Previously on "All Rise"...
There's been a slight change of plans.
- Oh. We're having the baby. - Your water broke.
- Baby's coming home early. - The truth hasn't changed.
I can always rely on Vic to be Vic.
I can never rely on him to be a father.
My whole life, I've been waiting for that to change.
Benner's breaking up the band.
I will talk to Judge Benner.
- You are the best. We miss you! - Thank you, Your Honor.
My court staff is worried you're reassigning them.
Laski is being displaced by renovations to his chambers.
He'll just move to 802.
Hey!
Let me guess. 8.5 pace?
What? Do you know me at all?
7.5, 5 miles in.
Tomorrow marks the start of my new year.
You know? Goodbye, Emily 2.0.
Emily 3.0? Watch out, world.
Watch out, you.
I wish I could be there for your birthday week
instead of this boring conference.
- As long as you make it up to me. - Just you wait, Ms. Lopez.
So? What's the plan for the birthday?
I don't know. Sara always plans something fun, so...
- Okay. I gotta run. - Okay.
- Have a good day. - You, too. Besito.
You, too. Bye.
First celebrity trial under his watch
as District Attorney, so...
Bravo wants to prove that we can nail this case,
so he sent you to check my homework?
I got five minutes till the belle of the ball arrives.
So talk fast.
I had such a thing for Samara Strong when I was a kid.
- Now I'm prosecuting her. - Don't get all misty. Let's go.
All right, 33-year-old cold case gets reopened
when the murder weapon,
Samara Strong's award statuette, was recently dug up
by new owners doing a remod at the Strongs' old mansion.
The award had David's blood and Samara Strong's DNA on it.
Which, of course, it would have, as it belonged to her.
But the award mysteriously disappeared that night.
Autopsy also documents a hairline fracture
consistent with the award's jagged edge.
The original detective on the case said that she...
Will confirm Ms. Strong's inconsistent statements
and suspicious behavior during the original investigation.
- He's solid? - As a rock.
We also have Bea Greer, former nanny.
She came out with new information earlier this year.
Feels tight. Let's not forget your history
with Judge Jonas Laski on the rink.
Right. He still claims I caused his deviated septum.
I'm like, man, it's hockey. People get hurt.
Watkins, follow me.
I cannot believe we got Laski in 802.
- I thought 2020 was over! - He can't be that bad.
- Worse. - What you got for coping tokens?
Ooh. Savage.
Voodoo, sweet Sara?
Relax. It's more like a stress ball,
except in the form of a tiny, little cloth man
who happens to resemble Laski.
Sort of. Mm, close enough.
We can get through this.
Together.
Show no weakness,
and whatever happens, remember, we can take him.
- Mm-hmm. - Ladies.
- Lisa. - Unplug, woman.
Enlighten me as to why out of all of the judges,
Laski is the one sitting in my judge's chair.
It's not personal. You left earlier than expected.
I've got an infinite backlog, and Judge Laski
has done big trials like Samara's.
We are night and day, and why didn't you tell me?
My mama bear instincts kicked in.
I was trying to protect you from the stress.
Hearing it through the grapevine... not less stressful.
I miss my courtroom. I miss my peeps,
and now you're giving them both away?
I am moving people around to keep them working.
There is pressure to downsize. Top to bottom.
Down... Downsizing while I'm on my mat leave?
I'm sorry, Carmichael. It's only temporary.
- Focus on baby Bailey. - Laski in 802.
I need you to protect Ness, Sherri, and Sara.
You sure they're... They need protecting?
Don't worry, Carmichael. Everything's gonna be
back to normal when you return.
- I hope. - Mnh-mnh.
- I gotta go. - Oh, w-w-wait, wait. Li...
Morning. You look great.
Aw. Thanks. It's my bir...
Love you, Em, but fill me in later.
Yeah.
This is the thorn in our side this week.
Well, your side.
A teleworking Public Defender who refuses to step foot
- in the physical court for his trial. - Unfortunately, yes.
Ah. Carol, I have an important prelim today.
All right? This handoff trial is for a fourth DUI.
My client is up for robbery.
Well, trials come first.
