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(shopping cart approaching)

I'll be okay.

I'll be okay.

(groans)

(footsteps approaching)

Hey, man, you all right?

(creaking)

(cries out)

(crashing)

TODD:
Susan!

Hey, Susan.

Whoa, where's the fire?

I've been yelling to you
for the last block.

Oh. Sorry. Hi.
Hi.

Uh, lost in my thoughts.
Important meeting this morning.

I-I think it's just a formality,
but, you know me,

I'm still stressing out
over it anyway.

Well, as the owner
of Portland's future

number one private
investigation firm,

I know a thing or two
about important meetings.

I mean, when I have them,
I will know them.

And I will have meetings.
It is certainly in my future.

Someday.
Things still slow?

Uh... You know,
I prefer to think of it

as a larval stage.
you know, before--
...your business transforms

into Portland's number one
P.I. butterfly?

Exactly.

Ugh... Her.

Did a few jobs for
that woman once.

Total sleazeball.
Ambulance chasing...

You wouldn't believe
the stories if I told you.

Honestly, thank God
that's behind me.

Oh, my God.
There she is.

Todd Wright! Don't move.

Think she saw me. Susan...
BELINDA: Todd Wright!
Todd Wright!

Don't you move.
Susan, do not leave me
alone with her.

Please. Susan, Susan.
I got to get
to that meeting.

But, uh, good luck.
No, no, no, no, no.

Hey.
My favorite
private dick.

Just who I was
looking for.

Uh, really? Why?

Can't old friends reconnect?

Okay, well.

I'm in a little bit
of a legal dustup.

Don't worry your pretty
little head about it.

Belinda's gonna land
on her feet, as always.

But I need a lawyer.

You are a lawyer.

A different lawyer.

What say you introduce me
to your mom?

Oh, um, she's busy.

That's why I need you
to grease the wheels.

Charm her.

Charm her? She's my mom.

And seriously,
she's, like, extra busy.

Guess who wasn't "extra busy"
when I first met him?

You.

I helped you out.

I scratched your back.

And mine's getting
real itchy.

I think there's
a cream for that.

I-I don't understand why
I'm being fired.

What did I do wrong?

Absolutely nothing.

We've just discovered a...
redundancy at your position.

And because you were
the last one hired...

(sniffles)

Lisa...

if you need
a-a recommendation

or anything, just ask.

A recommendation isn't
going to pay my rent.

(sniffles)

(breathes deeply)

(clears throat)

Dear God.

♪ ♪

Uh-huh...

Hmm.

Hey, you let Lisa go?

So, do you want resumes
for a new office manager or...?

Oh, wow. Okay.

So we're in that situation.

Wait, should I be worried?

Oh, no.
(chuckles softly)

We're just, uh, experiencing
a temporary cash flow issue.

Nothing more.

I've had to cancel
the office pastries

and the good coffee,
and, of course, Lisa.

But... (inhales)
...it's under control.

It is.

Oh, um, I almost forgot.

You have that meeting
with Susan.

What? Now?

Uh. Oh.
Can we reschedule it until--

Morning.
You ready for me?

(chuckles) Yes. Come in.

So, I know
that you know this,

but six months ago,
you and I spoke about me

being promoted
to senior associate.

We picked a date
in the future to talk,

and this is it.

Yep. Okay.

Um, I've brought in
four smaller clients,

was lead in three trials,
five settlement negotiations

and-and a probate hearing.

More-more importantly,
I'm ready.

Susan, I am so proud of you.

And there's no question
that you deserve it.

But...
I've also been

the highest billing associate
for the past two years.

But I think we're gonna have
to put a-a pin in it,

just for a bit.

Okay, so when?

Next month?
Um...

I mean,
you're a name partner now.

You can make this happen, right?

Well, it's more complicated
than that. I...

Mom. Belinda Tuttle is
on her way up.

What? The ambulance chaser? Why?

Maybe I'll just reschedule.
I'll talk to Francey.

No, wait, Susan.
Wa-- Just wait.
Listen.

Okay,
so after I lost my license

and before I started here,
I did a few tiny jobs

for Belinda Tuttle,
like, nothing jobs.

Found a couple witnesses.
Tracked down a missing ear.

Long story.
A missing ear? Oh, Todd.

I was desperate back then,

but now I'm rebuilding
my public persona.

Todd 2.0.

2.1? I honestly can't remember
what point I'm at.

And I don't want Belinda
and her sleazy reputation

dragging me back down.

