Next up, the People v. John Gorman.
Mr. Gorman is charged with larceny theft
for a purse snatching.
Uh, Your Honor, this alleged crime is so quaint,
it's actually charming.
It's an homage to a simpler time,
when people had the decency to rob you to your face,
when a street urchin could pick your pocket and warm your heart,
often within the same song.
Objection. Hot nonsense.
Sustained.
The State has a witness, Your Honor.
Would you mind describing what you saw, please?
It's a crisp autumn day.
A blur of a man races by a street vendor
selling daffodils.
Behind me, a cry rings out— "My bag!
He stole my bag!"
The city feels nothing.
Would the counsel please approach the bench?
Permission to treat the witness like a nut bar?
- Don't you know who that is? - Mm?
That's Remecca Monte-Pulciano.
She hosts this podcast that I love,
"The Social Archaeologist."
I'm not a fan of podcasts.
I'm an audiobook gal.
I'm in the middle of Matthew McConaughey's.
Tomorrow, I'm gonna hit you with an—
"All rise, all rise, all rise."
This one focuses on everyday people
and digs deep into what makes them inspirational.
I'm almost positive it's her.
There's only one way to find out.
Would the witness please say the phrase,
"Here is your Wisdom-Out Wednesday"?
Here is your Wisdom-Out Wednesday.
Oh-ho! It is her!
I finally got to see her mouth move while she says it.
Now that we've achieved all our dreams, only death awaits.
Wait, where's the defendant?
And where's my purse?
Oh, did anyone see what happened?
There was an echo of worn soles
on cracked linoleum,
and then a flash of fake Hermès orange.
And for no reason at all, shade was thrown.
And speak your truth
after the beep.
Oh! That was amazing.
Now I'm even more excited for my dental appointment
to get confirmed tomorrow.
But actually, there is another reason I asked you to stay.
The truth is, I do have an idea for your podcast.
It's about this court and our empathetic approach to justice.
And look who happens to be here.
The dedicated heroes who make it happen.
When I'm being ambushed, I expect pastries.
Well, as an archaeologist, I always have my fossil brush
and my pickaxe, so I might as well stick around
and see what's under this pile of dirt.
Hear that, guys?
We're gonna get brushed and picked.
Hi. I'm Neil.
You know, I've thought about doing a podcast myself.
It's called "The Neil World,"
where I stop being polite and start being Neil.
And what precisely is "being Neil"?
It's being polite and constantly asking me
if he should get an earring.
Olivia Moore, assistant district attorney.
You know, I think having me
on your podcast could build both our brands.
- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
From the time I was a little girl,
I knew that a career in law
would fit me like a pair of MeUndies.
They sure changed my life.
Thanks, MeUndies.
So, there's that.
Um, and then someone who would offer you
a shorter introduction.
Dan Fielding.
- No. - Ha-ha!
That's my guy.
Dan actually used to be the prosecutor at this very court,
and then he came out of retirement
to be our public defender.
Now, there's a journey I'd like to excavate.
That's her tagline.
Hear that, Dan? You're tagline-worthy.
She want to dig a hole in a journey?
The hell sense that make?
No offense, but podcasts for me fall under the same category
as energy drinks, reality TV,
and something called "Guy Fieri."
Why?
Some people just don't like the idea
of spending two uninterrupted hours
talking about themselves to an audience of millions.
Well, don't lump me in with those idiots.
I'd be happy to offer my services.
Oh. Right.
So, you'd just use Dan as, like, an appetizer
to get into the bigger night court story?
Abby, the lady just ordered steak.
Don't try to sell her a used Datsun.
So, we're all just mixing metaphors now?
I mean, what are we even doing here?
Is Dan Fielding's rise from humble beginnings
to the top of the bottom of the judicial system
one of our generation's most remarkable feats?
It is not for me to say.
But it is my pleasure to repeat.
Perhaps we should just focus on your transition
to public defender.
We'll get to that.
It was William Jennings Bryan
who said that service is a measure of a man's greatness.
I think that a man's greatness is decided
by how many awards he gets.
And mine range from runner-up in the city council election
all the way back to my eighth grade
state spelling bee championship
honorable mention.
