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Previously on So Help Me Todd...

You have a nemesis?
MARGARET: Natalie Harris.

The most conniving woman
you'll ever meet.

LAUREN: It's really nice
that you guys are friends

and everything's fine.

TODD: It is fine, right?
ALLISON: Yes.

Even Peter thinks it's fine,
and I told him everything.

TODD:
Wait, are you serious?

Peter is not threatened
by you at all.

TODD:
He's an amazing guy, and you deserve him.

Mom, are you okay?
I think Harry has left me.

HARRY: I'm gonna go to Iceland
and live in a hut

and farm and be naked
under the stars.

Chuck, we have to talk.

TODD:
I still can't believe you left him.

I'm outside
Multnomah Falls Arena,

where over the last month,
big money giveaways

to lucky Golden Ticket winners
have electrified Portland.

And today
one lucky fan will win...

$1 million!

All right, hockey fans, congratulations

to our winner, who is sitting
in tonight's lucky spot.

Section 101, row 27, seat 74.

Come get your check, yeah!

Whoo!
All right, Widow fans,

I will see you
at Friday's game

for our final giveaway

of $5 million!

(mascot cheers)

Whoo! Man.

Do you know what I can do
with a million dollars?

Put up new curtains
in the garage?

What? Chuck, no.

It's a million dollars.
I'm not gonna

live in a garage if I
have a million dollars.

I mean, hey, I love living
in your garage.

I love never cleaning.

I love you bringing me
Pop-Tarts at 3:00 a.m.

You're welcome.

But no, if I had
a million dollars,

I could open
my own P.I. firm.

Would you take on
personal cases?

Like domestic stuff?

Like marital stuff?
Like Allison?

Uh, maybe.

Allison, I think
showing up

for Chuck's work functions
while separated shows hope.

Shh. Mom,
his coworkers don't know.

I'm just here as a favor,
or to keep up appearances, or...

I don't know, I'm here.

Allison, it is sweet.
It shows empathy.

You care, and because you care,

don't you think
that your marriage deserves

a chance in therapy?
(scoffs)

Look, what do
you need to know?

Is she ever coming back?
Is she seeing somebody else?

Does she still love me?

Please, please, Chuck,
no, do not cry.

Again. Okay? This is
your place of employment.

I mean, Allison,
I know bad marriages,

and this, trust me,
is not that. (stammers)

A little bit of work and
you can be having children.

I'm just confused as to why
you seem so concerned

about my marriage
as opposed to me...

Because I want you both
to be happy.

I appreciate that.

And you are now squatting
in my condo.

You said you didn't want me
in a shady Airbnb

in Southeast.
No, well, I don't but...

Oh, this guy.
Hey, Bumpy.

This guy!
This guy. Are you kidding me?

(grunting)
This guy? What about this guy?

Well, thanks to this guy,
Widows games sell out now.

This is the genius behind
the Golden Ticket Giveaway.

Go, boys!

(buzzer blares)

(crowd cheering)

Sorry. Hi.
Oh, thank God, thank you.

I thought they were
out of these again.

Yeah. Okay, just don't
eat them fast,

like you did last time, okay?

Don't want another situation
with meat for you.

I'm mostly just trying
to escape from Mom.

Yeah? Moving in with her
part of this exit strategy?

No. My Airbnb is
being fumigated.

And it's actually really
much more convenient.

I can take the tram
from her apartment

to the hospital, and...

Am I shame-eating these?
Is that what's happening?

(buzzer blares)
Oh, come on, Gersen, get back on D!

Let's not get lazy now.

Oh, defense!
Come on, Gersen!

Oh, look, it's your ex,

who's engaged to
someone else.

Is that him, the
multimillionaire in his own box?

Hi. Would you like to have
a conversation with me?

She kissed me.
What? When?

It doesn't matter.
Nothing came of it, so...

Aren't you dating Amy,
the Rose Empress?

Yes, well, she's back
at Cornell now,

so we're doing long distance,
Uh-huh.

Which means she's probably
going out to dinner with

future lawyers and judges.

You know, men who don't
live in garages. Garages, yeah.

You should move on.

For your own good.

Susan's about to
get married.

You don't want to pine.

I'm not pining. That's not
what this is at all.

Are you kidding me?
Look at yourself.

Your face is pine.
I'm not...

You smell like a pine-scented
Yankee Candle.

That is my cologne, okay?

It's very earthy.
(inhales deeply)

Just, you don't want to
further complicate

things with Susan.

I thought you said
Peter was a nice guy.

TODD:
(scoffs) Yeah, he's the best.

Well, he's very rich,
if nothing else.

Caramel apple,
brownie caramel bites.

Hmm, what else is caramel?

Oh, enjoying the sweet life,
I see.

