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Richard. Richard Briggs.

This is for Ella.

Fruit again?

You know,

those come from trees.

Trees live in dirt.

You want to give the boss food
that comes from dirt, go ahead.

But honestly, I think at this
point, the man would appreciate

coffee and a doughnut.

Not funny.

I know I would appreciate
coffee and a doughnut.

I mean, look at this stuff.

Quinoa porridge?

Look, I'm all for healthy,
but this stuff will kill you.

You got any food around here
for real people?

Top drawer on your left,
behind the paper towels.

Don't tell anyone.

Don't tell anyone what?

Hallelujah. Mmm.

Damn, I miss her.

Her mom keeps promising to come
by and pick up her things.

I'll make sure and add that to the box.

Anybody hear about that guy who
was gunned down on the sidewalk

in the middle of the day
during a beer run yesterday?

That poor woman.

That poor man.

It happened right around
the corner from where I live.

She just walked up to him,
shot him, point blank range.

Well, no. She didn't just.

The guy raped and killed her daughter.

And believe me, if something
like that ever happens

to my child, I'm gonna want
to do the exact same thing.

Well, wanting is fine.
Doing is a whole other thing.

There are laws in this country.

Yeah, well, obviously the law didn't work

for the woman who lost her daughter.

I mean, she was just doing
what the jury refused to do.

Oh, you can't blame the jury.

They were never given the
evidence they needed to convict.

How is that even possible?

I mean, they found the girl's body

in the trunk of this guy's car.

What more do you need?

Problem is, the jury
never heard any of that.

Turns out, the police had

a description of the kidnapper's car.

Now, this Richard Briggs was
driving a car that matched,

so the police pulled him over
and they searched it.

Now, if there were a body
laying in the back seat,

wouldn't have been a problem.

But it was in the trunk.

And you're not allowed to open the trunk

without probable cause.

At that point the police didn't have it.

Marissa!

You barked, sir?

How long has this piece of mail
been sitting on my desk?

Your jury summons? Since April.

Oh. Really? Six months.

That postmark in the upper
right-hand corner?

That is a dead giveaway.

Well, make a call and get me out of it.

You know I can't do that.
We've already postponed it once,

and that's all you're allowed.

When are you due to report?

Day after tomorrow.

Damn it, what a waste of time.

I spend half a day waiting
to be interviewed,

and then the attorneys
figure out who I am,

and they can't get rid of me fast enough.

It's not easy being you.

And another thing:
my phone is not working.

It hasn't rung in days.

The phones are fine. They're not
ringing because no one's calling.

What do you mean?

You haven't been here for three months.

I mean, let's be honest.

You're the reason people call.

And they called plenty
while you were away,

but after a while,
people get tired of hearing,

"He's not here and we're
not certain when he'll be back."

Hmm.

Well, I guess we need to make some noise.

Let people know we're back up to speed.

Call over to the D.A.'s office.

See if there's any juicy
pro bono opportunities

we can avail ourselves of.

Something that will get us some clicks,

some ink, some TV time.

Clicks, ink, and TV time.

I love it when your better angels make

an unscheduled cameo appearance.

You know what?

I think I might actually
have something for you.

He'd come over every Wednesday.

Always commenting on how they looked.

Their clothes, their hair, how...

how beautiful they were.

He was your daughter's piano teacher.

I always thought it was
about the 15-year-old.

When I... think about the things he did

to my little one.

To Ella.

And then, suddenly he was free.

It was like it never happened.

I'd lost my 11-year-old,

and he was driving around town
like it was a holiday.

Like he'd gotten away with murder.

Which he had.

So I went and bought a gun.

Something I thought I'd never do.

Easiest thing in the world.

And then I just waited for him.

So you shot him three times
in the chest in broad daylight

in front of a dozen witnesses.

And didn't even try to flee.

You must have known you weren't
gonna get away with it.

I didn't care.

I wasn't thinking about any of that.

I just needed to know
he was no longer among us.