Actually, uh, can we talk about that?
Yes, yes.
And therein began a lifelong disdain
for the silent "G."
No, no, no, no.
Uh, I'm talking about your run for city council.
Now, according to my research, you ran as an independent,
and your opponent was a "D"?
For Democrat?
D...
ceased.
Yes, I lost to a dead man.
But I was the highest living vote-getter,
and I seriously believe I would have won
had I handed out 20s instead of 10s.
You were trying to buy people's votes?
You have to really understand the time.
It was New York in the '80s.
It was very, very difficult to get people out to vote.
There were— There were other things to do.
Like cocaine.
And Pac-Man had just come out,
and that was the perfect surface to do cocaine off of.
Still, sounds to me like a crime.
Yeah, no, no.
You have to understand the context.
I'm listening.
Oh, no.
Did I swallow a "g-nat"?
Oh, also, did I— I'm not Dan!
No, no, no.
I'm his— I'm his brother, August.
I'll go get him. I'll just go get him.
Stay right there. Keep rolling.
It's okay.
Oh, Dan, good.
I need your opinion on something.
I've been listening to my voice,
and is this really what I sound like?
Four score and seven years ago,
our forefathers brought forth on this continent—
Right, I think you're playing it at double the—
No, that's exactly what you sound like in my head.
Why are you listening to yourself?
Well, after your interview,
Remecca reached out to me to do one.
I'm so excited.
No, no. Listen to me.
You can't do the interview.
As a matter of fact, you have to bar
that podcast crew from the courthouse.
Why would I do that?
When I was listing my many accomplishments,
I may have implicated myself in just a smidge of malfeasance.
I started talking about cocaine a lot.
Now Remecca's out to take me down.
Maybe if you talked about the court
instead of being so selfish, you wouldn't be in trouble.
But you need the whole world to know
about that spelling bee, don't you?
It's an origin story.
Well, I'm gonna go in there
and talk about the work we're doing here,
and maybe it will inspire other courts to follow our example.
I'm not gonna lose that chance just because you biffed it.
I'm telling you, it's a trap.
She tricked me— Dan.
Dan!
You're not gonna change my mind.
Yeah, alright, fine, fine, yeah.
But when it doesn't work, just be ready to hear
the five words that everyone dreads—
"I told you so."
- That's four words. - Well, I'm counting
the raucous laughter before I say it
as a word.
Matter of fact, I'm gonna start practicing it now.
Ha!
Ha-wah-hah!
I...
No, wait. Hee-hee!
I cracked the case, and now I'll crack
the most up-to-date point spreads,
with Offshore Bet Boys.
It's not gambling when they're stone-cold locks.
I've never seen someone so thirsty to get on a podcast.
And I have several friends whose spouses went missing
after joining a cult.
It's all part of my media strategy.
First step, podcasts.
Second step, TikTok legal influencer.
Third step, Whoopi yells at the wrong Uber driver,
and bingo, mama's batting cleanup on "The View."
But I can't get Remecca to even look at me.
I feel like Neil. - Hey!
- Whoa! - Don't sneak up on people!
I've been trying to get Remecca's attention, too.
The problem is she is all-in on Dan.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but you all are boring.
You need to sell the drama.
May I suggest...
a forbidden office romance?
With me and him?
No.
Look, podcasts are for lonely people who don't like music.
But you know what lonely people do like?
I feel like I should know this.
Murder and romance, and since you've made it clear
on multiple occasions that you're a stick in the mud
when it comes to murder, I'd go with...
secret work love!
Did you see that?
That's the first time she's looked at me.
That's it. Neil, we're in a relationship.
"Pretty Woman" rules.
No kissing, and it'll be mostly me hanging out
with Hector Elizondo.
That is very funny.
I am laughing.
And please, let Donatello know that I will be bringing
the haricots verts to Sunday's dish-to-pass.
Ah!
You're from Skaneateles, aren't you?
- How did you— - That's where I'm from.
It's the only place I've ever heard it called
a "dish-to-pass."
Everywhere else, they call it a potluck.
I mean, like a damn leprechaun
supremed all those oranges for that citrus salad?
