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The law firm Jacobson Moore

hid documents that could have taken opioids off the market.

My dad told me to get rid of the study.

I was the one who wrangled the votes

to unseat you as managing partner.

I need you to apologize to my family,

and to accept responsibility for what you've done.

I am so sorry, Matty.

Olympia

and Matty's new associate is a total bro.

I'm fired up to be on this team.

Hi, there.

I'm here to help you ladies win your case.

Merger's happening. Why would you

turn away a free jury consultant?

I didn't know you were adopted.

And you never tried to find your birth parents?

Now, I'd be intimidated if

I didn't have my own three all-stars as backup.

My brains,

my looks and my mom.

Wait, Julian texted you?

I'm not friends with the guy.

I can work with him.

- You telling her about Milton? - Sure am.

Milton, Massachusetts.

Maybe the study was done at a lab in Milton.

Martex Behavior Lab, but it's closed.

If Milton had to be bought or buried,

we might have a whistleblower.

How's the rental car?

The steering wheel is heated,

and it turns on with a button

and I'm getting a massage even as we speak.

Oh, I got to run, Olympia.

Good luck.

Let her rip, tater chip.

Oh.

What the...

Ow! Ow, ow, ow!

Ow!

What in the heckadoody?

You slammed

straight into my car, you knucklehead.

Okay, all right. Well, let's just calm down.

- Calm down? - Yeah, it's just a little fender bender.

You entitled little "man-scone."

Did you even look where you were going?

You were probably on your Bluetooth,

talking to Wall Street.

Lady, I had the right-of-way.

I'm gonna wipe that grin off your face the right-of-way.

- Not another word, not... - Oh, ow!

another word.

Let's let a lawyer do the talking for you, yeah?

Ron Henson Jr.,

esquire.

What even is a "man-scone?"

Oh, I don't know, it just flew out my mouth.

The point is I am now represented

by the lawyer who dissolved Martex Behavioral Lab.

Can't believe that guy actually filed the right paperwork.

Well, he did. And that paperwork

has the name of the scientist

who ran the lab. The one

your father either bought or buried.

And the one that ties him to the cover-up.

We're getting close. I can feel it.

Is Senior still planning

to come back to the office this week?

Couple hours, Tuesday and Thursday.

He's not firing you. He promised.

Well, that's a pie-crust promise.

- Easily broken. - He's gonna want

- a pound of flesh at least. - Yeah, I'm telling you,

my dad is focused on the merger and he's different.

He had a stroke, not a lobotomy.

Hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead, right?

Right.

A "man-scone?"

He's bland, he crumbles under pressure,

He might as well have been a muffin

in the first place.

So, you are liking Julian more and more, huh?

I don't have to like him,

I just have to work with him.

And I can do that now that he's

accepted responsibility for his actions.

- Hm. - Unlike

Brian Fitzpatrick, the owner of 800 Rivington.

Is that the collapsed building?

Yep.

I mean, there's no way in hell Fitzpatrick repaired it to code.

If he had, that building would never have

- collapsed. - Oh.

Human beings were buried alive.

It just makes me sick to my stomach

to think about... Did you finish your essay?

Whoa.

Vibes.

Oh. Sorry.

Good morning, Alfie. May I look at

your application essay before I head into the city?

I didn't finish it.

Why not? San Francisco has competitive

high schools. When we head back,

you're gonna want options.

Just... I don't want to switch schools.

I'm making friends here.

Finally.

And Joey's here, too.

Well, we can talk about it.

But you should apply, regardless.

Go grab your laptop

and show Grandpa what you've written so far.

Oh, don't give me that look. I know you want to stay, too.

I just want to make sure Alfie's happy.

Well, I have a life in San Francisco.

Here, I'm stuck in the house.

Well, nobody's locking you in.

Well, we didn't know how long we were gonna be here.

I had to man the fort.

Which you have done beautifully.

And now,

the fort will not crumble

if you take your class on the Middle Ages.

