Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A road to nowhere paved with naiveté and good intentions.

So we shift strategy.

Not. One. Dollar.

- Okay, Anna, listen... - No! You fucked up this entire trial.

[clerk] Count seven, charging the defendant with theft of services,

I am a director.

so half a dozen of your law school classmates

Uh, we're going to need art directors, photographers...

- Not that I recall. - [Todd] Spa treatments? Facials?

And that is that the defendant is guilty

I want sand in my toes and margaritas in both hands.

Oh, I just... it's just, I... this could take a while.

This whole shebang hangs on two words,

- Brought you lunch... - You can't, I can update you.

Team Anna is this side.

I'm going to be wildly, deeply unhappy.

- I did. - Did the defendant pay for these services?

Everyone lies a little bit.

I do understand.

- What did Natasha say? - She texted, she dropped the clothes off.

Stopping at nothing to get a loan from Fortress?

Please don't wrap the flag around this psycho.

Well, it's either that or divorce.

So long as your checks don't bounce.

because they wanted to be in business with her.

How drunk are you?

They literally fainted.

I'll bet it's ringing.

It's not just my reputation, asshole,

- What's it say? Give it. - Stop it. You're not in here much.

The Sinatra defense. Bold.

Till then, always a pleasure, Miss Karen,

Whatever it takes, right?

You got the funds?

Here, have at it.

- This is our show. - And did you see?

[closing theme music playing]

Do you believe your lies?

and it's all due to a celebrity stylist.

I find it far more immediate than texting.

Apparently she wore white on the day of her closing arguments.

and, from what I can tell, they only remember mistakes,

[sighs] That's the goal.

It wasn't a crime when Sinatra did it.

before Paul gives your desks away to the interns.

So ten counts against Anna, right?

And don't let the jumbo size fool you.

I don't have the words, and I should because words are my job,

[cell phone ringing]

Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a very difficult job.

Guess it's my turn to make the H&M run.

On October 11th, 1944,

You can probably blame me for that.

Can they find where I live? They know where I work.

and fucking raids fucking hotel mini-bars

I think that some members of the media might wish to speak to you as well.

Whether it's on a resumé, or a sales pitch, or on social media.

Have a good vacation. You earned it.

I understand all that.

I also beat two out of three of your biggest charges.

And I want to mention something about the media.

I'm getting on a plane for Mexico in five hours. Come what may.

I sent a hand-written forget-me-not note with,

[indistinct conversation]

Even your father is done with this shitty act of yours.

fortified by kindness, and tell your story...

I've been held up at gunpoint in this courtroom,

and now, now I look like a fucking hack because I can't control my client.

He's a nice guy.

Guilty or not guilty?

Everyone's going to hate me after I testify.

We learned a lot about your bio from your testimony.

Since Vivian's not typing, I'm making a green tea run. Anybody?

[car door closes]

The jury loved her.

So Vadim, the thing is, your daughter is a little distraught.

but given the stresses of a trial like this,

[theme music playing]

If you have a reasonable doubt as to her intent,

An immigrant kid, who came to this country for the American dream...

you were never dangerously close to committing any of those crimes.

[door opens and closes]

This may be your reputation...

[Kacy] Neither.

[Vadim speaks Russian]

I let you take the stand

I mean, this chick's amazing.

You speak Russian, right?

It was mine. The white dress Anna wore.

I'm taking the stand, you incompetent ape.