The Lincoln Lawyer (2022) s03e04 Episode Script

[Mickey] Julian La Cosse,
the murder you're accused of
Giselle Dallinger.
I knew her as Glory Days.
She said if I was in trouble to call you.
You're the best lawyer in town.
You're on the La Cosse case?
We're gonna be seeing more of each other.
Who is that guy?
Just some ex-cop who hates me.
[Val] You've been served.
Sly Funaro? I thought he lost his license.
- This is his son, Sly Jr.
- What can I do for you?
I don't have time to be deposed
in your fishing expedition.
That's where you're mistaken.
You're the person who got Mr. Moya
arrested in the first place.
[Mickey] Who's the guy in the hat?
[Cisco] Think I tracked down the car
the guy in the hat was using
to follow Glory Days.
You promised Scott
wouldn't get away with it anymore.
Deborah, this plea agreement will ensure
that your ex-husband goes to prison.
I trust you.
I got busted by this asshole in the DEA.
- De Marco?
- De Marco had a hard-on for Moya.
He wanted him off the streets permanently.
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.
Sly Sr., what's this about?
I don't like being dragged along
on somebody else's joyride.
It's not gonna be me or my client
that dragged you anywhere.
[Cisco] How'd he know you were there?
- I'm being followed.
- Or they put a tracker on your car.
[Lorna] Call me back.
I know who the man in the hat is.
[suspenseful music playing]
The man in the hat was Neil Bishop.
[Izzy] Who's Neil Bishop?
The DA's investigator
in the La Cosse case,
who also happens to be an ex-cop
who hates Mickey.
No big surprise there.
What? You took a picture of him
in the courthouse?
He was pacing in the hallway,
so I pretended I was checking my email.
What makes you so sure it's Bishop?
Well, I tracked down
the green Honda Civic from the video,
and Lorna ran the VIN last night.
When you were God knows where.
And it turns out the Honda was stolen.
So I did a little digging.
There was a report on file
signed by none other than Jake Houlihan.
Who the hell is Jake Houlihan?
Duh! Bishop's ex-partner.
I figured you would know that.
He retired three years ago.
[Mickey exhales, tuts]
All right, so Bishop has a stolen junker
he uses for jobs that are off the books,
but why would he be using it
the night Glory was killed?
- Could he be the one that killed her?
- Maybe, but why?
Is there a connection between Bishop
and Moya we don't know about?
If there is, I'll find it.
Great. Now that we've gotten that settled,
can we talk about the fact
that you were apparently
followed last night? What's up with that?
Right. You find any trackers on the car?
No, the car was clean.
If somebody did follow you,
they did it the old-fashioned way.
I didn't see anybody,
but I wasn't looking either.
Now I will be.
I can't see how else Sly Sr.
would've known
you were at Trina's last night.
What about Trina?
Did she give up anything useful?
Well, assuming we believe her story,
she said Glory planted a gun
in Hector Moya's room.
And apparently, De Marco put her up to it.
Well, that would explain
why Hector Moya wanted Glory dead.
She didn't just snitch on him.
She set him up.
Ah, maybe.
[Lorna] What?
[inhales] I don't know.
Something doesn't add up.
I'm gonna figure it out.
All right, first things first.
I need you to quash this subpoena
for Kendall Roberts.
Who is Kendall Roberts?
She's a former sex worker
who used to work with Glory.
Val served her in Moya's habeas.
I told her I'd take care of it.
Great. Is she paying us?
Uh, Cisco, while you're looking into
Bishop and Moya,
find out about this agent De Marco.
His name keeps coming up.
That can't be a coincidence.
- I'm on it.
- Where are you going?
To get some answers on how
Bishop got assigned to Julian's case.
That can't be a coincidence either.
Where's that picture from?
[Izzy] Her Insta.
We can't look at those
other photos anymore.
[poignant music playing]
[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
- [knocking continues]
- [dogs bark]
[Mickey] Anyone home?
You're Mickey Haller?
Uh, yeah, that's that's me.
What took you so long?
Got here as fast as I could.
[inhales] Did anyone see you?