Oh, no, no, no. You are contractually obligated

to take that with me.

Okay. Italian, then.

Maybe we'll finally

get a decent risotto out of you.

Oh, ho. Shots fired.

He shoots, he scores!

And he focuses.

Shae's gonna be with us on this one

'cause it's a big 'un.

Blanca Suarez, she's our named plaintiff,

but we represent all the tenants.

She wins, they win.

Let's go. Yeah, I remember seeing

that building collapse on TikTok.

Let's just make sure you're caught up

on all the non-TikTok details,

- Okay. - 'cause without

a smoking gun, it's gonna

take some work to convince a jury

that Fitzpatrick told his contractor to do subpar work.

I'm up to speed, coach.

I prepped the exhibits and I reread

the depositions last night on the treadmill.

I'm sorry, you were-you were running?

Oh, well, I had to hop off a few times.

Got emotional reading Blanca's testimony.

Want to quiz me?

No, no quiz. You just make sure

you got a lock on this,

'cause after our evidentiary hearing,

we're gonna go, go, go.

Let's go!

- Please go. - Huh?

- What? - Oh!

I wanted to give you this, Sarah.

I overheard you asking

for a PI recommendation yesterday,

- and I used this guy one time... - You should focus on the case.

Hunter.

You're a puppy dog.

And she's a cat.

You just let her come to you.

Okay, the dude is officially driving me crazy.

Who? He's fired.

Kidding.

You know Gwen, right?

She heads the merger integration.

Uh, we were just wrapping up.

Was that a yes?

Conditional to a quid pro quo.

Since your father trusts you so much,

as I start to

snip support staff, I might need to bop in

every now and then and put a name in front of you.

Which-- ick. But also... business.

Well, bop in anytime.

You should thank him.

Did you just save my job?

Actually, Gwen just approved a new office for you.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

Small, private, on this floor.

Unless you'll miss H-dog and his gnarly three-pointers.

I am so ready to never see

a grown man grip a foam ball again.

Okay, so that is

two things that you've helped me with.

Oh, look at me, on a roll. What's the other thing?

I emailed the PI you found.

We set a call to talk about the process

of finding my birth parents.

You nervous?

So nervous.

I can't believe the trial is finally happening.

Hang on.

Hi. Yes, this is Blanca Suarez.

Thank you for calling me back.

Um, I just wanted to tell you

that I might be a few minutes late today for Camila's PT.

Yeah.

Thank you.

How's Camila's

recovery going?

Slow. It's hard.

But we have the best physical therapist.

Thank God for all of the donations.

Total strangers are keeping things afloat.

You're keeping things afloat.

No.

The way you stopped your life

to take care of your sister.

I didn't have a choice.

What was I gonna do, stay in college?

Well, I think you very much did have a choice.

And I admire the one you made.

I want Fitzpatrick held responsible

for my mother's death.

The man is evil.

That's why we're here.

Olympia Lawrence.

Remy Hodges.

- You got a case here? - No, but

I saw your name on the docket and I thought

you might want some intel on Judge Maynard.

You want to give me intel?

Maybe over coffee?

Huh. See, I'm remembering

I wiped the floor with you the last time we faced off.

I'm all set.

Just trying to help.

Huh.

Help me understand what I'm looking at here.

Exposed wiring, rotting windows,

crumbling stairs, fire escapes ready to snap.

Dangerous conditions defendant Brian Fitzpatrick

ignored in his buildings.

None of which existed

at 800 Rivington Avenue,

the building actually in dispute.

Well, that building collapsed, so no pictures.

This is classic improper

propensity evidence, Your Honor.

Problems elsewhere don't prove anything here.

The cracks in the foundation at 800 Rivington

- had been flagged at inspections. - And my client

- had those repaired. - Again, the building collapsed.

Your Honor, those photos

go to knowledge, a well-established exception

to the propensity rule. Your client

had complaints, said he repaired them. Clearly, he didn't.

