03x18 - Don't Say a Word

[bunniefuu]

Get him, get him... oh...

He's changing it up, mixing levels.

You're drunk.

You swore if I let the
girls sleep here tonight,

- you wouldn't drink.
- And I didn't.

Not till I tucked them in.

For God's sake, woman.

Who d*ed and made you sheriff of Boring?

Look at you, you can barely stand.

What if there was an emergency?

What if you had to take one
of the girls to the hospital?

The girls are fine.

And you lost the right to
lecture me when you walked out.

So why don't you give me those keys?

Not with my girls here.

Oh, really?

This is my ranch,

those are my keys
and I want you off my property.

I'm going

and I am taking those girls with me!

And as soon as I can find a lawyer,

I am gonna demand full custody.

The hell you are.

Well, the girls and I, we
did our regular bedtime routine.

Gave them a bath, read to them.

One book turned into three.

And then we said our prayers together.

And after I'd finally gotten them down...

I turned on the TV
and I had a few drinks.

And then what happened?

Mr. Reed?

I heard a squeak,

on the stairs.

As if someone was making their
way up towards the bedrooms.

To the bedrooms?

Where your daughters were sleeping.

Yeah.

And-and like I said,
I-I'd had a few drinks,

the-the whole house was dark.

I grabbed my g*n.

I mea... I really couldn't see,

and I just wanted to protect my girls.

Could you see that it was a woman?

Not in the dark, and not from the back.

She was wearing a-a coat
and a baseball cap.

But when she fell down the stairs,

and when I finally saw her, I...

No more questions, Your Honor.

How does the jury find?

On the charge of m*rder,

we the jury find the defendant Derek Reed

not guilty.

Oh, my God. Yes.

- Thank you, Ms. Lindsay.
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you for saving my life.

Victor, Sandy.

I can't thank you enough
for taking care of Lila and Mae

for me during this horrible ordeal.

But now it's time for my girls
to come back home.

No.

Hell no.

I don't give a damn what that jury said.

You m*rder*d our daughter.

And there's no way on God's Earth

I'm gonna let you anywhere
near our grandchildren.

Evening.

I'd just like to grab a seat at the bar.

Bar's full, sir.

Well, then, could I get a table?

For one, sir?

It's just me.

It's Friday night, sir.
We're fully committed.

I know you have that room
back there where you keep

extra ties and jackets
for people who show up without.

Do you think maybe you've got
someone back there

that would sit with me?

Ha, ha.

You don't want to go take a look?

Who knows, you might stumble
across your sense of humor.

♪ You say you feeling flexible ♪

Your bag have jokes printed on them?

"Why don't Americans eat snails?

Because they like fast food."

Huh?

Huh? But wait, there's more.

"How did the burger propose to the fry?

With an onion ring."

Big finish:

"Why do hamburgers go to the gym?

To get better buns."

Hmm.

And people say there is no God.

Hello, No Caller I.D.
What can I do for you?

You doing anything this weekend?

Diana.

Uh, damn, we're going into a tunnel.

I'm gonna lose you.

Can I call you back in ten minutes?

Diana.

I asked you a question.

Listen, I have been trying

to get ahold of you for two months.

And, look,
I know I invited you to New York

and then I uninvited you
to New York, but...

You doing anything this weekend?

Excuse me?

There's a plane ticket for
tomorrow's noon flight to Houston

waiting for you at Kennedy Airport.

And I just texted you
the address of a hotel

and a room number in a town
called Katy, Texas,

about miles outside of Houston.

Rent a car at the airport, meet
me at that room at : p.m.,

but leave your bags in the car.

Bring a week's worth of clothes
and don't tell anyone...

Wait-wait a sec,
wait-wait a sec, wait a second.

So you think
that I am gonna hop on a plane

just 'cause you snap your fingers

and I'm feeling a little guilty?

Oh, I'm certain of it.

Welcome to Katy, Texas, sir.

Mm. What are we doing here?

Well, it's miles outside
of Houston and I don't know

a soul who lives here,
and I'm guessing neither do you.

And I wouldn't want people to know

we're gonna be in this room together.

Wow.

I guess this means you forgive me now.

