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(explosion)

-(Diane exhales)
-(car alarms wailing outside)

Are you all right?

(car alarms continue wailing)

I think so. You?

Yeah. Wow.

Yes.

Wow.

You're very calm.

(sirens wailing)

-(elevator bell dings)
-No, no, that-that is not
what I heard.

-Because you're
listening to Fox.
-I am not listening to Fox.

What is it? What happened?

-A car bomb next door.
-Reaching all the way up here?

-It was parked on the top floor.
-Who did it?
-I don't know.

It was antifa or the militia.

DENTAL HYGIENIST:
It was the militia.

-Was anyone hurt?
-DENTAL HYGIENIST: No one knows.

I certainly hope not.

(sighs) We cannot
keep working like this.

I agree, so how do we know
it was the militia or antifa?

-DENTIST: We don't exactly know.
-DENTAL HYGIENIST:
We don't know.

DENTIST:
We guess.

LYLE:
And no one else is left
in the building?

DENTIST:
We-we haven't checked.

We're-we're getting out of here.

-(voices fading)
-Yeah.

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That's a fucking car bomb.
That's what that is.

-WESLEY: Anybody hurt?
-STEVEN: Some flying windows,
broken glass, but no injuries.

It's the militia, right?

Is anyone taking responsibility?

-No one yet.
-It's from the protests,
Your Honor.

Well, I'm sure they'll tell us
when to clear the building.

Let's get back to it.

Please continue, Mr. Sheen.

STEVEN:
Mr. Gold, were you involved

in the planning
and carrying out of the

so-called
"Democratic Watergate"?

I have been advised by counsel
to invoke my rights against

self-incrimination
under the fifth amendment.

Mr. Gold, did you, in fact...

WESLEY:
Your Honor, must we
go through this charade?

My client intends to invoke

his fifth amendment rights
to all these questions,

not because he did it,
but because

-I have advised him...
-Counselor,

can we just accept that Mr. Gold

is going to take the fifth?

STEVEN:
No, Your Honor.

I would like to see his reaction

to all of my questions.

If I may continue?

Mr. Gold, did you,
in June of 2020,

plan and execute
the burglary of the offices

of the TV producer,
Mark Burnett?

(gasps)

I have been advised by counsel
to invoke my rights against

self-incrimination
under the fifth amendment.

Does your look of horror

imply that you're scared
of the truth coming out?

Objection.
My client was being sarcastic.

Well, let's hold off
on the sarcasm,

please. These charges
are serious.

STEVEN:
Mr. Gold, did you intend
to burglarize

Mr. Burnett's offices
in order to locate

and purloin outtakes
from the TV show The Apprentice?

ELI:
I have been advised by counsel

to invoke my rights
against self-incrimination

under the fifth amendment.

STEVEN:
Mr. Gold, did you, in fact, try

to acquire these outtakes
because you believed

they showed
President Donald Trump

using the "n-word"?

I have been advised by counsel

-to invoke my rights...
-Mr. Gold, did you in fact...

May I finish answering, please?

I have been advised

by counsel

to invoke my rights

under the fifth amendment

of the Constitution

of the United States

of America...

...the world,

Earth.

-Yeah.
-(notepad thuds)

Mr. Gold... (clears throat)
...did you, in fact,

enlist the technical know-how
of your daughter,

Marissa Gold,
sitting right over there, in

turning off Mr. Burnett's
security system?

Objection. Not in evidence.

Oh, I understand your objection,

given that you have added
Ms. Gold to your defense team

in order to prevent her from
answering these very questions.

WESLEY:
Your Honor, if Mr. Sheen
wants to bring charges against

Ms. Gold, let him do it.

Otherwise, he should stop
harassing my co-counsel.

CHASE:
Sustained.

Any more questions?

Mr. Gold, did you add your
daughter to your defense team

so that she couldn't answer
these questions?

-Objection, Your Honor.
-CHASE: Sustained.

STEVEN:
Mr. Gold, have you noticed

how many words your daughter
has said from the defense table?

Objection. Relevance.

She hasn't said any words.
It's relevant

because Ms. Gold has
only been a lawyer for a month,

and she's been added
to your defense team

in order to prevent her
from incriminating her dad.

Your Honor, can we get
the objections ruled on

before the next
outrageous question?

Sustained.

Counselor, if Mr. Gold
is your only witness,

I think I'm going
to dismiss these charges.

No, uh, I have another witness.

Uh, Your Honor,

uh, we would like to call
a new witness to the stand.

Sure, another witness
who will take the fifth over...

Uh, Your Honor,
we ask for a short break.

Well, it seems Ms. Gold
has found her voice.

Yes, we'll recess
until tomorrow.

(gavel bangs)

What the hell are you doing?

She's doing her job.
Landau's turned on us.

Frank.

I can't talk to you, Eli.

(quietly):
Let's head out this way.

ELI and MARISSA:
Fuck.

(elevator bell dings)

Dad, you and I need to talk.

Eli, we need to strategize.

You fucked me.

When did you become
so foul-mouthed?

You asked for access to Pegasus,
the security system.

I thought it was
for a client of yours.

