Happy Treat Tuesday.
This is my world-famous creation—
half brownie, half blondie so they come out beige.
But Beige-ies sounds horrible, so I call them Khakis.
Jump in.
Jump into your khakis?
This is a hall of justice, not a Connecticut key party.
You did a lot of baking.
Well, I had to do gluten-free for Laura
and gluten-heavy for Timo,
and Sandy's allergic to nuts but wouldn't say which ones,
so I had to do six different kinds for him.
It's like Russian Roulette, but yummy.
- Ugh. - What, are they bad?
No. They're delicious,
which is somehow more annoying.
Guess who's back? Vincent Graziano.
Back after 2 days. The over-under was 2.5.
Yes! Ha! Ah!
The under takes it. Ah!
It's easy money.
Graziano's been arrested for possession of stolen items
four times in three weeks.
Yeah, who could have guessed that a repeat offender
would not show up to paint the wall of a rec center?
Oh, that's right— everyone.
I just think, if you show a little compassion,
you can put people on a better path.
Yeah, it all sounds exhausting.
It's all that caring.
Don't worry about me, Dan.
I've always got my emotional-support grouch.
And your vest came in. I can take you on planes now.
So, is tonight the night
finally you throw the book at Graziano?
Mm. There's something going on with that guy.
He only started committing crimes a few weeks ago.
I've got one more little move I'm gonna try on him.
- Ha! - Ohh.
Feed me! Feeeeeed me.
Okay, I like that you guys are bonding,
but I wish it wasn't over mocking my judicial philosophy.
Ooh, you know what?
That's the perfect size for my winnings.
- ADA Moore. - Oh.
I got you a little something
to help with the evening rush hour.
Oh, thank you, Officer.
Don't mind if I doo-oo-woo-oo.
Oh.
Come on, Gurgs, don't judge me.
Pretty much the only upside to working here
is that the cops give me perks to thank me
for constantly winning all their cases.
No judgement here.
The coroner gave me these earrings.
Jane Doe. - Ooh.
What's next, Neil?
It's everybody's favorite recidivist,
our returning champion, Vincent Graziano.
- Someone got a haircut. - Latest charge—
not showing up for community service.
Uh, Your Honor, my client does not dispute the parole violation
and will accept any punishment
that the Court deems... appropriate.
I don't accept this plea, Mr. Graziano.
I think we're about to get to the bottom
of what's really going on with you.
Last time you were here, you mentioned that you spent
some of your childhood in a youth home.
Did I? You were asking a lot of questions.
I said a lot of things.
So I had my clerk track down someone from your past.
I got to do some digging.
I was her "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo."
Were you that? Or were you her "Blue's Clues?"
Since I haven't been able to get through to you,
I think I found someone who can.
Permission to approach the bench, Your Honor?
Surprise guest? Who are you, DJ Khaled?
Yeah, okay, fine, I have Spotify, and sometimes
it shuffles to things that I don't understand.
I just think this guy needs a little intervention.
Look, I appreciate you wanting to help, all right,
but this is a court, not a therapist's office,
no matter how many mental patients march through here.
Well, get ready to arrest my heart for indecent exposure,
'cause I'm about to be flashin' some compassion.
Ugh.
Don't type that, please.
Father Manny, could you please approach the bench?
Uh, Your Honor, I really don't think this is a good idea.
Lorenzo, what are you doing here?
Lorenzo? No, this is Vincent.
Graziano?
Um, Your Honor,
oooobjection!
Adjourned!
This is Lorenzo Mullen.
He brings troubled youth to my program.
He's a very private person.
Father, do not finish.
- Oh, I get it now. - Neil!
Yeah, okay, sorry. I almost let that slip.
He's an undercover cop.
So, who here can keep a secret?
Great! And who here is lying?
Outing an undercover cop could have happened to anybody.
I mean, how long has that microphone even been there?
Since my first week...
in 1984.
Apparently, he was trying to get thrown in jail
so he could earn the trust of Giovanni Totino,
infiltrate the family, and entertain thousands of dads
by inspiring the next Scorsese movie.
Ooh, what I wouldn't give to live that undercover life.
Shoebox full of passports,
meeting up with your boss in a parking garage,
shooting your partner to prove you're legit,
not knowing where Gurgs ends and Sasha Santiago begins.
Oh, hey, guys.
Hey.
D-Did you see that? They just iced me.
Hey, I'm the one who does the icing around here!
Right, since we do not know what we're walking into,
you guys go first.
Hey, Your Honor, just wanted to see how you were doing
and if anyone else needs to be worried about how they're doing.
I'm okay.
I mean, how was I supposed to know he wanted to go to jail?
I mean, how could anyone know that a guy
who committed multiple crimes, pled guilty,
and then tried to get a "Lock Him Up" chant
going in the courtroom secretly wanted to go to jail?
Upstate we only had one undercover cop.
And I think the only reason Earl went undercover was
so that he could win the high school state championship at 26.
Also, he'd never been kissed.
Good for Earl.
Lorenzo wasn't even in super deep yet.
He was just 10 months into the operation.
10 months. 10 months? 10 months!
