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

It's Glory Days. She's dead.

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

The People vs. Julian La Cosse.

The People must object to bail in this case.

For now, the defendant will remain in custody.

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

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

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

- What happened to Glory Days? - I dunno.

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

Moya got life in prison in Victorville.

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

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

Look at this guy.

- He's following her. - Yep.

- The question is... - Who's the guy in the hat?

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

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

♪ Se baila así ♪

♪ Se goza más ♪

Order up! Whole milk, no sugar.

You know just how I like it.

Next thing I know,

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

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

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

What are you doing tonight?

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

But I've got a reservation at Saffy's. I thought...

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

I've got drinks tonight.

Mm. Work drinks?

No.

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

- We said we were keeping this casual. - Okay.

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

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

Kick ass and take names, Andy.

Always.

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

We have attorney-driver privilege.

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

- Whatever you say, Mr. Haller.

I wish I had a friend like Ms. Freemann.

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

- Good morning. - Hey.

I'm going straight to court today.

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

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

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

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

Actually, can I ask you about something?

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

how come you're putting on witnesses now?

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

If it works, the whole case falls apart.

- We might never go to trial at all.

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

- Just... an errand I had to run.

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

David?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Izzy, from Mickey Haller's office.

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

Well... that's why I'm here, actually.

Uh, I don't understand.

I know you usually talk to Lorna.

She's out of the office today.

We both thought I should come over here to see

if you'd come to court this morning.

I, uh...

I can't do that.

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

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

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

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

He's just not thinking straight.

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

Of what he is.

Lorna and I think you need to come to court.

I miss him.

So much.

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

- It's not quite a Lincoln, but...

- Yeah.

I... I, uh, need to get changed first.

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

Yeah. Yeah.

Last day jitters. Am I right?

Last day, hardest day. Just hope I remember everything.

I saw you doing those deep meditation breaths.

My yogi says it's all about staying calm.

Okay.

You wanna grab a drink when this is all over?

I'm flattered, but I'm married.

- Lucky guy. - Hmm.

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

You got a hot sister?

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

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

Me too. Have you taken it before?

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

I shouldn't have done an online law school.

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

rigorous.

Hey, where'd you go to law school?

Harvard.

Man, I talk to you more than I talk to my mama.

I wanted to check if--

Yeah, I got one. Green Civic.

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

- What? When? - Came in last Friday.

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

Yeah, tell me about it.

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

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

Where did this one come from?

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

Can you read out the VIN?

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

Completely stripped.

And they filed the VIN off.

Are there any other identifying markers?

The hell I know! You wanna look?

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

Son of a bitch.

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

Julian.

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

No contact.

- Come on. - It's okay.

It's okay.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Oh, Lorna wanted me to remind you.

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

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

How so?

A motion to suppress is a long shot.

Most judges let cops slide on their bullshit.

Hopefully, this one still roots for the underdog.

All rise.

Thank you.

Please be seated.

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

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

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

- Morning, Detective. - Counselor.

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

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

He wasn't a suspect at that time.

- No? - No.

In fact, he came in voluntarily.

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

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

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

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

Okay, but what led you to believe

that Mr. La Cosse had relevant information to provide?

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

We checked the security footage from the lobby

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

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

when you interrogated him.

Objection. Asked and answered.

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

Overruled, Mr. Forsythe.

The witness may answer.

Again, it was not an interrogation.

Mr. La Cosse was a person of interest.

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

He came in for a... conversation.

A conversation.

Hmm.

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

Your Honor. Argumentative.

Withdrawn. Now, Detective,

I have a few questions about this conversation.

Let's watch it together, shall we?

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

Good morning to you too, Adam.

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

Is she okay?

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

Former senator murdered by the aide he was sleeping with.

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

No, I gained a new one.

The defense has the best PR team on this.

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

We're not postponing anything.

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

Consider it done.

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

Just in here, Mr. La Cosse.

Here. Uh, make yourself comfortable.

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

I was just directing him to a seat.

And is there a reason you chose that particular seat?

Not really.

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

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

Uh, no.

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

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

a camera you knew was in that room?

I was simply following department policy.

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

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

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

Objection. Once again, asked and answered.

Once again, overruled. The witness may answer.

No.

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

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

which means there was no constitutional requirement

to read him his rights.

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

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

Uh, water would be great.

Sounds good.

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

The interview room, yes.

Let me ask you, Detective, what would have happened

if he decided he needed to use the restroom?

He never asked to use the restroom.

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

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

It's department policy to secure the interview room

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

So that's a yes.

Yes, the door was locked.

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

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

- Objection! Badgering! - Overruled.

It's not surveillance.

It's just standard department--

Policy.

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

- Let's move on.

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

- That's all. - Yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

I've never heard that term before.

Seriously?

Watch yourself, Detective.

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

or you haven't been paying attention.

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

Of course, Your Honor.

Continue, Mr. Haller.

Thank you, Your Honor.

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

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

Was this because you were trying to intimidate him?

No. It was because I felt like standing.

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

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

How'd you come to know her?

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

- No. - Your weapon in his face.

