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A journalist was shot and killed.

The state will refile and
try these two defendants together.

My client can't get a fair
trial if were with Mr. Blum.

Well, then I suggest
you visit the court officer

so he can stamp your
"tough shit" ticket.

The two of you are joined at the hip.

♪ He finds his facts on Fox & Friends ♪

♪ He's rotten to the core ♪

♪ It's like this nightmare never ends ♪

♪ We can't take anymore... ♪

♪ Stop hurting us, you're hurting us ♪

♪ Our souls are black and blue ♪

♪ Stop hurting us, you're hurting us ♪

♪ We need to know what's true ♪

♪ We need to know what's true... ♪

♪ What's true ♪

I know. It gets me every time.

No human should starve.
No baby should suffer.

If this won't touch the heartstrings

of Trump supporters,
I don't know what will.

Let's hold off on questions. Sorry.

- Harry, yes?
- Yeah, this is such great work, Guy.

Do you think we can get
this on Chris Hayes's show?

Were posting on YouTube later today,

and our plan is to even
take an ad out on Fox.

I didn't see anything in there
about single-payer health care.

Well, we couldn't touch
on everything. If we did,

it'd be an eight-hour video.

- Do you feel...
- But single-payer isn't just another issue;

- it's "the issue".
- No, the issue is global warming.

The debate is over...

Follow me.

- What?
- Just follow me.

- Where?
- Close.

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!
Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Do you want a mission?

Do I want...?

A mission.

I don't know what that means.

You have two options.

You could go back in there and
they'll make you the co-chair

of the subcommittee on bake sales,

and every week you'll argue
over some new outrage of Trumps,

or you could do something.

I'm looking for people who are sick

of just bitching and moaning,

people who are sick of
screaming at the news.

I'm looking for people who are ready

to take the fight to Trump.

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♪ And he said to the man
running the stand ♪

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♪ "Got any grapes?" ♪

♪ The man said, "No,
we just sell lemonade ♪

♪ But it's cold and it's fresh..." ♪

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Sorry. Ten-month-old.

♪ Walked up to the lemonade stand... ♪

Sir?

Lucca, Liz is looking for you.

For me? Did we have a meeting?

- Mr. Blum? Mr. Blum? Hello?
- Yeah, what floor am I on?

23rd.

- Is this where I'm going?
- It is, yes.

The United Negro College
Fund have a bake sale?

- Excuse me?
- That painting is fucking hideous.

- So where are we doing this?
- This way.

- So, listen, Mary Elizabeth...
- Maia Rindell.

Unless this judge has a heart attack,

you and I are stuck with one another.

We're co-counsels, so don't fuck me.

Oh, God.

Why are we stopping?

Well, this is me.

Here?

Uh, yes.

And-and this chair?

Well, I mean, you get one, too.

Did I volunteer to man the phones

at a teen suicide hotline?

Where is your office?

We're pressed for space.

Oh, my fucking God.

How can anyone take you seriously?

How can you take yourself seriously?

You work out of your bedroom

next to a rotten pile of smoked salmon.

Who's that? Why does she have an office?

She's a third year, too.

Excuse me, miss?

Little Maia here can't get

- through the day without masturbating.
- Roland!

She's a little self-conscious
about doing it out here.

I was wondering, would you
be willing to trade places?

Would you shut up, please?

Just shut the fuck up.
I need you to back...

Please back off. Sit in one of my seats.

Oh, good, Lucca. Come in.

Sorry, Mrs. Reddick, I
didn't know we had a meeting.

Oh, no, we didn't, we didn't, we don't.

I just wanted to, um...
Uh, come... Have a seat.

Yeah, sure.

Can I get you anything?

- A-A bagel?
- Oh, no.

Actually, I've got some, uh... Cheerios.

So how are things in matrimonial?

Good.

Yeah, five new clients.
And thank you

for pushing me for the job.

Oh, no problem. I wanted
a familiar face in there.

You know, someone that, uh...

Uh, anyway, I have a
divorce referral for you.

Great. Who?

Me.

You?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be. It's a long time coming.

We've had our tensions and, uh,

barely even, uh...

Anyway, I don't want to bore
you, so let's just, uh...

Oh, Mrs. Reddick, I-I'm sorry.

- My diaper bag looks like my...
- Oh, yeah.

- ...work bag.
- Here.

Okay, so, um, just a
few basic questions.

Yes. I, uh, I make more than my
husband. Uh, we have a prenup.

You remember my son
Malcolm? I want sole custody,

and I expect this to be amicable.

Is that what he expects?

He...?

Is that what your husband
expects, for it to be amicable?

Oh, I don't...

