slack she'll do fine tracy knows i'm just saying tracy

knows it must be nice to be so wise sergeant jacob lockman

a 14-year veteran with the new york police department was killed during a

chance encounter With a teenage skateboarder... Please, God, not a black

man. ...in custody, but no additional information is being released.

Tracy, I have to go prep, and Franklin's here.

I'll take care of you.

Thank you.

Gwen's on trial, Franklin. She can't talk to you right now. But I need to

confer with counsel. Have you been protesting in the library again? Gwen

already told you their late fee policy is not a form of discrimination.

Are you working for the men or are you working for the people?

Men's always making up rules so you can't even talk your mind.

Are you going to be silenced by the men? Honey, there's not a man alive who can

silence me.

You know what I think?

I think you're a legal saboteur. I'm not a saboteur, Franklin.

I'm Gwen's office mate.

Honey, are you off your meds again?

Those pills have a radio transmitter in them. Okay, you know what? Why don't we

take a trip downstairs to social services?

This whole building is bugged.

Tell Gwen I need to see her.

Okay, sure thing.

Nut job.

Can I help you?

Nope, I'm done.

Doing what?

As your new supervisor, it's my duty to prepare your performance review.

Oh, please, no. Tom usually just lets me write it and then he signs.

Well... New sheriff in town.

Oh, you really need to work on your client sensitivity.

Wow,

Bennett, this is great.

What do you have here?

Some clothes, work, and the two essential food groups.

Flame bolts and barbecue chips.

Well, you said to bring my stuff at home, and I'm on trial. And I meant it.

You know I really love that you're here, right?

Everything okay?

Everything's fine. It's just... I'm sorry. It's my case. It's a homicide.

Don't say no more.

So what do you want for dinner?

Oh, I'm good.

You know, I was thinking, how about we order something great, you know, to

inaugurate the place?

I'm not really hungry, but... You know you shouldn't be drinking too much of

this stuff.

I know, and I will quit right after my trial.

Promise? Yes, I promise.

How about we agree to take 90 minutes tomorrow night for a romantic,

just us in our cool place dinner? That sounds great, but right now, I've got a

horrible case, an inexperienced co-counsel, and crime scene photos that

will literally make you barf. Did I mention that my client left his

girlfriend on fire?

Shit. Yeah.

The more awful a case sounds, the harder I have to work.

You get that, right?

Love and clear.

Just promise me that you'll get some rest.

I promise.

Vanessa, it's me again. It's 4.15.

You really need that research.

Can you call me as soon as you can?

You do know most people actually sleep, right?

I've heard talk.

Can't you just come to bed for a few hours? Why don't you just let me work so

I can spare my client life in prison? Is it possible that your client might do

better with a well-regulated lawyer?

Remember the part about the more awful the case, the harder we fight?

What is she? I gotta figure out a way to keep these horrible photos out of

evidence.

Can I help?

Yeah, you can go back to bed and let me think.

I'll be there when you wake up, okay?

Oh, my God, I am so

sorry. I...

I didn't even get your messages till this morning. It's okay, but I really

need you to be more responsive.

You got my paperwork?

We just have some photos. No discovery yet, but we'll get it soon.

All right!

I understand the defense has a motion.

We do. We move to preclude all the crime scene photos.

That's ridiculous.

The photos are evidence.

Prejudicial evidence. They show exactly what the defendant did to his

girlfriend. Judge, this is a textbook example of how evidence is more

prejudicial than probative.

They'll literally make the jury sick. Oh, come on. How bad can they be?

Okay.

They're nauseating.

But so was the crime counselor. I'm not going to exclude them. Then we ask that

you limit the scope to three to four photos. Anything more than that is

overkill. That's a reasonable proposal, Mr. Deshaies. Three photos should do it.

And I'll ask that photos 10, 13, and 15 be excluded. As much as Ms. Sullivan

would like to make our decision for us, that's not how it works.

Photos 10, 13, and 15 are the very three we intend to use.

I'll let the people choose their evidence, Ms. Sullivan.

10, 13, and 15 are in. The rest are out.

Why are you smiling?

She's got plate.

No.

Photographs 10, 13, and 15 were close-ups of the body. They don't show

the front door.

So what's wrong with the front door?

It's what's not wrong with it. The lock on the doorknob is in the locked

position. So there was no forced entry.