No. This means I don't forgive you.

Not yet.

So I've been representing
this very wealthy man,

Derek Reed.

He was accused of murdering his wife.

Okay, and you need help.

No, trial's over. I won.

- I'm impressed.
- Mm.

Now his wife's parents are suing

for the custody
of their two little girls.

Blake Powers, my firm's senior
family law attorney,

is handling that case.

- He any good?
- Well,

if you listen to him,
he's the best in Texas.

I'm waiting for a punch line.

Well, here it comes.

Did you know that Texas
is the only state of the Union

where you have the right
to request a jury trial

in a child custody case?

I did not know that.

So is that why I'm here?

You want me to help
this colleague of yours?

No. I want you to help the other side.

I want you to help these
children's grandparents.

Aha.

You think your guy did it, don't you?

m*rder*d his wife.

You know I can't answer that question.

In fact, I will go to my grave
denying we ever had

- this conversation.
- What conversation?

I'm serious, Jason.

Me reaching out to you like this,

it could get me fired, even disbarred.

Excuse me a moment.

Okay. That's my car.

So, are you gonna do this for me?

What, we can't have dinner?

I haven't forgiven you yet.

When will that be?

Well, when you win.

What's this?

The keycards for this room.

You're only to come here when I call you.

On that piece of paper is the
grandparents' name and address.

They're expecting you at their house

tomorrow morning at : a.m.

I called from a public phone,
pretended I worked for you.

You're scary.

No, baby, I'm thorough.

You stay here ten minutes,
I'm leaving now.

Don't you think you're
being a little dramatic?

How about we order room service?

I'll hide in the bathroom
when they deliver the food.

I'm very good at hiding in bathrooms.

In fact, I've won awards for it.

Okay. This room is a place
for you and I to talk.

About the case,

period.

Thank you.

I don't even remember saying yes.

Well, I do, and I'm very grateful.

I don't get it.

You are a New York City trial scientist,

and you came all the way down here

to help us.

And how did you even come
to hear about our case?

An attorney here in Houston
was outraged by the verdict

in your daughter's m*rder trial,
reached out to me.

But that attorney insists
on remaining anonymous.

And is he paying you?

No.

Derek Reed paying you?

No.

Hey, Victor, bring the doctor out front!

That Derek's a charmer.

Had us completely fooled.

I realized pretty quick his ranch foreman

was doing all
the heavy lifting out there.

Left Derek with a lot
of free time on his hands

which he spent mostly drinking.

Yeah. Brought out a mean temper in him.

And how long had they been separated?

Barely three weeks.

She'd just moved herself and the girls

in here with us.

Hadn't even filed for divorce yet.

Any idea what possessed your daughter

to go over to the ranch
at that late hour?

No.

The girls were
spending the night with Derek.

Amanda went out
to the grocery store and then...

...she just never came back.

Police said he called her

about minutes before the k*lling.

It's a good sign, don't you
think, that the custody judge

is letting us keep Lila and Mae
through the trial?

Well, maybe.

But it'll be up to the jury
to make the final decision.

Well, that Derek sure knows

how to charm a jury.

Mr. Harper,

figuring out what to say to a jury

is what I do.

I'd like to help you.

But I can't make you take my help.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
you're our man.

Isn't that right, Victor?

You just get me those kids.

Oh...

Hello?

Good morning.

I'm in Houston.

Uh-huh.

Say hello to Diana for me.

This has nothing to do with
Diana, it's strictly business.

Whatever you say.

I need you to clear everyone's schedule

for a few weeks and book a flight

to Houston for you and Benny.

The two of us?

H-How soon?

Well, right now; tomorrow's Monday.

The thing is, I don't think that I can.

I have this doctor thing.

It was really hard to get

and it's very time-sensitive and...

You all right?

I'm fine. It's just...

it's really just something
I need to attend to.

Okay.

Well, talk to Taylor, see if she can

make arrangements for her son.

Since the parties cannot agree

as to what's in the
children's best interest,

let me share the guardian
ad litem's recommendations.

The guardian found nothing
in her investigation

to warrant overturning the preference

for keeping the children
with their biological parent.

Moreover, she reports...

