All language subtitles for El Abogado Del Lincoln 3x01

♪ I've been roamin' around
Always lookin' down at all I see ♪

♪ Painted faces
Fill the places I can't reach ♪

♪ You know that I could use somebody... ♪

Haller!

- Hey, baby.
- Hey! What are you doing here?

♪...use somebody ♪

This is a nice surprise.

Yeah, I didn't have to be in until later.

- I thought I'd come see you in action.
- Aw.

I guess I'm a little late.

- How was your morning therapy?
- It was great.

Cheaper than your yoga classes.

As long as you don't end up in a hospital.

Maggie, that's never gonna happen.

I'd make a terrible nurse.

- You?
- Yeah.

No.

- Oh no!
- What?

Esperanza can't make it today.
She's got the flu.

Can you pick Hayley up from daycare?

- Today?
- Yeah.

- Oh, Maggie, today's my prelim.
- Who?

Barnett Woodsen?
Save yourself the trouble. Plead guilty.

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

I can do it. I should be done in time.

But you're buying drinks
if I get Woodsen off.

That's a bet I will take, Haller.

Oh, good news.
Eddie can babysit on Friday.

We can have date night.

That is good news.

There's a lot of restaurants
we need to try.

But Eddie's so little.
I think Hayley could take him, huh?

I should get ready.
Thanks for picking her up.

Yeah.

- I love you.
- I love you.

- Bye!
- Bye!

♪ Someone like you ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Someone like you ♪

♪ Somebody... ♪

♪ Someone like you ♪

♪ Somebody ♪

♪ Someone like you ♪

♪ Somebody ♪

You were present
for the ballistics testing, Detective.

Could you summarize the results for us?

Sure.

The striations from the test bullets
were a match

to the slugs recovered from the victims,

which confirmed for us

that the gun we found
in Mr. Woodsen's trunk

was, in fact, the murder weapon.

Thank you, Detective.

Mr. Haller?

Uh, yes, Your Honor.

Good morning, Detective Bishop.

My name is, uh, Michael Haller.
I work for the Public Defender's Office.

I know who you are.

Then you know my client may be
facing the death penalty in this case,

so I just wanna be certain
that everything was done by the book.

- Of course.
- Let me make sure I've got this straight.

So you were tipped off about Mr. Woodsen
by an unidentified witness?

That's right.

You then obtained a warrant
to search Mr. Woodsen's home

on the word of this anonymous source?

The term is "confidential informant."

It's all standard procedure.

Right. Sure.
And in the course of that search,

you discovered the gun
in the trunk of Mr. Woodsen's car?

Correct.

Just remind us, Detective,
where was the car parked?

In Mr. Woodsen's garage.

- Not in the driveway?
- There was no driveway.

- The garage opens onto the street.
- I see.

And because the car was in the garage
and not on the street,

it was included in your search warrant.

Because the warrant was only for
Mr. Woodsen's home and premises, correct?

Correct.

Can you tell us
what the weather was like that night?

- The weather?
- Yes, the weather.

Was it cloudy? Raining?

Uh, it was cloudy.
And yes, it started to rain at some point.

In fact, according to
the National Weather Service,

it began to rain around 11:00 p.m.

And according to your report,

you served the warrant on my client's home
at 10:30. Is that right?

If that's what it says, yes.

So it wasn't raining yet when you arrived?

No, it was not.

I'm sorry.
Your Honor, is there a point here?

Yeah, there is, actually.

Detective, is this the gun
you found in my client's trunk?

Yes, it is.

In his car, which, according to you,
was parked in his garage?

Uh, Your Honor,
I'd like to request a brief recess.

I don't think that's gonna help you,
Mr. Vincent.

You've testified under oath
that it didn't rain

until after you arrived
at my client's house

and that his car was parked in the garage
when you got there.

So tell us, Detective,

if the car was parked in the garage
before the rain started,

why is there rain on the bumper?

Unless, of course,
the car wasn't in the garage

and it was parked on the street,

which would put it
outside the scope of your warrant.

Anything to say, Detective?

I stand by my testimony.

Your Honor, the defense moves to dismiss.

The People's case rests
entirely upon evidence

that is a product of an illegal search,
and therefore, inadmissible.

