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Previously... Good evening, Marcus.

Good evening, Mrs. Kingston.

MATTY: The law firm Jacobson Moore hid documents

that could have taken opioids off the market

ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives that could have saved.

Including our daughter's.

That pen is a recording device.

Julian? The partner race. The divorce.

What did I do before you, Madeline Matlock?

How about invasion of privacy?

JULIAN: Can we start fresh?

I just want honesty.

Done.

So, no more looking back?

SENIOR: Talk to me about Slamm'd.

This is the case that's winning me partner.

SENIOR: $40 million!

Hell of a settlement.

EDWIN: Olympia is a suspect.

Are you sure you're feeling okay?

You and Olympia were friends. MATTY: I thought

Olympia was someone she isn't.

And she definitely thinks I'm someone I'm not.

Glad to have clarity.

Oh, we're reaching out to the Redditor.

BITSY: What's a Redditor?

It's a person who posted on the Reddit board

about the hidden Wellbrexa documents.

ReadEmAndWeep31.

I got hives when Barry Manilow was sick.

MATTY: Your fur baby?

BELVIN: Exactly.

MATTY: ReadEmAndWeep31.

But I know who it is.

(phone buzzing)

(phone continues buzzing)

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE: Hello, Emmalyn. (gasps)

Thank you for coming.

I knew that you cared. Where are you?

(normal voice): Where I can see that your shoes are black

(distorted): and your top is green.

I just have a few questions.

Then come out and talk to me.

Did you look through the information I sent you?

We know what the missing documents were:

a marketing study.

I just need you to confirm our timeline.

Not until I know who you are. It's not fair.

Fair?

You want to talk about what's fair?

You knew that Wellbrexa took those documents 14 years ago,

and you didn't come forward, and people died.

I did what I could.

No.

You posted on a Reddit board, and you hid.

Like you're hiding now?

The timeline.

Did you look at it?

I did. And it's wrong.

Wrong? In what way?

(disconnect tone beeps)

(sighs)

Edwin, I'm telling you,

it took every ounce of willpower not to march over there

and just shake that smugness right out of her.

Is she telling the truth or is she bluffing?

I don't know. And I hate that I don't know.

Well, if we're wrong about the window

when the study was stolen,

we could also be wrong about Olympia doing...

Stop. I'm not letting that thought in.

I made the mistake of letting my heart

lead my head once, and that's not happening again.

We need to find out if Belvin is telling the truth.

What are you thinking?

The carrot didn't work, so now it's time for the stick.

Ah.

(elevator bell dings)

OLYMPIA: Wait up, Matty.

Ah, there she is. (laughs)

All decked out for her victory lap.

Just reminding everyone

that we do it backwards and in heels. (laughs)

Ooh, can you make drinks tonight?

I want to take our whole team out to celebrate.

Aw, shucks.

Alfie's got some biology thingamadoodle,

and I'm on cut and glue duty.

Cut and glue duty is important. (laughs)

But we're good, right?

You and me?

These last few weeks with Slamm'd have been... slammed.

(chuckles) And I just want to say

that I clearly couldn't have done it without you.

And when I make partner--

knock on elevator... (chuckles)

...I'll need you by my side.

Well, good, 'cause that's where I'm posting up.

(elevator bell dings, doors open)

(quiet murmuring)

Morning, Kyle.

Have I died and I'm the last to know?

Let's talk.

BILLY: Matty, hi. I need your call

on our respectful disagreement.

Disagreement, yes.

Respectful, less so, 'cause you are wrong.

She's gonna jinx it. You can't jinx a shoo-in.

You can by calling it a shoo-in.

Just wait until after Olympia presents her final presentation

to the partner board to ask for your first case.

SARAH: Okay, you can say that because you already had a case.

Olympia's in a good mood. It's the right time to ask.

I can't believe this.

Elijah just told me that the partner board

is unhappy with my performance.

And there's the jinx. What? Why?