Uh, I don't think so.
So you're Glory Days?
Yeah.
You said on the phone you had information
that could help my client?
That psycho that killed my friend Martha?
He's trying to kill me too.
All right, he came after me.
And [breathes shakily]
it it wasn't, um
What's his name?
Uh, Martinez?
- Jesus Menendez?
- Mm-mm.
No, it wasn't him.
Okay? So, look, I'll testify.
You can put me on the stand.
I just wanna put this fucker away, okay?
He's going after girls like me.
[tuts, sighs]
What, you don't believe me?
I want to, Glory,
but in the state you're in, I
He killed my friend, okay?
And he's gonna kill me too.
So I I saw his face,
and I can pick him out of a lineup.
He's got a tattoo on his arm, okay?
I can describe it to you!
Okay, okay, just
Let's let's take it
one step at a time, okay?
- Why don't I get you some water?
- No, I don't want any water.
I want you to listen to me.
Don't you understand? Don't you
[gasps, retches]
Hold on!
[Glory retches]
- [retching continues]
- [Mickey sighs]
[gasps, breathes heavily]
[spits, exhales]
[sniffles, sighs]
[toilet flushes]
[poignant music playing]
[Glory breathes slowly, gulps]
[quietly] Here.
[sighs]
[sniffles, groans]
So what's your real name?
Gloria.
Gloria Dayton.
Are you from LA, Gloria?
I'm from all over.
My mom lives in Hawaii.
I used to live with her.
And she's got this little balcony
full of orchids in her apartment.
[sniffles]
Like all kinds of colors and sizes, and
She said that they're delicate
but resilient.
I'm sure your mother misses you.
Being a parent is watching your heart
walk outside of your body forever.
Trust me, I know.
Gloria, if you want to help,
you've got to get clean.
- [Glory sniffles]
- I can't put you on the stand like this.
I'm fine.
I'll get it together. I
I gotta do this.
For Martha.
That's good.
But the way you are right now,
the jury's not gonna believe a word
out of your mouth.
Now, I can help you,
but only if you want to.
[sighs heavily]
[sniffles]
Okay.
But you gotta put someone by the door.
You gotta watch me, or I'll bolt.
I know myself.
Okay, I'll get somebody.
Nice hat.
I'm not that much of a baseball fan.
but my grandpa used to love the Yankees.
Mickey Mantle was his favorite.
Well [clears throat]
I don't, uh, have a Yankees hat,
but you can have this one if you want.
So I'll tell you a secret.
- The Dodgers are way better.
- [Glory chuckles]
[sniffles]
You'll get through this, Gloria.
I promise you.
[poignant music fades]
[sighs heavily]
You really cared about this lady, huh?
If you don't mind me asking.
[Mickey mutters]
I had hope for her
ever since I first met her.
I thought she'd clean up,
get out of the life.
Mr. Haller, she was an adult
who made her own choices. It's not on you.
Yeah, well, I usually pride myself
on being two steps ahead.
This time, I missed the play.
Hey, a friend told me
about this new Italian place downtown.
I'll go with you
if you wanna give it a try.
- [quirky music playing]
- [Mickey chuckles]
Eddie, if you're volunteering
to eat pasta for me,
I must really look pathetic, huh?
[music continues]
[music fades]
- Is that what I think it is?
- Mm-hmm.
[Lorna] Mm!
Tastes like victory, doesn't it?
And freedom.
And vindication.
Well, you studied really hard for the bar.
It's a big deal.
You deserve a little celebration.
When do you find out the results?
Not for three more months,
but this kind of makes up for it.
Thank you, Izzy.
And here I thought I was just bribing you
to go over my lease.
Oh, yes.
I went through it,
and you were right.
The gym is in one of
your landlord's buildings,
which means it is covered
by the non-compete agreement in the lease.
So by offering dance classes,
they're in violation of the terms.
That's great.
So what do I do now?
We are gonna go over there later
and lay down the law.
But first, I have
a very urgent question to ask you.
What is in the other bag?
- [Izzy] Oh, that?
- Mm-hmm.
I thought you'd never notice.