Your Honor, if I may, I'd like till
the end of the week to respond.

You have until the end of the day,
Mr. Vincent. Not that it'll matter.

Next time,
cross your T's and dot your I's.

Proud of yourself, Counselor?

Just happy to get out of here
in time to pick up my kid. Excuse me.

Your client's a killer, and you know it.

You should have thought about that
before breaking the rules.

That's on you, Detective, not me.

And you follow the rules?

All you lawyers do
is bend 'em to get what you want.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

Now, please get the fuck out of my way.

These tricks you play, Haller,

somebody's gonna end up dead
because of you.

Maybe you should think about that.

Why didn't you tell me it was Glory Days?

- Who?
- The murder you're accused of.

Giselle Dallinger.
I knew her as Glory Days.

I-I've never heard that name before.

When we met,
she said her name was Giselle.

And when was that?

About a year ago.

Another client of mine
introduced us, Stacy.

"Client"? What do you mean "client"?

Well, I'm like a manager
for people in Giselle's line of work.

You... you're a pimp?

No, no, it's not like that.

I'm a facilitator.
My background is in coding.

I run a very secure website,
end-to-end encryption.

My clients attract customers.
I verify them before they go on the date.

Takes the danger out of it.

Does it?

It's not the most respectable way
to make a living,

but I have never
forced anybody into anything.

I only work with people
who are doing this already.

I just help them do it more safely.

At least I thought I did.

And how much do you take off the top
for this service?

20%.

A lot better than the average pimp,
I imagine.

This Stacy who introduced you
to Glory Days... I need to talk to her.

Okay. My partner, David,
can get you her information.

"Partner"?

Life, not business.

No.
David never wanted any part of it.

He... he begged me to stop.

This was supposed to be my last year,

and then I would have enough
to get out, and...

So, um, the night Glory Days died,
tell me what happened.

Okay, look. I, um...

I was at her place that night.

I don't think anybody saw me,
but I was there.

Why?

She owed me money.

Well, no, it's not what you think.
Do I look like a guy who beats up women?

Looks can be deceiving, Julian.

Well, I didn't do that, okay?
I don't do that.

Did you two argue?

Yes! I mean, Giselle was high,
which was an ongoing problem with her.

I mean, she was acting crazy.
She came at me, not the other way around.

All I did was push her away.

She was supposed to have
two dates that day

but didn't have all the money
because the second guy never showed up.

Did you believe her?

Honestly, no, but there was nothing
I could do about it, so I left.

That was maybe eleven o'clock,
and she was fine when I left. I swear.

Look, I really liked Giselle.
When she was clean, anyway.

That's why I called you.
Because she told me to.

She said you were the best.

I don't know, Julian.
This is beyond messy.

This is someone I cared about.

I'm telling you, I didn't do this.

And I hear you.

Normally, it wouldn't matter.
This time, it does.

Look, I'll get you
through the arraignment.

After that, I need time
to think about it, all right?

In the meantime,
there's also the matter of my fee?

Money's not a problem.
It'll be at your office in the morning.

I just...

I just... I cannot stay in jail.

Do you understand me? I can't.
I'm not gonna make it in here.

There's nothing I can do about that
except tell you what I tell all clients.

Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.
I'll be in touch.

My mom lives in Hawaii.

I... I'm gonna go spend some time there.
Maybe a lot of time.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Mickey Haller.

Wait. Is he okay?

Legal, you okay?

Kid, you didn't have to come
all the way here.

Of course I had to. What happened?

Oh, they didn't like the results
of some of the tests they ran.

Minor heart disorder.

Legal, there are no minor heart disorders.

At my age,
if it doesn't kill you, it's minor.

Don't just stand there.

Give me something to chew on.
Take my mind off of it.

You've got enough to deal with
without hearing about my problems.

What else am I gonna do?
Eat Jell-O? Watch Court TV?

If you got something, lay it on me.

You're unbelievable.

All right.

Remember Glory Days?

The call girl.
The one who testified for you.

Yeah. She...

she told me she was moving to Hawaii.

You know, getting out of the life.
She even sent me this.

So?

Look at the postmark.