-You can't prove it wasn't.
-Oh, my God. I never would've

given you access if I thought
you were gonna do something

this stupid,

-or this sloppy.
-Marissa.

This is just a bullshit hit

from the Republican
attack machine.

How many phones did you hack?

Just Mark Burnett or all of NBC?

I didn't do this

because there's no proof
I did this,

so this argument
is a massive waste of time.

(elevator bell dings)

-ELI: Hello, Diane.
-Hello, you two.

(elevator doors shut)

Here, have a flower.

One for each of you.

Thank you.

Oh, Diane, there's something
shiny in your-- Ow.

-It's a piece of glass.
-Oh, yes,

-I had a window explode on me.
-What?

Yeah, at my doctor's office.

You were near the car bomb?
Are you all right?

Yes. I'm surprisingly well.

LIZ:
As a reminder, the... uh,

we bought two tables
for the Democratic fundraiser

tomorrow night, so it'd be great
if we could fill them.

Let's invite the associates.

It's not usually
how we do things.

But change is good,

-right?
-Well, yeah, we can

absolutely invite
some of the associates.

Yeah.

Uh...

Now, regarding
the budget review...

Why Democratic fundraisers?

LIZ:
Well, the DNC has thrown us

a lot of work over the years.

That's a valuable relationship
to maintain.

Maybe we should consider

a more grassroots approach
to outreach.

Meaning?

Local Black churches.

That's where we need
to spend our time

-and our resources.
-Okay.

We will definitely
consider that. Uh...

-you can see that
the projected income...
-RI'CHARD: There's one other

thing I'd like to consider.

-The adjusted draw.
-What's that now?

RI'CHARD:
The equity partners
need to receive

the original draw they were
promised by STR Laurie.

Agreed, but if you, uh,

look at the earnings

-from this past quarter,
I don't...
-RI'CHARD: No, no.

No, this is Ri'Chard's
top priority.

There is too much
disparity between

the partner-level draw

and the equity-level draw.

-I need to make this right.
-MADELINE: Agree. 100%.

(applause)

MAN:
Amen.

You hated my ideas.

Uh, no, it's just that you

promised something
that the firm cannot deliver.

With STR Laurie's

profit participation,
the money's just not there

-for the equity partners.
-Uh, I have access to the books.

There are certain adjustments
that could be made.

Which would affect
the quality of life

here at the firm,
and with people

resigning right and left...

Just, uh, let me fiddle
with the numbers

and present you with a plan.

Fine.

Fine, but can...

can you... (chuckles)
...let me see the plan

before you announce it?

-I can do that.
-Great.

I'm an extrovert.

I can get a little carried away
in a room full of people.

Noted. (chuckles)

-Jesus is Lord.
-Oh, yes, he is.

(quietly):
But you are not.

Jay.

-Don't worry.
No one was injured.
-What?

-Wait, what?
-The car bomb.

It wasn't intended to kill.
Just to make a commotion.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That's not what I need you for.

Come here, come here.

-What's up?
-Um...

I, uh... Well, it-it doesn't
seem as important now,

but I-I need you
to look into Mr. Lane.

(playing jazzy music)

In what way?

Background. You know, go deep.

Even small things.
Stuff that would

normally sneak by
a regular background check.

Why?

I need to see what he's about.

(explosion outside)

-God.
-I think we should do

a safety course for the firm
and get some more security.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That makes sense.

-Just keep me posted
with what we...
-(explosion)

...need to do.

Ah, he's pissed, that's why.

Landau thinks I kept him from
a job in the Biden White House.

-Did you?
-Yes, but so what?

Good, we bring that up on cross.
Show he's biased.

I mean, what could he say
about you anyway?

I don't know
what he'll lie about,

but we talked about wanting
those Trump outtakes.

WESLEY:
You talked?
How much did you talk?

Just theoretically
about a burglary,

but not in a concrete
sort of way.

You could still sell it
as someone

taking our plan
and running with it.

Sure. Maybe I took it and
burglarized the building myself.

Marissa, do you need a moment?

No, this is my moment.

Here, with my loving dad,

-supporting him.
-WESLEY: So, there was

a plot?
Is that what we're saying?

ELI:
It was standard rat-fucking.
You know,

you talk about 100 possibilities
to mess with the other side.

Y-You talk about sending hookers
to their prayer breakfast.

They do the same to you, but you
don't break the law. (laughs)

And if you do break the law, you
do it through intermediaries.

Where are you going?

To my desk, to do actual work.

Your work is here.

No. I-- You don't need me.
I am a laughingstock in court.

-Get another lawyer to do that.
-ELI: Marissa.

If you quit,

-they will subpoena you.
-I know.

I might have to testify.

-WESLEY: Whoa, that is not...
-Wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Hey.

Okay, what do you want, Marissa?

You want me to take you
on a father/daughter picnic?

Is that it?
You want to go to Disneyland?

Get photos taken
with mouse ears?

This is who we are. If you're
in trouble, I help you.

If I'm in trouble, you help me.

-We're transactional.
-Exactly.

-Always have been, always will.
-Okay.

Here's the transaction.
I cross-examine Landau.

