04x05 - The g*ng Goes to w*r

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One, two, three, four.

No one goes to Afghanistan thinking it's gonna be pretty.

I understood.

Everybody in the unit understood that people were gonna die.

But what he did... By "he", you mean the defendant?

Yes, Sergeant Meyer.

What he did wasn't about fighting the enemy.

For him, it was a game.

He picked off this one old woman with a sn*per r*fle.

She wasn't a thr*at, she was just...

She was just walking.

The body was still lying there an hour later And the sergeant had us stop so he could yank out one of her teeth.

Her teeth?

The sergeant must have seen my look, because he said, "It's like antlers from a deer.

You can't go thinking they're human".

Later, I found out he had a... a mason jar full of teeth.

Did you witness him m*rder a child?

A ten-year-old boy.

Ghulam Dawood.

I knew the kid a little.

He came up to me once with a picture of LeBron James.

Big smile on his face.

That boy was no jihadi.

Once you were convinced Sergeant Meyer went on a rogue k*lling spree, did you take action to stop him? I did.

I fixed his sn*per r*fle so he couldn't get off a sh*t.

And when that didn't work, we went to the platoon leader.

We trusted the chain of command.

How's it been?

You know what it's like to testify against your superiors.

Some hate you, most ignore you, a few get it.

In what proportions?

A lot more hate.

What's that about?

Hey, De', you know, you said you fixed Meyer's r*fle.

How'd you do that? I hacked his scope. Why?

Oh, sh*t. You don't think... Don't say anything.

If it's about you, don't say anything.

Oh, f*ck. No, Demarcus, listen to me.

Ask for Captain Trudo. He's the best of the m*llitary lawyers.

Corporal Demarcus Laney, you're under arrest. Mention me.

What did I do? What? What? Hey, Lan-Laney. Shut up.

And remember, ask for Captain Trudo.

Do you need something? Oh, no.

No, it's just hard to get used to this.

A limo driving me up to a private jet.

Do it enough times, you get used to it.

What are enough times?

Five.

I got it.

Oh, no. My parents always taught me to carry my own luggage.

So did mine, and I'm being paid.

Thank you.

Hi. You got babysitting?

I did. And you brought a swimsuit?

I... No.

I'm going to work, right? Uh, yeah,

I have extra.

Come on. Hey, what's wrong?

Oh, nothing. I just broke up with somebody.

What, just now? Don't worry.

He was an assh*le.

And then he asked if I would look over his business plan. Oh, God.

It's a version of Bird but with Segways instead.

He only needs a few mil to get started.

I'm so sorry.

Three dates, and they always want something.

What about you?

Do I want something?

No. Do you get the same thing?

Do men want me for my money?

Oh, yeah, all the time.

It's a burden.

No, really. What's going on with you?

Nothing. I'm not that interesting.

f*ck you. I'm always the one talking.

You never share. There's nothing to share.

I have a toddler. I'm trying to make partner.

Have you heard of the lawyer's dilemma?

Work, family, fitness, friends, sleep.

You get to choose three of those.

Which are yours? Work, family, sleep.

Trade sleep for friends, and we have a deal.

Oh, sh*t, I left my phone on.

Lucca.

It's my plane. You can have it on.

Marissa, hey. What's up?

Diane wants you in the partner meeting in five minutes.

What? N-No, I'm... Marissa, I'm...

I'm joking.

Don't do that.

So, what's it like? Is there a hot tub? No.

You're kidding. Why have a private jet if you don't have a hot tub?

Since when?

So, you'll check in on Francesca for me?

This is the longest that she's looked after Joseph.

Got it. She's not gonna replace me as a friend?

Francesca? No, your rich friend.

Just remember, I'm funnier. Oh, yeah.

I'll remember when I'm sitting in a hammock on the beach.

See you in a few days. Buy me something.

I'm on my way there right now.

I need a month off.

No.

Then this is my notice. Wait.

You're my eyes and ears down there.

I know. And I need a month off to defend someone.

