[Lorna] I got Moya's federal court records.
They found an unregistered handgun in his room.
The gun was connected to a triple homicide in Nevada.
Because of that, he got life in prison in Victorville.
So you're saying De Marco put Glory up to ratting out Hector Moya?
More than that. He gave her a gun to plant in Moya's room
to make sure he'd go away for good.
If I were you, I'd plead this one out as fast as I could.
If not for your sake, then for your client's.
Scott Glass wishes to attend his grandmother's funeral.
We're giving him 24 hours.
We notify the victim, Deborah.
She needs to know that her abusive ex will be out in the world,
even if only for a day.
[officer] Around 11:00 a.m.,
the victim was walking her dog when she entered the park.
There was a man waiting for her. The victim's ex-husband.
Truth is all gonna come out soon enough.
It's not gonna be me or my client that dragged you anywhere.
Your father has a phone up in Victorville.
I can't call him. He calls me, but only after lights out.
Tonight, you tell him I'm coming up to Victorville to see him.
I'm gonna register at the gate as his lawyer. Hector Moya's too.
All right, let's go get some food, Eddie.
Agent James De Marco, DEA.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Haller.
What the hell are you doing in my car? Are you following me?
No. I'm not following you.
Where's my driver?
No clue.
Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
I came to check out a lawyer named Funaro, who's been trying to paper me.
Here I see you walking into his office. You two working together?
[door opens]
You okay, Mr. Haller?
I'm fine, Eddie. Just... give us a minute, will you?
[tense music playing]
- [door closes] - What do you want, De Marco?
I wanna help you so you don't fuck up in a major way.
Ah, and what way is that?
You're from Mexico, right?
Born in LA. Raised in Mexico, yeah.
Do you know that in Mexico they have no legal code or provision
that allows a teenager to be tried as an adult?
No matter what they do, they get tried as a juvenile.
Can't be held in prison past the age of 18.
Good to know for my next visit, but I practice law here.
For this reason, the cartels recruit teenagers as assassins.
Call them sicarios.
They get caught, they do a year, maybe two.
As soon as they turn 18, go right back to work.
Hmm. Is there a point to this?
At the age of 16, Hector Arrande Moya
admitted in a Tijuana courtroom that he murdered seven people.
Three of which he hung and tortured in a basement to get information.
One body he left in the desert with a rattlesnake around his neck.
This earned him the name La Culebra.
This is the man you conspire with Funaro to set free.
No, the only person I'm trying to set free is my client, Julian La Cosse.
I'll tell you this about Hector Moya.
You wanna put somebody away for life? Make the case fair and square in court.
[scoffs]
Court? That's quaint.
This is a war, Haller.
And you have to choose which side you're on.
There are sacrifices.
Now you're gonna talk to me about choices? Hmm?
What about Gloria Dayton? Was she a choice?
Was she a sacrifice? You know what?
Fuck you, De Marco. There are rules. Rules of law.
Please get out of my car.
Dennis Wojciechowski.
- What? - Your investigator and his wife.
You tell them if they wanna know about me, they should come and ask.
No need to sneak around pulling files, whispering questions.
I'm right here.
All the time.
[music intensifies]
[door closes]
[exhales]
[speaks Spanish]
You sure you're okay, Mr. Haller?
Sorry. I went to get coffee, and I'm sure I locked the door.
It... it's fine, Eddie. Let's just get the hell out of here.
And I sure don't need coffee.
- [motor starts] - [Mickey sighs]
[theme music playing]
Good morning, Mr. Haller.
Morning. Who's that?
- [Lorna] That's Jessica, our intern. - We still have interns?
Yes, we are still busy, Mickey. And we have pan dulce from Monarca.
I'm not hungry. Thank you.
What are those words that came out of your mouth?
Agent James De Marco from the DEA paid me a little visit yesterday.
- He was waiting for me inside the Lincoln. - What?
- Where were you? - [Mickey] It's not Eddie's fault.
De Marco wasn't gonna try anything in broad daylight.
- What did he want? - [Mickey] To scare me.
He doesn't want me prying into Hector Moya's case.
Let me guess. That didn't work.
