All language subtitles for l.s01e02.1080p.web.h264

- You have the balls
to come in here

and disrespect me
with this bullshit?

I think it's time for
you and your twin bozos

to get off my property.

- Frank-

- Mr. Marzili to you boy.

Let me make something
crystal clear.

My wife wouldn't sleep
with no fucking nigger.

What is that the
best you got, huh?

A grainy photo in a two
party consent state.

- Frank, you know our client
didn't rape your wife.

- Oh, I know a lot of things.

- And so do I.

- Well, we'll let the
courts decide that one.

- Be very careful, Frank.

How does it feel in the house?

- The sight of blood

and corpses makes
most of us uneasy,

if not outright stressed.

It's like growing a
vine the first year.

You need to water
it for strong roots.

- What the fuck?

- You have
to keep the weeds out.

You must manage and
regulate the environment.

- And then she, um, she slipped
and she hit her head, right?

- Otherwise you'll
have to cut the vine back

and give it more time.

If you suspect an
issue in your vineyard,

you have to address
it immediately.

- Now where do you
think you're going, huh?

Where the fuck do you
think you're going, huh?

This is all your fault.

You threw my case.

So this is just as much
on you as it is on me.

Now you get Lacey on the phone.

Who do I have to fuck
to fix this, huh?

- What?

- Call her now!

- The roots
of my vines are strong,

but even the strongest
roots need time to grow.

When they don't have that time,

well, that's when
the trouble starts.

- Come on Lacey, I thought
we said no phones tonight.

- You're right, she
finally fell asleep?

- After reading her
all them stories.

I've never seen her so excited
about her recital though.

And tomorrow at00
p.m. not a.m., Lacey.

- It's in my calendar.

- She's gonna do well.

That's our girl.

What you looking at?

- You know what I'm looking at.

- So, what you want?

- It's been a day.

I know where you're going
and I'm right there with you,

but this case against
Daniel, I don't know.

- If I didn't know better,
I'd say you were nervous.

- I mean it's the word
of my convict brother

against a billionaire
business owner.

Do you blame me?

I need more.

- So do I.

At least for the next hour.

Hour and a half if you really
want to take the edge off.

- This is
Lacey McCullough.

I'm unable to take your call.

- It's going straight
to voicemail.

- Give me the fuckin' phone.

Tahnee, fuck, she threatened

to take everything from me.

She just kept talking and she
just wouldn't fucking stop!

- Randall, listen to me.

The longer we wait to call the
police, the worse this gets.

- No, you're trying to trick me.

No, no, no, no, no,

get me Lacey fucking
McCullough right now.

Where the fuck you
think you're going?

Look at her, look at her!

Do you think this is some
kind of fucking game, hm?

Now you better get your
fucking boss down here or else.

Stop fucking crying.

- Can you at least cover her?

Randall, you have to
let me go, please.

- Why?

So you can call the police.

No, no, no, not until
Lacey gets here.

She could do things
other lawyers can't.

- I don't know what-

- Stop fucking
playing dumb Britney!

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

- I saw you by the way,

fucking Tahnee's lawyer,
yeah, in the car right after.

I take it he was in
on everything too?

Y'all just one big
fucking team, huh?

Fucking each other and
fucking all your clients.

I can get you
motherfuckers disbarred

and many more shit
like that, you hear me?

That's what Lacey needs.

She needs a little
embarrassment.

Maybe she'll pick
up the phone then

as if she had any
more sense of shame.

- I swear, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but whatever happened here,

turning yourself in
is the only move.

- You're fucking good, the
whole little innocent act.

Are you gonna sit there and
pretend to be innocent, huh?

What little innocent
Britney doesn't know

about her boss's special favors
for preferred clients, huh?

Maybe something the press
should find out about now too.

- Do you want to speak to Lacey?

Fine, I can help.

I can't if I'm
being held hostage.

You want to know the truth?

The truth is LAPD is
going to come one way

or another to your front door.