I don't know. I haven't told him yet.

I think you should.

Yes.

Yeah, I should.

I will.

Great.

Ugh.

What is that stuff?

Ugh, it's poison. Try it.

Ooh, no thanks.

Who's this asshole?

State of Illinois v. Ward and Colman.

Ah, put it on the table.
Here you go, kid.

I'm Spencer Zschau,

the assistant state's attorney

now assigned to the Mundy murder.

What happened to Matan?

You mean the killer?

What are you, a comedian?

You know, I saw you in court. Uh...

"I have the killer's name
inside this envelope."

It's very impressive.

That's why I'm on this case.
You got into Matan's head.

You'll find it hard to get into mine.

Want to bet?

What's your plea offer?

Well, you should know our
clients intend to stick together.

Your client paid for Tony Mundy's murder

and yours was the triggerman,

so 25 years for yours and 20 for yours.

Get the fuck out of here!

What, you call that an offer?

I call that the best you'll get.

But no need to compel discovery.

- What the fuck?
- Oh.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Those must be takeout menus. My mistake.

I assume you'll be getting us the
real discovery by end of day?

That's definitely a good assumption.

You probably don't
recognize me, Mr. Blum.

My father was Alvin Zschau.

That supposed to mean something to me?

Federal Judge, Seventh Circuit.

You fed lies and smears to
your buddies at the press

to get him to resign.

Never heard of him.
Sounds like a made-up name.

I've waited for this moment
for a long time.

Meeting you face-to-face
in order to say,

"See you in court."

That's not good.

He's gonna keep the discovery
from us until the last minute.

Yeah, I'll call for a motion to
compel because now I'm pissed.

Little shit thinking
he can come after me?

What are you doing?

I'm taking off my pants.

Why?

Morphine suppository.

Again?

Hey.

Hey.

Are we out of vanilla yogurt?

Uh, yeah. I'll, uh, get some tomorrow.

Do you want me to make you some eggs?

No, I'm good.

Bad day at work?

No.

Ian.

I think we need to...

consider giving ourselves a break.

From?

Each other.

You mean a separation?

No.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

Ian, this isn't anybody's fault,

and-and I hope that we
can stay civil for Malcolm.

I've already talked to
my lawyer, and I told her

this does not have to get ugly.

You've talked to a lawyer?

Well, I work in an
office filled with them.

Well, then, I guess
I better get one, too.

Come on in. You're the last.

It's a temporary space.

A benefactor loaned it to us.

My name is Valerie Peyser.

I worked for five years
in the Obama White House

in oppo research.

Three weeks ago, Henry Roberts raised

$6 million in dark money

to fund an off-the-books
guerrilla oppo operation.

He asked me to run it.

I've spent the last few weeks
visiting activist meetings,

like the ones where I found you all.

They have been, to say the least,

disheartening.

Nobody seems to be willing
to do what is necessary.

And what's that?

For those of you who don't know,

this is Rachelle Max
from DLE Strategies.

Whatever it takes.

Democrats talk like Trump is the enemy,

but they don't act like it.

They act like this is the 90s,

and they're working under the old rules.

The new rules are these:

Move fast, be smart,

attack, lie,

don't get caught.

Machiavelli wrote
The Prince for the rulers.

Well, we're rewriting it for us.

When I gave you my card,

I asked you if you wanted a mission.

Well, this is it.

Trumps current approval rating.

If we want to defeat him in 2020,

it has to be this.

Nine points.

That's your mission.

How do we lose nine points?

The Trump administration

is increasing the level of cyanide

allowed in school lunches
in elementary schools.

Critics of the change say
it poisons innocent children,

but the Secretary of Education
says the increase in cyanide

will act as a deterrent...

- You all right?
- Yeah. The news.

Ugh. I know. It's a nightmare.

Are you still working with
the Democratic Committee, Liz?

Uh, no, I was too radical. Why?

I may want to call you about something.

What?

Um, let me get a little
deeper into it first,

make sure its real.

Oh, here they are.

So we're all here.
What do you need, Maia?

You told me a year ago

that if I wanted anything at
this firm, I have to ask for it.

True.

I want an office.

Actually, Maia, that's a
managing partner issue.

- Why don't we talk downstairs?
- I'd rather we talk here.

Uh, well, Maia,

the issue here is space,
and we wish we had more.

We're growing, and we hope

that all associates, even second
years, will have an office.

I'm a third year.

I try not to make a fuss,

but Jenna Diamond,
she was given an office

even though she joined the
firm six months after me.

She was working the Kaflin
case. She needed the space.

And I'm working with Roland Blum.

You are?