Not only that. I'm gonna do him one better.
What are you talking about?
[Mickey] We're about to get a new client.
Hector Moya.
Let me rephrase.
What in the living definition of fuck are you talking about?
Hector Moya's habeas petition and Julian's murder trial are connected.
It's all one case.
{an8}De Marco got Glory to plant a gun on Hector Moya.
De Marco thought it would never blow back on him.
Then he found out Glory got subpoenaed to talk about it.
What if he decided to shut her up permanently?
Well, that all adds up, but... we've gotta prove it.
Yeah, and the best way to do that is to use Hector Moya's case
to set up De Marco as a suspect.
I just need to convince Moya to hire me.
How will you do that?
Gonna meet with him tomorrow.
Mickey, this is insane. Batshit.
Nuts. It's loco. Do you need me to keep going?
You're gonna go to a dangerous cartel head who hates you
because you helped throw him in prison and ask if you can represent him?
Yep, that's about right.
We still have to figure out what happened the night Glory was killed
and how Neil Bishop fits into this story.
Now, we've been looking for a connection between Bishop and Hector Moya.
Maybe we should look for a connection between Bishop and De Marco.
[Cisco] I spoke to a guy that used to sew up narcos back in the day.
He put me onto a couple of old cartel murders in the Valley
that Bishop could have been tied to.
Did he mention De Marco?
No, but if they were drug hits,
then it stands to reason that the DEA could've been involved too.
So we need to find a case Bishop worked on where they could have crossed paths.
The LAPD isn't just gonna offer up all of Bishop's old files.
Even if we file a FOIA request, it could take months.
Search warrants.
Once they're filed, they become public record,
and you can search under Bishop's name.
Cross-reference and work backwards.
- Lorna and I can work on that. - Good.
Eddie, don't make plans tomorrow. We're driving to Victorville.
I love a road trip. I'll bring snacks.
[Mickey] One more thing.
Oh God, there's more.
I spent the night looking at the transcript from Moya's trial.
Now, the gun that Glory planted was traced to a gun shop in Vegas.
The owner is a guy named Budwin Dell.
He testified at Moya's trial that he sold the gun to Moya.
- I call bullshit on that. - [Mickey] Can you check tonight?
I need to bring something to Hector Moya.
Well, if I leave now, I could be in Vegas by dinnertime.
[sighs] Mickey, I hope you know what you're doing.
You're opening up a seriously large can of disgusting worms.
[Mickey] We have two clients here.
One is Julian, who will go down for a murder he didn't commit
unless we defend him, and the other one is Glory Days.
Somebody used her and threw her away,
and we owe it to her to find out who and why.
- All right, let's get to work. - [pen clatters]
Damn. Mic drop.
[Cisco] Probably should head out before the traffic backs up.
Oh, take me to Vegas with you.
Or Reno.
Or anywhere other than this office.
[Cisco chuckles softly]
[seductive music playing]
[Lorna] Oh my God.
You're a walking bicep.
Eat a carb.
Maybe one.
[upbeat music playing]
- [Winston snores] - [music softens]
Thanks, Jessica.
[inaudible]
[Lorna] Oh shit.
[music ends]
What's wrong?
Something Mickey needs to see.
Is it about our case?
It's not about our case.
Hey!
So I was going through those old homicide reports, like I said,
which means I was not watching Live with Kelly and Mark.
It was just on in the background while I did my work.
Can you believe people say I look like Kelly?
I mean, she is really pretty.
But that's not important. What is important is this.
[Mickey clears throat]
[reporter] A Silver Lake resident stabbed and killed on a hiking trail nearby.
Her alleged assailant?
Her ex-husband who recently pled guilty to spousal abuse
but was temporarily released from jail.
- More on this and... - [quietly] Oh shit.
[show pauses]
Did you know about this?
No, she, uh... she canceled dinner last night.
Now you know why. You're gonna call her, right?
No, she... she didn't wanna see me, Lorna.
Mickey, she must be really upset.
You should call her.
[pensive music playing]
What?
Um, I don't know, Lorna.
It, you know, seems like a boyfriend kind of thing.