It's just the question
of how prepared are we

when they get here?

Lacey's not answering,

so I have to physically go
get her and bring her back.

You have my word.

Let me do this.

- Fuck, fuck.

Britney, if you don't fucking
come back, you hear me?

- Lacey, I need a minute.

It's urgent, it's about Randall.

- Britney, whatever
it is, figure it out.

It's what I pay you for.

- But he-

- Hi Chelsea, right?

I'm Benji, it's nice
to meet you too.

Mr. Charles asked me to give
you the lay of the land.

- Oh, no need, I was
here not long ago.

- Well good.

You should remember
Sasha, office manager

and Lacey's assistant, knows
all, sees all, hears all.

And her taste in music,
damn, she's a beast.

I'm in my second year

at the McCullough and
Associates internship program.

I mean, I was the new guy around
here until you came along.

- I don't work here,
especially not for Othello.

- Of course not.

At least you get in
good with Mr. Charles.

He's a top notch
real estate attorney,

multilingual, he's like
a legit Renaissance man.

You put him in a midnight suit,

he look like black James Bond.

You remember Nora and
Aaron Tuft, right?

Twins, they have
matching outfits,

finish each other's
sentences and whatnot

and they brilliant nonetheless,

but don't get on their bad
side, Nora's got a temper.

I guess we save the best for
last, Ms. Lacey McCullough.

She the HB...

- Your honor, I'm recommending
that Daniel McCullough

be released under my
supervision and to my custody.

- Are you kidding me?

You want the judge to allow you

to supervise your own brother.

Your brother is an ex-con,

who is certainly a flight
risk given your means.

You probably bought his
plane ticket already.

- Your honor, I'm simply saying.

- I've heard enough.

I agree with prosecution that
Mr. McCullough has access

to considerable resources,
therefore a flight risk.

Bail is set at two million.

- $2 million
dollars, oh but Lace.

- Favoritism has no
place in my courtroom.

Preliminary hearings
commence in one month's time

where if bail isn't met,
the defendant will remain

in the custody of the county
for the duration of the trial.

Court is adjourned.

- One second.

Who introduced you to Elena?

- He won't talk to you.

- I need to know, just
give me a name Daniel.

- Roland Cain.

- Do you have his number?

- Yeah, in my phone
which they took.

You gonna be able to get me
out on bail or something?

- We'll figure it out.

- Well figure that
shit out quick.

- Oh, please, have a seat.

Indulge me.

Give me a few minutes.

- Othello, it's an emergency.

- This won't take long.

- No, it can't wait!

- Britney, I said, give
me a few minutes, hm?

Are those your clothes
from yesterday?

Look, 15 and I'm all yours.

Maybe take time to
freshen up a bit.

Thank you.

- Oh, fine.

- We'd like to take you for
a test drive Ms. Gamble.

Kick in the tires you can say

and see if you're
really the bad bitch

that social media
claims you to be.

A certain client has tasked
us in keeping certain assets

and properties off of
certain people's radars.

I'd like to see how many
of them you can find.

Consider that a barometer
of this firm's abilities

to subset clients.

Oh, and you have five minutes.

- Or what?

- Nothing, but isn't that
much better than something?

- Oh daddy.

LA County Officer Perry.

- Sloan, you busy?

- Not anymore, what's up?

- What's the deal with
Daniel McCullough?

- Word is out.

- You think they're moving him?

- For raping Elena Marzili?

What do you think?

- Yes?

- I'd be lying if I said I
liked your brother's chances.

How are things on your end?

- I'm working on it,
thanks for the update.

Call Mark.

- Hey, how'd it go?

- The bail is two million.

- Shit.

- I'm withdrawing the funds
from our joint account.

The twins will take
care of the bond.

And Daniel will need somewhere

to stay during the
trial, obviously.

Hello?

- What do you want
me to say, Lace?

It seems like you got it
all figured out already.

