The defendant has plans
to flee the country to Mexico upon his release.
There is no confidential informant.
There are only the jail deputies listening in on privileged phone calls.
Uh, Mickey?
Vehicle was purchased with cartel funds.
Drug proceeds. Seriously?
This has nothing to do with me busting you assholes
for listening in on my calls?
Maybe we should go and try to get my Lincoln out of the impound lot?
What does that look like?
A wallet, maybe?
It's not in the report we got in discovery.
Fact is, a crucial piece of evidence is gone.
The People now concede there was a wallet in the victim's pocket
but cannot produce it for examination by the defense.
Ms. Berg, I'd advise you to not come back empty-handed.
Sam's been wiring money to an inmate here at the state prison.
He'll only talk to you, but in person.
The ankle monitor.
- Running out of battery. - Didn't bring a charger?
I had him send me letters as my uncle.
His name was Kirk Lennon.
Remember where you sent the letters?
2723 South Cabrillo. San Pedro.
- How much did you pay for this thing? - Twenty-eight hundred, even.
And it runs great.
Think it might be leaking a little oil.
But the good news is, it gets the job done.
Decided that my bike is a little too conspicuous
for tailing or undercover work.
Now,
I blend in.
Kirk's dead?
When did he die?
Uh, a few weeks ago.
I'm his attorney.
I need to itemize everything for his estate.
- Estate, huh? - Mm-hmm.
Well, if there are any proceeds, I want the back rent paid.
In cash.
That was always our deal.
Absolutely.
What a mess.
I knew he was a slob, but not like this.
Well.
Good luck with the itemizing.
Ah. Thank you.
Someone's been here.
Yep, someone's definitely been here.
Start looking for a laptop or a phone.
That's where he conducted all his business.
That's the deal, Sam.
You pay them back, you skate by on probation.
Otherwise, there will be jail time.
I can't do it, Mickey. That money's long gone.
What are you expecting me to pay with?
That watch might be a good start.
This? Hell no.
No, this is special.
It's a memento.
A relic.
Besides, it's busted.
It belonged to your father or something?
Please. I said it was special.
You know how some people frame their first dollar?
Well, this was my first score.
Yeah. I was on the subway, and I saw this guy wearing this.
Just...
First time I got that rush, you know?
You pick pockets on the subway, Sam?
No one notices you when you're down here.
But
once you get a taste,
then you figure
there are much bigger pockets to pick.
- Hey, Mick. - Hmm?
Come look at this.
What is that?
An owner's manual for a semitruck.
And a study guide for the commercial driver's exam.
You think Sam was studying to be a truck driver?
No way.
For Sam, a real job would have been worse than prison.
He had to be working some kind of long con.
Pat's Retrofitting.
See what you can find out about this place.
No. We can't take anything, not even pictures.
- Why not? - Because it would be considered discovery.
We'd have to turn it over to the prosecution.
- What they don't know won't hurt 'em. - Hopefully, it will.
Either way, there's not much here. No laptop. No phone.
Whoever flipped this place took them.
Think it was the same person who stole the wallet?
I don't know.
Somebody's covering their tracks.
Thanks for your help.
There's nothing of value in there. You can toss everything or donate it.
Or have a yard sale, if you want. Maybe you can make up the rent that way.
Yeah, that figures.
Yeah. Thank you.
Not taking a photo is one thing, but telling her to throw away everything?
Isn't that destroying evidence?
What evidence? Like I said, there was nothing there.
Maybe not. You'd get into hot water for that.
Yeah, well, I don't give a shit anymore, Cisco.
Sheriff's department took my Lincoln to fuck with me.
The cops already lost the best piece of evidence.
They wanna play hardball? I'm gonna play harder.
Starts right here, right now.
You coming or what?
Mr. Haller, you made it back to Los Angeles.
Yes. Thank you again, Your Honor.
I hope the trip was fruitful.
Ms. Berg.
We are here to discuss the missing wallet.
Your Honor, for the past two days,
Detective Drucker has conducted an extensive investigation.
Unfortunately, this investigation did not turn up the wallet.
The People concede that the photograph appears to indicate the existence of one,
but it still remains missing.