No, Marissa.
Wesley is first chair.

Okay, then you don't need me.

Wait! Marissa.

(sighs)

Just give me a minute.

This is not an easy time
to be alive, for anyone.

Every day there seems to be
something new to worry about.

There's this low hum of anxiety

that's become knitted
into the fabric of our lives.

And we're all so used to it,

we think this is the way
life is supposed to feel,

but what I tell my patients

is... it doesn't
have to be like that.

I don't want to treat
just the body

or the mind.

I want to treat the soul.

God, I love your voice.

Did you know

that one in every five people
suffer from chronic anxiety?

-Are you one of those people?
-I didn't think I was, but...

maybe I am.

Well, if you are,
I'm here for you.

I want to help you

feel the kind of spark

you haven't felt in a long time.

(deeply inhales)

(exhales)

Keep talking.

I don't want you
to just be happy.

-Mm.
-I want you to be truly content.

I want you to feel pleasure

in every part of your life.

How's that sound?

Good.

Mm. Really good.

KURT:
Hey.

Kurt. Kurt.

-You're home.
-Yeah. I, uh,

I thought you sounded
a little lost on our last call.

-(chuckling)
-I see you've been missing me.

Well, yeah, yeah,
I am missing you.

Good. I've been
missing you, too.

(both moan)

Let me take a shower.

No. No, cowboy, come on.

-I like you funky. Let's go.
-I smell like an airplane.

Good, let's join
the mile-high club.

-(chuckles)
-Come on.

I'm ready for takeoff.

-(cell phone buzzing)
-DIANE: Oh, no, don't.

No, it's so peaceful.

(Kurt grunts)

Oh.

I have to. It's work.

Yeah. (clears throat)

(sighs) How bad?

We had nothing to do
with that car bomb.

No one knows.

Just be ready
for when the media calls.

"The NRA mourns this

"senseless loss of life,

and our thoughts and prayers are
with the victims, et cetera..."

LYLE:
The world moves
from craziness to craziness.

That's why the most important
thing is inner peace.

That's why I'm here.

Kurt.

Kurt, I want
to tell you something.

All right.

I've been taking this treatment

that I think
you should know about.

It's... it's for anxiety.

I'm sorry, what...

what anxiety?

Well, you know,

since the world fell apart.

I mean, the Cold War,

Roe v. Wade,
civil rights, violence

in the streets, and

I started thinking
a lot about death.

And... it wasn't good.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I mean, you weren't here.

And I'm telling you now,

maybe because I feel better.

I-I found something that works.

It's called PT-108.

It's like ketamine,
but it's not as powerful.

Ketamine? Isn't that, like,
a horse tranquilizer?

Well, not in this case.

It's FDA approved,

and it's administered
and supervised by a doctor.

Oh, so, where'd you find
this doctor?

Is this through
somebody you know?

I found it on the Internet.

(scoffs) Well, if you're
not feeling well,

you should go see a real doctor.

We can look
for referrals together.

(sighs) Why are we even
having this discussion?

Because you brought it up,

and... you're taking drugs.

No, I'm not taking drugs.

No. And I'm-- I am not asking

for advice or even help.

I'm just sharing something.
I-I'm sharing a good thing.

-Diane...
-No.

I-I understand

you're concerned
because you care,

and I appreciate it,

but it's-it's okay.

Okay? Let's just...

leave it alone.

(sighs)

SVEN (over earbuds):
Welcome back to Go Ask Alan,

sponsored by Pages,
Chicago's friendliest bookstore,

and presented
by Room Tone Radio.

And now to our final segment.

The release we're most
anticipating this month is

"Thirty Minute Docket,"
a juicy podcast about cases

within a Chicago law firm.

RI'CHARD (over earbuds):
I've spent more years of my life

inside the courtroom than out.

Three decades,
426 cases and counting.

-My name is Ri'Chard Lane...
-Oh.

RI'CHARD:
...and I'm a litigator.

(elevator bell dings)

Is-is there... is there
something wrong, Officer?

(elevator bell dings)

RI'CHARD:
We will go from this worship

with the freedom of those
that trust in you.

In the name of Jesus.

Amen.

OTHERS:
Amen.

-Ri'Chard.
-Oh, oh, oh, gentlemen

and madam, this is

my partner, Liz Reddick,
daughter of Carl.

Hello, hello.
Nice to see you all.

Ri'Chard, can we talk
in my office?

-RI'CHARD: Uh...
-Thank you.
So nice to see you all.

Take care. Buh-bye.

(footsteps approaching)

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm...

meeting with local pastors.
New clients.

No. "Thirty Minute Docket"?

Oh. It's just an idea.

Wh-- No.
No, it's not just an idea,

not when I hear it on NPR,

-it's not just an idea.
-It was on NPR?

No. This is a independent...

Ugh, Ri'Chard, this is wrong
on so many levels,

I don't, I don't even know
where to start.

You can't just
take our cases and...

They have fictionalized names,

and I've been checking
with our clients.

-But they're not your cases.
-Right.

That's why I check
with the lawyers involved.

And you just put your name in
instead of theirs?

Well, that's just
good branding, Liz.