It wasn't mailed from Hawaii.
It was mailed from Van Nuys.

She lied to me. She never left LA.

She just changed her name,
kept turning tricks.

Kid, you can't save everybody.

Well, I know, but...

No, Legal, she's dead.

Someone killed her, and

the guy they arrested for it called me
because, apparently, she told him to.

Kid, I thought I saw it all
with your old man.

So who is this guy?

Oh, some kind of manager.
He doesn't look like the type though.

The type to kill?

Trust me, they come in all sizes.

I know, but Glory fought off
Russell Lawson twice.

She could have eaten this guy for lunch.

What about Russell Lawson?

I know he's locked up,

but could he have gotten
somebody else to do it?

No, I don't think so.
Russell is a lone wolf.

He gets off doing the killing himself,
not hiring it out.

Then who else is there?

She must have met
a lot of different strange guys.

Hmm. Maybe one in particular.

To get to Russell,
remember I had to use Glory as bait?

- Remember? It was my idea.
- Well, she was locked up at the time.

Cocaine, which she got
from a cartel boss named Hector Moya.

I cut a deal for her.

She snitched on him
so I could get her out.

You didn't tell me that part.

I assumed that was anonymous.

Sure, but what if he figured it out?

Our cartel guy is the kind of person
who would want to settle that score.

Kid, you did what any good lawyer
would've done.

You got your client out.

It wasn't your fault.

Then why does it feel that way?

I don't know what to do.
Do I take this case or not?

Only you can answer that.

But either way, you gotta be careful.

The cartels play for keeps.

If this guy came after the snitch,

who's to say he's not gonna
come after her lawyer too?

I was afraid you were gonna say that.

You scared me.

Boo.

I'm no rat, Mickey, you know that.

This guy could come after me.
You said he was a dealer?

You wanna stay in jail?

THE SNAKE

Morning, Izzy. Everything okay?

Uh, I think so.

Some guy named David came in,

said he was dropping off payment
for Julian La Cosse.

Is everything there?

Well, you tell me.

What?

It's heavy.

I've been paid in jewelry before,
but a gold bar? That's a first.

Paid? You took a case
while I was on my honeymoon?

What are you two doing here?
Aren't you supposed to be in Los Cabos?

We got rained out.

We're gonna take a month in Italy,
as soon as you give us a month off,

which is never.

- Is that real?
- That's what we have to find out.

Take it to Marvin Beedleman.
He'll tell you what it's worth.

Call Marvin's office first.
You never know when it's his nap time.

- So what is this case?
- It's Glory Days.

What about her?

Well, she's, uh... She's dead.

She was murdered.

- What?
- Yeah.

The guy they arrested came to me.

Sorry about your honeymoon,
but I'm glad you're back

'cause I'm gonna need you both.

Murdered?

She was living in Hawaii.

It's a long story.

I take it's a different story
to the one the cops are telling.

Yeah. Remember the name Hector Moya?

Drug cartel guy. What? You think
he worked out that she snitched on him?

I have to consider the possibility.

Well, Maggie could tell you
where the state sent him, right?

Well, I don't think
the state sent him anywhere.

Last night, I did a little research.

I tried to look up his case
in the state database.

I hit a dead end, which makes me think
maybe the feds got involved.

Or maybe he's out because he cut a deal
to snitch on somebody else.

Remind me
to increase my insurance coverage.

Should anything happen to me,

I just wanna make sure
Winston's provided for.

Lorna, you'll be fine.

Yeah, but what about you?
Are you sure about this?

I'm not sure about anything, but I need
to get sure if I'm gonna take this case.

Are you gonna take it?

I don't know. This...
This one's personal.

'Cause that always works out well.

Well, anyway, first things first.

I need you to check out the crime scene.

Glory was killed in her apartment.

Not in her old place.
She had a new identity.

All the information's in the file.

And I need the autopsy report.

The ME said... Hold on a second.

Hayley?

Hey... Okay, just hold on. What's going on?

They arrested Eddie, that's what.

Eddie? Eddie who?

Eddie Rojas. My old babysitter.
His mom was my nanny.

What, little Eddie?

Yeah, they said he carjacked somebody
in Beverly Hills.