(chuckles) Yeah. Much better
than the nosebleed seats

we used to get.

Are you still afraid of Fang?
I'm not afraid of Fang.

I just think that if
your team name is the Widows,

a more appropriate mascot
would be

a gang of dead husbands.

So you're scared of spiders,

but not of a gang
of corpses?

Yeah, I'm not scared of
a gang of corpses

because zombies aren't real. Yet.

(laughs)

SUSAN: Do you remember
when we won front row seats,

and Bronovich got punched,
and his blood

splattered all over
the glass in front of us? Mm-hmm.

SUSAN: And then his tooth...
TODD: Flew right into my mouth.

Yes. I mean, how could anyone
forget that, let alone me?

Susan.

Oh, hey.
There you are.

Todd, my boy.
Hey, Peter.

We were just talking about
this brawl that we saw here,

and this tooth.

It's a long story.

Um, you really should have sued.

Yeah, well, had you been
a lawyer back then,

maybe I would have.

We would have won.

We definitely
would have won.

How far we've all come.

That's right.
All right, then.

We'd best be off, love.

Okay.
Bye, Peter.

(sighs)

No one's gonna cut this cake?

Mm, you should call
your P.I. firm

All the Wright Investigations.

Hmm, that name suggests that

all other investigations
are wrong.

Oh.

I love it.
Right?

Yes, I do! By the way,

how much more Zamboni time
do we have?

Oh, about 15 more minutes.

(snaps fingers)
15 great minutes.

Yeah. Hey, did I tell you
about my inspiration

for the Golden Ticket Giveaway?
WOMAN: Chuck Grant?

That's him.
That's me.

I'm Special Agent Fox.

This is my partner,
Special Agent Carter.

We'd like to ask
a few questions.

Oh. Okay.

Dude, that's...

(phone ringing)
Ugh. Allison,

your phone is ringing. Ooh.

Yeah, it's Chuck.
I will call him back later.

Allison, I can do all
of that in the morning.

There is no hope for your
marriage if you don't talk.

He calls me all the time
asking where his shoes are,

or how to turn on
the dishwasher.

He's Chuck.

I want to empty this out
so I can put my spoon in.

Hand-washing takes
half a second.

No, thank you.
There are thousands

of bacterial strains
on a sponge.

The dishwasher sterilizes it.
Okay, but please,

Allison, the bowls go over here.

And glasses open end up.
(phone chiming)

ALLISON: Okay.
(chimes)

That's your phone. Oh.

Well, it's--
Oh, it's just Todd.

I'll talk to him later. Ooh.
(phone ringing)

Chuck is calling again.

He is a grown man.
I will call him back

when I'm done
helping you with this.

Well, it doesn't help to put
things in the wrong place.

Oh, for crying in the night,
would you answer your phone?!

You're not answering Todd.
He's calling again.

It could be an emergency.

It's not. I promise you
it is not an emergency, Mom.

Stop! Don't touch my phone.

Hi. Why are you ignoring
my texts?

Chuck is in trouble.
I seriously doubt that.

Pick it up!
Pick it up!

Okay.

Chuck, what's going on?

CHUCK:
Hey, glad you answered.

I only have a second.
We're on a little bio break.

What? A bio break from what?

He is being interrogated at
FBI headquarters right now.

Todd, don't be ridiculous.

Chuck interrogated. FBI.

Yeah, we're really
just chatting.

They're very interested
in the Golden Ticket Giveaway.

It's no big deal.
Oh, hey, they're back. Gotta go.

Wait, don't hang up.
Call a lawyer!

Oh, my God.

There's no world where
that's not a big deal, right?

No, there is not.
Grab your coat.

FOX:
Wow.

Mm-hmm.
I've never met anyone who

invented a lottery before.

Well...
(chuckles)

How'd you pick out
the winning seats?

Darts. I put the seating chart

over the dart board
in my office,

and wherever that dart landed,
that was the winning seat.

Totally random.
It's pretty cool, huh?

Thank you, Justine.

I owe you one. Thanks.

Who else knows about
the winning seat numbers,

in advance of the giveaway?

The giveaway.
CHUCK: Just me.

It was a secret
I kept in my heart.

It's all you.

Mm-hmm.
It's all on you.

You're the only one at
the center of this whole thing.

Yep.

Oh, my God, he's implicating himself.

For what?
I don't know.

I've got to get in there.

Those prize winners
have me to thank.

Me, and me only.
Chuck Jebidiah Grant.

Stop, stop, stop.

I'm shutting this down.
I am this man's attorney.

Margaret Wright,
you don't have the authority

to shut anything down.

Mr. Grant refused counsel,

and he's our witness,
not your client.

Natalie Harris.

I should have known.