Which means the killer had a key or the victim let him in. Which means she knew

the killer.

If Deshae knew you wanted those photos out... He would fight to keep them in.

Sweet.

We need to clean you up.

Oh,

don't let me interrupt.

No,

I'm good, honey. Thanks. I'll catch the next one.

Let me see this.

Performance review?

In a way.

It's Natalie from the Piaf Farm upstairs.

Little lunchtime lovin'. Her performance?

Stellar. If you know what I mean.

I keep thinking about how without the photos, the jury will never know the

door was locked.

Yeah, good for us. I know. It just seems dishonest.

Not dishonest. Tactical.

Believe me, Deshae would have done the same thing. But do you really need to go

the extra mile for a case like this?

Yes, we do.

Always. How come you lied to Justin about not having the discovery?

They have a witness.

A bodega owner who says he sold Justin lighter fluid the day before the murder.

Do we know who it is?

They redacted the name and address.

Wouldn't Justin still know who it is?

Yeah. You think if he knows who the witness is, he might do something? We

don't have a choice.

We have to give that to him. Wait, you can't turn it over if he might

intimidate the witness.

If Deshae was worried, he could have asked the judge for a protective order,

and then we wouldn't even be able to show this to Justin. Then tell Deshae.

Maybe he just messed up. We can't throw our client under the bus.

We can't broadcast to the prosecution that they made a mistake and make the

case harder for our client.

Besides, maybe the witness is wrong or biased or maybe he made the whole thing

up. Maybe Justin could actually give us good information that we don't know

about. Okay, there's got to be another way. This guy burned his girlfriend

alive and then watched her die.

Allegedly. Gwen, we know he did it. How?

How do we know exactly?

This is what you signed up for.

So now are you going to be able to do the cross of the officer?

Because this is a murder trial.

Yes.

Looks different. I think great is the word you're looking for.

We need women jurors.

So you got my paperwork?

What we got is a problem.

Lighter fluid.

What? Do you know this guy? Does he have anything against you?

I don't know him. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

John, she never believes me. Can you think of any reason why he would say

this?

Justin, I don't need to tell you that your calls are recorded.

Your mail is read.

So no calls to your boys, no kites, no nothing. Got it? I hear you, yeah.

I mean it.

Just let me do my job.

We arrived on the scene right after the fire department.

The victim, Cecilia Duncan, was already dead.

Her body was badly charred. Most of the flesh from her skull was burned off.

The apartment smelled strongly of lighter fluid.

Officer, did you have any previous contact with Cecilia Duncan before you

found her dead body? Yes, I previously responded to a domestic violence call at

the same address.

And what happened on that occasion?

I found Cecilia with a black eye, a head wound. She said the defendant attacked

her, so I arrested Mr. Wilson. He was then convicted of assaulting her.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Officer.

When you arrested Mr.

Wilson, did you find any evidence of lighter fluid on his clothes or his

skin? No, but Mr. Wilson evaded us for the first time. Your Honor, sustained.

You know how to do this, officer.

We didn't arrest the defendant until 24 hours after the fire. He would have had

time to shower, change his clothes. Right, but I'm asking. If he changed his

clothes, we wouldn't find lighter fluid. My question was, did you? And my answer

is, maybe he showered. That or he didn't have anything to do with it.

Objection! Who's doing the questioning? Counsel wouldn't have to if the officer

would just answer the question.

Sustained. Actually, Judge, I'll take it from here.

Officer, yes or no, at the crime scene, did you find any evidence that anyone

other than Ms. Duncan had been in the apartment?

No. So the crime scene tells us only that something horrible happened, not

who did it.

That's right. No further questions.

You look a little like we're hitting a wall.

Just bounce on the ball and help me think.

Bounce.

All right, Justin's girlfriend is a crucial witness we have to undermine,

and we still don't have a solid theory about why she's lying.

Do you think about me because she's just telling the truth?

I really need you to focus.

Bounce.

It's midnight, Gwen. Can't we just continue this tomorrow?

The witness testifies tomorrow, Vanessa.

You know what? Fine. Forget it. I'll just see you tomorrow at 6 a.m.

Where were you? We had a plan.

I had to work.

I know.

But you promised me 90 minutes to be together.

Just us to forget about work. Bennett, I have a client who is facing life in

prison. I want to let his girlfriend apply.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Make me feel bad for choosing to spend time on my work.