Here it is.

"While Lila didn't wish to choose between

"her father and her grandparents,

"her younger sister Mae definitely wants

"to live with her father.

Therefore, "it's the guardian's
recommendation that the children

be returned to their father, Mr. Reed."

Forgive me, Your Honor,

but if I understand you correctly,

this court-appointed guardian

is basing her decision
solely on the whims

of a four-year-old girl who's grieving

the loss of her mother and
misses the house she grew up in?

Does that make sense to you?

We're the grown-ups in the room.

And we're the ones
who should think long and hard

before handing these girls
over to the man

who sh*t their mother.

It was an accident. Everybody
knows it was an accident.

Your Honor, my client has come here today

with a fair and reasonable offer

and has only been met with hostility

- and outright provocation.
- Save it for the courtroom, Counselor.

It is obvious the parties
are too far apart

to resolve their differences
in mediation. Therefore,

we will commence with trial.

But I want to make
one thing absolutely clear.

This is a custody hearing.

Not a retrial of Mr. Reed's
m*rder charge.

Mr. Reed was acquitted in a court of law.

And I will not allow any evidence

attempting to prove that Mr. Reed

intentionally k*lled his wife.

Is that understood?

Yes, Your Honor.

Well,

make yourselves at home, why don't you?

Everybody comfy?

What's not to like?

They make your bed, they bring you food.

- Life is good.
- She's only saying that

'cause she doesn't have to go into court.

- Hmm.
- Now, I'm not gonna lie.

Being able to tell the jury
that Derek m*rder*d his wife

would have made a real difference.

Not sure we have much
of a hand to play anymore.

Well, we just got to shuffle
the deck a little.

Find some other way to show the jury

that Derek is an unfit parent.

Well, first thing tomorrow,
I'm gonna start looking

for domestic disturbance reports,

um, complaints from
neighbors, medical records.

Benny's right, there's
got to be something.

And I'm gonna keep boning up
on this Texas custody law.

And I am going to bed.

I will see you both
in the lobby, : a.m.

See you then.

And the more Derek drank,

the more worried I got for my daughter.

And for those little girls.

And what makes you say that?

Did you... ever witness an incident

where Derek put Lila and Mae in danger?

Well, about a year ago,
Derek and Amanda and the kids,

they came over to our place
for a barbecue.

Derek went through the better part

of a bottle of whiskey that night.

And when Amanda told him

there was no way he was
driving the family home,

he got angry.

Screamed at her.

Got so riled up,

he slammed the porch door
and broke the window glass.

Lila and Mae were terrified.

And my Amanda...

I should have done something then.

Protected my child.

Protected my child's children.

Before it's too late.

Talk to me. Unless these people

are made of stone, you got to be

staring at more green than red.

The mirror jurors appear
to be very moved by Victor.

Of course, it's still early.

That's okay. I try my best
to savor the good times

when they present themselves.

Now, taking care
of two active little girls

when you're in your s,
that can't be easy.

My wife and I relish it.

Lila and Mae, they,

they keep us young.

Of course, if you are awarded

full custody, well, you'll be able

to afford some help, won't you?

Much bigger house.

All the things that make life easier.

Maybe a nanny, maybe a cook.

'Cause you will have
control of the trust fund

that Derek's parents set up for the girls

before they d*ed, isn't that true?

If you're implying
my wife and I want those girls

for any reason other
than that we love them

and that we believe
that their father is unfit

to care for them, you are dead wrong.

Hmm.

We don't care about Derek's family money.

He can keep it.

We have plenty enough

to provide for those girls.

Marissa, do they believe him?

They certainly do.

That...

is very admirable, Mr. Harper.

Clear to me...

to the jury, I'm betting...

you're a man of high moral character.

I'd like to think so.

Not a doubt in my mind.

Hmm.

Hey...

Mr. Harper...

do you happen to know
a woman named Nadine Johnson?

Yes.

Did you have a romantic relationship

with Ms. Johnson roughly years ago?

Objection.

- Relevance.
- I promise, Your Honor,

I'm about to make the connection.

Overruled.

Witness will answer the question.

Yes.

And did you and Ms. Johnson

have a child together?

