All Rise

Check them in.

All right, line it up. Single file. Let's go.

Thank you for committing your crimes

in Los Angeles County.

I don't care if you haven't eaten all week

or made a phone call all day.

Not my problem.

You don't scare me. You don't intimidate me.

You sure as hell don't impress me.

Hey! Hey!

Ah! Really.

Ria, on phone: There's a great-tasting menu.Stop!

It is a little expensive,My laptop!

but I swear, babe, you will love it.

Ria, I have to call you back.

Oh.

Are you okay?

Yeah. His lawyer's gonna make the case

that putting this delinquent in jail now

is like locking up an egg before it hatches.

I say, a laptop today, a car tomorrow,

a bank next Friday.

Go.

Just go.

A small taste

of Lola Carmichael's upcoming tenure

as L.A. County's newest Superior Court judge.

Shut up.They're gonna walk all over you, Carmichael.

You've gone soft. Tell me again

how much you spent on your girlfriend's new couch.

And when do I get to meet this Rina anyway?

It's not Rina. It's Ria.

One of those coffees for me?

Nope. I need them both to fight crime.

Okay, I say this as a friend,

a friend who still needs coffee.

It's not too late for you to back out.

Still got a couple weeks before you start.

Counting the days.

You hate judges.

No, you hate judges.

I still think most of them are out of touch

with the real world.

Because none of them look like me

or her or him or her. Also,

I get parking.

Please don't make me fight this new DA on my own.

And my chambers will have a private bathroom.

He won't let me take any big swings.

All he wants us to do

is keep our heads down and not make any waves.

Did you not hear the part about the private bathroom?

At least, between the two of us,

we want to go after a case,

we can put pressure on him together.

Mark, this is it for me.

There's a Constitution to protect,

and I can't do that from the DA's office.

You're breaking up the band.

All right, fine.

Just this once,

you can have one of my coffees.

- Really? - If you stop talking.

50 bucks, 50 bucks, 50 bucks.

Hey, Sara.

I'll see you later, counselor. Hey.

Hey. Pay up.

Sorry. No cash.

Well, I'm hosting another game on Friday.

Texas hold 'em. Can't make it.

Why don't you take the 50

out of the 200 you owe me from the game last month?

On a court reporter's salary? Ah.

I can work it off

by transcribing for you on the weekend.

Emily Lopez-Batista,

public defender to the stars.

Dev, you're here. Good.

Emily Lopez-Batista.

Not all double-barrel names work, but yours does.

Are you high? Hmm?

Okay, listen up. You are not Seth Rogan,

and I am not your sidekick. I got your plea.

You only have to say the magic words.

Can you remember what they are?

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Good.

Sit down and wait until your name is called.

And for the record, my name is Emily Lopez.

Where'd the Batista go?

To live with his mother.

Sorry, sorry.

All good.

Are he and Carmichael sleeping together?

Sara. It's just a question.

Mark is dating a lingerie model,

and Lola is married to an FBI agent,

so no. Thanks.

Any trouble last night?

All quiet.

I need to find another client.

The State of California versus Daphne Rivas,

bench warrant for multiple parking tickets.

Deputy District Attorney Mark Callan,

are the People ready?Yes, Your Honor.

Emily?

Hi.

Ms. Carmichael?

Crap. I--Sorry. I...

Counselor, can we help you?

Wrong courtroom.

A little directionally challenged this morning.

You think?

Apologies to the court.

Permission to approach the bench.

What the hell is going on?

Your Honor, the defendant is not wearing any pants.

What?

I don't believe this.

You!

You brought that woman into this courtroom

without any pants?

Here, wrap this around your waist.

We'll take it from here, Ms. Carmichael.

Did anyone hurt you? Are you okay?

Yeah. I was arrested like this.

Kept saying they'd bring me sweatpants,

but they never did.

I didn't know, Your Honor.

I was--I didn't...

Your client is in her underwear,

and you're covering your ass?

You need a new lawyer.

Your Honor.

Bailiff, seize those phones.

Did you even notice that she was half naked?

Did you even see her?

She came out of the box like that.

What if that was your daughter? Hmm?

You know what?

Go to hell.

We're gonna need more security.

How about this?

How about, instead of getting that one pants,

why don't we just burn the whole place down, huh?

Come on, you got to go.Hey. Hey. Hey.

How about this? How about we all leave

and let the lowlifes take over the whole damn city?

How about that?

You don't want to do this.

Get that man out of my courtroom!

I need immediate assistance in Courtroom 802.

Ah. Uhh...

Sorry. Do you mind? I am so late.

I swear it is such good karma if you let me go first.

I represent some very dangerous people.

Hmm. They won't like it if you make me late.

Ms. Lopez, you can have my spot.

You. You're the bailiff who--

Luke. Watkins, yeah.

You shot the--Oh. Emily.

Hi.

You should go first.

Thank you.

Thanks.

So, Luke.

How long you been a bailiff?

Four years. Almost done.

Almost done. Why? Are you--

I'm just finishing up my law degree at night.

Almost done with the uniform but not--

I mean, I still want to work here.

As a lawyer.That's the dream.

That'll be $1.50, please.

Bye-bye.

Well, uh, thanks for letting me jump on--

in--God--in line. I mean...

You're welcome.

And for the--what you did.

It's so weird-- thanks for shooting someone--

but thanks.

It's part of the job.

Not really.

But I know what you mean.

It's actually my first day back, so...

Oh. Wow. You okay?

I mean... Sorry. That's personal.

Um, but are you okay?

No, no, I'm good.

I passed the psych eval and everything.

Put me in, coach.

What's that on your hand?

You know, I'm late. I should go.

Your Honor.

Your Honor.