"Luck," my butt.
- So, shall we start? - Sure, sure.
Hi. I'm Abby.
Would you like to take a seat? - No, no, no, no.
Just pretend like he's not even there.
This is just a conversation.
Why don't we begin with, how have you found
working with Dan Fielding?
I have no regrets about bringing Dan to this court.
My father always said there was no one he respected more,
and you know, I feel like we're missing
a bigger story here— - So, y-you found Mr. Fielding
through a good ol' boy network?
There's more to it than that.
Because it sounds like you manipulated the system
to help out one of your father's old buddies.
Are these chairs getting smaller?
It is hot out in here.
Gah!
- What's this? - It's everything you need
to know about our fake relationship.
What? If we're gonna make this work,
we need to make it seem as real as possible.
Good thinking, babe.
You will immediately see on page one that
we are not a "babe" couple.
You'll find approved nicknames on page three.
These are just our names.
Yeah. I came up with those.
Feel free to add whatever your last name is.
Alright, well, there's a lot in here covering
how I'm supposed to feel about everyone on "Vanderpump Rules,"
but nothing about where we are emotionally.
Like, how serious are we?
Where is this relationship going?
Where is this coming from?
Well, if I'm gonna be your fake boyfriend—
Boyfriend? Whoa! Okay.
Save those labels for the runway, mister.
Ha!
Next, you're gonna tell me you're pregnant.
Guess what? You are raising that baby alone.
Dan, I messed up. I messed up bad.
The interview backfired.
I sorta let it slip
that I may have shortcut a few rules when I hired you,
and now Remecca wants to take me down, too.
- What happened?
You mess things up with the podcast lady?
- Yeah. - How bad is it?
Well, I pulled out an, "It was a different time."
Okay.
So, we're in some trouble. - Why is that bad?
Three phrases you don't use in problematic situations—
"It was a different time."
"I meant it as a joke".
And "I know it's not okay to say, but..."
Just don't say it!
I can't believe they don't teach that in white people school.
To be fair, there's not really an official white—
Dartmouth.
Okay, look, I'm just gonna talk to Remecca.
I mean, I'm sure if I just sit down with her,
one Skaneatelan to another, we can sort this out.
I mean, we grew up playing in the same parks.
I'm sure she even has a theory
on what happened to Billy Muggins.
You know, maybe Abby can convince her.
Yeah, no, no. I got a better idea.
I got three better ideas.
It can't involve wigs.
Okay, we'll go with yours.
Come on.
Wow.
Well, I just hope this thing is still down here.
And listen, remember, Abby cannot know what we're doing.
She needs plausible deniability.
I get it. Everybody needs a cover story.
That's why I keep a cardboard cutout of me waving
in that bowling alley bathroom.
"Where was Gurgs the night in question?"
"She was in that bowling alley bathroom being super friendly."
Oh, you know what? I think...
Uh-huh. Yeah!
This is it!
I don't get it. How is some old metal detector
gonna solve things with the podcast lady?
This is not just some old metal detector.
We called it "Meg Ryan," 'cause prolonged exposure
was known to melt people's hearts.
More importantly for us, though, the magnets in this thing—
they'll fry any electrical equipment it comes near.
It'll just erase everything.
Brilliant, huh?
This is where I keep my spare.
Alright, I am all set for my chat with Remecca.
I imported loganberry pop, some white hots,
all of the finest Skaneateles delicacies.
White hot dogs?
"Delicacy" may not be the right word.
"Food" may not be the right word.
What is that, and why is it making my teeth hurt?
Oh, just some extra security.
I know upstate you just throw some tacks on the floor,
but here in the big city, we wear shoes.
Is that warning in Russian?
- Oh, no— - Nyet!
I knew something was weird.
What is going on? - It was Dan's idea.
I was in the bowling alley bathroom.
Alright, look, the only way to fix this is to get her
to walk through that machine
and erase everything that she has on us.
There's no way that thing is safe.
It is definitely safe.
And I remind you, I am not under oath.
Why are you so annoyed?
All I asked is if you were mad at me.
Oh, you prob— Mm.