Have you determined when the wallet was taken or by whom?
No, Your Honor. The body was transported to the coroner's office.
It was placed in the prep room.
But since the body was transported late at night,
the coroner's investigator didn't inventory the victim's belongings
until the next morning.
The body was just sitting there all night?
Not exactly. It was placed in a refrigerated crypt.
But unfortunately, for privacy reasons,
there are no surveillance cameras in that area, so...
We have no way of knowing
who may have gained access to this crypt and taken the wallet.
That is correct. Not at this time.
What is it the People suggest I do about this, Ms. Berg?
Your Honor, the People make no excuse for the loss of this property.
However, it is a loss that impacts both sides equally.
Neither the People nor the defense
have the opportunity to access the wallet
or whatever information, if any, it contained.
Therefore, while we acknowledge the loss,
the damage is equal.
Mr. Haller, something tells me you would like to respond.
Yes, Your Honor. The damage can in no way be considered equal.
The prosecution didn't even notice the wallet until we showed it to them.
They weren't interested because the information it contains
might not fit with the neat story they wanna tell about me.
Your Honor, again, I resent the implication.
The People are after the truth.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I'd advise you both to keep your emotions in check today and every day.
That said, Mr. Haller, I am sympathetic to your plight.
Without that wallet, you have no way of knowing
where Mr. Scales was living or his most recent alias.
So let me ask you, then.
What is the remedy the defense seeks?
The defense wants the wallet, Your Honor. That... That is the only remedy.
Well, then, what is the penalty?
There does not appear to be evidence
of sinister behavior on the prosecution's part.
It all seems to be
an unfortunate set of circumstances.
In that case, Your Honor, I want it noted for the record
that the search for the missing evidence was conducted by the exact same detective
who was in charge of protecting the evidence in the first place.
The same detective who's been in charge of the case since the start.
Very well. It has been noted. Anything else?
No, Your Honor. That's... That's it.
Ms. Berg, I'd say you got off lightly.
- Anything else for the People? - No, Your Honor.
Very well. Court is adjourned.
I don't get it. Shouldn't we be fighting for sanctions or something?
We already got what we need.
Dana Berg doesn't know what identity Sam was using, but we do.
We collect brownie points with the judge. He owes us now.
Not to mention the press is starting to see Berg's true colors.
Ugh. She has no colors.
She's all beige.
Beige Berg.
No? Okay, I'll keep noodling.
- I gotta go. - Go, go, go.
Oh, um, wait.
Is your ankle monitor charged?
Come on. Let's go.
What?
Are you serious?
- You expect me to drive that around? - Yeah.
I mean, it's got no rizz, man. Cheryl is way sexier than that.
Yeah, Bamba, sure. It was just giving me whiplash.
Hey, Izzy.
You get the armored Lincoln back?
No, we went to the impound lot, but they already auctioned it off.
The sheriff's department unloaded that awful fast.
I'm telling you.
When the man wanna fuck with you, he don't waste no time doing it.
Hold on, Izzy.
Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off?
I'll drive myself.
Meet me at my house tomorrow morning. Thanks.
I'm back. I'm at the storage facility.
- You getting the backup Lincoln? - Yeah.
Want me to get the dent fixed?
Nah, no time for that. I need a car. What's up?
I ran down this retrofitting place. The name you got from Sam's apartment.
It's worth checking out.
Oh yeah? Where is it?
- Hawthorne. - Hawthorne?
There's no way we can get there before they close.
I'll meet you there in the morning. Text me the address.
Already did. See you tomorrow.
Now all Corey has to do is strap the wheelchair to the arm
and push the button, and up you go.
We install these on the passenger side.
All the driver has to do is unhook himself from the bar
and wheel himself in.
They have their own chair with them in case anything goes wrong.
And, of course, the cab is retrofitted with hand-operated pedals.
- It's everything a disabled driver needs. - Wow. It's amazing.
And then, to get out again,
just do the whole thing in reverse.
Uh, it's my nephew. He's got a lot to learn about enthusiasm.
Well, this is really something.
- There's a big demand for these? - Getting bigger all the time.