Who? Someone I owe my life to.

Who?

An Army corporal.

He's been charged with insubordination, sabotage and negligent homicide. All right.

So he has a m*llitary lawyer. Yeah, and they replaced him with a bad one.

He's going to court tomorrow. Okay. Wait.

Come with me. Where?

Don't be so suspicious.

Just come with me.

Uh, wait.

Uh... What? You're not doing this alone.

Mr. Firth. Liz.

Where's Adrian? Uh, New York.

At a legal conference. Oh. You two know each other?

Uh...

Not so much. Ye...

But to a certain degree. But we did the... the one case. Sure.

Yeah. Okay.

So, I need you to help Caleb with a case in m*llitary court I'd like Caleb to stay involved with things down here.

Okay? Sure.

Thanks.

I didn't ask... I know.

And you don't have to... No, it's...

It's my job.

Listen, um...

I just want you to know that I've never done anything like that before.

Me, neither. Wait, what are we talking about?

Going off together.

Um, I-I haven't been with anyone since my divorce.

It was just experimentation.

Right? Right.

And we move on.

Exactly. Moving on.

So, uh, what's the case?

Corporal Demarcus Laney.

He's a friend I served with in the Baghlan Province.

How long were you in the Army? Five years.

You don't seem like the type.

What's the type? I don't know.

J-Just not you.

Where is Baghlan Province?

Afghanistan.

Laney testified against a superior and admitted he'd sabotaged his sn*per r*fle.

Next day, his superior k*lled an Afghan translator, and they're blaming Laney's sabotage.

Why'd he sabotage the g*n?

Because his superior was committing w*r crimes.

Laney wanted to keep the r*fle from f*ring.

Okay, well, we'll...

We'll get a quick continuance to buy us some time.

All rise.

Okay.

Where are we on this?

Plaintiff is ready to proceed, Your Honor.

Defense asks the court for a continuance of 60 days.

Your Honor, that would be their fourth continuance.

I'm arguing an appeal before the Seventh Circuit on Thursday.

Can't be helped.

Your Honor, the last two continuances were granted because Mr. Jansen was going out of town for depositions.

Before that, he was on vacation.

Even litigators need a holiday.

This is a way to starve our case.

They are a deep pocket who can outwait us.

They'll get constant continuances, and then afterwards, they'll appeal.

And then they'll appeal those appeals, and not because they think that they can win but because they know we don't have the money to keep the case going.

So we'll quit.

60-day continuance granted.

Marked final.

All rise.

My God.

Look at yourself.

Go away. You don't exist.

You're damn right. A conservative with principles?

There don't seem to be any of those around here.

Well, it's very easy for you to stay true to your principles.

You don't live in the real world.

Go ahead. Make excuses for what you've become.

What's that? A bad judge.

Someone slides a piece of paper across your desk with "Memo 618", and you fold like origami.

Yeah, well...

Attention!

At ease.

Sergeant.

Corporal Laney, what was wrong with the attorney assigned to you?

I prefer the ones I have now, Your Honor.

The Army doesn't pay for civilian counsel.

Our firm has taken the case pro bono, Your Honor.

He will not be charged for our services.

m*llitary attorneys receive specialized training.

I've served in the Army, Your Honor. Sergeant Garlin.

You have legal training in the Army?

No, ma'am.

We understand there are differences between civilian and m*llitary practice and, uh, we move for a continuance to give us time to familiarize ourselves with the case and the rules of court-martial.

Denied.

Your Honor, we are only trying to ensure a fair trial.

So am I... justice delayed is justice denied.

Corporal Laney will not get extra time just for rejecting the counsel provided to him.

Opening statements begin tomorrow at 0900 hours.

Maybe we can get a real chair by then.

I'll get the exhibits ready.

Okay. Jay!

Hey.

Listen, this is a list of men who served in Afghanistan with a soldier that we're defending.

Can you see if they'll testify for him?

When do you need them?

We're in court tomorrow, so hurry.

