All language subtitles for Matlock s02e12

The law firm Jacobson Moore

hid documents that could have
taken opioids off the market.

Maybe the study was done at
a lab in Milton, Massachusetts.

We got the name of the scientist
who owned

- Martex Lab.
- Priva Kapoor.

We might have a whistleblower.

Olympia, you're the only one

who doesn't know Lester Logan,

head of security.
We call him

the Wolf.

Remy Hodges.

-Can we go out for that coffee?
-Let's have dinner.

Blanca Suarez,
she's our named plaintiff.

I remember seeing that building
collapse on TikTok.

I want Fitzpatrick
held responsible

for my mother's death.

I never ignore repairs.

Your contractor Mr. Coleman--

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

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

You're Shae Banfield.

Very excited to sit down soon.
Find out why a firm like

Jacobson Moore needs
an in-house jury consultant.

-I don't have to be worried,
do I?
-You should win the case.

I have no choice
but to declare a mistrial.

What's going on, Sarah?

Shae is getting arrested

for bribing the juror
on your case.

This is an outrage.

I have never been accused
of any misconduct,

let alone trying to bribe
a juror. It's ridiculous.

As is the fact that you are
not doing anything to stop it.

I'm trying, Shae, but a juror
was definitely approached.

So, until I get my hands
on whatever

the D.A. thinks they have...

They have something false, okay?

I mean, someone wanted a
mistrial and flipped the table.

Heads need to roll.

And they will.
I know you didn't do this.

Then why aren't we having this
conversation on the sidewalk?

-Because...
-Eat it or toss it.

Okay, you need to get me out
of here now.

We're Jacobson Moore.

What good is holding all the
strings if you can't pull them?

I did pull them.

I'm not even supposed to see you
until your arraignment.

Olympia.

I can't spend the night
in this tank with these...

- ...citizens.
- You won't.

You'll be transferred
to central booking,

a bigger tank
with 60 other citizens.

Just... get through the night.

Well, of course she's panicking.

Yep, I'll text Hunter.
See you soon.

Sorry.

The firm is up in arms
about Shae.

-The rumor mill is exploding.
-Mm.

None of it
is nearly as important

as our 50th anniversary.

-So what are we doing tomorrow?
-We'll have breakfast in Paris,
where I proposed.

After you called me impossible.

Well, you challenged my Scrabble
word, and you wouldn't trust me.

That's because you were wrong.

And we-we couldn't find
an English dictionary.

On the Left Bank,
imagine.

And then I pulled out a ring

and I said, uh,

"Maybe this will help
with the trust part."

-And it did.
-Mm.

So, we'll fly to Paris
-for breakfast...
-Mm-hmm.

By way of croissants

-from Armonk Bakery.
-Quelle élégance.

Alors?

After breakfast, we're going
to the Rye Playland Park

where, no matter the cost

to my wallet or my dignity,

I am going to win you
a teddy bear with that

-water squirty thing.
-Oh... all right.

So this anniversary is a roast.

I'm not the one who picked
a fight with a carny

on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk,
m'lady.

He said, "Step right up,
win a big bear,"

and it was this
teeny little one,

and Ellie wanted
the great big purple bear.

-And you got it for her.
-That's right.

And then we got banned for life.

Finally,

to honor the night

where you closed
your first mega merger

and we opened that huge check

that paid off
our student loans...

Standing on the Embarcadero.

Mm-hmm. We kissed
by the Golden Gate Bridge.

We did, didn't we?

So, dinner at the
Bridgeview Tavern.

Now, it's not San Francisco,

but at sunset the Tappan Zee
might glow a little orange

for a golden anniversary

with my golden girl.

Yeah, she's been pretty silver
the last couple of decades.

She's my beautiful bride.

♪ ♪

- NSFW.
- Oh.

Okay, well,
since you're working,

did you find anything
about the scientist

who conducted the study?

Priva Kapoor has been

professionally scrubbed
from the Internet.

There's nothing on Martex
Behavioral Lab, nothing on her.

Well, that means
we're onto something.

Nobody scrubs themselves unless
they've got something to hide.

Exhibit A.
The story of Matty Matlock.