It's just that I shouldn't have to be a felon to get a chance to spend some time

with you. Okay, you know what?

Let's just hold the feelings until my homicide trial is over.

Hey, good luck in court tomorrow.

I'm sure you do.

When

he

found out I was pregnant, Justin promised me he would break up with

Cecilia so I could move in with him, but... He never did. And did you say why

he hadn't broken up with Cecilia yet? Objection. Hearsay? Goes to show state

of mind, Your Honor.

Overruled? He said they had a business together. She said if he broke up with

her, she'd take everything.

And what kind of business?

Objection.

What's wrong?

No more questions.

Were you promised anything in exchange for your testimony here today?

I got arrested for shoplifting.

Prosecutors said if I cooperated, they'd take it into account in my case.

And if you go to jail, you lose your baby, right?

Objection. Sustained.

Ms. Melbourne, you must have been pretty angry to find out that Justin was still

with Cecilia. He wasn't with her.

Oh.

Shameless hoe trying to hold on to a man who doesn't love you. Isn't that a text

that you sent to her? Yeah, but that's because... I'm gonna F you up if you

don't get the hell out of Justin's house.

Wait, I didn't kill her.

She was a drug dealer. She probably got high and set herself on fire.

Objection, Your Honor. Sustained.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will please disregard the witness's last

statement.

No more questions.

Then court is now in recess.

Pass me the victim's rap sheet. I want to see which officer arrested her for

the drug sales. I don't see why that's... I asked you to yellow flag any

mention of her. Do you have it?

Yes, but... Then hand it over.

I understand tactics, but are you really going to go after the victim? If that's

what we have to do.

I'm sorry, but I am not comfortable with this. We have a client to defend.

And honestly, Vanessa, I'm more concerned about winning this case than I

am about your comfort.

What is going on with you? You won your last case. You made supervisor. Why are

you doing this? What are you talking about?

I don't know. Ms. Campbell displays at best a perfunctory amount of civility

toward her clients with a distinct dose of disdain toward the more recalcitrant

individuals. What? What? You trying to stuff this with SAT words?

Try again, sugar.

Insubordination. Also a problem area for you.

And you lay for court.

I'll have to add that to your e-mail. Charlie, I am not doing this right now.

Use your inside voice. Charlie!

According to sources, the shooter's name is Jackson Whitmore.

Sources say that he and the officer struggled and that the officer was shot

with his own gun.

Witnesses, however, contend that the officer was choking the young man.

This could get really ugly.

Yeah, it sure could.

Officer Fisher, isn't it true that in 2012 you had occasion to arrest the

victim for selling crack cocaine?

I don't remember.

Perhaps this arrest report will refresh your recollection.

I guess it did.

And did that arrest result in a conviction?

Objection. Your Honor, may we approach?

We have information that Cecilia Duncan took the rap for the defendant in this

case. The drugs were really his.

That's a nice theory, Judge, but this is issue preclusion. There's a certificate

of conviction.

We're not going to relitigate the issue of who won the drugs in that case, Mr.

Deshaies. You may proceed, Ms. Sullivan.

Ms. Duncan was convicted of drug sales and served two years, correct?

Yes. You also arrested her for assault, didn't you? Ms. Duncan beat up a woman

to collect on a drug debt.

Allegedly. Well, you arrested her for it. Yes. Pretty typical behavior for a

drug dealer in that neighborhood, right?

Objection. Sustained.

Fair to say that drug dealers can have a lot of enemies?

Yes. So Ms. Duncan's death could be a result of her drug dealing business,

right? Objection. What's wrong?

No further questions.

This is going to feel good.

I can't take this.

You need to take me off this trial.

Rookie say what?

I'm not ready.

I thought I was, but... Okay, well, easy now.

You're the one who wanted more serious cases. I know, I know, but Gwen calls me

like five times a night, and she might actually be the undead because I swear

she never sleeps. And she acts like everything is World War III, and she

does horrible things, and that guy burned up his girlfriend.

And I know I'm not supposed to care, but I can't stop thinking about it, and I'm

freaking out.

Freaking out is what trial is. I can't do this.

Please, I'm asking you as my supervisor.

Okay.

Okay. Let me talk to Gwen.

But for now, you stay on.

Understood?

So... So... What?

I'm on trial in case you didn't notice. I can see that. We need to talk.