I hit up Donut Man while I was at it,
and I picked us up some tiger tails.
[Izzy snickers]
I may have to get a membership to that gym
while we're laying down the law.
[hums high note]
[Mickey] Mickey Haller
to see Andrea Freemann, please.
Let's make this quick, Haller.
I've got cases to win.
- What are you doing here?
- Surprise.
What? No.
We are keeping this discreet.
Well, we've been discreet mostly.
I think my staff knows, but
Well, I'll come clean. Maggie knows too.
You talked to Maggie about us?
Of course. I had to. There's a girl code.
I had to make sure she was okay with it.
Right. Was she?
Yes, she was. She's over you.
Can your ego handle that?
[chuckles] I'll recover.
Why the hell are you here?
I just have a quick question.
- Ever heard of a phone?
- I'll be quick.
I just want to know how
your investigators get assigned to cases.
Just trust me. It's important.
There are no hard and fast rules.
Some investigators work closely
with certain prosecutors.
Some have specialties,
like drugs or gangs.
And sometimes, when it's slow,
they come around
and ask if you need any help.
Okay, so hypothetically,
it's possible for a DA's investigator
to get themselves assigned to a case?
It is possible. Sure.
That's all I needed. Thank you.
- That's all you needed?
- Well, that and, uh, this.
[sultry music playing]
You are very bad, and you must go.
I won't even ask about dinner later.
Against the rules.
I will text you. Just go.
All right. You look beautiful.
[sighs]
[music fades]
[loud thud]
What the fuck are you doing here?
Better question is,
how long have you been following me?
I work here. You don't.
[Mickey mutters]
Well, I was dropping off some paperwork
on another case.
Bullshit.
Let me give you a hint, Counselor.
Your fucking theatrics in court
aren't gonna work this time.
Is that right?
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.
Not his fault he ended up
with an asshole for a lawyer.
Excuse me.
You know, Bishop,
it's kinda sunny out there.
You might need a hat.
[theme music playing]
[exhales]
Come in!
I have an assignment for you, Vanessa.
The Glass case.
I need you to draft a summary
of the Cruz Waiver
and email it to opposing counsel.
Cruz spelled like Penelope or Tom?
Penelope.
You don't know what it is?
Not exactly.
A Cruz waiver allows a defendant
who has pled guilty
to be released from custody temporarily,
but only with the court's approval.
Like a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Yes, but with a timer
and only for a legitimate purpose.
So, in this case,
Scott Glass wishes to attend
his grandmother's funeral.
We're giving him 24 hours.
What do we do on our end?
First, we get approval from the judge.
Second, we make sure that Mr. Glass
and his lawyers understand
that his plea deal is off the table
if he violates the terms of the waiver,
and we will seek the maximum sentence.
And third, she needs to know
that her abusive ex will be out
in the world, even if only for a day.
Got it.
So you'll handle emailing the defense,
letting the court know,
and I will call Deborah Glass.
And, uh, it takes about a week,
by the way.
What does?
To break in the shoes.
Yeah, you need to get
those little inserts.
[Vanessa] Right.
[Andrea] It's okay.
We have all been there.
Wear shoes you can run the world in.
I'll get right on this.
[suspenseful music playing]
[eerie music playing]
[music fades]
Was that Mickey Haller I saw earlier?
Yes, that, um
We just had to discuss a small matter.
Just tying up loose ends
on the, uh, Lisa Trammell case.
Oh. That's one we'd all rather forget.
Look, Andrea.
We're a tight-knit office.
Things have been a little lax here
over the last year.
Maybe we played ball
a little too much with the other side.
I don't go for that.
You need to be single-minded.
Especially if you want a shot
at being head of Major Crimes.
I was not aware
that position was available.
Bernetti just told me he's retiring.
End of the year.
So I'm making a list,
and you're right at the top.
Wow. Uh
Thank you. Um
- I'm honored to hear that.
- You earned it.
You're one of the best in the building.
And one thing I never questioned
is your ambition.
Just don't do anything
to make me think twice about it.
Understood.
Good.
Staff meeting's about to start. Let's go.
