The Good Fight

A journalist was shot and killed.

The state will refile and try these two defendants together.

My client cant get a fair trial if were with Mr. Blum.

Well, then I suggest you visit the court officer

so he can stamp your "tough shit" ticket.

The two of you are joined at the hip.

I know. It gets me every time.

No human should starve. No baby should suffer.

If this wont touch the heartstrings

of Trump supporters, I dont know what will.

Lets hold off on questions. Sorry.

- Harry, yes? - Yeah, this is such great work, Guy.

Do you think we can get this on Chris Hayess show?

Were posting on YouTube later today,

and our plan is to even take an ad out on Fox.

I didnt see anything in there about single-payer health care.

Well, we couldnt touch on everything. If we did,

it'd be an eight-hour video.

- Do you feel... - But single-payer isn't just another issue;

- it's "the issue". - No, the issue is global warming.

The debate is over...

Follow me.

- What? - Just follow me.

- Where? - Close.

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Re-edit it! Re-edit it! Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Re-edit it! Re-edit it!

Do you want a mission?

Do I want...?

A mission.

I don't know what that means.

You have two options.

You could go back in there and they'll make you the co-chair

of the subcommittee on bake sales,

and every week you'll argue over some new outrage of Trumps,

or you could do something.

I'm looking for people who are sick

of just bitching and moaning,

people who are sick of screaming at the news.

I'm looking for people who are ready

to take the fight to Trump.

Sorry. Ten-month-old.

Sir?

Lucca, Liz is looking for you.

For me? Did we have a meeting?

- Mr. Blum? Mr. Blum? Hello? - Yeah, what floor am I on?

23rd.

- Is this where I'm going? - It is, yes.

The United Negro College Fund have a bake sale?

- Excuse me? - That painting is fucking hideous.

- So where are we doing this? - This way.

- So, listen, Mary Elizabeth... - Maia Rindell.

Unless this judge has a heart attack,

you and I are stuck with one another.

We're co-counsels, so don't fuck me.

Oh, God.

Why are we stopping?

Well, this is me.

Here?

Uh, yes.

And-and this chair?

Well, I mean, you get one, too.

Did I volunteer to man the phones

at a teen suicide hotline?

Where is your office?

We're pressed for space.

Oh, my fucking God.

How can anyone take you seriously?

How can you take yourself seriously?

You work out of your bedroom

next to a rotten pile of smoked salmon.

Who's that? Why does she have an office?

Shes a third year, too.

Excuse me, Miss?

Little Maia here can't get

- through the day without masturbating. - Roland!

Shes a little self-conscious about doing it out here.

I was wondering, would you be willing to trade places?

Would you shut up, please?

Just shut the fuck up. I need you to back...

Please back off. Sit in one of my seats.

Oh, good, Lucca. Come in.

Sorry, Mrs. Reddick, I didn't know we had a meeting.

Oh, no, we didn't, we didn't, we don't.

I just wanted to, um... Uh, come... Have a seat.

Yeah, sure.

Can I get you anything?

- A-A bagel? - Oh, no.

Actually, I've got some, uh... Cheerios.

So how are things in matrimonial?

Good.

Yeah, five new clients. And thank you for

pushing me for the job.

Oh, no problem. I wanted a familiar face in there.

You know, someone that, uh...

Uh, anyway, I have a divorce referral for you.

Great. Who?

Me.

You?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be. It's a long time coming.

We've had our tensions and, uh,

barely even, uh...

Anyway, I don't want to bore you, so lets just, uh...

Oh, Mrs. Reddick, I-I'm sorry.

- My diaper bag looks like my... - Oh, yeah.

- ...work bag. - Here.

Okay, so, um, just a few basic questions.

Yes. I, uh, I make more than my husband. Uh, we have a prenup.

You remember my son Malcolm? I want sole custody,

and I expect this to be amicable.

Is that what he expects?

He...?

Is that what your husband expects, for it to be amicable?

Oh, I don't...

I don't know. I haven't told him yet.

I think you should.

Yes.

Yeah, I should.

I will.

Great.

Ugh.

What is that stuff?

Ugh, it's poison. Try it.

Ooh, no thanks.

Who's this asshole?

State of Illinois v. Ward and Colman.

Ah, put it on the table. Here you go, kid.

I'm Spencer Zschau,

the assistant state's attorney

now assigned to the Mundy murder.

What happened to Matan?

You mean the killer?

What are you, a comedian?

You know, I saw you in court. Uh...

"I have the killer's name inside this envelope."

It's very impressive.

Thats why I'm on this case. You got into Matan's head.

You'll find it hard to get into mine.

Want to bet?

What's your plea offer?

Well, you should know our clients intend to stick together.

Your client paid for Tony Mundys murder

and yours was the triggerman,

so 25 years for yours and 20 for yours.

Get the fuck out of here!

What, you call that an offer?

I call that the best you'll get.

But no need to compel discovery.

- What the fuck? - Oh.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Those must be takeout menus. My mistake.

I assume you'll be getting us the real discovery by end of day?

That's definitely a good assumption.

You probably don't recognize me, Mr. Blum.

My father was Alvin Zschau.

That supposed to mean something to me?

Federal Judge, Seventh Circuit.

You fed lies and smears to your buddies at the press

to get him to resign.

Never heard of him. Sounds like a made-up name.

I've waited for this moment for a long time.

Meeting you face-to-face in order to say,

"See you in court."

That's not good.

He's gonna keep the discovery from us until the last minute.

Yeah, I'll call for a motion to compel because now I'm pissed.

Little shit thinking he can come after me?

What are you doing?

I'm taking off my pants.

Why?

Morphine suppository.

Again?

Hey.

Hey.

Are we out of vanilla yogurt?

Uh, yeah. I'll, uh, get some tomorrow.

Do you want me to make you some eggs?

No, I'm good.

Bad day at work?

No.

Ian.

I think we need to...

consider giving ourselves a break.

From?

Each other.

You mean a separation?

No.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

Ian, this isn't anybodys fault,

and-and I hope that we can stay civil for Malcolm.

I've already talked to my lawyer, and I told her

this does not have to get ugly.

You've talked to a lawyer?

Well, I work in an office filled with them.

Well, then, I guess I better get one, too.

Come on in. You're the last.

It's a temporary space.