But I found her husband

through a wedding announcement
on an old Facebook account,

inactive but cached.

Priva Kapoor and Abe Bravel.

From there, I did a deep dive
on Abe, and I found

his current address just outside
of Milton, Massachusetts.

Sometimes I worry how good
you are at this.

Now you worry?

Morning, Hunter.

I need you to call Blanca Suarez

and explain
what the mistrial means.

And tell her we have
to resolve Shae first,

and then we get a second bite
at the apple.

And this bite's gonna be
even bigger, Blanca,

'cause now we know
their whole case.

So Olympia's gonna be spitting
nothing but applesauce justice.

Okay. All right.
We'll talk soon.

You really shouldn't
promise things

you don't know you can deliver.

Oh. Right. Good note.

Are you being sarcastic?

-Hard no. Are you?
-About what?

Exactly. Can I ask you
a question?

Do you think there's any chance,
even a small one,

that Shae actually did it?

I really don't.
Shae is all about the truth.

The Wolf is here.

He'll find out what happened.

So far, the D.A.'s office
is being tight-lipped.

What's Senior's take
on the situation?

He wants Shae treated fairly
but fast.

This can't affect the merger
with Lamar and Olson.

Anne Boleyn was afforded
a skilled swordsman

instead of an axe. Clean break.

For her beheading.

I assumed you were talking about
how to cut Shae loose?

I vote swift.

Well, good morning to you, too.

Pleasantries are
for pleasant times.

Lester, you spoke to Senior?

He wants to stand behind Shae.

-Why?
-Beyond loyalty,

Shae's work as our
jury consultant is baked

into countless cases.
If she's convicted,

opposing counsel
from each and every one

will come sniffing
for a retrial.

Olympia's being pressured
to wrap this up quickly.

Poor Shae.

She has given everything
to this job. It's her life.

So, what's up?

I'd like us to go together
to Massachusetts

to see our scientist Priva.

-You and me?
-Yep.

Until we get to a diner
about a mile away.

I want you to wait there
while I approach Priva alone

and get her to come forward.

So you want me to be your
Uber driver to Massachusetts?

You in?

Depends. What's your, uh,
road trip snack?

Tabasco Slim Jims, Hot Funyuns
and black coffee.

Whoa, that is
a full-grown sheriff's meal.

I'm, uh, powdered Donettes,
3 Musketeers, and a Sprite.

That's more self-harm
than snack,

but, uh, you match my freak.

When do we ride?

I'll let you know
after Shae's arraignment.

People v. Banfield.Counsel?

Olympia Lawrence
for Ms. Banfield.

Your Honor, we move to dismiss
for lack of probable cause.

Ms. Banfield categorically
denies any involvement

in jury bribery.

In fact, Jacobson Moore

is planning
a vigorous countersuit.

You may want to hold
the countersuit.

The People have a cooperating
witness in the gallery.

Victor Lasorta,
private investigator,

testifying in exchange
for immunity.

Ms. Banfield
retained Mr. Lasorta

and gave him $50,000
to bribe a juror.

-I've never met
that man in my life.
-Ms. Banfield...

Your Honor, my client
does not know this man.

Beg to differ,
but don't take my word.

Let's watch
this security footage.

- May I?
- Proceed.

Note Ms. Banfield.

And who is that taking a seat
next to her at the bar?

Mr. Lasorta.

♪ ♪

Then, when Ms. Banfield gets up
to go to the bathroom,

not too soon after,

Mr. Lasorta follows.

He waits for Ms. Banfield
to return to her meal.

And then, about a minute later,

Mr. Lasorta comes out
with a package.

And that's how Ms. Banfield
delivered the payout to the man

she never met in her life.

First, how are you doing?

Yeah, great. I actually

started a new
Korean skin care routine,

and I've gotten really
into pottery. What do you think?

I'm being framed,
and I'm freaking out

because my reputation's
being destroyed in real time.

-What?
-Oh, nothing.

They call me the lie detector.
You want to dance?

Why would a P.I. stand in court

and claim you paid him
to bribe the juror?

Well, obviously,
he was paid to say it.

