Dana Berg for the People, Your Honor.
When you think you've seen it all.
I should up my self-promotion game,
so I am running my own bus bench ads and billboards.
LA is the city of billboard lawyers.
So Sam went through the trouble to retrofit a semitruck,
got a commercial driver's license under a fake name
so he could get a job at some biofuel company?
"Bleeding the beast."
It's what con artists call a scam that targets the government.
I'm sure Jack is anxious to have you back. How long has it been?
Six months, almost.
You are betraying everything you used to stand for, Maggie.
I am not the one throwing around baseless charges
to save a little face and prop up a sinking case.
Legal had a heart attack. He's gone, Mickey.
We gotta go.
It doesn't matter what I did. I wasn't thinking about the consequences.
From bad to worse, there goes our star witness.
Jeanine, Gazarian's dead.
We need to leave.
We believe Sam Scales was running a scam
with Alex Gazarian to defraud the government.
The only people who can confirm this are Agent Ruth and Agent Vasquez.
Shouldn't be hard to track them.
Agent Ruth was in court for some of today's testimony.
One of these agents was here?
The bench warrant will be issued within the hour.
Where are you taking me? Hey!
Hey!
This is because I got you guys in trouble for listening in on my phone calls.
Hey, you can't do this! Hey!
Where the hell are we going?
Just relax, will you?
Get out.
Go on.
Who's there?
Mr. Haller. Thanks for meeting me.
As if I had a choice.
I apologize for the drama.
I had to get to you before you called someone and said something stupid.
Like what? Like my driver was kidnapping me?
You'll be taken home safely once we're done. I give you my word.
All because of a bench warrant?
I'm sorry, Agent. That was the only way to get you in court.
I don't think you get it, Mr. Haller.
I'm not coming to court, and neither is Agent Vasquez.
Yeah, well, the judge will beg to differ.
Someone high up from the Bureau will talk to someone in the state AG's office,
and somebody will make a call.
It's beyond my pay grade. Do you understand?
The Bureau isn't going to sink an investigation this big
to save one defense lawyer.
So what, you're just gonna let me go to prison for the rest of my life
for a murder you know I didn't commit?
We wouldn't be here if you hadn't insisted on a speedy trial.
We would've wrapped up our case. Yours would've been thrown out.
Well, I apologize for exercising my constitutional right
not to rot in jail until it's convenient for you.
-I didn't know anything about your case. -My hands are tied, Haller.
I'm sorry. Genuinely.
But don't worry.
Once we're done, we're gonna set this right.
Once you're done?
You mean after I get convicted of murder?
After my reputation is destroyed? After I go to prison for a year or two?
Look at the bright side.
At least California has a moratorium on the death penalty, right?
You're actually serious. You…
You feds think you can do whatever you want.
I…
If I'm gonna be collateral damage,
you need to tell me what it's for right now.
-I can't do that. -Bullshit.
Why did you slip me that incident report if you weren't gonna help me?
-Don't know what you're talking about. -Don't lie. It was you.
You threatened me with a misconduct investigation.
-Did you forget that part? -You could have made that go away.
You did it because you knew what was happening to me was wrong. Simple as that.
Please, Agent, just… just tell me. What's going on?
Bleeding the beast.
It's not just a one-off scam. It's happening all over the country.
About a dozen refineries that we know of so far.
Including Biogreen?
The thing is, the scam may play out in different ways,
but in the end, it's always the same.
It's just like your EPA expert testified.
A truck leaves the refinery loaded with biofuel for delivery.
See you on the rebound.
The same truck comes back later carrying raw feedstock,
and they make this run multiple times a day.
But the contents of the barrels never change.
They just keep running the same cooking grease in and out
and changing the labels.
And every time, they bill the government all over again for it.
The players behind the scam are all the same too.
Some of the biggest organized crime groups in America, taking in millions.
That's where Sam came in.
We needed somebody on the inside,
preferably someone with a record that we could turn.
You needed your fingerprints off of it.
That's why you took Sam's wallet from the morgue. Isn't it?
You didn't want anybody connecting him to Biogreen
and exposing your investigation.
Sam was supposed to get you to Alex Gazarian.
Gazarian was gonna move you up the food chain,
only now they're both dead.
All the more reason that we can't compromise
this investigation any further.
Tell that to Sam.
What happened to Sam Scales is unfortunate.
Unfortunate? That's one way of putting it.
He's dead. And it's your fault.
-How? -Stop playing dumb.
Gazarian found out Sam was informing on him.
That's why he took him out.
That's a plausible theory, but that's not what happened.