- So I should just leave
my brother in jail?

- That's not what I'm saying.

I'm just saying you should've
talked to me or something.

Listen, I got to go.

Let's talk about it tonight.

- The final plans for the
children's center downtown.

I know we normally do
everything digitally,

but I figured you would
appreciate seeing it in print.

- Thanks.

- Is something wrong?

- No, just got to get Zoe a
gift for her recital tonight.

- You can never go
wrong with a bouquet.

- You don't think
that's too spot on?

- Trust me, little
girls love flowers.

Even when they dress as one.

By the way Mark, Zoe actually
asked me to come tonight.

- Good, I think she'd love
to see you, so would Lacey.

- Maybe next time, I just
wasn't sure if you knew.

You know what, I know a really
good florist in Korea Town.

I'll call and see
when the soonest

they can have
something ready by.

- Thanks.

- That was intentional.

- It definitely was.

Someone doesn't want our money.

- Hey.

Othello, it's me.

Like I said, I enjoy what we do,

but it'll take more than a date

and some trinkets to
win a woman like me.

I deserve more and
I'm worth more.

And if that doesn't
work for you, fine.

- Did you wash your hands?

- I think.

The folder contains 42 pages
worth of bank statements,

three of which are offshore.

The balances ranging from
$1,742,326 to $8,429,221.

We also included the home
address for four properties.

- Any social security numbers

or employee identification
numbers listed?

- Nope.

- Good, we wouldn't want to
give her an unfair advantage.

Maybe you could use that
photographic memory of yours

and find me a new girl.

- Hm?

- It's a joke Benji.

- Funny.

Hey O, do you think I can
shoot my shot with Britney?

I don't know what's so
funny, I'm dead-ass.

- Go to work Benji.

Time's up Ms. Gamble.

In all fairness, it was
an unfair assignment,

but I'm sure you did your best.

- I wouldn't say it was my best.

- Did you find anything?

- Check your email.

- I don't recall giving
you my email address.

- You didn't have to.

Doesn't say much about
the firm's ability

to service their
clients, does it?

- Okay, decent.

Put ten in!

And just like that Ms.
Gamble, you're 10k richer

and you didn't even have
to take off your clothes.

I think you're
gonna like it here.

There's a whole lot more
where that came from.

Bright and early tomorrow?

- Whatever.

- Smile.

- C-C-U-L-L-O-U-G-H, McCullough.

I'm in the lobby
now waiting for her

to come back and
do her damn job.

Well, who the hell takes lunch
at 11 in the morning, hm?

Riddle me that.

What, suspicious bail?

What the fuck's
suspicious about it?

I'm a licensed bondsman.

Please don't tell
me to calm down.

I'm very calm, I'm
extremely fucking calm.

And as a matter of
fact, I demand, hello?

Hello?

- They hung up on you?

- They hung up on me.

- Well that's just awful.

- And unacceptable.

- I don't respond
kindly to rudeness.

- Look, I'm just doing my job.

- Do it better.

- She's that good?

- Better, the best
we've come across.

- She was able to find the
subject's government name.

That's something
no one ever had.

Lace, he's not even from the US

that means Chelsea knows how
to hack foreign governments.

She found shit that we
didn't even ask for.

- What about the other
part of the test?

- Come on.

- Time's up Ms. Gamble.

I got to say, she is who she is.

- You think she's on board?

- She's playing it cool, but
curious to say the least.

If she wasn't, she
wouldn't have come.

So are we really gonna let
the fox into the henhouse?

I mean red carpet
and everything.

- How's my little
brother Daniel doing?

- Hanging on by a thread,
you know how he is.

Lockup is the last place
that he needs to be.

The twins are working
on bail right now,

so he should be out
tomorrow morning the latest.

We just need to get the
Marzili's to drop this case.

- Good luck with that.

Frank is so racist,

he just as soon would
have Daniel hanging

from the Hollywood
sign for having a piece

of what his slutty-ass
wife already gave.

