All language subtitles for Matlock.2024.S01E13.WEB

- Previously...
- The law firm Jacobson Moore

hid documents that could've
taken opioids off the market

ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives
that could've saved.

Including our daughter's.

Shae alerts Senior
that it's in discovery.

Senior's out of the country
and calls Julian.

So, we have to
prove that he was

in that document room
14 years ago.

Do you have a key card? That way
I can track your movements.

You just tap this?
Yeah, and then
enter the date.

I assume you have a plan

for snagging Julian's key card?

I sure do.

Simone has been my nemesis

since...
Since law school.
You mentioned.

I could explain the difference

in detail, over a drink.

I don't have other hangs,
but you can keep hanging.

Would it be okay if we
checked in in a month?

What are you doing?
You told me you couldn't
find the email.

I just needed
some more time to think.

So I don't let you think?

Not when your mind is made up.
You're a bull in a china shop.

Do you blame me...
for Ellie's death?

It's just that if we hadn't
pushed so hard for custody...

It wasn't "we," Edwin.

It was me.

Oh, it's fresh.

Nice.

Okay, now smell the inside.
Do I have to?

Well, according to HR, no,
but please?

I didn't know Easter
was such a big deal around here.

I mean, aren't 60%
of the partners Jewish?

Well, it's been rebranded
as "Family Day,"

and technically, the bunny
is a nondenominational rabbit.

Senior insists
on the egg hunt

because he loves wearing
this damn costume.

If anything is off,
he'll blame me.

Do you blame me
for Ellie's death?

It's just that if we hadn't
pushed so hard

for custody...

Do you blame me?

Sometimes.

I just, I just
meant the timing.

Not that y...
It's okay.

I blame myself.

Part of the reason
I'm doing all this, I guess.

I noticed you were a bookworm,

and I just wanted
to say thank you

for helping me
find my purse the other day.

I don't usually accept gifts
for performing

the duties of my job...

Well, you're gonna have to make
an exception on account

of my Southern hospitality.

Actually, ma'am, what
I was gonna say was...

I'll make an exception.

Aw.

What a sweet angel
you got there.

Will I get to meet her
on Family Day?

After the guard change
at 3:00 p.m.

- 3:00 p.m.
- That'll be my window.

I'll sneak in,
grab the printouts

of Julian's whereabouts the
day the documents went missing

and prove he was the
one who stole them.

Oh, God.

Bitsy again?

I don't have the energy
to talk to my sister.

Oh, I get it.
She's, uh, she's a lot.

Tell me about it.

Oh.

Boy, she really wants us
to come for Easter.

Are you sure
you wouldn't like to go?

Get a change of scenery, have
some of her famous peach pie?

Bitsy's diabetic now.
It's sugar-free.

Alfie always has a good time.

Matlock. Bringing your rugrat

to Family Day?

Oh, I don't think
Alfie's that kind of kid.

Oh, every kid's that kind of kid

once they meet
the nondenominational bunny.

Okay, now,

talk to me about Slamm'd.

The class is certified.
Great lead plaintiff.

We start trial next week.

I'm not loving how much of
the firm's money you've spent.

Drop in the bucket.
We're looking good.

This is the case
that's winning me partner.

Let's hope you're right.

Ugh, but you should
bring Alfie.

It'll be fun.

And I want to get to know him.

I feel like
it's the one part of your life

that's still a mystery.

- Do you think
- I should bring Alfie?

To Family Day
or to your sister's?

'Cause I've lost track.

Both, either. I'm just trying

to weigh the pros and cons,
you know?

I just don't want to be...

A bull in a china shop?

I-I didn't mean
what I said last night.

Darling, are you sure
you can handle

being Matty Matlock today?

You could call in sick,
uh, take a personal day.

I'm not sure that's true, Edwin.

Besides, it's
like my friend

Cindy Shapiro said,

"When you got money,
you can wallow.

Without it, you got to swallow."

What does that even mean?

Means I got to pull up
my big-girl pants,

get ready for Family Day.

Family Day is a stress migraine

waiting to happen.