Those buildings aren't even owned by my client.

They're separate corporations.

Corporations he controlled,

until they went belly-up and disappeared.

Well, companies fail. Welcome to capitalism.

Sound argument, Counselor Lawrence.

Still, the prejudice outweighs the probative value.

Exhibits excluded.

Then we request additional evidence.

Since counsel agrees those corporations

are insolvent, we'd like a snapshot

of the defendant's finances. We're concerned

he may attempt to hide assets.

There isn't even a judgment.

We only need financial records since the collapse.

If there's nothing to hide, there's nothing to hide.

Still here.

How did it go?

Lost some Trojan Horse exhibits,

got what I really needed.

I could have helped you get it all.

Are you serious right now?

Is everything all right here?

I'm not sure, Your Honor.

I might need a restraining order on this clown.

See, I wouldn't say he's a clown.

But then again, I am his mother.

Oh.

- Ready for lunch? - Sure.

The judge hates you, and I am not

- using that word lightly. - You weren't even there.

You called her son a clown.

Doesn't take a mentalist to predict the fallout.

Okay, even if the judge isn't exactly fond of me...

- Hates you. - ...the jury is mostly

renters and working parents.

That's a solid six-four split in our favor.

Which is good, but we need to assume that Maynard's ruling

against you every single time,

so Blanca's testimony needs to be

Pixar-level heartbreaking.

I want really painful details.

How much she misses her dead mother,

every dream she's ever had which is now roadkill

because she had to stop her life to care

for her now disabled sister. Can you deliver that, Matty?

Roadkill? No.

But, um, I'm sure Blanca will be emotional.

And Olympia

got the financials, don't forget.

Exactly. Fitzpatrick told his contractor

to cut corners. Once the building collapsed,

he must have needed to keep that contractor quiet.

I'm assuming that involves

hush money, so we need to flag

any and all suspicious transactions.

I'll get Hunter on the treadmill.

- I assume that's a metaphor. - It is not.

Okay.

We know what we need to do.

Senior wants to talk tonight.

He's not gonna fire you. He's focused

on the merger.

- He ain't gonna taint that. - Taint what?

Taint none of your beeswax.

It is if it's about this building case.

The Gwen Reaper has got me on the chopping block,

which means I need to deliver a win

for those people who got pancaked.

Oh, Shae,

how comforting for the families

of the pancaked people.

Fitzpatrick is slick enough to bury a bribe,

so flag anything funny,

like a $400 cup of coffee,

or payments just a skosh under ten grand

or a vendor's name with one letter misspelled.

Oh, and also anything made out to, uh,

"Contractor" with "Memo: Bribe."

I'm messing with you, coach.

Yeah, I got you, rookie.

Keep your eye on the ball.

You got a new case, kiddo?

Actually,

I'm just packing up.

Julian just got me my own office.

Well, isn't that great?

Thanks, I'm excited.

Congratulations, hon. I'm-I'm proud of you.

Work those financials,

Hunter. I got to scoot to my

- doctor's appointment. - Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, everything's fine.

After 70, it's held together with tape and bubblegum.

Ms. Shapiro.

Welcome.

May I call you Cindy?

Please do.

And I'm so sorry that I'm...

I'm early, but, you know, I've just been

too nervous to drive since my wreck.

Traumatized. That's what you've been.

You've been too traumatized to drive.

I see what you did there.

Give me a second while I grab your file, okay?

- Oh! - Um, are you sure

you can handle this case?

You look a little disorganized.

That hotshot lawyer seemed

pretty slick. And, um, I have to be honest.

I'm looking for a payday.

That is music to my... Oh.

Here he is.

That's music to my ears.

You know who else seemed disorganized?

Mozart.

He did just fine, didn't he?

Don't worry, there is something of

a method to my madness.

Oh, yeah? What is it?

New cases on the top.

- Mm-hmm? - Old cases

on the bottom.