Neil, sometimes my mood has nothing to do with you.
Oh, you were driving me so crazy,
I left my bag in the cafeteria.
Actually, I have your bag right here,
because I think about you.
- Oh, my hero.
I'd be so lost without you.
Oh, there it is. Your sarcasm.
The third wheel in this relationship.
Ha! Hate to break it to you,
but you're the third wheel, babe!
Oh, so I guess we are a "babe" couple.
- We are not a couple, Neil!
For the love of God, don't stand right there!
We are through.
I am done being fenced in
like your— your love veal.
I am free-range, buster!
Why is my iced coffee so hot?
Wait!
- What was that about? - I don't know.
But we have to keep them calm.
They're Hulks now.
Wait. Whoa, no. Wait, where are you going?
You can't go. We need you as bait.
No, bait— Wrong word. Bad word.
Not bait, but...
No, bait's the right word.
I wanted to kill Remecca with kindness,
not Cold War radiation.
My Uncle Ray-Ray was killed with kindness.
It's a rough way to go.
What...?
Oh, don't mind me.
Go back to your plan to stifle free speech.
A plan that would have worked better...
in a room with one door.
Okay, Remecca, I know this looks bad.
Your podcast is about inspiring people, and if you tear us down,
I really think you're gonna regret this.
I regret nothing.
- I'm sorry? - They don't call it pod-friends.
They call it pod-business.
Do they call it either?
Hey, Remecca...
one very important thing you're missing for this episode.
A tell-all interview.
I'll come clean about everything, under one condition.
You leave Abby out of it.
And you get us all giant mattresses
that somehow come in tiny boxes.
You have a deal.
And so do you.
But FYI, you can't put it back in the box
and watch it unfold again.
You can try, but it will only end in madness.
Dan, I can't let you do that.
You would lose your job.
You know, when I made that offer,
I-I didn't see a bright side.
Thank you for finding it.
Hey, I've been texting you.
Yeah, it's weird— my phone isn't working.
All my credit cards are erased,
and when I pick up spoons, they do this now.
So, we don't really make the best fake couple, huh?
Scary thing is, this was actually one of
my healthier relationships.
I might have some real commitment issues.
You know, I have been watching the two of you,
and you're an absolute trainwreck.
You would be perfect for my new dating podcast,
"Absolute Trainwreck."
Actually, we're not—
Gonna pass up on an opportunity like this, right, babe?
But there's one condition.
You can't run that story on Dan.
No.
Eh, guess we're not all gonna be heroes.
Well, I guess that episode of the podcast will be on soon.
The end of the illustrious career of Dan Fielding.
We still have time to fix this.
We just have to break the Internet, in one minute.
Does this muffin look anything like Jesus?
Remecca was canceled!
She lost all her sponsors,
and her platforms dropped the podcast.
- What? What happened? - Someone excavated her
and found out she used to be a crazy sketchy shock jock
on a radio station upstate.
This is Becky Molson for Reject Radio,
and I regret nothing.
It's Whirl 'Em Out Wednesday, boys,
so unwrap your package and whirl those balls!
Ooh!
That's one for the Stank Bank.
You forget how much culture there is outside of the cities.
- I guess it got out. - You knew?
When Remecca said, "I regret nothing,"
I thought it sounded familiar, so I did some digging,
and turns out, she also has a past that she's not proud of.
I thought I could use it to convince her to go easy on Dan,
but she laughed me out of the room.
Well, someone must have leaked it.
I did.
Who are you?
Recognize me... now?
The microphone guy.
So, you took Remecca down?
Well, I was tired of living in her shadow.
Sitting at home, night after night,
removing her weird mouth sounds.
But you, Judge Stone, you made me feel...
heard.
- What did you do? - I don't know.
I-I asked him if he wanted to sit down once.
The nerve of that guy.
You know, I-I took a bullet for you.
The only reason to help your fellow man
is to have them in your debt.
That is a currency that never tanks.
Well, too bad.
You're not getting out of here that easy.
One of these days, I'm gonna work up the courage to hug you.
Folks, I just got back from France,
where I had "fart blanche."
You know, I'll be the first to say it...
She pretty good.