You don't like children.
Shocking.

I like the ones with advanced
reasoning capabilities

and expansive verbal skills.

Not the ones
with sweaty chocolate hands.

What if Kira's
super into Family Day?

Then I am in
the damn bunny costume.

Anything to soften the
ground before the talk.

Three days.
Hey, you could push it.

Nope, it's already
in my calendar. Also, it's time.

Billy, I like her,
we hang out constantly,

and I want to know
where we're at.

You know?
Stop talking. She's coming.

As always, you're talking.

Are they gone?

Because I don't want to
look upset but, like,

why are they together
and what was that?
Okay.

I'm guessing Simone needed
tech support. And stop smiling.

And calm down.
Trust me,

you've got nothing
to worry about

with Simone and Kira.

It's my sister.

She's wondering
if we're still working

on the Slamm'd class action.

Look at this.

"Half energy drink,
half best time ever.

Five shots in one."

And they put it
in a splashy font

aimed directly at kids
and alcoholics.

Okay, we got something
potentially interesting...
It's gonna be big. Honestly...

One at a time.
Uh, there was an incident

off Fordham's campus
a couple nights ago.

Sorority girl named Violet
suffered a heart attack

after someone spiked
her drink with...

Slamm'd. Sorry.

Floor is Billy's.
Thank you.

She's in the hospital,

and they're charging the
girl who allegedly did it,

Zoey Santos,
with felony assault.

My sister texted me. They're
bringing her into the station

for questioning now.
Does she have a lawyer?

Let's walk through the events
of the night, starting with...

She won't be answering
any more questions.

Let me guess.
You're her lawyer?

I need some time alone
with Ms. Santos, please.

And you can take your
notepad with you.

You're not getting a
confession out of her.

Zoey,

I'm Olympia Lawrence.
This is my team.

I-I can't afford a lawyer.

I'm on scholarship.
My parents don't live here.

Well, that's fine, because
we're taking your case pro bono.

Why would you do that?

I'm gonna tell you
the truth, Zoey.

And in exchange, I
would like the truth

from you, too, okay?

This drink, Slamm'd,

that put Violet in the hospital
is evil,

and it needs to be
off the market.

It's hurt a lot of people,
it's aimed at kids like you,

and it's got
to be stopped.

And I've got
a big class action lawsuit

where I plan on doing just that.

But if you are charged,
let alone found guilty,

well, that puts the
fault on the person

and not the product,
which will hurt my case.

So I need to prove

that you are innocent.

I-I didn't put Slamm'd
in the cup.

Okay? I don't ever
serve that stuff.

Are you engaging me
as your lawyer?

Okay, hang tight.

I'm gonna go see
what we're up against.

You two, get your hands

on the police report
from the night of the incident.

And Matty will help you
reach your parents.

Hey, Zoe, you
can trust Olympia.

She's in your corner.

Thanks for
meeting me so quickly.

You, uh, clearly have
a lot on your plate.

Yeah, only about
73 other clients,

with more incoming each week.

Oh, wow. Ooh, beautiful family.

Came with the frame.

No time for a life.

Even more reason for me
to unburden you

from having to charge
Zoey Santos.

It was an accident.

A terrible one,
but obviously not a crime.

It's the product itself
that's dangerous, not Zoey.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

I got interviews from
over a dozen sorority sisters

confirming that
she and Violet had

a huge fight that night.

Apparently, Violet stole
Zoey's boyfriend.

Boom, motive.

I don't know about "boom."

Your client also knew about
Violet's heart condition.

Uh, Ms. Chapter
President herself

organized the Heartsmart
Sisterhood Charity Run

held by the sorority
last summer.

We got mens rea and causation
all over the place.

And you know
what they say:

a video is worth a
thousand convictions.

And I have one, of your client
handing Violet a cup

and pressuring her to...

"Chug that drink."

The very drink that ended up
sending her into cardiac arrest.

I-I know you're new
to this office.

What's the tell?

The ambition, which I respect,

by the way,
but look...

you don't want
your first kill

to be a piddly little squirrel.

You want a big,

juicy bear.