Okay.

Your firm argue in m*llitary court?

Diane?

That bird has been staring at me.

Okay.

It's been there for ten minutes.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, sorry.

I just have nothing to do.

Wait, I thought you were chasing all those disappearing cases.

The Memo 618?

Yeah, well, I've moved on.

Why?

Threats.

We received threats. "We"?

Kurt and I. Well, it makes sense.

Once swatted, twice shy.

Listen, your old firm, did you argue in m*llitary court?

Um, my partner did, Will Gardner.

Was he in front of Leora Kuhn?

He was, yes.

Okay, what do you know about her?

You know, I'll...

I'll come back. Uh, no, uh...

Kuhn is tough.

By the book, but fair.

Uh, Will ended up liking her.

She just needs you to follow the rules of evidence.

Got it, thanks.

Excuse me?

Uh, yes?

Uh, how do I know you?

I don't know.

Who are you?

Diane Lockhart.

Oh! Oh, you're Diane.

It's nice to meet you. I've heard some good things.

Some interesting things.

Oh.

I-I'm sorry, it's just, I had a dream and... you were in it.

You were Weinstein's lawyer.

Really?

Oh, my God.

Well, I didn't do very well, did I?

It was nice meeting you.

Uh, hey, Diane?

Do you have a minute?

I'm arguing in front of the judge who used to work here.

Oh, Julius? Yes, Judge Cain.

And I... was wondering... if you could sit at my table?

It won't make any difference. Maybe not.

But we need any edge we can get.

May I ask you something?

What were you writing in there?

In your notes? Oh, nothing.

It looked like... dots.

It's just something I do.

You draw dots?

Yes.

Can I see?

I know, people think I'm crazy.

I've been doing it for a while now.

I'm up to 989,000.

Why?

It's calming.

I used to take notes.

Verbatim notes on every deposition, every meeting, trial, negotiation, and then I would go home and make notes on those notes.

And then I would review those notes and make even more notes and...

I... was an obsessive writer.

As a kid, it was my diary.

And then in college, my journal.

And then five years ago, I... lost my notebooks in a cab.

And then my hair fell out... because I was so worried.

But you know what happened?

Nothing.

Everything I ever wrote, it didn't matter.

Everything everybody wrote... pointless.

And that's when I started drawing dots.

I felt... like I accomplished something every time I completed a book.

And I'm almost up to a million.

So now when I watch the news, when I... see what's going on in the world...

... when I realize how little impact I have...

... I draw dots.

There is no work here, is there?

Sure there is. Where?

We spent the whole day at a resort.

Don't you like it here?

Yes, but I feel guilty.

I need to work.

Seriously!

This... is the work.

"This"? Yep.

I want to buy it.

The whole resort.

I'm not joking. Here.

See if you think it's a good deal.

And you're all willing to testify?

Yeah.

I saw Meyer k*ll a girl.

She couldn't have been more than 12.

One sh*t with a sn*per r*fle.

Do you think Laney went too far, sabotaging his g*n?

No, we complained about Meyer up the chain of command.

But nobody did anything.

So we use their testimony to substantiate Laney's account.

Yeah, and go after Meyer.

Wait, isn't it a mistake to go after a superior officer?

No, Laney's being court-martialed under Article 92, which is a double-edged sword.

It's wrong to "willfully disobey a lawful command of a superior officer".

The key word is "lawful".

A soldier has an affirmative duty to disobey, or even prevent, an unlawful order.

So we prove that Meyer's command was unlawful, and that Laney was... was right in trying to stop him?

Yeah.

Did you enjoy serving?

Uh... in Afghanistan, yeah, I did.

Why?

I liked my squad. Oh.

Did you ever k*ll anyone?

I did, from afar.

Was that hard?

No.

Would you go back?

Yeah.

So why lawyering?

I like this country.

I've seen other places I don't like.

And I want it to stay the same.

Well...

What are you thinking?

Uh...

I was just thinking that I haven't lived much of a life.