Apparently, there's a sense amongst the corporate clients

that my Slamm'd class action took down one of their own.

Suddenly, I'm not a team player or partner material.

I can't even win when I win.

(phone dings)

Amina's here.

I'll see you guys in the conference room.

Who's Amina?

The old you.

Well, actually the young you. The old young you.

Olympia's law school bestie.

Took two very different paths.

Olympia went corporate,

and Amina joined the public defender's office.

Golden handcuffs versus real handcuffs. Exactly.

(laughing) (sighs)

Olympia, this is Isabel Sanchez. Mm-hmm. Hi.

Isabel, this is

the only person I'm scared of in court.

Oh, okay. You're here because you need something.

Of course I need something.

I made an appointment and everything.

But you are great and resourceful and well-funded.

Which is what Isabel needs.

Got it. What's going on?

I was on a jury 21 years ago,

and we got it wrong.

There's a man sitting in a prison

for a crime he didn't commit.

Amina said maybe you could help him.

AMINA: Eugene Molina was

a doorman charged with murdering

one of the building's tenants, Linda Gallo.

And this was 21 years ago?

Prosecution argued Linda lodged a complaint,

Gene snapped,

used his doorman key to get in

and stabbed her to death in the nine-minute window

he left his desk

to pick up dinner for another tenant.

Must have been some complaint.

It wasn't. That's the thing.

She complained about all the doormen.

It didn't make sense.

Any eyewitnesses?

An unreliable one. Teenager.

Said the man was six feet.

Gene's only five-six.

She picked him out of a lineup, but the NYPD

was still doing single blinds back then.

OLYMPIA: DNA?

None of it matched Gene.

And the police tested everything.

The carpet, magazines,

the socks under the couch,

the spoon on the floor near the body.

Plus the caviar thing.

What's that?

Well, during the original trial,

they show us all these pictures of the crime scene,

and there was this trail of caviar

from the kitchen to the living room.

But the rest of the apartment: spotless.

And Linda was one of those ladies

with a housekeeper who came every single day.

Hmm, she could've made the mess herself before she died.

Autopsy said Linda hadn't eaten in hours.

She still had her jacket on.

She just got home. It doesn't make sense.

Gene was so mad, he went to pick up a tenant's dinner,

ran upstairs, murdered Linda, had some caviar in nine minutes?

That does sound pretty insane.

So, what happened in deliberation?

Everyone else thought he did it.

I brought up the caviar

over and over, but nothing.

But you must have voted guilty.

Or else it would've been a hung jury.

Not at first. I said no.

I tried to talk, but Dale,

the foreman, he told me I was wasting everyone's time.

He said I was just dragging this out

so I can get a free lunch from the government.

Geez. And he kept on screaming at me.

And everyone else agreed with him.

He took away my chair so I had to stand,

and I just--

I caved.

And Gene was found guilty.

And I have regretted it

every day since.

Then why did you wait so long

to come forward?

Sorry.

I'm just trying to understand.

I just thought eventually it would right itself,

that one of his appeals would work.

When the last one was denied, I called the D.A.

Amina was the only one who would help me.

But I can't. I mean, not really.

We have no resources at my office.

Can we have a moment? In private?

(softly): It's okay.

AMINA: Oh, no,

that's the look you gave Mills

when he gave you a B-plus in Torts.

I don't even know what the case is about.

I was hoping you'd have one of those Hail Mary epiphanies.

Like the night you figured out the meaning of life.

Okay, there were other substances involved. Mm-hmm.

And I believe my answer was "Gouda and Cristal."

Have yet to hear a better one. (chuckles)

Come on, after Slamm'd,

you got to have some capital around here.

Spend it developing novel legal arguments

for someone who needs you.

Oh, what the hell? That mean you're in?

That means I'll talk to Gene, then I'll decide. Mm.

But in return,

there is something I need from you.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

A juror thinks I didn't do it?

She does.