Honey, Eddie Rojas,
that kid couldn't reach the pedals.

Mrs. Rojas called Mom, but there's
nothing she can do from San Diego.

You have to help him.
There's some hearing today.

The public defender
told him to plead guilty.

If the PD thinks he should take a plea,
then he should take a plea.

Dad, this isn't one of
your guilty clients. This is Eddie.

Okay? There's no way
he carjacked somebody.

Don't you wanna do
something good for a change?

Beverly Hills, huh?

Eddie?

- Eddie Rojas.
- Mr. Haller, what are you doing here?

Oh, Eddie, man, you...
You really grew up, huh?

Got tired of kids picking on me.
Started working out in high school.

- Good for you.
- Wait. Are you, like, taking on my case?

Because I didn't want my mom
to bother you...

It's no bother.
I used to work with your public defender.

Plus, Hayley will never speak to me
if I didn't. Just tell me what happened.

Okay, look, I never carjacked anybody.
It's not like that.

Okay. Then what's it like?

I went to Beverly Hills to meet a friend.
He's a waiter at a fancy restaurant.

I'm outside when this guy pulls up
in a Lambo and his little trophy wife.

Okay. And?

I'm there, minding my own business,

and this asshole throws me the key
and a ten-spot and says, "Keep it close."

He thought you were the valet.

This isn't the first time
this has happened to me.

Plus, how cheap can you get?
A Lamborghini, and you tip ten bucks?

All right, just stay on topic.
What did you do then?

Okay.

I took it. I took the car.

I shouldn't have. I should've told the guy
he was wrong, but I didn't steal it.

And I definitely didn't carjack him.
I parked it on the next street over.

I just... I wanted to teach him a lesson.

So he gave you the car
under false pretenses, maybe?

Yes. False pretenses he created, not me.

Exactly. Maybe I can
knock it down to a joyride.

You'll get probation. With luck,
I can get it expunged in a year.

I'll have a record for a year?

I'll see what I can do.
First, I need to eat something.

I didn't have breakfast.
You want something?

Oh, no. I don't eat
any processed food, Mr. Haller.

You want a carrot stick?

I'm good. Thank you. Just wait here, okay?

We booked our honeymoon in Cabo
so we could sit on the beach,

not in the lobby doing a jigsaw puzzle,

which, by the way, was missing two pieces,
and they weren't even corners.

Yeah, this is why nobody books
with travel insurance.

If getting rained out on the beach
is not a covered event,

what exactly is a covered event?

Did you just say Ebola?

Okay, I'm getting another call,
but this conversation is far from over.

Just hold on.

Hey, Izzy. I'm in an argument
with an insurance agent.

How much did you get for the gold bar?

Fifty-six grand.
I put it in the operating account.

Fifty-six? Hallelujah.

Hey, listen.
Does Mickey have any time this afternoon?

He's in court. Why?

I'm having lunch with an old friend.

She got an offer to choreograph a TV show
but needs someone to look at the contract.

Well, I could look at it for her.

- You sure it's no bother?
- It would be great practice for me.

And I won't charge her because,
technically, I'm not a lawyer yet.

Oh, thanks, Lorna. I owe you one.
I'll bring it by after lunch.

Uh, no problem. I'll see you later.

Okay, where were we?

Oh, you did not just hang up on me.

- Oh, hi. Can I help you?
- I hope so.

My name is David Lyons.
I brought in the payment for Julian.

Oh yes. The gold bar.

Yeah, I'm Julian's partner.
I need to talk to Mickey. Is he here?

Uh, Mickey is in court.

I'm Lorna Crane.
I work with Mickey. Could I help?

I wanted to see
about getting him out of jail

because he... he...

Would you like to sit down?
Maybe I could get you some tea?

Look, you have to understand.
Julian, he's not a criminal.

He's more like... an IT guy, you know?
He won't survive in there.

I want you to be prepared.

Julian has been accused of murder.

No matter who he is,

they'll set the bail very high
if they grant it at all.

That's okay. We can pay it.
There's more gold where that came from.

I just have to ask,
what's up with the gold?

It's a long story.

Julian's...
His income isn't exactly IRS-friendly.

It's safer than
keeping our money in a bank.