Should I prepare you a quote?
- Before we get to that... - Who'd you say referred you?
A colleague of ours, Kirk Lennon.
I think you might've done one of these for him.
Doesn't ring a bell.
You know what company he's with? I'd know that better.
Not offhand, but if you had a list of references...
Maybe a list of recent clients.
That I can't do. HIPAA regulations.
Once Medicare kicks in, there's all kinds of red tape.
So, make and model?
Your truck. I need the make and model.
Oh, right. Uh...
You know what? We'll just get back to you.
- Thank you. Appreciate it. - Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
You think Sam used a different name at this place?
Probably, but without that list of clients, we'll never know.
You sure you don't wanna tell this guy the truth?
He already doesn't wanna cooperate, Izzy.
I don't think telling him I'm accused of murder is gonna sway him.
No.
I have another idea though.
Son of a...
It's Cisco. Leave a message.
What's up, Mickey?
Lorna, any idea where Cisco is?
Yeah, he's fixing that piece of shit truck he bought you.
It broke down again. Big surprise.
I didn't ask him to buy that.
Whatever. Details. What do you need?
Izzy found the place that retrofits trucks for disabled drivers.
We got a list of all their clients.
And this guy just handed you a list of their clients?
No, but his underpaid nephew did after a visit to the ATM.
Mickey, we are underwater.
We don't have the luxury of handing out bribes.
We need to know what Sam was up to. This might connect the dots.
Can you run the names?
I'm sorry. I'm about to run to a meeting.
I have all these files to get to. Can Izzy please do it?
No, Izzy met me there. She won't be at the office until I am.
Can you try calling Cisco?
If he's not answering for you, he's not gonna answer for me.
I can't waste any time on this.
We need to find out what Sam was working on ASAP.
I get that, and this is a potential client.
It could be big.
Never mind. Cisco's calling.
Great. Problem solved.
- Oh... - Oh, balls.
- Double balls. Seriously? - Let me help.
Maggie, hi. No, I got it. I got it.
Right.
Hey.
Hi. Um...
I'm so sorry. I'm... We are very, very slammed,
and Mickey will be here in a bit, so...
Oh, no. It's fine.
I'm just seeing Hayley later,
and Mickey said that I could use the office until then.
I just need a desk and some Wi-Fi.
Didn't he tell you?
- He did not. - Ah.
But it is absolutely fine.
You can just make yourself at home. Use Mickey's office.
Yes, and I have to go. I'm so sorry to run. I'm meeting a client.
Oh, come here, baby.
You're bringing the dog?
Yes, with this particular client, always.
It usually helps to have a very handsome second chair.
Let me hear it again, just like we practiced.
Okay.
I'm allergic to eggs, so I specifically went to this shop
because they advertised online that they have vegan doughnuts,
and I ordered what I thought was a vegan doughnut.
- But it wasn't. - No.
The doughnut they sold me definitely had eggs.
I knew right away. I ended up in the ER.
I got so sick, I missed an entire week of work.
That is good. That was very good.
Now, do I need to say anything about damages or...
No. That's what you have me for.
Good.
It's just a little nerve-racking going up against a business like this.
- There's nothing to be scared of, Sydney. - Okay.
This is blatant fraud. The case is basically a slam dunk.
With any luck, we won't have to go to court.
All you have to do is go in and be honest and straightforward in your deposition.
Just be yourself.
Okay. I trust you.
I can do this.
I can't wait for this to be over with.
You know, I could really use that settlement money.
I believe it. I can't even imagine how much it costs to feed Arnie.
Oh, you have no idea.
It's like having an extra human in the house.
And the size of his poo...
I don't even need to think about that. Let's just keep it cute.
Yeah, cute.
Got anything yet?
Maybe.
I ran through that list.
It's mostly big national trucking companies,
but I located four LLCs based in SoCal,
and only one of those lists an address in San Pedro.
Sam's apartment?
No. It's a PO box, but still.
It's called Air-King Trucking.
Now, it appears
that Air-King Trucking has only one client.
Biogreen.
A biofuel company that's also based in San Pedro.
Biofuel? Like ethanol?