Look, I go to Antonio's
twice a week for dinner.

The P.I. must have followed me
and staged the drop

because, again, we've never met.

Y'all were talking on the video.

Men talk to me
all the time, Matty. Trust.

Now, we can explain
the tape easily.

-R...
-What we need to figure out
is who set me up and why.

-So...
-So, the jury was bribed

so that the owner
of the building

would be found liable
for the collapse.

So who else would that benefit?
Besides Jacobson Moore.

Shae, you're the client,
remember?

I know. I'm asking
as the client.

Who else would it benefit?

I'm thinking the contractor.
Terrence Coleman.

Yo, same page. If the building
owner was found not liable,

Blanca and the other families
would go after Coleman next.

-Establish his dogwater work.
-Dogwater?

Oh, it's, like, super bad.

- Say that.
- Okay.

We need to find
some sort of connection

between the contractor Coleman
and the P.I.

And we need to discredit
the P.I. in general.

And we need to prep
the city inspector.

We will need him on the stand

to establish
that Coleman's shoddy work

led to the building collapse.
Establishes motive.

What?

We're gonna need
a little more help.

So we don't deliver
dogwater work.

Ready, willing and able.
Whatever you need, Matty.

All right.
Want me to fill you in?

On the Fitzpatrick case
that I prepped and researched?

Or on Shae,
who I know very well?

Sarcastic. I see you.

Maybe bring it down
just a notch.

Excuse me?

Well, since we have
to work together.

Which I'm stoked to do,
by the way.

I mean, your reputation as
a research queen is legendary.

See, me, I'm more
of a big ideas guy.

You know,
things will be swirling,

I'll catch a thought,
you know, ride the wave.

I don't know how to answer that
in a non-sarcastic way,

so let's just move on
to process. I'll lead.

Pull up the depos for
Fitzpatrick, Coleman,

and the building inspector
Irwin Pratt.

On it.

You don't look happy.

With such an expedited trial?

It's great news.

Lamar and/or Olson may
or may not have made some calls.

Pure speculation, probably
not even definitely true.

So they're doing this
to help Shae?

Oh, they don't know Shae,
but they do know that the merger

is still in the HSR window,
so any criminal exposure

needs to be wrapped up
before regulators step in. Ick.

So that's what
I tell my client? "Ick"?

Look, I understand this is hard.

That's why, earlier,
I brought up being swift.

You have faith in your team?

Unmitigated.

Good. They handle the case.

No partners or senior associates
anywhere near it.

Olympia, no.

Ask anyone else.

I tried, they said
it's you or Hunter.

And I can't even be
in the courtroom.

Jacobson Moore's already
distancing themselves from Shae.

The trial starts
on my 50th anniversary.

-I will help as much as I can.
-How?

Matty, I wouldn't ask
if there were any other option.

And you can still have
an anniversary dinner, right?

Oh, you know, maybe,
while you're in court,

Julian and I can go see Priva.
Push the mission forward, hmm?

Oh, that's a good idea.
I see what you're doing there.

'Cause I'm desperate.
I might not love Shae,

but this feels like injustice.

-Now you're pulling
all my strings.
-Hate to do it,

but the only other option
is we withdraw.

Now imagine that headline.

Jacobson Moore abandons

their own jury consultant
before trial.

I'm not exactly
a huge fan of Shae's,

but she's devoted herself
to her job.

She's lived and breathed
her work for 16 years.

So how can I just sit back

and see her life be ruined
because of a merger?

I mean, that's
not justice, Edwin.

That's Jacobson Moore
proving that the bottom line

matters more than a human being.
Once again.

Well-argued.

Sounds like a decision
has been reached.

Well, what if I take a whole
week off after the trial,

a-and then we can actually
go to Paris?

Alfie's in school.

I wish there were
another option.

There is.
You just didn't choose it.

Happy anniversary, my love.

I woke up this morning
thinking about what you said.

How I did make a choice,

and I have to accept that

and accept that I hurt you
and disappointed you.

Both of which
I've done a lot of in 50 years.

But I hope I've also brought
the kind of deep joy,

fierce love, and safe grounding

that you have
given to me, Edwin.