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Just keep your head down and ignore them.

So what happens today?

A number of things, but first
off, there's a question of bail.

Oh, my gosh, you think they'll
actually offer me bail?

No, but we have to go through
the formality of asking.

And then the other side gets to
indulge in the sadistic pleasure

of telling the court what
a dangerous person you are.

It's just part of the fun.

Look at me, Mrs. Spiro.

We're gonna get you through this,

and then we're gonna get you out of here.

You just have to trust me.

Earth to Marissa.

Benny and I and our client
are making our way

into the courtroom.

Bull, what are you talking about?

You have jury duty this morning.

You're gonna need this.

You all right?

No, I think I may have screwed up.

I have a bit of business
I need to take care of.

Mrs. Spiro, I have to run
upstairs to another courtroom

for a couple of hours.

- A couple of hours?
- It's not a problem.

Nothing of any consequence
ever happens here before lunch,

and even if it did,

you couldn't be in better hands.

You got it.

Mrs. Spiro?

- Bull?
- How late am I?

20 minutes.

How long do you think
it'll take me to get excused?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm betting 45 minutes.

The defendant,

one Kendrick Gorman, who is accused

of practicing law

without a license.

My God, he's actually
pronouncing every comma.

That's right.

Could there possibly be
a bigger abuse of trust?

You find yourself
on the wrong side of the law.

Desperate for help.

You hire an attorney.

Only to find that he's not
really an attorney.

But an impostor.

As opposed
to an authentic idiot like you.

Dr. Jason Bull.

The Dr. Jason Bull?

Hmm. I'm afraid so.

What a pleasure to finally meet you.

And you, as well.

And now, I know you've done work
with my office,

the state attorney general's office,

and I know you're also thought to be
one of the best in your field.

So, just to be clear, you advise

people like me how to pick juries.

What to say to juries,
how to get the juries to come

to conclusions whoever hires you
needs them to come to.

Is that correct?

Well, that's not how I'd put it, but...

Your Honor, we'd like
to strike this juror for cause.

What cause?

Well, you just heard him.

He is an expert

in all matters pertaining to juries.

And that's all well and good.

But as far as I can tell,
in this particular case,

Dr. Bull will not be picking jurors.

Nor will he be advising either
side on what to say to them.

And as far as helping them
come to conclusions,

well, hopefully that's the job

of every juror during
the period of deliberations.

Ms. Dunn, would you care
to question the juror?

So you're a jury consultant?

A trial scientist, yes.

You advise lawyers
on how to try their cases.

Sometimes, yes.

So, in a sense, you practice law
without a license.

Just like my client.

No, I wouldn't exactly say that.

This juror is acceptable to the defense.

Your Honor, uh, if I may,

I would love to be seated on this jury.

Well, then, today's your lucky day.

But unfortunately, um,

I have a-a previous commitment,
a legal commitment.

A legal commitment?

Yes, indeed. Uh, I am
in the midst of starting

a murder trial downstairs,
right in this very courthouse.

And, um... uh, you may have heard of it.

The State v. Heather Spiro?

It's a very big, important case.

Yes, I have heard of it.

Well, aren't you the VIP?

However, trial scientists are not now,

nor have they ever been, essential

to the American criminal justice system.

But jurors are.

Your Honor, my client
is facing a life sentence.

She has a lawyer?

She does.

Good. Then everybody has what they need.

She has a lawyer, we have 12 jurors.

Welcome to my court, Dr. Bull.

And welcome to jury duty.

Ah. You can win $100 million verdicts

against multinational corporations,

but you can't argue
your way out of jury duty?

Trust me, I tried.

I think the judge has a crush on me.

Needless to say,

our client is not pleased.

Oh, I don't blame her.

You just missed her.

They just put her in
the prison van ten minutes ago.

Well, the good news is, I won't
be on this jury for long.

There are only three people
on the witness list.

Whole thing should be over in a day.