See, I'm prone

to these terrible back spasms just right in here.

Every time I bend over-- oof--

- it's like a roll of the dice. - Ah.

I'm gonna be honest with you, Cindy.

Once this Julian fellow finds out

that I've got the whole incident on camera,

he is gonna be coughing up a cash settlement

on the spot.

Oh, you have the whole thing on camera?

No. I mean, I wish.

But he doesn't know that, does he?

Wait a second.

- I got something to show you. - Okay.

So, how's the knee?

Oh, you know,

it's... it's a little bit better.

Oh, no, it's not. Cindy?

Pick a cane.

Any cane.

Mr. Fitzpatrick lied all the time.

He repainted over mold

instead of removing it. When we said

we had rats, he just

sealed the walls so they died in there.

The smell was horrible,

lasted for about a year.

Sounds awful.

You were the person who reported

the cracks in the foundation, correct?

Yeah, and he said he got it fixed, but

I know he didn't do it right.

If he did, my mom would be here,

my sister would be walking.

Objection. Beyond the scope.

Agreed. You will disregard the last part

of Ms. Suarez's testimony.

No more questions.

Your testimony is that Mr. Fitzpatrick

was a negligent landlord?

My testimony is that

he was a grossly negligent

slumlord.

Why don't you read aloud these notes you left

- for him with your rent checks? - Objection.

More prejudicial than probative.

These statements are a result of a clear

power imbalance.

I'll allow it.

But earlier, on a similar issue...

Yes?

Apologies.

You can read the notes.

"Thank you so much for the new heater. You're a lifesaver."

"We're all so grateful

for you fixing the burst pipe."

"Nice and toasty

"thanks to our new radiator.

You are my superhero."

And for the record, that-that last note-- it comes with

hearts and a smiley face.

It's awfully effusive

for someone who was grossly neglecting you.

- Objection. - Withdrawn.

Why did you write these things?

I was just sucking up so he would do the bare minimum.

So you'll say whatever it takes in the moment

to get what you want?

No. But I will make nice with a man I despise

if it means that my family is safe.

My client is in real pain.

It's been a living hell, hasn't it, Cindy?

Pure D hell, Ron.

I hope I can get back to my full strength,

but who knows if I ever will?

Well, you keep that hope alive, my darling.

As you can see, Julian,

Ms. Shapiro is a very,

very sympathetic witness.

Yeah, right.

She's also the same little old lady

who said she was gonna

- clock me. - I will, too, buddy-boy,

if you give me that

- smug smile one more time. - Oh!

Uh, Cindy, why don't you,

- uh, come this way. - That was battery,

by the way.

Step out here and we can, uh,

- you can wait in the waiting room, yeah? - Well...

Let the, uh, lawyers do the talking.

I'm just gonna use the ladies room.

Oh, you can-you can leave that open.

Oh, you'll thank me. I had nachos supreme for lunch.

So that's your, uh, perfect witness?

Oh, I can train her.

Plus, I've got video footage.

Oh, yeah? Show me.

Sure.

It's, uh, it's a little weird.

Looks like my, uh, my phone

backed it up to the wrong cloud.

Well, there's only one cloud.

Uh, my home computer is actually my other cloud.

Yeah.

I'll cut to it, professional courtesy,

I'm willing to settle this right now for 20k.

But as soon as that video comes out,

the price goes up.

This is a comparative negligence case.

This is nothing. I got

100k for a kid for exactly this same kind of accident.

You never got 100k

- for a fender bender. - Are you accusing me

of mendacity, Little Lord Fauntleroy?

I'm gonna show you that settlement.

It's in my "Ron Hall of Fame" file.

No, no, no. No need. No, no, no, I-I believe you.

Oh, you're gonna see that settlement,

you little trust fund punk.

No!

What did you do?

- Ms. Shapiro! - Sorry, it was

an accident, I was reaching

for a pen and--

My back.

Ms. Shapiro,

I need you to take a video

and upload it to the cloud.