You know, she was pretty clear that she didn't want that.
Every time I push for a little more, she pushes me away.
I just don't wanna crowd her, you know?
Oh my God. How old are you?
She cancels dinner, and you didn't ask why?
Well, I sent her a thumbs-up emoji.
- You sent her a thumbs-up emoji? - Yeah.
You know that that's passive-aggressive these days, right?
What do you mean "passive-aggressive"? It means "okay."
Not to the youngs, apparently.
Look.
Mickey, I think you like her more than you let on.
And I think she likes you more than she lets on.
Hey.
Call her.
[sighs softly]
[line ringing]
You've reached Andrea Freemann. Leave a message.
- If you're lucky, I'll call you back. - [line beeps]
Hey, Andy. It's, uh...
It's me, Mickey Haller.
[mutters quietly] Uh, I...
Listen, I... I saw the news, and, um, I'm sorry.
I... I just wanna say that... [inhales]
...that I'm here if, you know, if you need to talk
or if you need anything, all right?
Just, uh...
Yeah, just hope you're okay.
All right. Call me, Andy. Bye.
[quietly] Shit.
- [elevator bell dings] - [phone pings]
[Vanessa] Andrea.
- Vanessa. - You okay?
I will survive. Where are we on the Shelby case?
Defense filed a motion to compel discovery.
Asking for the congressman's e-mails.
We gave them the e-mails between the congressman and their client.
They want state secrets?
I don't know, but Judge Swidler scheduled a hearing for tomorrow.
Okay. [sighs]
Draft a memo for me. Outline the relevant case law. I will...
[poignant music playing]
[Vanessa] Who's that?
Deborah Glass's father.
I am
so sorry for your loss.
If there is anything that I or my office can do...
Thank you.
I'm supposed to go and identify her.
I haven't been able to yet.
- I can have someone go with you. - No.
Do you have children, Ms. Freemann?
[emotional music playing]
No.
[Deborah's father] Debbie and I weren't always close.
Especially after her mother died.
Sometimes, I think she married that animal just to spite me.
But after she left him,
we started to rebuild.
It was good.
It was really good.
Now...
I just don't understand
why he was let out of jail.
It is a common arrangement
when someone pleads guilty.
They are allowed out for a specific purpose,
but only with the court's approval.
- There was a family funeral... - She was terrified of him.
She said she was gonna move out of state if he didn't get put away.
I told her. I...
I said not to worry,
that she'd be protected.
- [pounding heartbeat] - [exhales deeply]
- [music intensifies] - [heartbeat continues]
[exhales heavily]
- [breathes deeply] - [heartbeat fades]
[music fades]
[motorbike roars]
["Viva Las Vegas" by Dead Kennedys playing]
♪ Bright light city gonna set my soul ♪
♪ It's gonna set my soul on fire ♪
♪ Got a whole lot of money That's ready to burn ♪
♪ So get those stakes up high ♪
♪ So viva Las Vegas ♪
♪ Viva Las Vegas ♪
♪ Viva ♪
♪ Viva Las Vegas ♪
♪ Whee! ♪
[song ends]
[man] Desert Eagle. Great choice.
Even more stopping power than a Magnum with the convenience of a semiauto.
Beauty, ain't she?
- Little plain for my liking. - [chuckles]
Got anything with a bit more panache?
That's the only model in stock right now, but we could customize it.
Skull and crossbones on the grip. Whatever you want.
Actually, somebody did tell me they got a custom Desert Eagle from this store.
In fact,
that's it right there.
Ring a bell?
[chuckles wryly]
Who the hell are you?
[Cisco] Just an interested party
working for a defense lawyer for somebody accused of murder.
[chuckles] What's that got to do with me?
Well, you testified that you sold that gun
to this man
with an Arizona driver's license
by the name of Reynaldo Santé.
Except that's not his real name, is it, hmm?
Real name's Hector Moya. Surely that rings a bell.
Hey, man, whatever I testified to was the truth.
What, you think I wanna get involved in some cartel case?
I'm just a small business owner trying to get by.
That's what's been bugging me.
Guy like Hector Moya, he can get a gun from anywhere on the planet.