♪ ♪

I just can't believe
this is real.

Well, that's exactly
how I felt when Harry left,

but Todd kept me calm and we
solved the problem together,

and that's exactly what we're
going to do now. (elevator dings)

Margaret, a word.

Oh, of course.

Uh, uh, uh, uh,
Allison, you go on ahead.

I'll be right there.
(chuckles) Okay.

Yes?
Margaret, I need you to be my second chair

on a federal security
fraud trial.

Oh, well, when are
the trial dates? Today, 1:00 p.m.

We are halfway through
the plaintiff's witnesses,

but the intent threshold
is impossible,

and it's not looking good.

Beverly, I wish I could,
but I have...

Not the right answer
for someone in the running

to be named partner.

I would love to be
your second,

b-b-but I have a trial case,
a federal case of my own

that is occupying
all of my time.

I'm very serious about
this promotion, Beverly.

Mm. I appreciate the fawning.

It's not gonna help me
win my case, is it?

Why won't the Feds tell us why
they're investigating him?

Because they're the Feds.

Legally, they don't have to
until an arrest is made.

But they will have
an airtight case

when the handcuffs come out.

That is why their
conviction rate is so high.

This is terrifying, right?

We have to investigate Chuck
like they would.

So, Chuck, why don't you start
with telling us

everything that they asked you.

Um, they asked me
about Mitsy Mulgrew.

The $250,000 prize winner?
Did you know her?

Well, I met her a month ago
when she won the prize money.

You know, to fill out
the paperwork.

Mm-hmm, and I guarantee you
they've already talked to her,

which led them right
back to you.

Who's the only person who knows

which stadium seats will win.

Mm-hmm.
It's fraud.

It's fraud.
ALLISON: Yeah.

They think Chuck used

his list of winning seats
to choose the winners

and get kickbacks
from those who won.

MARGARET: Yes.
CHUCK: What? No. I would never do that.

That's illegal,
and dishonest.

Chuck, we need to prove
your innocence

before they prove your guilt.

Okay, I'll get to Mitsy Mulgrew
and do a background check.

And I'll ask Lyle
to reach out to Alex,

our new forensic accountant.

Forensic accountant?
Why? What's that for?

Alex will do a deep dive on
all of your finances,

all of your accounts, everything.

We need to prove that
there is nothing suspicious.

We need to find
what Natalie will find

before Natalie finds it.

Wait, all of our accounts?

We're both being investigated
right now?

What are we supposed to do
while that's happening?

Support each other.

(indistinct chatter)

You must be Alex.

I'm not sure what
Ms. Wright was thinking,

but as a Mensa scholar
I am more than capable

of handling our internal

forensic financial investigations.

And I don't need anybody...
I'm a client here.

And I'm Alex.

Lyle? Hmm.

Um, in order to do my job,
I will need bank statements,

tax filings and any other
investment accounts

that Chuck and Allison Grant
might have.

(spraying)
I'll also need a...

space of my own.

Mensa?
That's fantastic.

Y-Yes. I-- well,
I qualified when...

Files are over there
where we keep the--

Conference room.
It's a room where...

Space. Lots of space where we--

I can show you.
If you come this way.

(snaps fingers)
No, no.

It's over this way.

(papers shuffling)
LYLE: Shoot. Shoot.

Wait, so, Mitsy,
how are you broke now

if you won the $250,000 prize
three weeks ago?

Listen to me.
To win that money,

I had to agree
to cash the check,

and put half of it in this
weird blue leather bag,

and leave it at the drop-off.

This is going in the Sentinel?

Uh, online Sentinel.

Uh, digital.
It's more of a blog.

But, um, anonymous, right?

Oh, yeah, it'll be like
no one will ever read it.

So, wait, you said
a blue leather bag?

Yeah. With the initials "C.G."
monogrammed on the side.

Wait. C.G.? Is that...

Are those the initials
of the person

who set you up with all this?

I have no clue.

The whole thing was done
over the phone.

It sounded like a robot
on the other end.

A robot?
It told me

what seat number to buy.

I bought the seat,
I sat in the seat,

and I won.

Then I just had to
drop off half the money.

Though, believe me,
I wish I hadn't done it.

Because the Feds found out?

Because Uncle Sam took
the other half in taxes.

So I'm broke again.

This phone number you called,

um, how'd you get that?

No.

I shouldn't even have
said this much.

But it's anonymous.

I signed a piece of paper
with that uptight

U.S. attorney lawyer lady,

and I can't talk
about this anymore.

(sighs)

I do have a blue
monogrammed bag.

Yeah, it's my gym bag. Why?

It was used in the
kickback scheme.

What? No.
That can't be right. Yes.

Although that bag did go missing
about a month ago.

Missing?
From where?

From my office.