[upbeat music playing]
[indistinct chatter and laughter]
[music ends]
What's up, Doc?
You lost, Cisco?
Shouldn't you be at the Patch?
I left the Saints a few years back.
Thought I'd work on my swing, you know?
Diversify?
Yeah, I heard.
I heard Teddy was gonna bury you
up in Palmdale somewhere.
What do you want?
Just a few answers
about a cartel boss named Hector Moya.
It's the wrong time.
Definitely the wrong place.
Probably.
So the sooner you talk,
the sooner I'm out.
Back when you were sewing up
bullet holes for the Saints,
I remember Teddy said
you looked after some Tijuana cartel guys.
Ever come across this cop?
Neil Bishop?
He worked Valley Homicide.
Nope.
Well, he's an investigator now
for the district attorney's office.
There's gotta be some connection.
Look, I'm telling you.
I never heard of the fucking guy.
But, Cisco, you need to let this one be.
[tuts] No can do, Gabe.
Not without something to go on.
You know, bet those kids over there
would love to hear the story
about that time
I held a flashlight for you
when you pulled the .38 slug
out of Tiny Cadero's ass.
[chuckles] With a pair of pliers.
Of course, I'm not too sure
how well that would go over
with the management
of this fine establishment.
Look, shit got bad ten years ago.
There was a cartel war going on.
When isn't there one?
Well, this one spilled over up here.
The whole Valley was a bloodbath.
Anything specific I should focus on?
If this guy, Bishop, was Valley Homicide,
he could've caught any one of those cases.
That it?
That's all you get.
[groans]
["Unsquare Dance" playing]
[music continues]
[music ends]
[Glory] Hey, thanks again
for the orchid.
Delicate but resilient, right?
Uh, so next week? Yeah?
Yeah, Friday if I time it right.
We'll go over your testimony beforehand,
and I'll put you up in a hotel
by the courthouse.
- [Glory exhales]
- And, uh, just rest up before then, okay?
Okay, Mickey Mantle.
Nice hat.
[tender music playing]
- [music fades]
- [door opens]
- [Lorna sighs]
- What happened?
It's the gym on the same street as Izzy.
The one that's offering the dance classes.
You said she had a non-compete.
She did. With the landlord
who owned the building.
But they don't own it anymore.
The gym bought the building outright,
which makes Izzy's non-compete worthless.
It's gonna tank her studio.
[Mickey sighs, mutters]
[Izzy sniffles]
[sighs]
I'm sorry, Izzy.
I just can't catch a break.
There's a meeting in an hour
in Echo Park, you know? It might help.
Yeah.
Thanks, Mickey.
Yeah.
[Lorna sighs heavily]
I'll go over the documents
in the La Cosse case.
- Make sure there's nothing we missed.
- Mm.
Go home.
A change of scenery might do you good.
No. I need to be somewhere else first.
Eddie, I'll be down in five minutes.
No. Beverly Hills by way of Glendale.
All right.
Glendale?
- Yeah. I'll explain later.
- That's not how you get to Beverly Hills.
[Mickey chuckles]
- Bye, Lorna.
- Bye.
[mechanical whirring]
Hi.
Uh, you have
Mickey Haller. Here to see David Siegel.
Room 270.
Uh-uh-uh.
You know the drill.
[scoffs] Come on.
Are we still doing this? I'm his lawyer.
You have no legal right
to search my briefcase.
Mr. Siegel's cardiologist ordered him
on a heart-healthy diet.
This is a private facility,
which means we have every right
to search whatever we like.
What? You think I have a Big Mac
and a box of Twinkies here?
[quirky music playing]
Fine. Search and seize.
Same time next week?
[sports commentary on TV]
[door opens]
Hey, hey.
Lakers winning?
Sure, now.
Just wait till the playoffs though.
- [TV clicks off]
- How you doing today?
[Legal] Same as yesterday.
Did you get past Nurse Ratched out there
and bring me something
that doesn't smell like mothballs?
How am I supposed to do that?
She checks me every time I come in. I
[Legal] You gotta be kidding me!
