Murder in the First

- Hi. - Hey. How you doing?

I'm doing okay. How are you doing?

Good.

Mmm.

- What? - Did you just look at your watch?

No.

I'm not touching you until you take that watch off.

I'm gonna take off more than my watch.

Ugh.

I'm terrible. I'm terrible!

No, it's feeling really good.

Let's just go another one.

I can't get it poppin'.

What's in the bottle, Alicia?

H2O, like it says.

Russian water.

Andy, Andy, let her be.

Give me that bottle, Alicia. Give it to me.

- No! - Give it to me.

- Don't you dare! - Give it to me, Alicia. Give it to me.

- No! Let... No! - Give it to me. Come on!

You're not an artist! You don't know what an artist needs!

Talent. Inspiration. Maybe just a little bit of discipline.

But a liter of vodka at 11:00 in the morning?

What are you doing?

You don't own me. That's what Normandy would say.

Just take all that pain and put it into the music where it belongs.

Look, let's... let's go again. Give her an auto-tune track.

You sing it.

Come on, stop being a baby, Alicia.

I hate you so much right now!

- Uhh! Uhh! - Stop!

Leave me alone! Ugh!

Look, that is the grief talking. Use it!

Damn!

Nice work, Andy.

I just wanna tell y'all...

...that I'm free today 'cause I put my trust in God.

I accepted Jesus as my co-pilot.

I lost my brother,

a man I loved like a brother since were little kids in the East Bay.

But nothing can bring him back.

And then to have the whole world thinking

that I did that to him?

We'd like to thank the Acting D.A., Martin Reardon,

for his courage in showing a commitment to justice,

not politics.

We've needed change like this for years.

Maybe now we can finally break the police department's choke hold

on the D.A.'s office.

- Choke hold? - Billy...

why'd you run?

I was scared.

Because innocence doesn't keep black men breathing in America.

Yeah, you saw how that cop shot the guy he thought was me.

Billy panicked. He was trying to stay alive.

We're coming to you live from the Oakland office...

- Shit. - ...of Nathan Woodward, the attorney...

They're all scum on that side of the aisle. Woodward's a punk.

Mm, well, if Siletti hadn't run over that civilian...

He hit her. He didn't run over her.

- Just to be accurate for the record. - Okay, but dead no matter what.

I mean, the point is, Siletti would've charged to the max...

- Right. - ...and... and then he would've kept him

inside, and we would have time it to... to build our case.

Right, but outside, Billy has room to make mistakes, guys.

That's how we're gonna take him down.

- Mm-hmm. That's all we got. - Yep.

You need to be 100% safe. 110%.

That means you drive under the speed limit.

You don't contact anybody of interest.

You get me?

You stay close to home with Rainelle.

You behave like you are strapped with an ankle monitor.

Because they will be watching you, for a while.

But you are a waste of scarce resources if you don't produce results.

Let's give Sunday thanks for tight budgets.

Nathan...

I hope you don't charge by the word 'cause you use so many.

No, ma'am.

All right.

- Thanks, bro. - Mm-hmm.

You keep showing up, Mario. You just keep showing up.

What do you want?

Still my office, my chairs, my desk.

Can you get to the point, please? One of us is busy.

Eddie Moss.

What about him?

I, uh, caught his name on your witness list in the rape trial.

Yeah, well, the defendant couldn't resist bragging to him

when they were in jail together.

College don't make you smart.

Now without the informant,

all you have is "he said, she said," right?

A college kid versus a paid escort. That's weak for rape.

And I told you that back when you charged, remember?

Then we got lucky, I guess. It happens.

Can you put that down, please?

You planted the informant, Marty, to shore up your case.

You have lost your mind. I did no such thing.

After your defendant already had an attorney,

thus the right it remain silent, which you violated.

The defense is gonna shred you like pulled pork.

Moss' name is in our database...

There's no outside access to our database.

It won't pass as a coincidence that a snitch in so many other cases

wound up next to your chatty defendant in custody.

Well, I'm going to assume

that if I didn't know anything about that,

neither will the kid's attorney.

You need to make a deal, Marty.

That's not your call anymore.

Oh, so you're willing to benefit from perjury,

obstruction of justice, violation of constitutional rights...

- Mario! Mario, this kid is a monster. - Of course he is!

And you're trying to protect the victim. I get it.

But I would hate to see you ruin your career over this, Marty.

I mean, you're too good a lawyer.

This...

...is my desk.

You are sitting in one of my chairs.

Do you get that? Is that resonating with you?

You are never coming back, Mario, okay?

So get used to it, okay?

You don't take my good advice, you will lose the case.

You will be publicly humiliated.

You were the one who was in charge.

Y-You! You are such a hypocrite.

I believed in the integrity of my subordinates.

- Apparently, I was wrong. - You know what?

You used to care about the victims.

Hmm? You remember that?

Back before you went and put yourself on the wrong side of the aisle.

You did that to yourself.

I am living proof that not every defendant is guilty as charged.

Well... I came as a friend.

We were never friends.

Oh, now you're just trying to be mean.

At least I won't feel sorry for you when you lose, Marty.

Good luck in court.

- Hi. - Hey.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

- Are you okay? - I think so.

Oh.

All right, Billy James definitely had enough cash to skip town.

What was he waiting on?

- Mm. - Or who?

- Hey. Uh... - Uh,

- my guess is Daphne. - ...my guess would be Daphne.

So we sit on them?

- Right. - Well, yeah, I mean, if... if we're right,

one of them's gonna make a move.

It'll just be a matter of time.

Yeah. Lust makes you stupid.

Alicia?

It's me.

Babe?

Alicia?

Honey?

Baby.

I'm comin' in.

Alicia?

Alicia!

Alicia, baby. no. No, no, no. Come on.

Alicia. Come on, baby. Come on.

Alicia, wake up. Wake up! Wake up.

Hold on.

Stay with me. Come on. Come on.

Get you out of here. You're okay.

What have you done? What have you done?

Come on. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on.

Come on, one shot, man.

I'm just doing my job here. Okay? Come on.

- Did you not hear me? - Back! Back!

Back up! Back up!

Out of the way! Make some room!

No, uh, I don't know what she took.

It could've been anything, e-everything.

- Okay, and who are you, exactly? - I'm her attorney.

Look, I-I-I need to be with her. Can... can I go with you guys?

- I just... - Get in the back.

Cozy.

Whoa.

What happened in here?

Girl's a slob.

Probably never picked up anything in her entire life.

Oh.

These are worth more than my mortgage payment.

Normandy had to deal with all this?

Well, her house, her rules, her hot bod.

Okay.

This guy's medicine cabinet

looks like it belongs to an old man.

Well, that's what Burnside said, right?

Uh, all prescribed by the team doctor.

Dr. Feel-Good.

- Dr. Feel-Good-Enough-to-Play. - Mm.

- Ooh. Question. - Mm-hmm?

Why would a star athlete in the prime of his life

need beta blockers?