Yeah, that's the most common kind. It's made from corn.
However, this company, they make theirs out of biowaste.
So things like manure, sawdust, food scraps, that kind of thing.
Food scraps.
Wasn't this a trend a while back? Converting diesel engines to biofuel?
Yeah, but it died down. It's still a booming business though.
Now they use it more for agriculture and food industries,
but anything green is big bucks nowadays.
You remember that stuff they found on Sam's wheelchair?
Chicken grease and cooking oil?
Could that have something to do with this biofuel company?
That's a long shot.
Well, we've shot longer.
Let me get this straight.
Sam, who was in a wheelchair,
went through the trouble to retrofit a semitruck,
got a commercial driver's license under a fake name
just so he could get a job at some biofuel company?
For what? The health insurance?
There had to be something going on in that company to pique Sam's interest.
You said it already. There's big money in green energy.
Where there's money, there's scams. Where there's a scam...
There's Sam.
Exactly.
Biogreen.
Find everything you can about this place.
I don't know what's going on there, but I wanna know if Sam was involved.
We're on it.
Oh, hey. I didn't hear you come in.
It's all right.
Sorry, I meant to tell Lorna you were gonna be stopping by, but...
It's okay. No problem.
How's it going?
That good, huh?
I'm grasping at straws here, Maggie.
I'm on trial for my life, and I have my team looking into... biofuel?
Okay.
I don't know.
What the hell does any of it have to do with me?
Even if I can figure out why Sam was killed...
I mean, who did it,
and why did they leave him in my trunk?
Why me, Maggie?
I feel like I'm losing my mind.
With everything you're going through,
I'd be more worried if you weren't losing your mind.
I have to keep it together. I don't want my team to see it.
Mickey, you're under a lot of stress. Your team knows it already.
We're all here for you, Haller.
Yeah, I know.
I know it's not easy for anyone.
Lorna's trying to keep this place going while I tank our reputation.
I'd be lost without you, Maggie.
All of you.
Being hard on yourself won't fix it.
What if I can't win this, Maggie?
No.
Don't go there.
Look at me.
I'm only gonna say this once, so listen up
because Hayley needs this, and I need it too.
You are Mickey fucking Haller.
And you will win this.
There is no "what if."
Don't ever ask that again.
Got a minute?
Maggie.
I thought you were in San Diego these days.
Oh, I am. I keep getting dragged up here.
Might have something to do with the fact that my ex-husband's on trial for murder.
What are you doing, Dana?
I'm trying to eat my lunch in peace, but...
Why are you going after Mickey like this?
I know there's no love lost between him and your office,
but you really think he killed someone?
There's not an ounce of me that believes you actually think he did this.
Please, tell me what I think.
I think he's embarrassed your office, and you finally see a chance for payback.
No. Don't try that shit with me.
We know each other.
You think this is about payback?
The victim was found in the trunk of his car, Maggie.
A victim who owed him a lot of money,
who he had a difficult relationship with.
The bullet was found in his garage.
The reason we are going after Mickey like this
is because the evidence says he committed the crime,
just like we would with any other case.
Except this isn't any other case.
Why not?
Killers come in all sizes, even supposedly upstanding citizens.
What they all have in common is they swear they didn't do it.
Did you even consider an alternative theory?
Follow any other line of inquiry?
Occam's razor.
I followed every line of inquiry.
But the simplest answer is usually the right one.
Something you should know better than anyone.
This is what Mickey always complained about with prosecutors.
Tunnel vision.
Never wanting to pull the inconvenient thread.
You have really drunk the defense Kool-Aid, haven't you?
You should just resign now and hang out your shingle.
I do know you, Dana.
And the one thing I know about you is that you... will do anything to win.
Even believe your own bullshit.
I gotta go.
This isn't over.
Do you want an egg roll for the road?
I heard there's no good Chinese food down south.
Fuck you.
Hmm.
Um...
Hey, Iz. Sorry, uh...
- I can come back later. - No. That's fine. You got something?
Maybe.
Cisco and I have been combing through everything we can find on Biogreen.
I was thinking about what you said about how wherever Sam was, there was a scam.
Well, I found this in the LA Times last year.