Right, so this P.D. gets to do half the work
for the full amount of pay, and I have to do
double the work without double the pay.
- In what universe is that fair? - The COVID universe.
Awesome.
So this is the VIP entrance, huh?
- Half a dozen bailiffs. - This is gonna be nuts.
Saving grace... I have a brilliant second chair.
Morning, Sam.
Here we go, right on cue. Adam Pryce.
Ah, congratulations on Special Trials, Mr. Callan.
Cute of them to let you play with the big boys.
Congratulations on another
privileged, murderous client, Mr. Pryce.
You're, uh, trusted sidekick here is adorable.
Aw, if only I were just adorable,
how lucky you would be.
Watch your step.
Thank you.
I've been reading up on her.
- Who, Samara? - No, the daughter.
Lot of bumps in Kelsey's road.
Thank you.
Still got it.
- See you upstairs, big guy. - Samara!
- Over here! Smile for the fans. - Hello.
- Nice. Beautiful. - Step back.
- Gorgeous. - Sir?
Samara, over here! One more, one more!
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- Hi. - Uh, hi.
- Who are you? - My name's Emily Lopez.
- I will be representing you. - Really?
You are fighting your fourth DUI charge,
and we will completely dive into this.
I just need a continuance.
- Ms. Lopez, good morning. - Good morning, Judge Delgado.
Good morning. My apologies.
I was... I was just assigned this case, Your Honor.
I am requesting a short continuance to prepare.
Your office announced "ready" on this case last week.
- I understand. - It was set for trial,
and I don't have a motion to continue in this file.
I wasn't able to file one, Your Honor,
because I was literally just assigned this case this morning.
I am... I'm asking for two days.
I have an avalanche of cases piling up at my door.
Sorry, Ms. Lopez.
Your Honor, I was ordered to be in Judge Benner's courtroom
in 15 minutes.
I have an important preliminary hearing.
Judge Benner should know best of all trials...
Come first.
How generous of you to grace us with your presence, Ms. Lopez.
- Where have you been? - Just one sec, Tyler.
Uh, unfortunately, I have to request to continue this hearing
because I am engaged in a trial.
Which is exactly what I specifically ordered you
not to get involved in.
Yes, I did try to comply with the court's orders, Your Honor.
Uh, this trial is a handoff, and as I have been reminded,
repeatedly, trials take priority over prelims.
The witnesses for this preliminary hearing
were flown in from out of state.
You need to immediately find someone else from your office
to do this hearing, then.
With all due respect, Your Honor,
you do not have the authority to reassign my case
since defense counsel are not fungible.
"Fungible." We'll all look up that shiny word later,
but for now, Ms. Lopez, your continuance is denied.
We're all under pressure
to keep things moving.
I can't have the judge against me, Ms. Lopez.
If I do time, then my little boy and his mom got nothing.
I know. I will... I'll find a way.
You seem a little tense.
Now I know that I have exhibited a different judicial philosophy
than the much-loved Judge Lola Carmichael,
and different can sometimes feel threatening,
but one can also learn from different,
maybe even soak up a few pearls of knowledge,
which some of you might find useful in your careers.
So perhaps you'll even offer me a nugget of knowledge.
Now I know how you feel about me.
Jury's still out on you, of course.
- Likewise. - But we are a team now, ladies,
since I couldn't bring my own. Thank you, COVID.
- Of course. - Yeah. Go, team.
Whoo-hoo.
Great! Shall we?
Yes, we are right behind you.
- Come on. - Oh, my God.
Detective Morales, when you visited the Strongs' house
the night in question,
did you notice anything out of the ordinary?
Yes. Mrs. Strong had a large display cabinet
for her awards, but her most recent award,
the Golden Universe, she had just won... it was missing.
- Did you ever find that award? - No.
Detective, you said you were present for the autopsy report.
You saw the injuries to Mr. Strong's head?
I did, up close.
Could the Golden Universe statuette
- have caused those injuries? - Objection. Calls for speculation.
The detective isn't possibly qualified to answer that.
Sustained. Rephrase, Callan.
What did those injuries look like to you, sir?