The listener needs someone
to identify with.

Oh, my God, you-you don't
even see why this is wrong.

Liz...

This law firm
has to update itself

or be swamped

by the future.

People are drawn

to strength,

and this makes us strong.

We will lose clients.

We've already drawn clients
who have heard

the promo for it.

Just give it a chance, Liz.

Liz, may-maybe it's
an embarrassment, maybe.

No harm, no foul.

You can't just
make decisions by fiat.

This is not "you," this is "we."

This whole law firm
is always "we."

Ubuntu: I am

because we are.

All right.

This is how it works.

You have an idea, any idea,

you want to scratch your ass,

we talk, we discuss,

we agree,

and then you can move forward.

Not before. You need to stop
with this "better to ask

forgiveness than permission"
bullshit.

Do you understand?

Get out of my office.

I want you to come
to dinner tonight.

Why?

Let's get to know each other

personally.

I want to know
what makes you tick.

You can find out what makes

me tick. Come on.

-No.
-Come on. Come on, come on!

-I make a mean Cajun catfish.
-No, I can't.

7:00 p.m.

It'll be my apology.

-We have the Democratic
fundraiser tonight.
-Exactly.

It'll be our excuse.

Then... we won't have to go.

-(chuckling)
-I...

7:00 p.m.

STEVEN:
Mr. Landau, is it
fair to say that,

in the months leading up
to the election of 2020,

you were in constant contact
with Eli Gold

about the campaign strategy
to defeat

Donald Trump?

If you were a Democrat in 2020,
that was Job Number One.

And as part of Job Number One,
did Eli Gold ever propose

breaking into the offices
of Mark Burnett?

-Objection. Hearsay.
-STEVEN: Illinois Rule 803,
hearsay exceptions.

You might look it up,
young lady.

CHASE:
Overruled.

STEVEN:
Please answer, sir.

LANDAU:
I have to acknowledge that

Eli's proposal to break into

The Apprentice's office

may have been said in jest.

LANDAU:
Your Honor, non-responsive.

Please instruct the witness
to confine his remarks

-to answering the question.
-That's what he did, Your Honor.

-No, he did not.
-What are you, eight?

The witness is allowed
to contextualize

the defendant's statement
in whatever way he wants.

Witness's remark stands.

STEVEN:
Mr. Landau, was, uh,
the defendant's daughter,

Marissa Gold, ever present when

breaking into Mark Burnett's
office was discussed?

-Objection. Irrelevant.
-Objection, Your Honor.
-CHASE: Overruled.

Sounds pretty relevant to me.

LANDAU:
She was not,

but she was working
as an investigator at the time,

and... he suggested she may have

some tricks of the trade
to share.

Your Honor, move to have
Marissa Gold disqualified

-as defense counsel.
-Based on what?

Based on being called
to testify.

I submit the only reason

she's been made part
of the defense team

is to prevent her
from testifying.

How the fuck
would you know that?

Ms. Gold, I will not tolerate
the use of profanity

from your father or you.
In fact,

I will hear arguments

tomorrow on the motion
to call Marissa Gold

as a witness.

Come in with your
arguments ready.

(gavel bangs)

Can you get the gate for me?

-Oh, sure.
-Thanks.

Thank you.

Do you want a pastry?

They're day-old,
but they're great.

They'll last five minutes
in there.

No, I-I'm fine. Thank you.

Let me get my keys.
Can you hold this?

Uh, sure.

Are you here to see Becky?

Uh, no. Ri'Chard.

Oh, yeah. You're the workmate.

Come on in.

-(door closes)
-NATALEE: Watch out
for the train tracks.

I always trip on them.

Ri'Ch! Your friend is here.

Hold on, let me
set my purse down.

-Sugar!
-Oh.

Oh. Hi. Hi. (chuckles)

Are you here for Ri'Chard?
He's in the kitchen.

-Can I take your shoes?
-Uh, sure.

-Can I, can I put this
down somewhere?
-Uh, your pastries?

The kids really shouldn't
have that much.

-Oh, they're-they're not, uh...
-(screaming)

Oh, sorry, that's Oliver,
he's fine.

Um, can I get you a drink?

Uh, I-I brought, uh,
some wine, so...

We have two specialty drinks:
a Fashionable,

which is Ri'Chard's version
of an old fashioned,

or a spicy sidecar.

Uh, I'll try the Fashionable.

-(screaming)
-One second.

Oliver!

Can I, uh... Oh, wow.

-(chuckles) Whoa.
-Who are you?

Uh, I'm... I, uh,
I'm-I'm Liz Reddick.

-I'm...
-You really shouldn't be
giving the kids sugar,

-not this close to bedtime.
-Oh, no.

The-- Some-Someone else
handed this to me.

Uh, can you point me
in the direction of Ri'Chard?

You'll have to take off
your shoes first.

Oh, hey, uh,
you're not supposed to have,

uh... Oh, you know what?
You're not my kids.

Okay.

RI'CHARD:
No more pastries.
What's going on out there?

I want these kids to eat.

-Ri'Chard?
-RI'CHARD: Oh, hey, Liz.

Come on in.

