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Previously on Matlock. The law firm Jacobson Moore hid documents that could

taken opioids off the market 10 years earlier.

Think of how many lives that could have saved, including our daughters.

It wasn't Olympia, Maddie. It must have been Julian. She didn't take the study.

It's wild to me, Maddie, how far we've come.

Heading home?

Olympia? My goodness, you could give an old lady a heart attack.

Is it the Johnson case?

You are the Johnson case.

And I had to bring that fettuccine operator all the way to your apartment

Queens.

Could I see the CCTV footage from outside the courthouse?

I need you to trace this car's license, please.

So, who the hell are you, Madeline Matlock?

I'm going to ask you one more time.

Who the hell are you?

Olympia. I don't know. I know there's a town car waiting around the corner

registered to an address in Westchester.

Do you live there?

I would think very carefully before lying to my face again.

I do, yes.

Text the driver. Tell him you have a new case and you're going back to the

office.

Send it.

Olympia, I can explain this whole thing.

It has to do with my daughter. Stop.

I don't even know if you had a daughter.

I assure you, I did.

Get in.

Did Olympia text us a new assignment?

Just something personal.

No. You only bang on the keys like a rage -fueled jackhammer when it's work.

Okay, fine.

It is work -related -ish.

And I'll tell you if you promise not to clutch your pearls. I left them at home.

What did you do?

Nothing. I just took a tiny little case.

A case? It's so not a big deal. Remember Cheryl from Jean's Case?

Her trainer, Dino.

That's my client. Anyway, Dino just needed a strongly worded cease and

scare off his business partner.

We're not allowed to take cases without Olympia signing off. And she definitely

wouldn't sign off on this. Stop it. It's just a letter. And Olympia always says,

ask forgiveness, not permission.

And that is what I'm doing. Just getting myself some experience.

While also conveniently taking my mind off the fact that Kira is out with

another hang.

So that's happening to me?

Yeah. And while I'd love to issue her a cease and desist and put an end to this

open relationship madness, I said I would try it. So let me just focus on

okay?

Okay. Don't you have a dinner date with Satan?

I mean, Simone?

Yes. Wait, hi.

There's a woman here who's a client with an emergency, but she won't give me her

name. She only wants to speak to Olympia, and I can't reach Olympia.

And while I don't like to assume things about people, I'm pretty sure she's

like...

I'll try to reach Olivia.

Olympia, if you just listen. No. You are clearly a master manipulator, a

pathological liar, and by my best guesstimation, a world -class con woman.

don't trust anything that comes out of your mouth. Give me your bags and write

down the passcode to your phone.

Now.

Hands on the table.

Is that really necessary?

A burner phone?

Sit down.

Sorry, Alfie, darling.

Pulled back to work. Don't stay out past... Ten.

Write

down

every single lie you've told me and why.

I'm your judge.

I'm your jury.

I'll read it.

And then I'll decide what happens next.

Oh, finally.

We've been trying to reach you. There's a woman here, but she won't talk to

anyone but you.

Miss... Amy.

Amy. Do we know each other? No, but you're my lawyer.

Or, I mean, the firm is my husband's family lawyers. Oh.

The Buckleys?

Yeah, that's the usual reaction. A managing partner handles your family's

litigation himself?

Yeah, senior.

He's the one that did my prenup when I married Grant two years ago.

Jacobs and Moore handle both sides?

Yes. But they're all in the pockets of the Buckleys, okay? And then I saw you

the news. I saw you get that innocent man out of jail.

And I thought that maybe you would help me.

Help you how?

Grant has a work trip, and he got my doctor to move out my C -section to

tomorrow, to 9 a .m. And I just, I need a divorce by that.

Please. He's angry.

He's controlling.

And when he finds out that this baby isn't his, I don't know what he's going

do.

I just got the prenatal paternity test back.

Grant lets me visit my mom in Ohio twice a year. Lets you?

Oh, yeah, he controls everything.

Even my OB loops him in, so I got the testing done in Akron, and I said to

myself, you know, if it's Grant's baby, then fine. This is my destiny, but if

it's not, then I have to get away.