Now that I say it out loud, it sounds so much longer
than when you read it in the file.
You could grow a baby in 10 months.
This is bad.
No. No.
We're doing good here.
I mean, I can't get everything right.
I'm just one judge trying to make a difference.
But what if I'm making the difference wrong?
If I had just sent him to jail rather than trying
to figure him out, everything would be fine.
But I didn't, so it's not. It's bad.
This is very bad.
I feel like I made the city a more dangerous place today.
Or did I make it a more dangerous place in the future?
Neither one sounds good.
Relax, Your Honor. As long as you didn't affect
anything in the past, we're good.
Oh! Where's Neil?
- Sorry, tying my shoe. - Oh, thank God.
I thought you got Butterfly Effected.
I think I'm gonna just go think about this a bit.
Let's call it a night. We can panic tomorrow.
I mean, pick it up tomorrow.
So, what do you guys want to do now?
Ha! Kidding.
Well, I was right. The cops are mad at me.
They're taking all my perks away.
Just now, when I was walking through the building,
I had to go through... security.
We all do.
Not me. I get waved through.
Today I just had to stand there and wait.
There were people in front of me, behind me.
They were all just standing there.
It was madness.
That's a line. They're everywhere.
Oh, good. Abby's here. I could do with a treat.
Wait, why are her arms empty?
Am I hallucinating from dehydration
after standing so long in that— that— that thing?
Hey, everyone, I'm glad you're all here.
There's something I wanted to talk to you about.
Is it about where you're hiding the treats?
Because I don't see any.
Actually, Neil, it's about a decision I've made.
I'm always advocating digging into defendants' lives,
and, well, last night I did some soul searching on myself.
It's time a face some hard truths.
I don't have a head for hats,
and I need to change the way I approach this job.
I mean, I didn't realize that the way I do things
might actually hurt people.
So, from now on, I am just going to be a normal judge.
Normal judge?
Like one who calls balls and strikes,
one who doesn't ask deep and probing questions?
One who will cancel this Friday's
"Bring Your Dog to Court Night"?
- It's already off the calendar.
From here on out, I am all about boundaries,
boundaries in the court room and all other rooms.
Got it? Now, Officer Gruganous, start in 10.
My full name? I feel like I'm in trouble.
Like when my mama calls me Officer Gruganous.
This is good.
Things will run a lot smoother around here.
We shouldn't be upset. We should be throwing a party.
With what treats, Dan? With what treats?
Oh. Officers, hi.
Um, I just came from outside where my car was getting towed.
I-I-I chased the truck three blocks,
then I had to walk 10 blocks back
because the driver didn't stop when I jumped on the hood.
Were you parked in a red zone?
Because no one can park in a red zone, ma'am.
N-N-No, but it's— but I—
I'm tired of living like a regular person.
I gotta figure out what I can do to fix this.
Well, I could talk to them, get to the bottom of it.
Oh, yes, yes, that would be amazing, thank you.
Don't thank me. Thank Sasha Santiago.
Is this about you wanting to help,
or do you just want to go undercover?
- Well, couldn't it be both? - Okay, fine.
Let's call the first case.
We're just gonna start?
But I didn't get to do me "All rise."
That's in the Constitution.
Okay, The People versus Nate Crabbe.
Mr. Crabbe is charged with a D-and-D D-and-D.
Drink and disorderly while playing "Dungeons and Dragons."
Your Honor, my client is a Class-18 Barbarian Ogre
who got a little too into character swinging his war-horn.
That is not a euphemism.
It would be a little less embarrassing if it was.
It says here your client was drunk and brandishing a weapon.
So seems pretty straightforward.
Yes, uh, yes, there are just maybe a few details
that you should consider.
They were celebrating the wedding
of Condor the Paladin and Mordecai the Warg.
And you know how people get at weddings.
The court is only interested in facts from this realm,
so can we wrap it up, Counselor?
But I learned Nerd for this.
Your Honor, I truly appreciate
your new business approach to the job,
but, uh, maybe you're overcorrected a bit.
Permission to approach.
- Denied. - Denied?
That's never... happened before.
Permission to... lean?
I'm pretty tall.
I think I can—
Okay, if there's nothing further,
the Court is ready to rule.
In light of the defendant's reckless behavior,
I have no choice but to—
You're making a mistake.
What did you say?
I think you're allowing your issues
to cloud your judgement in this particular case, Your Honor.
- I find the defendant— - Don't.
- I find the defendant— - Nope.
That's one count of contempt for Mr. Fielding.
- Objection! - On what grounds?
I cite the precedent of Anderson versus...
Make that two counts.
Officer, take him and book him.
Okay, now, look,
all the gangs are gonna want you.
Now, take your time deciding.
Enjoy being courted.
Oh—
Hey, hey, hey, it's Treat Tuesday!
So I went to a bakery.
We gotta keep the tradition alive, right?
Just a few random Tuesdays, Neil, not really a tradition.
It's not like the fireworks on the Fourth of July
or eating a groundhog on the third of February.
Um...
Uh, quick heads up—
the only place open at 1:00 a.m. was an adult bakery.
Neil!