You came all the way here
and didn't bring me any sustenance?
[mutters]
[sighs quietly]
Come on, Legal.
Would I do that to you? Huh?
Italian subs from Mario's in Glendale.
Oh, you know what I like, kid.
And I know that briefcase.
Your dad got it as a gift
from Johnny "The Tooth" Russo in 1975.
Why'd they call him "The Tooth?"
He had a really long canine.
It stuck out of his lower lip.
Made him look like
one of those bulldogs with an underbite.
[Mickey chuckles]
[Legal] Mm!
The mob
were never very clever with nicknames.
If a guy had a big nose,
they called him "The Nose."
If he was short and his name was Tony,
they called him "Little Tony."
Oh, you remembered
the oil and vinegar. [kisses]
Of course, Legal. I'm not an amateur.
All right. Lay it on me.
I know you didn't come out here
just to bring me a sandwich.
You need sustenance too.
What's keeping you up at night?
[exhales] Oof, Legal, I
[sighs]
I can't see the forest
for the trees on this case.
I've got a shady DEA agent running around,
a crooked ex-cop, a cartel thug,
a disbarred lawyer and his idiot son,
and an innocent client in jail.
Plus, a victim I used to represent.
- The call girl?
- Yeah, Glory Days.
To top it all off,
I think I'm being followed.
That is not what they call
a winning hand, kid.
The cartel guy. What's his name?
Hector Moya.
Yesterday, I got a subpoena
to testify in his habeas petition.
He says he was set up
by the DEA agent and my old client.
This guy's case and Glory's murder
are connected somehow. I
I just just can't figure out how.
When was the habeas filed?
About six months ago.
And when were you papered by the lawyer?
[Mickey] Yesterday.
And I wasn't the only one.
They also served another woman
who used to work with Glory.
And the shady DEA agent.
So they file a habeas petition
but then wait six months
to send out the subpoenas?
- You don't think that's strange?
- Normally, I would.
But [scoffs]Legal, this kid lawyer,
he doesn't know his ass from his elbow.
He's taking orders from his old man
who's, by the way,
serving time for tax evasion.
And the old man didn't know any better?
No, no.
This doesn't add up, kid.
You gotta zoom out.
You're missing the big picture.
No shit, Legal.
I already told you I can't see it.
Because you're letting your own guilt
cloud your judgment.
You're still blaming yourself
for this woman's death.
[sighs quietly] Well,
at first, I thought it was me, you know,
telling her to snitch on Hector Moya
that got her killed.
Now I know she was just playing along.
You know, she was on the hook
to this DEA agent.
He was the one calling the tune.
So why are you still blaming yourself?
Because I didn't see it, Legal.
She was in trouble,
and I I could have helped her.
She just wouldn't come clean with me, and
[Legal] Kid,
if there's one thing I've learned,
it's that you gotta let the ghosts go,
or they will drag you under,
and you'll never be
the lawyer you need to be.
This woman made her own bed,
and there's nothing
you can do about that now.
But if you really got
an innocent client to defend,
then you gotta screw your head on fast
because there's no more noble a cause
on this planet than to stand for
the wrongly accused.
Do you hear me?
You can't fuck this up.
[tense music playing]
- [distant siren wailing]
- [horns honking]
[clicking]
[music continues]
[sighs gently]
[music continues]
[music softens]
[music builds]
[music intensifies]
- [Mickey] It's a fake.
- [music fades]
What's a fake?
The seal on Kendall Roberts' subpoena.
United States District Court.
Southern District of California.
Yeah, but Los Angeles is
the Central District of California.
The Southern District is in San Diego.
Here, look at mine.
See? That one's the real.
They filed it with the federal court.
Kendall's is bullshit.
Sly Jr. just photoshopped that seal in.
They never actually filed it.
You think he was being cheap?
Dodging filing fees?
For one subpoena?
That's a whole other level of cheap.
No, he was doing it on purpose.
He wanted Kendall to think it was official
so she'd talk to him.
But he didn't wanna go on record
with the court that he was doing it.
The question is why.
None of this makes any sense.
