All language subtitles for Matlock.2024.S01E14.WEB

- Previously...
- The law firm

Jacobson Moore hid documents

that could have taken opioids
off the market

ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives
that could have saved.

Including our daughter's.

My grandma loves these.
It's biological.

Next thing I know,
I'm standing smack-dab

in the middle of a Costco
with a four-pound bag.

Bitsy again?

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

She's a lot.

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 'em.

Talk to me about Slamm'd.

The class is certified,

great lead plaintiff.

We start trial next week.

Sorority girl named Violet

suffered a heart attack

after someone spiked her drink

with S...
Slamm'd!

Are you pressing charges

against Kennedy?

Considering it.

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.

Productive session, Counselor.

Feel we advanced our case.

Bitsy?!

Oh, get in here and hug my neck!

Oh!

And I was saying
to Cindy Shapiro,

"She's my big sister

"and I'm gonna
go to New York and see

"what the heckadoody

she's up to!"

Don't look behind you.
Pretend you're on the phone.

What's going on, Shae?
There was a mistake.

A temp in Wellbrexa's legal
department accidentally sent

over 342 pages that were not
supposed to be included.

Because they're outside
of discovery?

The pages should not
have been included.

I can't do anything illegal.
And I'm not asking you to.

I'm just telling you that if
those documents are scanned into

your system, Wellbrexa's opioids
are pulled from the market.

The company loses billions
in revenue,

and you lose millions in fees.

Tried calling your father,
but he's...

Australia, till
the end of the week.

Okay, enough with
the parking garage.

This isn't
All the President's Men.

It doesn't matter.
Wherever they met back then.

The biggest problem is we
don't know what the document is.

Oh, thank you so much.
I wasn't sure.

Okay, you know what,

don't get snippy with me

because you're annoyed
with your sister.

What could she possibly
be baking now?

Hasn't she already
made everything?

Let's focus.
Okay.

We have the timeline
from Julian's key card.

Yes, we do.

And I have to figure out
where he actually went

after he took the document.
Yeah. And what about motive?

Impressing his dad?
The money?

The mysterious half million
he used to buy the brownstone?

Mm, conjecture, Counselor.

Oh. Batten
the hatches.

Hurricane Bitsy's
making landfall.

You have two types of sage.

Tell me you eat
out of that garden every night.

Oh, yeah, we do.
We plop right down in the dirt

- and pop tomatoes.
- Well, you should.

I always say

the biggest trick the devil

ever pulled
is called

"farm to table."

And I'll tell you what,

I wish I was
his business partner.

Muffins?

Oh, after I get home tonight.

Oh.
A-As a reward.

Matty has a big class action
starting today.

Well, I'm sure your job's

real important
if you decided to move

cross-country and uproot Alfie.

Um, well,
as a matter of fact, it was

Alfie who inspired the move.
That's what he said.

But he clammed up tighter
than an oyster when it got

to specifics.

Butterscotch?

You know, I swore

I'd never eat 'em,

but then I
turned 60,

and there I was...

At Costco with a five-pound bag.

Yeah, you told me that story.

Well, I can never tell

if you're listening or not.

Well, okay,

I'm off to liberate
some wild peppermint

from your neighbor's yard.

She's here, use it as research.

Remember, Matty Matlock

does not exist without Bitsy.

Matty Matlock
has substance underneath.

My sister is a grown woman
named Elizabeth

who likes to be called
Itsy Bitsy.

I will keep her occupied.

And away from my office.

If Bitsy figures out
what we're up to...

She can't keep a secret.

And my hometown is fueled by...
Fueled by

deep-fried Twinkies and gossip.

I've got your sister.

I will also make sure the door
to the office is closed.

Lock it.
Uh, done.

You just figure out
where Julian went

once he had the document.

On it.

And did one of you make copies?

I got it right here.
Increased profit
posted a marketing change...

Okay, everyone breathe.
How?

It's game day and you have
everything riding on this case--

two years' worth of work,
millions in sunk costs,

our partner race...

Thank you for that.

Good luck with
your jury selection.

Are you really rooting for me?

Three-part answer.
As a human being, yes.

As your competitor
in the partner race,

no. But as
the person

who's going to win

said partner race...
Okay. I get it.

You always hit a joke too hard.

Everything okay?

Just a fly that needs swatting.

What's going on, Shae?

Did you hire the Glenroys
to do your jury work on Slamm'd?

Elijah's recommendation.
He worked with them years ago.

I'm the in-house
jury consultant, Olympia.

This makes me look bad.
That sounds like

a "you" problem.
This is an important case

and I needed a new dynamic.

Plus, there's two of them.

You fell for
the husband-wife schtick?

I believe they're siblings.

Look, Olympia.

Hm?
Can we just
clear the air

about what happened?

You mean with my husband?

Pass.

I've had enough people
hand me their guilt.

You can keep yours.

Today is about my client.

I got to admit, I got some
serious game day nerves.

Worse than my football days.
I get it.