She thought your case would resolve on appeal,

and when it didn't, she found us.

So we wanted to hear from you.

Can you walk us through the night of Linda's murder?

It's all in the transcripts.

Right.

But is there anything you want to add,

anything you think they missed

or you didn't get to say?

I said everything.

I read that

you left your post to go across the street

to pick up food for a tenant, correct?

Life before DoorDash, huh?

What's DoorDash?

Sorry. Right.

Look, Gene, if you don't want our help...

It's been 21 years.

I have a routine.

I work in the library.

It's a hard job to get, but get to read a lot.

Law mostly.

So what are you saying?

You're afraid to hope?

That's right, Gene?

(sighs)

All those years, during the appeals,

I'd think, finally this nightmare would be over.

Made myself sick.

Had to just move on.

Understood.

You don't have to hope.

In fact, you shouldn't.

Just answer our questions.

And if there's hope, we'll carry it for you.

Why did Linda

file a complaint about you?

I forgot to bring up her dry cleaning.

She filed about two a month. That's who she was.

I felt bad for her.

All that money, but she was lonely.

So she complained.

I apologized after her dinner party.

When she left for the Hamptons the next morning, we were fine.

And that was the last time you saw her alive?

Exactly.

On Saturday, I went out to get dinner for 3A.

Didn't know Linda was home, but she came back to the city early,

and the next thing I know, she's dead.

And I'm being charged.

OLYMPIA: He didn't do it.

No way, no how, no chance.

So we're taking the case?

We are,

and since all of Gene's appeals have been exhausted,

we are going to have to use a pretty brilliant workaround.

Cool. What's the workaround?

I have no idea.

How are we even supposed to get in front of a judge

if Gene's exhausted his appeals? Isabel's on the phone.

I'll call her right back as soon as we have a plan.

BILLY: I can't imagine what it's been like,

carrying that guilt all these years.

Probably not as bad as it's been for Gene

sitting in a prison cell for 21 years.

Ooh, cold and callous is usually my thing,

but I like this on you.

I'm just saying, Isabel got to decorate Christmas trees,

blow out birthday candles,

and go to the grocery store.

She had a life.

A life haunted by an extremely traumatic

experience in a jury room

that no one should ever have gone through. That's it.

Isabel was belittled, berated,

and battered into silence.

That foreman Dale was intentionally bullying her

into voting guilty.

Intentional infliction of emotional distress.

Yup. An IIED is our door into Gene's case.

We go through Isabel's trauma.

Mailroom just dropped this.

(whimpers)

(gasps)

CROSS: This is insanity.

First off, the statute of limitations has long passed.

Incorrect. It resets on appeal.

And Eugene Molina's last one was rejected

three months ago. Fascinating.

Unfortunately, you can't sue a juror.

Juror immunity is a fundamental principle in our legal system.

Oh, so you can steal from a fellow juror?

Murder a fellow juror? I didn't murder...

Shh! Don't be ridiculous.

Verbal and emotional harassment is not your right

as a jury foreman.

Things can get heated

in the deliberation room.

Agreed, but we're not talking about heated.

We're talking tortious intentional infliction

of emotional distress,

which prevented my client

from doing her constitutionally mandated duty.

She couldn't vote her conscience.

Your client was keeping everyone away from their families

over a few clumps of caviar.

No, she was carefully examining the evidence

because she took her job seriously.

And my client took his job as foreman very seriously.

Oh, please.

Mr. Foster truly believed

the defendant was guilty, as did ten other jurors.

If anything,

he's the one being harassed here.

My client should be suing Mrs. Sanchez

for IIED.

OLYMPIA: Your Honor. (sighs)

Counselor Cross is absolutely right.

But the real question is,

who was acting extreme and outrageously?

Her client or mine?

And the only way to determine that

is to decide if it was reasonable

to doubt Gene's guilt.

What are you proposing, Counselor?

Order us to look into Eugene Molina's case.