You are the cornerstone
of my heart.

The cornerstone of my life.

Our first date
gets a lot of fanfare,

but I'll never forget
our second.

We went for ice cream,

and when I started
to justify my ambition,

you asked me who I was fighting
with 'cause you liked it.

I couldn't believe it.
That and smoking hot?

Took my damn breath away.
You still do.

And I'm still the girl
who made a stink

on the Left Bank because
"lavelier" has one "A," not two,

and you spelled it incorrectly

and wouldn't admit it,
and I hate injustice.

Later tonight, get ready
for an epic rematch,

and we'll end the night
as we did in Paris.

Your loving wife
of 50 years and counting.

I think you have the wrong...

Shae? Wow. You look different.

I clearly can't show up to trial
as a bombshell apex predator,

so I buried my light
under oatmeal. Where's Olympia?

Um, I'm leading the case.

What...?
Olympia's not coming at all?

Unfortunately,
they told her to stay away.

Jacobson Moore pulled her?

Yep.

Okay. And you're ready?

Oh, sure am. Don't worry.

Yeah, easy for you to say.

Is that a picture locket?

Reminds me who I'm fighting for.

Play up the aw-shucks thing.

We have a tough judge and a jury
who doesn't like bullies.

I'll play up the aw-shucks thing

if you remember, when we head
into that courtroom,

you're not a jury consultant,
you're a client.

-Earnest, sincere and humbled.
-Matty,

I've spent the night in prison
and I shopped at Marshall's.

I've been humbled.

Mr. Lasorta,

did Ms. Banfield
tell you which juror

to target with the bribe?

- Sure did.
- Said unpaid medical debt

made her the perfect mark.

She was wrong,
apparently, though.

The-the juror came forward.

- Thankfully.
- When did Ms. Banfield

give you the bribe money?

Objection. Prejudicial.

I'll rephrase.

Mr. Lasorta, did Ms. Banfield
provide you with the money

that you offered to the juror?

Yes. She told me

to give half to the juror
on the front end

and half when the verdict
came back for her team.

Said she needed
Jacobson Moore to win.

Hmm.

No further questions.

Hey there, Mr. Lasorta.

So, you say my client hired you,

but there's no proof of
any communication between y'all.

No texts, no calls, no emails.

I only saw Ms. Banfield
three times:

in my office to set up the job,

on my boat to transfer the cash,

and in the restaurant
to get my fee.

Ah, yeah, your boat, uh,

The Sea Hag.What is that,
a little dinghy, little rowboat?

No, no. She's 32 feet.

Wow.

But boats are expensive.

How can you afford that?

Well, I have been a P.I.
for 20 years.

Well, not for all
of those 20 years.

'Cause according to my records,

your license was suspended
in 2019 for two years.

Now, what's that all about?

I hired someone to approach
a client's husband in a bar.

Someone?

Meaning a...

prostitute?

Objection. She's whispering
to make it seem more salacious.

Apologies.

Did you pay a prostitute

so your client could
shake her husband down...

...for a hefty
divorce settlement?

Yeah.

-That's accurate.
-So,

you put him on tape
in a public place

to make it look like
he was doing something

he wouldn't do, and

why does that story
sound familiar?

-Objection.
-Withdrawn.

No further questions.

Text from Sarah.

"Matty tore Lasorta apart."

Okay, that's good.

Text from Hunter.

"Matty is the bomb emoji.
She ate. Left no crumbs.

Fork and knife
with plate emoji."

How do you think
they're working together?

Oh, I can't take you seriously

when you're covered
in powdered sugar.

Pretty judgy for someone
who finished

all the 3 Musketeers

-before we even crossed
into Massachusetts.
-Whatever.

So what's our, uh,
approach with Priva?

Matty came up with our covers,

and Alfie did some magic
to make it look real online.

Here's your business card.

-Seriously?
-Don't be immature.

Text from Remy.

"Looking forward to dinner.

Finally. Wink emoji."

Hmm. Remy as in Remy Hodges,
attorney-at-law?

-Mm-hmm.
-Wink emoji.