Yes.

Did you have any role
in raising that child?

No.

No, I did not.

Well...

so will you mind telling the court

why you think you
should be granted custody

of your grandchildren when in the past

you saw fit to abandon your own child?

Did you know about this?

No.

Never.

No.

You should have told us
about the child, Mr. Harper.

If you had just filled us in,
we could've gotten ahead of it.

There's not much to tell.

Her name was Nadine.

We were both .

It was a summer fling.

Not a care in the world.

Then one day, boom...

out of nowhere, she's pregnant.

I figured it was a sign.

So I said, "Okay. Let's get married."

And she said the damnedest thing to me.

She said, "I really don't want to."

She wanted to go back home to Indiana.

She had a high school
sweetheart back there... she...

wanted him to be the man
she brought up the baby with.

She wouldn't even discuss it.

Jimmy.

Yeah. Name's Jimmy.

He's a civil engineer in Colorado.

Got a boy of his own.

Jimmy.

I've been married to you
for almost years.

I never once heard you say that name.

Your son's name.

Not when we decided to get married,

not when we decided to have a baby.

And not even when
our only child was m*rder*d.

I wanted to tell you.

No, you didn't.

You've been lying to me
our whole marriage.

Now your lies are gonna
cost us our granddaughters!

Our granddaughters!

We are gonna lose Lila and Mae over this!

Are you happy?

- Are you proud of yourself?
- No! Stop it!

Stop yelling at Grandpa! Stop!

Honey, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Grandma was just upset for a little bit.

But everything's okay.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

Tell me you can fix this.

Honey, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Tell me there's something we can do.

Tell us there are no more secrets.

Shh...

You have my word.

_

Derek and Powers have been in the office

celebrating all afternoon.

They're gonna give him
those kids, aren't they?

You know the answer to that.

Yeah. He's gonna get what he wants...

'cause years ago a -year-old kid

got a girl he met one summer pregnant,

and I know one

has nothing to do with
the other, and you know one

has nothing to do with
the other, but juries...

What are we gonna do?

Well, I know what I'm gonna do.

I am gonna plead with you

to tell me everything
you can about this guy,

anything that could make a difference,

- 'cause short of that...
- Jason,

I can't do that.
You know I can't do that.

It's such a gross violation of ethics.

I was this man's lawyer.

Well, now I'm basically
these little girls' lawyer,

and I would like to win,
for them, for you, for me.

So for God's sakes, will you talk to me?

- I can't!
- Then what the hell

did you rent this room for?

You won't talk to me.
You won't eat with me.

You won't sleep with me.

- You are a pig!
- You're damn right.

I'm a pig who likes to win.

♪ And as that moon ♪

♪ Drifts through the sky ♪

♪ Mama's gonna sing you ♪

♪ A lullaby. ♪

Okay, sweet pea,
it's time to go night-night.

No, I'll sing to you
again tomorrow night.

I love you.

You mock, you die.

No, no, no, not me. I am mock-less.

Mauricio had a bad dream.

Doesn't really understand
his mom being so far away.

You and your ex must be pretty amicable

for him to reach out to you like that.

Mm, I wouldn't go straight to amicable,

but we do both really love
our little boy.

And I've never once worried

that Mauricio's unsafe with him.

Or that I might get sh*t in the back.

The thought that that k*ller

might get custody
of those little girls...

I know.

I take it you didn't find
any dirt on Derek?

No, and I know Bull's got it in his head

that there's something to find,

but I'm coming up empty.

Hey. What're you doing?

Finish your food.

No, no, I got to see this through.

Amanda's social media feeds.

I keep hoping I'll find
a picture of Amanda

or one of the girls
with a bruise or a cast.

Ah, what a wonderful thing to wish for.

Now, Mr. Reed,

did you and your wife ever fight?

All couples fight,

and we had our fair share.

And then, when Amanda came and
told me she wanted a divorce,

maybe we had more than our fair share,

but we did our best not to
let it affect the children,

not to let it upset Lila and Mae.

Now we have heard stories
about your drinking.

It's true.

I let my drinking get
out of control for a while,

and, uh, I know it's-it's no excuse,

but I-I'd just lost both my parents,

and I was trying to run a ranch,
and on top of that,

my marriage was falling apart,

so I drank.