Result of a blow to the head by the distinct jagged hands
of the Golden Universe award.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Your witness, Mr. Pryce. Sherri, get me the, uh, the thing.
What thing, Your Honor?
What other thing could I mean in this context?
The prelim transcript. Go ahead, Mr. Pryce.
- What was that? - Detective Morales,
you had been to the Strong mansion
before the night in question, right?
- Yes. - And why was that?
I was responding to reports of a stalker.
Judge Laski. And some of those incidents involve death threats
to Mr. and Mrs. Strong, correct?
Yes, there was a stalker case, but in the end, there was...
I'm the end, you concluded that given
the reports from the Strong house,
you could not, without question, eliminate that same stalker
as Mr. Strong's killer. Am I right?
- Objection... speculation. - Overruled.
Oh, crap. Shoot.
Ms. Castillo, do I need to call on another reporter
to relieve you?
Oh, no, I'm... I'm fine. Apologies, Your Honor.
- Mr. Morales, your answer. - Yes. Correct.
No further questions, Your Honor.
The witness may step down.
Ugh.
So your client, Mr. Laughlin,
was caught driving a vehicle without the owner's consent.
- Joyriding? - Call me Frank.
Yes, Frank chose to pay a fine
- in lieu of jail on the charge. - But he didn't pay the fine?
Hey, you guys get to keep your jobs during COVID.
Me and mines... We get shut down
and shut out at the plant.
So now jail for joyriding over a fine you can't afford.
- We'll get an extension. - Had one already.
I thought COVID would be over by now.
We'll get a continuance. I'll figure it out.
Mr. Watkins, thank you.
- Is this good? - Oh, right there is perfect.
What is happening, Your Honor?
My chambers are getting a remod. Carmichael's are open.
Ipso facto, I can use them till mine are ready.
- You hunt for sport. - Of course he does.
Hey, my little baby.
Mama's little baby.
Mm.
Ain't he a beauty?
Oh. Uh, excuse me. One moment.
Sherri, why is there a decapitated
deer head being mounted in my chambers?
I have no idea, Your Honor.
It's like an episode of "Black Mirror."
Wait. How do you know about...
- How do you know about the stag? - Never mind.
Ooh. You are good.
- Should've known... - Judge Carmichael, greetings!
What are you doing to my chambers?
Oh, relax, Carmichael. It's only temporary.
Really? Jonas, it's a deer head.
My lucky stag goes where I go.
Too bad my staff can't.
Jonas, I swear to God, all of your luck will run out
if you touch her.
Put... Uhura... down.
Uh, this is wrong. One multi green Kombucha latte,
organic oak milk, two Truvias.
- I'm sorry. - Sorry about that.
My mom has a very specific order.
Yes, ma'am.
Hmm.
Oh, my gosh, it's Kelsey!
- Ma'am. Ma'am. - Come on, please.
- Not in here. - Come on.
- I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. - I just wanted a picture.
Maybe you should try sitting in a quiet space,
not standing in a crowded area.
Uh, not possible today. Where'd you learn to meditate?
Rehab. Second... No, third time.
It's where I learned about the drunken monkeys.
Yes, who Buddha says we must train to be quiet
so we can hear the only real voice...
Truth.
You are deep.
You're surprised?
- Uh... - Kelsey.
Yeah. Ness.
Drink's ready.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
I'm sorry about your practice.
When my mom's around, all the quiet gets sucked out.
Well, I was finished working for the night,
so I put Kelsey to bed, and then I went down to the pool
to get my jacket, and I heard arguing.
Samara was accusing David of cheating.
Had Samara been drinking, Ms. Greer?
Well, she liked to party.
Um... Uh, yes.
And why not report this to the police at the time?
I was young, broke.
Samara paid me well.
I adored my little Kelsey.
I didn't wanna cause any trouble.
Why come forward today, Ms. Greer?
David was a good man, not perfect, but... but good.
He deserves justice.
Always did.
No further questions, Your Honor.
- Do you ever lie, Ms. Greer? - No...
Just like, you know, little white lies every now and again?
Objection. Your Honor, he's being argumentative.
Overruled. Continue, Ms. Greer.