Yes. He's my co-counsel
on the Mundy murder.

I didn't know that.

He doesn't have a firm,

so we have to come here
to discuss strategy,

and it is embarrassing
to work at my hot desk.

Okay. Give us a few hours
to discuss this, Maia.

Thank you.

She's using Roland Blum to get an office.

She still has a point.

If we give her an office,

we'll have 20 other associates
pounding on our door.

Will you excuse me?

These are the papers from
your husband's lawyers.

Wow, that was quick.

Okay, what does he want?

To void your prenup, retain
ownership of the house,

- full custody of Malcolm.
- What? Are you kidding me?

He also wants a full accounting
of Reddick/Boseman's books,

claiming you hid money.

Oh, he's going to war.
He-He's overreaching.

No judge is ever going to agree to this.

Well, there's an exception in the prenup

in the case of adultery.

He's charging me with adultery?

Yes.

With who?

Diane?

No.

Oh, God.

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Congratulations. Look at you.

Captain Kirk.

Thank you. I plan to
rule with a velvet glove.

Uh, interesting design choice.

Yeah, somebody left
it here as a greeting.

Well, I don't think I'd...

What?

Yeah, uh, okay, I'd take that down.

Congratulations.

Mr. Cain?

I'm a little busy. What do you need?

You're running for a federal judgeship.

Excuse me?

That was Kevin Jordan from CPS Systems.

I know him from my dad's campaign
against one of his Republican judges.

It was just a friendly meeting.

Then I wouldn't have those
three résumés there,

because the partners
could get the wrong idea.

Look, uh... here's the thing.

I-I haven't told the partners yet,

because my sponsor said I need

to vet a consultant first.

Don't worry about me. I don't care.

By the way, don't hire Lanny.

He hasn't won a campaign
since his divorce.

And Topher drinks.

He thinks everything can
be solved with an op-ed.

Ask him how many other
clients he's representing.

This is bullshit!

There was no adultery?

- No, not at all.
- Good.

So, I'm wondering if maybe you
should hire another lawyer.

N-No. Why?

Well, because this will
get very personal very fast.

We didn't sleep with each other.
This will not get personal.

Well, uh, did you ever have sexual
relations after your marriage?

- No.
- N...

What?

The...

Um...

What?

What? No, no, no.
That wasn't, that wasn't sex.

That would depend
on how you define "sex," Liz.

Wait, wait, wait, what-what
are you talking about here?

Wait, that thing? No. No.

No, the other one.

The bathroom.

Oh.

- Oh.
- Yeah, but we weren't,

- we weren't divorced yet, so...
- Anyway,

that's why I think you
should get another lawyer.

No. No, I feel better
about keeping this in-house.

Okay.

I don't want to put either
of you on the stand,

so I just need you to
both sign affidavits.

Your Honor, thank you
for hearing our motion.

We bring it with utmost reluctance.

Facing, as we are,

a blatant Brady violation
on the part of Mr...

- Schezwan.
- Mr. Zschau.

If I may, a violation
made more egregious

by the fact were only
six days from trial.

We're in full compliance

with the rules of discovery, Your Honor.

I brought the discovery over myself.

Oh, he did, Your Honor.

And let me show you what he brought.

A Luger.

A Mauser.

Your Honor, excuse me...

The sidearms of the
Wehrmacht, Your Honor,

along with a note,

which reads: "To the kike...

and the dyke.

More Zyklon B, please.

Send in the Kleins."

This is your attempt
at humor, Mr. Zschau?

This isn't my attempt
at anything, Your Honor.

This is a total fabrication by Mr. Blum.

Oh, isn't that what we always
hear from Holocaust deniers?

I'm not a Holocaust denier.

You know, it's hard to
be a Jew, Your Honor.

So many times I've asked myself:

Why do they hate us?

Good job.

Yeah. So where we going with this?

Your fucking hot desk?

Oh, no. No, winners, they work in here.

Mr. Boseman and Ms. Reddick both swear

that there were no sexual
relations after their divorce,

so I believe this court can easily
decide in favor of the respondent.

Unfortunately, for Ms. Quinn,

my client would like to call a witness.

Your Honor, Mr. Payton was
interviewed for a job

by our firm and we rejected him,

so he has a chip on his
shoulder about our firm.

My guess is that's why the
petitioner hired this lawyer.

He had an added incentive?

- Is that right?
- It is.

Okay, do you have a witness

who can refute these
affidavits, Counselor?

- We do, Your Honor.
- Then let's go.

I'm all ears.

You are going to make a
great federal judge, Julius,

in my opinion.

And the best way to campaign: op-eds.

All we need is the right topic.