Now, I was thinking for tomorrow,

it makes sense to promote Chunk
to the second chair.

Someone sitting next to you
with Marissa in his ear.

I get that. So what's the strategy?

Well, I'm thinking EED defense.

EED?

Extreme emotional disturbance?

No, that's not going to work.

EED happens in the moment.

And the evidence clearly proves

that this was not a spontaneous act.

By her own admission,

she was lying in wait
for this guy for days.

I know. I just want to use it
to get our foot in the door.

Gives us an excuse
in your opening statement

to talk about the horrific details

of what happened to this woman's child,

- which otherwise...
- We're going to get caught.

And when that happens, we will apologize

and come up with a different attack.

But I'll be in the courtroom by then

and we'll figure something out.

Also, have Danny get a line
on the surviving daughter.

We need to give the jury
as many reasons as possible

to not send Heather to prison,
and what better reason

than she has a teenage
daughter who needs her

and is waiting for her to come home?

The tattoo new?

Looks new.

I did it myself.

What about the piercings?

Last weekend.

There's not a lot to do around here,

and I don't really know anybody.

I mean, I know my aunt, but...

Would you like your mom to see them?

I can take a picture for you.

No.

She's got enough going on right now.

She doesn't need to worry about me.

Well, she is... worried about you.

She wants to come home to you,

take care of you.

Mm-hmm.

Well, the reason I'm here, uh,

we'd like for you to come to the city,

be a part of the trial.

I don't think that's a very good idea.

Well, I can come here.
I can, I can pick you up.

Can sit with you in court.

The jury needs to see
that your mom still has a child,

a child who loves her, misses her,

needs her at home.

I've been to court before.

My sister's trial.

I sat there the whole time,
waiting for a chance

to tell them what I knew,
and then, when the time came,

they wouldn't let me say it.

What wouldn't they let you say?

I... heard his voice.

I knew him.

He was my piano teacher.

I spent every Wednesday with him
for three years.

But, uh, they said
hearing someone's voice

and thinking you know who
they are isn't enough proof,

so I couldn't say it on the stand.

You didn't see him?

I was sleeping.

He must've come in
through the window, but...

all I know is, he put a bag over my head

and when I woke up,

he was wrapping tape around the bag...

and over my mouth.

And he carried me to the closet
and locked me in.

And he said

if I made a sound, he
would kill my mother.

I thought he was there for her.

Maybe if I'd been awake, none
of this would have happened.

Maybe he wouldn't have gotten Ella

or my mom wouldn't have shot him.

They're new, too.

So, today is all about something
called voir dire.

It's kind of our specialty.

It's about interviewing
prospective jurors

and doing everything we can to make sure

that we pick the right ones,
the ones who are best able

to hear our argument,

- sympathize with it, yeah.
- Okay.

Even though you won't be
testifying today... no one will...

you have a very important job.

This is when the jurors get
their first look at you.

Prosecutor's gonna want
them to see a murderer,

a public menace.

I want them to see the schoolteacher,

the grieving mother,

the victim of a murderous deviant

who took advantage of a family's trust.

But there's no sign you can hold
up to show 'em all those things.

You have to do it in here.

You have to be it in here and
not just in the courtroom...

from the moment you leave
that cell in the morning

until your head hits the pillow
at night. Can you do that?

- Yeah. I can do that.
- Great.

Now, Benny and Chunk know exactly

what we're looking for juror-wise.

- Marissa back at my office...
- Wait a second.

You're not coming to court with us today?

Well, I can't. I have a...

What did I do? What did I fall for?

- I need a new lawyer. I need...
- No, you don't.

You need to lower your voice
and stop acting out in public.

Look around. There are people walking by.

You have no idea who they are.

Like I told you, your job starts

the moment you leave
prison in the morning

until you get back to your cell at night.

Now, I will do everything
in my power to get back

and be by your side as soon as I can.

But let's not blow this
thing on deportment.

Shall we?