But nobody here would steal it.

All my coworkers are my friends.
I love them.

I mean, you could ask Janet,
ask Francisco the janitor...

No, no, no, Chuck,
we're not asking anyone.

Skippy, Bob...
Look, Chuck,

no one knows there's
an investigation happening,

and we need to keep it that way.
That's right.

Otherwise the person
running the scam

is going to shut it down,

and you will take
the fall for it. Mm-hmm.

So what am I supposed to do,

just keep coming to work
and act normal?

As normal as possible,
for you.

You're already walking weird.

Just walk normal, Chuck.
What are you doing?

You're still strutting, Chuck.

Hey, Bob, great job.

Frankie.
He shoots, he scores!

You don't have to greet
everyone, bud. Carol, hardworking, as always.

Hey, Beatrice,
this is Todd and Margaret,

my brother and
mother-in-law.

Must have missed the

"bring your in-laws to work"
memo.

(Chuck laughs)

She's hilarious.
Good afternoon, Beatrice.

May I ask how long
you've been here?

Since 7:00 this morning.
But at the company,

37 years.

Wow. Is that a 1942
Harold Nevins? Yep.

I love that baseball card
more than my first husband.

Yeah, that thing's worth,
like, over 30 grand.

You must have a pretty healthy
side hustle.

You selling Girl Scout cookies?
Candle parties? Bitcoin?

Oh, yeah.
I'm a TikTok influencer.

(Chuck laughs)

See? Hilarious.

Okay, my office is right here.

Spider! Aah!
Death venom. No, no.

Todd, it is a mascot costume.

It's just back from
being repaired.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Okay, now down to business.

Where did you keep your gym bag?

Oh, over here on this shelf.

But it's gone now.

MARGARET:
Chuck, what is that on the dart board?

Is this the...

Is this the stadium
seating chart? Mm-hmm.

Are these the darts
that you used

to choose the winning seats?
Yeah.

It's my dart chart.
MARGARET: Chuck!

You didn't think to take
the darts or the chart down?

TODD:
Literally anyone who walks into your office

can see the winners.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

All 300-plus people
who work here

are now suspects.

We are running out of time.

We won't be able
to vet them all. Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

Noojin, why is Natalie here?

(both laughing)

Never mind. Never mind.

Uh, Natalie... Margaret.

I know exactly what
is going on here.

Natalie's here to tell you
that my son-in-law Chuck

has been falsely brought in
for questioning, by her...

(laughs)
Actually, Margaret...

But Chuck would never arrange
to take kickbacks

from an arena giveaway that
he himself devised.

Not with a kickback.
I didn't tell her.

Of course you did, Natalie.
I know you. You just can't... BEVERLY: Margaret.

Natalie is here to ask
if I'll be the keynote speaker

for the Portland Women's
Bar Association luncheon.

She will.
Isn't that wonderful?

BEVERLY:
But that is news about your son-in-law.

Explains why you're unable to
fulfill your firm obligations.

I'll expect a full accounting
of your billable hours

you're laying out on his behalf.

Pro bono, I assume.

Yes, I-I will.

Of course. Wonderful.

Lovely to see you, Natalie.

Natalie, you know Chuck
is not guilty.

Two other winners
have materialized

since we last spoke

who tell the exact
same story.

A phone call offering them
an irresistible opportunity,

a drop-off location
and a bag

with the initials C.G. on it.

We're in possession
of the bag now.

Chuck comes from a very wealthy
old Portland family.

He doesn't need the money.

And rich people have never
fleeced anyone before?

(laughs) I just annihilated
my security fraud trial,

and set precedent,
and I'm confident

this case will end
in conviction.

But it's not Chuck.

Okay, look, no one
at the arena knows about

your FBI investigation.

Let's keep it that way
and let the five million

giveaway play out.

I will find the person
who is truly guilty.

Give me to the end of the game
on Friday.

This week, next week, it makes
no difference to me.

(elevator dings)
I'm going to get my conviction.

You have until the
$5 million giveaway

to present
an alternate suspect.

But if you don't have anything
by then,

I hope your daughter finds a man

in an orange jumpsuit attractive.

Quick, what do we got? Now.

Well, there's Chuck's
secretary Beatrice.

She is creepily interested
in our investigation.

Ah, Beatrice.
And Allison says that

she runs Chuck's entire life.

And she, like everybody else,
had access

to the winning seat numbers.

We need a different angle.

What about the winners?
Okay, sure.

What did we find
in their background check?

We need something that
ties them all together.

Well, let's see.
I have Bartholomew Roads,

winner number three.

With a credit score of 170.

Okay, and I got Mitsy,
winner number four with 210.

And Tangey Mitchell--
185 for my winner.

