All language subtitles for 05-Fairly.Legal.S02E05-eng

What am I late for again?

Monday morning partners'
meeting in the conference room.

Oh, God.
There's only three of us.

Why does she need to meet
in the conference room?

It's like Home Alone.

She has cardboard cutouts of partners
moving around on toy trains,

just in case the bigger firms
are looking in the window.

"Oh, I guess
they're doing okay in there.

Perhaps we shouldn't
steal their clients."

I'm talking to myself.

Have you ever considered
setting your clocks forward,

so you're not always late?

No.

All right, I have a brunch meeting,
so we will keep this brief.

The good news is,
we have decreased costs

by downsizing to 11 associates,
and billable hours are up.

Leaner and meaner.
I like it.

It's my intention
to quietly rebuild,

starting with some organizational
streamlining, hence these meetings.

Ben, where are you?

Oh, you know me.

I'm litigating.
I'm making money.

You're streamlining
and brunching or whatever.

I brought in
six new corporate clients.

Okay, and what is it you do?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Oh, you know, bonbons, bubble
baths, naps, shoe shopping.

Oh, that's right, you mediate.

You take potentially lucrative lawsuits
and try and settle them out of court.

My hourly rate
is higher than yours.

Irrelevant.
I work on contingency.

Okay. I have
signed a deal with Aero Bank.

Their commercial department
is overloaded,

so they are outsourcing
bankruptcy mediations.

You have 20 cases to get through
in two days.

The rep is waiting
in your office.

Now, it's a lucrative contract
and if it goes smoothly,

they'll hand us 40 more.

- Hmm.
- Great. Bankruptcy mediations?

You know, banks can't put people
out of business fast enough

and, yours truly,
I'm gonna help 'em. Awesome.

Oh, come on.

You're Adam Smith's
invisible right hand.

You're clearing away the deadwood
so that new life may grow.

Yeah, if by "Deadwood",
you mean hard-working people

that have lost everything.

Second rule of humanity...
somebody's got to fail.

Survival of the fittest, baby.

Is that your excuse for not
having a conscience? Darwin?

No. Not being born
with one is.

Are we done?
I'm busy.

Yep.

The grim reaper awaits.

Hi, um, Lance Ward. Aero Bank.

Kate Reed.

These mediations are
the last stop before Chapter 11.

Occasionally,
you find something we miss

that can aid their case,
but it's rare.

You can figure
on an hour an inch.

That's a banker joke.

Shoot me.

I bet that's
a banker's joke too.

Just keep an eye on the clock, and
try not to get emotionally involved.

I can do this.

What?

Mr. D.A.

- Aaron.
- Aaron.

Oh, what a welcome surprise.

Thank you.

I don't remember the last time
we had a one-on-one.

Since the Angstrom case, when
you beat the pants off of me?

- huh.

I meant since you became D.A.

Oh...
thanks.

I've admired the way
you've handled Reed & Reed

since you took on a larger role.

Word is you're turning
that ship around.

Oh, well,
I can't take the credit.

Take it.

My campaign's looking
to retain legal counsel.

Your campaign?

I'd like to retain your firm.

More specifically, you.

You've had political experience,
and I like the way you think.

See, nobody knows
what a secret weapon you are.

I'm honored,
um, Aaron, thank you.

But your opponent used to be
married to one of my partners.

And you see that
as a conflict of interest?

Potentially, yes.
It's controversial.

Their divorce is a firewall.

And I'm the horse to bet on
if you want to back the winner.

I admire your confidence, but I would
not dismiss Justin quite so easily.

He's a new face.

There's always
a honeymoon phase.

But I think Captain America's
mask is about to fall off.

You see, Justin screwed around on
Kate while they were still married.

The story's about to break.

- And you know this is true?
- I want you

to have all the ammunition you
need to make the right decision.

The eggs Benedict is great here.

- It's okay, Norah.

Just get your stuff,
and let's go.

How do you do this every day?

- It's not the days,
it's the nights.

Hi.

Eddie Salinas,
Salinas Dry Cleaning?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

So you used your apartment
building as collateral

when your business
started to slide?