- It's just a dinner.
- Oh,

okay, so you mean you don't
have the feeling with him?

Like, um...

when you shook my hand the first
time and went weak in the knees.

-I did not go weak in the knees.
-You totally did.
First handshake.

-I'll... stipulate to a vibe.
-You almost fell over.

It's okay to date. I do.

-Don't look shocked.
-When do you even have the time?

I-I can't find any.

Well, you have the kids
half the week,

and it's about
prioritizing, right?

Text Remy Hodges.

Say...

What are you, nuts?
It's been three seconds.

Make the guy sweat a little.

Don't worry, I'll teach you.

Sorry to keep you.

No problem, Mr. Pratt.

You ready to run through
your testimony?

Absolutely. I'm eager to help.

Can't stop thinking
about what happened.

What else I could've done.

-Well, probably no...
-Well, it was your first time

inspecting work
from ColemanConstruct, right?

You could not have known
that Coleman would cut corners.

Yeah, but if I'd gotten back
to the building

to reinspect it a week earlier,

I would have seen
the shoddy work. Maybe...

Maybe I could've saved
those people.

You really think Coleman
is the kind of guy

that would bribe a juror?

If he did, thank goodness he
didn't get the rec center job.

All those kids...

Gail, come on. No interruptions.
We talked about this.

It's... A-Apologies.

-You ready?
-Yes.

That coffee looks good.

Sorry. Late night.

Went a little hard.

Let me guess, a girl?

Oh, no. A goddess.

Oh...

Do you mind if I grab a cup?

Enjoy.

Okay, now it is my turn
to apologize.

No need. He's a funny guy.

Don't smile.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hi. I hope so. Uh, we're here
to speak with Priva Kapoor.

What do you want with her?

Oh, um, I'm interested
in her research.

Circa 2007,
when she ran Martex Lab.

You need to leave.

Oh, wait, why?

Because that research
is the reason she's dead.

What do you mean her research
is the reason she's dead?

Uh, Mr. Bravel, I don't know
about any of that.

In fact, I had no idea
that Priva passed away.

Look, I represent
a group of scientists

whose work was misrepresented,
buried or stolen,

and we believe that Priva
was one of those scientists.

Here's my card.

And one from my assistant Dick.

If we could just talk to you
for five minutes?

We flew in from Chicago.
We're only here for the day.

Sir, we're very sorry
for your loss, but also...

I know you were married
to Priva,

so I imagine you had the...

"how did I win the lottery"
kind of love.

Made you weak in the knees.

So we're-we're asking you
to show up for that person

because this is...
this is about her legacy.

I'm Catherine, Abe's wife.

-Hi.
-It's very hard for him
to talk about Priva.

And, no, I-I didn't know her.

I met my husband three years
after Priva died.

Because of her research?

All I know is, she was getting
calls. People were unhappy.

Then she drove off the road.

Sometimes my husband
can get paranoid.

Other times he acknowledges
that there was black ice

and Priva had
a blood alcohol level

three times the legal limit.

She'd started drinking
from the stress,

which still means
the work killed her.

It's an endless loop
when he's triggered.

But you're right... Dick.

He did love her, which is why

we are going to give you
her research journals.

On the condition
you don't return.

Abe's finally past
Priva's death,

and we deserve his fresh start.

And did you find anything?

I'm looking at Priva's journal
from April 2010,

and she wrote,
"Today, after the calls,

"he came to the lab.
Offered money again

-to keep quiet."
-What?

Got to be my dad.

Did they say
how much money he offered?

I'm not finished reading.
I called you right away.

How's Shae holding up?

Well, not bad
considering the circumstances.

I got to go check
the kids' research.

Call me if you find
anything else.

Grandmother emoji out.

All right, we'll have to track
Senior's travel.

Put him in Milton in April 2010.

Or track the hush money.

Uh, I think that car has been
following us for a while.

-Really?
-Yeah. It's probably nothing.

-Well, why would you mention it?
-Uh, I-I shouldn't have.

-So how do you think...
-I'm just gonna make a right.

- What?
- Yeah. Just in case.

See if they follow.

Okay. Good.

I'm... just paranoid.