However,
she has asked me

to make a professional intro
to you,

and just to be nice

and to avoid her
and to get her to go away, I--

but you do not have
to work with her or rep her,

or even talk to her.
Rep her? Ha! No.

Todd, lawyers like
Belinda Tuttle

are what give the entire
profession a bad name.

She's only in it for the money.

And how would that look

to our A-list clients?
Like we were selling out?

No, I will absolutely not
represent Belinda Tuttle.

Belinda Tuttle. Esquire.
Nice to meet you.

I'm here to see
Margaret Wright.

Okay, I'll just let her know
that you're here.

Oh, it's okay,
don't worry about it.

She's expecting me.

Love your blouse, by the way.

Belinda Tuttle.

Hello.

Belinda Tuttle. Ta-da.

Make sure this is sturdy.

My average recovery
for a ladder fall is 125K.

Hello.

Enchantée.

Uh, loose wires are
the devil's playground.

Look out, people!

This setup is
not ergonomic.

When you develop carpal tunnel,

and you will,

call me.

You must be Margaret.

Yes.
Mom, this is Belinda Tuttle.

Belinda Tuttle.
You might know me from my ads.

"Trouble? Call Tuttle."

Yes, I know who you are.

Your jingle just burrows
right into the brain.

Come in.

(sighs)

So, uh,

Todd tells me that
you're having

some sort of legal trouble,
or...

Well, you heard about
Leon Dinks?

The man that fell
at the grocery store?

Not my area.

Well, he used to be
a client of mine, years ago,

a loose railing accident.

But this time he fell,
and he died.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

His sister went to the police.

Leon told her
he had been recruited

for a fake slip-and-fall scam,
and that I was behind it.

Oh, and were you? Behind it?

Of course not.

I know what people say,

but I'm not an ambulance chaser.

Oh, I hadn't heard that.

Well, I don't care.
I know who I am.

I'm a good lawyer

and a successful one.

Okay, maybe some of my clients
that I represent

exaggerate their injuries,

but I would never ask anyone
to injure themselves.

Why would I risk everything
for a stupid scam?

I see your point,
but, uh, my docket is full.

I need a great lawyer.

Well, the right attorney is
out there somewhere.

They charged me
with manslaughter.

(sighs)

I've been to 12 firms,
they've all turned me down.

Margaret, I need your help.

I understand. I do. Mm...

Listen, it's not just me.
If I fail,

all of my employees are
out of jobs.

MARGARET:
I, uh...

I appreciate your dilemma, but--
Listen,

I'll double your normal rate.

In cash. Up front.

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Welcome to
Crest, Folding & Wright.

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Mom, working with Belinda
is a huge mistake.

We got to get out of this.

Maybe we should bump her off.

Have you ever done that?

MARGARET:
You are overreacting.

Belinda a client
who needs help.

You don't actually think
she's part of this scam, do you?

Mom, you said it yourself.

You think your A-list clients
are gonna be

giving us referrals when
they see Belinda in our lobby?

No. We're not like her.

Mom, you and I-- not him--

we are top-shelf people.

Belinda's down here.
Us. Belinda.

Us. Belinda. Lyle.

You know what I mean?

Todd, it has already
been decided.

And Belinda's arraignment is
this afternoon,

so we need to get moving.

Oh, my God.

Now, the evidence against
Belinda seems very thin to me.

So I will be arguing that
because of her reputation,

the prosecution is blinded
by their own bias.

And if this is a scam,

and if Belinda is not
a part of it...

The best way
to prove her innocence

is to find the real mastermind.

Exactly. Good, Lyle.

Yeah, excellent work,
Inspector Clouseau.

But if I know anything
about Belinda,

and I do,
she's stepped on a lot of toes.

It's Toe-mageddon.

And if forced to work this case,
I guess I could do some digging

and see if someone's trying
to get back at her.

Good, Todd. Revenge is
certainly a possibility,

but the one thing
that we know for certain

about scams like these is

that it's all about
the settlement payments.

So, Lyle, you will be
on the money trail.

Unfortunately,
we don't have a lot to go on,

so we'll need to bring in
that, um,

that, uh, forensic accountant.
Alex!

Uh, I mean, uh,

Alex Parker...

is a...

solid candidate.

This is a big mistake.
She's making a big mistake.

Wait, we don't even have
any pastries?

Great. Great day.
It was supposed to be
a great day.

Hey, guys.

Margaret has
more responsibility now,

and she's got a-a lot
on her plate, and you...

Yeah, but I feel like
she's not even listening to me.

She can't see what's
right under her nose.

Right? Right.
Exactly.

I mean, it's hard enough getting

my business off the ground.
Belinda is a mistake.