Hot, but not too hot.

Got it. Um...

By the way,

how many other clients
are you representing?

You need op-ed ideas?

How many clients should he have?

Five, maybe less. How many does he have?

Thirteen.

Do me a favor, meet with the next one.

I-I don't know what to ask.

You want me to consult?

No, I, uh...

Yes.

Okay.

Detective Hedren, you were
assigned to a protective detail

for Adrian Boseman on the
night of May 16, were you not?

I was. Nine days earlier,

he was shot during the
commission of a hate crime.

We were being cautious.

Could you take us through
the events of that night?

I saw..

Mr. Boseman and Mrs. Lawrence
pull out of the parking garage

of their office building at 8:45 p.m.

They drove to Mr.
Boseman's apartment building

on Lake Shore Drive

at approximately 9:10.

And approximately what
time did they leave?

They didn't.

Mrs. Lawrence alone left at 12:20.

That would place them together

at Adrian Boseman's
apartment for three hours?

I'm just curious, who was with
the child during all this time?

My son was with my husband.

The current one.

Correct.

Ms. Quinn, anything from you?

Yes.

Um, Detective, I assume it was

your C.O., Commander Lawrence,

who gave you the assignment
to spy on his wife?

- Objection as to "spy," Your Honor.
- Sustained.

Doesn't it strike you as odd
that your protective detail

was assigned the day after

Mr. Boseman's assailant was arrested?

I'm gonna interrupt you right there.

I understand what you're
trying to do, Counselor.

But the reasons for Captain
Lawrence's surveillance

has no bearing on whether what
was discovered was true or not.

What was the reason for the
three hours in the apartment?

I'd like to hear from
both on that question.

So, unfortunately, now
you two have to testify.

It was caretaking, you guys, not sex.

For three hours?

I'd just been released from the hospital.

I needed help at home.

What help? What did Liz do?

Laundry.

Well, how many loads?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Okay, okay. Jay will look into this.

My guess is Geoffrey
will try to dig up

inconsistencies in your stories,

so I'm afraid I'll have to
witness prep you, both.

Tomorrow.

Our clients did it.

Did you have any doubts?

Yeah, I guess I did.

Clients always do it.

The only difference is
some are easier to get off.

Well, I didn't expect your client to open

a Cayman account for my client

and pay him 50,000 for the murder.

That's not what that evidence says.

Roland, it's just the two of us.

It is what it says. They have us.

No, that is a, um...

Yes, it is a record
for a Cayman account.

To my client, for $50,000.

Yes, but it's not for a murder.

To pay for an escort in the Caymans

when my client planned to go there.

That's why it was so
secretive. It was about sex.

Not about murder.

Ugh, you make my brain hurt.

You tell a competing story.
You make the climax bigger.

When they talk about
a payoff for murder,

you talk about a payoff
for three-way sex!

'Cause that's what it's about: sex.

Unprotected anal intercourse
with underage Cambodians.

Two sad, stunted men, both
abused when they were children

play out twisted fantasies of
defiling childlike innocence

just as they themselves
were once defiled.

This is not gonna work.

Don't tell me what's gonna work, princess.

We tell the story,
uh, they buy the story.

Okay.

Okay, tomorrow in court.

Tomorrow.

Look, look. The problem is
Trump's base. It's solid.

- You'll never get it below 38%.
- Because of the religious right.

And the Mid-western support.

Even the midterms didn't undercut

- the electoral college superiority.
- So, what do we do?

You need to hit his
online infrastructure.

What do you mean?

He has troll farms in several cities.

Every time there's the
slightest drop in Trump's polls,

the farms pump up the fake news.

She's right. Almost
every bit of the fake news

shaping the opinions of the religious
right comes out of these farms.

And what are these again?

♪ In a city with a name I
don't know how to pronounce ♪

♪ With a lot of fake Facebook
and Twitter accounts ♪

♪ In a windowless room lit
by the glow of the screen ♪

♪ There's a weaponized
information garbage machine ♪

♪ Making up stories
that'll look like news ♪

♪ About abortion and guns
and immigration and Jews ♪

♪ Pleasantly delighted
were so easily divided ♪

♪ Working for a Russian troll farm ♪

♪ It's a full-time job
keeping up with the feed ♪

♪ You refresh and you read,
you refresh and you read ♪

♪ There's a post from a friend,
you let down your guard ♪

♪ But it's just bait on a
hook and you bite down hard ♪

♪ You like it so you like it
and your friends like you ♪

♪ And now everyone likes
it so it must be true ♪

♪ You move on undaunted ♪

♪ But you did just what they wanted ♪

♪ You're working for
a Russian troll farm ♪

♪ We won't ever beat 'em till
we learn how not to feed 'em ♪

♪ Working for a Russian troll farm. ♪

So is there any way to undercut them?