No.

No, you have.

I know enough to know that you have.

This, this, this is how we got in trouble last time.

Yeah, I know.

But I...

I didn't mind it.

Caleb, I am your...

Superior?

Where should we go?

Get me the defense motion from...

How are you, Judge?

Good.

Who are you?

Just a visitor.

I was hearing about you when you were at Reddick/Boseman.

You were on everyone's shortlist for a judgeship.

Is there, uh, something I can help you with, sir?

Oh, no, no, you're doing great already.

Your instincts are right on the money.

And you're young enough to go the distance, so... maybe I can help you. With what?

I move people up the ladder.

What are you talking about?

You don't become an appellate judge by seniority.

You get there by listening.

You just keep doing what you're doing.

Just wanted to say hello.

Who are you?

My number.

Oh, I ran into Oscar Griegson in the hall.

He's before you today.

He's a big donor.

I'll tell him I spoke to you.

All stand.

Mr. Oscar Griegson and Ms. Chang, approach, please.

I've read your papers in support of a 60-day continuance, Mr. Griegson. Denied.

Excuse me, Your Honor? Ms. Chang, are you ready to proceed?

I am. I-I would like to remind the court that... the defense simply isn't prepared to go forward at this time.

You've got until 1:00 p.m. today.

If that's still not enough time, I'm sure Ms. Chang here would be happy to accept my default judgment against you.

Next case, people! Let's go!

The facts of the case aren't in dispute.

Corporal Laney confessed on the stand that he stole an M24 sn*per r*fle from Sergeant Meyer, his superior, and sabotaged it.

The next day, Sergeant Meyer tried to use that w*apon on a patrol, and, instead of k*lling the target, his b*llet hit translator Ahmad Mowad in the head, k*lling him instantly.

This should be cut and dried.

But the civilian defense team will try to muddy the waters.

They'll tell you the problem isn't Laney.

It's Sergeant Meyer.

So let me tell you about him, before they do.

Sergeant Meyer is an exemplary soldier.

So brave in combat... Let me take the opening.

Why? Who delivers it matters.

What? Because I'm a woman?

No, because you're a civilian.

The defense will try to vilify Sergeant Meyer in an attempt to shore up their weak case. No, let me.

But I think you will agree, Corporal Laney committed a criminal offense contrary to Article 92 of the UCMJ.

That is all, Honor Advocate.

Thank you. Defense?

Good morning.

The prosecutor... There's no prosecutor here.

Trial counsel and defense.

Of course.

Trial counsel, Mr. Brigham...

Major Brigham.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Major Brigham would have you believe that the defendant is a rogue actor and that his behavior was driven by resentment of a superior officer.

Instead, he had real and justified anxiety that Sergeant Meyer... was a dangerous man.

As you listen from the jury box...

There is no jury here.

That is a panel of members.

Of course.

We will prove to you that Corporal Laney's actions were brave and reasonable in light of the circumstances.

And now my cocounsel will walk you through those reasons.

You're right.

Corporal Laney tried, repeatedly, to get Sergeant Meyer to change his behavior.

So did other men in the unit, other men who will testify about Meyer's disregard for human life, recklessness, and unwillingness to follow m*llitary protocols or the laws of w*r.

What Major Brigham here wants you to forget is that there are limits to obedience, even in the Army.

Apparently, he forgot his training.

But I haven't.

I'm sure you haven't either.

The chain of command doesn't mean that you do anything your C.O. tells you.

Every grunt learns on the first day that there are commands and commanders you must disobey.

This is a chess clock.

When you argue motions, start it, and you'll have 45 seconds to complete your argument.

That is unfair, Your Honor.

Only for those who want to give speeches. This is a rocket docket.

That's what you are doing.

If you're objecting, Counselor, start the clock.

I can't distill my argument down to 45 seconds.

We're fine over here.

The legal doctrine of laches says that when one party delays unreasonably, the court may intervene.

So, Mr. Griegson, you're on notice.

No more delays.