They're feeling sorry
for him, aren't they?

I'm afraid so.

I've not had a drink since...

since the night of the accident.

That was quite a performance
our sharpsh**ter dad gave.

Any ideas about what
to come back at him with?

Wait a minute.
Looks like we have company.

Found you guys.

I hope that's not all you found.

Any luck with the photos?

Actually, interestingly, I found
a peculiar absence of photos.

You lost me at "actually."

Turns out Amanda and Derek
went to Italy last year.

Soon as she got there,
she started posting photos,

but by day two of the trip, nothing.

Wait a minute, they went on vacation?

Who only posts a day's worth of
photos when they're on vacation?

Nobody, certainly not an
obsessive poster like Amanda,

so I worked every
Italian contact I ever had

from my Homeland days, and...

well, you can read for yourselves.

Mr. Reed,

it is our understanding

that you and your late wife

took a big trip to Italy last year.

Objection, Your Honor. Relevance?

Mr. Powers, you just spent
the entire morning questioning

Mr. Reed about events in his marriage.

Why shouldn't I allow opposing
counsel the same liberty?

Overruled.

Witness will answer the question.

Yes. We did go to Italy.

Amanda had always wanted to go,

so I surprised her

- with tickets for her birthday.
- Aw.

That's nice.

And while you were in Rome,

Amanda ended up at the hospital

with a broken cheekbone, is that correct?

She did. We were staying
at this beautiful old hotel...

very quaint... um, but the
bathtub was super slippery,

and there was nothing to hold on to,

nothing to give your feet traction

when you were getting in or out.

So sure enough, one night,

Amanda fell and-and she cracked her cheek

on the edge of the tub.

No, I know, I know, that-that's what you

told the hospital, but according
to hospital records,

when Amanda had a moment alone,
she confessed that the injuries

were a result of you hitting her.

Objection.

Your Honor,

these records have not been
introduced or authenticated.

Right you are. My mistake.

Your Honor, I'd like
to introduce as Exhibit

these hospital records

and a notarized affidavit
from the hospital administrator.

So admitted.

So, exactly how hard
did you have to hit your wife

to break her cheekbone, Mr. Reed?

Must have been quite a wallop.

Your Honor.

Never mind. I withdraw the question.

He's very good at this.

♪ Ow! ♪

Well...

don't you look like the
cat who ate the canary.

Actually, I haven't eaten yet.

Which is why I ordered room service.

You could hide in the bathroom
when they knock.

You got my text?

"The worm turns."

- You the worm?
- Worm. Pig. Whatever works.

We had a very good day in court today.

Thought you'd want to hear about it.

I gathered as much.

Looks like you're doing just
what I thought you would do.

You're kicking his ass.

I'm sorry I called you a pig.

I'm sorry I said
I want to sleep with you.

Okay, that's a lie.

That's okay.

Mine was a lie, too.

Hmm. Have you eaten?

Mm-mm.

Prove it.

Bring that mouth over here.

You should get that.

It could be Benny about the case.

It's a text.

It'll hold. Benny's a big boy.

He can hold down the fort all by himself.

Hmm.

I don't have a Benny.

Oh. Wonder what this is about.

I've been summoned
to the judge's chambers

at : a.m. tomorrow morning.

Well, how weird is this?

I got summoned to the judge's chambers

at : a.m. tomorrow morning.

I just lost my appetite.

Me, too.

Mr. Powers, I gather
that your client believes

the integrity of this trial
has been compromised?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Reed has concerns
that one of my partners,

Ms. Diana Lindsay,

who represented him
in his criminal trial,

divulged privileged information
to the petitioners' legal team.

Your Honor, that is absolutely not true.

Mr. Reed, this is a serious accusation.

Do you have any evidence to back it up?

I do. While we were preparing
for the last trial,

I told Ms. Lindsay about what
happened to Amanda in Rome.

I figured it could be misconstrued

if it was brought up in court,
and I wanted her to be prepared.

But the D.A.

never mentioned it. Apparently
he never even heard about it.

But out of nowhere,

these folks from New York show up,

and they know all about it.