This is two years
of your life.

But you're in such a
great place now, Tucker.

Which we need you to hide.

You are the face of this
lawsuit, and court is theater.

Curtain goes up
when jury selection begins.

Your pain needs to stand in
for the entire class.

That's why you're
the named plaintiff.

So even if something's
hilarious, no laughing.

Small smiles are fine.
Which is why I
specifically said

"no laughing," not "no smiles."

I'm getting brother-sister.

I'm getting married
but unhappy.

I'm getting exhausted.

We need to reject anyone
who leans libertarian

from our panel, anyone
who might blame

the person over the product.

We'd like to dismiss
juror number nine.

Subgroups to dismiss,
including anti-vaxxers,

end-of-day preppers, anyone
liking social media posts

with the word "militia."

We'd like to dismiss her, yes.

And anyone who's ever been sued,

either at work or at home.

We'd like to dismiss Juror 23,

and thank you so much
for your service.

We'll be researching as you go.

Remember, one bad juror

can poison the whole well.

My last challenge.

Get rid of 31.

Agreed. 32 looks good,

college-age daughter.

Counselor?

Uh, yes,
we'd like to dismiss 31.
All right.

Juror 31, you may go.

And since both parties
are out of challenges,

I will seat Juror 32.

Congratulations on completing

jury selection.

We will begin opening statements
after lunch.

Has Shae been there

the whole time?

The whole time.

Mentee assignment for today.

Yeah?

Keep her away from me.

And I get that
there are two of them,

but now do you understand
why Olympia

needs to talk to me?

Sarah come on,
this is beyond...

You're wearing earbuds?

You are persuasive
and I am susceptible,

so I am listening

to Pride and Prejudice
and like Elizabeth Bennet,

I am holding my ground.
Sarah...

You are not to approach Olympia.

End of story!
This is...

Matty!

I need your help.

Ironic. Unfortunate.

Look, I know
we've had our issues, but...

Will you please put that
phone down and listen to me

for one minute? It's about
Olympia's class action.

Ladies and gentleman
of the jury, you are

about to see how Slamm'd

engaged in a
methodical,

multi-million-dollar
marketing campaign.

And yes,

part of that marketing campaign

included promotional events.

But their influencers were given
a safety speech to recite

word for word.
One that required

consumers to be over 21
and to drink responsibly.

But they didn't want
you to drink responsibly.

Because they had flavors
called Blasted Blueberry

and Wasted Watermelon.

Yes, my client
leaned into the fun.

Yes, they used social media.

But again, they targeted...

People like my client,
Tucker Hoth.

Went to Alabama
on a football scholarship.

Drank Slamm'd one night
his freshman year of college,

blacked out, next thing
he knows, he's jumping

- out of a moving car.
- And now

he can't walk.
Yes.

And that is terrible.
Yes.

But we have sold millions
of cans of Slamm'd.

And we've only had one person
jump out of a moving car.

Because it's not the can,
it's the consumer.

Tucker Hoth made

- a series of bad choices.
- And his

choices, ladies and gentleman
of the jury,

were taken away

because of how quickly
Slamm'd worked

- and how dangerous it is.
- Slamm'd is a

perfectly safe beverage.

Any misuse or abuse

is the sole responsibility
of the person,

not the product.

Thank you,
Your Honor.

Ready to call your
first witness, Ms. Lawrence?

We're gonna need a minute.

Oh. Uh, sorry.

What's going on?

Shae found something
that Hayden and Alli missed.

Juror 32 had a blog
written under a pseudonym.

It's problematic.

How problematic?

Kind of problematic that
could sink our whole case.

Ms. Lawrence cannot
seriously be asking

to remove a juror after
opening statements.

I can if he
misrepresented himself.

Dozens of posts

from a libertarian
Reddit board,

two specifically citing

"a litigious society where
people won't take responsibility

for their own stupidity."

You really think he had
a nefarious plan to infiltrate

our jury so that your client
wouldn't get a settlement?

Despite not knowing ahead
of time what the case was about?

No, but once he found out
what it was about,

he lied to get on the jury.

Let's talk to Juror 32.

You can't alienate him
in case the judge decides

to keep him on the jury.
I know.

So just ride the line,

keep your eyes on the
judge the whole time.

I made those posts pre-Covid.

Then my cousin died
during the pandemic,

changed my whole point of view.

Got it. Although,
your posts stopped

a week after
you were fired,

so I'm just checking
to make sure

you didn't stop
posting in case

your opinion clashed
with a future employer?

No. Like I said,
changed my views. Happens a lot.

I used to love Nickelback,

now they make my ears bleed.

I was totally honest
on my questionnaire,

I promise.

I'm prepared to proceed
unless you have

further questions, Ms. Lawrence.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

I cannot believe I'm stuck
with a lying libertarian

on my jury.

I'm hoping pastrami
can make up for Alli and Hayden.

I'm sorry.

They came through
for me at my old firm.

My fault, too.

I should have
just gone with Shae.