I deserve to be
senior associate.

I'm not gonna
just move on.
Wait.

You think I should show Margaret
what a big mistake...

So, you're saying,
to protect my reputation...

...by finding something
to help with your case?

...and get Belinda out
of my life as quick as possible

and move on?
That could work.

I'm so glad
we had this talk.

Yeah, thanks,
Francey.

What?

What happened
to the coffee? Ugh!

I'm going downstairs.

Have a nice day.

("Be My Baby"
by The Ronettes playing)

♪ The night we met... ♪

(sighs)

Medium coffee. Black.

Oh.

Yeah. I mean,
a "please" wouldn't hurt,

and a little eye contact
wouldn't kill you, either.

Please.
(chuckles)

And what's the name
I should put on that?

Um... Todd.

Todd.

Nice to meet you, Todd.
I'm Judy.

Where's Millicent?

Oh, actually, she had to...

So, in South Africa,

they-- Ah!
Oh, are you okay?

Oh, my God. Ow.
Okay, you're okay. Okay.

You know, if you're
interested in suing,

got the perfect lawyer for you.

Mm. Yeah, not for me.
Not litigious.

Don't really
believe in it.

You know that 80% of Americans

can't afford legal help
when they're in trouble?

Then who's hiring
all the lawyers?

Well, I think I'm more
into personal responsibility.

You know, be kind,
clean up after yourself,

try not to burn down the planet.

I actually have
my master's in philosophy

and one in
environmental sustainability,

so I'm kind of like an expert.

Wait, you have two master's?

Five, actually.

And a partial master's from
Mid-Atlantic online University.

Six. I always forget
astrobiology.

All right, so...

Um, I have a Todd.

Yeah, thank you.

(sighs)

Oh. Wow.
Okay.

Yeah, let's just kill
all the sea turtles.

Hey, I love sea turtles.

Sure you do.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Weirdo.

(squeals)

As soon as we get through
the arraignment,

we'll start
witness prep.

Ah, good morning,
Margaret.

Morning.
Belinda.

Uh...

Ah, Gary,
you're looking well.

Thank you, Margaret.

My man! Oh.
Hey, hey.

Hey, are you still, uh,
scalping those playoff tickets?

Guilty as charged.
I need three.

Will do. All right.
(clicks tongue)

Mm.

Ugh, that guy?

MARGARET: Who? A.D.A. Russo?
BELINDA: He hates me.

I whupped him
in court a bunch.

Okay.

You!

My brother trusted you,
and now he's dead!

Leon is dead.

Ma'am, this way, please.

When you ride with
an ambulance chaser,

somebody always
ends up in the morgue.

Enjoy.

For the Tuttle case,

are you using offset or
index function for the data?

I found the offset function
is best as it's calculated

from a single cell
reference point.

Cleaner results.

Well, aren't you
full of surprises?

(chuckles)

You know, if you're free Friday,

maybe we could, uh,
have dinner at my condo.

Yeah, I can finally
see your place.

Also, um, there's
a great farmers market

in the morning, if you wanted
to maybe, um, stay.

Are you asking me

to sleep over?

It is our fifth date.

Are you counting
the hotdog cart?

Lyle, I need you to...

Oh. Hey, Alex.

What?
You're just cute.

Okay, so, I made some calls,

and, no surprise,
Belinda's got a lot of enemies.

Insurance companies, lawyers,
even old clients.

So, I put together
this "Nemesis List"--

trademark pending on that name--

of potential suspects,
but there's a bunch,

and I need you to take half.

Can't, because
we found a lead.

We got access to the
insurance settlement databases,

and we found
something strange.

So, in the last
18 months,

there have been
five slip-and-fall cases

all involving former clients
of Belinda.

Yes, and these cases were
never filed with the courts.

Everything was off-book.

So, you'd only want
to be off-book

if you didn't want
a public record.

Exactly, and we traced
the settlement payments,

and they all went
to the same account at...

Western Gateway Bank.
So, whose account is it?

The bank refuses to release
this information,

but we did find
something.

So, the slip-and-falls
all happened

at five different
grocery stores, and, strangely,

they all had the same
employee witness, Cory Hill.

So, either Cory
is extremely unlucky...

Or he's part of the scam.

LYLE and ALEX:
Precisely.

Subject consuming his third bag
of Chuffs cheese puffs.

(sighs)
(knock on window)

Mom, I am on
a stakeout.

Well, obviously.

I tried calling,
but...

Yeah, well, my
phone's on silent.
Why?

Uh, stealth.

Oh, God, you really need
to clean this car.