- Who would've
though that the owner

of the LA Cheetah's would
be that kind of racist.

- We've got to get more than a
grainy photo of that dungeon.

- We'll keep digging,
maybe put Chelsea on it.

There has to be something.

You know what, I'm gonna
head out early today.

Zoe's got a dance recital

and I'm gonna try to
miss traffic on the 10.

- Are you're kidding
me right now?

Why didn't you tell Lacey?

- I tried, she blew me off.

- Jesus fucking Christ, Britney.

Please don't make me
man-splain this to you.

When you have a client
who kills someone,

then threatens you and the firm,

you might want to
lead with that.

Come on.

- The clerk wouldn't
accept the bail.

They're saying it's suspicious.

- Well, be sure to CC
us later on in the week.

- No Sloan, I need it today.

I'll meet you at
the clerk's office.

I'm on my way.

- There's no way this is right.

She's covering her
tracks somehow.

- These folks were at LA

to pay a bail,
Daniel McCullough.

Payment was rejected.

Anyway, I'm here to
verify the validity

of McCullough and
Associates' assets.

- I'm Lacey McCullough,
principal of the firm.

- That's fine, but
bond won't be accepted.

We'll only accept the
full payment, two million.

- Hello?

- We've
got a situation.

- Come on, come on,
come on, hand it over.

- So that bail thing
didn't work out.

Her brother's getting
out after all.

- Oh goddamn it, what happened?

- McCullough was validated.

She dropped the
full bail amount.

At least it wasn't cheap.

- I knew you should've
denied bail altogether.

- I don't tell you
how to run your team.

Don't tell me how
to run my courtroom.

- You let her beat you again.

You better pray he doesn't run.

All this because my
wife won't stop sleeping

with porch monkeys.

- You know what they say,

once you go black,
you don't go back.

- This is quite the dilemma.

Randall, Randall,

did you touch anything?

- No.

- Did you move the body?

- No.
- Are you sure?

- Of course.

Everything's the same
as when it happened.

Where the fuck is Lacey?

- Lacey's on her way, Randall.

- Fuck, this is bad,
I know how this looks,

but if anybody can fix this.

- Stop it, you didn't
call the police,

which basically means
you didn't render aid.

Now, whatever God
you pray to or don't,

you might want to
put a call in to him.

- You tricked me.

- Randall, she could've just
as easily called the police.

- It's
about fucking time.

- Randall, call the
police now before we do.

- Wait, call the police, no.

You have to defend me, I'm
your client, Lacey help.

- Randall, calm down.

- Britney, give us a minute.

Help you?

You got physical
with my colleague

and you threatened my business,

neither of which
I respond well to.

You want help?

Help yourself 'cause
we can't otherwise.

- 9-1-1
what's your emergency?

- I, um, I killed my wife.

- Did mommy call?

- No, sweetie.

- I need somebody to sign this.

I thought mommy was gonna.

- You good bunny, hm?

- Mm-hm.

- Okay.

- There's nothing worse than
when your favorite wine

isn't quite what
you thought it was,

the flavor, the freshness,

but you have a nagging
suspicion the ingredients

of this wine are not all that
they're cracked up to be.

So you check everything, the
label, the quality, the cork,

it all checks out
or so you think.

So you keep drinking
it, sip after sip,

glass after glass,
bottle after bottle.

I am so sorry.

But going forward, if
someone gets killed.

- I know.

- And I don't care what I say,
you make me listen, agreed?

- Agreed.

What other stuff was
Randall talking about?

- Our clients have influence
and we take care of them.

Either you can handle
it or you can't.

- I got it, you can trust me.

- I know.

Listen, I got to run.

You go home and get some rest.

Take the day off tomorrow.

But deep
down you already know

that every glass
you've blindly consumed

just leads you closer to an
answer you felt all along.

And by the time you learn
your lesson, it's too late.

What do you mean Daniel's dead?