To be with the baby's father?

Oh, no, it's not about him. He's some guy I knew from high school.

I think it was a one -off thing.

But Grant will fight for custody just to spite me. That's why I need a divorce

tonight. Amy, family law isn't my specialty, but I do know that divorces

time. We'd have to serve Grant papers and then put a reasonable clock on them.

And unfortunately, before sunrise isn't legally reasonable.

No, please, you have to do something. I only have three more hours before he

realizes that I'm gone.

How long has it been like this?

Two years.

Look, you have to understand, I was 23 when I met him. He was 38.

He was successful and accomplished and charming.

But everything changed once we got married.

Suddenly I couldn't see friends without him. Even though he knew I wasn't

religious, every Sunday he would pressure me to go to church. And if I

hesitated, he would say, well, what is it that you're feeling guilty about? And

then he wanted to have kids right away, even though we had agreed to wait.

I'm pretty sure he sabotaged my birth control.

He tracks what I eat, what I drink.

He's booked a baptism for our daughter.

It's a girl, and he did it without me knowing. If I do anything wrong, if I

disagree with him, he berates me.

Okay, we can't get a divorce tonight, but maybe we can get a temporary

restraining order in night court.

At least keep Grant away from the hospital so that he does not sign the

certificate. Then he'll have less claim on your daughter when we do start

divorce proceedings.

And he won't find out? Not until after the restraining order is issued.

Now, I need you to go through all of your e -mails, texts, voicemails.

Anything even remotely threatening, give them to Sarah and Billy so they can

prepare them to enter into evidence, okay?

All right.

Olympia, do you think maybe we should call in Maddie so that it's all hands on

deck? No.

Maddie is exhausted and she requested the night off. You two can handle this.

I'm calling it as a hearing in night court.

Hey, you. Hey.

So... I thought I'd be working a little late, but now it's looking like late,

late. And Rosie can only stay until nine.

No problem. I'll just take my work home, fall asleep reading to the twins, wake

up at 4 a .m. in my clothes, panic.

I got you. No problem.

Thanks.

You know I don't take it for granted.

Not even for a second.

What a great co -parent you are.

Oh.

Oh, hi, darling.

Listen, I don't want to leave too many messages, but call me, okay?

Alfie, got your text.

I just want to know what time you're coming home.

You won't be able to verify everything.

I paid a company to wipe my history off the Internet.

Exactly what a con man would say. I'm not a con man.

Then what happened to your accent?

You can call my old law firm in San Francisco.

And talk to someone you've planted?

There is one thing you can verify.

I couldn't bring myself to erase my daughter's... Stop talking about your

daughter.

It's hard to separate truth from fiction entirely, because most of what you know

about me is based in truth.

But it's also a lie.

But it's also a lie.

You've met my grandson, Alfie, and it's true that his mother died. But not in a

car accident.

Ellie died of a drug overdose. My husband and I... My husband and I?

Your husband is alive, apparently, and I'm pretty sure he saved under building

super in your phone. He's nervous because I haven't checked in.

Call him right now. Put it on speaker and convince him that you're fine.

Hey, I was really getting worried. I'm sorry.

Olympia needs me to stay late tonight.

Of course you don't want to say no to her, now that you know she didn't do it.

True.

That's okay, Maddie. I know how much she means to you.

She does mean a great deal to me.

Well, you were right to trust her.

I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time about it. It's okay.

I got to get back to work. Get selfie for me. Bye.

See?

Our friendship? What didn't I do?

Fourteen years ago, a Reddit post claimed that someone at Jacobson Moore

documents that could have taken opioids off the market earlier and saved

hundreds of thousands of lives.

What? Two years ago, my grandson saw that post.

Well, obviously it's not true.

I investigated.

It is very much true. I know what the document is and when it was stolen and

did it.

Okay, who?

Your ex -husband, Julian.

You're out of your damn mind. I'm not. April 6th, 2010, a fire drill. That's

when the document was stolen.

And what was this document?

A study about warning labels on opioids.