If Gene was obviously guilty,

then Mr. Foster was reasonable in his actions as foreman,

but if we find cause for doubt,

then my client was reasonable,

and Dale's actions rise to the level of IIED.

A legal ouroboros.

I'm interested.

I'll give you 48 hours to untangle it.

Otherwise, I'm granting summary judgment for Mr. Foster.

BILLY: Okay,

we have two days to prove a man's innocence

when one trial, six appeals,

and three different lawyers couldn't.

All the previous appeals

were based on procedural grounds,

so we have to focus on proving Gene's innocence,

and the most obvious place to start

is with the eyewitness. She was 16. (sighs)

Let's just hope that she's had a nagging doubt

over the last 21 years.

We'll get her in for an interview. OLYMPIA: Great.

D.A. had two other tenants from the building on the stand.

Matty, can you call them in?

I could, but I actually think

we should call in the tenant they didn't have testify.

The appellate attorney's notes said

the detective put little stars

next to three tenants in the building.

Two they called in and tenant 6C.

Why star it unless they said something important?

And why leave one off

unless it didn't serve their case?

Exactly. Do we know who tenant 6C is?

The rental records show that a corporation

held the lease at the time.

According to the secretary of state, the...

the corporation's now defunct.

(sighs)

I could ask Gene,

see if he remembers. OLYMPIA: Great.

Uh, Amina sent this for you. She said

it's about the Johnson case. The Johnson case?

I don't remember that one.

I'm good. Thank you.

Go and prep for the eyewitness interview.

SARAH: Olympia's lying.

I keep an Excel file of everything current,

closed, and pending, and there is no such thing

as the Johnson case.

So what's your theory? Because I know you have one.

Her big play to clinch the partner position backfired,

and now, all of a sudden, she's taking on

a Innocence-type Project case

and huddling with her bestie from law school who works

for the P.D.'s office.

So you think she wants to move over there?

Admit it's not out of the question.

(sighs)

It's not out of the question.

Oh, no, you were supposed to say it is out of the question,

and that means I'm right,

which means this is an emergency.

No, an emergency is the fact that we have 43 hours left

to get a man out of prison.

The tenant in 6C?

If you could just try to remember.

You know it probably won't lead anywhere.

6C was Cheryl... Clauson, I think.

Not sure of the spelling.

Got it. (sighs)

It probably won't change anything anyway.

No reason to hope.

Okay. Bye.

(line ringing)

(phone buzzing)

(line beeps)

(phone buzzes)

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE: You won't believe this.

Matty? Is that you? You still got that voice thing on.

(normal voice): Belvin did not pick up.

(distorted): We're gonna have to escalate.

(disconnect tone beeps) Matty?

(dog barks, growls)

(gasps) Matty, oh, thank God.

Oh, my.

Is this who I think it is?

Yes, it's Barry Manilow.

(chuckles) Oh.

Cute as a bug's ear.

(sniffles) Emmalyn, are you okay?

You seem upset.

I am because I have to get...

a dental procedure done. Uh...

O-Ow!

Oh, no.

So, I will be going under anesthesia

and unavailable if Barry needs me.

I know

what great care you took of your Cookie.

Are you asking me

to take care of Barry Manilow for you?

There are so few people I trust

to give him his eye drops correctly.

Emmalyn, it would be my honor.

Just hand that little guy over to me.

Oh...

Oh.

(chuckling)

(whimpers)

Mrs. Belvin says, "Barry Manilow is safe now,

so you no longer have the upper hand."

(laughs)

All right, easy, Cruella.

It's just too perfect.

She just handed me her dog. (laughing)

Keep reading. What else did Belvin say? All right.

She said, "Tomorrow you'll go to Dublin's at 2:00.

Order a stout and wear a red hat."

(laughs)

Sorry, but I know my next step.

We'll keep Barry here, and I'll tell her that

Alfie's staying home from school to watch him.

Oh. Uh, Madeline, I'm not a dog person.