Your handcuffs in full view.

None of that an attempt to intimidate my client?

Think very carefully, Mr. Forsythe.

Detective?

No.

It was not an attempt to intimidate your client.

I have nothing further, Your Honor.

No questions, Your Honor.

Very well. The witness may step down.

So what do you think?

I think we have a chance.

My guess is she'll take it under advisement

and issue a decision tomorrow.

- Okay. - I'm ready to rule.

Mr. Haller made some very strong points.

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

That said, I am not persuaded

that the interview with the defendant

rose to the level of custodial interrogation.

Therefore, the motion is denied.

I'm sorry, Julian. We still have trial.

Hey, man.

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

Ah, not my day, I guess.

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

I've been authorized to make you an offer.

Voluntary manslaughter, high term, plus some arson charges.

That's eleven plus, say, five.

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

I don't think so.

I understand. That's how you feel now.

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

I don't think you do understand.

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, Haller!

Hey, Val.

- Long time. - Yeah.

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

What is this?

- You've been served, Mick.

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

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

Bail bonds ain't cutting it.

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

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

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

- Sly Funaro? - Mm-hmm.

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

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

Sly Jr. is a lawyer?

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

- Sorry about this. Catch you later.

Hey, hey, Val. Hold on a second.

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

I can always use a little help in that department.

Especially from someone I trust.

Seriously?

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

Yeah, yeah, absolutely.

You know, it would help to know

who else you're serving today for little Sly.

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

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

Oh, okay.

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

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

I need some directions? Okay?

I gotta see a DEA agent named James De Marco.

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

You know where I should go for that?

Hmm. Special task force could be housed anywhere.

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

Thanks. That's kind of you.

Oh, I also... Also gotta see a woman.

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

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

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

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

You do that.

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

What can I say? Trouble seems to follow me.

You're a mess, you know that?

Maybe I'm just trying to keep you guessing.

I was about to call you.

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

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

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

But I have this domestic violence case,

and our judge was called away on a family emergency.

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

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

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

I will take any advantage I can get.

I'll even return the favor.

Marion Fisher.

- You said domestic violence, right? - Yes.

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

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

She has a thing for handsome guys.

She's been known to wonder

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

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

Not what I was hoping to hear.

- Is there a deal you can make? - Hmm.

Well, it's up to you,

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

All right, thank you.

- I owe you one. - No.

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

I will check the MICHELIN Guide.

Looking pretty smooth, Mr. Haller.

When I wanna be.

Where to next?

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

- Ugh. What? - Lorna.

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

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

No, not Sr. Sly Funaro Jr.

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

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

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

Right after I finish taking the fucking bar exam,

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

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

Definitely failing.

Like, contingent remainders, subject-matter jurisdiction.

What the hell is the Erie Doctrine?

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

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

Trust me.

It comes up on the bar exam,

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

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

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

- The motion to suppress was denied. - Duh.

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

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

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

A prosecutor announced he's running against Judge Turner.

Endorsed by the police union.

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

What? Now you tell me?

Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mick.

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

It's not like it's important.

I'm going back in. Wish me luck.

- Good lu--

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Yeah, Mick?

Cisco, what are you doing now?

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

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

to follow Glory Days.

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

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

Hector Moya?

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

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

There are two other people on the subpoena list.

A woman named Kendall Roberts who lives on Fulton,

and a DEA agent named James De Marco.

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

I'm on my way to the Valley,

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

Thanks, Cisco.

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

Damn it. I'm out.

Sylvester Funaro Jr.

Sly Jr.? This is Mickey Haller.

Mr. Haller.

What can I do for you?

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

You could have shown me the professional courtesy

of calling my office and asking me to testify

rather than serving me on the steps of the courthouse.

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

But, uh, I am representing Mr. Hector Moya

in a habeas motion to vacate his conviction.

"Your testimony is necessary

to help prove the gross misconduct of the bureaucracy involved,

beginning with the officer who arrested my client."

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

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

Okay? I used to know your dad,

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

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

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

Okay? This has nothing to do with me.

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

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

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

Just the opposite.

We both know your client traded information

in exchange for her freedom,

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

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

Where are you getting that information?

I'm afraid that information is also confidential.

It's protected by attorney-client privilege.

Not good enough.

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

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

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

Sly Jr. knows.

Who's Sly Jr.?

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

They know for sure that Glory ratted him out.

That's what you kinda figured, right?

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

What kind of a list would include

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

I'm still working on that.

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

Hold on.

Get this.

Whoever Kendall is,

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

She and Glory Days were roommates.

It all comes back to Glory Days.

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

Val said he was on some task force.

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

Call me when you've got something.

Yeah.

Hi. Can I help you?

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

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

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

Yes! I knew it was you.

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

Oh, no, sorry. Um, over there.

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

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

What is this about?

Gloria Dayton.

Glory Days?

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

I'm actually late for my shift, so I...

Gloria was murdered, Kendall.

I need your help to find out what happened.

Did something happen in Hawaii?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please.

I was another person then. You understand?

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

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

So, please...

Ms. Roberts, you need to talk to us.

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

- Take a deep breath.

