-Next case, The City of New York vs. Captain James T. Kush.
He was arrested for growing and selling marijuana
on his charter boat.
-Hold on.
Yes, this is the least surprised I've ever been.
-Your Honor, my client runs a respectable business
beloved by college students, Deadheads,
and Woody Harrelson.
-Plus, Your Excellency, I was in international waters.
My only judge should be the sea.
-Um, you were in the East River.
That's not international or water.
Still, though, felony drug trafficking
seems a little steep.
Uh, Counselor, do you know why the DA's office went so harsh?
-Hmm? Oh, absolutely,
I am listening.
-The court chooses to let the defendant off with a fine
and a stern "don't ye be growin' any more cannabis
on yer vessel, argh."
-Okay, dude, a piece of advice...
Cheetos are not a deodorant.
-Olivia, you feeling okay?
I mean, I know you don't like being here,
but tonight it actually shows.
-It's hard to care about these other cases
when Eli Bettencourt is over there.
-Wait, Eli Bettencourt? Is here? Tonight?
Who is that?
-He's the one with the nurse.
He's one of the city's biggest political power brokers.
And luckily for me, he was assaulted
on his way home from dinner.
If I win, I'll gain his undying gratitude
and be on my way to becoming the first classically hot
Supreme Court Justice.
Well, u-unless you count Earl Warren.
-Ooh, he was a smoke show.
-Now, if you'll excuse me, destiny awaits.
-Your Honor, District Attorney Jeff Dewitt,
representing New York City
and my dear friend Eli Bettencourt.
I'll take it from here, Alicia.
-Well, stay positive.
Maybe the victim in your next case is also a power broker.
Or maybe that giant snake will swallow you whole.
You just never know.
That's Night Court, baby.
-Well, if it isn't Dan Fielding.
So the rumors are true.
You're a public defender now? - Jeff Dewitt.
I heard you drowned on the Lehman Brothers boat.
-You wish. They do women and children last.
- You two friends? - Former colleagues.
Jeff and I go way back.
I used to give him advice on how to dress.
Obviously he's forgotten all of it.
-I'm actually glad you're here, Mr. District Attorney.
I've noticed some trends coming out of your office
that I'd really like to talk to you about.
-Too much justice?
Up top, boom!
No, of course, the DA's office takes the concerns
of a jurist like yourself very seriously.
Let's... Let's get a meeting on the books.
-Oh, I've never had a meeting on the books.
I've had a meeting about books.
Back home when they tried to ban "Cat in the Hat"
for being pro-mischief.
-Care to bet on the outcome like in the old days, Dan?
-Sadly I'm no longer a gambling man.
So say 500?
-Easy money. She looks like a pushover.
-Ah, sweet Jeff, you're going to wish you died at sea.
-Next up, The People vs. Gil Crandall.
-My office is charging assault and robbery in the first degree.
-See, this is exactly
the kind of excessive charge I'm talking about.
-The fact is Mr. Bettencourt was attacked
for his to-go container of hard-earned oysters.
Gil here stole food out of this great man's beautiful mouth.
-Well, according to the doorman's statement...
-Ooh, I wonder whose side the doorman is going to be on.
-The two men bumped into each other
and Mr. Bettencourt threw his doggie bag at the defendant,
yelling, "Suck on that, Poor-o."
-By the way, I'm a cashless business now.
I have something called Venmo.
What's all this?
-Ah, I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon with Jeff Dewitt
at something called the Manhattan Heritage Club.
-Heritage Club? That's old New York.
You know, it was founded in 1784 as a place to be able
to gossip behind Alexander Hamilton's back.
-Well, it sounds like the perfect place to convince Jeff
that his office's focus on conviction rates
is ruining lives and not making the city any safer.
-And you're going to say all those words to him?
-Of course not.
I also have my iPad loaded up with pie charts.
Ooh, do you think I should call it a pie pad?
-Thank God I'm here.
You know, if you tell him what you want, you will never get it.
You need Dan Fielding's three-pronged approach
to backroom dealing.
Alright, you start with a few good-natured insults,
Follow it up with a couple of backhanded compliments, huh?