Don't try on your little supervisor suit with me.

Looks sorry. You know what makes a good supervisor is being empathetic enough to

know when not to talk. You're burning out the rookie. No, she's burnt out. The

rookie's fine.

The rookie is not fine. The rookie is distressed because you're sucking her

into your orbit of crazy.

You know I'm working on a really hard homicide, Charlie.

There's a reason we start them off with misdemeanors. They're not supposed to

just jump into murders, especially not disgusting ones like this.

She complain?

Of course not.

But I can see it. Bullshit, Charlie. You haven't been able to see past your own

reflection since you were six.

Aside from the fact that you just insulted your superior, as your

supervisor, I'm telling you, burning out the rookie is bad for us. We need warm

bodies around here, especially warm Caldwell fellow bodies. So don't burn

out the rookie.

We cool?

You sound like Tom.

That's my job.

Oh, wait.

Have you heard this song?

You might be a supervisor, but you are still a dick.

Yeah, plug the second page for me.

Oh, God, you again. I was hoping you're like an hallucination that I only saw in

the courtroom. And I was hoping that you found love and moved far, far away. What

do you want, EJ?

New offer. I'll give you guys 14 years right now.

Or we can start this film.

You're dropping this offer in the middle of a trial? My assessment of the case

has shifted.

My 98% chance of winning has dropped to 94.

That's funny. Sounds to me like you're finally realizing I've got your scrawny

ass on the ropes.

Tell you what, why don't you just call your next witness?

Don't you want to run it by your client?

My client will believe me when I tell him that you're bluffing. Then I'll send

you some tissue when he gets live.

Are the people prepared to proceed?

Your Honor, I've been informed this morning that our key witness, Mr. Khan,

the bodega owner who sold the lighter fluid to the defendant... Yes,

Counselor, what is it?

He's been murdered, Your Honor.

She just tried to sell me a plea. Your scumbag client had a witness murder. Oh,

please. If you had proof of that, you'd be arresting him right now. Did you give

him the discovery? Of course I did. He's my client.

How could you be so reckless?

This is on you. Don't you dare pin this on me. If you had concerns about your

witness's safety, you could have asked for a protective order. You didn't,

which is your bad.

Counselor, did you have any specific reason to be worried about the safety of

the witness? Of course not.

Your Honor, we must... to dismiss this case for lack of evidence.

That's some cold-ass shit, Sullivan. Without the witness, there is no

evidence connecting my client to the crime.

The motion's denied, Counselor.

Mr. Deshaies, do you have anything else?

No, Your Honor. Ms. Sullivan, are you presenting a defense?

Not anymore.

Okay, then.

Summation's after lunch.

That man's blood is on your hands. Tell yourself that all you want to, EJ, but

in the dark of night, you know this was your screw-up.

you have a problem?

No. You sure?

Because I'm pretty sure you asked Charlie to take you off my case.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I chose you.

I took you under my wing and I chose you for a murder case.

I know.

And I'm grateful. I really am.

But he is awful. We fight for everyone, Vanessa.

Everyone. You always say that.

But this psycho client kills someone and he might go free and he's guilty. What

do you want to do exactly?

You want to hold your own little mini trial before you decide who it is you're

going to represent?

You're supposed to be fighting for justice.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The canons of ethics demand that prosecutors pursue justice, but our job

is to fight like hell for every single client because it's not a fair fight.

It's just you and me against them and their cops and their labs and their

corrupt ass judges.

We're fighting for the underdog.

And you're damn right, we fight to the death for every single one of them.

Because if we can't win when our clients are guilty, but the case against them is

shitty, then we can't win when they're innocent.

And if you don't like it, it is high time you take your bushy ass back to

Caldwell.

Now get out.

I have a summation to finish.

Have you turned in my review yet?

Good.

I evaluated myself.

Honestly.

I'm going

to stick with what I wrote.

Wow. Is this a bribe?

Actually, it doesn't matter.

So we'll go with my vow, then.

We'll go with mine.

This is better than what I wrote for myself.

Thank you, sugar.

Why the change?

Something Gwen said about being empathetic.

And I realized I might have been acting like an asshole, so... Is there

anything else you want to talk about?

Like what? She won't know unless you tell her, honey.

Natalie? She's just a girl from upstairs.

I need to go file this one.

Judge,

I'm sorry. I don't know where she is.