And Julian took the study. Right.

Like you put that spy pin in my office?

You did that, didn't you?

Well, I put it in Julian's office, and then... You made me think that the

of my kids was spying on me.

Do you have any idea what that did to me?

I was paranoid that there were listening devices everywhere. I couldn't sleep. I

tore apart my home. I lost it when Julian and I was thrown into jail. You

that.

And then you had the nerve to console me and act like my friend?

Because I was that too. Stop it. Just stop, Maddie.

Look, maybe Julian acted alone or on behalf of Senior, but I know he did it.

And I think he used the payout as a down payment on your brownstone.

What?

Is that why you told me to go after his money?

Look at your bank statements.

There were three people on the well -Brexit team that didn't check in after

fire drill. Senior was in Australia, you were in court, and Julian... How the

hell do you know where I was 14 years ago?

Because I have your laptop.

That coffee spill.

It was on purpose.

I needed... That laptop had a voicemail from my dead father.

I know.

And I'll return it.

But the Redditor said it was you or Julian.

I just wanted to say goodnight to the kids. Did I catch them? Oh, just went

down. How's your night going?

A slog.

I'm doing night court at ten.

No problem. I'll just crash in the guest room. What you working on?

It's a top secret.

Oh, come on. You can trust me.

I'll tell you after I win.

Thanks again.

Your Honor, as you can see, Mr. Buckley has made repeated threats and leveled

near daily verbal abuse on my client, creating a marriage of control,

and fear.

Well, he certainly is controlling, but for it to reach legal threshold required

to issue a restraining order.

Mrs. Buckley, has Grant Buckley ever physically assaulted you?

No, but he says things like, if you leave, I'll kill you, and then he says

joking. I don't joke like that, do you?

Your Honor, if there's even a chance that my client and her child are in

isn't it within our duty of care to act?

Well, as much as I agree with you in theory, there are precise rules

restraining order. And while I absolutely believe that this

threatening, my task is to assess if the circumstances meet the qualifications

set by the state of New York.

And since Mr. Buckley has no record of violence, no history of abuse, the court

does not have evidence to meet those qualifications tonight.

Your Honor, this isn't right. I understand you feel that way, Counselor.

However, the law exists to take feelings and emotions out of the equation.

It's okay. He still doesn't know where you are. We have time to figure out our

next move.

Change of plans. I'm calling the cops.

Olivia.

No? Yes. I have a case to focus on, and I can't be objective. That's what the

law is for.

What exactly do you plan on telling the police?

That you were here under false pretenses.

I'm not.

I legally changed my name from Madeline Kingston to Madeline Matlock.

Huge fan of the TV show.

And I took the New York bar.

Well, it's illegal to record someone without their knowledge. And it's

to confine someone to a room without their consent.

False imprisonment, I think it's called.

Then we'll be in side -by -side sales.

I've been there before.

If you call the police, my husband will send every bit of our research to the

New York Times.

The name Julian Markston will be as notorious as Bernie Madoff or the

Think about what that'll mean for your children.

At least now you're being honest about your contempt for me. I have no contempt

for you.

But I will do what's right by my child.

At the expense of my children?

The truth is coming out one way or another.

But if you help me get the last piece of financial information that I need, I

will make it clear to the Times that you were not his accomplice, that you were

part of the solution, that you're a hero.

Think about that when you think about your children.

Julian did what he did.

You have a choice.

Hey, Sarah, what's happening?

Amy's husband just got here.

What? Yeah, he's at reception.

Come on, open it. I do.

Hello?

Hello?

I know my wife is in there. Hello?

Hey there.

Everything okay?

You took Amy to get a restraining order. The night before we have our kid.

Unfortunately, I can't comment on privilege. Tell me where my wife is.

You seem really upset. You're damn right I'm upset. We're having a baby

tomorrow. She's delaying her C -section. Enough!

Where the hell is my wife?

Are you filming me?

Company policy.

If an angry man shows up in the middle of the night, we document it.

You'll be hearing from your boss.

Olympia texted.

Grant's gone.

Oh, thank God.