And how many times did the defendant

hold himself out to be an attorney?

At least 16.

And what kinds of cases did he try?

All kinds.

Everything from traffic
violations to murder.

And while we already
know that he didn't have

a law degree, what kind
of education did he have?

High school. A year of community college.

High school?

A year of community college.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

You obtained a subpoena,
went into my client's office,

seized my client's records.

Did you happen to notice what he
charged for his legal services?

Objection. Relevance.

Simply because he didn't charge
a lot of money

doesn't change the fact that
he was breaking the law.

Objection sustained.

The jury will ignore the question.

When you examined my client's records,

were you able to ascertain the
sort of clients he represented?

What do you mean?

He didn't represent rich people, did he?

Objection. Relevance again.

Objection sustained. Again.

Ms. Dunn, please don't test me.

None of this is relevant to the charges.

Do you have another question?

Yes, juror number four.
What can I do for you?

Well, I just, uh...

Well, Your Honor, I've been
in some courtrooms

where the judge allows jurors
to ask questions.

Do you have a question, number four?

Thank you.

"Did the defendant ever lose
any of his cases?"

No. He didn't.

He never lost a case.

Thanks.

Our juror wants to know if any
of the defendant's clients

ever complained about his work.

Not that I know of.

Um, juror four,
why don't you just go ahead

and ask your questions out loud?

Your Honor.

Overruled.

- Sit.
- Okay.

Well, hasn't the defendant
already stipulated

that going forward,
he will no longer offer

his services as an attorney
until such time

as he completes his education
and passes the bar?

That's my understanding.

And one last question:
how did Mr. Gorman,

the defendant, get caught?

He defended a man falsely accused

of being involved
in a drug-trafficking ring.

Which I'm assuming he won.

He did.

So...

a guy with a high school education...

sorry, one year of community college...

beats a City of New York prosecutor.

You think maybe that's why
we're all sitting here?

Isn't it reasonable to assume

that if Mr. Gorman had lost
that particular case,

the prosecutor wouldn't
have investigated him

and we wouldn't be sitting here today?

Doesn't that sound
like an abuse of power?

I suppose.

Ah. I have no further questions.

And I have no further questions.

The defense rests.

Then, tomorrow morning

the jury will hear closing arguments

and commence deliberations.

Court is adjourned.

The good news is there's nothing
left but closing arguments

and deliberations.

The bad news is, at this point,

I don't think either side
is carrying the day

and I'm worried that unless
something miraculous happens,

I could be locked up in that jury room

for a couple more days deliberating.

Can we just take a moment
and talk about Heather Spiro?

I think if she doesn't

see Jason Bull sitting by
her side in court pretty soon,

she's likely to fire us.

Which would defeat the whole point

of our having gotten involved,

which was to generate some good press.

Well, I think you're both overreacting.

I disagree.

I think they're telling
it to you straight.

We actually had a really
good day at court.

I think we got a jury that
you'll be really pleased with.

The one problem is, when they
glance at the defendant,

all they see is an incredibly angry lady.

Okay. I'll walk her
into the courtroom again

tomorrow morning.

And then you'll turn around,

and Chunk and I will be stuck
with trying to convince her

that everything's going to be all right.

And it will be.

It's the best I can do.

Everyone understands.

And you still want me to go with
EED in my opening statement?

EED it is.

Danny, we have the daughter all teed up?

We need her testimony.

- I don't think you want to do that.
- Well, then you'd be wrong

'cause that's exactly what we need to do.

She's the only witness we have,

at least the only one who can
provide the jury with something

even close to a first-person
account of what happened

the night the victim
was snatched from her home.

Bull, she's 15 and she's cutting herself.

She's got a tattoo on her neck

and piercings in her face.

And who knows what she's doing

to the other parts of her
body that I can't see.

Clearly she's really fragile,

- and I'm afraid if you put her on the...
- Well, stop being afraid.

We need her testimony.

Well, there is another problem with that.

Heather Spiro won't have it.