I don't know,

but there's one about three
blocks away, on Randolph.

What? Where?

At Bauer

It disguises itself as
a day trading boiler room.

Oh, my God, I know that place.

How do you even know this?

4chan.

Gamergate guys think I'm a
guy, too. It makes it easier

to find out what's going on.

Look, the problem isn't
finding out who does it.

It's getting them to stop.

Okay, so we've refined our mission.

Stop the troll farm on Randolph.

Hello?

Sorry. One minute.

This is my office.

Yeah, I like it. Lots of room.

This is good. What is it?

Mine.

Oh, I'm sorry, you-you
want me out of here?

Actually, I do, Mr. Blum.

Ah. You know me.

And you are the great Diane Lockhart.

I need my desk.

You know, Jonas Stern
was a good friend of mine.

That makes sense.

Oh, he loved talking about you.

About being your mentor.

And by "mentor," I mean fuck buddy.

It's always good to talk to a dinosaur.

Reminds me how much things have changed.

Oh, yes, yes, #MeToo.

Changed everything, didn't it?

I mean, you saved the world

from having to watch Weinstein shower.

What, no comeback?

I'm sorry, are you still here?

That's right. Liberals live
and die by the zeitgeist.

#MeToo, the midterms... civil rights.

You think the arc of
history tends toward justice.

Was that lightning or
a psychotic reaction?

I don't see lightning.

So... not to blow your mind,

but where does Mr. Trump fit
in on that arc of history?

Or is he tending toward justice?

Oh, that's right.

He's a-a temporary speed bump.

When he's gone, we'll
just keep speeding on

to that Susan Sarandon nirvana.

But I know Trump.

Yeah, we were the three
amigos: Cohn, Trump and me.

He's not going anywhere.

He likes his job.

He wants a third term.

That will never happen.

Oh-oh, because there'll be holy
hell to pay from Lindsey Graham?

People will rise up.

Of course they will.

'Cause that's what people do
when the jobless rate is at 3.7.

They get angry and
start breaking things.

"We want fewer jobs."

Want to give me a blow job?

Hello. It's Diane Lockhart.

I found a strange man in my
office rooting through my desk.

I think he's homeless.

That'd be great. Thank you.

Ah.

You know, here's the thing, Diane.

Trump wins

because he sees life as
a battle, not a cause.

He uses your strength against you.

Liberals never get that.

Valerie. It's, uh, Diane.

I had a thought about how
to attack the troll farms.

The resistance needs to use
their technique against them.

It's like Pizzagate.
Trump lives by fake news.

He dies by fake news.

Let's help them die.

Hey.

She just used five target
words in one sentence.

What?

Diane. She used five target
words in one sentence.

- What color target?
- Red. All red.

"Trump,"

"die," "fake news,"

"resistance," "Pizzagate."

Wow. That is like
domestic terrorism bingo.

You sure it was Diane and
not someone calling her?

Diane Lockhart.

Who was she on with? Liz Reddick?

Uh, I don't know.

Someone new. I didn't get it.

Go check on your end.

Valerie Peyser? Who's that?

I don't know. Never heard of her.

I'm sending it upstairs.
They love conspiracies.

There she goes.

Good luck, Valerie Peyser.

You just earned yourself
a three-hop warrant.

No, wait, wait, wait. Try this.

It's not really a day trader on Randolph.

They're hiding illegal aliens there

until they can send
them to Southern states.

No. To MS-13.

- Oh!
- So they can kill women.

Wait, wait, it's too silly.

We want people to believe
this, to take this seriously.

It's not about being taken seriously.

It's about saying it with conviction,

wording it like a news story.

Put it in the mouth of P-Anon.

Fuck, yeah, you're right.

Who's P-Anon?

Our version of QAnon.

We'll make him a senior official
in the Trump administration

who has access to confidential documents

and wants to share it on 4chan.

Hey! We got to get P-Anon T-shirts.

Okay. It's in four waves.

First, a fake news story on a raid

on the day trader on Randolph.

- The results of the raid were kept secret.
- Yes.

Good.

And a Facebook account
of a mother who can't find

her ten-year-old and thinks
she's in that building.

Oh!

I got to tell you, this
is really satisfying.

We need beers.

Well, this is all
very impressive, Lanny.

Thank you, Julius.

I think you'd make a great judge,

so I can't wait to get started.

Just a few questions.

You have the Judge Richmond
campaign listed on your resume?