When I drove it,
it was sparkling and fresh.

Yeah, and Enrique Iglesias
was still top on the charts.

Why are you here?

Well, I brought you
an early dinner.

Some leftover chicken piccata.

You work much better and faster
when you're well-fed.

No, no, no!
Don't-don't eat it here.

It's already stinky enough
as it is. Oh.

Okay.
And I would love an update.

Well, I think it's safe to say
that Cory is not the mastermind,

unless
masterminding means

smoking two joints
and going to town on

another bag
of cheese puffs?

Uh-huh. Well, we'll have to
bring him in for questioning.

No, we can't do that.

Once the higher-ups in the
scam know we're sniffing,

the trail will disappear.
No, no, no, no.

Patience is our ally.
Given enough time,

Cory will lead us
to the mastermind,

who, I am sure,
is on my Nemasissalist.

Still working
on that name.

How much time
are we talking?

Uh, 72 hours,

give or take.
72 hours?

Todd, we don't have
72 hours.

The A.D.A.'s already
calling witnesses.

Hey, no one wants to finish
this case more than me,

trust me,
but these things take time.

Which we have
none of,

so you will just have
to stake out quicker.

"Stake out quicker"?
Yes.

That's not how this works,
thank you.

Well, then what
do you propose?

Apparently,
I will have to--

under protest--
move on to Plan B.

Oh. What is Plan B?

I guess we'll find out.

Are you gonna open my door...
for me?

(sighs)

Okay. Ooh.

I need
something sharp.

No, I don't have anything
like that in there.

Seriously?
You could fix a blimp

with what you carry
in that bag.

Okay, I have this.

And I have this.

I have... Ah.

I have this.

Oh, would you look at that,
something sharp.

Okay, now,
get down low.

Lower. Lower.

Okay.

Just kidding, you don't
actually have to get down low.

Todd!

Okay, listen,
we are gonna fake

our own fake
slip-and-fall,

and I will be the bait
to draw Cory out.

I got it,
you're the worm.

I prefer decoy,
thank you very much.

So, just
go over there,

puncture
a container of milk,

and then I will slip
in the puddle.

Uh, wait, is that
a good idea?
No.

Yes. Go.

Okay.

(sighs)
Today would be better.

Stab it. Stab it!
I'm stabbing it.

I'm stabbing.
Stab it.

MARGARET:
(screams) Oh, it's curdled.

Just get another one.
Any other one, please.
Okay.

Okay.

(screams)
Okay.

All right.
Great. Perfect.

This is a disaster. Um...

Okay, Mom, just grab anything
at this point.
I'll get this.

Honey, it's soy.
Maybe I shouldn't.

Oh, it's soy?
All right, well, then

maybe we should just go home.
Just do it, please.

God, stop yelling at me.

You know what?
Fine.

I'm doing it. Just...
I'm coming.

(screams)
Oh!

(groans) Ow. I'm really...

I'm really injured.

I love your commitment
to the role,

but maybe take it down
just a hair.

What? Just-just get out of here

before Cory sees you.
All right, all right.

Just call me,
let me know what happens.

And less arms,

less face.
Just go.

All right, just do not
saw the air so much

with your hands, Todd.

Bro, wait. What's happening?
Is this today?

I thought...
Yeah, yeah. Uh... They sent me.

So you're saying now is now?

That's exactly what I'm saying,

but I-I think I hit my head
or something.

I-I don't remember
what to do next.

Uh... see the doctor?

Right, right, right.
Dr., um... Kevorkian.

No, dude, Dr. Batten.

(sighs) Good morning,
good morning.

Money troubles?

No, just a timing issue.

Nothing to be
embarrassed about.

You know, you can always buy
yourself a little extra time.

For instance,
on this invoice,

you see it says,
"Due March fourth."

Add a one,
March 14. Presto.

Ten extra days.

And what vendor's gonna argue
something so small

with a valued customer
like yourself?

Yes, thank you, thank you,
thank you. I have it handled.

(clears throat)
Shall we discuss

trial strategy?

Absolutely.

Right out
of the gate,

the key to winning
are three little words:

delay, delay, delay.

Oh, and exactly what sort of
delay did you have in mind?

Throw some useless motions
at Russo,

then add names
to the witness list

that we never intend
to call,

and-- this is
the most important--

pile on the continuances

because the more
of their time we waste,

the less time
they have to prepare.

No. That is not how I operate.

We will stick to winning
by facts and the law.

Oh, Margaret. You know,

you're one of the last people
who still follows the rules.

(scoffs) You hired me
to drive this boat.