So I did some research.

Turns out that Ms. Lindsay

and Dr. Bull have worked
together in the past.

Is this true, Ms. Lindsay?

I do know Dr. Bull
professionally and socially.

But I swear to you,

I would never and I have never divulged

confidential information about Mr. Reed

or any other client to him.

Or Mr. Colón.

Or anyone else.

I can assure you, Your Honor,

my team discovered the incident
in Rome independently.

And I'm happy to have my employee,

who is a former Homeland Security agent,

provide you with all
the documentation of her search.

Well, I may circle back
and take you up on that offer.

But let me ask you a question, Dr. Bull.

How was it you came to represent
the Harpers in the first place?

We're an awful long way
from New York City.

Actually, I received a call

from an attorney here in Houston.

I asked him to.

You asked him to?

I did, Mr. Powers.

I'm so sorry.

As I'm sure you're aware,

Ms. Lindsay,
this is a very serious violation

of your duty of loyalty to your client.

Now how am I supposed to believe
that you haven't also violated

your duty of confidentiality, as well?

I'm afraid I have no choice
but to refer this matter

to the state bar for disciplinary action.

You understand that?

You may very well be facing suspension,

even disbarment.

I understand.

Your Honor, on behalf
of myself and my colleagues

at my firm, I want to apologize

for this astounding breach of ethics.

And I also want to move for a mistrial.

The jury heard about
that incident in Rome.

You can instruct them to disregard,

but the damage is done.

Actually, Your Honor,
I'm gonna save you the trouble.

Given this turn of events,
I feel that I have no choice

but to discharge my current attorney.

And I think that you will agree
that it's not really fair that

I should have to go out and find
new representation mid-trial.

Your Honor,

any calls for mistrial
is completely unwarranted.

Closing arguments begin tomorrow.

I don't want to hear it, Mr. Colón.

I am granting the mistrial.

And just to be clear,
if there is another trial,

I will not allow any evidence
concerning the incident in Rome.

I asked you point-blank why you were here

and you never once mentioned
that woman's name.

The woman who defended

the man who k*lled our daughter,

the woman who convinced a
jury to find him innocent.

She had the best of intentions.

We all had the best of intentions.

Mr. Colón is at the courthouse right now

filing for a new trial.

Well, you call him right now
and you tell him to stop.

You and your company
no longer represent us

or the girls.

I am bringing in an attorney from Dallas,

see if there's any way to
salvage this thing at all.

Mr. and Mrs. Harper...

These came just before you arrived.

It says we have to surrender the girls

to Derek in less than hours.

Listen, I know we have failed
you, I know I failed you

and I know you want to make a change,

but please, let me get into this.

Let me talk to the judge.

Let me see what I can do.

I've already seen what you can do,

and you've done enough.

You watching a movie?

Can I show you something?

Didn't you get the bulletin?

Case is over.

The children are going back to their dad,

Victor and Sandy are getting a divorce,

the forecast calls for days
and nights of rain.

I'm trying to keep
a good attitude, but...

What am I about to look at here?

Remember way back when we
were trying to discredit

Derek's story that he didn't know

- Amanda was coming over that night?
- Mm-hmm.

I went and got security footage

from the grocery store
where she got his call.

Okay.

I don't know what I was hoping to find.

Footage of a woman taking a phone call?

But then I found it.

I don't hear anything.

That's because there's no sound.

It's security footage. You don't
need sound to nab shoplifters.

Okay. I'm lost.

I don't understand
the purpose of this exercise.

I was in the middle
of a perfectly good funk.

Nothing suicidal, but still,

dark, tiptoeing toward some form

of self-destruction
and you interrupted me.

Back when I worked at Homeland,

I spent a lot of time looking
at CCTV footage without audio.

And I got really good at lipreading.

So when I saw this...

...I enhanced the video
and, okay, look at her.

She looks worried. I think she's saying,

"Calm down, Honey Bear,
it'll be all right.

I'll be there as soon as I can."

Who calls their ex
they're in a custody battle with

- "Honey Bear"?
- Exactly.

I don't think Derek called
Amanda, I think Lila did.