What the hell did happen? Why else did Gazarian kill Sam?
Because…
Sam was stealing from Alex. That's why Alex had him whacked.
Alex didn't know anything about the FBI.
Jeez, he would've killed Sam sooner if he had.
And… …I'm probably next.
Well, I got a crew who can keep you safe for the time being, but who knows?
Maybe the Armenians won't even bother to come after you.
Seriously? These people just killed a member of their own family.
Think they're gonna think twice about taking me out?
I can probably get you some kind of protection,
but first, I need the truth.
I need to know everything you know. All of it.
But I need you to be honest. You understand?
Did you actually witness Sam's murder?
No, nothing like that.
Alex kept me away from the ugly stuff, but
I know about Biogreen.
He put my name on it so there wouldn't be a paper trail back to him.
And how did Sam even become involved with Biogreen in the first place?
As pissed off as Alex could get
when someone tried to pull one over on him,
he also knew good work when he saw it.
Sam tricked him with some art gallery scam a while back.
Yeah, yeah, we are aware of that incident.
Well,
Alex was impressed in spite of himself, and they connected after that.
Sam had a lot of skills.
Skills Alex figured he could use to run the Biogreen operation.
And by the Biogreen operation,
you mean the fraud they were pulling, right?
Yeah, Sam did most of the groundwork.
He even got a truck license to help pull it off, and it worked.
Money was flowing,
Alex's family was happy, which meant Alex was happy.
Let me guess, until he started noticing some money missing?
Alex couldn't understand… why the math wasn't adding up.
Then he figured out that Sam set up his own shell company
and was taking a cut of the subsidies that were supposed to be going
to Alex's family.
Sam was scamming the scammers.
Classic Sam. Couldn't help himself.
Yeah, well, neither could Alex.
And you're positive of this?
When he made us go on the run, I forced him to tell me the truth.
I said to him, I wasn't gonna go anywhere with him
if he didn't tell me exactly what the hell was going on.
And what did he tell you?
When he found out that Sam was ripping him off, he lost his shit.
Hey.
-What, is there a problem? -You could say that.
Oh, come on, Alex. Look, look, look.
Whatever it is, we can work it out.
I got the… Oh God!
Relax, very nice.
But how did he end up in the trunk of Mickey Haller's car?
Alex hated Haller
because he pushed him into pleading the Fifth
at that chef's trial.
I mean, he lost the Olympic contract.
He had to sell his construction company.
Otherwise, he never would've been running Biogreen at all.
So taking out Sam and pinning it on Mickey
solved all of his problems at the same time?
Yeah.
Something like that.
Except I'm betting his family didn't appreciate the attention
that came with it.
So they decided to cauterize that wound.
Dummy never thought things through.
He never thought that…
…his family would turn on him.
Fucking idiot.
Excuse me.
-Mickey, where have you been? -It's a long story.
Agent Ruth wanted to meet. Are you still at the house?
No. Um… Cisco called.
I'm down here in Orange County with him and Jeanine Ferrigno.
I hope she can help
because Agent Ruth made it very clear the FBI is not gonna take the stand.
Yeah, she told me everything.
According to her,
Gazarian had no idea that Sam was informing to the FBI.
That's what I heard too.
They killed him because he was skimming off the top.
Legal was right. There really is no honor among thieves.
Doesn't matter. The thing that matters is getting Jeanine to testify.
She's the only one who can put this on Gazarian.
Just give me a sec.
She's never gonna testify, Mickey.
We'll subpoena her if we have to.
She'll just lie and say she doesn't know anything,
or she'll take the Fifth.
She's on the run from the people who killed her boyfriend.
Think she's just gonna get up there and name names?
Well, can you get her protection?
I told her I'd try, but…
…as a defense attorney, how?
If I was the DA, sure, but
Dana Berg's not gonna play ball.
Neither are the feds. They don't want anybody testifying.
All they care about is protecting their case.
They're not gonna help me.
Unless we force their hand.
-How? -Let me worry about that.
Sit tight. I'll call you back.
Hello? Who is this?
Agent Dawn Ruth?
Yes. I'll ask again, who is this?
I have a message from Mickey Haller. You should probably look out your window.
-Hello, Ms. Crane. -Mickey was right.
About what?
Juan really does sell the best paletas.
What do you want?
I think it's more about what you want, actually,
which is to protect your Biogreen case
and find somebody who can connect the dots to Alex Gazarian.
Whether in private or, you know, in open court.
If you're talking about Jeanine Ferrigno, then it's a good thing you're here today.