So why, of all places, would he buy a gun from here?
This really isn't the place you wanna piss me off.
[gun clicks]
And unless you got a badge, I got nothing else to say to you.
Now, kindly vacate my store, will ya?
[ominous music playing]
- Thank you. - Yeah.
[Lorna] You've been in Vegas an hour, and you're already cheating on me?
[Cisco] That's Budwin Dell's wife.
His record's clean, so I need you to run a background check on her.
Budwin was... less than cooperative.
If he is lying for De Marco, I figure there's gotta be a reason why.
Well, I do not need a background check to see that she is carrying a Peekaboo.
What is that? The purse? Is that expensive?
If it's real.
The lock looks right, so I think it might be.
How much?
Seven or eight grand.
But depending on whether or not it's vintage or what the material is,
it could go for as much as 30.
Thirty grand?
It's a purse. You can't live in it.
[Lorna] Look, I'd rather have a house,
but I would not be mad at a Fendi.
How soon do you need this check?
Well, before my bike turns into a pumpkin would be nice.
[sarcastically] Ooh. So mysterious.
Okay, I love you. Goodbye.
[engine revs]
[car approaches slowly]
[motor stops]
[poignant music playing]
[music fades]
[Andrea] Finally, I just had to turn my phone off.
It never stopped.
I tried to put my head down and work, but...
I had to meet with Deborah Glass's father today.
He flew in from Ohio.
That man lost his only daughter.
Andy, I'm so sorry, but it's not your fault.
Don't. Just don't.
Don't tell me it isn't my fault.
[Mickey] But it isn't.
Her husband was out on bail, right?
[Andrea breathes deeply]
What? Talk to me, Andy. What's going on?
[exhales quietly]
I haven't told...
anyone this.
[emotional music playing]
Uh...
[sighs sadly]
I screwed up.
Really bad.
Deborah Glass's husband was out on a Cruz Waiver,
and I was supposed to call and inform her.
You...
Oh shit, Andy.
I was just about to call her.
And then Suarez came into my office
and started talking about this promotion.
Head of Major Crimes.
Then we had a... a staff meeting,
and then... it just slipped my mind.
The day got away from me, Mickey. I didn't call her.
If I had warned her, she would have taken precautions.
She could have gotten out of town, changed her routine...
Maybe she wouldn't have done any of that. There's no way to know.
- [Andrea sighs] - Come on. Don't do this to yourself, Andy.
- [Andrea exhales] - Okay, you made a mistake.
There's no way you could have foreseen this.
I wish I could believe that.
Andy, what we do, it's messy, you know?
We get too involved.
Trust me. I'm going through that now.
But we're lawyers. We're not superheroes.
We're gonna make mistakes sometimes.
Maybe you make mistakes.
Okay, that's the Andy I know.
Maybe this is your first and last mistake, huh?
- [vibrant music playing] - [lively background chatter]
Hey, it's free.
[dealer] All right, everybody. Here we go. Dice up.
[woman] Come on, nine!
[dealer] That's a seven out. Line away.
Rack 'em up.
Oh, that is terrible.
Got anything stronger, Amber?
You want a stronger drink, you gotta pay for it at the bar.
What if I'm not looking for a drink?
Parking lot.
By the employee entrance. 30 minutes.
Away from the door. They got security cameras.
Who's the lurch?
What, do you think I'm stupid? I'm not here to get ripped off.
Two bills. Two for 350.
[Cisco scoffs] Really?
I can see how you can afford that expensive handbag.
You here to make a deal or make jokes?
Neither.
I'm looking into some bullshit testimony that your worst half gave
at a trial a couple years back.
All right, we're done.
And whoever you are, you can fuck right off.
[Cisco] James De Marco.
You're under his thumb, right? You wanna get out from under it?
[tense music playing]
Talk to me.
[dramatic music playing]
[exhales deeply]
- [Mickey] Hey. You're up early. - [music fades]
I have a pretrial hearing I can't miss. Gotta go home and change.
[sighs] Andy, you know you can ask for a continuance.
Take a day off.
You're very sweet, Mickey, but...
I promise I'm fine.