She knows her daughter is falling apart,

and she's refusing to let her testify.

So she wants to go to prison
for the rest of her life?

She feels there's got

to be a way to present
her case without...

And neither of you could
disabuse her of that?

Nope. But I'm sure you can do it

during your 90-second walk
with her into court tomorrow.

Night, all.

I have got a trial to prepare for.

Well, I guess we're done here.

Don't speak.

Three things.

First thing, I don't give a damn
who you're pissed off at or why.

When you're sitting in that courtroom,

you better be looking like a victim

and not like the
Wicked Witch of the West,

or you're not gonna fire me, I will quit.

And if I do that, there's not
a law firm in this town

worth a damn that will touch you
with a ten-foot pole.

Second thing.
I am moving heaven and earth

to get down here and be by your side.

I have every hope that tomorrow morning

I will be there, but I can't promise.

What I can promise is that
I am totally involved

in your defense, and those
two men standing behind me

are doing everything
they are supposed to be doing.

But if you're unhappy,
or you have a better idea,

or you have some secret plan
for getting away with murder

on a New York City sidewalk
in broad daylight,

I'd love to hear it.

I didn't think so.

And third, there is one thing
I am certain of.

If we don't put your daughter
on that stand,

you are going to prison.

And the only question will be
for a quarter of a century

or the rest of your life?

She'll never do it.

And I'll never let her.

Then we are all wasting our time.

No. Not you.

Not yet.

You actually haven't given me
any of your time to waste.

You guys are right.

She's a peach.
Well, maybe you haven't heard.

I like to win.

So buckle up, put on a happy face,

and get ready to have your mind changed.

You know, if I were advising
that Gorman fella,

I'd tell him to do the, uh,
closing argument himself.

He needs to show that jury that,
even though he doesn't have

a law license, he's a great litigator.

Would you stop that, please?

We're not supposed to be doing this.

Jurors are not supposed to talk to
defendants outside the courtroom.

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

I didn't say a word.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

I intend to prove to you that this,

this was no vigilante killing.

That this was an act of
desperation committed by a woman

who fell victim to a mental
condition called EED.

Extreme emotional disturbance.

Objection.

Objection?

Y... Your Honor, I'm still
giving my opening statement.

EED, really, Your Honor?

The State would like to be heard.

Oh, well, the defense
would like to be heard, too.

As a matter of fact,
the defense would like

to finish their opening statement.

Wow. We've barely started. Okay.

Want to see you both in my chambers.

I love the law.

I know that must sound
ridiculous coming from someone

who's on trial for breaking it,
but it is the truth.

I never planned
on impersonating a-an attorney.

Five years ago, a woman friend asked me

to go with her to, um,
small claims court,

offer moral support.

Um, I was wearing a suit 'cause, um...

I was a-a mortician
and I had a funeral that day.

And anyway, uh, the judge started asking

a bunch of questions.

And my friend kind of froze.

So I started answering for her.

Next thing I know,
my friend won her case.

And as we, uh,
left the courtroom, this guy

came running up to me
to tell me how impressed he was,

and would I represent him

the following week I-in traffic court?

One case led to another.

A-And, and the amazing thing
was, I, I never lost.

I also, uh, never charged
more than $35 an hour.

I know that sounds crazy,
but like I said,

I, I love the law.

And thank God for the Internet,

'cause anything I didn't know,
I, I cou... I could look up.

But of course, I-I knew it was wrong.

Although I'm not sure it should be.

I mean, doesn't the law
belong to everyone?

Not just people with money
who can take seven years

off of their lives and go to school?

Or-or clients who, who can
bankroll a defense?

But, um, that's a conversation
for another day.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what I did,

but I-I would beg you
not to find me guilty.

Because if I'm convicted,
even when I pass the bar,

I will not ever be allowed to
practice my beloved law again.

Also, this will be
the first case I ever lose.

Benny!

Terrific.

I'm here.