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

And I stand by that promise.

He will be punished.

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

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

where he belongs.

Otherwise, if we chance it at trial,

it could go either way.

Now, with your support,

I would like to go to the defense attorney

and propose a year incarceration,

then another year of probation with mandatory anger management classes.

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

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

And I will do everything in my power to win

if that's what you prefer.

But under the circumstances...

I think this is the right move.

Okay.

I trust you.

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

Um...

Gloria, uh, me, and Trina Rafferty.

She goes, uh, by Trina Trixxx.

We would cover for each other,

but they always handled the more dangerous clients.

Like Hector Moya?

Yeah.

Uh, Gloria was like a big sister to me.

She told me to stay away from him.

He would always give the girls coke,

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

and that, um,

I just really wanted to get out.

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

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

I don't want that either, Kendall.

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

Okay.

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

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

No, never. I never even got arrested.

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

Hello? Anybody home?

It's him.

- There's something I need you to know.

I got your name when I was served a subpoena

in a lawsuit filed by Hector Moya.

The guy who served me is here to serve you.

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

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

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

I can make all this go away.

- Yes, please do that.

All right.

- He's gone.

It's okay.

Hello?

Wait, what?

They say why?

Yeah, okay. Thanks for letting me know.

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

Everything okay?

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

Why?

Another class down the street.

But my landlord owns the whole block.

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

So how can they be offering dance classes?

Promissory estoppel.

I'm still in bar exam mode.

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

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

Look, tomorrow, just bring in your lease.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, well, I now represent Ms. Roberts.

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

Okay.

Smile.

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

I ain't telling you shit.

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

- Really? - I asked around.

Everybody said you use your hog-riding investigator

to do process service.

You never had any work for me, huh?

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

Yeah, well, get busy on this. Bye.

Have a good day.

Come on, Eddie.

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

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

What do you need now?

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

She goes by Trina Trixxx.

Who is she?

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

which means--

- She's already cooperating. - Exactly.

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

I need to know what that story is.

All right, I'm on it.

All right. Why are you whispering?

Never mind. Good night.

The Jasmine stitch is super hard to master,

but it's pretty and great for shawls.

You wanna use a high-quality pima yarn

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

Um, as you can see--

Got falafel. Can't go wrong with that.

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

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

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

- Uh, wait. What's going on?

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

You knit?

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

My grandmother taught me.

It clears my mind.

Okay. And people watch you do it?

Yeah.

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

Wow. You... You're full of surprises, Eddie.

Cisco, what do you got?

I found Trina.

It wasn't hard. She has a website.

She wasn't too interested in talking,

but I managed to persuade her.

Where are you now?

Her place. Downtown.

Can you get here now?

I'm on my way.

Oh, and you might wanna stop at an ATM.

Uh,

maybe a couple of ATMs.

All right. Let's go, Eddie.

Mickey Haller, meet Trina Trixxx.

Hey.

I need you

to tell me everything you know

about Hector Moya and James De Marco.

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

Ah... Talk first.

I already explained all this

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

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

You mean Sly Jr.?

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

Privilege doesn't apply.

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

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

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

De Marco?

Yeah.

So he offered me a deal.

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

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

Oh, fuck no. That'd be suicide.

No, I fed him bullshit from guys who brag

to... overcompensate for their shortcomings.

So why the hell does Moya want you to testify?

Well, this guy De Marco,

he had a friend of mine in a similar bind,

although her rap sheet was longer than mine.

She didn't have a choice.

Glory Days.

But De Marco had a hard-on for Moya.

Like, he wanted him off the streets permanently,

and Gloria was how he did it.

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

I had never seen him before.

He said his name was... Hector something.

Um...

Moya?

Hector Moya?

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

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

To make sure he'd go away for good.

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

Answer it.

Yeah.

About 15 minutes.

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

He says you're not my lawyer.

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

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

I don't remember agreeing to that. No.

Sly Sr.

How's the federal hospitality treating you, huh?

Well, I wouldn't recommend it.

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

Sly, what's this about?

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

Not my problem, Haller.

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

The truth is all gonna come out soon enough.

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

Sleep well, Counselor.

Uh, Sly? Sly!

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

They're paying you for your testimony?

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

Get out of my apartment!

- Both of you!

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

- How so?

I thought I was being a good lawyer,

coming up with a plan to rat out Hector Moya.

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

He put the whole thing in motion.

You think he used Glory to get to Moya?

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

What?

But Sly Sr. called Trina.

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

How did he know you were there?

I'm being followed.

That, or they put a tracker on your car.

Oh shit.

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

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

Uber.

Why? They already know where I live.

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

All right, fine.

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

I think so. They filed off the VIN.

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

It might be under the spare tire

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

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

- All right.

Hold on a second.

Hey. What's going on?

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

The water won't stay warm for long.

Okay.

Uh...

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

I think you'd better make it ten.

All right.

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

I'll see you both tomorrow morning.

Hopefully, we'll know something, okay?

Was that a booty call?

My lips are sealed.

Okay.

Jake Houlihan?

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

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

I know who the man in the hat is.