Let me do my job.

(scoffs) You know,
you think we're so different.

The only difference is that
you had the good luck

of starting at a white-shoe firm
instead of a strip mall.

(inhales)
No frivolous delays, Belinda.

I am not you.
And, for the record,

I was shining those shoes
before I was wearing them.

(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN:
Belinda Tuttle?

Ugh. No, no, no.

Hi.

Oh, hi.
Are you hiding?

From what?

You're scared of her?

No. I just don't want
to deal with her.

And, in my defense,

she's the worst.
She basically

shamed me into working
on her case,

and I just want
to get away from her.

Ah, so she gave you a job?
What a monster.

Wh-- No. You don't understand.

She has a terrible reputation,

and I am currently starting
a new business. So...

Oh, so her bad reputation
is going to ruin

your good one?

Okay, my reputation
is apparently

not stellar right now,
but I am...

And how is that her fault?

No, it's not-- Look.

I am top-shelf,
and she's just...
ALLISON: What's going on?

He's hiding from some lady.

She's gone, by the way.
(clears throat)
Oh.

And you are?

This is my roommate from hell.

From hell.
Okay, good to know.

Are we getting lunch
with Mom or...?

TODD: Oh.
Ah.

Mom. So, you are guys, like,
brother and sister?

TODD: Got your
lunch right here.

We are going somewhere else.
Wait, what? No, Todd.

This is not lunch. This is,
like, an appetizer for lunch.

Bye.

RUSSO:
Could you please state your name

and relationship
with Ms. Tuttle?

DEBBIE:
Debbie Richards.

And I was
Ms. Tuttle's assistant.

And how long did you work

as Ms. Tuttle's
assistant?

A little over two years,
and then I resigned.

RUSSO:
You quit on the
"Queen of Courts"?

Why?

DEBBIE:
Oh, no. (stammers)

Belinda was wonderful.
I just, I...

I wanted to work
for a more upscale law firm.

RUSSO: In your time
with Ms. Tuttle,

did she ever ask you
to lie for her?

BOTH:
Objection.

(crowd murmuring)

(whispers): I'm sorry.
You go. You go.

Uh, Your Honor, the prosecution
is asking the witness

to testify about prior bad acts,
which is clearly forbidden.

This speaks
to her modus operandi.

The prejudicial effect
outweighs...

I'm going to allow it.

You can answer
the question.

I guess, but just
little lies, like,

whether we had received a motion
or if someone had called.

And did Ms. Tuttle
ever suspect her clients

were exaggerating injuries?
Your Honor.

Overruled.

I will remind you,
you are under oath.

I'm so sorry.

(crying)

Yes. She did.
(crowd murmuring)

RUSSO:
No further questions

at this time.

We have a problem.

The jury
doesn't trust you.

It's worse than that.
They hate me.

This is totally bizarre.
I shouldn't even be here.

My shift starts
in an hour.

And I can see
your butt.

What? Oh.

Ugh!
These are barbecue.

Can you stop?
Just help me figure out

if this guy's a real doctor
or maybe the mastermind.

He wasn't on my original
Nemesiss-eliss-ellist.

I'm sorry, what?

It's not working.

Also, what is
in this for me?

I don't know.

Maybe a roof above your head
and free food?

Mm, no.
I shower first for a week.

What? That is outrageous.

Okay, two weeks. Ah, here we go.
(knock on door)

Hello, good afternoon.

Hi.
What seems to be the problem?

Uh, it's my back.

I-I fell,
and, uh, I was injured,

and-and Cory sent me.

Oh... Cory.

Well, then,
just between the three of us.

How about your ankle?
That hurt, too?

Uh, no, just my back.
Oh. Oh. Uh...

Probably hit your head as well.

Minor concussion. Neck sprain.

You're diagnosing him without
touching him or examining him?

And you can barely
get out of bed.

You may need
spinal surgery.

(scoffs) Is... are you joking?

Is this a prank?
Al.

You know, if we really want
to up the damages,

we should consider
fusing some vertebrate.

Maybe replacing a rib or two.

What? What is this,
the Middle Ages?

Who are you again?

My wife.
His sister.

My sister-wife.
How about you also--
I don't know--

take off the top of his head

and scrape out
all the dead brain cells.

Well, we might be able to make
a case for something like that.

What?

But, usually, Belinda weighs in

on the severity of the injuries.

What? A-A-Are you sure?

You must deal
with a ton of lawyers.

No, just Belinda.

She keeps me pretty busy
with stuff like this.

I would seriously,
honestly love to know

where you went
to medical school.