Zoey wanted to get Violet drunk.

That's all.

I mean, you remember
college, right?

Best I can do
is offer you a plea.

Come on.

Your entire case
is circumstantial.

Zoey has
a clean record.

She is a child
who made a mistake.

What...

A.D.A. Park.

Got it. Bye.

That little mistake
just killed a girl.

Violet's dead?

She can't be. No.

Zoey, you have to listen to me,

because the next part's
very important.

Do you understand?

The D.A. is gonna charge you
with manslaughter.

In about 60 seconds, the
police are gonna come

through that door and
they're gonna arrest you.

They're gonna take you
to booking and fingerprint you,

photograph you,

search you, everywhere.

We're gonna get you out
as soon as possible.

Just do not say a word
to anyone.

Okay. Here we go.

Oh, no, no, no, please.

It'll be okay.
Please.

Please.

We know it's been
a rough night for you,

but, darling, your dad
will be here any minute.

This can't be happening.

Zoey, we need to know exactly

what happened in your room
that night.

We're not allowed to drink
in sororities,

but I'm 21,
so I keep a stash in my closet.

What is a "Zoey Zinger"?

The girls said that you
served it to them that night.

Rum, strawberry lemonade,
Sour Patch Kids.

Any Slamm'd in a Zoey Zinger?

No. No. No way.

Gets you way too drunk
way too fast.

I've seen so many people
black out.

I do not mess with it.

We're gonna need
a list of every girl

who partied with you
in your room that night.

Let's subpoena credit card,
debit card statements,

see if we can figure out who
brought Slamm'd in the house.

Now, tell us about Grant.

My ex?

He cheated with Violet,
but-but to think

that I would hurt Violet
because of that...

Like, I just want
to go back in time.

I just want to...

I just want to not
have people over

or-or not serve drinks.

Anything, anything to
change what happened.

Do you blame me
for Ellie's death?

It's just that if we hadn't
pushed so hard for custody...

Do you blame me?

Dad?

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah.

I just--
It's... all that regret.

And I just feel so...
so bad for her is all.

It's--
Bunch of bad facts to counter.

Worst one is
the lab results

prove there was Slamm'd
in Violet's drink.

And Zoey handed her that drink.
It's on camera.

But how did the cops get
Violet's cup to begin with?

I mean, did they
let them in?

You thinking Fourth Amendment?

The police wrote
they knocked on the front door

a few times
but nobody heard them.

Then we need a Mapp Hearing.

Mapp Hearing. Whoa.

Mentor/mentee
mind meld.
Mmm.

How is this an unlawful search?

It says right here
that a young woman,

who identified herself
as... Kahlua...

Keely Walsh, Your Honor.
Nickname Kahlua.

Lovely. Well, she escorted

the officers up, so where's
your illegal search and seizure?

Downstairs, Judge,
when the cops let themselves in.

Pre-Kahlua, if you will.

And because
sorority houses

are considered
to be private dwellings,

that cup and
its contents

constitute unlawfully

seized evidence,

and it must be suppressed.

Seems open and shut. Mr. Park?

It does, Your Honor,
if it weren't for this.

Apparently, the ladies
of Chi Sigma Pi

held a semester-long
clothing drive,

as advertised in this flyer.

And as you can see,

they encourage
members of the public

to drop off clothes.

That doesn't mean
that anyone can just barge in.

Actually, it does.

I-I know the bubble letters
are hard to read.

The hearts here,
they're actually O's.
Mm.

But it literally says,
"Come on in.

Door will be
unlocked all day."

For the purposes
of donating clothes.
Doesn't matter.

Once the residents negated
the expectation of privacy

by granting access
to the public at large,

the police had every right
to enter

without a warrant or permission.

Agreed.

The evidence stays in.

It's you.

You're the bear.

Ooh, cute.
Should I get one, too?

Matching mentor-mentee
bear... things?

It's a declaration of war.

A war we are currently losing
because the damn A.D.A.

has got it out for me.

Okay, you two
set up interviews

through the university.

There were 19 sorority girls

who were in and out
of that room.