I get it.

Wait, look at this.
Actually, do not look.

Keep your eyes on the road.

She wrote, "$350,000"

on the side of a page,
connected to nothing else.

You thinking that's the amount
of money they offered Priva?

Yeah. And listen to this.

All right, all right, all right,
let me have it.

Still nothing tying
Coleman to Lasorta,

and I have cross-referenced
every single job

from ColemanConstruct
in the last five years.

Meanwhile, I totally bro'd out
with Pratt the inspector.

Oh, my God.

Hush, you. Sometimes Hunter

likes to walk around the
building before he goes inside.

So, you bro'd out with him?

Oh, yeah. Well,
after he snapped at Gail.

That's his secretary.

You know, see, I could see
that, uh, she felt like

she wasn't really being
respected or valued.

So I made an excuse with Pratt.

I chatted Gail up alone.

Turns out,

she gave me the name
of the rec center

ColemanConstruct bid on.

The rec center job has nothing
to do with our case.

Yeah, true,

but you got to submit financials
to bid for a city job.

And if we get the financials,

that could lead us
to the money Coleman used

to pay the P.I. and the juror.

Okay, so did you happen to get
the financials?

Oh, you know it.
And ColemanConstruct was broke.

But get this, they owed
half a million to a creditor--

Rovus Construction.

So, Coleman's held liable,

- Rovus doesn't get paid.
- Exactly,

so maybe Rovus has an incentive
to bribe the juror.

Um, find out everything you can

about Rovus Construction.

I got to get back to court.

You could have told me.

When, bro?
You've been a huge bummer.

Where were you?

Lunch. Did you...?

How can you even eat
when this is happening?

Okay, is anyone in the office
actually looking

for the person
who is framing me?

Everybody's working nonstop.

Oh, then how do you
have time for lunch?

That is enough, young lady.

You have no idea
what it's cost me to be here.

I was supposed to be with...
my grandson.

And I let him down.

Damn near broke his heart
for you

'cause I'm all you've got.

And no cavalry
coming for you, Shae.

I'm your cavalry.

So show me some damned respect.

Please offer your grandson
my sincere apologies.

And I am sorry

to you, too.

I've had my heart broken
exactly three times.

My college boyfriend.

He... wanted kids,
and I didn't, so...

ending it felt right.

But it hurt.

During the pandemic,
I was engaged.

But then my fiancé started
dropping these hints that

maybe my position on kids
could change.

I said it wouldn't.

He understood I was serious.

Again, it hurt,

but I knew it was
the right decision.

And the third time?

When I realized Jacobson Moore
completely abandoned me.

I'm so scared, Matty.

Well, of course you are.

You just need to remember
who you're fighting for.

Who you've always fought for.

Ms. Banfield, how close
do you live to your job?

Six blocks.

Did you choose the apartment
for proximity?

Objection. Relevance.

I'll rephrase.

Would you say your life
centers around your work?

I would say my job
is very important to me.

And is it true that, at present,

your firm is in the middle
of a merger?

Yes, that's true, but...

Were you under
increased pressure?

Well, yes, I was,
but I would never bribe a juror.

And yet there is evidence.

A video where someone
spoke to me

and then followed me
to the restroom,

which is scary,

and he then waited until I left
to make it look like

I was involved in something
that I wasn't.

It's believable,

if that was the only evidence.

-What?
-Your Honor,
what other evidence?

You wanted an expedited trial.

Cell phone records
came in at lunch.

I'll allow it.

Where were you on the night
of Tuesday, March 10th?

Uh, Tuesday I,
I ate at the office.

Correct. Where'd you go next?

-Home.
-Six blocks away?

Yes.

Well, then, why, according
to your cell phone data,

did you walk
in the opposite direction

-to the F train?
-What?

You recall where you went next?

Oh, home. No, this is wrong.
I was home.

You walked
straight down Atlantic

to the Brooklyn Heights Marina,

where Mr. Lasorta
docks his boat,

where he testified

-you gave him the bribe money.
-No, I didn't.

Then why was your phone pinging
to these locations?