Okay, uh-uh, Belinda,
she's tall?

Brown-ish,
reddish curly hair?

Big googly eyes?

You know, I've never actually
met her in person,

but I've got her card
here somewhere.

TODD:
Oh.

Ah.

TODD: Hm, yup,
that's the one.

And say, if you want to lose
a pinky toe or two,

she could easily get you
another 60 grand.

Th... This is fantastic.

Are you single? Seriously.

Well, we can't put this
Dr. Batten on the stand

if he genuinely thinks that you

are the lawyer
with whom he's working.

Agreed. The jury already
thinks the worst of me.

I'm best one-on-one.

Better with a beer.
LYLE: What?

You're cute, by the way.

Okay, can we just...
Dr. Batten also

gave me this.

BELINDA:
Well, this looks
like my card,

but this
isn't my number.

Here.

Okay, I'll just record.
MARGARET: Yeah.

(line rings)

WOMAN (over phone):
Hello, this is Belinda Tuttle.

We set up a meeting with the
woman impersonating my client,

but, unfortunately,
she never showed.

And this, uh, Cory Hill?

Oh, well, uh, he must've gotten
wind of our investigation

because he skipped,
uh, his shift,

and-and then he never returned
to his apartment.

But I do have this.

The chain of custody
on this card is highly suspect.

Let me guess,

you're going to need more time
to complete your investigation.

Yes, yes. We're requesting
a two-week continuance.

No.
But, uh, Your Honor,

I need to be able to show you...
ROBERTS: Counselor,

this may be your first case
with Ms. Tuttle,

but it's not mine.

I've presided over 12 of them,
and do you know

how many times
she's asked for continuance

because of dire need? 27.

Well, I assure you
this is not a frivolous...

Mm-mm. I will not
be made a fool again.

No more delays.

This trial will continue
whether or not

your investigation is complete.

Hey, listen,
I-I made some calls.

I got two of
the vendors to extend,

but it does not
look good.

Yeah, I know.

I know.
Thank you, Francey.

Mm-hmm.

What?

Well, also,

I overheard Beverly
on the phone,

and she's concerned

about you taking on
Belinda Tuttle.

Says it feels desperate.
Image, optics, whatever.
Oh...

Let's just wrap this up
quick and move on, huh?

(exhales)
Okay, okay, okay.

(sighs)

Please tell me
you have good news.

Sort of.

We were able to get the
phone records for the number

from the fake
business card.

It's a burner,
but we have the

tower locations
where it was used.

Yeah, we've been trying
to find some link

between the tower locations
and the suspects

on my Neh-Sih-Lih.
No luck so far, but...

Guys, we don't have time.

We need results now

before the reputation
of the firm goes up in flames

and Belinda ends up in prison.

Hey, I warned you
not to take her on.

You think I want to be searching
for a needle in a haystack

right now?
Todd, you want off
the case so badly?

Fine. You're off.

Fine.

Uh...

We'll keep working.

Hi.

I know you
didn't ask for it,

but I did a deep dive
into Belinda's trial history

to see if anything
suspicious jumped out.

I just... (sighs) I didn't
want you to be caught off guard

in court in case
the A.D.A. dug it up first.

Oh.

Thank you, Susan. That's
a tremendous amount of work.

Yeah, yeah, it was.

And, while I didn't find
anything to suggest

that Belinda was involved
in the scams,

I did...

find... this.

It's one of her cases

from three years ago.

Belinda was certain to win,

and then she asked
her client on the stand

about an unrelated
past injury.

But that would expose her
client's entire medical history

to examination.

Exactly,
and he was a fraud.

So, when the jury heard
about his other "falls,"

it was over.

It was an error that
even a law student could avoid.

So, you think Belinda
threw the case?

Nothing else makes sense.

Thank you, Susan.
That's amazing work.

Yeah. No, I know.

Which is why I'm deserving
of senior associate.

Susan. I know.

Do you?
Because I do this extra...
The timing is just not...

When, Margaret?

When will be
the right time?

Susan.

I would like nothing more
than to give you that promotion.

Trust me.
But now is not the time.

(sighs)

(humming)

Hey, you.

Yo, Belinda boy.

Hey, do not call me that.

That woman has been
nothing but trouble,

and I don't want people
to think that I would work

for someone
like her.

All you do
is complain about her.

Well, you have no idea
who she is.

You have no idea
who I am.

Okay, fair, but-- I don't know--

you seem kind of
obsessed with her.

I don't know, in this,
like, really weird way.