Oh, it's Benny of Arc.

Don't make fun.

My back has declared war
on the rest of my body.

It's all in your head.

Nope. It's all in my back.

Why are you in such a good mood?

I have completed my service as juror.

The accused was found not guilty.

Unanimously.

- Wow.
- But the big news is,

I am back on the team.

Ready to head into court

and fight for the freedom
of our delightful client.

Now,

what's making you so anxious
that your back's gone out?

The judge threw out our EED defense.

Didn't even let me get
through my opening statement.

Now my back's starting to hurt.

What if we lose?

Remember, we don't have
to change every juror's mind.

Just one will get us a mistrial.

Three or four, and the D.A.
might even dismiss the charges.

When you were a kid, you
believed in Santa, didn't you?

Till I was about 35.

Ah.

You think what she did was wrong?

Yes.

You think punishing her for it is right?

No.

Me either.

Benny, we can win this thing.

You have a plan B?

I have a plan B-minus.

It's not great, and it still
presents the same big problem.

Okay. Lay it on me.

We go in there tomorrow and
announce a new defense theory.

It's called defense of others.

Ah.

Defense of others. I know it well.

It's kind of like self-defense,
only we argue that

Heather shot that man in order
to protect her daughter.

Which I believe with all
my heart is the truth.

Just can't figure out how to prove it.

Great. The pain is back.

Who did you say it was?

A friend of your mom's.

Hello?

Penny Spiro.

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Sorry to show up on your doorstep

so early in the morning, but I'm part

of your mom's legal team,

and I desperately need you
to do two things I've been told

you're not gonna want to do.

I won't testify.

That's only the first one.

I also need you to convince
your mom to let you do it.

It's a pretty simple system.
Uh, four cameras.

Three inside the store.

One that focuses on the cash register

and the customers as they pay.

Two that show customers walking
through the aisles of the store

from opposite sides of the store.

And a wireless camera,
mounted without permission

on the lamp post outside
the store, presumably,

to capture people coming
into and out of the store,

specifically those who haven't paid.

Shoplifters, that kind of thing.

And when you examined the DVR,
what did you discover?

I discovered that
on four consecutive days,

beginning with June 11,

the defendant planted herself
outside the store.

Twice in her car, twice on foot.

And in your professional opinion,

- what was she doing?
- Objection, Your Honor.

The assistant district attorney is asking

the witness to speculate.

She's asking a professional investigator

to give her expert opinion

based on the evidence in front of her.

Overruled.

You may answer the question.

Waiting. She's waiting.

Waiting.

Any idea for what?

Well, I think that became apparent

on the fifth day,
when she executed Mr. Briggs.

The prosecution has no
further questions for this witness.

I need to hear something positive.

Well, this jury is positively unanimous.

Defense will cross-examine this
witness after the lunch break.

Court is in recess.

Thank God.

Nice of you to join us.

Ah. I thought so, too.

Oh, my God. Penny.

Oh...

I told Dr. Bull everything.

That I'm the reason all this happened.

And I want to take the stand.

Penny...

could you please tell
the jury about the day

they found Ella and caught
the man who killed her?

Well... it was the worst day of my life.

And also,

weirdly, kind of the best.

How do you mean?

Well, uh,

it was horrible because it...

it was the moment I absolutely
knew my sister was gone.

Uh...

There was no denying it.

She was never coming back.

But later that night, um,

it finally started to sink in
that they caught him,

the guy who did it.

They had him, and he was going

to prison forever.

I remember my mother holding me

and telling me...
it was going to be okay.

That it-it may never go back
to the way it was.

But it would go back to a new normal.

I could live my life again.

I could leave my house.

I-I could go to school,
see my, see my friends.

In a couple of years, go to college.

Have a future.

We were safe.

And then?

And then they let him out of jail.

And I realized

there was never gonna be a normal.

And what did that feel like?

We were terrified.

I was terrified.

My mom had to drive me
to and from school again.