-I don't know.
-That's okay. We know.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Sarah and Hunter
are out looking for an expert

who can establish that phones
can be cloned.

Can I get a plea deal?

-No jail time.
-What?

The jury doesn't believe me.

I'm good at my job, remember?

Look...

They're not gonna offer a plea,

but listen, look, look,

we'll figure this out.

We can win the jury back.

I'm the cavalry, remember?

Why are you showing up
like this for me?

I mean,

I haven't always been
the nicest to you.

I've been asking myself
the same damn question.

Maybe 'cause I see a little bit
of myself in you,

back when I was young.

Well, I'll take that
as a compliment.

Because you're
a really good person, Matty.

Turns out, it is not that hard
to track a cloned phone.

It can be done with spyware.

Hunter and I found
a great expert.

Okay, see you soon, Matty.

Anything on your creditor
theory? Rovus Constructions?

I don't think it's panning out.

It's run by Coleman's cousin
on paper.

I think it's a shell company.

Well, that...

is a huge bummer.

And look...

I'm sorry that I have also
been a huge bummer.

It took me a long time to get
close with Matty and Olympia.

You've been here
a couple weeks, and

you already have handshakes.

Well, something to know
about me--

my mom says I have
therapy dog energy.

Got it, and I agree.

And because of that
and other things,

like your face and race

and gender...

the world bends for you.

And it doesn't for me.

That's true. And also,

my mom's been in prison
since I was three.

Yeah. They bring
therapy dogs around,

that's-that's how she knows.

The world didn't always bend.

What? You're happier knowing
that my life's hard?

Something you should know
about me.

Uh-oh.

You want me to withdraw?

Jacobson Moore can no longer be
affiliated with Shae Banfield.

She crossed a line.

Jacobson Moore is appalled.

We can't put that messaging
out there.

Please give me the night,

and we'll figure out
what's going on.

This was informational,
not conversational.

The motion to withdraw
has already been filed.

You will argue it
tomorrow morning successfully.

-If this has to do
with the merger and...
-You can go.

My darling Madeline.

I do not want to be cavalier,

which is spelled
just like lavalier,

so I will cut to the chase.

When I woke up alone
on our 50th anniversary...

...I felt hurt.

And then I read
your beautiful card,

which contained
all that I love about you.

And I still felt hurt.

But also, I was reminded of
the Renaissance artist Titian.

A contemporary
of Michelangelo's,

who gets all the fanfare,

much like the first date.

But while Michelangelo
focused on structure,

Titian focused on color.

Layered it over
and over and over,

so it was "living," he said.

I always loved that,
because living is layered.

Anyway, the technique unleashed
the most vibrant hues.

Venetian reds. Ultramarines.

No one had seen
anything like them.

And I know how they felt.

Because I first saw color

when I fell in love with you.

And also, I am still upset.

So I invited a few friends
from my Italian class

to go watch some Italian cinema.

Then we're grabbing
a bite to eat.

I'm sorry.

You beating yourself up?

-Actually, I'm not.
-What?

I just feel like...

...I'm a really good person,
you know?

And I'm doing the best I can.

Why, Matty Madeline
Matlock Kingston,

are you giving yourself grace?

I'm growing and changing, baby.

Did you see anything we missed?

Not yet. Oh,

I made a date with Remy.

What? Hello.

-Do not make a big thing
about it.
-It's good.

Your kids and your job
can't be your whole life.

You can't sit around
like an old sea hag.

- A what now?
- Sorry.

That's the name
of Lasorta's boat.

The P.I.
Clearly a feminist.

Wait, I'm looking at this note,

and it says
"58th Street rec center"?

Oh, that's the note
that Hunter got from Gail,

-Pratt's secretary.
-Well, check out the logo.

You old sea hag.

A motion to withdraw
in the middle

of a criminal trial
is highly unusual.

I doubt this is in
your client's best interest.

Your Honor, I agree.

So I'd like to withdraw
the motion to withdraw

and call my next witness.

Mr. Pratt, you were
the inspector who discovered

the cracks in the foundation
at 800 Rivington,

where eight people
lost their lives, right?

Yes, ma'am. Six months
before the building fell.