Besides, the best thing for me is to get back to work.
It's where I thrive.
All right. Well, how about you come over tonight?
We'll stay in, watch a movie, make some popcorn.
No microwave. I'll make it on the stove. Lots of butter.
[chuckles]
That's very old-school.
And very
domestic.
How do you feel about that?
I don't hate it.
[emotional music playing]
Call you later, okay?
[music fades]
Hello?
[Izzy] Oh. Hey, Lorna. Coffee's hot.
Great. What are you doing here so early?
[Izzy] Thought I'd get a head start going through Bishop's old cases.
I narrowed it down to the Valley, printed anything relevant from the search warrant,
and put it in those binders.
I also searched the newspaper archives
for stories about murders that mention Bishop as lead detective.
- Seriously? - Uh-huh.
Check this out.
I thought, how many murders can we be talking about, right?
Turns out a lot.
These are all in the Valley?
You and Cisco should really consider that when house shopping.
Red thumbtacks, straight-up murders. Blue, robbery-murder. Green, drug-related.
I numbered each case and started filing them into a spreadsheet
so we can easily search through 'em.
You did all of this this morning?
I couldn't sleep, so I came in super early.
How early?
Okay. [sighs]
Maybe I never left.
Izzy, are you okay?
[Lorna gasps]
Fifteen Gs? What is this for?
I subleased my studio to Cat's TV show.
Yeah. And that's a problem because why?
I don't know. I thought I was getting back to my first love, not becoming a landlord.
Sometimes I feel like my life keeps happening to me.
Maybe I'm holding onto an old me that I need to let go of.
Or maybe you're just figuring out how to be you again.
And you will figure it out. You just have to be in the moment.
That is what Eddie says LeBron says, right?
- [chuckles softly] - All right, now.
Let's get back to some murders!
[Cisco] Turns out our friend De Marco has a pattern.
He uses his badge to get people in a jam,
then forces them to do his dirty work for him.
Lorna found out that Amber Dell
was busted for possession with intent a few years back.
But when the DEA got involved,
the case went nowhere.
Let me guess. Because her husband agreed to lie about the gun at Moya's trial.
Bingo. Although, I'm not sure they wanna testify in this instance.
And if you try to make 'em, it could get ugly.
[Mickey] Let's worry about that later.
For now, I can use this to get Moya on board.
Good work, Cisco.
No problem. Good luck.
Oh, Mick.
Yeah?
Be careful, huh?
Yeah. Always.
[Mickey inhales, sighs heavily]
You hungry?
I'm good, thanks.
You sure? I got something to calm your nerves.
I've heard that one before.
Bacon and egg sandwich from the Bagel Broker.
I heard it's the best in LA.
I didn't ask anybody in the office because it would've turned into a debate.
You people are intense about food.
[Mickey chuckles]
Yes, we are.
[Eddie] Uh, listen.
When we get there,
uh, I hope you don't mind, but if it's all the same to you,
I'd rather wait this one out in the car.
Prisons freak me out.
Yeah. I don't blame you, Eddie. I'd wait in the car, too, if I could.
When I was six, my mom took me to visit my cousin, Jorge.
I was so scared I kept asking my mom for money for the vending machine.
I ate, like, five bags of Fritos. Can't even smell 'em now.
Can I ask you something?
Anything.
This Hector Moya guy. You sure you wanna help him get out?
Well, I don't have a choice, Eddie.
I need to help Moya so I can help Julian. His whole case depends on it.
But guys like Moya, they give us a bad name.
There's enough people already that think all Latinos are criminals.
Yeah. Look, Hector Moya is no angel.
That doesn't change the fact that he was framed.
If somebody's going to prison for the rest of their life,
it should be for a crime they actually committed.
Maybe for most people. But in this case, who cares?
Who... It's my job to care.
That's why I'm a defense attorney.
How's the sandwich?
Fantastic. Don't tell Lorna.
She'll say Maury's in Silver Lake is better.
[man] We've made a number of requests to the People, Your Honor.
And while they have produced some material,
it's clear they have not fully complied with their discovery obligations.