To the right cloud.

I need a witness,

that this man has desecrated the memory of my father.

Was that his vase?

It's not a vase, it's an urn.

And those--

these are my father's ashes.

So you didn't get it?

No, I didn't get it. what were you thinking?

I... I wasn't.

Who keeps their dad's ashes

on a shelf next to a fidget spinner?

I think you've got a little bit...

- ...bit on your nose. - Oh, are you s--

God.

Oh, God.

Oh!

No, my allergies are bad enough

without Ron's dad all up my sinuses.

Oh, God.

Oh.

EDWIN Spaghetti,

Mona Lisa.

Leaning

Tower of Lasagna.

No, none of that is actually Italian.

Of course not, Mamma mia.

This is why we have a-classes.

Italian for beginners,

Westchester Cultural Center.

First class tomorrow.

So, how you like-a

that risotto?

I like it a lot.

Oh, don't worry.

You're gonna get that

scientist's name when you go back to Ron's office.

I'm sure we will.

And I know exactly where those files are now.

What's wrong?

I was laughing with Julian.

I don't know why I did that.

I just... I can't forget who he is.

Well, I don't think

that's gonna happen, whether or not you laugh with him.

Not worth the risk.

Better to focus on our goal.

You know, when I left my mother's house,

I was the same age as our client.

Oh.

But Blanca made a U-turn.

She went back,

cared for her sister.

I was taillights.

But...

it was the only way I could make it out of there.

Hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead.

Until we get to Senior.

Thank you for wanting to talk.

I know you're hurt, and you have every right to be.

I was working behind your back to oust you as managing partner.

And as your daughter-in-law,

I'm ashamed.

But as a lawyer,

I put the firm first.

Just like you taught me to do.

People were unhappy,

and I agreed

leadership had to change.

And I didn't think you'd change.

Please say something.

Neuroplasticity.

Uh...

After a stroke.

You get to reorganize the brain.

Neurons form

new pathways.

Change, as you say.

Some people wake up speaking German.

Did you?

No.

I woke up with forgiveness.

I don't know how long I have left.

And I do not want to spend it

at war with the people I love.

Well, I love you too.

And also,

if that were it,

we'd be having this meeting at your home.

Too many Jacobson Moore partners took the buyout

and left.

So, I need all the rest of 'em behind me.

So you stay in power

after the merger?

I am in this position...

...because you rallied the troops against me.

So, can you rally them back?

I'll talk about the neurons.

Mr. Coleman, as the contractor on this project,

you did all of the repairs on the building?

Absolutely.

By the book and up to code.

Although, the inspector never got to confirm that

because the building collapsed, which...

- Objection. - Sustained.

Stick to the facts, Ms. Lawrence.

Here are the facts.

We collected bids

from ten reputable contractors

for this same job.

They all estimated it would cost

twice as much as you charged

and take twice as long.

Brian Fitzpatrick owns tons of buildings.

- I wanted his business, so I... - So you gave him a break

on the price, despite the fact that you couldn't

do the work required

for that price?

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

Ms. Lawrence, watch it.

Uh, did your crew use low-grade materials?

- No. - Did they cut any corners?

- Of course not. - So, how did you finish the job so quickly?

I run a family business. Most of my crew

are my relatives.

You work faster when your name's on the truck.

Got it.

We took concrete samples

from the basement of the building

where you were did the foundation work.

Now, high-rises contain

grade 53.

So, why did the debris

at 800 Rivington contain grade 33?

'Cause I mixed them. There's nothing wrong with that

as long as you use the proper ratio.

But of course, we can't confirm the ratio

- because the building collapsed. - Your Honor.

Ms. Lawrence, one more aside,

I'll hold you in contempt.

My courtroom is not a circus.

There is no room for clowns.

Of course, Your Honor.

Apologies. No further questions.

Hey, Remy. It's Olympia.

Just calling to take you up on that cup of coffee,

get that intel on the judge you were offering.