It's like Legal said yesterday.
Why did they wait so long
to serve the subpoenas in the first place?
And why dummy this one up?
Unless
What?
Unless we weren't the first subpoena.
[suspenseful music playing]
[slowly] Okay.
If not us, then who?
[Mickey] Glory Days.
That's what we've been missing.
Why would Hector Moya kill Glory Days?
He needed her.
If she really planted the gun,
her testimony could get him out of jail.
I'm not sure someone who kills people
for a living is thinking hard about it.
His lawyer is, even if he was disbarred.
On Daddy's orders, Sly Jr. files
Hector Moya's habeas petition on July 29.
What's the first logical thing they do?
Subpoena Glory Days to testify.
Two weeks later, she's dead.
Someone killed her
to keep her from testifying.
- Bingo.
- But who? Bishop?
Or the DEA agent De Marco?
I don't know yet.
Maybe both, maybe neither.
- Have you looked into De Marco yet?
- Yeah.
He's a decorated agent.
Nobody had a bad word to say about him,
and he hasn't got a blemish on his record.
Yeah, DEA agents are cowboys.
If he doesn't have a mark on his record,
it's because he's good
at covering his tracks.
Guys, hold on. We are walking into
some very dangerous territory here.
You can't just go pointing fingers
at cops and DEA agents without proof.
Forsythe will crucify us in court.
That's why we have to find the proof
as fast as we can.
I mean, the only thing we know for sure is
that whoever killed Glory wasn't Julian.
So we need to find out who it was.
We owe it to both of them.
So I'm thinking I've got this space,
and I've got this plan,
but I'm missing that
that Midas touch, your Midas touch,
where everything just turns to gold.
Go on, keep buttering me up.
So that gym is hiring
celebrity choreographers,
and I need star power to compete.
- And I'm the star power?
- With your TV cred?
If you came and taught
a couple classes a week at my studio,
it'd be a game changer.
The place would be packed.
I split the cut 50-50.
That's very generous, Izzy.
Okay, fine. Fine. 60-40.
I'm desperate, Cat.
I am not above begging.
[intriguing music playing]
I have a better idea.
Instead of teaching,
how about I sublease your studio
as a rehearsal space?
Sublease?
The show has us
in this crappy warehouse space
in the Arts District, and my knees
are about to walk off the job in protest.
- You want me to give up my studio?
- Just temporarily.
Bad Bunny's choreographer isn't gonna
slum it at that gym permanently.
You have to wait him out!
I'd have to be able
to cover the entire rent.
These producers pinch pennies
when it comes to salary
but have deep pockets
for the right location.
You'll turn a profit. I guarantee it.
Plus, it would be great marketing for you.
We could highlight the studio
in every episode.
- Okay. Let's do this!
- Yes!
[they laugh]
- Let's do it.
- Come on. Let me show you around.
[phone rings]
[ringing continues]
Andrea Freemann.
[tense music playing]
What?
[tense music continues]
[siren wailing]
[helicopter whirs overhead]
[indistinct chatter]
[whimpers quietly]
[footsteps echo]
[police radio chattering]
[breathes shakily]
[gasps]
[officer] You can't be here, ma'am.
Oh, I'm Andrea Freemann
from the DA's office.
I I got a call.
Can you tell me what happened?
[officer] Around 11:00 a.m.,
the victim was walking her dog
when she entered the park.
A jogger saw the whole thing.
There was a man waiting for her.
- Did he get away?
- [officer] No.
My partner and I were on patrol
when we saw a guy running
on Stadium Way with blood on his clothes.
We detained him
before we got called to the scene.
- Wait, he's here?
- Mm-hmm. Back of the cruiser.
We checked his ID.
He's the victim's ex-husband.
We figure he knew her routine,
waited for her to show, and then
Ma'am, are you okay?
Ma'am.
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[inhales shakily]
[music becomes unsettling]
- [music ends]
- [elevator bell dings]
[music plays over headphones]
Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Please hold. Hold!
- [slams door]
- [groans]
[sighs]
[knocking at door]
- [knocking continues]
- Delivery.
Gloria? You in there?