Edwin, you were a college professor.

You can take care of a dog. (phone buzzes)

Your case? Yeah.

Our eyewitness is standing by her story.

I don't understand these women.

Our client, Belvin... (stammers)

They see an injustice and then they wait. Mm.

We're gonna follow through.

Aren't we, Barry? Yes, we are.

And we're gonna sic 'em.

(both laugh)

You're babysitting Mrs. B's dog?

The point is, Barry had to get up and tinkle

at the crack of dawn,

and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I combed through

social media posts, dating profiles,

and voilà.

The address and phone number of Cheryl Clauson, 6C.

Wow, I'm impressed.

I actually taught Matty everything she knows

about how to research like a professional stalker.

Which is why

you are the perfect person to find out

if Olympia's leaving the firm.

Olympia's doing what now?

We don't know for sure that that's happening...

I have proof.

I may have done a thing. What thing?

I just asked Annie if I could look through something

in Olympia's client compensation.

What? It's not my fault

that she gave me access

to all of Olympia's billables since she started 15 years ago.

You were able to look back that far?

I will not confirm or deny, but I will say...

there is no Johnson case.

I think that Olympia and Amina are actually working together

to get Olympia a job at the public defender's office.

Matty, this is our future, too.

If she's leaving, I have, like,

three people I need to suck up to.

Way more.

Will you please ask her?

Okay, next time I see her.

Thank you.

Also, Olympia would like to see you in her office, by the way.

I told her you'd be there in five.

Ugh.

What's up, boss?

Just in need of a good, old-fashioned

brainstorming session because so far

we've found exactly nothing new.

Hoping Cheryl Clauson leads somewhere. Same.

(scoffs) I can't believe that eyewitness won't recant.

She was off by six inches.

She's told herself the same story for the last 21 years.

Hard to admit you could have been wrong

about something so big.

So true.

Can I come clean?

The kids think the Johnson case is some kind of a code name

and that you're conspiring

with Amina to blow this popsicle stand.

I've been thinking about it.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Well, I didn't see that coming.

I'm always rowing upstream.

And it would be better for my family not to work with Julian.

Honestly,

the only thing I'd really miss is you.

It's wild to me, Matty, how far

we've come.

You remember when you left your dinner here...

Oh. ...and I had to bring that fettuccine Alfredo

all the way to your apartment in Queens?

We barely knew each other, and you invited me in.

MATTY: An invitation you declined.

Couldn't get out of there fast enough. (laughs)

Never thought you'd end up becoming

the person I would go to for everything. My cases.

You were a big part of me winning Slamm'd.

I'd like to submit into evidence

Violet's medical records.

OLYMPIA: Even if you did almost mess it up.

But you came through.

And with

my marriage,

you protected me when it got messy.

That pen is a recording device.

Julian? The partner race. The divorce.

You turned out to be the complete opposite

of what I thought.

And not just because I now know you get high.

(laughs)

Hey, Matty.

Want some ice cream?

Why would I want ice cream?

Because you look a little stoned, Matty.

(both laugh)

Sounds like you're saying goodbye.

No.

I'm still thinking about it.

Hmm. I'm just

in a sentimental mood, I guess.

(sighs) Let's keep this between us for now.

Okay?

Always.

(phone buzzes)

Matty said that Olympia avoided the question.

What now? ANNIE: Uh, your 10:00.

Hi. Cheryl Clauson, 6C.

Hi, Cheryl. Thank you so much for coming.

Oh, excuse the get-up.

I came straight from spin class.

Hey, do you guys ever take on

any pro bono work? My trainer

could really use a lawyer.

Uh, not really. Except sometimes. Here's a card.

Thanks. Uh, but first, Linda Gallo.

Do you remember her?

Of course. Used to live next door.

She had the penthouse, and I rented the studio

that she was pissed she didn't own.

Hmm. And then,

all of a sudden, she was gone.

According to our notes, cops took your statement

but didn't call you to the stand. Do you know why?