Anyway, call me back.

Oh, hey.

Matty went to the library.

Not sure where Hunter went.

Congratulations on the new office.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

So, how did it go with the contractor?

Did he crack on the stand?

Landed some blows,

despite the judge trying to block me left and right.

And I still don't have proof of payout

- between him and Fitzpatrick. - You might. Sorry I'm late.

- Did you stop at the drugstore first? - Because I saw on

the financials that Fitzpatrick took a lot of trips there,

so I hit up the stores that he went to

to see if any of the clerks recognized him,

and they all did,

because he was buying Visa gift cards.

$75,000 dollars worth.

That's how he must have paid off the contractor.

I think we have our smoking gun.

Oh, it's Ron, the greatest legal mind

- of the 21st century. - Take it.

I have to walk back a coffee date.

Hey, Ron.

Yeah, I'm in the supermarket.

I'm about to hop on the bus.

Wait a minute. W... Slow down.

What do you mean?

Ron dropped you as a client?

Apparently, it would be a conflict of interest,

given his intention to sue the pants

off you for his father's ashes.

For what?

I should sue him.

I mean, no amount of Listerine

can get the taste of his dad out of my mouth.

We need that file.

Okay. Well, um...

we'll-we'll figure out another way.

Here's the way.

You call him at 5:30,

start an argument.

I'll get there right after,

demand to talk. He'll tell me to wait,

and that'll give me enough time to nab the file.

Got it?

Yeah, no problem. Got it.

Mr. Fitzpatrick, how long have you owned 800 Rivington Avenue?

Ten years.

I've watched kids take their first steps

in the lobby, celebrated

holidays with the... with the tenants.

They're like family.

And you responded to their maintenance needs?

To the best of my ability, always.

I mean, owning property isn't simple.

High taxes, rent control,

margins get tight.

But I never ignore repairs.

Including the foundation?

Oh, come on.

That's serious, of course.

As soon as the city inspector

identified the problem, I hired Mr. Coleman to fix it.

It's all documented.

It-It's clear as day.

Well, what's clear as day is that you

met your duty of care.

Your witness, Ms. Lawrence.

Your contractor-- Mr. Coleman.

He gave you quite a deal, didn't he?

He did, along with a fully itemized invoice

explaining exactly

how he could do the job

for the amount that he bid.

A bid over half

a million dollars less

- than all the others. - That's correct, yes.

So you don't think half a million dollars

in savings was connected

to why the building fell down?

No. Absolutely not.

But if it were connected,

it'd be a good idea for you to make sure

that Terrence Coleman

didn't blab.

Maybe through,

I don't know,

$75,000 in hush money?

Objection.

Zero foundation

for any of this so-called hush money.

I'm about to build it, Your Honor.

Make it fast and clean.

Any sign of gamesmanship,

I strike the entire line

- of questioning. - Understood.

Your business expenditures,

with highlighted purchases from

your local drug stores.

Always in $5,000 increments.

Now, were those Visa gift cards

you purchased?

- They were. - And did you give

those Visa gift cards to Mr. Coleman

as under-the-table payouts

so he would keep quiet about the subpar work

you asked him to do?

No, of course not.

Okay, then, were they for his construction crew?

No, they were...

Who, Mr. Fitzpatrick?

Look...

I know I did not cause this collapse.

But I felt so badly.

I didn't think Blanca would take money from me.

So I bought the gift cards

and I used them

to set up anonymous recurring payments

for the tenants' GoFundMes.

We just lost the jury.

This doesn't break our case.

Olympia's already pivoting.

We'll put every construction worker on the stand,

and one of them will admit to the shoddy work.

Blanca.

Those donations have been everything to us.

I would get them in these $5,000 chunks.

I used to call the anonymous donor my angel,

so to know that they were coming from Mr. Fitzpatrick, I...

He felt guilty.

He cut corners, and that's why the building fell.