We are looking
for anyone who saw

anyone touch Violet's cup.

Matty and I will
wade through discovery.

On it.

Copy you.

Okay. We need to find our angle.

What are you thinking?

You first.

Matty.

Is everything okay?

Oh. Yeah.

Just... home stuff.

Like?

Do you blame me?

Do you blame me?

It has recently
come to my attention

that I can be a bit of a bull
in a china shop at times.

Yeah.

That's what I love about you.

Well, it has its downsides.

Name one.

When we have more time.

Oh, Lord.

I hope these aren't
all kissy face selfies.

Oh, oh, oh, y-you're
not gonna believe this.

Sarah thinks you got
something going on with Kira.

You're doing it
on purpose.

She's too easy.

You have to stop.

Fine. Done.

No, no, no, no.

I meant stop
torturing Sarah, huh?
Oh.

However,

I do have to go.

Mm-hmm.

Counselor, may I request
a continuance?

Billy. Where were you?

Bathroom.
For that long?

I told you not to have
that third latte.

Okay. Boundaries.
Sorry, I need your help.

There are 19 sorority girls
down there

leaving self-tanner
all around the firm.

Okay.

Did you tell them
no pictures?

I can't.
I'm scared.

I mean, hello?

Do these faces
not terrify you?

What is that?
What?

That. Is that lipstick?

Oh. Um, must be from my sister.

Your sister kisses your neck?

A hug.
Uh...

I was in transit.

Let's get started.

Mm.

Kennedy?

Kennedy O.?

Could you run us through
the night of the party?

Oh, it wasn't a party.

Just a pregame after
the big/little reveal

before the mixer.

Great.

Can you define
all those words please?

So, older girls, big sisters,
are assigned a little.

And you know who you're
paired with at the big reveal

because you're all
wearing matching pajamas.

I got Steph.

Kennedy is the absolute best.

I was freaking out
when I found out she's my big.

Violet was my little.

I was just telling my mom
how much I loved her.

I can't believe
she's gone.

And who was
Zoey's little?

Meg. Hi.

Hi.
Hi.

I can't believe this.

Don't worry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

No selfies.

So, um, that night...

Everyone was in their jammies.

Kennedy had ours monogrammed.
"B" for "big," "L" for "little."

Who brought
the Slamm'd in?

No idea. That stuff is poison.

No one drinks Slamm'd.
We know what it does.

Did you see anyone
touch Zoey's drink?

Well, I didn't watch
like a creepy stalker.

You're cute.

Thank you.

Did you see anyone
touch her drink?

No.

But my mom would die
if I dated a lawyer.

That's not
lipstick-on-collar girl, is it?

So the D.A.'s case
is circumstantial,

which means we need
character witnesses for Zoey.

Right, well,
it probably shouldn't be me

just because of what happened
with Steph.

Zoey gave me a strike
for my bracelet

being of inadequate quality.

It was missing a single pearl.

And she publicly announced it
to humiliate her.

It was evil.

But it's nothing

compared to how
she treated Violet.

What do you mean?

How did she treat her?

Apparently, Zoey tortured
Violet for months.

Lindsey said that she was
"almost violent, no cap,

at the Rep Your Hometown
date dash."

Oh, no, you're confused.
That was during

Mister for your Sister.
But it was bad.
Mm.

And none of the 19 girls
saw anyone else

besides Zoey touch Violet's cup?

Nope. And even worse?

All 19 girls think
Zoey did it.

I didn't hear you
get in last night.

Another doozy
of a case.

Sorority girl who hasn't
been acting very sisterly.

Oh.
I misjudged her.

Another mistake.

Everybody makes them.

Tell me,

should I bring Alfie
to Family Day or not?

Pros? Cons?

He'd be very useful.

Create a diversion
at the shift change.

Cons?

It's a lot for a kid.

Bitsy.

I texted her we're not coming.

She keeps asking me, "What's
going on up there in New York?"

Well, imagine if you told her.

Stop. Not funny.

So what are you thinking?

About Alfie?
The firm?

You're supposed to say no way

and make the damn decision
for me.