They didn't say it, but come on.

They weren't interested in hearing

what an emotional woman had to say

about an argument she heard through the walls.

You heard an argument? With Gene?

N-No, with her grandson Roger.

The day before she died.

No, there is nothing in here

about a grandson. (scoffs)

What do you mean? He isn't even in the notes?

Classic confirmation bias.

They have a suspect in sight and then

ignore everything that doesn't fit their narrative.

What did she fight about with her grandson?

The usual. Linda thought he was a deadbeat.

And he was always on her about his inheritance.

SARAH: He was basically a vulture on the wall,

waiting for Linda to die.

And we looked at the probate for her estate.

Worth eight figures.

Sounds like motive to me. It gets better.

Roger's six feet tall, and the cops never checked

if he had an alibi the night Linda was murdered.

Go talk to him. Take Matty.

If he didn't have an alibi,

he's definitely not gonna offer it up.

Got it. We'll have her do one of her Matty tricks.

By which I mean, talk to people nicely.

Your home reminds me of my Aunt Bertie's.

She had a living room that was filled with fineries.

We thought she was rich, and then when she died,

boy, oh, boy, did we learn the difference

between antiques and old junk.

Clearly, not the case here. (laughs)

Well, sometimes it's hard to tell what's of value.

So, you said there was news in my grandmother's case?

Yes. MATTY: Oh.

May I have a sandwich?

ROGER: That's why they're here.

I know, but you're the host.

You have to go first.

It's the law of the South.

So, we're here because a juror

in your grandmother's case thinks she made a mistake.

MATTY: Wait.

Didn't we see one of these in the evidence photos?

Was it Delaware?

Yes. I replaced and remounted the display

like Grandma Lin had it.

So, Grandma Lin didn't use the spoons?

You don't eat

on antiquities.

Maybe on old junk.

(laughs)

But then again, one was found near your grandmother's body.

The display case was broken.

Gene must have done that.

So he killed her in a fit of rage

and then ate caviar with one of her prized spoons?

I'm not sure what you're getting at.

Did you and she ever argue?

Because one of your neighbors heard you and your grandma get

into an argument the day before she died.

Are you implying

that I was involved in my grandmother's death?

Oh, we're just dotting our I's

and crossing our decorative spoons.

I loved my grandmother. The week she died,

I threw her a 70th birthday party.

It is the only thing that has given me peace

all these years. That and the sizable estate you inherited.

Get out before I call the police.

Now! Ladies.

BILLY: The cops only scraped the spoon

for blood, not saliva. We need the saliva tested.

Alongside this sample of Roger's saliva.

Wow. That's a slick move.

Matty's idea. Law of the South.

Wh-Where is she?

Dealing with Belvin's dog.

Honestly, that woman's a saint.

Hey there. Wanted to see how you were feeling

and give you a little update on Barry Manilow.

Just recovering from my procedure.

Is he okay?

Oh, he's better than okay.

He's such a sweetheart.

And Alfie said he really loves Adam.

Adam? MATTY: Yeah.

Your friend Adam, who came to get Barry.

My friend Adam...

has Barry?

Yeah.

He passed along the message

that you were trying to get a hold of me.

And, you know, at first, I was a little mad at Alfie

for just handing over Barry Manilow, but Alfie said

Adam knew all about Barry's eye drops and everything.

(Belvin laughs incredulously)

Wait. Did I do something wrong?

Uh, no.

So... (laughs)

...my friend Adam has Barry now?

Sure does.

Thank you. Um, I need to call you back.

My dentist is calling. Bye.

(sighs)

(phone buzzing)

So now

(distorted): you're ready to talk?

First, I need proof that my dog is okay.

(quietly): My God.

Hello. Hello.

(growls, barks) Come here. Come here. Come here.

(distorted barking) Oh, my God, that's his cadence.

(distorted): He's fine and he's happy.

And you'll have him back just as soon as you tell me

why my timeline is wrong.