Ms. Chang, you're the plaintiff here.

You're up first.

Let's go.

Sergeant Meyer, isn't it true that you are being court-martialed for m*rder down the hall?

Objection, Your Honor. Relevance.

Ms. Reddick wants to distract from her own client's crimes by smearing the witness. The accusations

to putting our client's actions into context.

Overruled. You may answer, Sergeant.

On the advice of counsel, I assert my right under the Fifth Amendment against self-incrimination.

Sergeant, you understand, if you assert that right, you cannot answer any question put to you?

Yes, Your Honor. We move to release the witness.

If he's not gonna answer the questions... Your Honor, the defense is entitled to question the witness.

If he doesn't want to answer, the panel can draw its own conclusions.

The defense is just hoping the panel will hold this exercise of constitutional rights against him.

I agree.

Sergeant Meyer, isn't it true that you used a 15-year-old girl wearing a blue hijab crossing the town square as target practice?

Didn't you strangle a 17-year-old Afghan boy who was seeking medical treatment?

I refuse to answer on the grounds that doing so may incriminate me.

Isn't it also true that you collected teeth and trophies from your victims?

My answer to this question and to future questions is I will assert my Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination. If I were innocent, hearing all these accusations against me, I would feel an overwhelming desire to defend myself.

Objection. Sustained.

Nothing further.

You may step down, Sergeant.

Your Honor, I also have questions for the witness.

Major Brigham just finished arguing that questions were useless.

And he was overruled.

Go ahead, Major.

Isn't it true that Ms. Reddick hopes that, by making wild accusations that you can't deny, she'll persuade the panel that you're a dangerous man?

I assert my Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination.

Just to make it clear how ludicrous this defense strategy is, could you please confirm, Sergeant Meyer, that you are, in fact, an alien sun god?

I refuse to, on the grounds it may incriminate me.

Isn't it also true that you slaughter unicorns, Sergeant?

On the advice of counsel, I refuse to answer, on the grounds it may incriminate me.

Yeah. So, the resort is in great condition.

No major debts.

Good. So what's the worry?

Hurricane insurance.

That's why the ask is so low.

You'll just have to get another million off the price.

You play poker?

Do I... What?

Play poker.

I want you to meet some friends.

What?

What is this?

Some friends.

It used to be a book group, but then we got bored, so... now it's poker.

What friends?

(BLEEP)

Oh. Oh, my God.

She's a... she's a mogul, a billionaire.

No.

Half a billion, on a good day.

And (BLEEP).

(BLEEP)?

As in... ? Yes.

The performer?

We call her Tee.

She's just like everyone else here.

Yeah, Bianca, she's-she's not.

She's... Lucca, you're gonna be fine.

You're late.

This is your friend? Yes. Lucca.

This is (BLEEP), (BLEEP), and (BLEEP).

Hey. Hi.

I'm-I'm sor... I didn't know we were... coming or I'd have worn pants.

Okay!

Let's play or I won't have time to kick your asses.

I'm not really that much of a poker player.

Oh, we mostly play for charity.

Where are we starting the pot, ten or 20? Last time, we did 20.

Uh, Bianca, can I ask a question?

Um...

"Ten or 20", that's... ?

Thousand. Yeah, I'm gonna watch.

No, I'm spotting you. No.

Please, I can't pay. I'm spotting you.

I want to have some fun tonight.

Come on.

I'm good for it. I'll spot you 50.

What if I lose?

It goes to charity.

Sit down.

Have some fun.

What's wrong?

Come on. Sit down. We don't bite.

We sure don't. No. Relax, girl.

We are starting at 15.

Hey. Yeah, on the table.

The champs. The champs.

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Currently on C-SPAN, _ a glimpse of President Tr*mp during his valuable executive time.

We go now to President Tr*mp in the Oval Office.

Mike Pence!

Where is Mikey Pence?!

All the presidential portraits are staring at me!

And no one will tell me which one is Hamilton.

You called for me, Mr. President?