As I'm sure you're aware,
Miss Ferrigno is a person of interest in an ongoing federal investigation.
So I think it's in everyone's best interest
if you escort her to the Bureau's lobby ASAP.
Oh, that is not in my best interest or in Mickey's.
Okay, I know you think you're helping Mr. Haller, but you're not.
I know who's not helping Mr. Haller.
The FBI.
And since that's the case,
he really has no choice but to put Ms. Ferrigno on the stand
and hear everything she has to say, and I mean everything.
If I were you, I'd bring popcorn.
Ms. Crane.
All rise.
Be seated, please.
Does the defense have any more witnesses to call?
Uh…
Yes, yes, Your Honor, we do.
If, uh…
If the court would allow me just a moment.
Thank you.
Mr. Haller?
Perhaps today?
Thank you, Your Honor.
Uh, the defense calls…
The…
The defense calls…
calls…
One moment, Mr. Haller.
Of course.
Members of the jury,
my sincere apologies for this, uh, unfortunate delay,
but the court must take a short recess.
I'll see counsel in my chambers immediately.
Ms. Berg, Ms. McPherson,
you both obviously know District Attorney Suarez.
I assume you do as well, Mr. Haller.
We've met.
Can I ask what this is all about, Adam?
I take it you're from the FBI.
Yes, Your Honor. Thank you for seeing us on short notice.
I'm Stephen Tremblay, the special agent in charge of the Los Angeles field office,
and this is my colleague, Agent Dawn Ruth.
Well, I guess someone touched a nerve somewhere.
Judge, it's come to our attention that the defense in this trial
is about to call a witness, Jeanine Ferrigno,
but the information that Ms. Ferrigno might share
is extremely sensitive and highly relevant to an ongoing federal investigation,
an investigation that would be directly imperiled
by this information coming to light.
When Agent Ruth brought this to my attention,
I immediately consulted with District Attorney Suarez.
He agreed that Ms. Ferrigno cannot be permitted to testify at this time.
In fact, we believe that Ms. Ferrigno's life is in danger
because of the information she possesses, and accordingly,
we have a team of US Marshals prepared to take her into protective custody.
That's, uh, all very interesting, Agents, but it seems the FBI has a slight problem.
Mr. Suarez doesn't decide who gets to testify in my courtroom.
I do.
Of course, that's true, Your Honor.
But what I can do is offer a resolution to this case,
one that will hopefully render Ms. Ferrigno's testimony… unnecessary.
What do you mean, a resolution?
Having taken the totality of the circumstances into account,
my office is prepared to drop the charges against Mr. Haller.
What?
Provided he's amenable to an agreement, of course.
You've gotta be fucking kidding me!
Ms. Berg, you get one warning. This was it.
What kind of agreement?
Well, first of all, we'll need your silence and cooperation
until the federal case is adjudicated.
And when would that be?
Obviously, we can't say.
So we're clear, a jury has been impaneled. Jeopardy has attached.
Correct.
Mr. Haller can never be retried.
We will move to dismiss the case with prejudice.
And what would be the basis for this dismissal?
My office will make a statement
that we've come into possession of new evidence,
which casts grave doubt on the validity of the case.
Happens all the time.
Yeah, sure, happens all the time in cases no one's paying attention to.
You're saying you'll drop the charges, but I can never say why?
No one will ever present this evidence
showing I was wrongly accused or apologize or--
See?
Even now, your prosecutor still thinks I did it.
-"If it quacks like a duck…" -Dana.
You know what?
I think I'll pass.
You'd rather take your chances with a verdict?
If taking a deal means I have a cloud over my head for the rest of my life, yes.
I leave my fate in the hands of the jury.
And when I get a "not guilty,"
maybe then you can finally accept you got it wrong.
Juries get it wrong all the time.
I can also tell the world how I was set up right under the FBI's nose
and how the DA's office went right along with it
and railroaded me.
So, yeah. I think I like that deal better.
What do you want?
I want the same thing I wanted from the beginning.
The only thing. I want my reputation back.
I want my innocence.
And how do you propose we give you that?
I want a…
I want a public statement from the DA's office
that completely exonerates me of any crime.
And I want her to deliver it.
Go to hell, Haller.
She is the one calling me a murderer for the last four months.
She's the one the world needs to hear it from.
Let's say, for the sake of argument, we can accommodate that.
Anything else?
Yes. Officer Roy Collins from the LAPD.
He was waiting for me that night. Everyone here knows it.
I was framed for this, and I was stuck in jail
and nearly killed while my name was dragged through the mud.