It's my mom's building.

Look, I realize
that I can't save my business,

but if there was any way that
I could save this building...

I think we better
take a look at the numbers.

Let's not.

Eddie, tell me
about your building.

It's been in my family
for three generations.

I talked my mom
into letting me use the building

as collateral
when we expanded the business.

The issue is
the business credit line.

The apartment building is
your only remaining asset,

Mr. Salinas.
- No, it's not.

Mr. Salinas has himself
as an asset.

And, looking at the numbers,
his business was thriving.

I mean, it's not his fault
that the economy failed.

We already have a cash offer
on the table

from a third party
to buy the building.

- What? You can't just sell it.
- We own the mortgage.

This might be
the only solution here.

I thought this meeting was
about finding a compromise.

But you're just here
to soften the blow.

And now my mom's gonna be
out on the street?

- No. - I know this is hard, Mr. Salinas.
- Do you? Really?

You know what, maybe you did the first
500 times, but not anymore you don't.

Okay, Eddie, how
many units are in the building?

- Ten.
- And how much do they rent for?

- $1,100 to $1,400.

Okay, so then if you
knock a point off of his rate,

and Eddie pays the total income to the
bank for a year, he'll be back on track,

and you'll have
a thankful customer for life.

Lance, how long have you
worked with Aero Bank?

Eight years.

I bet you used to give out
money, like...

well, like how banks gave out
money during "the bubble".

And if you don't do it for
Eddie, just do it for yourself.

You might sleep better tonight.

I can extend new terms
for 12 months.

But one missed payment
and it's done.

I'm assuming all the units
are rented.

No.
Half of them are empty.

Ho, okay.

But your neighborhood
is up-and-coming, right?

Yes, but I have
a problem tenant.

There have been incidents.

He... uh, he deals drugs.
He's scaring everybody out.

A drug dealer.
Forget it.

Okay, wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on.

If I can't figure out a solution
for this deal to work,

then go ahead,
sell the building.

Otherwise, please, Lance, please,
give me 72 hours to try.

You've got 48.

- I'm really good at my job, so it's
okay, we'll get him to sway. - Okay.

Lauren know you're leaving?

I got it covered.

Ben, this is Eddie.

Eddie, this is Ben.

Ben thinks that your failure was
necessary for the greater good.

He thinks that you're deadwood.
- Nice.

You think now that I'm
face-to-face with a human being,

I'll take back what I said.
- No.

But you are going
to take us to Oakland.

And you don't have
to take nothing back.

Most people this end
of town agree with you.

Oakland, huh?
Whereabouts?

Lake Merritt.

I grew up right next door
in Elmhurst. Come on.

Always happy
to see how far I've come.

Mm-hmm.

This part of the Kate Reed
mediating platinum package?

Evicting drug lords?

Hey, mom.

This is Kate and Ben.

They're here to see one
of the apartments.

Wonderful.

Handsome couple.

Yeah, just looking
for a love nest.

He's my brother.
He's my brother.

Please come in.

- Maybe you'll like the place.
- - Thank you.

You didn't tell your mom
about the building?

No. She's got enough
to worry about.

Hey.
- Ooh. Hey!

As you can see, Nick
runs a bike courier business.

But everybody knows it's just
a front for his drug deals.

- Well, what do the police say?
- Nothing they can do.

Nick doesn't keep any product
in the apartment, just cash.

Knows what he's doing.

People are too afraid to complain.

Last week, a neighbor asked Nick
to turn his music down.

The next day,
his windshield was smashed.

Oh, so obviously nobody's gonna
say anything about the drugs.

Exactly.
I've been to housing court,

social services...
I've tried everything.

But the snake always
finds a way to stay.

He's got a lawyer.
Knows how to work the system.

You know what, Eddie?

I'm gonna talk to Nick.
- Of course you are.

Perhaps no one's
simply reasoned with him yet.

Way to blend in, as usual.

This low-life opens
with a shotgun,

and I use you as a shield.
Do you want legs or torso?

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hey.

- Hey! Travis!
- Nick.

