All Rise

Previously on "All Rise"...

Lola Carmichael's upcoming tenure

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

Shut up. You brought that woman into this courtroom...

Hey! Hey!

Hey.

It's so weird... "Thanks for shooting someone," but...

It's part of the job.

Rule number 1... avoid trials.

With any luck, we'll get some plea deals

and live to fight another day.

- And where does justice fit in? - Close second.

I cannot accept any plea, given what I know.

We're going to trial.

It is on the record

that my dad was a grifter who fixed races,

ran poker games.

Please remove your belt, shoes...

- Take something for it. - No, I'm fine.

- Sleep is important. - Not as important as my clients.

You're not sleeping because your apartment has turned on you.

My apartment has not turned on me.

What would you call it, then?

- Insomnia. - Because it turned on you.

No, I... No. It's...

No, I can't get comfortable.

I just... I thought, with Joe finally gone-gone,

that I'd be able to relax, read.

Emily, buy some new furniture,

slap some fresh paint on the walls,

buy a bread maker.

None of that will help me sleep.

Okay, so then knock out a wall.

- Hmm. - Knock out two walls.

I've got a sledgehammer.

I'll bring it over,

open a bottle of wine.

You have no idea. It will feel so good.

You'll sleep like a baby.

Amongst the rubble?

You know one of the things I love about being a judge?

- Guess. - Private parking.

- Nope. - Your own bathroom.

Recess.

You love recess?

No, I love saying it.

It's like I'm a kid again and I'm up there

and I'm dressed as a judge

and I get to decide when recess is.

Lola, you're not dressed up as a judge.

You actually are a Superior Court judge.

I need to pee. Recess.

I need time to think. Recess.

You know what I can't believe?

The Clippers got Kawhi! Ha!

LeBron is still my guy.

I feel so sad for you.

I need a new mattress. I know that.

Something fresh with no lingering,

you know, indentations.

I love a new mattress.

You know what I really need?

I need to be by myself. I love it.

I need to know what being by myself feels like.

But not for too long, Em.

Right now I need to get ready for my trial.

These things need a time limit.

How's your dad? Have you spoken to him yet?

Since I punched him? No.

Mark, he's your father.

That's how it goes with me and Vic.

Punch each other in the face every 10 years and then...

- Recess. - Exactly.

Hmm. How's it going with the old guard?

Honestly, I think I'm winning them over.

Hold that.

You got this?

Got to get to trial.

Go good.

We need to talk unauthorized furniture.

Good morning, Sherri.

This is a perfectly good bookcase.

For "Game of Thrones."

I'm sure someone around here will want it.

- Your Honor... - Call me Lola.

Never gonna happen.

Let's give it a try. It's a fun name to say.

Good morning, Sherri. Good morning...

Your Honor.

First up,

- grocery store trial... assault. - Right.

Judicial assistants need to maintain

a respectful distance from their judge,

thus protecting the important hierarchical traditions

without which the system would collapse

into chaos and muddy muck.

Keep moving things forward, Your Honor.

Our calendar is a mess. We're behind.

I've had to push cases to other judges,

- and they don't like it. - No kidding.

I had to ride in the elevator alone.

Be ruthless. Don't tolerate dawdling.

Or backtalk.

No backtalk. Understood.

That's a total fabrication.

It's just not true.

They attacked me.

They claim I was threatening, that I attacked them.

I was just trying not to get hurt.

And yet, despite the fact

that you clearly posed no threat

and that, according to the police report,

the grocery store security guard sustained zero injuries,

somehow you're the one who's been charged with felony assault.

Objection. Is there a question?

Ms. Lopez, is there a question?

Why were you in the store that day?

Are you familiar with the term "food desert"?

- I am, but why don't you tell the court? - Objection, Your Honor!

Overruled. Go ahead, Mr. Guerra.

It's an urban area with no access to good quality fresh food.

The customers around this store are poor,

many elderly so they can't afford to go somewhere else,

and this store routinely stocks tainted meat,

expired dairy.

Your Honor, this is an assault charge,

not a seminar on urban food issues.

Duly noted. Counsel, continue.

- Mr. Guerra. - We were gathering data.

We work for a neighborhood action group...

We were monitoring...

the best "before" dates and taking pictures of the spoiled food

and placing warning stickers on it.

ICE.

And the manager knew that.

And he sent the security guards

to intimidate us.

Mr. Guerra, is everything okay?

I'm not sure, Your Honor. I...

Excuse me, sir, man in the black coat,

stand up, please.

I think you'd better identify yourself.

Sal Soto, ma'am.

Purpose of your presence today, Mr. Soto?

I work for U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

ICE. Seriously?

Didn't you get the memo?

You are not supposed to be in here, sir.

Your Honor...

Bailiff!

Whoa!

No! This is a restricted area!

Hey!

Stand... Hey!

- Hey! - Nowhere to run.

There's nowhere else to go.

- It do... Uhh! - Back!

You stop!

No! I said stop!

Mr. Guerra, you need to stop running now!

I can't go back! I can't go back!

On your knees! Hands behind your head.

If you let them take him back to Nicaragua, he'll die.

Kimani, take a breath. You do not want to get arrested.

Bailiff, you need to keep him in the building.

He still has rights.

Hey! Listen up!

This is still my house,

and we play by my rules,

and my rules say...

- The federal government... - No backtalk!

This young man deserves his day in court,

and I intend to give it to him.

Put Mr. Guerra in holding

so Ms. Lopez can speak with her client

privately.

It's okay, baby, it's okay.

- We're gonna figure this out. - I know. I'm sorry.

I love you.

Recess!

ICE is in your courtroom.

Walked right in like he owned it

in the middle of the defense presenting her case.

The governor signed a bill last year.

I thought we won this battle.

We did.

Hey, I need to talk to the L.A. County Sheriff.

He's not gonna take the call,

so you just have to threaten him a little. Thanks,

What are the charges?

Felony assault. First offense. No warrants out on the accused.

He's undocumented.

From Nicaragua. It's in his file.

This doesn't make any sense.

How did ICE even know he was there?

Somebody tipped them off.

Or they're planning something bigger

and are softening the ground

with the least experienced judge in the building.

Where's the defendant now?