-Oh, here's your drink.
-Oh. (laughs)

I am so happy to meet
Ri'Chard's work wife.

Oh, thank you. It's...

-nice... to meet you, too.
-Let's go. Upstairs.

-Hey.
-Too spicy or just spicy enough?

-Oh. Mmm. It's just enough.
It's good.
-(laughs)

Sorry about all the chaos.

It was supposed to be
family game night,

but someone
didn't read the calendar.

It wasn't on the calendar.

(speaking French)

How's your drink?

Oh, it's, uh...

Ah, it's good. (laughs)

That's-that's good.

So, is, uh, your house
always this confusing?

RI'CHARD:
Ah, diplomatic word. A house
is always warmer when there are

more people in it,
don't you think?

(laughs) Uh, are, uh,

-all of these your children?
-Uh, no, uh,

some of them.
Uh, some are neighbors.

I found I never had
to worry about my kids

if I made our house the most

-fun one on the block.
-Mm-hmm.

-Then all the friends came here.
-Yeah.

-Uh, how many kids do you have?
-Oh, just one.

Uh, well, you should've
brought, um, him? Her?

Him. Him.
No, he's-he's-he's with his dad.

Oh, th-that's right, you're
divorced. Oof. I could never

-do that.
-Why?

RI'CHARD:
I, um,

have trouble ending things.

Jesus is Lord.

All authority
in heaven and earth.

RI'CHARD:
Oh, the bottle's in the fridge.

I thought you two were going to
that Democratic thing tonight.

RI'CHARD:
Uh, we decided

to stay home and, um, talk.

Talk about what?

(chuckles)
Why we hate each other so much.

(laughing)

(laughter)

-Hello, Democrats.
-(audience cheers, applauds)

Welcome.

Now, isn't it nice to be

in a room filled
with people who believe

-in democracy
and free elections...
-(cheering, applause)

and climate change
and freedom of expression?

(chuckles) Have you been
on a college campus recently?

LANDAU:
Our first performers
tonight were

devastated when their show got
shut down because of COVID...

You all right?

I just hate hypocrisy.

MARISSA:
Really? That's new.

LANDAU:
...their own ensemble, dedicated

to racial justice

and LGBTQ+ rights.

So, ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome

-The Hamilton Swings.
-(cheers and applause)

All right. How you doing,
Democrats?!

♪ O beautiful ♪

♪ For spacious skies ♪

SINGER:
Spacious? Just check out

-that apartment of mine.
-(coughs)

You all right, Ms. Lockhart?

Uh, yes. Yes, I just, uh...

I'd better-- I'd better get
some club soda.

♪ Majesties... ♪

♪ America, America... ♪

Well, hello.

Oh, hi.

I saw you in there heading out.

I-I just wanted to say
hello before you left.

Oh, no, no, no.
I-I-I just have a stain

on this metallic fabric.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, no,
I-I don't drink a lot,

and-and never within 24 hours
of the treatment.

-I wasn't keeping track.
-(chuckles)

I should have known I'd see you
at something like this.

Why's that?

Oh, our conversations
about politics.

Oh, right, right, right.

Oh, God, is this boring.

A screwdriver.

Hello.

Except I don't know you, do I?

Lyle Bettencourt,
this is Marissa Gold.

She's a lawyer at our firm.

-Are you a client?
-No.

Okay, I give up.

Uh, Diane and I bumped
into each other on a trip.

(coughs)

Oh, shit.

Nice to meet you.
I have to go stop my dad

from killing someone.

(Diane chuckles)

So, what are the...?
(laughs)

What are the ethics of this?

The ethics of standing
next to each other

at a bar talking?
I think we're okay.

Okay, but I don't want
to break any rules.

So, how are you?

You mean after the treatment

-or after the explosion?
-Both.

Let's say both.

Blissfully neutral.

My feet tingle.
Not a bad thing.

And colors still
tickle my brain.

(both laugh)

Good.

Do you need to come back?

Come back to you?
Yes, I want to come back.

I-I think it helps.
Don't you?

-Think it helps? Yes.
-Mm.

-Can I ask you a question?
-Sure.

You're always so calm.

Do you-- Do you take
your own treatment?

No. If I had a need, I would,

but I haven't yet.

But, you know, let's give it
a couple of years.

(chuckles)

Sorry to keep you waiting.
I found it in the car.

Oh, good. Uh, uh, Diane and I
were just talking.

-Oh. Hi.
-Hi.

I'm Alyssa.
Nice to meet you.

And you.
I really should get back.

Yeah, us, too. They'll be
passing around the hat

pretty soon-- health care,
health care, health care.

-(laughs)
-See you, Diane.

Bye.

ELI:
They're using you

to send me to prison.
Are you okay with that?

LANDAU:
What, you think
I wanted to testify?

And as far as who can avoid
prison, I have

-the utmost faith that it's you.
-Dad, come on, let's go.

Look, Frank, is it
an apology you want?

-Is that what this is about?
-What are you talking about?

Dad, this entire conversation
can end up in court. Come on.

Listen to your daughter, Eli.

You're hurting yourself.

Dad, stop.
Why are you doing this? Stop.