We were planning to get out of LA soon.
You know, maybe live off the grid.

Like survivalists?

Julian,
he prefers the term "realist."

You know, we, um...

we've been together eight years.

And he isn't perfect, but I love him.

And he... he didn't kill anybody.
He is not capable of that.

I just hope this doesn't kill him.

And approximately,
what time was this, Officer?

About 12:30.
An APB had gone out for a carjacking.

I saw the defendant
pull into a spot on Crescent

in a vehicle matching the one
that was stolen.

- What did you do then?
- I detained the defendant.

When it became clear he was
in possession of the vehicle illegally,

I placed him under arrest.

Thank you, Officer Gibbons.

Your witness, Mr. Haller.

Now, Officer Gibbons,

the location where you saw
Mr. Rojas park the car,

approximately how far is that

from the location
where the alleged carjacking occurred?

About four blocks.

Four blocks.

Well, that's not very far.

In your experience,

is it common for someone
to commit a carjacking

only to dump the car four blocks away?

No, it's not.

- But that's not all he did.
- I'm sorry?

In the course of the investigation,

we discovered traffic footage

indicating that the defendant
had driven the car extensively.

Traffic footage? Your Honor,
there's no mention of any traffic footage...

That is because Officer Gibbons
just found it yesterday.

Your Honor, I haven't
even had time to review it.

This is a preliminary hearing, Mr. Haller.
Not trial.

I can give you 15 minutes to review it.

- That'll be fine, Your Honor. Thank you.
- Very well.

We'll take a brief recess
and then come right back.

I thought you said all you did
was park the car.

It was a Lamborghini.

I took it for a spin first. Wouldn't you?

I already told the cops all this.

Oh, I know, but we have a client
on trial for murder,

so... you never know what could be helpful.

Was he innocent? Your client?

Until proven guilty.
That's how it usually works.

Oh. You want one?

It's Indica. Takes the edge off.

No, thank you. Long day ahead for me,
and I gotta be on full edge.

Mm.

So, if you can start talking.

Right.

Um,

I had just come home from work

when I heard Giselle fighting
with somebody next door.

- Do you mind if I...
- Oh, yeah.

You have thin walls?

No.

- May I?
- Yeah.

You, uh, often hear your neighbors
making noise?

Well, not usually, but this was loud.

You know, the guy was pissed. Yeah.
He kept saying, "Don't fucking lie to me!"

And did you get a look at him?

No, but when he left,

he slammed the door so hard
that my wall shook.

A little later, I smelled the smoke.

Smoke?

Yeah, from the fire next door.

I called the fire department,

but by the time they got here,
the sprinklers had already put it out.

Yeah, they did the whole building
about a year ago.

City codes, something.

Right.

You mind if I ask you one more thing?

Were you, by chance,
having some of those gummies on the night?

No, no. No way. Not while I'm working.

And you said you work in delivery.
What are we talking, DoorDash?

No, no, no, no, weed.
Yeah, I deliver weed.

Sometimes mushrooms,
but that's like a side hustle, so...

Right.

Now, Mr. Schwartz, this is the footage
Officer Gibbons showed us

from the 405 Freeway.

You recognize this vehicle?

Yes, that's my car.
I can tell from the license plate.

And the man driving your vehicle
in the photo, do you recognize him?

It's the guy who carjacked me.

Is that man in the courtroom today?

Him. Sitting right there.

Let the record show
the witness has identified the defendant.

Now, Mr. Schwartz,

could you describe the events
of that night for us?

It happened so fast,
but I'll try.

I was stopped at a red light
on my way home.

I had the top down when I looked up,

and... that man
was shoving a gun in my face.

He screamed at me
to get out of the car. I was terrified.

And he jumped in and drove off.

This happened at what time?

Around 11:00 p.m.

And yet, you didn't report this
to the police until almost an hour later.

Can you explain why?

I was shocked.

My life passed before my eyes.

All I could think about
was my beautiful wife.

How I just wanted to get home to her.

So I called a car. Once I got home,
then I contacted the police.

That is not the woman I saw him with.
She was blonde and a lot younger.

Thank you.

Mr. Haller?

Yeah, if I could just have a moment
to confer with my client, Your Honor.