And by that time, he's going to be three scotches deep
and he will tell you what he really wants
and then you're in the driver's seat.
Metaphorically speaking.
If you're actually in a car,
it's a whole different set of prongs.
-Dan, I appreciate the advice, but I'm all good.
This isn't some backroom deal.
In fact, when I meet with Jeff,
I'm going to ask for the front-iest room they've got.
-He's going to eat you alive.
-Beef jerky?
Why are you eating shame food out in the open?
-Eli was supposed to be my Golden Ticket out of here.
And then Jeff Dewitt showed up like a fat German kid
and snatched my Golden Ticket away.
-Hey, it's still a win, as long as you're not
one of those four weird grandparents
sleeping head to toe in the living room.
Well, at least you don't have to waste your Saturday
at Jeff's dumb old club like Abby.
-Abby got invited to the Manhattan Heritage Club?
The premier club for legal elites in New York City?
The club that I have dreamed of joining ever since I realized
the pure joy of excluding people?
If I got there, I wouldn't have to wait for some Eli
to get punched in the face.
That club is crawling with rich, punchable old men.
-Crawling? Is that what rich people do when we're not around?
Do you get so much money they're like, "I'm a baby again"?
-That place is wasted on Abby. She doesn't want to use
social interaction to advance her career.
She just wants to be friends with people, like a psycho,
and unironically use terms like... Lady date!
I just never get tired of calling it that.
-I am so glad we're finally doing this.
Even if the only time you had available
was when I had to be at this club.
-Uh-huh, yeah, definitely here just for you.
-You could help me talk that DA talk with Jeff
and then we can scoot off to Color Me Mine.
-Color me excited.
It's everything I ever dreamed.
There's the state's attorney.
Oh, and the governor's chief of staff.
And that sugar daddy husband from "Real Housewives"
whose name I always forget. - Oh, it's Bradman.
He got his neck done, but... But that's not important.
No, if we can get Jeff pumped about evidence-based
prosecution reform, I really feel like... Olivia?
-Oh, you got this, girl.
Oh! Is that a state comptroller I see?
-Judge Stone, welcome.
What do you think of our little club?
-Ah, it's fancy. I'll try to resist the urge
to pull on all the books, looking for a secret room.
-Please do.
Oh, and you'll never guess who I ran into.
-Judge Stone.
As I live and breathe.
Which makes me the healthiest person in this room.
-Dan, if I didn't know better,
I would think you were checking up on me.
-Not at all. I've been a member of this club since the '90s.
And I am currently up to date on my dues,
despite what is clearly a clerical error!
-Well, strap in, Jeff.
I am about to take you on an epic journey
to a safer New York.
My iPad will be our magic carpet as we...
Oh, it seems that someone
snatched our magic carpet on the subway.
-You think someone made off with your iPad?
Jeff, "made off," too soon?
Gentle ribbing.
Prong one.
Ch-Check.
-Sorry to drag you down here on your weekend, Gurgs.
-Well, make it quick. Saturdays are when I work on my novel.
I just got to the twist.
They were on a submarine the whole time!
-Whoa!
-And there's a character based on you.
- What? - But he dies like right away.
Or does he?
He does!
So, what's Abby got you doing?
-She wanted me to pick up copies of her research
to take to some snooty club.
If they'll even let me in.
-Alright, Neil,
I'm tired of watching you mope around about Abby.
She's your boss and she's engaged.
It's not going to happen.
But if you want to stand a chance with any woman,
you know what you need to do?
-Hope your book gets big and people recognize me
as the cool guy that dies in the beginning?
-I didn't say cool.
You need to build up some confidence.
Change your clothes, Neil.
We're going clubbing.
- Can I still wear comfy shoes? - No, you may not.
-Okay, my presentation materials
are running a little bit late,
but I think we should just dive in.
My first slide was a word cloud
which I will now describe from memory.
-Oh, sorry, I got to take this.
Hold on!
It's my investment guy.
If I don't answer, he goes rogue.
Last time, he went all in on Theranos after the documentary.
What?!
-Hurry back. I'll get us some steaks,
a couple scotches. - Oh, I can't.
I'm seeing a nurse. She's got me down to two steaks a day.