I don't run the LAPD, Haller.
No, but you have a public integrity unit.
I want this fully investigated.
Fine.
We'll open a case.
In good faith.
You have my word.
Very well.
The defense accepts the offer.
Just when you think you've seen it all.
Mr. Haller,
I, uh…
I'm genuinely sorry you had to be put through this.
But pending final paperwork from the district attorney's office, of course,
you are now free to go.
And I hope the next time I see you in my courtroom,
it's on the lawyer's side of the table.
Thank you, Your Honor.
I know… I could've…
Hey, hey, hey.
It's okay.
It's over, Mickey.
We won.
Yeah.
We won.
Hey.
It's okay.
Haller.
Where's Jeanine Ferrigno? We need to put her in protective custody.
San Clemente, I think.
San Clemente.
But you were just about to call her on the stand.
Yeah, about that…
I know who's not helping Mr. Haller. The FBI.
Since that's the case,
he really has no choice but to put Ms. Ferrigno on the stand
and hear everything she has to say, and I mean everything.
If I were you, I'd bring popcorn.
Walk fast and don't look back.
-Do you think that worked? -It better, or Mickey goes to prison.
You guys really color outside the lines at your firm.
Any chance you're hiring?
Don't worry. I have my investigator with her.
She's safe and sound.
Hey, Mick. How'd it go?
Like clockwork. She ready?
As she'll ever be.
All right, sit tight. The cavalry's on their way.
Okay.
They're sending the Marshals for you.
-Where are they gonna put me? -I don't know. Albuquerque?
Albuquerque?
That's where you can find her.
Fucking Haller.
That was delicious.
-Thank you, Elena. -Ah, yes.
Mom, it was delicious. It turned out great.
You're welcome. I know how much you love my posole.
Didn't I see you bring in DoorDash bags?
Hayley, I don't know what you're talking about.
It's okay, Abuela.
You cooked so much in Mexico, it's no surprise you need a break.
Well, it turns out
that actually, they have very good Mexican food in Los Angeles.
Not as good as yours, Mamá.
Aw, that's the right thing to say, baby.
I'll help with the dishes.
-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.
Hayley and I should get going. Traffic's gonna be dying down.
Yeah.
Thank you for everything, Maggie.
You don't need to thank me.
Ah, yes, I do. I…
I know how much you put on hold to help me.
Your job, your home in San Diego.
-Jack. -And they'll all still be there.
I think, anyway.
Yeah. I don't know how I can ever repay you.
For starters, you could avoid being framed for murder again.
I'll do my best.
But seriously, if the tables were turned, you'd have done the same for me.
You know I would.
Even though we both know I'd never need to.
Well, I do tend to conduct my business
in a slightly more conventional way than you do.
-Just slightly. -Mm.
You know, I think the biggest thing
I've learned from all this is, uh, a lot of people think I'm an asshole.
You just learned that now?
Well, it became more painfully obvious.
Come here.
I wish you could stay longer, Maggie.
I know.
I am really glad this nightmare is over.
For all of us.
But it's time for me to get back to my life.
But I'm always a phone call away,
and Hayley will be back up here before you know it.
You stay out of trouble, Haller.
No promises.
Hayley, we gotta go.
Mom, are you happy in San Diego?
What?
Where's that coming from?
What? I'm going to college next year. You can talk to me.
Well, the truth is
I miss LA.
My friends, my old colleagues.
Dad?
Yeah, I miss your dad.
But I have to get back to my job.
What about Jack?
Well, you didn't say you had to get back to Jack.
Long-distance relationships are tough,
and things with Jack are tense.
Don't get me wrong. I like Jack, but maybe…
-Okay. -I don't know.
I don't know. Forget it. It's none of my business.
What?
It just doesn't seem like you're that into him.
Okay.
I mean, you looked kind of sad leaving Dad.
Am I wrong?
Hmm.
I am kind of sad.
But…
Mom, I see how the two of you are together.
It's complicated.
It's always been complicated with your father and me.
But my life is in San Diego right now,
and I have to make that work.
You understand?
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh…
No, come on.
-Are we going? -Oh my God.
Okay, wait. Hold on.
Oh. Ha!
-I'm not even in it now. -I'm going. Okay.
-This is not working. -Well, the billboard's too big.
Cisco, maybe if you hold the phone. Your arm's longer.
There. Okay?
-Okay. That's better. -Yeah.
-Now I'm not… -No.
Okay, this is silly. I don't need to be in this selfie.
Thank you, Grace. Everybody say, "queso"!
Queso!