Now, the key this guy tossed you,
was it on a key chain or the valet key?

Valet key. Why?

- Do you like to gamble?
- Absolutely not.

Well, too bad. You're in the wrong place.

Good afternoon, Mr. Schwartz.

Now, you've testified that you went home
after the carjacking, correct?

Yes.

It was late. Was your wife waiting up
to let you into your house?

No. I didn't wanna wake her,
so I let myself in.

I see. And do you have a smart lock
on your front door?

Objection. What possible relevance?

Oh, Your Honor, I'm... three questions away
from relevance, if you'll indulge me.

Three, Mr. Haller. No more.
Answer the question, Mr. Schwartz.

No, I don't have a smart lock.

So you use your house key
to open your front door?

- The hell else would I use?
- Mr. Schwartz.

My apologies, Your Honor.

Yes, I used my house key.

Good. Do you have that key on you?
Can you show it to us?

- There. Happy?
- Okay, uh...

Your Honor,
I believe that was three questions.

Now we get to the relevance.

So we've established

that you keep your house and car keys
on the same key chain, like I do.

Like everyone does.

Right. Then I'm sure
you understand my confusion.

Because if your house keys
were on your key chain,

and my client took those keys
when he carjacked you,

then... how were you able
to unlock your front door?

Unless my client didn't take your keys.

Because you gave him the valet keys
when you pulled up to a restaurant...

Actually, I have to apologize.

I didn't mean
the house keys on my key chain.

I meant the hideaway key
we keep under a rock...

You lying sack of shit!

Mrs. Schwartz, order!

I moved that key last month!

You were with her again, weren't you?

You made up this story
just to cover your tracks.

Be quiet,
or I'll have you removed!

It's not what you think.

You just assumed
this poor schmuck was the valet?

You're not only a son of a bitch,
you are a racist son of a bitch!

Bailiff, get her out of here!

And, Counsel, ten-minute recess.
Work this out before we come back.

He handed my client the key to his car.
That's giving him consent.

To park it, maybe.
Not to race it all around town.

Misdemeanor joyriding.
A year in county, five grand fine.

I'm being nice here.
I could still charge it as a felony.

Okay, then charge him. Charge him.

You want an LA jury
to hear how a cheating husband

racially profiled my client

and then falsely accused him of a crime
he didn't commit to cover it up?

What is that gonna do
for your win-loss record, huh?

So, no fine, time served,

and you sign the paperwork
to expunge the conviction immediately.

On the plus side,
if you wanna charge Mr. Schwartz

for filing a false police report,

I'm sure my client would love to testify.

Fine.

Oh my God. I can't believe you found
all that sneaky stuff in the contract.

I was just gonna sign that,
but a little voice in my head stopped me.

Always listen to that little voice

unless it tells you
to get married in Vegas.

I'm gonna redline this and send it back,
and then we'll get into it.

Thank you so much again.

It's no problem at all.
Good luck and break a leg.

- Hmm.
- Nope, do not break a leg.

Mm-mm.

- I owe you one. Thank you.
- It's all good, love.

Just don't be a stranger
with your busy TV schedule.

I won't. I promise.

Ah.

Hey, you okay?

Is it terrible to admit that I'm jealous?

Of Cat?

We started at the same time.

Now she's gonna be on TV,

and I can barely afford
to fix the floors of my studio.

Sometimes I feel like
my life has gone so off track.

We all have different paths.

I dropped out of law school,
and now I'm about to graduate.

I just took a little detour.
That's all this is for you.

Mmm.

Yeah, you're right. I get stuck
in catastrophe loops sometimes.

Look, I read that if you focus too much
on the future, it causes anxiety.

But if you dwell on the past,
it can make you depressed.

It's better to be in the moment.

Wait. Is that Buddhism?

Is it?

- Am I the next Dalai Lama?
- You just might be.

- Hey!
- Oh my God!

- Hayley, what are you doing here?
- Hey!

Oh, I came to support Eddie in court.

Dad got the charges totally dropped.

He caught the guy in, like,
a giant lie on the stand.

Your dad is a magician.

Or he is really good at finding loopholes.

Which is a job,
no matter who the client is.