- No, I'm... - No?
Look, like everyone else, I guess I lie a...
Oh, you're not like everyone else, Ms. Greer.
Not everyone is as smart as you.
Not everyone is as talented as you,
talented enough to write a screenplay.
Ms. Greer, are you the author of a screenplay
entitled "Not Strong Enough"?
- Oh, my God. - Objection... improper... impeachment.
Quiet, Callan. This is getting good. Overruled.
- Ms. Greer. - Yes, I did write a script.
Ms. Greer, are you coming forward today
to clear your conscience or to help sell your story?
Objection. Where's the exhibit?
I have no copy of this alleged screenplay.
- Mr. Pryce has nothing in his hand. - Your Honor, Ms. Greer
just admitted under oath that it exists.
Man has a point. Try again, Callan.
Your Honor, this is a discovery violation.
We're in the process of acquiring it
- from her literary agent. - Order!
- She has a literary agent. - Mr. Pryce, may I address your client?
Ms. Strong, are you okay?
Uh, yes. I'm just hot.
We've all seen "Steel Magnolias."
- This isn't fooling anyone. - And here it is now.
- Mr. Pryce. - Perfect. Thank you.
Dinner's here.
Thank God! I'm so hungry.
Amy, this is... I mean, I expected Pryce to be Pryce...
Mark... But Laski's giving him more room
to roam than usual.
Listen to me, Mark... Oh, and apparently
one of my star witnesses...
She forgot to mention she's a budding screenwriter.
Case is falling apart. I'm getting completely sandbagged.
Let's catch up later. We have a-a...
- Vic? - A third for dinner.
My boy.
Let me explain.
So now you're taking referrals from Vic?
Hey, go easy. I reached out to her.
I planned to tell you after the trial.
You don't know if his friends have any money.
Well, I asked him to wait a week.
Amy did say that, but I thought I would surprise you.
Like when you were a kid, you loved that.
I hated that. Where you been, Vic?
Florida, flying under the radar.
- And now you're here. - I got no bubble.
- I thought maybe... - Maybe we should eat.
Huh? Yeah?
And, okay, I mean, come on. Samara Strong?
I knew it.
He loved her when he was a kid. We both did.
Saturdays at the Mann? When her movies would come out,
that would be our special night. We'd sneak in our own Jujubes.
- Right, son? - Yeah, Vic, I remember.
And now you're sending her to the cooler?
- Hang on. - Okay.
- What's up? - I guess it's fiction,
because Bea Greer changed her name from Bea to Dee
and Samara to Tamara.
But other than that, the only difference
between what we know and what's in the screenplay
is that the daughter character is a witness.
- She saw her mother... - The actress by the pool
with a statuette, yes.
In her original statements to the police,
Kelsey said she was on the opposite side of the house.
That's the only fact that Bea changed.
- So we may have a new witness. - Mark, Kelsey was 7.
Sam, we still need to talk to her.
It was 33 years ago.
Look, I have memories from when I was 7,
not all... fantastic.
It's a Hail Mary.
She's a character witness for the defense.
Kelsey worships her mother.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Growing up under a larger-than-life figure is...
complicated. Look, let's subpoena her and find out.
Maybe Bea's screenplay's more reliable than her testimony.
If it is, Kelsey's the key to our case.
Continuance? For what?
It's not right criminalizing non-criminal behavior.
Frank couldn't pay a fine,
so now he gets jail time during COVID?
No judge will just grant a continuance
- because they can. - We don't know that.
I just need a bit more time to figure out an alt.
I'm thinking his lawyer and I can pay his fine.
And is his lawyer aware of this plan?
Not yet.
Knock yourself out, Watkins.
Let me know how it goes.
Thank you.
Tyler, hey.
I've been trying to work it out with Judge Benner.
My aunt kinda came up with the money
for me to get a private defense attorney.
Uh... Yeah. So...
Tyler, that's a lot of money.
That's money that could buy you a year's worth of diapers
or formula or rent.
My aunt thinks it's worth it.
I do a better job than them on a daily basis.
I care about you, Tyler. I care about your case.