Ms. Freemann is claiming some sort of governmental confidentiality,
but the Hill case makes perfectly clear
that, absent law enforcement necessity...
[speech fades]...there is no exception for withholding discovery from the defense.
[echoing] This is nothing more than a transparent attempt by the prosecution...
[pounding heartbeat]
[echoing] If Ms. Freemann has some other explanation for her obstruction,
she has yet to share her reasoning with the court,
but I suspect it's because she has been...
- [cameras clicking] - [speech fades away]
[woman, faintly] Ms. Freemann, your thoughts?
[pounding heartbeat continues]
- [clearly] Ms. Freemann? - [heartbeat fades]
[Andrea breathes shakily]
Are you all right?
Let's take a ten-minute recess.
[hushed chatter]
Andrea, are you okay?
[woman] If you have more than $70 cash, you'll have to leave that with me too.
Jacket, belt, any jewelry that might set off the detector.
- [muffled speech outside] - [distant buzzer]
[indistinct speech over radios]
[tense music playing]
You're gonna clip this to your belt.
If you feel your life is threatened, yank it off. We'll come to the rescue.
What if you're too late?
[tense music playing]
- [hushed chatter] - [music fades]
- [man] Open up! - [gate unlocks]
Hello, Sly. Long time.
Not long enough.
Nice suit.
Wish I could say the same.
So, uh, how are you holding up in here?
Well,
used to have clients that liked it in prison.
Thought it was easier than the streets. Three squares, clean laundry, bed.
Yeah.
- I had a few clients like that. - I'm not one of those clients.
Place is fucking hell on Earth.
Used to have a one-o'clock table every day at Water Grill.
It's the little details you miss the most.
[Mickey] Yeah.
So how much longer?
Let's see. 341 days, but who's counting?
Time was, I could've told you down to the minute, but
I'm more laid-back now.
Well, you talk to Hector Moya about me joining the dream team?
Yeah, I did, actually. I did. Yeah, he left it up to me to decide.
- Oh really? - Yeah.
So, uh, tell me about him, huh? How did you come to be his adviser?
Well, at the moment, uh, I'm the only lawyer in here.
So he came to me, said he was set up, asked if I would help.
You believed his story?
[Sly] Here's the thing.
He cops to the powder, right?
And a lot of other shit that you nor I wanna think about,
but he swears that gun was planted.
Why lie about just that?
So did he tell you who planted it?
He thought it was the cops, right?
Then he got arrested by the LAPD.
After you made that deal with the DA's office.
I'm sure you remember that part of the story, right?
But Hector didn't know that yet. All he knew is they barged in,
found coke in the nightstand, gun under the mattress.
Wasn't long before the feds took over.
And snap, crackle, pop, he gets a Lifetime Achievement Award.
So at what point did he decide this has anything to do with Glory Days?
[Sly] That was me.
I asked the question his first shithead lawyer didn't ask.
Who had access?
Turns out your gal wasn't the only hooker to pay Hector a visit.
- Trina Trixxx. - Yeah. Among others.
I had a friend run the names through the police computer.
And Glory was the only one who got popped three freaking days before Hector did.
You should know Hector liked Glory.
He didn't believe she'd rat him out.
Me? I figured she had no choice. And not because of the charges.
Someone was putting screws to her. That rang true for him too.
De Marco.
So how did you track down Glory?
Serve her a subpoena? She moved, changed her name...
My son isn't a complete moron, okay?
He took the booking photo from her arrest, went through all the escort sites.
Took him a day or two, but he found her.
He printed out her new web page. He brought it here. Hector ID'd her.
And you served her when?
Well, Junior handled all that.
Yeah. Under your watchful eye.
So how long between the subpoena being served and her murder?
That was about a week.
[Sly Sr. bangs table]
My client didn't kill her, Sly. You did.
You and your son when you served her that subpoena.
De Marco couldn't risk her testifying.
I'm no idiot, Haller.
My son told you that subpoena was filed under seal.
Yeah, but Glory still ended up dead a week later.
Either your son doesn't know what under seal means,
or you realize you kicked a hornet's nest.
- You don't know what you're talking about. - I know exactly. You know it too.