- I am very grateful.
- Of course.

I'll figure out a way to pay you back.
I just... need to find a job first.

Mom said you were
personal training at a gym.

The manager found out that I was arrested,
and he fired me.

What? That's terrible.

Ah, forget it, Eddie. You're like family.
This one's on the house.

No way. I pay my debts,
no matter how long it takes.

Well... there might be a way
for you to pay him right now.

You got a driver's license?

Oh, come on, Izzy.

Hey, you need someone to replace me,
and Lord knows, you can use protection.

Oh yes! That's the best idea.

I actually agree about needing backup,
especially now.

Do you happen to have
any self-defense training?

I'm actually a black belt in judo.

Sorry. What's all this about?

Eddie, how would you like a job
as my new driver?

Seriously?

If you wanna pay your tab, I can take
a little out of your check every week.

I have experience with this arrangement.
It worked out for me.

Do you really mean it?

Let's try it out for a while.

Make sure you don't drive my Lincoln
like that Lamborghini.

I'm actually a really safe driver.
There wasn't a scratch on that car.

I even kept it under the speed limit,

which defeats the entire purpose
of driving a Lamborghini.

Okay.

Thank you. Um...

You...
You won't regret this, Mr. Haller.

I will if you keep calling me that.

This is just the gig I need to, you know,
put together a personal training roster.

I'm gonna go out on my own.

You can be my first client if you want.
Do you work out?

What's so funny? I play tennis. I surf.

- Mm.
- Okay.

So we need to add weight training...
and a diet regimen.

- This is gonna work out really well.
- It's gonna be fun.

Preliminary autopsy findings.

Glory's hyoid bone
was fractured in two places,

which suggests the cause of death
was probably strangulation.

And the coroner puts her time of death
between 11:00 p.m. and 3:00 a.m.

And Julian admitted
he was at her place around 11:00.

Yes, but turns out there was also a fire
in her apartment that night.

The fire department got there at 11:43.

What kind of fire?

Well, initial suspicions
were that Glory fell asleep smoking,

but her fractured hyoid bone
pretty much rules that out.

11:43. So 43 minutes from when Julian left
to when the fire department arrived.

That's enough time
for one of Hector Moya's guys

to get in there and kill her.

Yeah, but what's with the fire?

I haven't got
the police report yet,

but I'm guessing the fire was started
to cover up the murder,

and they didn't count on the building
having a new sprinkler system.

Yeah, but why would a cartel guy
care about covering his tracks?

Those guys brag about killing people.

No, this is the US, not Mexico.

They can't pay off cops here,
at least not all of 'em.

All right, good work.
Let's just keep digging.

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

Morning, Mr. Haller.

Good morning, Eddie.

- Another beautiful day in LA.
- Mm-hmm.

You don't need to hold the door for me.
Thank you.

What's this?

My favorite morning pick-me-up.

Kale, burdock root, and nettle leaf.
Try it.

Oh.

Right?

Like drinking a field of fresh grass.

That's exactly what it tastes like. Yeah.

What? Is something wrong?

Safety first, Mr. Haller.

Right. Of course.

I need to know everything that happened
that night, Julian.

I told you everything.

Glory's neck was fractured.

She was strangled to death.

So if you didn't do it,
I need to tell a story about who did.

You understand?

Now, you said she had two dates that day.
Who were they?

Uh, new customers.

One of them was Brad Nelson
or Nielsen, I think.

The other one was Price, Daniel Price.

Both booked online.
Both agreed to pay cash.

That's standard.

Nobody wants a paper trail,
and I don't do crypto.

Um...

The first one had a room at the Peninsula.
The second one was at the Roosevelt.

You remember the room numbers?

They're on the server.

I didn't hear from her for a few hours,
so I called to check in.

She said the first appointment was fine,
but the second guy was a no-show.

Why do you think she was lying?

She'd lied to me before.

I called the hotel and spoke to the guy
ahead of time to confirm.

It's how I verify
the date isn't a scam or a setup.

- So that's when you went to see her?
- Yes.

I wanted to get the cash
before she blew it all on drugs.

And when she came at you,
all you did was push her away, right?

No! I mean...