-Dan, what are you doing? I told you I got this.
-Yes, I know. No, I'm just helping.
Look, these guys are trickier than the cow tippers
and Jet-Ski hooligans you dealt with upstate.
-We have some tough customers back home.
Biff Cratchit, Wink Honeycrisp, Colonel Ciderman.
-Okay, fine, fine, fine, I don't need a rundown
of the corn crime all-stars.
I've known this guy for 30 years
and you're not going to get any traction with him
until you figure out what it is he wants from you.
-I don't know. I think I could sell him on this.
People can change. You changed.
-Yeah, but I'm incredible.
-Well, we're sticking with coal!
-Jeff, I think word clouds can be a little abstract.
Let's get concrete.
Your policies affect real people.
-You know what, though, Abby, I think, you know,
maybe our friend would rather talk
about how you could fast-track his cases
or go easy on his buddies, huh, huh, huh?
Get him a restraining order against all children.
Are you winking at any of these, Jeff?
-Actually, I'm not into horse trading anymore.
Unless you have an actual horse you... you want to trade.
I have got one I am dying to get rid of.
-So, no meat, no horse trading.
You've changed.
-That's interesting.
Dan, should we get something to eat?
I hear the crow here is excellent.
-It is. They call it field squab and it is to die for.
Field squab!
-I can't believe you wore that.
You look like an off-Strip blackjack dealer.
-Uh, I saw a guy dressed like this in the Olympics.
Granted, he was wearing ice skates.
I don't know, Gurgs. Let's just leave the folder and go.
-No. You need this and you belong here.
Remember what Tony Robbins says.
-"Get out of my seminar, Neil, you're bumming us out"?
-Exactly, and we're going to prove him wrong.
Just follow me.
The finest of afternoons.
We're here to see... Arthur!
Arthur, is that you, old boy?
They told me you was there.
-I belong here.
-Of course you do.
Spa waters, table three.
And put on a tie.
No one wants to see your neck.
-I-I just think I could really thrive in this club.
All I need is someone to sponsor my membership.
-Sorry, miss, I already gave my one sponsorship
to my youngest son here.
-Well, I'll leave you to your mush.
-I keep all my club clothes at work.
Trials end, I throw this on, show up at a club,
and sometimes the deejay hasn't even gotten to the drop yet.
Everyone's waiting around like, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm,
and then I show up and it's like bwoooo, wah-wah-wah-wah!
Olivia, what are you doing here?
-What am I doing here?
I capitalized on a woman's desperate need for friendship.
What are you doing here?
-Oh, I was just teaching Neil a lesson in confidence.
-Neil's here?
What, they just let anyone in this dump?
-And that's the amount of recidivism
reduced by this approach.
Now, here's the point in the presentation
where I would've offered you whipped cream
to go with your pie chart, and you would've loved it.
-Well, I got to tell you, this has been eye-opening.
-Excuse me.
Oh, good, someone found my iPad.
And all I need to do to get it back
is answer a series of riddles.
Excuse me.
-So, Jeff, you're actually interested
in what Abby is saying?
-Oh, I'm eating this up.
Usually I have to bribe a nanny
to figure out a target's weaknesses.
But she is handing me all the material I need.
-Need to improve society?
No.
To improve my chances of getting re-elected.
I've been looking for a soft-on-crime judge
to be the face of everything destroying New York City,
and she is the perfect scapegoat.
-Third scotch, third prong, system works.
-Abby, the third scotch worked.
He wants a scapegoat for the next election
and it's going to be you.
So now we know what he wants.
We can use it against him.
-I don't want any more prongs, Dan.
-No, no, no, no, no, we're done with prongs.
We're into phases.
Now, phase one has five prongs.
-Dan, stop it. I want to change things
and I'm not going to do that by playing the same games
you've all been playing since the wall-deer had bodies.
-I don't want you to get hurt.
-Thank you, but I got this.
I want to do things my way.
-I understand. Enjoy your Shirley Temple.
-Sherlock Temple.
They don't have drinks named after women.
-That's why I haven't paid my dues.
You should all be ashamed of yourselves.
- Rough day? - Yeah, it's been...