And you've done really good so far. I'm really grateful.
Sorry.
Hey, Emily.
- Is Andy... - Conference room.
You okay?
I was just fired... on my birthday, so that's fresh.
It happens.
"It happens"? That's all you got?
- Why are you here? - Andy.
- He's in the big... - Hey, about your birthday, I...
No, I... canceled. I'm canceling it. I, um...
I wanted to get you something appropriate,
but I didn't know if anything was appropriate.
Yeah.
- But I'll figure it out. - Yeah.
- I should... - Yeah. Have fun with Andy.
Hey, Andy. I know you're busy. Here's the plan.
You and I go half and half on Frank's fine.
Yes!
Oh, you're serious? Oh, dear.
If I did that for even a sliver of my clients,
I'd be living on the streets.
Also, you work for the People, I think.
I can't stand by Frank doing time over a fine
- that he can't afford. - Welcome to my world.
Well, can I... can I at least talk to the client?
This better be something cute about Bailey, or I'm hanging up.
We better be talking about anything but babies,
or I'm hanging up.
First off, how are my girls in 802?
Yeah. Uh, I might have seen Laski literally
snapping his fingers at Sherri,
and I definitely heard him embarrass Sara in court.
- Ugh. That bad? - It's temporary, Lo.
Is it? The man tried to get rid of Uhura.
Sorry. How are you doing?
Oh, besides Vic showing up unannounced,
trying to drum up business for Amy?
- Amazing. - Vic is there? Where has he been?
Florida, apparently.
Why there? Why here now?
Who knows? Vic requires unpacking over many drinks.
Ohh.
What I wouldn't do for just one drink.
Sorry. Back to your case... The child.
Actually, it's Kelsey Strong, age 40.
She may have witnessed her father's murder
when she was 7, and that's the Kelsey
- I'm trying to talk to. - Talk to her then.
I once had an FBI agent testify as an expert
on the cognitive interview technique.
Releasing memories to the five senses
by taking the victim back to the scene of the crime.
- Yeah, I'm familiar. - Take her back to the mansion.
Could work.
Kelsey Strong has been interviewed five times.
Kelsey had had five basic interviews, Your Honor.
Let us not put her through
this fourth circle of hell, Your Honor.
It's just the same thing every time.
I'm saying a cognitive interview might be
35 to 50% more productive than all 5 combined.
Junk science, Your Honor.
Your Honor, if Mr. Pryce is so certain
that all five previous interviews are accurate,
he should feel confident that a cognitive interview
will render the same outcome.
I'll allow it under the following conditions.
I wanna do a view of the location.
The interview will occur during that time.
Mr. Pryce will also be in attendance,
but nothing Kelsey Strong says will be received into evidence.
She will have to testify from the witness stand.
Now, out.
Out, out, out, out, out.
I can't.
- A moment, Your Honor? - What is this?
Research of the potential negative side effects
- of the cognitive interview technique. - That was quick.
I work at Mach speed. The technique can be triggering.
That's the point, to try and help solve crimes,
and if I wanted research, I would have asked for it.
Yes, but it can lead to mental
and emotional health issues.
Trust me, it is godsent that we can forget.
I see your passion. I really do,
but my decision has been made.
You asked us to offer a nugget of knowledge.
This is mine.
Have you undergone a cognitive interview?
- No, I haven't, but... - Ms. Johnson, it is not your place
to try and hold sway over judges.
All I ask is that you look into the research
instead of this archaic way of thinking
that it's gonna keep you from having an open mind.
This is exactly why Judge Carmichael
- was here in the first place... - Ms. Johnson, enough!
- ...just because... - Out of my chambers
and do not come back.
With all due respect, these are not your chambers.
Sherri didn't waste any time reaching out.
She wasn't the only one.
He called to cover his tracks.
He called because you were dangerously close
to being insubordinate.
Look, I spoke to Kelsey, who seems trapped
in her mother's wake.
She's been through enough. So I simply urged him
to research just how problematic
that cognitive interview technique can be.
I recommended that technique to Mark, Ness. It came from me.
You? Why?
I have seen it work to serve justice.
But the victim can suffer.