You think nobody would notice you faked Kendall Roberts' subpoena?
You were worried De Marco was watching the courthouse,
so you thought you and your son could get away with faking a subpoena
so he wouldn't know about it.
You two clowns have been stepping in it right from the beginning.
I'll tell you what, Haller. Why don't you go fuck yourself?
How about that, all right?
And you can forget about Moya. You're not seeing him.
Sit down, Sly. I'm not done here.
You walk out, and I promise you
the State Bar is gonna tear your little Mini-Me to pieces.
While they're at it, they might keep you here a little longer.
How does that sound?
A few more years of bologna on white bread for lunch
every day at ten-fucking-thirty?
Wow, you really are an asshole.
Yes, I am an asshole.
Especially when I have an innocent client facing a murder count.
Sly, you know Junior is not up to it.
Not without help.
Come on.
You ready?
Yeah.
Not me.
Him.
[guard] Let's go.
[man] Open the gate!
Good luck.
- [buzzer sounds] - [gate unlocks]
Adios, amigo.
[door slams shut]
[tense music playing]
Not gonna need this anymore.
[door opens]
[door slams shut]
[clears throat]
[tense music playing]
[cleaver swooshes]
[meat slicer whirs]
[music fades]
[Moya] Don't worry, Mr. Haller.
As you can see, I have certain privileges here.
You're safe with me.
Thank you.
Six months ago, my plan was to have you killed in a painful manner.
You and Glory Days both.
The reason I tell you this is because
only a fool would think I had no motive to do that.
But I didn't do it.
If I had, both of you would have just disappeared.
So, um, I assume it wasn't you who left the rattlesnake in my bed?
The rattlesnake was never my style.
But you leave a body in the middle of the desert,
and who knows what's gonna climb on top of it, right?
Then someone takes a picture,
and, uh, you end up with a nickname you never asked for.
Well, just so you know, uh,
I was only doing my job last year.
Just defending my client to the best of my ability.
Your rules, your laws.
In my world, a snitch is a snitch.
And snitches vanish.
Sometimes their lawyers vanish too.
[chuckles wryly]
But now it seems that you're here to help me.
I... I'd say you need my help.
Gun they found in your bedroom.
It wasn't yours, and I think I can prove it.
- [in Spanish] That liar. - [in English] Yeah, he did lie.
James De Marco busted his wife dealing cocaine.
Instead of putting her in jail, he decided she was more valuable in his debt.
[in English] He uses people.
You're dealing with people that play a very dangerous game.
Do you even understand the stakes?
I understand the people who did this to you
will stop at nothing to keep their story from coming out.
That's why they killed Glory Days,
and that's why we have to be very careful until we can tell this story during trial.
Once we get 'em in court,
then it will be harder for them to hide behind their badges.
They will have to come out and answer to us.
[Moya] Hmm.
Gloria.
[in Spanish] She was important to you?
[in English] For a time, I tried to help her, but I failed.
What's important now is that I have a client in county jail
who's accused of killing her, and he didn't do it.
I can't fail them.
So help me. I promise to help you.
[in Spanish] Sound good?
[in English] Hector, do you know what percent of habeas petitions
result in a prisoner's release?
1.8%.
[in English] Sylvester never mentioned this.
Sylvester is not a lawyer anymore. You understand this?
That means two things.
One is that whatever you tell him in here is not protected.
There's no attorney-client privilege because there's no attorney.
Two, it means that your real lawyer is Sylvester's son,
who doesn't have the slightest idea of what he's doing.
Without me, you have no shot.
[in Spanish] What do you need from me?
[in Spanish] Just the truth.
[in English] The police found a false ID under the name of Reynaldo Santé
at your rented house.
At your trial, you said that was planted along with a gun,
but that's not true, is it?
[in English] The ID was mine, but not the gun.
And you used that ID on previous trips to Los Angeles?
Yes.
And had you met Glory Days and Trina Trixxx on prior trips to LA?
Before she snitched,
Gloria was a favorite of mine.
Okay.
[in Spanish] That's all for now.
Assuming we have a deal.
[in Spanish] We have a deal.
[in English] All right, good. Now be careful.