Do not follow me
into the men's room.

(quartet continues singing)

You think I betrayed you
with the president.

-Let it lie, Eli.
-I did you a favor.

As soon as Biden tanked
in the polls,

you would have been
put out to pasture.

Jesus Christ,
can I have some peace?

Tell me you don't think
you're gonna be rewarded

for giving me up.

Tell me you're not
that fucking naive.

You did this to yourself.

When I found out
you were serious...

Die, Eli Gold, you fucking Jew!

(Eli panting)

(siren wailing)

Thanks for coming over.

Did we settle anything?

No... but it was interesting.

-It was.
-Yeah.

Next time we should probably
get drunk.

(chuckles)

-Here.
-Oh, yeah.

Oh, God, we are one with you.

(phone alert beeping)

What is that?
Amber Alert?

Um...

-(alert stops)
-Oh, God.

It's some kind of shooting
near here.

-Some protest shooting.
-Oh, my God.

It's at the Democratic
fundraiser.

One casualty.
Francis Landau.

Head of the Democratic
Committee?

Oh, my God, yeah.
I-I know him.

Downtown is on lockdown until
the shooter is apprehended.

20-block radius
around the ballroom.

We're ten blocks
from the Straton.

You should probably make
yourself comfortable.

You're gonna be stuck here
for a while.

Oh, God.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

Dad, can I get you anything?

Dad?

Oh, it was so weird.

I was right beside him.

And this guy just
came up behind us

and said, "Die, you filthy Jew,
Eli Gold."

Eli Gold.

He thought he was killing me.

The world has gone crazy, Dad.

But Frank's dead because of me.

He's not even Jewish.
He's...

He's got three kids.

And he's, like, Presbyterian...
something or other.

I'm glad you're alive, Dad.

-Did you see him leave?
-Who, the shooter?

-Uh-huh.
-No.

I heard the sound. I didn't know
it was a gunshot.

I thought it was a garbage can
falling or something.

And I turned to the door,

but there was a crowd
in the way.

What am I doing with my life?

What? What do you mean?

People hate me.

They hate me so much,
they want to kill me.

Dad, they want to kill us
because we're Jewish. Okay?

You could be selling pretzels
on the street,

they'd still want to kill you.

No. It's like Lee Atwater.
Remember him?

At the end he-he apologized.

He had, uh, brain cancer
or something,

but he died and-and he said,
"I'm sorry for Willie Horton."

You come into the world...

wanting to make it
a better place,

and you end up
just making a mess.

You make a difference, Dad.

You make a difference
to me, anyway.

If I die, you'll be there,
right?

-You'll give the eulogy?
-Dad.

You're not dying.

We just live in
a bad time, Marissa.

I've got to change my life.
I've got to stop.

I've got to... confess.

Confess what?

Everything. What I did.

No, you don't. Dad, no.

Mr. Gold, can we talk
to you over here?

Dad, just say what you saw.

Okay? Don't say anything else.

I'll drive you home.

All right, so...

I have to ask this question.

Which one of them
are you married to?

Which one is your wife?

-(laughs)
-Well, I-I-I-I must have seen,
what, four?

I needed a cheat sheet
to keep track.

Uh, will it offend you
if I told you

-none of them?
-None of them?

What is this, a commune?

Just a loving household.

And you're a Christian?

Born in the blood of Christ.

(chuckling):
Okay.

My wife died.

One is her sister,
one is her friend.

One is my friend,
one's a college dropout.

Um, I-I collect female energy.

Watch out, women have dinner
here and never leave.

-(laughs)
-Don't knock it.

You might just like it.

Okay, all right, well,

since we're bearing our souls
to each other,

what are you in this for?

Is it the money?

What-what are we talking about?
The women?

No, no.

Reddick and Associates.

Oh.

Power. Respect.
Independence.

Uh, branding my name.

What about you?

No, let me guess.

You're into this for
your father's legacy.

Oh, my God, no.

No.
(chuckles)

No, I always wanted to be

the opposite of my father.

When he was a defense lawyer,
I became a prosecutor.

When he was representing
Goliaths,

I represented Davids.

That's what I like about you.

-(siren wailing)
-That rebellious spirit.

That's what makes you hot.

(laughs):
Oh... God.

You're so funny.

-I...
-Why is that?

Well, but you-you...
you don't know it's too much

until you push it.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah,
that sounds about right.

When I first started my career,

I wasn't so polished.

I didn't care because
I knew I was smart.

I could win any debate,
so what did it matter

how I presented myself
or what I wore?

Well, you've changed.

Yeah.

Right out of law school,
I got to the final round

of interviews at my dream firm,
and the partner,

ooh, he brought me
into the board room,

and there, in front of all
the other partners,

he pulled out a laser pointer
and he pointed it

at every part of me.

Explaining how
someone with shoes like that

could never survive.

How someone with this haircut

would be laughed out
of client meetings.

How someone in a...
(laughs)

in a polyester suit, like mine,

would end up in the gutter.

I was trash.

Sorry.

Yeah, but it was an incentive.

I'm sure everybody has
an incentive.