Matty,

in your life, you have made
thousands of great decisions.

And I trust you.

You are going
to have to let this go.

How?

Ellie was going to overdose.

Maybe not that day,
but it was going to happen.

We had prepared for it
for years.

So don't blame yourself.

Blame the opioids.

I'll bring him.

To Family Day?

Yes. That's great.
I can't wait to meet him.

Don't expect much.

You know, Alfie's quiet
and mostly just grunts.

The twins can
talk to a rock.

I mean it.
I've seen them.

Has anyone seen
a nondenominational bunny head?

Well, that's a sentence
you don't hear every day.

The costume,
the bunny head is missing.

Oh.
Senior's gonna freak.

Good riddance.

You okay?
Yeah.

Thank you for checking,
but not your problem anymore.

Who does your ex want to murder?
Peter Rabbit or Thumper?

Family Day is pretty
triggering for Julian.

When he was eight,
he came to Family Day,

and Senior told him that
he was divorcing his mother.

Didn't even take
the damn bunny suit off.

Oh.
Yeah. Proper reaction.

Uh-oh.

What's happened?

A liquor store near campus
has a scan of Zoey's I.D.

Along with
a time-stamped receipt

indicating that she bought
a can of Slamm'd with cash.

At the bare minimum,

this puts the smoking gun
in your hands.

Someone must've taken my I.D.

I keep it in the top drawer.
Everyone knows that.

Zoey, when we agreed
to help each other,

it was based on
you being honest.

Your sorority sisters
said that you were

basically torturing Violet

in the weeks leading up
to her death?

It's true. Yeah.

But...

I was just
so mad at her.

I-I didn't buy
the Slamm'd,

I-I didn't put it
in that cup, but...

I did make
her life miserable.

And I will never
forgive myself for that.

Ever.

Okay.

Zoey, let's go over again
what you did that day.

Woke up at 9:30,
you went to brunch.

What else?
Uh, I-I took a nap, I showered,

went for a run,

started the pregame at 6:00.

I didn't go to
the liquor store that day.

Okay, is there anyone
who can corroborate your nap

or your run?
No.

Oh, wait, I did take
some selfies in the park.

Okay, see? It even has the time.

You have to believe me.
I didn't do this.

Now, according to
the liquor store receipt,

the can of Slamm'd was purchased
at 3:47 p.m.

And her selfie was taken in
front of the Botanical Gardens

at 3:28 p.m.

So could Zoey have gotten from
the park to the store in...

In 19 minutes?
It would be close.

Close isn't good enough.
We need to know for sure.

You mean... run?

Not it.

Who keeps texting you?
Is it that girl

who left a lipstick stain
on your collar?
There's no girl.

You have three tells.
You just did them all.

Fine.
I met someone.

I knew it! Who is it?

Or just tell me
her initials,

and I'll track her down
anywhere in North America.

And that's why I put her
under a code name in my phone.

Two blocks away. Dig deep.

No, I don't believe someone else
was using Zoey Santos's I.D.

I checked it myself.
I'm very careful.

But there's no surveillance
footage at the liquor store?

Our cameras aren't working, no.

Oh. That's too bad.

Entered into evidence,

this report detailing
dozens of violations

your store received
in the last year

for selling to minors
using other people's I.D.s.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Park.

Your witness.

Sorry, Your Honor.

I was riveted by that report.

Now, it does appear
that the liquor store

is pretty loosey-goosey.

Mr. Cane,
do you have

a unique clerk I.D. number

that you have to enter
for every sale?

I do. 442.

Got it.
So, here's that same list

of citations
cross-referenced

with clerk I.D. numbers.

Can you tell me
if any of those sales

correspond to yours, 442?

No.

So you were not
the clerk on shift

for any of those illegal sales?

No. Like I said, I'm careful.

Thank you, Mr. Cane.

How'd it go?
Did you find anything?

We have tested
every possible method to get

from the Botanical Gardens
to the liquor store-- running,

yellow cab, Uber, Citi Bike.

It is physically impossible
to do it in 19 minutes.