What's the latest on the evangelicals?

Are they still with me?

Till the end of the world.

Or November.

Whichever comes first.

Good, good.

Then I can have some executive time.

Who's at the door?

Is that the pizza guy?

Thank you.

I smelled hamberders.

Scuse me!

It's disgusting, the way they write about Meghan compared to the way they write about Kate.

Well, it is the British tabloids.

The one-drop rule is alive and well.

Imagine if Meghan didn't straighten her hair.

Okay, where are we? It's you.

I call. Pair of sixes.

I got nothing. Read 'em and weep, ladies.

Full house, twos and nines. Damn it.

Three fives.

Lucca?

I swear, this has never happened to me.

Oh, just put 'em down. What?

Four jacks.

Wow!

Well, go ahead, take the pot, bitch.

Okay, sushi break. A short one.

Give me time to win it back.

Um, no, Bianca, I...

I can't take this. Sure you can.

They can afford it. Plus, they're having a blast.

Uh, yeah, but, uh, it wasn't my money to start with, it was yours. So?

If someone gives you money to go to a carnival, and you win a stuffed animal or a goldfish, do you give it back?

Yeah, but this-this is not a goldfish or a stuffed animal.

How about I quit, and you play with my winnings. No. You're being ridiculous.

You can pay me back the original 50, but the rest is yours.

Look, if you're that uncomfortable, just lose.

Okay. So, how much is there?

Half a million.

What?

But don't forget: 20%... goes to charity.

Out.

Call.

Let's see it. I have nothing.

Two threes.

Damn it. It's yours.

What? What-what do you have?

Nothing.

It's yours, Lucca!

Congratulations!

A million and a half dollars!

We got a problem. What?

Tr*mp's Twitter feed?

Damn. "Sergeant Meyer is one of our great fighters.

Effective immediately, I'm pardoning him so he can continue to serve this great country".

Jesus. "Stop hounding him, and get back to business".

Okay, okay, so we-we still have the squad members to testify to what Meyer did; the pardon doesn't matter.

No. They're not testifying.

What? How do you know? I called them.

First thing I did. They're worried about Meyer, now that he's pardoned, that he's gonna come after them.

Oh, my God.

These guys fight t*rrorists and they dismantle IEDs.

I don't understand why they're afraid to speak up.

It's not cowardice.

Meyer keeps his command, he's back to being their superior.

They got to work with him again.

They may have to work with him for years.

All right, that... makes sense.

You know, there is... one witness we can call now.

Thank you.

Wake up, Cinderella.

Ten-hut!

At ease.

Does the defense have anything else?

We have one more witness, Your Honor.

The defense recalls Sergeant Meyer to the stand.

The defense has already wasted the court's time with this cynical tactic, Your Honor. The sergeant made it clear he would not answer your questions, Ms. Reddick. Yes.

But within the last 24 hours, the sergeant has been pardoned for his actions in Afghanistan, so he no longer has a Fifth Amendment right.

He must answer. Your Honor...

The Supreme Court precedent is Burdick v. United States.

The relevant passages are there.

Recall Sergeant Meyer.

Sergeant, isn't it true that Mr. Ahmad Mowad was sh*t in the afternoon around 3:00 p.m.?

Uh... 1500 hours?

I plead the Fifth, same as before.

You must answer the questions, Sergeant.

You have no Fifth Amendment right.

So it's true you sh*t Mr. Mowad at 1500 hours?

Affirmative.

And Corporal Laney has admitted to taking your g*n around dinnertime the evening before.

Can you confirm that he had access to your g*n at that time?

Yes. And at no other time before Mr. Mowad was k*lled?

That's right. I have a document here stating that you practice every morning with your g*n. Objection.

Trial counsel has not been given a copy of this mysterious document.

This is a transcript of your opening statement, Major.

I'm assuming you told the truth.

Overruled, Major.

Actually, we did more than assume; we checked.

The AAMS keeps a log of b*ll*ts used during target practice.