The victim was grateful to no longer be jailer to a lie.
And anyway, it is not your place
to voice open criticism on a judge's decision.
Now I recommend that you apologize to Judge Laski.
I don't do respectability politics.
You do unemployment? Ness, you are here to learn.
Yes, from you. Not from...
Not only from me but from the entire system.
Examine, scrutinize, study.
But play the long game so that you can change
the politics you're becoming so well-versed in.
Your chair's still warm,
and there's already another white man sitting in it.
It's typical.
It was a matter of necessity...
A decision that Judge Benner made for reasons
you are not privy to.
The optics speak for themselves.
I trust my mentor and friend.
You really think the powers that be
are gonna choose you over some white man
who's been on the bench for how long?
I heard the rumors of downsizing...
Judges and lawyers being moved to different courthouses.
It's easy to be erased these days.
Damn, where did you come from?
The dimension of bad-ass brother man prosecutors?
- Yo, this here's unreal. - Nah, it's real.
It's just different. It's called restorative justice.
Restorative justice. Lay it on me.
Well, it's about healing for both...
Hey, your suit is fly, by the way.
Thank you, brother. It's about healing
for the victim and the offender.
It all started with a probation officer
in the 1970s... Damn, lit.
Look, I wanna hear everything, but in a no-pressure setting.
You feel me? Not with robot bailiff over here
mean-mugging me, shooting lasers out of his eyes.
Like, over lunch or something.
Yeah! Let's do lunch!
Okay, sure.
Um, so, um, about that fine real quick?
I'm covering it, because like I said,
I think you'll learn more this way than in a cell.
Bro, 100%.
All right, guys. Let's wrap this up.
Stay out of trouble, Frank.
Hey, Luke, do you think you can help me
- with one more thing? - What's that?
So I'm like this much short on rent,
and the thing is, if I get evicted,
me, my girl, and her daughter all gotta live in a car.
This fine is steep. I would if I could.
I got you, I got you. I got you.
We'll find another way for little Lucy
to finish first grade in the backseat.
And I'm-a go to my anger management classes
even with them in the car.
Hey, you didn't do this for nothing, though, man.
You won't see me here again.
How much?
I know you've been through a lot.
I'm sorry to force you to come back here.
I'm not here because of your subpoena.
My mom taught me to swim right here when I was 4.
Guess I was a late bloomer. Didn't learn till I was 7.
That is kind of old.
It's just me and my dad, and my dad was a busy guy.
Kelsey? Mr. Callan?
We're ready.
Okay, Ms. Strong, please know that you're safe with me.
As we go through this, you can stop me at any time.
Can we just get on with it?
It's hard enough being right here again.
Of course. Let's start with a deep breath in.
And out.
Keep breathing in.
Then out.
Keep going.
And let's go back... Way back.
It's March 3, 1986,
the night of your mom's awards party.
How do you feel?
Itchy.
Describe what you see.
I'm walking down a hallway.
I wanna give my dad his jacket.
The music is loud.
Do you see your dad?
There he is.
Come dance with me.
He wants to dance with my mom, but she won't.
"I'll dance with you,"
I say to my dad.
My dad says, "Get over here, Sugar Butt."
Sugar butt, let's dance.
Let's dance together. Come on, Sugar Butt.
But Mom's mad.
I can't take this. I've thought about this.
My mom says to go find Bea.
But I don't go to Bea.
Where are you now?
Now I'm in a room with a window
so I can see Dad. Dance some more.
But he can't see me.
What do you see, Kelsey?
Bea.
David!
She's walking towards the pool.
My dad's yelling.
You gotta go. Get out of my way.
He's so angry. And Bea... she's...
She's stepping toward him, and her face is all twisted.
- And your mom? - She's crying.
Who does your dad see?
Kelsey?
Who do you see?
Mommy?
Mom?
Mommy! Daddy! Mommy, no!
Pull her.
- Oh, for God's sake! - Do it, do it.
- Yeah, do it, do it, do it. - Kelsey, open your eyes. Kelsey.
Kelsey, you're with us now.
I do not know what the hell that was,
some sort of legal sorcery or whatever,
but my mother would never do that.
