The first 200 lines.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
That one!
This one?
Yes!
Oh, my gosh,
this is the suitcase!
How much for this one?
$80.
This is worth like $45 at
Montreal Lumber and Hardware.
I give you $60.
Fine, $60.
I'll take the suitcase
and the red Chanel --
Aah! Oh, my God!
I thought
that was a rat.
I'm sorry. I keep thinking
everything's a rat.
Where's your little lawyer?
I don't know.
She hasn't responded to my texts
all morning.
Hey, Bob?
Yeah?
What happened to
the young lady juror
who was in the front row?
She had to be replaced
with an alternate.
She was nuts.
She told everybody in the jury
that she was a goblin
and that she slept
with the judge,
the second chair
prosecution...
and you.
Wow, that's crazy.
Hey, what happened
to that juror, the girl?
I'm so sorry.
I was beginning to worry
you were dead.
I am indeed not dead,
Your Honor.
And my deepest apologies
to the court.
Don't worry.
Something amazing is happening.
Your Honor
may I approach?
If you must.
Your Honor,
some crucial evidence
has come to my attention
as of this morning.
Well,
then we should recess.
Negative.
Sorry, Polly.
I have a witness who needs
to leave the country tonight
for some much needed R&R.
May I emphasis
the word "urgency"?
Okay, proceed.
Yes.
Your Honor,
this stings.
Oh.
Excuse me, sir, could you
please put that out?
You're not allowed to smoke
on the bus.
Oh.
My mistake.
Would you like to tell the court
about your morning?
Well,
I took a bubble bath
and scrolled through some
pictures of myself in my 20s.
And then afterward,
I decided to clean the house.
And in the corner
of my closet,
where I often do not look,
something caught my attention.
Oh, and what was it
that caught your attention?
A large zebra-print
rollerboard suitcase
with a pull-out carrier handle,
neon pink trim,
and pitch-black lining.
Well, let's see it.
Double trouble.
Oh, my God!
These are identical.
Is this yours?
Oh, no.
I wouldn't be caught dead
in an airport
without
my Louis Vuittons.
I just love
how brown they are,
and you can smell that leather
for miles.
Has anyone other than my client,
Dory Sief,
lived with you
over this past year?
Sigh, no.
I'm going through some pretty
ugly divorce proceedings,
so, um, nobody really
wants to be around me.
So would it be safe to assume
that it belongs to my client,
your only house guest
this past year?
That's my best guess.
And I would just like
to remind the court
that there were
two pieces of luggage
purchased on that evening from
Montreal Lumber and Hardware.
One ended up in the ground --
sad face.
The other ended up
in Gail Patel's closet.
No, no,
stop, stop, stop!
Your Honor,
I object to so much.
This exhibit is being treated
as evidence.
And I'm sorry, but the defense
could have easily planted this.
And don't we agree that
the timing of this appearance
is beyond suspicious?
The timing of this incident
was not manipulated.
Ugh!
I don't do that.
It's called happenstance.
And, Your Honor,
she's just jealous.
Jealous? Please, I mean, of your
breast implants, maybe, but --
Oh, clutch the pearls.
But, uh, of your
legal strategies, no.
Your Honor, I would never
get breast implants.
Order!
Ladies, please.
Let's leave the female form
out of this.
I'm very sorry for
getting heated. My apologies.
But I think that this
is just too unbelievable.
Miss Danziger, you'll have
your chance to cross-examine.
And I shall not
disappoint.
Cassidy:
Don't worry, Polly.
I just have one more question,
and she's all yours.
Big girl.
So, seeing
these two suitcases,
what would you conclude?
I believe she brought
the suitcase back from Montreal,
left it, forgot about it,
and shouldn't be on trail
to begin with.
Thank you, Gail.
I mean, right?
No further questions,
Your Honor.
And I just want to say,
Mommy says hi.
Oh, she's the best.
She is, kind of.
She's all yours,
Jiggles.
I'm Jiggles?
Sit down, Wiggles.
Miss Patel, is it fair to say
that before this morning,
you have never noticed this loud
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