Uh, I do. Yes.

Nice guy.

But I thought Gene
Kloves ran that campaign.

Well, that leaves just one.

Melissa Long.

She's probably the best, honestly.

I'd go with her.

Uh, Marissa.

Thanks.

Oh, no problem. It's just what I do.

On the night in question,
Ms. Reddick took you home?

Yes. She was helping me as
a friend and a colleague.

I couldn't have gotten
through it without her.

Does any of that "helping" involve

having her in your bedroom?

Not in the way that you mean.

Tell me what way I mean.

So you're the tough questioner?

Tell me what I mean.

You're implying there
was some sexual contact.

But there wasn't?

I helped him place pillows
and put things within reach.

What things?

Uh, small things, like
his cell phone, water,

pain pills.

And how long did that take?

Ten minutes.

You were in the bathroom
for only ten minutes?

- No.
- Then how long?

I-I don't know. Uh, he was exhausted,

so probably most of the time.

You talked about work for
two hours and 50 minutes?

And our marriage. And
why it didn't work out.

And why didn't it?

Listen, I don't think they're
gonna ask me that, so we can...

If it makes you
uncomfortable, they will.

We were trying to remember the last time

that we were in a hospital together.

Um, and it was in the
last year of our marriage.

I had ruptured my appendix,

and Adrian was in the hospital with me.

He stayed with me night and day.

He's very good

in emergency situations.

So, this was your chance
to return the favor?

Yes.

And what did
"returning the favor" entail?

What did Liz say?

Well, we'd rather get your memory.

The painkillers hadn't kicked in yet,

so Liz started humming a song
to me that I had hummed to her.

What song was that?

♪ One bright morning,
when my life is over ♪

♪ I'll fly away ♪

♪ I'll fly away ♪

♪ Oh, glory ♪

♪ I'll fly away ♪

♪ When I die ♪

♪ Hallelujah, by and by ♪

♪ I'll fly away. ♪

"I'll Fly Away."

Good.

I think you're both ready.

We can't wait anymore.

Yes, I know, Your Honor. I
think Mr. Blum might have had

a dental appointment that went too long.

Well, get him in here. Get
him in here this afternoon!

Mr. Blum, where are
you?! You missed court!

Mr...

Where's Mr. Blum?

Did you bring granola?

What? No.

Roland?

Roland.

Roland, wake up.

Wake... I got us a delay
until this afternoon,

but I need you to wake up,
okay? You got to get dressed.

Rol...

Roland, wake up.

Hi. Uh, this is Roland
Blum's assistant... Bambi.

Uh, I believe we missed your call.

Will he know what this is regarding?

What this is regarding is a plea deal

I was making with Roland Blum.

I couldn't get ahold of Blum.

So here I am.

What's the offer?

The same I offered Blum.

You get your client to
testify against Avery Ward,

we'll give him 18 months.

No.

You want to go back to court?

I wouldn't mind that.

What's that about?

Honesty.

Make it six months, and
I'll take it to my client.

Six months for murder?

Six months, and you get a conviction

of the real person responsible.

Face it, you want one big conviction,

not two small ones.

Done.

I hope you've got a gun.

Why?

You just screwed over Roland Blum.

I had a ruptured appendix
when we were married,

and Adrian stayed
with me in the hospital

and sang "I'll Fly Away" to me.

I was returning the favor.

For three hours?

I wanted to wait till he was asleep.

Makes sense to me.
Anything else, Counselor?

One more thing, Your Honor.

I have an affidavit
from Detective Hedren.

When you left Mr. Boseman's
residence that night,

he followed you to a Rite Aid.

Uh, objection, Your Honor.
This is crazy.

He followed her?

Why was he following her when he
was there to protect Mr. Boseman?

Because he was actually
there to spy, obviously.

But...

what did he find?

He saw you purchasing in that
Rite Aid a nonprescription

morning-after pill.

Did he have that correct, Ms. Reddick?

Your Honor, I'd like a recess
to review this affidavit.

Do we have an answer for this?

You're not gonna like it.

As if his plate wasn't full enough,

presidential son-in-law and
senior advisor Jared Kushner

has been tasked with overhauling

the nation's circus entertainment.

Kushner promises to repeal regulations

preventing the mistreatment of elephants

and on the number of clowns
permissible in a single vehicle.

12 were arrested and
five others were injured

when a riot broke out at a Chicago
day trading firm on Randolph.

A window was broken and
employees were scattered

after an internet rumor started up

that the business was actually
an elaborate pedophile ring.

Whoa. Whoa.

- They don't want us to know the truth!
- Yes!

There are people in there
killing and raping babies!