An article about the biofuel industry,
and it mentions Biogreen and some other local companies.
A lot of these companies don't even get off the ground
without government subsidies.
And there's some concerns about fraud and the regulation process.
"Bleeding the beast."
What?
"Bleeding the beast."
It's what some con artists call a scam that targets the government.
Sam was always looking for a bigger mark. The government is the biggest.
This is good, Izzy. Really good.
Well, we need more.
"This story is still developing." Was there a follow-up?
Nope. Article says it's the first in a series, but there wasn't another.
Not even a blurb.
Don't worry. I've got a plan to dig in on that.
Do I wanna know?
Only if I get something good. Keep you posted.
Izzy.
Thank you.
How's that working out, Sam?
It's working out just fine.
- Until you wind up in jail. - That's what I have you for.
Some people pay their taxes. I pay my lawyer.
It's the cost of doing business.
Speaking of which...
Consider that collateral.
Until I pay my latest bill.
You know, Sam,
one day you're gonna get in over your head.
I won't be able to save you.
Maybe.
But I already told you.
No one notices me down here.
What did you get yourself into, Sam?
Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.
Of course.
I was in grad school once. Happy to do what I can to pay it forward.
I really appreciate it.
I was surprised to hear you ask for me specifically.
I'm getting my master's in public policy,
focusing on federal initiatives to combat climate change,
and in my research, I... I came across an article of yours.
Oh, yeah. That was a good piece.
I found the concept fascinating.
I mean, the article really lays out the pros and cons of biofuel.
It actually convinced me to focus my whole thesis on it.
I love it. Inspiring the next generation.
Absolutely. Which is why I was hoping you could help me.
There are a couple things I wanted to ask you.
Mainly about the... potential for fraud.
Fire away.
You quote a source at the EPA
who talked about companies trying to game the system.
I'd love to hear more about that.
Is there any way I can get in contact with them?
Now you're touching on journalistic integrity.
I can't reveal my source if they wish to remain anonymous.
Not even for research?
Sorry.
I could give him your info,
see if he's willing to contact you, but it's the best I can do.
Sure.
That would be great.
Can you at least tell me why you never followed up?
There was supposed to be a series, but you never wrote about it again.
Look...
I tried to.
I thought there was a whole angle with the companies bringing jobs to the area,
but then we got hit with a cease and desist.
I wanted to fight it, but the suits upstairs got scared.
Nobody wants to piss off Uncle Sam.
You got a cease and desist from the federal government?
Well, a... branch of it.
Which one?
- The FBI? - That's what he told me.
Hold on. The feds sent the LA Times a cease and desist order?
To stop them reporting on biofuel?
He said it was when they started looking into biofuel startups
in Southern California specifically, which includes Biogreen.
I knew it. Sam's fingerprints are all over this.
So Sam was scamming the government, and the FBI figured it out?
Or Biogreen was already running a scam, and Sam tacked onto it.
Either way, if this is true, it means the FBI has information we need.
- We can file a FOIA request... - No.
That will take months, if it even works at all.
Or we go to the judge and convince him to issue a court order.
Remember I said he owed us for the wallet? Well, here's how we collect.
You wanna drag the FBI into court?
Mickey, we've been down this road before. Do you remember De Marco?
The feds just ignore any order from a state court.
It's the only way we can get anything in time to use at trial.
If we're lucky, maybe we can smoke them out a little.
Or we just piss them off.
Okay, fine. I'll do it.
Don't even mention Biogreen. We don't wanna tip our hand.
Just request any information they have on Sam.
If that includes the scam at Biogreen, it'll come up.
Either way, they're not gonna love that we're onto them.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
I'm being framed for murder, Lorna.
I'll get a court order for the entire Justice Department if I have to.
I'm lost. No matter what Sam was up to, I don't see what it has to do with you.
That's what I keep asking. And the more we learn,
the less sense it makes.
Hayley?
Hey, sorry. Um, can I borrow you a minute?
Yeah.
What's going on?
I should have told you this sooner,
but with everything you're going through, I didn't wanna bother you.
- I thought it would die down. - What are you talking about?