No Nick?
- No, Travis.

Benny?
- "Benny"?

Been a while, buddy.

- Come here.
Look at you.

Oh, you look good.
- Who are you?

You know, it's cool.

I know this guy
from high school.

Take it outside, my man.

I can't really entertain
right now.

Unless this hot bitch wants
to come in and keep us company.

Oh, come on.
Kate Reed, hot bitch.

Huh...
- I got her. How you doing?

Travis Cleighton.
It is a pleasure.

- You know Nick?
- Yes, I do.

I'm his lawyer.

Wow.
Can we talk to him?

Uh, you know what?
Not a good time right now.

But how about we do dinner?

Say 7:30 at Ziggy's,
old times' sake?

7:30. Sure.

You know what?
You should come too.

Oh, I'll be there.

We can talk about my client.

Hey.

- See you.
- Um, yeah. Well, wait.

Can I just... one...

Feel like we're missing out
on a really good party.

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Looking at the numbers,
it seems unlikely

you'll be able to make the
necessary payments, Mr. Anderson.

But the purpose of this meeting
is to explore all your options.

I poured everything
into my business.

You have some other way
to make the payments?

How can I make the...
how can I make the payments

if the bank repossesses
my equipment?

Will you excuse me one moment?

Where's Kate?

Uh, Kate stepped out
and asked me to step in.

Mm.
You're an assistant, Leo.

You can't take over
with a client.

What kind of lunatic...
- Uh, permission to speak freely?

- No. Yes. What?
- This is bogus.

I mean, what I'm doing in there.

The bank says
they want mediations,

but all I'm doing is helping give
the appearance of negotiations.

I mean, he could have
honestly brought a puppet.

Mm-hmm.
You're not a lawyer, Leo.

Kate cannot just dump
a workload...

Well, technically,
it's not an arbitration.

It's a mediation,
so I don't need to be a lawyer.

Therefore, I didn't really break
any laws.

Except the one where
Kate introduced me

as a recent graduate of case Western
Law School and I said, "Hello".

Look, Kate's gonna be back soon.

There's only two more cases
left today.

And, um, Lance doesn't seem
to think it's going so poorly.

- I know what you're gonna say.

I'm, uh, impulsive, reckless. I'm...
- I'm not.

I should. But...
We need to talk.

About the race
for district attorney.

Justin's?

Aaron Davidson wants Reed &
Reed to represent his campaign.

He's a self-serving viper.
Why would we do that?

He is the most powerful man
in the city.

Lauren, how could you
even consider it?

Kate, I don't think we can just
view this through a personal lens.

Oh, really?
What kind of lens do you use?

I mean, forget that
Justin's my ex.

He is the better candidate.

Maybe, but cultivating
a relationship

with the candidate that is gonna
end up running that office

is just smart business.

You have a crystal ball now.

I have a dinner.

- Wait. There... there's something else.
- You know, I divorced Justin.

That doesn't mean that
I'm ready to work against him.

And if you've already made up your
mind, why did you even bother asking?

I... Kate.

- So...

Somebody's cranky.
Got other plans tonight?

Why do we have to have dinner
with this lawyer again?

I thought you wanted my help
getting rid of this drug dealer.

Travis is obviously
pulling the strings.

You're lucky he's my friend.

No. You're lucky
he's your friend.

I didn't think you had any.

He was my best friend.

We did time together.

St. Augustan's Catholic School,
San Leandro.

He was the only black
kid, I was the only Jew... half-Jew.

We cocaptained the debate team.

Kicked lots
of argumentative ass.

How long ago was this?

15 years-ish.

Wow. Best friends, huh?

Home turf, baby.

This is where the magic began

- we did. We used to box
at this gym on 11th street.

- Yeah. You still go?
- No, man.

Who has time?
Look, did Benny tell you

we slugged it out
at the golden gloves one year?

Yes. Two little nerdy kids
going at it.

It was great.
I beat him by points.

- So about Nick...
- For the record, you got lucky and you fought dirty.

Second round, after the bell,
he stuck in a sucker punch.

Actually,
it was before the bell.