Well, then, unless she was going to deliver the closing statement.

No, that'll be me.

Let's get to it. You can fill her in afterwards.

Let's be clear about the one thing that matters in this case.

There is no evidence that actually links Mr. Wilson to the death of Ms. Duncan.

None.

Mr. Deshaies will tell you all about their history of domestic violence, but

while that makes Mr.

Wilson unlikable, it does not make him a murderer.

Mr. Deshaies will also tell you about Linda Malvin, his ex-girlfriend, who

supposedly provided a motive.

Except there are plenty of other reasons why Ms. Duncan might have ended up dead.

She was a crack dealer who lived a life of crime and violence.

Who knows who she might have crossed? Who knows who she might have shorted?

Any number of people might have had beef with her, including Linda Malvin

herself.

The sad truth is this.

When you live by drug violence, you often die by drug violence.

All the prosecution has in this case are theories and conjecture.

They certainly didn't bring you any witnesses who provided any evidence

directly connecting Mr. Wilson to the crime.

You swore an oath to do a job to follow that singular rule of holding the

prosecution to their burden of proof.

They must prove Mr. Wilson guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.

Ladies and gentlemen, you don't have to like Mr. Wilson.

But you must find him not guilty.

Ms. Sullivan says there's no evidence in this case.

Well, you heard the evidence.

You heard it from his current girlfriend, the mother of his child.

Tell you about his motive to kill Cecilia Duncan.

How she threatened to take everything if they broke up.

You also heard that he was violent with the victim.

He had an ongoing history of beating her up.

Now, Ms. Sullivan would have you believe that it is a long road from assault to

murder. It's not. And everyone sitting in here knows it.

With domestic violence, women all too often end up dead at the hand of their

abuser.

This man had motive.

He had opportunity.

And that is enough.

To make him a murderer.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I understand you have a verdict.

We do, Your Honor.

How do you find?

On the charge of murder in the second degree, we find the defendant, Justin

Wilson. Not guilty.

Nice job.

All

I've

been able to think about is whether or not I did the right thing.

She told me we had an ethical duty not to say anything.

But I should have said something.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I mean, I messed up.

I should have asked for a protective order and I didn't.

But Gwen shouldn't have given the report to him.

I mean, she just wants to win.

She doesn't care about the greater good.

I used to think that I could do this job.

But now... Now you're starting to see the truth.

That there's no difference between the criminals and the ones who defend them.

And where does that leave me?

I don't know.

I guess you'll have to decide.

the strength to meet my life's demands.

Help me to break the bonds that hold me down to things of a lesser cost.

Help me to climb to greater heights because my soul demands that

I must wait for it.

I heard you won your case.

Yeah.

I also heard about the witness, and I, um... I'm sorry.

I am, too.

You know you didn't do anything wrong, right?

I know, but...

Someone's

dead.

Look, I know me being on trial is really hard to deal with.

You being on trial is not the hard part.

It's who you become when you're on trial.

And I know you're under a lot of pressure and you have people's lives in

your hands. It's not an excuse to shut you out.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

I bought us a cake.

A cake?

I don't cook and a whole meal would have gotten cold, so I ordered us a cake.

It says home sweet home.

I'm in love with the worst potential wife ever.

Is that so bad?

It's just going to take a little getting used to this.

Does that mean you want some cake?

I want some cake.

It's good. It's chocolate.

Oh, I got you these.

I was going to give them to you during our celebration dinner.

A private tour of the National Museum of African American History?

Haven't you been already?

Not with you.

Oh, shit, that's the courthouse. I... Yes, sir. Okay.

Gwen Sullivan?

Yes, Your Honor. Of course, I'll be right there.

I did it.

Come in.

Thank you for coming on such short notice.

It sounded urgent.

You're aware of the cop that was killed?

Yes, it's been all over the news.

I want you to represent the defendant.

Me?

Why? A white cop killed by a young black man.

The witnesses say he shot the officer in self-defense. This case is going to be

bigger than Ferguson.

The prosecution has been building a case since the shot was fired. The black

community, no, the whole city, needs to know this kid is going to get a fair

trial. I can't think of a better attorney than you, Ms. Dalton.

I don't know what to say.

Right now, you don't have to say anything.

But there is something you can do.

What's that?

You can go home and get some sleep.

You're about to be the attorney in what could be the trial of a lifetime.