No word on how the rumor started,

but most point to a
high-ranking Trump official.

P-Anon forever!

Yes!

Valerie.

We're sorry. You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

What?

Valerie?

We're sorry. You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

We're sorry. You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

Well, that's too bad for Diane.

You think it's upstairs?

I don't know. It's weird.

We send that Valerie name up there,

and then the next day she's gone.

Maybe she's just on vacation.

What? Why do you care?

I don't know.

I don't want Diane to end
up at some black site.

No, they don't do black sites anymore.

They do, um, sweet little

bed-and-breakfasts in
Costa Rica, or something.

Hey, um, I sent you something.

It's not another clown video, is it?

Why would I send you
another clown video?

I'm glad I passed the test.

We need more black
conservatives in power.

So I'll send over contracts.

Good. You were my first choice.

And I only will charge
you half on this first hour.

Good. Wait. What do you mean?

I won't charge you for the full hour.

For this interview?

Yes.

But isn't it an interview?

Yes.

W-Wait, I'm sorry.

I don't understand why
I'm being charged at all.

Look, we can probably
work out an accommodation.

Uh, how much is an hour? Just curious.

750.

But again,

we'll find a way to
discount this first hour.

I want you to do it.

What?

Run my judicial campaign.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

I've gotten better advice
from you these last few days

than a long line of these idiots.

Okay.

Okay.

So you did purchase
a morning-after pill?

- Yes.
- And you understand

how suspicious that might appear?

- The timing?
- Yes.

Then why did you buy it?

My husband had wanted
us to have another child

in order to save our marriage,
and we had been trying.

And I-I...

I was talking to Mr. Boseman that night

about our marriage
and why it had failed.

And I realized that I did not want

to bring up another child with Ian.

- Horseshit.
- Captain.

No. Your attorney can put
you on the stand if he wants.

So this has nothing to do

- with sleeping with Mr. Boseman?
- No.

Not at all.

Okay. Any questions, Counselor?

No.

But I do for Mr. Boseman.

You've been quite

the subject of interest in here, sir.

That's my understanding.

I'm ready to answer any question.

Well, I'm sure I have
a dozen, but let's let

Mr. Payton start.

Hi.

Hi.

Have you...

found a job yet, sir?

Not yet.

But thank you for your concern.

Let's see.

What have I given you, Mr. Boseman?

Well...

I'm not sure how you acquired these, sir,

but they look to be
statements of accounts

for our firm, Reddick/Boseman.

Do you see the highlighted
payments made in March of this year?

I do.

Could you read their
description aloud, please?

Each one says, "Reddick, payment."

Other than your ex-wife,

was there anyone else
working at your law firm

in March of this year
with the last name Reddick?

No.

Your Honor, I'd like to submit
these statements into evidence.

They show payments of over $400,000

to Liz Reddick that she has
not disclosed to her husband.

Would you care to explain
these payments, Mr. Boseman?

My guess is you'd like
to take a recess, Ms. Quinn?

I know I'm not a partner,
so I'm not privy to the firm's finances,

but I cannot be your attorney
if you keep me in the dark.

You have to tell me everything.

So what are those Reddick payments?

You're under oath; it's gonna come out

when you go back into court.

Has the firm been paying you
for some kind of tax dodge?

No, no.

- Adrian?
- No, no, no, no, no.

So what are these payments?

They're for your father?

For Carl?

But they continued after he died.

Some are just a month ago.

To pay off the women.

To keep them quiet.

There are women?

Yeah, we have NDAs with four.

Oh, my God.

What a nightmare.

I came to this firm because of him.

Because of his reputation.

Which we would like to preserve.

What do you want to do?

Liz?

- Give him what he wants, Liz. Liz.
- Oh, no...

Liz, give him what he wants.

He doesn't want full custody.

Okay? He's just using
that to get back at me.

No. I get full custody.

We'll just void the prenup.

I hate that he wins 'cause of this.

So do I.

Let's talk. She's ready to make a deal.

Hold the elevator.

Oh. Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I thought you judges
had your own elevator.

Nope, we ride with the unwashed.

Mm. Good thing I wash.

Good thing you do.

So you're settling, right?

The case?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why?

I don't date witnesses in my court.

Yeah.

Irresistible.

The troll farm is gone.

May be temporary, but it's great news.

So where's Valerie?

I don't know.

I tried calling her. Her
phone is disconnected.

And I texted.

We should watch the phones
and texts to each other.

On 4chan, they talk
about Trump using the NSA

to go after his enemies.

Are we really at that point?

Arresting political enemies?

No, but Nixon had his enemies lists.

Do we think Trump doesn't?