I mean, whoa, my credit score
was in the 300s for a while,

and is no longer,
but what do you have to do

to get your score under 250?

Declare bankruptcy,
like Bartholomew did. Huh.

Found an order on the court's
online portal.

Oh, this winner, too.

Ditto.

But what is the overlap,
and what are all these

signed slips here in the files?

Court-ordered

Financial Accountability
Fellowship meetings.

Huh. And all the
attendance slips

are signed by the same leader.

MARGARET/LYLE:
Huckleberry Johnson.

What is a Huckleberry Johnson?

What kind of parent names
their child Huckleberry anyway?

Hello. Hello. Hi. Hi.

Hi. Really? Wow. All this
from one Internet search?

Yeah, well, Mr. Grant uses
the same password

for every account that
he's ever opened,

so easy pickings.

Mm. Here, let me help you
out with that.

Yeah...
O-kay! Okay.

You okay?
Okay. Yeah, I'm okay.

You're stronger than you look.

Well, I was my platoon's
push-up champ. Army.

Me, too! But not Army.
Air Force.

Mm.
"Me, too" military.

Not a push-up champ, but
I did eat more boiled eggs

in one sitting than
anyone in my squadron.

Hmm. That's very impressive.

Can I ask, um, how did you get
from the front lines

to forensic accounting?
I'm a cliché.

(laughs)
I'm good with numbers.

They're solid, trustworthy.

And occasionally punishing.

You found something bad
about Chuck Grant?

ALLISON:
Wait, what do you mean Chuck has

multiple offshore accounts

in his name
in the Cayman islands?

Is this a good thing
or a bad thing?

Chuck, it looks like
you're hiding

massive amounts of money.

Chuck, is it possible
that your parents

set up these accounts for you,
or that someone else did?

You mean, like,
as a birthday gift?

N-No, Chuck. I mean
that someone gained access

to your private information
and set up these accounts

fraudulently in your name?

Why would they do that?

Oh, my God, Chuck,
you are being framed.

How can you be
at the center of this thing

and not realize that you...

I mean, are you even aware

of anything that is
happening around you?

At all. Anything?

This makes it look like
Chuck is super guilty, right?

In terms of the ticket giveaway
investigation?

Like-like he rigged
the whole thing,

and is taking kickbacks
and ferreting money away.

Ferreting?

Yes, uh, picking the winner,

and shaking them down for a cut.

Is Chuck the only suspect?
No, actually.

We have another
possible suspect.

All of the winners belong
to a debtors group

run by someone named Huckleberry.

But that's...
Are you kidding me?

Wait, what? Who's Huckleberry?

Huckleberry Johnson is
Chuck's college roommate.

So if all of the winners
are connected to Huckleberry,

then all of the winners are
also connected to Chuck.

Hello, my name is Huckleberry.
GROUP: Hi, Huckleberry.

And I am a compulsive debtor.

It's been eight years
since I've incurred

any unsecured debt.

Okay, we're looking for
anything that proves

that Huckleberry is
a recruiter.

Thank you, ma'am,
but I am undercover,

and this is an anonymous
group, so zip it.

Hey, you two in the back.

Oh, sorry, sorry,
don't mind us.

We're just, uh...
Anonymous debtors.

Yes, we're very anonymous,

very in debt,
and very new here,

so we don't know
all the rules.

We were all newcomers once.
It's okay.

Please, join the circle.

Okay.
Okay.

Hi. Anonymous.
Yes, very.

Hi. I'm-- Well,
you're all anonymous.

Please, uh, introduce yourself
and tell us your debt story.

Okay, well, sure...

Please.

Uh, me-- oh, first?
Okay. Hi.

(laughs nervously)
Hello.

Um, uh, my name
is Mar... lo.

ALL:
Hi, Marlo.

Uh, I am a debtor. Anonymously.

And I am here because,

beca...

because I am very

irresponsible with money.

My money, my mother's money.

All money, really.

Also, I am currently living--

I mean, if you can call
it that-- (chuckles)

in my sister's garage.

Also, I have landed in jail

on numerous occasions,
and my noble mother

has had to bail me out

time and time again.

TODD:
Wow, what a moving statement.

I got so much out of that.

Um, bless you.

But my name is
Percival Snodgrass.

ALL:
Hi, Percival Snodgra...

We don't share last names here.
Yeah, that's actually--

Percival-Snodgrass is my
first name, it's hyphenated.

Uh, I am a debtor,
and I have been

an emotional and financial disaster

ever since my husband
abandoned me

and fled to Iceland.
Yes, it's true. I know.

Why would anyone
leave me, right?

Thankfully, I have three
gorgeous children.

Well, two of them are gorgeous,
and one is a hideous robot.

But the handsomest one,
my sweet little boy,

he was really there for me.