And you still think
about that, huh?

I don't need the glory days.
These are the glory days.

- Oh yeah?
Okay, let me see.

You got the fancy suit...
- Can we talk about Nick?

Expensive car.
I don't know, brother.

I think you may have sold out.
- Right.

So I should still be wearing
the same adidas from 1995.

What does this have
to do with Nick?

There's nothing wrong
with my kicks.

What are you doing
repping lowlifes for, Trav?

You're better than that.

So wait a second.

They're lowlifes because they
don't live in Pacific Heights?

Is that what we're doing here?

Can we just talk
about your client, please?

What do you want me to say?
"Forgive me, I have sinned.

I'm doing well?"

I don't care who you rep,
Travis.

I care, I care.

Travis, I care a lot.

Actually, the only reason I'm here is
to come to some kind of understanding

about Eddie's building.

And he just wants some ground rules,
so that his tenants don't move away

because of...
Nick's drug business.

Nick is a legitimate
businessman.

- Um, well...
- He is.

And he is entitled
to representation

as much as anyone else.
- Okay, Trav. Really.

It's me you're talking to here.

You're really gonna say that?

You know the bank is gonna
sell that building anyway,

so you have to move out one way or another.

Yeah, but my client has two
years left on a three-year lease.

So you guys can do what the new
owners are gonna have to do,

which is shut up
and back off, okay?

Nick's not going anywhere.

He has every right
to stay in that apartment.

I'm gonna make sure
that he does just that.

It's good catching up with you,
Benny.

Yeah.

See you, man.

Nice.

The one person who can maybe help us,
- Should I apologize for my success?

In a different universe, it could
have been him that succeeded

and me that got nowhere.
- How do I get there?

All you did tonight
was piss him off!

That's right!
Because he hates to lose.

And you know why
he hates to lose?

That's right...
because it means I'm gonna win.

I'm gonna kick his ass.

Fine. Whatever.

As long as we can
just save Eddie's home.

Who's Eddie?

You know...

What terrifies me is I think I'm actually
becoming sensitive to your moods.

So what did I do?

Did I, uh, forget
to replace the paper towel roll?

Kate, we...
we have to talk.

Well, if this is about
Davidson and the campaign,

I don't want to talk about it.

Kate, when you were married, did
you know Justin wasn't faithful?

Please say I am not
the first one telling you this.

Where did...
did Justin tell you?

No, no.

Davidson did.

That is why I said yesterday that...
I think he's gonna win.

Davidson?

No one knew about this, Lauren.

No one.

He told me in confidence.

But he thinks
it's about to hit the press.

I thought you should know.

It's gonna hit... the press?

I'm sorry.

Yes, hi, Eddie.

Okay, slow down.

I'll be right there.

Wait. Kate.

- Okay, thank you.

Morning, sunshine!
- What happened?

- Shots fired.
No one's talking.

Cops can't do anything.

A bullet missed my mom's head
by a few feet.

- Oh.
- Turf war. Angry customer.

Doesn't matter.
Another family's moving out.

I've made some progress
legally with the eviction.

- This is never gonna stop.
- Yes, it is.

Wait right here.

Ms. Reed?

What's she doing?
- I'm curious myself, Ernie.

- Eddie.

Hey, Nick!

Nick? You in there?

Hey!

Open the door!

I can hear you!

Nick!

Oh, yeah.

Say "cheese"!

Oh, and you!

How are those legitimate
deliveries going, huh?

Are you looking at me?

You tell your boss that Kate Reed
is after them, you got that?

So I found a legal loophole
to force Nick out.

Got an appointment in front
of Judge Keeton in an hour.

- Ooh. - Which I was trying to tell
you before you went to crazy town.

- Run, run.
- Well, okay.

That was quite a show.

It's not every day you get
to see a cuckoo bird

work out her issues
on a drug den.

I wasn't working out
any issues.

- Really?
- Mm.

So this is just a normal day
for you?

Yep.

Had you waited
two more minutes,

I could have told you that we had this
hearing in front of Judge Keeton.

Well, had I waited two more minutes,
I probably wouldn't have done it.