Ever inspect work
ColemanConstruct

did in the past?

No, I haven't.

Ever meet Mr. Lasorta?

The man accusing Shae Banfield
of bribery?

I have not.

This is a map of
the Brooklyn Heights Marina.

Cute logo. Little anchor.

Reminds me of the notepaper
from your office.

Did you get that notepad
from the marina?

- I must have.
- Agreed.

You must have.
Do you have a boat?

-The Lady Gravy.
-The Lady Gravy,and do you

dock The Lady Gravya few slips
down from Vic Lasorta's Sea Hag?

Looks like I do. Small world.

Teeny-tiny. Speaking of,

are you sure you never
inspected buildings

Terrence Coleman worked on?

800 Rivington was my first
and only project

- with ColemanConstruct.
- Right.

But how about an entity
called Rovus Construction?

I'll remind you.

You approved

four projects
by Rovus Construction.

That's a company

technically owned
by Terrence Coleman's cousin.

Also approved,

six projects
for the Richmond Group Partners.

Coleman's aunt owns that one.

Uh, and eight projects
by Gloria Builders,

Coleman's 86-year-old mother.

Always excited to talk shop
with a tough old broad,

but Terrence Coleman handles
most of the day-to-day.

The guy's family
does a lot of business.

What's your point?

You get kickbacks
from any of those companies?

In exchange for rubber-stamping
Coleman's subpar work?

You can answer, or we'll
subpoena all of your records.

And I've got a structural
engineer on standby

waiting to open up every wall
you ever approved.

Your Honor, I request a recess.

The case against you's
being dropped.

Lasorta's being charged
with perjury, and Pratt

is in a whole lot of trouble
for attempting to bribe a juror.

Oh, my God. Thank you so much.

I think you know
what this means to me.

I do.

And for the record,

the right person is out there.

Someone who accepts
exactly who you are.

All the layers.

Says the woman
whose husband cheated

with approximately
5,000 call girls.

Well, what can I say?
I'm a hopeless romantic.

Congratulations on your win,
Mrs. Kingston.

Thank you, Mr. Kingston.

You know,
I could have been Shae.

Married to the job.

I never thought I'd find anyone

who accepted all of me.

And then we had
our ice cream date.

A lot of good it did me.

Oh, Edwin.

I'm sorry
I had to postpone our plans.

Are we on for this weekend?

-Well, if nothing else comes up.
-Like...?

Who knows?

Perhaps a strong wind.

And barring that strong wind?

I'll be there.

And will my apology be accepted?

Let's see how the date goes.

Hey.

Heard someone had a big win
in court today.

Not my case, I wouldn't know.

So, are we having drinks
in the lobby?

I'm sorry, I'm-I'm waiting
for my cousin.

Oh, so I'm meeting
your whole family, huh?

Oh, no, you weren't supposed to,

but... this guy's
always late, and I...

Ooh, watch who you're
talking about, young man.

Man, I was about to file
a missing persons report.

Well, you go ahead and you
do that. You got my keys?

Thanks for loaning me a car.

Olympia, this is Langston.

Pleasure to meet you. Langston.

Olympia.

Nice to meet you.

All right,
we're heading to dinner.

Y'all have fun.

I gave you a specific directive.

You did.

But I exonerated Shae,

which is better for the firm.

And a city inspector was
involved in a kickback scheme.

So we're heading for a windfall
in the Blanca Suarez case.

The victim's families
will be paid handsomely.

Jacobson Moore
will be paid handsomely.

Looks like things
worked out this time.

But remember, warnings
are subtle. Responses are not.

Good work, Madeline Matlock.

What?

Well, clearly,

the Wolf is not used
to people disobeying

-his orders.
-No, no, no, no.

Repeat what he said
about warnings.

"Warnings are subtle.
Responses are not."

And listen to this.

"Today on the phone, he said,

'Remember, warnings are subtle.
Responses are not.'"

It wasn't Senior who paid Priva
a visit. It was the Wolf.

He was actively involved
in the cover-up.

Which means we just have to turn
Senior's most trusted

and loyal henchman against him.

No problem.

As long as it's
after my anniversary, okay?