So what are you saying?

That there are black
sites and kidnappings?

I don't know what we're talking about.

We have a private
investigator at my firm.

I'll ask him to look into what happened.

But let's not let
paranoia eat away at us.

We're not in a banana republic here.

It's me.

She's writing a text.

What does it say?

"Need you to find the
whereabouts of Valerie Peyser.

No more texts. Just talk in person."

Ah, Diane is onto us.

Who is the text to?

No idea. Someone else at the firm.

"Jay Dipersia."

There we go, that's a new name.

Well, don't add him in.

What do you mean? Why
not? It sounds foreign.

I don't know.

Makes me feel like we're the bad guys.

We're not the bad guys.
We're just doing our job.

We're just... observers.

I don't think we are.

Oh, God.

You've gotten philosophical.

Don't fall in love, okay?

I'm sending him upstairs.

Good luck, Jay Dipersia.

Maia Rindell!

Where are you?

You mousy little viper.

All right, sir, I'm gonna need you to...

Ah, you got an office!

You fucking backstabbing bitch!

You fucked over my client
and you violated my trust.

Have you no decency?!

Are you serious?

You do this after
the love I showed you?!

See, is that supposed to scare me?

Am I supposed to beg your forgiveness?

No, I beat you at your own game,

and it wasn't difficult because

you were stoned and sloppy
and you left me an opening.

I don't need the "love" of
a, of a sick, washed-up fuck

who's pretending that he can
cut it when he fucking can't!

Now get the fuck out of here.

The fuck are you looking at?

I have news on Valerie Peyser.

That was fast.

Where did you find her?

- In New York.
- Good.

She said she was going there
to confer with Obama's people.

When will she be back?

Not for a while.

But she's alive?

Yes.

Do you, uh, have her contact info?

I do.

Did you pay her any money?

Did I... Why?

Valerie Peyser is a made-up name.

Valerie Underhill
is from Elk Creek, Wisconsin.

She's currently serving
eight months in Rikers

for bilking three SoHo hotels.

In 2014, she was
arrested for check-kiting.

In 2016, for identity theft.

She befriends wealthy women,
gains their confidence,

acquires their credit card numbers,

and uses their identity
to con the next person.

Been doing this for the last
decade, in L.A., Chicago,

Miami and New York.

Oh, my God.

But there was never any money involved.

My guess is she would've
asked for the contributions

at the next meeting until
the PAC money arrived.

Luckily for you, she returned
to New York to gather her things

from the W Hotel and was arrested.

Oh, my God.

Here's her arrest record

and my interview with
the New York detective.

Do you want me to go
with you to brief them?

Them?

Your group.

Oh.

No, um, I will.

I'm sorry.

♪ You and I must make a pact ♪

♪ We must bring salvation back ♪

♪ Just call my name ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll reach out my hand to you ♪

♪ I'll have faith in all you do ♪

♪ Just call my name ♪

♪ And I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there to comfort you ♪

♪ Build my world of dreams around you ♪

♪ I'm so glad that I found you ♪

♪ I'll be there with
a love that's strong ♪

♪ I'll be your strength ♪

♪ I'll keep holding on... ♪

"Diane, I am so sorry to
have been incommunicado

these last few days.

Fear not, I'm fine.

I was called into service by
Obama's team on the West Coast.

I will contact you again when I am able.

In the meantime, tell
the group great job.

Choose a new temporary
leader until I return.

I would recommend Rachelle.

So, anyway,

get to work on the next act.

Keep up the good fight. Valerie."

So, what's our next act?

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there to comfort you ♪

♪ Build my world of dreams
around you, oh, I'm so glad... ♪

Maia Rindell?

Yes?

Is this your vehicle?

Why? Has it been broken into?

No. We got a tip on
some stolen narcotics

from a local hospice facility.

- Oh, my God.
- And upon visual inspection of your vehicle,

there appear to be some
controlled substances

in a box in the backseat.

Do you have a prescription
for these substances?

- Ugh. Damn it.
- ♪ Just look over your shoulder, honey ♪

♪ Ooh, I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ Just call my name ♪

- ♪ I'll be there ♪
- ♪ And I'll be there. ♪

♪ In a city with a name I
don't know how to pronounce ♪

♪ With a lot of fake Facebook
and Twitter accounts ♪

♪ In a windowless room lit
by the glow of the screen ♪

♪ There's a weaponized
information garbage machine ♪

♪ Making up stories
that'll look like news ♪

♪ About abortion and guns
and immigration and Jews ♪

♪ Pleasantly delighted
we're so easily divided ♪

♪ Working for a Russian troll farm. ♪

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