I think that was my point.

- Hey, where are you going?
- I'll see you in court.

Tell me there's not a video.

- Excuse me?
- How many people did you tell?

Where'd you go with her anyway?

Did you take her to hotels?
Restaurants?

Slow down.
What are you talking about?

Were you not even discreet?
It's coming out in the press!

Wait.

What? How?

Davidson told Lauren.

Who knows where he got it from.

Listen to me, Kate.

I swear to God,
I did not tell a soul.

On my life.
- So then who told?

- It's coming out in the press?
- So who told?

Does she work here?

I really don't think
we want to go down this road.

I need to know.

You told me you didn't want
to have this talk!

That was before I was gonna
read it in the papers!

Look, I met her at a bar, okay?

After you and I had one of our fights... - stop.
- It was one night.

- Stop.
- It didn't mean anything.

- Stop!
- Listen to me.

Kate. Kate!
I never wanted to hurt you.

Fallout's a bitch.

It seems unlikely you'll be able
to make the necessary payments.

Jet skis, man.

Business is totally
gonna pick up in the summer.

- Right.
- Forgive me, Marcus.

But I'm not going to candy-coat
the bitter pill here.

You are up to your eyeballs
in debt.

Ho-ho! These numbers
do not crunch, man.

And if you do make the payments, I feel
for you because you will not be able

to eat or pay rent.

And trust me, living under an overpass
is no way to impress the ladies.

Cut your losses now, and you'll be
able to redesign your future, dude.

Everybody fails sometimes,
right?

Who doesn't dream
of a fresh start?

So if...

You could just initial here
and your signature here.

A second?

Uh, okay.

- Hi.
Kate asked me to apologize.

She had another emergency come
up, which will soon be resolved.

And she will be back here
to conduct the rest...

- oh, actually,
I'd prefer to work with Leo.

He seems to have a knack.

We're moving more quickly
than with Ms. Reed.

Huh.

That's...
he's one of the best.

I'll let her know.

- Thanks.
- Okay. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Your honor, I can't prove that
the defendant Nick Constantino

is a drug dealer.

Objection.
Prejudicial.

Overruled, counselor.

But what I can show
is a pattern.

Random gun violence,
residents vacating

at a higher rate than your neighborhood
average, an atmosphere of fear.

And a fourth of July parade
of Innuendo.

Mr. Cleighton, do you have
an explanation for any of this?

With all due respect to this
court, we don't need one.

Without a witness
to this "atmosphere of fear",

the court is not free
to assume its existence.

Tenants have complained.
To the police.

One tenant.

Which is to be expected
with a legitimate business

run out
of a ground-floor apartment.

That's because the other
tenants are too scared

to complain.
They're all moving out!

Sitting.
I'm gonna sit, judge.

Opposing counsel has made
a game out of hiding the truth.

All we're asking is for the court
to do its job and connect the dots.

Again, your honor,
this isn't a criminal trial.

We're merely asking someone
to change address.

I have nothing further.

Based on the lack of evidence, court
rules in favor of Mr. Cleighton

motion for summary eviction
denied.

Mr. Constantino has the right
to retain possession.

Your honor, since we're all
here, I filed another motion

the defendant
has been harassed by one

of the plaintiff's counsels...
Ms. Kate Reed.

This is exhibit "A".

If you could just press play,
bailiff, thank you.

This video was taken outside
of my client's home.

You just press play.

Hey!

I know you're in there!

Objection, your honor.

Ms. Reed's actions have nothing
to do with this case.

You tell your boss that Kate Reed
is coming after them! You got that?

We believe it shows a pattern,
in fact,

of intimidation and harassment,
and potentially

a personal infatuation
with Mr. Constantino.

- Oh, my God.

We too beg the court to connect the
dots, which is why we are asking

for a temporary
restraining order. Bailiff?

A what?

I, uh, don't feel
my person is safe, your honor.

Are you kidding me?
I'm the scary one?

- Ms. Reed!
- I'm the scary one?

- Ms. Reed!
- That was kind of scary.

I see no reason
not to grant it.