Zoey is telling
the truth about her I.D.

She didn't buy that drink.
Yeah. So who did?

Are you sure
you're okay?

I can't be there
the whole time

because I got to
go to court.

I'm 13, not ten.

And plus, we've been over the
plan, like, a thousand times.

Shift change at 3:00,

I'll signal you
when Lucius leaves,

then I'll tell the new guard
that I lost my wallet.

What if there's not enough time
for me to get the printout?

Then I'll throw a fit or run.

Come on,
why are you so nervous?

This is what we do. M.W.B.S.P.

M.W.B.S.P.

Those are the girls

who are underage
who could pass for Zoey.

One of them
must've used her I.D.

Okay, go through all of
the photos from the party.

See if one of them was
anywhere near the cup

- that Violet drank from.
- Everyone...

Oh!
...this is
my grandson, Alfie.

Oh.
Alfie,
this is Billy, Sarah

and Olympia.

We have heard so much
about you.

It's great to
finally meet.

Can I get the Wi-Fi?

Alfie.

Teenagers.

Can't live with 'em,
can't abandon 'em in the woods.

There's an open network
for guests.

Cool.
Hey, do you
want to help us...

He's so cute.

Find anything
in the photos?

Nothing. And we looked
through them all twice.

Look a third time.
I have to grab my kids.

Again? I have these
pictures memorized.

I mean, these sisters
are clearly focused

on the appearance of sisterhood,
not actual sisterhood.

I mean, Lindsey
was basically

calling Zoey a tyrant,
and now they're hugging?

That's a live photo.

Oh, come on.

I'm old, not dead.

We have to go through them
all again

from the very beginning.

Uh, maybe there's
something we missed.

Attention, everyone.

Attention!

No running,
no yelling,

no stealing each other's
nondenominational eggs.

And if anyone finds
a bunny head,

you get a great,
big prize.

And the stairwells
are off limits

because you can't get
out of there without a key card.

Okay?

So, calmly...

we are walking.

Begin. Oh, no. Hey.

Careful. Careful, please.
Oh, my God. Wow.

Just stop. That's not for...
Oh, my God.

Stop that. Don't. That's not
for, that's not for you.

Lucius.

Oh. I-I can't believe
they let you out early.

Yeah, Robin
just said that

she'll work a double,
so I can hang out

with my princess
the whole time.

I-- That's my cue. Sorry.

Have fun.

So no shift change?

Well, guess we're not
doing it today.

I could go rogue.

Don't you dare.

Help us look, Dad.

Uh, okay.

Well, uh, well, there are
no eggs under the desk.

That's for sure.

That one's mine!

Found something.

No way.
That's an egg!

What's in there?

Uh, nothing.

Um, no eggs.

Maybe check under
Mom's chairs.

Here's one.

Anything?

No eggs in here.

I hate today.

Wait.

Stop.
What?

Look at that.

Your witness, Ms. Lawrence.

Steph, you said
on direct that Zoey

likes to embarrass people.

Yes. That's true.

Did she embarrass you by

giving you a strike
in front of the whole sorority

for a missing pearl
in your Chi Sigma Pi bracelet?

Yeah.

I cried. A lot.

Kennedy was the one
who helped me get through it.

The same Kennedy
who ran and lost

to Zoey for chapter president
last fall?

Yes.

How old are you and Kennedy?

I'm 19 and Kennedy is 20.

So neither one of you
are old enough

to legally purchase alcohol.
You'd have to use

somebody else's I.D.

Yes, but I didn't.

You said Kennedy made you feel
better. How did she do that?

She took me out for Froyo,
she blasted Destiny's Child

'cause I love
the oldies,

and she switched
bracelets with me,

so the next time we have
inspections, I'd pass.

Again, because your bracelet

was missing a pearl?

Yes.

This is a photo,

which has already
been admitted,

taken that night of the party.

The photo was live,

and we noticed something
in the background.

We can see

there is clearly
a missing pearl.

So, is that your hand

reaching into
Zoey's drawer

to put back her I.D.?

Or Kennedy's?