He rescued me
in my time of need.

He is an incredible,
brilliant investigator...

How is this relevant
to your debt?

Well, uh, I don't know.

Maybe the shopping addiction
I developed

instead of embracing
my son's brilliance.

Well, thank you for your shares,
Percy and Marlo.

It looks like our time is over.

Could I please have some
volunteers to help clean up?

Okay, the newcomers and Tangey. Thanks.

Uh, uh, Tangey?

As in Tangey Mitchell?
You won the

Golden Ticket Giveaway.
You were the first winner.

$10,000, huh?

Yep, that's me. Yeah.

Jackpot.

Sure, this is my signature,
but debt counseling

is often a mandatory
condition of bankruptcy.

Yes, yes, but these people
also all won

the Widows' Golden
Ticket Giveaway,

which does seem like
more than a coincidence.

Wow. Yeah. Yes, it does.

Huckleberry,
it would seem

that the contest
has been corrupted,

and that these winners
are only chosen

because of their
connection to you.

To me?
Uh-huh.

Oh, no. To me?
That's crazy.

I have no connection whatsoever
to the Widows.

But your college roommate does.

So, was winning the
Golden Ticket Giveaway,

like, the best moment
of your life?

(laughs)

It was pretty dope.
Mm-hmm.

But I'd say becoming a mom
was probably the best.

Yeah. Same.
HUCKLEBERRY: Chuck Grant?

Mm-hmm.
Wait, you think Chuck Grant is behind some kind of, what,

a kickback scheme?
There's no way.

What makes you so certain
Chuck couldn't be involved?

It's just... Chuck is no
criminal mastermind.

He's no mastermind at all,
of anything.

He's just Chuck.

Chuck.

Hey, I really related
to your share.

I have an ex who just disappeared.

Left me in all kinds
of credit card debt. Right?

The worst. I mean,
I have no idea how

I'm gonna get out from
underneath all these bills.

If only there was some sort
of a quick, easy fix, you know?

Hey, do you like hockey?

Uh, puck yeah.
(chuckles)

Maybe you can be the next

lucky Golden Ticket winner.

Huh.

Pa-choo!
(laughing)

Hazelnut latte for Wayne,
and spiced chai for Linda.

Have a good one.

Okay, explain it to me again.
Who are we meeting here?

That Debtors Anonymous lady
who won the 10K prize.

she gave me a phone number
to call.

Then some weird voice-changing
robot voice

told me to show up here alone
wearing a Widows jersey.

I don't know, I think
they're grooming me

to be the next prize winner.

Is the delay between your
real voice and your phone voice

bothering you?

Iced oat milk caramel macchiato!
Ten pumps raspberry,

four pumps hazelnut.

Ew.
Ew.

Well, this is obviously how
they groom their shills.

Preying upon people like you
with financial problems.

Oh, it's just like
in that TV show Squids Ink.

Squid Game, Mom.
And you watch that?

Oh, everybody did.

But where is the mastermind,
and why aren't they here?

It is three hours
until the game.

Iced oat milk caramel macchiato!

Ten pumps raspberry,
four pumps hazelnut.

Maybe they were here.

Maybe that hazelnut raspberry
abomination is their drink.

BARISTA:
Iced oat milk caramel macchiato?

Ten pumps raspberry,
four pumps hazelnut?

Maybe they got here
before us, they ordered,

then the police
happened to show up,

and they fled.

Or maybe they already have

a winner for tonight's game.

Or-or maybe you just don't
fit the profile.

Or, you know, I'm not really
experiencing the delay anymore.

Mom, I'm not on the phone.
I hung up.

Oh. Hi. Hi.

Yeah, what I think
we need to do right now

is we need to get down to the
arena, and I don't know...

Yes, and find tonight's
giveaway winner,

and find out what they know
before Natalie arrests Chuck

after the game.

But how are we even
gonna get in?

The game is sold out.

That's okay.
I know a guy.

(crowd cheering)

Hey, Peter, thanks for allowing
Operation Widow

to take place in your suite.

My absolute pleasure.
I don't think

I've ever been involved
in a hockey sting before.

It's exciting, right?

Todd, Todd, I have arrived
in section nine.

Are you there?
Yeah, yeah, you got me.

And section nine,
I got eyes on you.

The seat number
for the winning seat is...

Sorry. Is right there.

But it's empty.
No one's in it.

Hey, yo, hello.

Agent Grant here.
Testing, testing.

We have a problem, Houston.

I just checked with
the box office,

and the winning ticket holder
is a no-show.

What? So there's no winner
for the big prize tonight?

I mean, maybe the mastermind
didn't have time

to groom somebody new.

Or maybe the mastermind
got cold feet.