There was a fire drill in the building that day.

That's when the document went missing.

(distorted voice): A fire drill?

Yes. At 11:30.

And during a fire drill, the doors get unlocked,

which means no key card required.

How do you know the documents

from Wellbrexa weren't taken before?

Because I was in charge

of scanning the discovery back then.

That's when the alarm went off.

When I came back, one of the folders was suddenly empty.

How did you narrow it down to three suspects?

No! (barks)

You said if I told you the timeline,

I'd get Barry back.

This is the last question.

So, what did she say?

That of the team of people

working on the Wellbrexa case,

Julian, Olympia and Senior

were the only ones who didn't sign in to the fire drill.

Now, we know Senior was in Australia.

So now we're back to 50-50.

It's either Olympia or Julian.

We need to figure out where they were.

And I know where to look first.

So, what's the plan? What are you looking for?

Well, we have Olympia's laptop,

which means we have access to her billables.

(Barry Manilow barking) ALFIE: Please, Grammy, can we keep him?

Definitely not.

Whoa.

Olympia charged a client from 9:50 to 12:45 p.m.

on our date for a court appearance.

Well, how do you know it was for a court appearance?

The billing code.

So it wasn't Olympia?

She didn't take the Wellbrexa study?

Well, billables can be faked.

Look what we've done. Oh.

We need absolute proof that Olympia was in court.

And we're gonna get it.

ALFIE: Uh-oh! Barry Manilow peed.

Ugh.

Relax. Edwin, he's just an animal.

Tomorrow you'll return him.

I'm coming.

The last time

a woman showed up in my office this often unannounced,

I had to get a restraining order.

(chuckles) Did you get my email? I did.

Did you read the case file? I did not.

Come on. An innocent man could be sitting behind bars.

You mean a man that was convicted

by a jury of 12 of his peers?

Technically, only 11.

One juror, my client, is convinced he's innocent.

Right, I heard. Uh, bullied into a "yes."

Seems improbable, huh?

Then again, maybe you've had the privilege of never being made

to feel that your opinion was not valid.

I have.

I bet your mom has, too.

Even if I wanted to help you, I couldn't.

A lot of my superiors were here when that case came through.

Thanks for stopping by, Counselor.

Who do you want to be, Park?

Like, for Halloween?

Like, for life.

This is one of those moments

where you stick your neck out for someone because...

because it's just the right thing to do.

And I know you care about what's right.

When you were in college,

you exposed campus security's racial profiling.

You ran housing clinics

for the homeless in law school.

You put bad guys away for a living.

And, yeah, the risk is really high,

but think of the reward.

I actually wish I could help you.

I'm sorry.

Uh, did someone send over that deal memo for Optireon?

Because I need it.

Hey. You need something?

I can just come back later.

No, no. It's fine.

Um...

give me 15.

Thank you, guys. Thank you.

What's up?

(sighs heavily) (chuckles)

I, um...

(breathes deeply)

Do you need a hug?

Aw.

(breathes deeply)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have a collect call from...

GENE: Eugene Molina.

...an inmate at the Auburn Correctional Facility.

MATTY: Gene, is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah. Uh, just checking in because the deadline's

creeping up, so, uh...

It's not looking good.

I'm sorry.

I wish I had better news.

Okay.

That's what I thought.

Just making sure.

(phone hangs up)

(sighs)

Olympia will be here any minute.

I know what you think.

That I waited too long.

But you don't know what it was like in that room.

Over and over, I tried to talk,

but the foreman Mr. Foster kept shutting me down.

That's terrible.

But if you knew you were right...

I didn't.

I thought I was right,

but I was the only one, and I was also taught

to respect authority.

Men specifically.

When I came to this country, it became white men.

They were always in charge.

Could get you in trouble if you did anything wrong.

Like, imagine that girl

going up against the top guy here.

That's how it felt.

I understand.

I'm sorry I didn't before.