Neil, what is happening?
Why are you bartending?
-Well, I came to bring you that folder,
which I'm realizing I never did.
They thought I was a waiter, so I said, "This isn't my job,"
confidently, and they promoted me to bartender.
It's actually very fulfilling work.
People want my attention.
They ask for my advice. It's nice.
So care to pour me a story?
-Just things seemed so much simpler upstate.
People here seem to have an agenda.
-I've lived a lot of lives today.
And if there's one thing I've learned,
it's that people are the same everywhere.
Some are just lousy tippers.
-Wow, Neil, that's really profound.
That ice is really loud!
-Oh, I don't know where the ice is.
I just put my keys in here and I shake them up for show.
If someone wants a cocktail, I just recommend a scotch.
I tell them "it's peaty."
- Peaty. - It means smoky.
Look, it's Scottish swamp juice.
I don't know why people like it.
-Petey... That's it.
Jeff is a corn crime all-star.
And I know just the person who can help me prove it.
-Eh, not going to help you.
-Can you just tell me if my suspicions about Jeff are right?
-Uh, no, because if they are true,
maybe I confront Jeff and he gets me into this club.
-Why do you want to be a part of this club anyway?
You're better than this place.
-You think I don't know that?
I hate this place and everything it stands for.
The people are jerks, it smells like gravy,
and eight different men came up to me
and asked me who my husband told me to vote for.
If you want to get ahead, this is where you have to be.
-Blackmailing Jeff to get into this club is not the dream.
You using your drive and intelligence
to rise to a position of power where all the Jeffs
wants to blackmail you, that's the real dream.
-You really think that could happen for me?
-Stick with me and one day people will be lining up
to ruin your life.
Alright, Jeff Dewitt, let's talk!
Damn it, why'd that have to be a curtain?
I just feel like I just stormed into a shower.
-No, it worked. Keep going.
-Let me tell you about a little scandal that happened upstate.
You see, Biff Cratchit always won the Squash Art
competition at the county fair, but that's only because
Petey Gooster always gave him his best squash every year.
But the year that Biff finally lost was the year
that Petey found out that Biff was sleeping with his wife.
After that, Biff never won anything ever again.
-Well, I like a carnival sex yarn as much as the next man.
But what the hell does any of that have to do with me?
-You let it slip earlier that you're dating a nurse.
And in court the other day,
I saw you making a flirty face at Eli's nurse,
who I also learned is his wife.
-And his daughter's former roommate.
Gross.
-I think you're having an affair
with your biggest campaign donor's wife.
And if that comes out, just like old Biff,
you're going to lose your squash daddy,
and that squash for you is 800K every election cycle.
-Nice story.
You can't prove it.
-Ooh, but I can.
Remember that Eli Bettencourt case you stole from me?
Well, I called every witness,
but his wife wasn't one of them because she was here.
"With a friend."
-A friend that Neil's new co-workers
at a job he doesn't really have confirmed was you.
And I heard that you two were in a back room doing face stuff.
-Just say kissing.
-Got it.
-Well, that is a large pile of dirt you have there.
What do you want?
-Oh, same thing I've always wanted.
For you to take this research to heart
and effect some positive change.
-I don't know what your game is.
-No game. Games are your thing.
I'm just sharing information.
-So am I being blackmailed or not?!
This is really unnerving!
I'm going to read the whole thing, I promise!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, so, are... are... are we cool?
-Oh, and, um, you guys might want to find
a different place to hang out.
Yeah, turns out that this club is in violation
of all kinds of different codes,
so expect a fun little visit from people in jackets.
- Up top, boom! - Up top, boom!
-Turns out I'm much more comfortable
in a place where I am by far the most successful person.
-So, you decided to go with blackmail after all?
-Absolutely not. He just thought I did
because that's how he does things.
And as you said, he hasn't changed in 30 years.
- You know why? - Because he's not incredible?
-Well, yeah, but
also he doesn't have anyone
in his life to make him better.
Like my late wife or your father.
Or you.
- Cocktail, m'lady? - No, thank you.
I don't drink. - Neat.
So glad I spent $600 on bartending stuff.
-Why does this drink have a key in it?