You are not to come within
100 feet of Mr. Constantino.

Your honor, please.

Let's go, Nick.

Thanks for nothing.

Oh, no, thank you for nothing.

You guys have a good day.

Okay.

Don't we think two partner meetings
in one week is just a bit much?

Once a week will suffice.

Except when one of our partners
gets a restraining order

against her from a drug dealer.

- Drug dealer/lover.
- Shut up.

Kate, resolve this case today.

Even if it means the bank sells
this guy's building.

Lauren, this guy's name
is Eddie Salinas,

and he's about to lose
everything that he's ever had.

And you know what?
It's only been a day.

You were lucky that Leo
is a gifted hatchet man.

He's breaking records.
He has a knack.

I'm done. I'm out.

You can get Nick evicted
yourself.

Just try and do it
from 100 feet away.

What?
Lauren.

Lauren.

Look, I know that you and I
don't always see eye to eye.

But maybe you can just see where
my head is at right now.

It's been a really hard
last couple days,

and so please let me
just do one thing

that doesn't suck this week,
and I will do whatever you want.

I will mediate commercial bankruptcies,
I will set polar bears adrift...

I mean, just really
whatever makes you happy.

All right.

- Yes.
- Okay. Just do it.

- Yes, yes.
- Do what you have to do, Kate.

But please do it quickly, and do
it without embarrassing the firm.

Leo is good.

Leo is great!

Leo is the almighty fixer!

- Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun all
thrived on the misfortune of others

until they suffered bitter ends.

You see heads on pikes?

No. Leo's kind brings no misery
to the people!

Tough love, Leo style.
- Okay.

Leo is scaring me, referring to
himself in the third person.

Now have you talked
to your new BFF Lance

about getting the extension
on Eddie's building?

"We regret to inform you, the
bank has denied your request."

Don't get good
at killing people's dreams.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Go back to Lance, find out who
made the offer on Eddie's building.

Maybe we can just get him to slow it
down or withdraw it or something.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.
Go... go do that.

Hey. Hey!
Where are you going?

Some personal business
I need to attend to.

No. You know what?

You latched onto my case like
some bloodsucking aquatic worm,

so I get to choose
when you drop off.

It's not my fault
that this thing went south.

What do you want from me?

Meaningful face-time with Nick, which
I haven't gotten, thanks to you.

Thanks to Travis,
who keeps getting in the way!

The problem isn't Travis.

The problem is you pissed
Travis off!

My success pissed Travis off.

Fine. Whatever.
Just get him back to the table.

And if you don't,
you are gonna piss me off.

You're never gonna get
out of my way, are you?

Not till I get what I want.

Ready to rumble.

This is such a stupid idea.

This is what it's like to live
hardwired to a pair of balls, my dear.

And it's the opposite of stupid.

It's war minus the shooting,
and Travis is up for it.

It's how we always used
to settle things.

God, why am I here?

Might need a cut man.

What the hell?

It's gone.

When did the boxing gym
become a coffee shop?

I don't know.

Coffee's a great idea.

Okay, just tell us
what you want, Travis.

What is it gonna take
for your client to relocate?

I don't know.

You have to ask him.

Well, I would like to
very much,

but he's a little bit difficult
to get a hold of.

You know what I can get you?

A couple of tin cans and, say,
a hundred feet of rope.

Trav, I don't care if I
have to bribe the entire DEA,

I swear I won't rest until
I nail that drug-dealing thug.

Okay, Benny,
hypothetically speaking,

let's just say that some of my
clients are, in fact, criminals.

They're still far less harmful
than some

of the fancy white-collar
crooks that you represent,

who steal entire neighborhoods
from people... life savings even.

Okay, now how do you
live with yourself?

How do live with that haircut?

All right, can we just talk
about Nick, please?

We're here to talk about Nick.

So you had
the multimillion-dollar

city hall slip-and-fall in '05,
the boat cruise accident in '07.

Look, if it hadn't been
for a couple of big wins,

you would just be Benny Grogan.

Wow. Somebody's been
following my career.

What career?

Man, I've been following
your lucky breaks.