I also just made you like a little resting area, I guess.

Do pregnant people like to rest, or is that just an urban myth?

Oh, it's an urban myth. No, we go hard. Yeah, all night long.

Cool. I also brought you some weird snacks.

Sardines, pickles, black licorice.

Any plain crackers?

I can do plain crackers.

Sorry, I don't have much experience with pregnancy.

None of my friends are there yet.

How old are you?

26. Oh, me too.

You know, before I met Grant, I always thought I would go and get my master's

neuropsych. I always thought I'd go back to school after I got married.

It wouldn't let you?

It wasn't let at first. It was, you know, why don't you want to spend time

me? And then why would you want to go to frat parties?

That's how it happens, you know, slowly.

Trust me, I know what it's like to have your boundaries stretched.

I mean, not in the same way.

What's your way?

I currently find myself in an open relationship.

You don't like it?

Because right now an open relationship sounds perfect.

Senior just called and he's pissed.

Did he say who tipped off the Buckleys? No, but he said Grant will give Amy a

quick divorce. Tonight, if she wants. Which means there is something really

for her in this prenup. First priority, comb through it. Then, research case law

to see if there's any precedent from the 1880s to today to help keep this baby

away from Grant. Okay, this is an insane amount of work.

And I love work.

Start with case law.

I need you to go through this prenup so I can excavate a pregnant woman from her

emotionally abusive marriage. These are her text messages and emails.

A restraining order was denied, and with what I now know to be your extensive

history and contract law, this should be right up your alley.

I'd love to help you, but I need something in return.

Go to the documents room.

This is the locator number for the missing study.

You'll see that it's gone.

Pay close attention to any infidelity clause.

Amy's finally asleep.

Did you make your own letterhead for your side client?

Give it back to me.

Signed, Sarah Franklin, Esquire, Attorney at Law. Don't you just have to

only one?

And wow, there's some strong language in here.

I'm developing my litigation persona.

And she is aggressive.

Let's get back to case law.

And at the end of the night, remind me again how much I hate working with you.

Copy you, Sarah Franklin, Esquire at Law.

Did you look?

I did.

And there appears to be a document missing. And I do not have an opinion or

conclusion about what that means yet because I'm focused on Amy.

What did you find in her prenup? It's brutal.

In addition to the usual financial manslaughter, there's a clause she has

through their approved legal counsel.

What? Yeah.

You could finagle a way around it because we're from the same firm, but

tightly worded.

If she violates, he gets the kid, she gets a little bit of money.

And if she had an affair?

He gets the kid, she gets no money.

Who was that woman who came to court when you left papers at home?

Counselor.

My sister, Bitsy.

I based the Maddie Matlock persona on her and Andy Griffith.

Her husband was a con man caught sleeping with hookers.

Cindy Shapiro is her best friend. I don't know anything about you.

You know a lot of things about me.

The talks we had.

The way we worked together.

You heard my husband.

Our friendship was real.

How long have you been married to him?

49 years.

And our daughter died from a drug overdose. And I came here to expose the

criminal who was responsible.

But I never expected to find you.

What you've done for me.

How you've changed my life. That was real.

I came here expecting to be invisible.

People don't see old women.

But you saw me.

I could erase how I've hurt you.

With a clean slate.

Start over.

Yes. No, start over.

Clean slate.

An annulment.

That would void the prenup completely.

But after two years?

Well, technically, a judge can grant one up to four years.

It just has to fall into one of four categories.

Does she sign under duress? No. Under 18? No. Lacking mental capacity? No.

Oh, fraud.

Seems about right.

If a party was tricked into the marriage by a false representation, and we can

prove that party would not have gone through with the marriage had they known

the truth, we've got a case for annulment. And if Grant was abusive to

guessing that wasn't the first time.

Maybe he went too far in his past.

And if he purposely covered that up, there's your provable fraud.

I'll get Billy and Sarah to get a list of ex -girlfriends.

Hadley, I think. She's married to a state senator.

And those are all the women you can remember meeting at Grant's college

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. Just having one of those pre -contraction thingies, the Braxton

Oh, this one just hurts a little more.

