Well, that's Carisi's case to make. Luckily, I don't work for the D.A. I don't need to worry about messages. I just need to make 12 New Yorkers like my client... and me.
You people in Manhattan really live in a bubble, don't you? The world has changed. You have no idea what you're dealing with. You keep this up, I'll see to it you're disbarred. You get lucky, maybe the NYPD will take you back. You can do traffic stops on Staten Island.
Something they can't teach you at Fordham? How to belong. People on the eighth floor who nod at you in the elevator, they can smell the flop sweat and the garlic coming off your cheap suit.
Well, I'm not. Judge Gallagher, you come from a good family, a fine home, and yet despite all those advantages, upon achieving power, you abused it habitually. So in the interest of true justice for the women you've abused, I hereby order you to serve your one year sentence in a jail cell.
Read the room, Olivia. The way the courts are packed, Gallagher's side, these guys, and women. The next thirty years, every appeal all the way to the Supreme Court. The fix is in.
Not if they won't let you in the ring. Olivia, you keep staying on the wrong side of this, you're gonna be marginalized for the rest of your career. My advice? Lie back and pretend you're enjoying it.