- Oh, you think this is luck?
- I do.

It's always been luck.

See, you ask anybody that knew you,
and you would get "Benny got lucky,

but now he thinks
that he is God's gift."

Hey!
You shouldn't have done that.

You must be torn.

I just committed
a flagrant crime.

Do you sue me for assault
or represent me?

- No, no, no, no. Oh!

There's really nothing to see.

I mean, they're just working out
their differences, really.

- Maybe I was just good enough
to get out!

- Get out of what?
This is my home!

- Okay, round's over!

What are we doing?

- I don't know, okay?
'Cause we're not 17 anymore.

Listen, uh,
what do you guys want?

I want to talk to Nick
face-to-face.

Okay, okay, fine.

I'll tell him
that you guys are on your way.

All right,
he'll be home tonight.

- Trav.
- What?

What about
the restraining order?

You know what?
Don't worry about it.

I'm done playing games.

What's that?

What does it look like?
A toaster oven?

You looked like you needed
a drink for the past few days.

- I don't want to talk about it.
- I didn't say I cared.

And don't backwash.

Do you miss your old life?

I barely remember it.

Do most people?

I got, like, seven memories
that go around and around

to make it seem
like there are more.

I remember every minute.

I remember wanting life on
the other side of that bridge.

Then you never thought
that you'd get there.

So then you spend every minute worrying
that you're gonna end up back here.

That's why you'll do anything
to win.

Physician, heal thyself, dude.

Oh, me? No.
I'm not about winning.

I'm about fairness.

And when I fight,
I fight for others.

I don't fight for myself.

Fighting for other people is just
your legitimate front business,

like Nick's bike courier sham.

Yeah, no, no, no, no.

When you win,
you get the same high I do.

Mm-mm. No.
You know what?

Do not measure me
by your yardstick, okay?

You and I,
we are nothing alike.

Hey.

I can come with you.

Okay.
Go get 'em, tiger.

Thanks for hearing me out.

I'm not happy talking to you
without Travis here,

but he told me I had to,
so I guess I got no choice.

Beer?

Oh, no, no.
I'm good.

I hate that you're good
at what you do.

- I supply demand.
- Okay.

Let's just call it
a big gray area for now.

Look, you make enough money
to live whatever you want.

Eddie doesn't.

He can't move.

This building and the people
that pay him rent

are the only things
that he has left.

And plus the bank is gonna
sell the building anyway,

so you're gonna have
to move out eventually.

I got no problem moving out.

Just my legal counsel
advised me against it.

Travis?

He told you to stay?

He hasn't steered me wrong yet.

Trav's the best.

Oh, Julius effing Caesar.

"Done with the games."

The hell you are, Trav.

Okay, please pick up.

I need a boy like
you like a hole in my head.

Funny girl.

I get that he's, uh,
he's great.

He gives you great advice, but...
I think you might want to reconsider.

I got no reason not
to trust him.

I do want that beer.

And I have to go pee.
Where's the bathroom?

In there.

Police.

Police. Responding
to a restraining order.

Hey, open up.

Open up.

Aah.

Son of a bitch set us up again.

"Survival of the fittest"?
- Shut up.

Hey, you're the one with
the stopwatch and the backlog.

You trust me, Lance?

Okay. You run a spinning gym,
you run an organic juice bar,

and you own a manufacturing warehouse,
which is currently empty.

You're all in the red.

Imminent demise.

Unless you use each other
as life rafts.

Anybody know where
I'm going with this?

Cross-collateralization.

Yahtzee!

Won't be easy, but you get a second chance
with a smaller liability footprint.

What do you say, Lance?

With oversight, the bank would be
willing to look at you as one borrower.

I'll let you guys
hammer out the numbers.

It's all right.

There's nothing else to do.
I'll sign the papers.

- Eddie.
- Kate!

Had to pull some strings
with Lance, but here it is.

The D.L. on the buyer info
that you asked for.

Okay.

Uh, tell Lance that we need
one more hour

to try and reach the buyer.
- He'll be fine.

We added another three cases
to the schedule.

What are you?

Leo is good again.