I mean, yeah, okay, maybe
she has a crappy reputation,

but she came to you for help,

didn't she?
So, I don't know,

maybe just, like, relax.

(scoffs)
If you look to someone

expecting the worst,
that's all you're gonna see.

WOMAN:
Hi, Judy.

JUDY:
Hi.

Are you asking me
if I'd throw a case?

No, no, no, no.
No, that's obvious.

The only question
is why.

Was it money, was it...
was the insurance company

gonna pay you off
to betray your client?

Because if that is
the reason,

then maybe
you would be open to

faking a
slip-and-fall, too.

We don't get many chances
to decide who we are.

Not really.

Okay.

What happened?

Well, in this case,

my client was despicable.
A liar.

I finally discovered he
was faking everything.

But we were already in trial.

The payout was gonna be huge,

and I'm good at my job.

So why throw a case?

The defendant was a family-owned
restaurant on Burnside,

been around since the '60s,

supporting generation

after generation
of family members.

The owner's wife was battling
cancer, for God's sake.

And they were going to lose...

Everything.

What, for my contingency fee?

No, I was at
a crossroads.

Was I going to protect
these innocent people?

Ruining them
was a line

I could not cross.

Well, that is, um...

admirable, Belinda.

But, unfortunately,
we-we are out of time.

The judge is pressing
for closing arguments,

and your reputation
has poisoned the jury.

We need to pull a rabbit
out of a hat fast.

Oh, God. If only you could just

take the stand and-and-and speak
like you did just now,

I mean, they would believe you
about everything,

but, obviously,
that's off the table.

Put me on the stand.

Wha... Are you serious?

No, no, you will be disbarred
for throwing the case.

Better than serving
six years in prison.

We both know
where this is headed.

No.

No, no, Belinda. We-we will
come up with something.

We have to keep on fighting.

Margaret, I'm gonna do it.

If committing career suicide
means my freedom,

so be it.

What's this?

A map.

Of all the best overnight
parking spots by my condo.

You laminated it.

Yeah, in case you wanted
to keep it handy.

Um, and in case you decided to,

you know,
the farmer's market.

You never
quite answered.

And I was wondering if,
you know...

You know
what, Lyle?

I, um...

...um, I can't.

Oh, if Saturday is better,
I have another one...

No, I can't. I'm sorry.

You know, just taking, um,

our relationship
to the next level is,

um...

I've been burned
by office romances before

and I just...

I'm not ready
to cross that line.

Not yet.

I'm sorry.

Lyle, excuse me.
I need you to help me...

I found
something.

BOTH:
You are off
this case.

Oh, fine. Whatever.
I'm working "bo prono."

But that's not important.
And this is:

Because of Belinda's
terrible reputation,

I was convinced
the mastermind had to be

someone with
a grudge against her.

But I was looking at
the evidence all wrong.

What do
you mean?
Well, instead of adversaries,

I should've been
looking at allies.

Someone with the knowledge
and access to pull this off.

So... (clears throat)

...the burner phone
from the fake business card

pinged right here

at a tower near
Debbie Richards' apartment.

Debbie, Belinda's old assistant?

Yep, and it pinged
here at court...

On the day of her testimony.

LYLE:
It looks like
after leaving

Belinda's firm,

she was on and off
unemployment for months.

Yeah, she also
filed for bankruptcy

two years ago and
then withdrew it.

So, she would've not only
had access to

all of Belinda's agreements,

she would've known
which of her old clients

was open to the scam.

This isn't
about revenge.

It's about
desperation.

So, what if we made her

a little more desperate?

You don't have to do this.

I have Todd working
on a plan right now.

Margaret, I hate
to break the news to you,

but your son's an idiot.

That's not true.

He is not the same person
he was when he worked with you.

It's too late.

Let's-let's just
get it over with.

(sighs)

(phone buzzing)

Oh. Hey, Mom.

Todd, where are we at?

We have a trap
set for Debbie.

Hey, I was going
to tell her.

We have a trap
set for Debbie.

Since we knew that
the settlement payments

for the fake
slip-and-falls

were going to an account
at Western Gateway...

You should really
clean this car.

Oh, he's not wrong, Todd.

Okay. Well,
we sent phony alerts

saying that her funds
were frozen to

her real phone
and the burner.

Excellent. And I've already
spoken to the police.

I will have them
meet you at the bank.

No, no, no, no, no.
It'll be too late.

She'll be gone
before they get here.

And, once she knows
we're after her,

she'll disappear like Cory.
You have to delay her.

Todd, don't fail me.

Hey, I will handle this end.

Your job is to stall that trial.