You know, maybe they
recognized us

at the coffee truck
and called it all off.

So, Chuck, what happens
to the money

if there is no one
in the winning seat?

In the event of a no-show,
the money goes back

into the giveaway fund.

Hi, I've got your iced oat milk

caramel macchiato,

ten pumps raspberry,

four pumps hazelnut.
For Beatrice?

Beatrice?
No Beatrice here.

Whoops, wrong box suite. Sorry.
Oh, it's okay.

Beatrice?

Chuck's secretary is
the mastermind?

Beatrice!

Wait, what? Beatrice?

SERVER:
Hi. Beatrice?

I've got your iced oat milk
caramel macchiato.

Ten pumps raspberry,
four pumps hazelnut.

BEATRICE: Thanks.
SERVER: There you go.

Hey, Bumpy, I got your drink.

Oh, thanks, sweetheart.

Time to go give away
some money. (chuckles)

It's Bumpy.

Chuck's boss.
Bumpy?

He's the mastermind behind
the giveaway scam,

and he's heading to the ice
right now, Mom.

What are you going to do?
Natalie is going to

arrest Chuck the minute
the game is over.

Well, we need to get
Bumpy to confess

before the end of the game.

Okay, wait.

What if I sit
in the winning seat?

Yes. I'm the winner.

I go down to the ice,

and, oh, yes, yes,

I can get Bumpy to confess.

Mom, that is a terrible--

Wait a minute.

I'll meet you on the ice.

(cheering)

Well, it's intermission, folks,

that moment that you have all
been waiting for.

Now is the time when
we will give away

our $5 million prize,

changing one lucky
sport fan's life forever.

Are you ready?

Let me hear you.
Are you ready?

(whooping)

And the winner is...

Ho-ho! Section 109,

row nine, seat 22!

It's me!
I'm the winner!

(cheers and applause)

Yay! I never win anything.
I'm so excited.

Thank you.
(whispering): Hey, Mom.

It's me, Todd.

I got your back.

Thank you, Todd. I thought
you hated spiders.

Just don't say spiders, okay?

I'm already imagining
this suit is filled with them.

Todd, get it together.

I need you.
You're gonna be okay. Okay.

All right, I'll just--
I'll be right here.

I can't see with this thing on.

(sighs) Hello, Bumpy.

What the hell are you
doing here?

You are Chuck's mother-in-law.

What is he trying
to pull, huh?

MARGARET:
Tangey arranged everything.

She sent me here
to be the winner.

Tangey? I told her to
call the whole thing off

when I saw the cops
in the coffee truck.

You have been exploiting
those people

at the debtors meeting.
Oh, please.

Those people couldn't wait
to make a quick buck,

even if it was illegal.

And why did you set up
poor Chuck?

That was the easiest part
about this whole thing.

He didn't have a clue.
(chuckles) Thank you.

You have just given me
everything I need

for your confession.

These earrings have
recording devices in them,

and the FBI will be
taking it over from here.

Oh, no, you don't.

MARGARET:
Oh, Todd...

Oh, Todd, be careful. Oh!

Hey, Bumpy, here's
your winning ticket!

(cheers and applause)

Todd? Ooh!

(groans)
I don't feel so good.

Oh, honey, are you okay?
Don't-don't come near...

Mom, Mom!
(screams) No, Todd! Todd!

(cries out)
(crowd cheering)

(groans)
Please, please, please

get this infested hive
off of me immediately.

It's okay, Todd, you are
not a real spider.

Stop saying "spider."

Oh, my God!

(cheering)

(shudders)

So, uh, my office will
turn over tonight

the recordings that we made
of Bumpy's confession,

as well as the documentation
regarding the offshore accounts

that my forensic accountant discovered.

We are, we are handing you
everything but motive.

Bumpy had four wives spread
out all over the state.

He was trying to
make them all happy,

and inexplicably lost
a small fortune

betting on ferret bingo.

Ferret bingo?
Yeah.

It's a thing.

And in his desperation,

he cooked up this
entire kickback scheme.

And to execute it,
he preyed on the naive.

Like Chuck.

Like Chuck.
Uh-huh.

And no surprise, Natalie,

you were so eager
for a conviction

you would have sent
an innocent man to jail.

Margaret, I knew that
if your son-in-law

was actually innocent,
you wouldn't let up until

you handed me
the real culprit.

Which you did.

That's what I call
an opponent.

Admit it, I make you better.

Not by a long shot.
I make you decent.

Until next time.

(scoffs)

(knock on door)
Beverly.

I know you've been
bogged down

with proving intent
on your securities case.

I have a shortcut for you.

I'm listening.
Call in sick tomorrow.

And why would I do that?

Because Natalie Harris just won
her federal securities case,

and the ruling will be published
day after tomorrow.