Oh. I'm just checking in.

How are you feeling after your dental procedure?

Great.

It was way less invasive

than I expected. Good.

I know it was scary to get that dental work done.

I'm so glad it's behind you.

Me, too.

What are you doing here?

What can I say? You got to me.

I sent the spoon in for testing.

Did you clear it with the D.A.?

I did not, which means I could lose my job.

Tell me it was worth it.

Did the saliva match Roger's? No, it did not.

(sighs) That said, what we found

is way better for your case.

OLYMPIA: For the record, how did you

come to know about this case?

A relentless and rather irritating lawyer

brought it to my attention.

So you did not want to get involved?

No, I did not.

So why are you here?

Because you subpoenaed me.

And also because justice is supposed to be blind.

So I took a good look at the Molina case

and decided to have the spoon tested

for a saliva profile.

And did it match who I thought it would match-- Roger? It did not.

OLYMPIA: What did you do next?

I ran it through the federal DNA database.

And who did it match?

John Quinmar Jr.

A three-time convicted felon

who died in prison six years ago

while serving a sentence for burglary.

Apparently, his M.O. was to case homes

while he worked as a catering waiter,

then go back later and burglarize them.

And were you able to find out if John Quinmar Jr.

ever catered an event at Linda Gallo's home?

♪

Yes.

He did.

For Ms. Gallo's 70th birthday party,

the night before her murder.

As a result, my office has been working

all morning to get Eugene Molina released.

You should have believed me.

(phone buzzing)

JUDGE: Ladies and gentlemen, in light of the evidence presented,

I'm entering summary judgment on behalf of Isabel Sanchez.

Thank you.

(crying)

It wasn't Olympia, Matty.

You were right.

The transcript is public record.

They emailed it over.

She was in court?

She was in court

during the fire drill.

Olympia didn't take the Wellbrexa study.

Oh, Edwin, thank you.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

(sniffles)

Okay, fine. Worth losing my job.

Oh, you're not losing it. You're about to become

the most valuable guy in the D.A.'s office.

Eugene Molina would not be free today

without A.D.A. Andrew Park,

who went back through his own office's work

to right a wrong.

It has been one of the greatest privileges

of my career to partner with a D.A.'s office

who cares so much about truth and integrity.

See?

That is the speech of a woman who is leaving.

OLYMPIA: Uh-oh.

Did I bomb? You're leaving, aren't you?

To go to the public defender's office?

And your first case is the Johnson case, right?

I considered leaving.

But then I realized I need my resources here.

Meaning my team.

I did that press conference

so A.D.A. Park would have a public profile,

but also, just let the board try

to tell me I'm not partner material

now that I am the top story on New York 1.

Is it bad that this hits harder for me than the verdict?

Yes. Glad you're sticking around, boss.

Oh, I'm like a barnacle. They're gonna have to

scrape me off with one of poor Linda's spoons.

You're incredible.

Oh. Okay. (laughing)

EDWIN (over phone): How happy are you that it's not Olympia?

So happy, Edwin. Just so happy.

Get home safe.

Okay. Love you.

Heading home?

Olympia. My goodness.

You could give an old lady a heart attack.

Did you need me to go back to work?

Is it the Johnson case?

You are the Johnson case.

That pen is a recording device.

Julian? The partner race. The divorce.

I just want honesty.

Done.

So, no more looking back.

Did you spy on me?

Because there was this pen in my office-- a recording device.

O-Olympia, I swear on our children that was not me.

Then who put it there?

MATTY (echoing): Julian...

OLYMPIA: And I had to bring that fettuccine Alfredo

all the way to your apartment in Queens.

Hey, Matty.

Want some ice cream?

Why would I want ice cream?

Rhonda, can I ask you a quick question?

Could I see the CCTV footage from outside the courthouse?

But in return, there is something I need from you.

(sighs) Come here.

I need you to trace

this car's license plate.

So, who the hell are you, Madeline Matlock?

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