Hayley's been struggling at school, Mickey.
She's been getting bullied online.
It's... it's bad.
And something worse must've happened today. I don't know.
She won't talk about it.
Bullied? Why would anyone bully Hayley?
It's not your fault.
It just... is what it is.
Can she stay at your place a few more days?
You sure that's the best idea?
I think it's best she not be somewhere she'll run into one of those assholes.
And, yeah, I think it would make her happy.
- Good morning, Mr. Haller. - Your Honor.
Will the prosecution be joining us this morning?
I don't believe that's necessary. I'm not here to discuss the trial.
I, uh...
I just need your signature on a court order.
The FBI.
Sounds like a fishing expedition to me.
Your Honor,
I've got the sheriff's department eavesdropping on my privileged calls.
I've had prosecution losing discovery.
All in all, I'd say it's par for the course.
I have a theory about what the victim might've been up to
before he died and who knew about it,
but I need to talk to the FBI to follow it.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Mr. Haller?
Consider us even.
Just hope it was worth it.
What's with the war horse?
It's my new buddy, Arnie.
You say that like it explains anything.
All right. We're off.
You ready?
Absolutely.
This is gonna be a piece of cake. Or a doughnut.
I'm so off my game.
Well, you look great.
And, uh, we'll keep the hounds at bay.
Yes, thank you so much, Cisco. It's hard to find a sitter last minute.
Although, you're his favorite.
Isn't that right, Arnie?
We'll be back.
Good luck, ladies.
Yes, we're out of here! Whoo!
Hey.
Why is there a werewolf in my office?
Just ignore him. He's not even there.
Eh.
Hey, we got Officer Collins's phone records back.
That's... That's great. And?
Nothing, unfortunately.
He didn't get any messages on either his work phone or his personal
that match up with the time stamp of the text that we heard
on the body cam footage.
My guess is he used a burner phone,
which most likely is long gone and untraceable.
All right. Doesn't matter. Luckily, we've got another card to play.
Here.
The judge signed it already?
Yeah.
That is good news. I'll get Val straight on to this.
You know what? Why don't we do it?
It's not every day you get to serve the FBI.
Even if it goes nowhere, I wanna see the look on their faces.
Right? Come on.
See you, Iz.
Uh...
Do you mind?
- Sure. - Thank you.
Arnie. Winston.
I'll be back.
- Thank you, Izzy. - Yep.
If I get bored, I'll just...
ride him into battle or something.
Hey, buddy.
Here, boy.
Ooh, your breath stinks.
Thank you.
So what you thinking? We start off polite?
You know what? Just hold that thought.
Want one?
Okay.
It's like I'm nine years old again.
- Can I help you? - We're just here to drop this off.
And what is this?
This is a court order for the agent in charge,
Special Agent Tremblay.
We don't accept those here.
Mm. You're gonna have to accept this one.
It's signed by the judge. It has a clock on it.
If Special Agent Tremblay doesn't respond in time, he'll be held in contempt.
All court orders need to go through the US Attorney's Office.
You should know that.
I do know that.
But this one?
This one is different. This one is special.
All due respect.
Sir, this is not my problem.
Now, please remove this and yourselves from this office.
Excuse me?
Yeah.
I need backup in here.
Now.
- Okay. Hey! - What the hell's this?
Don't touch...
Thank you. You've been served.
Son of a bitch!
Get them out of here!
You owe me a paleta, cabrón.
I should be done in a half hour.
Just have to file a few more things and close up shop for the night.
Don't worry. We won't miss the previews.
Grace, uh, I gotta go, but I'll see you in a bit, all right?
Bye.
- Starting a side business? - Uh, no.
But that is not a bad idea.
Mickey's not here?
He is actually not.
Uh, anything I can help you with?
Oh, no. Just dropping off Hayley's stuff. We should've coordinated better.
Leave it in his office. I'll make sure he gets it.
Okay. Thanks.
We are leaving.
Say goodbye to Winston.
Sydney, this does not have to affect their relationship.
My advice to you. Find a new dog park.
Come on. Let's go.
Winston.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
What was that all about?
I blew it. I really screwed the pooch. No offense.