And the moment
it becomes published

it becomes precedent.

And your judge will be
held to it.

Thank you, Margaret.

Yes. Of course.

Still doesn't change the fact
that you didn't tell me

you were working on
your son-in-law's case.

Well, I-I was going to but I...
But you didn't.

An omission is the same
as a lie.

And if you want to be
my partner,

please be aware that
I do not like lying.

Oh, I...
That's all.

(knocks)

Uh, yes, thank you for

squeezing me in
between appointments.

Sure. Yeah, no problem.

Uh, you have another case that
you'd like my thoughts on?

That's right.
Bankruptcy matter.

There's a discrepancy between
the denial of discharge in--

Well, this case is
several months old.

But the precedent that was set
is interesting,

and with your expertise,
I just thought that...

Lyle, did you just
make up a case

to get me back here?

No. Certainly not. I-I...

'Cause, you know, you didn't
have to do that.

You could have just
asked me out.

Dinner?

I thought you'd never ask.

Wonderful.

I'm gonna, um,
grab my calendar,

my paper calendar,
my day book,

and I'll be right back.
(chuckles)

There you are.

Hi, honey.
What are you doing here?

I just wanted to tell you that
after the All-Star Game,

I pulled some strings,
and Wayne Gretzky is gonna

get us some ice time.
No way!

That's so exciting. Oh...

Wait, that's so sweet,
but you hate hockey.

Well, you know, you love it,
and I love you,

and I want to share that
with you.

I really appreciate that,

but I would rather do something
that we both enjoy,

like, I don't know,
hiking Cannon Beach,

or golfing or, I don't know,
like something crazy,

like skydiving over the Strip.

Oh. Vegas.

What about tonight?

Yeah, why wait?

We could find some
'70s-era Elvis chapel

and just tie the knot.

Like elope?
Mm-hmm.

Really?
Yeah.

My mom would literally
murder us.

You're right, yes.

We should be sober, responsible.

Do the right thing

no matter what
our hearts desire.

Hi, sorry, sorry.

I don't mean to--
Susan, do you have a second?

Oh, yeah.

SUSAN:
Wow, a divorce.

Are you sure?
Yes.

And you don't want
Margaret to represent you?

Would you want your mother
representing you

in a divorce from the man
she handpicked

to deliver her grandchildren?

No. Um...

okay, so, uh...

I'm really sorry.

It's okay.

Uh, the first thing that, um...

Wait, your mom handpicked
Chuck for you?

I mean, I wasn't some
child bride

that she married off.
I was an adult

who willingly participated.

But I guess I just...

I didn't know what
I wanted back then,

or ever.

And she was always so certain.

And I've been unhappy,

and I've realized lately
that it's because...

Because of your marriage?

No, it's because of me.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Allison, um...

can I ask, um,

when did you know about Chuck,

that he wasn't, um...

When did you know?

At the altar.

♪ If only the sea
had been planted through... ♪

(knock on door)

Yeah, come on in.

Hey.
Hey, man.

Just, uh, brought you
a late-night snack.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, blueberry.

You remembered. Yeah.

Cheers.

Yeah.

♪ Just like the sun ♪

♪ Of our wave we call cool ♪

Are you gonna leave, too?

Um, yeah, Chuck. Yeah.

I mean, eventually.

I gotta move on
and move up.

You know, figure out
my adult life.

You and Allison.

♪ Lean into the light ♪

Yeah.

♪ Now, row, Charon,
row, Charon ♪

♪ Row, row, row ♪

I thinks Susan is
the right choice.

I think you made a good choice.

One of the few choices
I've made.

Allison, I only want
what's best for you.

If I ever pressured you to...
If?

I'm sorry I pressured you

to stay married.

I just, I believed in
you two so much.

Mom, you don't have to
apologize to me right now.

I... yeah. Not now.

Maybe later.

♪ Row, Charon, row... ♪

You were brave to leave Chuck.

It took courage.

What's going to happen now?

I don't know.

Are you going to be okay?
Allison, I want you to be okay.

Mom, right now I don't
want to hear

what you want me to be.

Okay.

♪ Row ♪

♪ If only the sea... ♪

Do you want
to watch Freaky Friday?

♪ Row... ♪

Lindsay Lohan or Jodie Foster?

It's up to you.

Foster.

Okay.

But you have to stay on
your own side of the bed

'cause I don't want to accidentally

switch bodies with you.

♪ Those formative years ♪

♪ Were so hard to get through ♪

♪ Row ♪

♪ Just lean into the light ♪

♪ Now, row, Charon,
row, Charon ♪

♪ Row ♪

♪ Just lean into the light ♪

♪ Now, row, Charon,
row, Charon ♪

♪ Row. ♪

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