BAILIFF:
All rise.

Be seated.

ROBERTS:
Ms. Wright,

are you ready
to call your witness?

(clears throat)

Yes, Your Honor, yes.

Oh!

Oh, I am so sorry, Your Honor.

I... Oh!

Oh, no. Sorry. Wait.

Just so sorry...

What are you doing?

Delay. Delay.

Delay.

Oh.

Oh, no, my mother's necklace!

Oh, no!

(Belinda crying):
Oh, God...

Oh...

You carry a name
tag with you?

Octavius?

Of course.
You don't?

Uh, yeah.

It's just in
my other car.

LYLE:
She's here.

(clears throat)

Oh. Just a second, please.

Uh, excuse me, Your Honor,
I've just gotta...

I've, somewhere,
misplaced my reading glasses.

Can't see a thing.
(chuckles)

Just, uh...

Okay. Hmm...

Oh. No. (chuckles)
That's not it.

Okay. No.

Oh, God.

No. (chuckles)

They must be
in here somewhere. (chuckles)

ROBERTS:
Counselor.

Today.

Ah. There it is.

Reading glasses.

Okay. Ahem.

(clears throat)

Okay, Ms. Tuttle,

uh, what is it, exactly,

that you do for a living?

Well, I suppose that depends on

what your definition of
what "is" is?

Oh, yes. I completely

understand
your confusion.

In this context,

it is a verb of

the present tense

"to be."
(pen clatters)

MAN:
Thank you, Ms. Tuttle.
I'm not sure what happened.

If you'll just
wait here a moment,

I'll go find out
who sent you those alerts.

Ms. Belinda Tuttle?

Yes, I'm Belinda Tuttle.

Oh. Fantastic.
Would you say that again?

And smile?

Wait, what is this?

Are you...

Oh...

(gasps)
(patrons exclaim)

Trouble?

Call Tuttle.

Where is... Oh.
(pearl clatters)

ROBERTS:
Counselor,

if you don't speed up
this questioning,

I'm gonna hold you in contempt.

Do you understand?
Uh, yes, Your Honor.

(cell phone buzzes)

Oh.

Oh! Your Honor,

I think you are going to
give us that continuance now.

H.R. form 545,

to be used for
inter-office relationships

whenever you are ready.

I want you
to understand

that I am
all in on you,

and I will do
whatever is necessary

to help you
feel comfortable.

You know what?

Let's go.

Right now.

To your place.

But the farmer's market is

only open on Saturdays.

If we get
there before...

(gasps) Oh.

Oh, okay. Okay.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. That's a plan.
It's a plan.

I-I-I-I am on board. Yes.
Let me, uh,

let me just go grab
some files from Susan.

She just sent me an email.

And she's--
I've just gotta go...

And I'll be right back.
I will be right back.

Right back.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You will be
happy to know

that Debbie is
in custody,

Dr. Batten has been
reported to the board

and that all charges
against you have been dropped.

Oh, Margaret.
Oh...

I can never thank you enough.

But I'd like to think
that you learned

a thing or two
from me along the way.

Oh, I don't know about that.

You're welcome.
(laughs)

Hi.
There he is.

Okay. We're hugging? Okay.
Oh...

Thank you.

I knew you were
the right person to come to

for help. And remember,
if you're ever in trouble...

I know. Call Tuttle.

(chuckles)

Belinda Tuttle.

Is your neck all right?
Your posture's off.

Work stress?
Yeah.

Go see a doctor and call me.

ALLISON:
(gasps) Is this
a butterscotch?

Hey, what are you doing?
You're sitting? Did you forget?

ALLISON:
Yeah, we're getting dinner,
right? You're paying.

Or he's paying. I'm not.
Mm-mm.

We're getting dinner, right?

Allison, I thought you were
getting your roots done today.

Mom, do not.

Well, okay. Okay, okay.

Mom, I cannot
sit in my apartment

for another night,
watching her eat cereal.

You're also eating cereal.

Yeah, all
the more reason.

Todd and Allison,
I would love nothing more

than to take you both to dinner,

but I can't, I'm too busy.

This is the second
fake meal with Mom

this week that you have
dragooned me into.

You are buying me dinner,
and I'm not eating clam chowder.

What? I can't afford
to feed two people

anything but clam chowder.

Just lop off
another pinky toe.

Should be more than enough.

TODD:
Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Hey, Mom?
Hmm?

Maybe all my worrying about
Belinda was for nothing.

I mean, we're still
top-shelf, right?

Top-est of the top.

Yeah, like where you
keep all the good stuff.

(exhales)

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