Frank snorts at how salty Kamala apparently is too. "He's not that bad." Okay, but like look at Jess. Frank's standards are low. His eyes dart around as he wonders if he should tell them all the shit that happened with his trial. May as well at this point, right?

"I think Foggy's sick of me apologizing." Already. He's been doing that a lot, but... here goes. He sets his fork down again. "When we were in the trial, Matt kind of - fucked off. Yeah, I know. I know I just stuck up for him, whatever, he's still a dick. Foggy was making a case that I needed therapy, you know, padded walls. He thought the jury was gonna go for it, too. But Fisk send me a message through one of my guards. He told me if I ever wanted to know what happened to my family..."

Frank clenches his fists on the table as he realizes it's probably the most real he's gotten about this in front of Jessica. He wants to finish the story out, though. He needs to.

"That I had to get myself locked up, with him. So that's what I did. Sunk the case and almost took down the guy's career with it."