Okay, now, um, one just of me.
-Yeah. -Okay, go, go, go.
Go, go, go. Okay, I'm ready.
-Yeah. -All right.
Just like that.
Very cute. Yes.
Ooh.
Okay, I think we got it.
We're going to Angel's Tacos if you wanna come.
No, because tonight, for the first time in months,
I actually have solo time with my husband, so I'm going to pass.
-Totally get it. -Grace, see you at the spa tomorrow?
Yes, it is in my calendar.
-Great. -Okay.
Bye.
The spa?
Yeah, uh, didn't really have a choice.
I think she wants to grill me. I figured I should just get it over with, you know?
Well, at least you get a mud bath while you're ripping off the Band-Aid.
That is a good point.
You're gonna grill her?
-Over the sauna coals. -Good girl.
So proud of you, babe.
You're also very photogenic.
You don't think it's too much?
I think it's late to be asking that question.
I'm just so happy that we can finally get back to a sense of normalcy now.
I hope so.
No, I'm serious.
Mickey's case was a bulldozer.
I felt like it was pulling us apart.
Kind of freaked me out a little.
Just a little.
Hey.
Promise me we're not gonna let that happen again.
I was gonna say the same thing to you.
We just have to find ways to spend time together,
no matter what is going on, even when work sends you to Palm Springs.
Oh! Next time, you should let me come to the stakeout.
How much fun would that be?
You do realize it wasn't a desert vacation.
I was working and somebody died.
Oh, yes, that was very tragic.
Well, it won't always be easy,
but we need to remember that we're a team,
and no distractions get in the way of the most important thing,
which is spending quality time with the man I love.
I'll be right back.
Are you okay? Good. I'm Lorna Crane.
You might know me from my billboard.
Um, call me. Thank you.
One, two, three, four, five, six!
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway When it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner
All right
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on…
What's up, Izzy?
You get your car back from the impound lot?
Uh-huh.
Not gonna lie. Kind of freaks me out that you're driving that thing again.
I mean, Sam Scales was dead in the trunk.
I had it professionally cleaned, so…
Did you also have an exorcism? Because I mean…
Izzy, Gazarian took enough from me. I'm not giving up my car too.
Although I've been thinking, I do need some kind of change.
I… I might put my house on the market.
Well, that also seems sensible. It's been made by the Armenian mob.
Not to mention the DEA, FBI, various cartels.
We don't need a whole list.
-How many times has it been broken into? -Okay.
Uh, hold on.
Haller and Associates, please hold.
-Are you coming into the office today? -…exonerates Michael Haller of…
Your press conference is getting a ton of coverage.
The phone's been ringing off the hook.
I don't know yet. I'm kind of thinking I'm just gonna drive around
all afternoon like the old days.
Got it, boss.
Got plans for dinner?
No, I'm gonna have a quiet night at home.
I'm gonna try a new pasta recipe.
Recipe?
What is happening?
All that time in jail made me appreciate a home-cooked meal, you know?
Next thing I know, you'll be buying a treadmill.
If you sell your house,
do you have to disclose that Sam was killed in your garage?
Well, the case is dropped, so it's kind of a gray area.
Is it?
Yeah, okay. I gotta go, Izzy.
Right
Bye bye!
Age fourteen We got you down on your knees
So polite We're busy still saying please
Frenemies, who when you're down Ain't your friend
Every night we smash a Mercedes-Benz
First we run And then we laugh till we cry…
Hey.
-Hi. -Hey.
Uh, this is weird, but you're Mickey Haller, right?
Yeah, that's me. I didn't catch your name.
-Get down. -What?
Shit, get down!
-FBI, freeze! -Drop the weapon!
Are you two okay?
Are you following me?
Just being careful. We had reason to believe you were still a target.
Target?
From who?
Who do you think?
You were a thorn the Armenians didn't want in their side anymore.
-Do either of you need medical attention? -No.
Uh, no, no, I'm fine.
-You… you okay? -Yeah, yeah.
Looks like your new friend just saved your life, Haller.
Thank you.
Yeah, no problem.
Thank you for keeping an eye on me.
Believe it or not, that is our job. Take care of yourself, Haller.
What just happened?
How'd you learn to do that?
I don't know.
The guy was eyeballing you, and then he reached into his jacket,
and I… I guess my instincts kicked in.
Your instincts?
Who are you?
Oh. Uh…
Actually, um,
I'm your sister.
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun to hang around
Feelin' that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well, maybe go out, maybe stay home
Maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well c'mon, well c'mon
No fun to be alone
No fun to be alone…