- I'm good.
- Uh-huh.

"GFAC Holdings."
You're kidding.

Eddie, don't sign anything.

Hello. It's me again.

Your friendly stalker.

I got nothing to say to you.

Then don't say anything.

Did you know that your lawyer
is trying to buy this building?

What? Travis?

Oh, I guess that's a "no."

Travis has been using your drug-dealing,
gun-toting criminal ass, Nick.

Mmm.

Manhattan, please.

Rough day?

If you're gonna come on board,
I need some advice.

Ever heard of that prick
Felix Wasserman?

I wouldn't have characterized
him that way, but yes.

He's a well-known
political blogger.

Son of a bitch just reported

that my campaign's about to
release "something scandalous"

on Justin Patrick.

You're not, are you?

Come on, Lauren.

Dirty politics is like porn.

Everybody has to pretend
they don't like it.

But no, nothing's been released.

I see your predicament.

If the affair
were to hit the press now,

everyone would think that you
leaked it, whether you did or not.

And, um, you'd be pegged
as playing dirty.

You would not want that.

You tipped off Wasserman.

Given the stakes, if I were you,
I would do everything in my power

to keep that story
from breaking.

Ever.

Talk about biting
the hand that feeds you.

Your hand will never feed me,
Aaron.

I shiver to think
where that thing has been.

- This wasn't about hiring me.
- We're done.

It wasn't enough that you tried
to embarrass Justin and Kate.

You had to use me to do it, so he
knew it came directly from you.

When I win, and I will...
The next four years are going

to be a painful row to hoe for you...
Ms. Reed.

Love the dramatic exit, but...

I am not paying
for your Manhattan.

- Thanks for coming down.
- Travis, my man.

Kate Reed. Mm.

Huh, I see money
doesn't buy taste.

Take a seat.

So, uh, how'd your meeting
with Nick go?

It was awesome, thank you.

Hey, um,
did he get in touch with you?

Wait. You guys
convince him to move?

He said you told him not to.

Well, you know, every
junkyard dog needs a master.

We know that
you're buying the building.

Oh, no.

You used
to be buying the building.

Because the bank is giving Eddie and
his mom a chance to buy it back.

You're speechless. Wow.

We are getting old, Trav.

GFAC Holdings.

Go Forth and Conquer,
Incorporated.

That was going
to be our company.

Me and Trav, junior year, sitting in the back of civics.
- Oh, Travis, look.

We just explained to Nick
how you were using him

to drive the other tenants out
and the price down.

And then you were gonna low-ball the
bank and then flip the property.

He had no idea.

Funny, right?

I mean, developers must be
frothing at the mouth

to build in the area.
- Oh, yeah.

You would have made a killing.

- And you told him this?
- Mm-hmm. He's not pleased.

He's actually looking for a new
apartment and a new lawyer.

You might want to make the first
move and find another city.

You know, Trav...

Maybe you are the better
lawyer than me,

but I would never sell out
on my clients.

So as it turns out...
I'm the better person.

Nice.

Quit while you're ahead, idiot.

16 years I've been coming
to this building.

I didn't know
this place existed.

First thing I do in a new place
is find somewhere I can be alone.

So much for that.

No, you're welcome to share it.

We can... hang a tie on
the door or something.

So you knew about...
Me and Justin the whole time?

I kind of figured it out.

Looking at you lately
is like staring into a mirror.

I had a similar experience.

So you got married,
then divorced,

then cheated on, and had
the whole world find out?

You want points for
the suck factor of your life?

You win.

She cheated on me.

So humiliating.

We were engaged.

Invitations were out
and everything.

Begged me for a second chance.

What'd you do?

I said yes,
and then I cheated on her.

I told you, Katie, I make things
much worse, and then I disappear.

It's cold.

Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Are you waiting up for me?

Yeah, actually I am.

I thought you'd like to know
that you can rest easy tonight.

Your personal business
isn't gonna go public.

How? How can you be so sure?

Uh, just trust me.

I have a keen hunch.

Good night.

Lauren.

Thank you.

You'd do the same for me.

Night.

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