All Rise

Previously on "All Rise..."

This is it for me. There's a Constitution to protect,

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

You're breaking up the band.

You were fun to watch as a prosecutor... a real fighter.

You'd take a hit, then you'd bounce back with a knockout.

Peanut butter in my compact.

Your nephews seem like great kids.

I took over their basement play area.

They want it back. I need to find an apartment soon.

There she is.

- We agreed to take it slow. - Stay on the horizon.

Do not get too close. Do not get too far.

Just stay in her eyeline. That'll mean something.

Your Honor?

Coffee. Where did I leave the coffee?

- In your car. - No.

- On the car. - I didn't... No.

- At security. - I left it at the...

- On the sugar milk station at... - At the place?

- Oh, God. My coffee. - My coffee.

This is the consequence of unchecked texting, Your Honor.

- Shh. Hush. - Now we have five matters

- on the calendar followed by a trial. - I need to get a machine.

- A bench trial on a false... - ...prescription charge.

I know. Maggie Palmer is prosecuting.

Excuse me. I am telling you.

Do other judges have espresso machines?

Ooh, not the good kind, Your Honor.

Also, the bookstore bombing retrial...

I thought you'd like to know there's a hearing this afternoon.

Part of my former life. I've moved on.

Cases get appealed. It happens to prosecutors.

It happened to me. No big deal.

But this one means your nemesis

is in the courthouse. Felice Bell.

She is not my nemesis. Don't be so dramatic.

Her Honor will not snap at me

because she is caffeine-deficient.

The handwriting evidence in that case...

it was a stretch.

I'm not surprised a conviction was overturned.

And you can tell Mr. Callan that.

Hindsight is 20/20. Doesn't mean the guy isn't guilty,

and anyway, nobody asked you.

Hey, Ria. Should be off by, latest, I'm thinking 8 p.m.

No, 8:30, latest.

8:30, maybe 9.

I know I've been absent lately.

It's the job.

The job is... the job.

Uh, anyway, I was thinking tonight order pizza,

open a bottle, and lock the door.

Okay. Bye.

What is happening?

- Who took this message? - I did.

- Cindy. - Samantha. I'm new.

- Were you answering my phone? - Of course not.

A woman came in. She wants you to call her.

- Felice? - Yes. You need to call Felice,

which is why I wrote,

"Call Felice" on the sticky...

- ...with a number. It's so easy. - Okay, then.

Also, I've been reading up

on the bookstore bombing retrial...

all of the original transcripts

and the appeal transcripts.

And I think I could be useful if you need some help,

which frankly, you probably do.

Okay, Samantha, well, you can start

by calling Felice and telling her that I'm in.

Unbelievable.

Can you please stop texting me?

Hey, you're gonna retry one of my old cases,

which means you get the benefit

of my vast wisdom and experience.

Is this about Felice, your old nemesis?

She is not... Why does everyone...

We have a friendly... Correction.

We used to have a friendly competition,

in which I kicked her ass.

But I am a judge now. I am above the fray.

Well, just a heads up.

The not-your-nemesis is in the house.

I thought the hearing was this afternoon.

She came in early and wants to meet him.

Thinking she wants to make a deal.

Can't win on the evidence, so she pleads in the retrial.

To reduce a sentence? No.

Uh, yeah, that's what this whole absurd retrial's about.

Do not underestimate her, Mark.

Felice is canny. She's a killer.

- Your Honor? - Gotta go.

Nice gesture.

Expecting a visit from your nemesis?

No sign of her yet.

It started in law school.

I beat her in a moot court competition,

and then I beat her, like,

seven more times in real court.

Turned into a thing.

And now you're a judge. She can't even the score.

Mm. I think it drives her crazy.

And how did you know the defendant

had been writing the false prescriptions?

When we apprehended her, she had the prescription pad on her person.

This prescription pad, Detective?

- People's exhibit 1. - That's it.

Detective, is this the same prescription pad

the defendant used to illegally obtain narcotics?

- That was our conclusion, yes. - I'm sorry.

- So just to clarify... - Your Honor...

- When you say that it was on... - If I could just finish

- my line of questioning here... - Counsel, relax.

There's no jury. This is a bench trial.

I have latitude. I'm going to use it.

I'm fine with that, Your Honor. Ask away.

Hmm!

When you say that it was on her person, Detective...

Mm!

- It was in her purse. - Did you have probable cause

- to look in her purse? - Mm!

- Your Honor, could we approach? - Yep.

Whoever that is, she's driving me crazy

- with her little sounds. - I know.

Let's just ignore it, pretend she's not here.

You may step back.

Mm.

Interesting. Listen. Psst!

Carol, I can download that. You don't have to...

My God. Thank you.

- Uh-huh. - Hi, Jessica.

My overdraft limit...

yeah, I need to raise it.

- Mm-hmm. - Wait. No. No, no, no.

You... My bank. They keep putting me on hold.

47 minutes.

I'm muting her. She'll never notice.

- Your boss? - She is reading me an entire case.

What's going on with the bank? Everything cool?

Yeah, yeah, it's... fine. I was up half the night.

Don't ask. And when I did get to sleep,

- I didn't hear the alarm. - Hmm.

Okay, Carol. Thanks. That's very helpful.

Bye.

She is obsessed with my woodchipper case.

Can you blame her?

All right. I gotta get to 802.

Sara, I... I... was... I was thinking.

I have a question... a proposal.

Oh, yeah, I'm here. Hi. Just give me...

Go. I'll see you later.

Uh, one...

- Hi. - Hello.

Your client seriously threatened

to put a judge into a woodchipper?

Willie DeWitt. Sit down.

He is alleged to have tried to hire a hit man

who turned out to be an undercover cop.

- How exactly did he, um... - Shh. Oh, my God. There he is.

- The woodchipper judge? - Uh-huh.

Judge Gore... his courtroom's in Torrance.

He must be here for Willie's arraignment.

- Did you see that? - Okay, that was a message.

He's sending you a message.

They arrest me on a Friday

so that I have to spend three nights in jail.

I mean, they did that on purpose.

- Also, you conspired to kill a judge. - That is not what happened.

Willie, the People have a boatload of evidence.

My advice as your lawyer is to seek a plea deal.

I can't go back to prison. I spent two years in...

For fraud, I know,

and the judge who gave you that sentence

was Judge Ronald Gore, who you then conspired to...

There was no conspiring.

Willie, they have your emails.

You know this. A chain of emails

in which you planned to kidnap Judge Gore,

chop him into pieces,

and then dispose of him into a woodchipper.

- Okay, but I wasn't serious. - Willie...

No, listen to me. Listen... Nobody is listening.

Yes. I fantasized about killing Judge Gore.

What prisoner wouldn't in the darkest of night?

I mean, it was my therapist's idea.

By acting out my fantasies, I could,

you know, expunge them like... it was like roleplay.

What therapist?

I mean, it wasn't an actual...

I read about it on the internet.

Yes, I took it too far, absolutely,

but I had to make it real!

And... And I... I totally would have called it off,

and I'll explain that to the court.

These people are out to get me, Ms. Lopez.

I mean, you've got to help me.

You can't beat the evidence, and you know it.

I have everything Carmichael had two years ago

except for the handwriting match,