God!
Kelsey!
Really, Vic? You stopped going to my soccer games when I was 5.
- Hey, that's not true. - It's not me he's here to see.
Hey. I've never seen my son in action.
Why are you both talking to me?
You know, I thought you'd be pleased.
I'm finally taking an interest.
Not what I'm saying. It's just been a while.
Hello.
I understand that this has been
an unsettling experience, Kelsey,
but we're gonna need to hear again what you told us.
Everything?
Like, everything?
Only the facts regarding how your father was killed.
- Objection. - I'll rephrase.
Only the facts regarding
what you personally witnessed the night that your father died.
Kelsey, tell us what you remembered yesterday.
I...
I saw my mom...
with her award in her hand,
and then she hit my father over the head with it.
What happened next?
Uh... he fell in the pool.
- His head was gushing blood. - And what did your mother do?
She walked away.
Kelsey, why didn't you tell the police
what you saw 33 years ago when they asked you?
Because I was 7.
I was 7.
Thank you, Kelsey.
Your witness, Mr. Pryce.
Ms. Strong, growing up with a mother
who not only received more attention than you
but has to pay attention to so much more than you
- must breed resentment. - Objection... argumentative.
Sustained. Ms. Strong, do you resent your mother
for the attention she received,
and the attention that was robbed from you as a child?
No. No, never anything like that, no.
The last 33 years, you were questioned multiple times
by police and media about the night in question,
and you never once said you recalled
seeing how your father died, correct?
Yes, correct.
Yeah, and after years of growing up,
unable to express anything to the only parent you had left,
your mother, were you angry at being ignored?
Were you angry at never having a chance to be anything more
than an appendage to the myth of Samara Strong?
Uh...
I guess...
- Yeah. - There were times, yes.
And today an opportunity presents itself.
Suddenly, you remember everything necessary
to finally make you the star... Mr. Pryce.
I'll rephrase. Ms. Strong, how good does it feel
to destroy your mother's life after she destroyed yours?
- Objection. - Mr. Pryce, I will not tolerate
such insensitive treatment
- of this witness. - Withdrawn. No further questions.
Mr. Callan, redirect?
Kelsey, I understand you might feel
some resentment towards your mother,
but you can be angry at someone
and still love them at the same time.
- Objection... leading the witness. - Sustained.
Mr. Callan, rephrase.
Is your testimony accurate and truthful
irrespective of whatever feelings
you might have for your mother?
Uh... yes.
No further questions. The state rests.
You may step down, Ms. Strong.
- Put me on the stand. - No, not happening. Terrible idea.
With what I'm paying you, yes, you will.
Put me on the stand.
I think I just got took.
Paid the guy's rent, maybe even the girlfriend,
so if you wanna rub it in, let's get it over with.
Luke, I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to continue
with restorative justice or whatever you call it.
- Oh, wait, that's not fair. - You'll either wind up broke,
burned out, or fired by me.
Sorry.
But I'll make you an offer.
- You can do it with a partner. - What?
We'll do it together.
Next time you have the right case, it's us.
Wait. You... Are you serious?
It's as if you're first chair, and I'm second.
Or Batman and Robin.
Cool. Yes!
- Thank you! - You're welcome.
- So I'm Batman. - No way.
No, but you just said that I'm first chair.
This is like Batman giving Robin a shot
at teaching Batman something Robin-esque.
- That's just... - I am the Batman.
Now get out. Shut the door.
Kelsey and I have been inseparable
since her father... passed.
By the time she was a teen, I...
I made the mistake of not treating her like a child
but more like... like a...
I was in mourning. I was... I was so lonely.
That's a... That's a reason, not an excuse.
I put her in the position of being a confidante to me,
and I made her a partner in a way, I guess.
It was wrong. It was unfair, and I know that.
Then we became so trapped in this codependent relationship
neither one of us could escape.
It's no wonder she's so resentful.
Ms. Strong, did you kill your husband?
I did not.
- I loved David. - No further questions.
Ms. Strong, you and Kelsey are close.
Yes. That's what I've been saying... very close.