(murmurs)

That was the day
I told myself,

"I will show him."

"I will be everything
he said I wasn't."

And that's how I ended up here
with you

in a $10,000 suit

drinking a $900 bottle
of wine.

(murmurs)

(phone chimes)

Oh, well, it looks like
we have the all clear.

All right, well, um...

...this has been
very illuminating.

I'm glad you approved.

Yeah. Oh, gosh, okay.

Well...

I will, um, see you at work.

I'll see you at work.

God, nothing seems real
right now.

Or lasting.

You okay?

I-I was talking to someone
at my table afterwards,

after the shooting,

'cause we were all
just stuck there,

and this person brought up
the connection

-between love and death.
-Huh?

It's like
in-in Tristan and Isolde.

Their love is so intense, it-it,

you know, it can last
even after they die.

You don't know what I mean,
do you?

Diane, I think you're
asking me questions

that you know I don't
know the answer to.

And I'm not sure why.

I'm not here
for a literature test.

I'm here 'cause I love you.

You know who I am.
You know what I'm good at.

What I care about.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Have I passed the test?

(Diane chuckles)

Yes.

STEVEN:
We need her, Your Honor.

We don't have Frank Landau

anymore for tragic reasons.

Marissa Gold is alive and well

and able to testify.

Is that your only argument--
you need her?

Circumstances have changed.
A man died.

And as far as I can tell,
only one person

stood to benefit
from his murder.

Excuse me, what the fuck?

-Ms. Gold.
-I'm sorry, Your Honor,
but what is he implying?

Fox News reported that
Eli Gold was arguing violently

-with the victim
just before the murder.
-I was there.

The gunman's target
was my father, not Frank Landau.

So he claims, anyways.

Oh, my God, are you nuts?

-Let's keep this
respectful, please.
-Tell him.

He's implying my father
killed someone.

I saw my dad's shirt
covered with Landau's brains.

Your Honor, look at that table.
How many lawyers

does one man need,
especially if he's

as innocent as he pretends.

Mr. Gold is allowed to choose
his own defense team.

Hold on!
I'm ready to rule.

Prosecution has made
a compelling argument,

and I'm granting the motion.

Ms. Gold, get ready to testify.

This can work.

RI'CHARD:
Good.

Uh, we thought it might.

(clears throat)
It's very generous of you
to, uh, give up

a portion of your bonuses.

Well, it's worth it
for the goodwill of the firm.

It might still be
a little tight,

but there are other places
I can pinch from.

Well, go ahead and pinch.
(chuckles)

Yeah, I-I must say,
it's great to see you two

have united on this.

It'll be a big relief
for the partners.

-There have been grumblings.
-Anytime.

-Good job, Liz.
-You, too.

(overlapping shouting)

Hey.

How's it going down there?

As far as I can tell,
there's just more people

and more arrests.

JAY:
Yeah, the assassination
last night.

They're blocking off
the lobby today.

Everybody's being directed out
through the loading dock.

Okay, well, that makes sense.
Just keep us posted

if there's anything
that we need to do.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay?

I dug deeper into Ri'Chard.

I thought you'd want
to hear about it.

Oh, God, yeah, I...
I almost forgot.

-What do you, what do you have?
-Past history.

He has history with the firm.

-What firm?
-Ours.

When your dad was running it.

Really?

Ri'Chard was
a first-year associate,

he applied here, and your father
wouldn't hire him.

In fact, Ri'Chard filed

a class discrimination suit
against him,

but Reddick used his contacts
to quash the suit

before it became public.

Ri'Chard told me last night that

he got rejected
from his first firm

because his clothes
looked cheap,

and he said the partner...
called him trash.

Mm, yeah,
that's probably your dad.

Did he mention that?

No.

Do you think he's here
with some secret agenda?

LIZ:
I don't know.

What would it be?

(knock on door)

Do you have a minute?

Uh, Marissa,
this is not the best time.

Could we, uh, talk tomorrow?

I have to testify against
my dad today, so not so much.

Yeah, yeah. Sorry.

(explosion outside)

-God, it's getting worse,
isn't it?
-Yeah.

-Thought it'd be over by now.
-Yeah.

(Marissa sighs)

So, I figure you've heard
about this case against my dad.

I have.

The judge is making me testify

now that the prosecution
doesn't have Landau.

And the things they're gonna
ask me about are

things I did.

-Did you know what your father
was gonna do?
-No.

He kept me in the dark.
Unsurprising.

But if I tell the truth,
it'll be bad for him,

and if I withhold the truth...

You would be perjuring yourself.

And jeopardizing my law license,
which I know I've only had it

for a couple months,
but I kind of like it.

Well, I'm sorry, Marissa,
I can't advise you

to perjure yourself.

I know.

If it's okay, I wanted to ask
about your father.

You know,
since we're both in the

ethically-compromised
dads club.

It's not a very fun club
to be in, is it?

It sucks.

When we uncovered that stuff
about your dad and the women,

you asked me to find out
how many more there were.

I did that.

I put it in a folder
and gave it to you.

Did you ever read it?

-How will that answer help you?
-I don't know if it will.

I-I'm-I'm just trying
to figure out what...