Yes. I guess maybe I grabbed her
to make her stop, you know?

Where did you grab her?

Did you grab her by the neck, Julian?

Did you grab her by the neck?

Yes, yes, but I was just
trying to fight her off.

- You lied to me.
- Wait. No, no, wait, wait, please.

- No, you need another lawyer.
- No.

I know this looks bad,
but I am not a killer. I'm not.

You have to believe me.
If not for my sake, then for Giselle.

Or Glory, whatever her name was.
That's why she sent me to you, right?

What do you mean?

She said that if anything happens to me,
tell Mickey. He'll know what to do.

And then, suddenly,
she was dead, and they accused me.

That's why I called you.

What's... What is this?

It's a conflict of interest waiver.

Glory used to be my client.
I need you to sign it.

It means I'm taking your case.

Wha...

Okay.

Okay.

Time to go.

Okay.

She said that?
"Tell Mickey. He'll know what to do?"

Yeah, apparently.

Oh my God. Mickey, it's like she's
talking to you from beyond the grave.

Do you think Julian's innocent?

I don't know for sure yet.

The only way I'm gonna get any answers
is to see this through.

First things first. The arraignment.
You find out who the prosecutor is yet?

Yeah, uh, I have his name here somewhere.

He's new.

They just transferred him
to LA from Riverside.

I have him in here somewhere.
Now where did I put that?

- Give me one second.
- Okay. Yeah.

- Haller.
- Hey, Detective.

Not anymore.

I took early retirement.

- Yeah, I've heard about that.
- Didn't really have a choice.

After that stunt you pulled
in the Woodsen case,

my career took a dive.

But it's okay.

I landed on my feet.

I'm actually an investigator
with the DA's office now.

Oh, you're on the La Cosse case?

We'll be seeing
a lot more of each other.

Should be fun. Just like old times.

Can't wait.

Who is that guy?

Just some ex-cop who hates me.

Do they take a number?

Lorna! Lorna.

David, is everything okay?

No, the, um, the jail just called me.

Look, Julian...

Julian is in the hospital.

In the prison wing?

They handcuffed everyone together
on the bus, but Julian is claustrophobic.

He... he had a panic attack, a big one.

He passed out.
They thought it was his heart.

Oh my God.

They're keeping him for observation.
Can they do the arraignment without him?

Oh no. We'll have to push it.

No, we can't waste any more time.
We gotta get him out of there.

He can't take any more of this!

David, I'm so sorry.

I finally got Hayley to sleep.

I think I can recite Goodnight Moon
by heart now.

I heard what happened today.
The Woodsen hearing.

Oh yeah. You owe me drinks.

No, I mean how you humiliated Bishop
on the stand.

No, he did that to himself.
He disgraced his badge.

Okay, maybe so,
but you still gotta be careful, Mickey.

Guys like Bishop, they have long memories,
and you like to push the envelope.

No, Maggie. I like to defend my client,
but duly noted.

Thank you.

Oh, before I forget,
that, um, house is open this weekend,

the one with the backyard for Hayley.

The one we can't afford?

I know, it's a stretch, but

we're outgrowing this place, Haller.

Yeah.

Maybe I can fix that.

Yeah?

The Woodsen hearing.
Jerry Vincent was the prosecutor, right?

Mm-hmm.

He told me after that he's going private.

Oh, I saw that coming a mile away.

It got me thinking.
Maybe it's my time too.

I'm working for peanuts
for the public defenders.

It's good experience and all, but...

Come on, what?

You wanna be like your dad?

I want us to be able
to buy the house we want.

What? You can't be married
to a private defense lawyer?

A public defender's bad enough.

You go private, I don't know
if I'll live it down at the office.

Look, it'll be a challenge.

We can make it work.

I believe in us.

Yeah?

Yes.

Okay.

Promise me something.

Anything.

You be careful, Mickey.

I mean it.

I promise.

♪ You know that I could use somebody ♪

♪ You know that I could use somebody... ♪

I was thinking
I could come in earlier tomorrow.

I can bring some weights and some bands.
You can get a workout.

Might do you some good
to burn off a little stress.

Maybe some other day, Eddie.
I'll see you in the morning, huh?

Eddie?

Oh, come on.