Given how close you are, you could say that
you trusted her completely, correct?
Of course I trust her completely.
Yet your testimony is that she is, in fact, lying.
- Do I have that right? - I was saying she's confused.
Are you prepared to let your daughter, Ms. Strong,
believe that she didn't see what she, in fact, saw?
- Objection... foundation. - Watch your approach, Callan.
It must have been terrifying for you,
wondering when the day would come that your daughter
would wake up and realize that you killed her father.
- Your Honor! - Mr. Callan, final warning.
Withdrawn.
Come dance with me.
Do you love your daughter, Ms. Strong?
Of course I love her.
I believe you. So then are you prepared
to let her think that she's crazy for the rest of her life,
- that she imagined this? - Okay, that's it.
Mr. Callan, before you're held in contempt,
- I'm gonna give you one... - No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Pardon? - Your Honor?
I can't. I can't do this to her.
Your Honor, a moment with my client, please?
Please, please, let me speak.
I'll allow it.
David and I grew up together in this town.
When he told me that night, I was so angry,
not... not... not just because of the affair.
I mean, God knows how many we both had.
But because I felt like I was losing my best friend.
We'd been losing each other for some time.
David said he was tired of playing in this arena.
But I couldn't stop.
Then he said he wanted to take Kelsey,
that he could give her a more normal life.
And I just... I just... I just swung.
My God.
He died...
Because...
I... killed him.
I killed him.
- Hey, baby. - Hey.
- How's our girl? - Oh, eating, pooping, growing.
How about you? You look tired.
I am managing,
but I think I'm going to have to go back to work.
Already? It's only been a month.
You went back to work right away.
- Because I had to. - Yeah, but you also loved it.
Yes, I loved it, but I also felt that I didn't have a choice.
You know that I can barely remember
the way you smell, the way you felt,
your little giggles?
That precious time flies fast, Lo.
You know, if you want something different with Bailey
than what we had, then do it different.
Besides, what is the rush?
I think I'm not afraid of letting 802 go.
I'm scared of 802 letting me go.
The mark you made is etched
into the very fibers of that place.
It is not going to be erased, and neither are you.
Thank you, Mom.
Now can I see our little girl?
Yes.
Ohh! There she is!
Oh, she is getting big.
Look at you, pretty girl.
Look at you! Oh!
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Luke.
It's my favorite.
I know this doesn't top last year, but...
Make a wish.
Okay.
You remembered!
Yeah, of course. I'm sorry.
I was stuck in the belly of Laski, so...
That's okay.
Um... here.
Thank you.
- Love ya. - I love ya.
Mm-hmm.
- Bye, Luke. - Bye, Sara.
My wish?
Um...
Oh, and, uh...
Extra wishes.
Grab those Twinkies. Let's find some forks.
Come on.
Yeah, seen her since she was yea high on TV,
gazing up on Samara. Poor thing.
Sucks when you find out
the people you idolize are human.
No, well, we had a good run until then, though.
Not really. Lost your hero cape before I hit double digits, Dad.
I would've worn that cape for a lot longer if I could,
but circumstances being what they were,
oh, hell, could've been a lot worse.
At least I ain't a murderer.
You literally got charged with murder last year.
Charged, not convicted.
Congratulations.
So this is where the party is. Called. No answer.
Figured you're always here.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- Yeah, he's a real hero. - Yeah.
Well, thanks for the drink, son.
I'm off to Oakland to do a thing. Ms. Quinn.
That's it? That's all you got? Oakland for a thing?
Well, I don't wanna burst your bubble.
I'll see you later, Vic.
- Yeah, I'll send you those names. - Okay.
As it was, so it is, and always will be.
Be careful. Not all his friends are...
I know.
Amy, I never would've been able to do this before you.
Have a conversation with Vic without throwing a punch...
That's... all you.
Let's talk about this at home, because we have one.
- Maybe more than just talk. - Oh.
We don't need a house for that.
Like...
Yeah.
Ms. Kansky! Ms. Johnson!
Yes?
Where is it?
I have no idea.
I was in court all day with you.
Before you called me, I thought I was fired
and couldn't even get into the building.
Yes!