Sergeant, isn't this your name right here, practicing on the morning that Mr. Mowad was k*lled?

Yes. So you knew that your g*n was working fine that morning, whatever Corporal Laney did the night before?

No. Sergeant.

Before you continue, uh, please understand that you were only pardoned for your actions in Afghanistan.

And if you lie on the stand today, that's a new crime: perjury.

And that's why the prosecutor's here.

So you knew that your g*n was working fine when you sh*t the translator?

Sergeant?

I may... I may have.

Nothing further.

Sergeant, the difference between a civilian and a combatant isn't quite as clear in Afghanistan as we might imagine, is it?

No, it isn't. For example, don't t*rrorists send children and the elderly to find American sn*per nests, assuming we'll be too squeamish to sh**t, so they can use that information to set traps for our soldiers? That is correct.

In this tweet, President Tr*mp calls you a warrior...

Objection. This is our commander in chief, Your Honor, speaking to an issue pertinent to this court.

Ask your question.

President Tr*mp calls you a warrior, Sergeant, and says, "I see nothing wrong with how Sergeant Meyer behaved.

He was only doing his duty.

We need our warriors to be tough these days".

Do you believe...

Corporal Laney, your subordinate, not only disobeyed orders but prevented you from doing your duty?

Yes.

Nothing further.

Well?

I can't tell.

What's this? A file.

For what? Some case.

Well... ?

Well, what?

I... helped her buy a resort.

You're kidding. Oh, my God.

But I'm still the better friend, right?

Always. So, I have a question for you.

Hit me.

I won some money playing poker, and she lent me my stake. How much?

How much did she lend? No, how much did you win?

Fifteen hundred.

Oh. Well, that was anticlimactic.

But she lent me the money to bet, so... shouldn't I give her all the winnings?

No. She doesn't need $1,500.

Keep it. What if it's a lot more?

Don't ask me how much.

Okay? Okay.

How much? No matter how much money, I should give it all to her, right? No.

If you feel guilty, get her a gift.

Something a rich person needs.

What does a rich person need?

Love.

Have you, um... started?

Mm. All rise.

You look calmer. Well... what have we got?

Lonergan vs. Syncrest, Inc. Eminent domain.

Ah. Counselors, welcome back.

Is everybody ready to get going?

Yes, Your Honor. Actually, Your Honor, my client is unable to be here today.

Aw. Why is that? He's in New York ringing the opening bell at the stock exchange.

Oh. Impressive.

Your Honor, the defendant is still harming my client's business.

You're suggesting, Counselor, that any further delays might be prejudicial? Yes, and if I may explain...

No need. I agree. Injunction granted.

Your Honor, if I... No. You had 24 hours to present your client... you failed.

Judgment for the plaintiff.

Congratulations.

Well, thank you, Diane.

I think he saw you over here.

No, I don't think that was it.

Enter.

Diane. What's up?

I think you and I should have lunch.

Why? To trade information about Memo 618.

So, what do you think?

I can never tell.

Have you reached a verdict?

Corporal Laney, please stand.

On the charge of negligent homicide, the panel finds the defendant, Army Corporal Demarcus Laney, not guilty.

On the charge of insubordination, not guilty.

And on the charge of damage to m*llitary property, guilty.

The panel imposes a sentence of time served.

Corporal Laney, you may go.

Court adjourned. Attention!

Nice work. You, too.

Feels good to win for a change.

You have to get home to Malcolm?

Oh, uh... no, Malcolm is, uh, with his father tonight.

Want to grab dinner?

What are we doing?

We're experimenting.

Yeah.

How much?

Without the frills.

Someone left a gift for you.

No. Come to me in good faith, and I might change my mind.

I'll call you back.

Wow! Yeah, well, I don't trust the internet.

Okay.

When I say someone needs help, help him. And if I don't?

Someone's following us.

DNC came to my office.

Seriously?

They want me to run for President.

You are really cutting into my self-esteem.

It's written: when justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous, but terror to evil-doers.