I keep replaying the last time I saw my mom.

I was heading to class, and we had this fight

before I left.

I told her she was selfish.

She worked three jobs.

Well, you couldn't have known what would happen.

But it's almost like I did.

I was out the door,

and I was angry.

And then...

I don't know what happened, I...

...but I went back and I apologized.

And thank God I did,

because if I would have left things like that,

if I would have left things unfinished...

Quite the emotional roller coaster.

You want coffee, you don't want coffee.

I'd ask if it's me, but it's definitely not me.

Correct. It's your mom.

Hmm. Great lady, right?

Uh, y-yeah. Uh, tough lady...

...who does not like me.

- Hmm. - Which is understandable.

But I can't let this building collapse.

Aha. So, I'm your support beam.

Extra rebar. You want to talk strategy?

I want you to talk to your mother,

because I'm about to put up the rest of my case,

and she is ruling against me every single time.

Are you implying that she's unfairly prejudiced?

No. I am just asking

if you could casually mention

that you and I are on good terms,

in case that's a concern for her. Nothing improper.

- Just say... - But now you're giving me notes

on how to speak to my mother?

- Uh, of course not. - All right, good.

Because that would be twice as improper.

Hi, there.

You're Shae Banfield. The legend.

What a pleasure. Gwen Easton.

Oh. Nice to officially meet.

I've heard a lot about you.

Same, same.

Very excited to sit down soon,

find out why a firm like Jacobson Moore

needs an in-house jury consultant

instead of contracting that job out.

Y... I can't wait to sit down and discuss the benefits.

- Yay. - Yay.

I'll get a meeting on the books.

Ah. She's certainly...

friendly.

Don't let the smile fool you.

Never do.

I'm glad you're back.

I believe that. From you, kid.

Good.

So, I don't have to be worried, do I?

About my job.

Eh, you should win the case.

Well, of course, but...

...you will look out for me, right?

I mean, you created the position for me.

You should win the case.

Hmm?

For your new office.

Double-wick candles are a fire hazard.

Too much puppy energy?

Barely a tail wag.

It's not about you.

Been a long time since I've been up here.

Hmm. Me too.

I'll apologize to Hunter.

Not why I'm here.

Why did we stop coming up here?

Oh...

I don't remember.

We got busy.

- It got cold. - Hmm.

Sometimes things...

change, slowly.

Yeah.

Sometimes all at once.

I've never been good with change.

Well, you've had a lot.

Your boss, your office.

Your mom getting married.

I might look for my birth parents, actually.

Oh, yeah?

Had a call with a PI guy that Julian found.

He did the research, vetted the guy.

He's been great.

Glad to hear it.

So, what's giving you pause?

It's always been this option for me.

And I'm scared that if I look

and I don't find them,

then that option's gone, you know?

Well...

I can't speak to your specific situation, but...

...as someone quite a bit further down the road,

I can give you my perspective.

I didn't have a great relationship with my own mother.

I think I told you she was an alcoholic.

When I left, I left.

I was afraid to look back.

I carry regret.

So, you think I should do it?

I think...

...you shouldn't let fear grab ahold of the wheel,

whatever you decide.

Hmm.

Well, maybe after I reach out...

...we could come back up here to talk?

Although it does get cold.

Would you ever consider holding out

for an office with a window?

Staying put for now?

'Cause when I saw that moving box...

...like to break my heart in two.

I'll stay.

Text Julian. Heading to Ron's.

ETA 30 minutes.

Hey, sweetie.

Hi, Grammy. I don't feel good.

And Grampa's at his class and I've been throwing up.

I know you're on your way to Ron, but can you come home?

- On my way. - Thanks, Grammy.

Text Julian. We need to reschedule.

Take me home.

At the next right, make a U-turn.

Okay, we start questioning the crew tomorrow.

- I'll push hard... - Yeah, but not too hard. Jury won't like

a wealthy lawyer berating construction workers.