Like I said, these people will stop at nothing
to keep their story from coming out.
[Moya, in English] Mr. Haller.
[in Spanish] I am protected.
I have eyes looking out for me at all times.
Make sure you have the same.
[in English] All right. I'll be in touch.
Tss!
[phone vibrating]
[suspenseful music playing]
You've reached Mickey Haller. Please leave a message.
[line beeps]
Hey, um, it's Andy.
I can't make it tonight.
I will explain... next time I see you.
Okay?
Okay.
Bye.
[music fades]
I've read so many of these I can't see straight anymore.
The word subpoena should be illegal. Every time I see it, it looks more wrong.
- [sighs] We need more coffee. - I'll get it.
[Lorna sighs]
You know, as brutal as this is,
it would've been so much worse if you hadn't done all this prep work.
I am very grateful for that.
And you are very organized.
Lisa was always my favorite Simpson.
One of my hidden talents.
Montgomery and Victory.
This may be what we're looking for. There was a double murder
on Montgomery Avenue near Lake Balboa.
Two suspected drug dealers who were renting a house.
Look which detective got the case.
[Lorna gasps] Hello, Mr. Bishop.
The case was never closed, but this one came up in the newspaper search too.
[Lorna] Cowabunga.
Somebody say "cowabunga"?
Cisco!
You didn't run off with the waitress after all.
Only have eyes for you, babe.
Sounds like good news?
We may have found a way to connect Bishop to De Marco.
And you may have found a way into my heart.
Just a little something I picked up for you in Vegas.
[Lorna gasps]
This better be fake.
It is fake, but no one would notice except you.
- I'm not sure I even care. - [Cisco chuckles]
- What's in the other bag? - I got a bag for Izzy as well.
[Izzy] Um...
It's not really my vibe.
O ye of little faith.
[chuckles]
You do know me.
- Thanks. - Come on. Show me what you got.
Yeah.
So...
So where's Jorge now?
What?
[hesitates] Your cousin.
The one you visited in prison when you were six?
Oh. You'll be happy to know he got his shit together.
He's a mechanic down in Vernon now. He's married, no kids.
They travel all the time.
I'm supposed to go to Costa Rica with them next year.
Well, that's good, Eddie.
Sorry about what I said earlier, Mr. Haller.
I know you wouldn't help Moya out if you didn't seriously think it through.
[phone vibrating]
Lorna, we got him. Hector Moya's on board. We just have to...
Yeah, okay, whatever, Mickey. We connected Bishop and De Marco.
Are you serious?
[Cisco] Dead serious.
The DEA consulted on a double murder in the Valley
that Bishop worked ten years ago.
My guy at the LAPD confirmed that De Marco was listed as the contact.
Good. Now we can prove they were connected ten years ago,
but we need to prove they're still connected.
[honks horn repeatedly]
[Lorna] Yeah, but that's tomorrow's problem.
We need a break. Izzy was here all night.
[Mickey] We don't have time for breaks, Lorna.
No way Bishop was following Glory on his own that night.
One way or another, De Marco was behind it.
We need to know what happened.
[truck engine revs]
[Lorna] Fine, we will keep digging.
But I'm gonna order a lot of sushi, and you're gonna pay for it.
[Mickey] Whatever it takes.
- Julian's freedom depends on it. - [engine revs]
- His life might depend on it. - Mr. Haller?
Uh, not now, Eddie. We're gonna be back around 6:00.
- Mr. Haller?! - Not now, Eddie.
- [shouts] Mr. Haller! - What?
- [metallic crunch] - [Eddie yelps]
[tires screech]
[engine revs]
[ominous music playing]
Mickey?
Mickey, are you okay?
[through phone] Mickey?
What happened?
Mickey!
Answer me!
[vehicle hisses]
[ominous music continues]
[inhales sharply]
[gasps]
[groans]
[sputters, gasps]
[groans]
[breathes shakily]
[gasps, sputters]
[breathes raggedly]
Eddie?
Eddie.
[music fades]
[music resumes]
[breathes shakily]
[ominous music intensifies]
[music ends]
[quiet, tense music playing]
[music fades]