Amy Braxton, the Hicks don't hurt.

I think you're in labor.

of abuse.

Now. I pulled the Buckleys and DAs. You can do that?

Ask forgiveness, not permission.

They're in my office. Look at the language.

See if it's impeachable.

Amy, we need to go to the hospital.

We can't. Trust me. The Buckleys will have security outside now that they know

that I'm here. They will follow me. They will take my daughter away. We have to

be safe. We will.

I have more time.

Four minutes apart. Isn't that when we go to the hospital?

Listen. Second you hit four, we're going to a different hospital.

I'm going to call my OB.

Okay, that sounds good.

Yeah. This is insane. We need Maddie's help. She's sleeping.

She's 76. She probably gets up every half hour to pee. Come on. You heard my

mentor.

You're right.

Forgiveness, not permission.

Why is Maddie's phone ringing in Olympia's purse?

Oh?

Find anything?

Um, hello? Any loopholes in the NDA? No, sorry. All ironclad, which makes sense

since Jacobson more drafted them.

Ah, shoot.

We just need more time to figure something out.

Or more help.

I think Sarah's right.

Maybe we should call Maddie? Mm -hmm.

I tried her. She didn't answer.

Look, I'll say to the NDAs, go back to your office, keep calling ex

Okay, Annie, stay calm.

Yep. And tell Dr. Deshar to stay on the phone. I'm coming to explain everything

to her. Just tell Amy to breathe.

And you breathe, too.

Time the contractions for when they start.

What are you doing up here? I don't know.

Did you

hear that?

I'm a little in shock that you thought I would be upset that you gave Maddie her

own private office with a friggin' bathroom and a mini -fridge. No, I am

upset in the least. You sound upset and loud. Quiet voice, remember?

Maddie has migraine.

Oh, I had one.

Oh, my head was screeching like a cat in a thunderstorm.

Anyway, like I told these two, I don't want to work up here after all. It's too

isolated and somehow...

The door got locked.

I felt like a prisoner in a horror movie.

How's Gary?

Migraines better?

Oh, much better. Good.

Oh, I forgot. I think you grabbed my phone by mistake when you left. And I

couldn't get a hold of you. Did I? Uh -huh.

Let me check.

Oops. Sorry about that. Here. Thank you.

Oh, and I told the kids.

I have an idea how we can nail Amy's husband on fraud.

Makes sense.

You're the expert.

Going through the family's priest is an interesting idea.

Agreed. And I have the list of Grant's ex -girlfriends.

Perfect. We'll use that to pressure him.

Not we.

You, right?

The priest is clearly your kind of guy.

Nice, really, really old.

I'd love to go talk to him. What do you think, Olympia?

Let's discuss the logistics.

Go relieve Annie and keep Amy calm.

So you come up with that idea just to get your phone back?

Of course not.

Two things can be true at the same time. That's what I've been trying to tell

you. You talk to this priest, then make a call and finish that sentence.

And what?

You escape.

If I had wanted to escape, it would have happened hours ago.

My medical bracelet.

GPS monitored.

Security disguised as EMT will be rushing through that door in six

But I didn't press it.

Because finishing this and exposing Jacobson more is the only thing that's

important to me. By which you mean blaming my ex -husband? Because you did

disagree.

Well, fine. Didn't prove that.

Either way, the truth is coming out.

So, am I interviewing the priest or what?

You mind if I...

Turn this voicemail thingy on. I'm pretty sharp for my age, but Lord, when

tired, I start one sentence in Paris, France, and I end up in Paris, Texas.

I'm not sure what that means.

My point exactly.

So yay or nay on recording?

No problem.

But here's the thing, Ms. Matlock. I'm not going to say what you want me to

What do you think I want you to say?

I heard that Amy tried to get a restraining order, which is...

I think it's heartbreaking that Amy's worried about her well -being because

Grant is abusive and controlling.

Those are very serious allegations.

Do you think Amy's lying?

I think she's overwhelmed with the realities of motherhood. They had some

of disagreement.