- I'll ride the line. - Yeah, but get them to say something concrete.

"Concrete" was the financial records, which didn't pan out.

Well, find something else. I have a lot riding on this.

And you think I don't?

Hey, sorry to interrupt, but Maynard's clerk just called.

She wants to see you in chambers.

- What? Why? - Some kind of misconduct.

The clerk wouldn't get into it over the phone.

Olympia.

What did you do?

In all my decades on the bench,

I've never encountered this situation. I'm shocked.

And believe me, I don't get shocked.

But any allegation involving misconduct with the jury

must be taken very seriously.

- What kind of jury misconduct? - I'm not at liberty

to say more while the investigation is pending.

In the meantime,

I have no choice but to declare a mistrial.

So, listen,

I wanted to apologize.

I shouldn't have asked you about your mother.

Can we go out for that coffee? And not mention

your mom at all?

As long as we're clear on the terms.

Is this an apology coffee

or are you asking me out, Counselor?

I'm asking you for coffee.

Ugh, and I've waited too long for coffee.

Let's have dinner.

Oh. I agree to these terms.

Talk to you later.

- Pretty happy for a mistrial. - We were about to lose.

Divine intervention, like I told Blanca.

We get another bite at the apple, and if Fitzpatrick

had anything to do with that jury misconduct,

he's going down fast.

- Mm-hmm. - Wait, aren't you supposed to be

at Ron's office with Matty right now?

Matty's grandson is sick, so she went home.

Hi.

How was it?

Incredibile.

Really?

How's our patient doing?

Oh, he's so much better.

He went to sleep about 20 minutes ago.

He finished his all applications.

- Ah. - Three of his buddies called to check in

- and see how he was doing. - Aw.

I just want him happy.

That's the most important thing.

- Oh, I know. - I'm sorry you had to come home.

- I turned off my phone in class. - Oh, no, no, it's fine.

Ron can wait. You want some?

D-Do I ever.

You know, my mom made

the best grilled cheese.

Even during her worst binges, she...

she used to make 'em for me when I was sick.

I couldn't eat anything else, I just...

Sometimes I'd fake getting a cold

just so she'd make one for me.

Never heard that story.

Oh, well, maybe it's 'cause...

hard to remember the good things when there was so much bad.

I guess I used the resentment to fuel me.

Maybe I didn't n-need to?

Wh-Why am I realizing

all of this too late?

Oh, it doesn't sound too late at all.

No, it's-it's inspiring.

The way you keep changing

and growing.

Took me a year and a half to sign up for Italian class.

But you--

you're in fresh snow all day long,

carving up the mountain.

- Oh. Come in. - Ah!

Oh, I can tell by those deranged smiles

you might have some good news.

We got the name of the scientist

who owned and ran Martex Lab.

But how?

Matty's grandson is sick, so she went home.

Why don't we take care of it ourselves?

Little improv, for old times' sake.

Hello, Ron.

U-Uh, hello. Do-do I know you?

Oh, no. But you do know my lunkhead ex-husband,

who came through here like a bull in a china shop.

Hey! Get in here.

You, sit here.

And don't you even think about touching anything.

Let the grown-ups talk, eh?

There is no way that I am gonna settle for less than 20K.

- My father's ashes were... - Ha! Were sitting on the edge

of a credenza.

Unsafe premises.

Unsafe premises?

T-This is my office.

Exactly. Which means you violated

a duty of care.

Here is what I am willing to offer you.

This is ridiculous.

I can't even buy a replacement urn with that.

Then I am preparing a countersuit

for harassment, defamation,

and you'll be shopping for your next urn at a yard sale, Ron.

The scientist who ran the lab

is named Priva Kapoor.

What?

I think maybe you have a little bit Ron's dad

still on your nose.

Oh, it's Sarah.

- Hey. - Sorry to call.

I was working late and I heard a commotion.

What's going on, Sarah?

Shae is getting arrested.

What? Why?

For bribing the jury on your case.

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