Uh, no.

No, I didn't read it.

(explosion outside)

DIANE:
Eli.

You look lost.

Marissa will be here
in a minute.

It's getting bad down there.

Yeah, it is.

I'm so sorry about Frank.

I am, too.

They were coming for me.

I know.

(explosion outside)

Do you have any protection?

I-I have a few guards
down by the car.

I have 'em for a couple days,

then their contracts
will run out.

It feels weird.
I'm-I'm a mechanic.

I'm not a public figure.

We're all public figures now.

Come on in.

Sure. Why not? Let's drink.

Cheers.

(both laughing)

Was there a better time, or
has it always been like this?

I don't know. Whenever I'm
smack-dab in the middle

of the time, I always think
it's the worst time,

and then, I don't know,
five years later I think,

"Huh, that was
a pretty good time."

-I fell apart today.
-Well, that makes sense.

A person was murdered
right beside you.

And they thought they were
murdering me.

Yeah, so how could you not
fall apart?

I've been wondering how much
I've been contributing

to all this.

Turning the opposition
into the enemy,

turning the enemy
into psychopaths.

Eli, you're not the one
who assaulted the Capitol.

How do we get out of this?

They're shouting,
so do we just shout louder?

I don't know, but if we don't
shout back, they'll win.

And when they win,
they will trash everything.

Oh, my God, I am so exhausted.

Okay, so...

here's what I suggest.

Finish your drink, stand up,
pull yourself together,

and go out there
and kick some ass.

This country is worth
fighting for; it always was.

And our enemies want to
stop voting from happening.

That's not just galling,
that is the end of America.

And we can't let that happen.

Where do you find
your optimism?

In a hallucinogenic drug
called PT-108.

(laughs)

-Are you joking?
-No.

Tell me if you want me to set up
an appointment for you.

Eli, I need you to fight
the good fight.

I need to know that
there is someone out there

who can quarterback the game.

Because I know our politicians
aren't up to it.

It has to be you.

The person behind the scene.

I'm sorry, if you want me to
contribute to your bodyguards,

I will, but you have
to get back in the fight.

MARISSA:
Hey.

Marissa Gold, how are you?

-Better now.
-Why?

'Cause I was listening
to you two,

and I decided something.

Let's get to court, Dad.

Okay, daughter.

(power drill whirring)

Hello, you must be Diane.

Oh. Hi.

-It's you.
-Ye-Yes, hi.

I'm here for my session
with Dr. Bettencourt.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, we met
at the fundraiser.

That was awful, wasn't it?

The shooting, yes.

Anyway, I'm Dr. Alyssa Schuman.

Dr. Bettencourt had to go
out of town last minute,

take care of a personal matter.

So I'm filling in.
(chuckles)

Do you have any idea when
Dr. Bettencourt will be back?

Not as of now, but
we'll keep you posted.

May I offer you
some cucumber water?

No.

Then let's get you hooked up.

My father is brilliant
at certain things

but a disaster at others.

I guarantee you

he thought Pegasus
was just a winged horse

until you brought these charges.

Ms. Gold, do you know
the meaning of perjury?

Objection.

Seriously?

Sustained.

STEVEN:
Okay, I'll ask you directly.

Did Eli Gold ask you

to get ahold of a copy
of the security system Pegasus?

My dad calls me
for technical advice sometimes.

I've explained to him
how to embed images

in emails or tweets,

which, by the way,
he still calls "twitters."

(chuckling)

You do that, too?

-Guilty.
-(chuckles softly)

I've helped him
set up Zoom calls.

But I've never helped him spy
or hack, and I certainly

-haven't helped him use Pegasus.
-Ms. Gold,
if you're telling the truth,

then why did Frank Landau
believe that you were involved

-in the attempted burglary?
-Mr. Kirkpatrick

is about to object
on the grounds

that your question calls
for speculation.

I suspect Judge Chase
would sustain that objection

and tell me not to answer you.

But I would like to try
to answer your question.

Go ahead.

Frank Landau had seen me help
my dad with technology

on other occasions

and, without evidence,

jumped to the wrong conclusion.

And you can hardly blame him,
Mr. Sheen,

as it appears he was
only following your example.

♪ ♪

PROTESTERS:
Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not replace us!

-Thank you.
-Hey.

-I'm your daughter.
-(chuckles softly)

-Where you headed?
-D.C.

Landau's gone.

Dems need me.

You can stay for another night.
We'll have dinner.

I'd better not.

They might shoot you,
thinking you're me.

PROTESTERS:
Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not replace us!

Incredibly,

your mother had
to talk me into having a kid.

(chuckles)
I know. She told me.

I'm glad she did.

You're my greatest achievement.

Don't be a stranger.

I won't.

And I won't forget
what you did today.

(scoffs) Don't get shot, Dad.
I would miss you.

I'd miss me, too.

(sniffles) I'm worried this is
the last time I'll see you.

Don't say that.

(car door opens)

Stay safe.

PROTESTERS:
Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not replace us!

(reciting the Traveler's Prayer
in Hebrew)

PROTESTERS:
Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not
replace us!

Jews will not replace...

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