So you've never seen any signs that Grant is controlling or even overly

in past relationships?

No, I have not.

Mm -hmm.

Is it possible you don't really know Grant as well as you think you do?

I baptized the man.

I confirmed him. I counseled him the night before his marriage and then

him the next day.

Well, I'm sure in front of you, he seems very faithful.

Oh, he doesn't seem faithful. He is faithful.

We see each other every Sunday for service. And when he's out of town, he

reaches out for guidance.

I helped him secure St. Patrick's for his wedding to Amy.

And we've talked at length about raising his kids in the church.

That was important to Grant, raising his kids in the church. We spoke of it

before they got married. Your Honor, in addition to this testimony, I'd like to

submit it to evidence. Text exchanges between my client and her husband in the

month leading up to their wedding. And then Grant clearly tells Amy he is not

religious and reassures her over and over that any of their future kids won't

raised in the church because she's an atheist. Your Honor, that is undeniable

evidence -based, non -emotional fraud.

Would you have married Mr. Buckley if you'd known how religious he was?

No, Your Honor.

It's official. Four minutes apart.

By the power vested in me by the state of New York, this marriage is annulled

5 .49 a .m. Eastern Standard Time.

Thank you. Thank me by having a healthy baby.

Get her to the hospital. I'll let Dr. Bashar know that you're on your way.

Oh, she's here. Come look.

Wow. So cute.

For a baby.

Holding your daughter in your arms for the first time is a very powerful thing.

Her trial gave her the strength to fight back.

That's for sure.

All righty, you fine folks. I'm going to go upstairs and grab my stuff out of my

very temporary office.

I'm exhausted.

If you need me, you know where to find me.

Really great work tonight.

Go home. Get some rest.

You burned it.

Thanks. Thank you.

Okay, Billy, guess what?

Sarah, I really don't have the brain power. I sent out the cease and desist.

You did?

Mm -hmm.

Did it take your mind off Carol?

Not at all.

But I was talking to Amy, and we don't think this is the right relationship for

me. Well, if it makes you feel any better.

Simone and I are not long for this world either.

Oh, really?

She's making dinner reservations, and I can't do serious right now?

She's going to be so upset.

Yeah.

That does make me feel better. Thank you.

And so, that's why I did it.

And I know you think everything I said was a lie.

But our friendship was not a lie, and my daughter was not a lie. Her obituary is

still online.

I couldn't erase it.

Eleanor Kingston, beloved daughter of Edwin and Madeline Kingston, passed away

on October 8, 2014.

Ellie loved baking and singing karaoke.

And above all, she loved her son, Alfred Edwin Kingston.

Ellie is one of the casualties of the opioid epidemic.

She will never be forgotten.

Ever. Never.

daddy keep fighting okay all right baby we're fine why don't you guys go and um

play on your ipads in your room okay you're going after

my family's money let's just be clear classic pig and a folk they're trying to

keep you from staying the trust i am trying to see what you're hiding i'm not

hiding anything i haven't exactly been doing the kind of high profile cases

would merit espionage but no it can't be

Julian, the partner race, the divorce.

Are you

okay?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I lost a file, and then a pen exploded on me.

I know when I try to clean it up, I guess I fell asleep.

Maybe you should go to Grandpa's hospital.

That always makes you feel better.

Maybe I will.

Drop -off was surprisingly easy, and I can't believe you actually pulled an all

-nighter. They were easier at 25.

No kidding.

Well, go home and sleep.

On my way. All right.

Oh, hey.

Have you found a new place yet?

For after we saw the brownstone?

Do you want to talk about that now?

I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about how easy last night was.

I remember when we bought it.

We were about to close on a two -bedroom walk -up. Remember?

Then all of a sudden, you came into money.

Well, I didn't come into money. My mom let me access the trust.

Why all of a sudden?

Just said she wanted us to be able to buy our forever home, which it did not

turn out to be.

Aw, come on. Sometimes it felt like forever.

Good night.

Night.

Get up.

Healthy! Breakfast is served!

Finally, you forget your key.

Thank you.