Which makes me wonder,

if Lila was so upset

that her mom felt she had
to rush to her side,

do we honestly feel that she
would be asleep minutes later

after Amanda showed up?

I need to talk to that little girl.

Lila, you've seen me
around here, haven't you?

I'm a friend of your grandparents.

You know, a lot of people
are trying to figure out

where you and your sister should live,

and I would like to know what you think.

Hmm? I know, it's,

it's hard to say what you want sometimes.

Maybe you don't want
to hurt anyone's feelings?

Maybe you're scared?

Does this guy have a name?

Tuxedo.

Oh...

Tuxedo.

Excellent.

You know what people call me?

Bull.

It's my name.
Well, it's kind of a nickname,

because my first name
is actually "Jason."

- Bull.
- Bull.

I know. It's funny.

Your mom had a nickname
for you, didn't she?

Was it...

"Honey Bear"?

Mm.

You loved your mom a lot, didn't you?

You remember the other day,
you got upset,

when your grandma was
yelling at your grandpa?

I think I might know why.

You were scared, weren't you?

Married people, yelling at each other?

It's scary, isn't it?

The last time you saw your mom,

she was yelling at your dad, wasn't she?

Daddy sh*t Mommy.

You saw it, didn't you?

It's all my fault.

I am the reason she came over.

I called her.

Oh, no, no, no. Lila,

it's what mommies are supposed to do.

They come when we need them.

They were yelling,

and then she came upstairs to get us

and he sh*t her in the back.

He said if I told, I'd never
see my sister ever again.

Okay. Come here.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Dr. Bull, Mr. Colón.

I thought my order was quite clear:

the girls were to be returned
to their father's custody today.

Turns out there is a problem, Your Honor.

We have it on good authority

that Mr. Reed is going to be unavailable

to take care of the children
in the near future.

What are you talking about?
That's preposterous.

We had a little chat with
the D.A. this morning,

and he was very interested to hear

that there was a witness
to your wife's m*rder...

your daughter...
and that you threatened her

so that she would not say what she saw.

Fine.

You can talk to the district
attorney all you want.

Double jeopardy still applies.

I can't be retried for Amanda's death.

Ah, you're right...
you can't be tried again

for your wife's m*rder.

But you can be tried
for witness tampering.

Gentlemen!

Fun fact: In Texas, if you
tamper with a m*rder trial,

you get the same punishment
you would have gotten

if you were convicted

of the m*rder itself. Remind me, Benny,

what is the punishment again?

Life in prison.

Derek Reed, you're under arrest
for witness tampering.

You have the right to remain silent...

Well...

I could've done without the theatrics.

- Eh.
- And I certainly can't condone

how you came to be involved in the case,

but I do believe
that you did what you did

in the best interest of the children.

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- Thank you.

You know, Judge, there is someone else

who did what she did... in the
best interests of the children.

I checked out yesterday.

You got my text.

"The worm turned again.

"This time I stepped on him.

"Then I dragged my shoe
along the sidewalk

"till there was nothing left
of him but a dark smear

- on the concrete."
- Hmm.

You're quite the poet.

- Well, it's a gift.
- Mm.

Girls are with their grandparents

and seem... very happy.

Thank you.

Sorry you lost your job.

Well, sometimes you got to choose

between being a good lawyer
or being a good person.

I'll get a new job.

Heck, I might just start my own firm,

if I don't get disbarred first.

That's not gonna happen.

How do you know?

What did you do?

I told the judge that I was
in the doghouse with you,

and it would go a long way

if maybe he could not
press "send" on that e-mail.

And then I appealed
to his sense of fair play,

and then I told him
I'd be thrilled to have his son

do an internship at TAC next year.

That may not have been
the exact order of events.

What are you doing this weekend?

I've heard that line somewhere before.

What's this?

Plane tickets to New York City.

Seat next to mine.

We leave in three and a half hours.

That is, if you want to come.

Please...

just... come.

Think you could get me one
of those internships at TAC?

Well...

I'll put in a good word.

Hmm.

So, a spontaneous weekend
in New York City.

- Mm.
- Sounds great.

What hotel you put me in?

Hotel.

I knew there was something I forgot.