And, uh, when we got home,

we'd lock the doors
and check the windows.

And... I didn't see my friends.

I didn't play soccer.

I dropped out of chorus.

And it just

went on like this?

F-For a few months.

So I went to my mom and
I told her that if I couldn't

live a normal life,
that I was going to kill myself.

And what was her reaction to that?

We started experimenting.

I-I'd go out for, like, an hour.

Or I'd walk home from school
with a friend.

I knew those must have been
the longest hours for my mother,

but I started to feel alive again.

And...

what happened on June 10?

I was walking home from school
and I felt like a soda,

so I stopped at the bodega.

By yourself?

Uh, by myself.

And, um, I went to the refrigerator case

and I grabbed a can

and I turned around
and he was standing there.

Mr. Briggs?

Mm-hmm.

And did he say anything to you?

No. He was just staring at me.

Did he touch you?

Try to reach out to you?

No.

And what did you do?

I put the can down
and I ran out of there.

Did you go home?

No. I-I went to the coffee shop
next door and I called my mom.

And she came and picked me up.

That was on June 10,

and on June 11 your mom began

looking for Mr. Briggs at the bodega.

Objection.

That's not a question.
Counsel is testifying.

I apologize, Your Honor.

I just have one more question.

The last time

you were in court, during your
little sister's murder trial,

you were on the stand,

and there was something
that A.D.A. Wakefield

wouldn't allow you to say
that was important to you.

You want to say it now?

Your Honor.

Sit down, Ms. Wakefield.

I just wanted to tell the court

that I heard his voice.

When he broke in that night

and covered my head and put me
in the closet, he spoke to me,

and I knew instantly

who it was.

We all knew who it was.

Why did you let him out?

The defense rests, Your Honor.

I can't explain it,
but nothing is moving here.

Hey, Dr. Bull.

Hey, Cable.

Uh...

Uh, yeah, I just put
everything right over there.

Thank you.

Gabriel.

Excuse me?

My name. My name is Gabriel.

Okay.

But yours can't
seriously be Danny, right?

Danielle.

Ah, you see, well, that makes more sense.

Listen, can you tell

your-your friend's family that
I-I need to clean the place out?

It's just, the landlord wants

to put the apartment back on the market.

Yeah, I'll-I'll let 'em know.

I would like to go to the funeral.

Or the memorial, whatever
it is that they're having.

You know.

Okay.

I'll-I'll find you, I'll, um,

I'll let you know
when I-I hear something.

Thank you.

No, please.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Oh, my God. Uh, yeah.

Work, um...

A jury we've been waiting for
just came in.

Ah. Thanks again for your he.

Sorry.

Thank you.

It seems in the matter
of The State v. Heather Spiro,

our jury is hopelessly deadlocked.

I say "hopelessly" because,
according to this note,

while six of our jurors
find the defendant guilty,

six believe her to be innocent.

I see no other choice
but to declare a mistrial.

Would the prosecutor like to
schedule a date for a retrial?

I believe, in their inability
to send a unified verdict,

our jurors are sending
an important message.

Perhaps because of all
these months served behind bars,

perhaps in the loss of a child,

justice has already been served.

The State no longer believes

this woman is a threat to
society, and with that in mind,

in the interest of justice,
we move to dismiss all charges.

Can I help you? You look a little lost.

I'm sorry, uh,

my name is Ellen McCrory.

My daughter used to work here.

I'm just here to pick up
some of her things.

Boy, this is so not what I pictured.

Mrs. McCrory.

Cable's mother.

I'm so sorry.

I'm Jason Bull. Your
daughter worked for me

You're him.

Hmm.

Well, she, uh,
she talked about you a lot.

Ah. Lies. Nothing but lies.

I miss her...

Stay right here. I'll get
somebody to help you.

Okay, thank you.

Marissa, do me a favor.

Cable's mom is in the War Room,

and she's looking a little lost, so...

Exactly.

Appreciate it.

Thanks.

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