Uh, I'm not sure.

No? Let me help.

So the matching
pajamas that

you and Kennedy wore that night
for the big/little reveal

was monogrammed.

"L" for "little"
and what was the other letter?

"B."

For "big."

"B" for "big."

So Kennedy stole the I.D.
and bought the Slamm'd.

Objection.
But Zoey had
no idea what Kennedy

had done and gave
the cup to Violet.
Your Honor!

You want to tell the judge that
you're dropping the charges,

or should I?

Zoey.

Everyone knows the truth now.
You'll be okay.

Maybe I didn't
spike her drink,

but I still
handed her that cup.

If I'd given it
to someone else,

anyone else, if I hadn't
told her to chug...

Darling, you can't live
in the what ifs.

You have to keep
moving forward.

How?

You are going to
have to let this go.

How?

All hail the
conquering heroes.

It's like Bugs Bunny
had a bender in Vegas.

Hopefully my grandson
didn't do this.

Where is he at?

Mommy!

Mommy, I got Peeps!
I got chocolate bunnies!

I had more!

And how much sugar have you had?

I tried to limit it,
uh, and I failed.

Clearly.

Thank you.
For what?

Well, I-I don't know.

I'm-I'm sure my dad
is hopping mad.

I can't believe you stole
the bunny head for me.

You know you really
didn't have to...

Oh, no, I did. It was fun.

And, you know, married or not,
we're still family.

Well, you keep
this kind of stuff up,

and I'm gonna feel really bad
when I destroy you

- in the partner race.
- Ooh, now, see, that is where I show no mercy.

Has anyone seen my grandson?

He's not answering any
of his texts or calls.

I mean, it's-it's been an hour.
I mean, he always answers.

It's okay. We'll find him.
I'll call security.

Watch the twins?
Of course.

Don't worry, Matty.
We'll find him.

Okay, great.

Thank you.

Alfie?

Alfie?

Alfie?

He got himself stuck in
the off-limits stairwell.

That's why Stuart
makes the announcement.

Thank you, Robin.
I'm so sorry.

Alfie, go get your bag. You're
taking the bus home right now.

It's okay.

Did you get it?

Julian's whereabouts.

Sure did, kiddo.
You did great.

Shift change at 3:00.

I'll signal you
when Lucius leaves.

Guess we're not
doing that today.

I could go rogue.

Don't you dare.

Or you could give me
a five-minute

heads-up on
your way back,

then I could get stuck
in the stairwell.

Please? Can anybody hear me?

Please?

Thank you so much.

I-I-I'm so sorry.

I know we weren't
supposed to go in.

Yeah.

We weren't. What happened?

I-I-I'm so sorry.

Awesome.

Are you okay, though?

You seem, I don't know...

Oh, no, I'm fine. I just...

I've got stuff on my mind
about a case.

We nailed it.

Stuart!

Need my pillow!

Stuart?

Are you okay?

Threw my back out looking
for the damn bunny head.

Man.

Um...

Aging is a bitch.

Ain't that the truth?

Here you go.
Oh, thank you.

Just waiting for my edible
to kick in.

Edible? As in marijuana?

Yes, Nancy Reagan.
Haven't you heard?

It's legal.

And safer than half
the pharmaceuticals we rep.

Well, that's
for damn sure.

Want one?

Oh! Thank you, no.

No, no, no.

I haven't been on
the devil's lettuce since 1972.

Eh, well, come on back.

It's good for people like us.
People like us?

What do we got in common
besides brittle bones

and memories
of the moon landing?

We're both
pretty damn bullheaded.

I saw how you got
into this law firm.

Don't worry.
It's a good quality.

Most of the time.

Sometimes... there's damage.

Pot takes away the damage?

Oh, hell no.

Just changes
your perspective a little.

Lets some new thoughts in.

Hmm?

Give me a half.

Yeehaw!

Stuart! Get me another chair!

Let's ride.

Did I catch you
at a bad time?

Halfway through a Cadbury bunny?

Oh, I don't need chocolate.

I'm savoring
the taste of victory.