Gloria?
[lock beeps]
Gloria?
Gloria.
Ah shit.
- [Lorna] Hey.
- She's gone.
What? She's supposed to be in court
in an hour.
The judge won't give you
another continuance.
I know, Lorna.
Jesus's whole case depends on her.
If she doesn't testify,
he could get life in prison.
Wasn't that Road Saints guy
supposed to watch her?
What the hell is his name? Dennis?
No, I called him off. She seemed fine.
Something must have happened.
I'll tell you what happened.
You got her clean,
paid for a nice hotel room.
She billed a bunch of room service.
This woman played you, Mickey.
[Mickey] No.
No, that's not it.
Something else is going on here.
I gotta go, Lorna.
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[Eddie] You okay, Mr. Haller?
Mr. Haller?
I'm fine, Eddie. Just thinking.
[sighs] This time, we're all being played.
I'm gonna get to the fucking bottom of it.
[sighs heavily]
I'll be about ten minutes.
Wait for me around the corner.
Understood.
[quiet, tense music playing]
[knocks on door]
Sly?
Anyone here?
[knocks door] Sly?
[muffled thud]
[music intensifies]
[music plays over earbuds]
[Mickey] Sly?
[volume increases suddenly]
- What the fuck?
- Sorry, we have business to attend to.
- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Mickey Haller.
We spoke the other day
after you had the balls
to serve me a subpoena
on the courthouse steps.
You're gonna have to come back.
My practice is by appointment only.
Yeah, cut the shit, Sly. Just sit down.
You can't just barge in here.
No?
Then sue me. Sue me.
Good luck.
What do you want, Haller?
- You faked Kendall Roberts's subpoena.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
[Mickey] You probably didn't know
in advance
that serving Gloria Dayton on the record
would get her killed, but it did.
You wanted to make sure you didn't make
the same mistake twice with Kendall.
- That's what happened.
- You're full of shit.
Sure about that?
Get out of here now,
or I'll call the cops, man.
You're trespassing.
You go right ahead, Sly. Call them.
While you're doing that,
I'll call the State Bar Association,
tell 'em how you don't wipe your ass
unless your daddy signs off on it.
- You wouldn't do that.
- Try me.
He's practicing law without a license.
And you're practicing law
without a fucking clue.
And I'll mention the fake subpoena too.
[scoffs] Forging a federal court document.
That's that's a felony, all right?
Or
or we can help each other.
- How?
- We have a similar cause of action, Sly.
And you're in over your head.
[Sly Jr. sighs]
What exactly are you proposing?
Your father has a phone in Victorville.
Somewhere for you to reach him?
I know he does, Sly.
I talked to him on it the other night.
I can't call him.
He calls me, but only after lights out.
Victorville's got a cell phone jammer.
My dad's got a guy that turns it off.
Okay, so this is what you're gonna do.
Tonight, when he calls,
you tell him I'm coming up to Victorville
to see him.
What? He'll never go for that.
Well, he's gonna have to.
Tell him to put my name
on the visitors list.
I'm gonna register at the gate
as his lawyer, okay?
Hector Moya's too.
Yeah. From now on, Sly, you and I
are gonna be Hector Moya's cocounsel.
Cocounsel? This is bullshit!
I'll tell you what's bullshit, Sly.
I have an innocent client,
Julian La Cosse.
He's looking at life in prison for
something he didn't do. That's bullshit.
I'm not gonna let it stand.
But I also think Hector Moya is innocent.
At least he's innocent of the gun charges.
And I don't believe
he got Glory Days killed.
All right, so you help my client,
I'll help yours.
But, Sly, if I drive two hours up there,
and this doesn't go down
exactly like I just said,
you better believe
I'll be calling the California Bar.
Oh, and Sly, you should lock your door.
It's a sketchy neighborhood around here.
You know, everyone's right
about you, Haller!
- You're an asshole!
- [door closes]
[laid-back music playing]
[phone chimes]
[phone bleeps]
All right, let's go get some food, Eddie.
Who the fuck are you?
Agent James De Marco, DEA.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Haller.
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