- What happened? - My deposition.
It was a disaster. Please tell me you're done so you can drink with me.
By drink with me, I mean sip Dr. Pepper and watch me drown my sorrows in rosé.
Uh... I can't tonight, L, I...
I have plans.
You have other friends?
That's so rude.
Some more for me.
There we go.
She said as soon as she took a bite, she knew something was wrong. But look.
She takes a bite.
And she eats the whole thing.
And then...
she goes back for another one.
She ate two.
Two whole, non-vegan, vegan doughnuts.
And the security cameras caught the entire thing.
- So she lied to you. - Yeah. And I trusted her.
Lorna, it was just a deposition.
Exactly.
And how could I have fumbled it so badly?
We had them on willful misrepresentation.
And they had you on comparative negligence.
Because of the video.
But comparative negligence is never absolute.
You can still recover something. Just not as much as you thought.
They offered to cover the hospital co-pay. Not a cent more.
Well, it's something.
You have to go easier on yourself. Still getting your sea legs.
Oh, and, um, piece of advice.
Never tell a client it's a slam dunk.
We just really could have used that win, you know?
Yeah.
It's like, if we're lucky, we get to a point in a case
where we gather all the pieces of the puzzle,
and we look at the puzzle, and we try to find that one straw man,
that magic bullet, that thing that's gonna solve it.
I'm looking at Mickey's puzzle,
and it's like half the pieces aren't even in the right box.
And I'm trying to stay objective.
I'm trying to step back and see the whole thing.
But I can't because it's Mickey.
I can't stay objective about Mickey. And the pressure is...
- He needs you, Lorna. - I know.
But I need him too.
These dumplings are delicious.
Honey, I... I know you don't wanna talk about it, but
I need you to know how sorry I am.
You know, what I'm going through, it's my problem.
You shouldn't be punished for it. I'm sorry.
It's such bullshit, Dad. You haven't done anything wrong.
My so-called friends are being assholes,
and even my new college friends are totally icing me out.
And you're sorry?
God, it's just...
It sucks.
Yeah.
Why is this happening to you?
Were you expecting somebody?
I literally just cut contact with all my friends, Dad.
Ah. Good point. Uh, wait here.
Counselor.
You have your job to do, Agent, and I have mine.
Well, I'll tell you what the Bureau has.
A long memory.
I'll see you around, Counselor.
Agent, uh, Vasquez, right?
And, uh...
Agent Ruth.
- You already know my partner. - Oh, yeah.
We go way back.
Had this case with an Armenian mobster. What was his name?
Alex Gazarian?
Yeah, your partner tried to trick me into doing his dirty work for him.
When it didn't work out...
It's going to be in your best interest to let us do all the talking tonight.
Oh.
Can't wait to hear this. I take it you guys got the court order?
We need to know why you believe the Bureau would have any information
on the activity of your former client, Sam Scales.
By asking that question, aren't you confirming that you do?
This is not a joke, Haller. You already messed up one of my investigations once.
That's one time too many.
Well, why do I keep getting wrapped up in them, Vasquez?
Trust me, I'd rather not.
That's your court order, Counselor.
And you can wipe your own ass with it for all I care.
You don't know what you're doing here, Mr. Haller.
Think you're smart? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
Not a clue.
So I suggest you stop sticking your nose in shit where it doesn't belong
and focus on keeping your ass out of prison
where it probably does belong.
Appreciate the advice.
Have a good evening, Mr. Haller.
And we don't expect to see you again.
Ever.
- Hey. - Did your guys fix the security camera?
At your place? No, it's not scheduled till Monday.
- Damn it! - Everything all right?
Dad, I got it.
- What? - The guy shoving you, all of it.
I went around the side of the house, and I recorded it.
Here's your court order.
You can wipe your own ass with it for all I care.
Guess we're both getting bullied.
Come here, you!
Never mind. My daughter's a genius.
What's going on?
Two FBI agents showed up at my house and threatened me in the middle of dinner.
Wow. Must have really hit a nerve.
- Sure you're okay? - Oh, I've never been better.
I finally figured it out, Cisco.
Now I know what all this has to do with me.