Some of Zoey's belongings
from the precinct.
Oh.

You didn't have to do that.

I know.

Just, uh, gave me
a chance

to observe you in your lair.
Mm.

Are you pressing charges
against Kennedy?

Considering it.
That makes no sense.

Kennedy was trying to hurt Zoey,

which makes Violet's death
an accident, not a crime.

Drop it.

So you can win
your class action?

Yeah. And get
this really bad product

off the market so that it
doesn't happen to another kid.

That's my bear,
and I'm about to slay it.

Find your own.

I already have.

First rule of hunting:
be patient.

Productive session, Counselor.

- I feel we advanced our case.
- Yeah.

We definitely explored several
useful avenues of inquiry.

Counselor.

I can't believe you waited
seven whole minutes after

our calendar invite
to come find me.

Look at you, relinquishing
control to the universe

and everything.

I wouldn't go that far.

So, um...

This is a status check.

What is our status?

Let me think.

What kind of status
did that feel like?

I don't need any more proof
to know that I am into you,

Kira.

It's hot, it's easy,

and we both agree
that pets are gross,

and your brain is
a national treasure.

So, no.

I'm all the way in.

Question is:

Are you?

To keep doing
what we've been doing?

In.

To keep doing
what we have been doing...

but only with each other.

Monogamous.

I have been thinking
about this so much.

And...
And?

And I... I'm just not
a monogamy person.

But that does not mean
that I am not

serious about us.

Would you ever consider

an open relationship?

Feeling anything?

Not really.

Except I love this song

more than I've loved
anything ever.

Couldn't resist.

So, uh, why did you want
a perspective shift?

Just, you know, regrets.

Woulda, coulda, shoulda.

Oh, yeah.

Those don't
serve you well.

So, you don't have any?

Didn't say that.

Had a big fight
with my little brother.

Said some things
I wish I didn't.

He died in a car wreck
the next day.

I'm sorry.

How'd you get past it?

Thought about revenge.

Then I remembered that quote:

"Before you seek revenge,
dig two graves."

So that's what I did.

Car manufacturer's in one,

tire company's
in the other.

Tell me that helped.

Hell yeah. Revenge is the best.

Take away the guilt?

Most of the time.

Every once in a while,
the guilt comes back up,

knocks me off my ass...

...I got to apologize.

Apologize to...?

To my brother. Hey, Doug!

Sorry we fought, even
though I was right.

And I wish you were here
so we could duke it out.

You got someone
to apologize to?

Try it.

Go on.

I'm sorry...

Oh, screw that.

Put some guts into it.

If you got regrets,
speak it from your soul.

I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry!

Ooh.

Sounds like someone heard you.

What?

I'm teasing, Matlock.

Oh, come on!

Oh, no.

Guess the rug rat needs me.

Oh.
Oh, God, I got to--

have to put myself together.

Get my head straight.

Where's the fun in that?

Grammy, I can't find my wallet.

What?

It must've fallen
out of my backpack

in Olympia's office.

Okay. Well, don't worry.

I'll get it.
No. You don't understand.

There's a library card
in that wallet

and a punch card for ice cream.

And not in Queens
where we fake live.

In Westchester.

I'm on it.

Hey, Matty.

Hey. Hi.

Um...

Alfie forgot his wallet.

Want some ice cream?

Why would I want ice cream?

Because you look
a little stoned, Matty.

Ice cream's my go-to.

And I heard

you were hanging out with Senior

and he had
his zero gravity chair out.

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

I just, uh...

I needed a fresh perspective.

Ah. Did you want to talk?

I'm okay.

Just moving forward.

I'm moving forward.

Yep, that's backwards.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh.

Darling, I've been
trying to reach you.

Sorry.
I fell asleep in the car.

This is delicious.

Oh, and you always said
sugar-free meant

free of joy.

Bitsy?

Oh, get in here and hug my neck.

Oh!

You've been
so damn distant lately.

Well, just this morning,
I was saying to Cindy Shapiro,

"Fudge it!
She's my big sister,

"and I'm gonna go to New York
and see what the heckadoody

she's up to."