The icing guy wouldn't put bras on the A-cup cupcakes.
I asked, but he said "I don't come to where you work
and tell you what to do with your nipples."
Look, I just want to help, and with Dan locked up,
I'm trying to be... the Dan.
If you want to be more like him,
you could try pointing out my flaws in court.
I'm focusing on my own defects of character.
Now he has time to focus on his.
So, I know I didn't fix anything,
but did I make it worse?
Fair enough.
If anyone asks, I'm gonna say that this went well.
Check, check. Gurgs, you getting this?
Audio, check.
Now I just gotta remember the two rules of going undercover.
Rule number one— earn their trust.
Hey, fellas, got room for one more?
- Gurgs! - Gurgs! Hey, come on over.
Trust— check.
Rule number two— don't fall in love.
Wait, what? Why is that a rule?
I got a seat for you, Gurgs.
He's why that's a rule.
Don't fall in love.
Gurgs, remember your training.
So, uh, you guys mad at any lawyers?
Only all of them.
Hot and funny? He's a damn unicorn.
I'm in too deep.
Hey, what's this on your badge?
Oh, it's marinara.
Oh, can I get a taste?
Okay!
That's it. You're out. You've been compromised.
Abort. Abort.
What— What's that?
You're breaking up. You must be out of range.
I'm 12 feet away.
You can hear me!
Ah-choo!
- Bless you. - Hm! Bless me, indeed.
Somebody in here wearing cheap cologne?
Nope, just drinking it.
Ah!
Oh, Dan, good, you're still here.
Yes, you know, they have this intricate system
of locks and bars to make sure none of us leave.
I'm really worried about Abby.
Can you just pay the fine and talk to her?
No. I will not go up there and pry her back to her senses.
This is more than just a funk.
She's using Gurgs' full name, she hasn't thanked
any of the drug-sniffing dogs for their service,
she's talking about your "defects of character"--
Defects of char—
All right, I'll do it.
- Really? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, just get me out of here.
Okay.
I'll take the big guard— - No, no, no, no.
Do the paperwork. I'll pay the fine.
Oh, thank God. I couldn't take the big guard.
Not with that attitude, you can't.
How'd you get out?
I'd rather not relive it.
You paid the 40 bucks, didn't you?
It was horrible.
So, listen, I know that sharing, um, personal stories
is sort of out of vogue around this joint right now,
but, um...
My late wife, Sarah, was in recovery
for a few years even before we met,
and she was always adamant about
being of service to others.
I-I often thought that she went too far.
I was selfish. I wanted her to be with me.
But I soon realized that it was as much, if not more,
for her than it was for those other folks.
And when she couldn't help someone find their way,
it weighed on her.
Maybe like this has been weighing on you.
What was she in recovery for?
Booze.
Me, too. How did yo—
"Defects of character."
Plus, now I remember you once called a surprise party
a "birthday intervention."
I lost a lot of time with my dad
when I was at my worst.
Ashamed to be around him.
But he always had faith in me.
He said he was keeping that faith safe
until I had it in myself again.
I'm glad I got into recovery in time for him
to see me get better, but...
I never felt like I could make up for that lost time.
It's one of the reasons I took the job here,
to feel connected to him.
So when it's not going well or I mess up,
it's like I'm failing him all over again.
The Harry I knew— pfft.
You failing him?
That thought would have never even
remotely entered his mind.
And just— also, there's folks around here
who have a lot of faith in you.
- Thanks, Dan. - And you know what?
Think about it— you were right.
Graziano wasn't a criminal.
So if I was right, that means that you—
Don't— Don't finish that.
Now, i-if you don't mind,
my time in the clink has made me rather hungry.
Too hungry to ask.
Gurgs, I'm pulling you off the case.
But I'm so close to cracking this thing wide open.
I just need to get Grayson alone.
I'm thinking long weekend, Poconos, heart-shaped tub.
And I will get everything out of him.
This is stupid, all right?
I'm just gonna go over there and say something.
Oh, but you'll blow my cover.
You're playing yourself.
Okay, enough.
I have been prosecuting your collars for years.
Then one mistake and you blackball me?
You— You get my car towed?
You withhold evidence-room goodie bags?
This has gone too far.
I deserve free stuff!
We don't know what you're talking about, ma'am.
Oh, yeah? This bad boy ringing any bells?
By the way, have you met
Detective Richards from Internal Affairs?
Since the outing of our colleague,
I.A. has been in tow.
I see.
And that is why security has been tighter.
- It's always tight. - Always tight.
Well, I-I just wanted to show you
my... party light.
Ooh-wa-ooh-wa! Thank you, Gurgs.
You're welcome.
Now, I know he's gorgeous,
but you touch him, I'll kill you.
It's hard to be in a bad mood around X-rated desserts.
Thank God it's no one's birthday.
I wouldn't know where to put the candle.
I guess for every top chef, there's a bottom chef.
I don't know why everyone's being so polite
to this filthy box. Can't we just jump in?
Get in there, Gurgs.
Aw, my nickname is back.
Thank you all for hanging with me this week.
It's nice to know you're there to support me when I need it.
To Abby.