We'll have to figure this out
over pastrami.

Uh, "we"?
The best way
to make it up to me

is to be part of the solution.

I can't lose this, Elijah.

I've got over
a thousand plaintiffs

counting on me, and now my job
is on the line, too.

Be my second chair.

Juror 32's blog contains

a lot of ideas
about men's rights, too.

Having you next to me
can't hurt.

Oh, that smile
means you're in?

Did I have
a choice?

No.

That's the tenth
text today

that's made you giggle.
I don't giggle.

Heard the "gig"
and the "iggle,"

and I know it's not
about the case.

Just a buddy of mine.

I'd believe you
if you had buddies.

Just tell me who
she is already.

No thanks, but if you're dying
to talk affairs of the heart,

I'm happy to talk about
you and Kira.

Just going with the flow

to see if I might
be open to being open.

"Might" is doing a lot of
heavy lifting in that answer.

I can't quit
Kira yet.

In addition to
excellent kissing,

she gives me the scoop
on complex webs of power

and hierarchy enforced through
corporate architecture.

What are you talking about?

A new single office
is opening up.

Not just any office,

Olympia's first one at the firm.

It's mentor-mentee fate.
That office is mine,

and I am the only one
who knows about it, so--

Please tell me that's not--

The application for the office.

Mrs. Belvin told me about it.

Also fate, I guess.

Fine, then we'll both go for it,

but we can't breathe a word of
it to anyone else, otherwise--

We'll be fighting off
every associate here. Deal.

Mm-hmm.

Where are you going?

To... run a quick errand
before the break's over.

What's the problem?

I can't find

the cream of tartar
in your pantry.

That is not an emergency.

No, but without it,

my baked Alaska's
gonna wind up looking more like

a baked Arizona.

Look, I'm at work right now.
You know,

while I've got your ear,
your spice drawer

has rosemary where
the thyme should be, and--

I've got to go.

Why're you whispering?

You're a spy now?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Just Alfie.

Oh, still not feeling right?

Yeah, he's got
an upset tummy.

He's gonna take the bus home.

Don't be ridiculous.

Send a company car for him.

Oh, no, I couldn't.
You could
and you should.

That's why we have the cars.

I told you,
you're important here, Matty.

Emailing as we speak.

Good.

That was close.

Which is half
the fun of being in

a secret office
relationship, no?

Well, Simone, my last
relationship started

when I was 16, so we
had to keep it secret

from my P.E. teacher.

Okay, the most important
thing's not to tell Sarah.

She'll try to get
in between us.

No, she wouldn't.

Okay, she would,
but I won't let her.

Well, you wouldn't
be able to stop it.

It's like your jury:

One person can poison the well.

And she's
your office mate.

Maybe not for long.

I'm working up
a new profile on 32.

Okay.
In the meantime,

give me ideas.
We need his sympathy.

What if we put
Kennedy on the stand?

The girl who poured

Slamm'd in a cup
and killed a sorority sister?

Don't know
that she's giving us sympathy.

No, she's giving us the fact

that she used
the product as intended

and killed someone because
it's inherently dangerous.

True. And she'd
never have brought it

into the sorority
if it was properly labeled.

I mean, she knew Violet
had a heart condition.

Yeah. Plus, Juror 32 does have
a college-aged daughter.

He might connect to Kennedy.

Did the ADA
drop the case against her?

Not yet, but that's
not going anywhere.

Call Kennedy,
see if she'll

talk to us.

We'll keep laying down
the foundation in court.

Dr. Wells,

as a biophysicist,
what sets Slamm'd

apart from other
canned alcoholic beverages?

Well, for starters, it contains
five times the alcohol

of similar products,
in addition to caffeine.

And what does
that combination do

to the human body?
Accelerates inebriation,

while the caffeine decreases
the body's ability

to metabolize and recover.

And why is that so dangerous?

A person's body won't
be able to feel the usual

warning signs associated
with excessive drinking

until it's way too late.

Can you read
the label for me, please?

"Five shots in one."

And can you turn
the can for me?

What does it say
there in neon yellow?

"Warning.
This contains caffeine."

Which feels pretty clear.

It is, but it
doesn't say how much.

It doesn't have to.

The Alcohol and Tobacco
Tax and Trade Bureau

only requires companies to state
if a beverage contains caffeine,

not how much it contains.

And, Mr. LaPorta,

as head of compliance
at Slamm'd,

do you follow
the letter of the law?

Absolutely. Our entire goal

is to ensure safety for the
people who drink our beverages.

So, why don't you list
how much caffeine's in it?

We considered it,

but studies
show people don't read

if there's too much fine print.
We wanted people

to focus on
how much alcohol there was

so they didn't get too drunk.

So you weren't
hiding something?
Of course not.

Look, we don't list how much
vitamin C is in it either,

but we've never been
dragged to court over it.

That juror is
eating this up.

Don't worry.
We're working on

a witness
who could help.

Olympia, Kennedy and her parents

are coming in in the morning,

but, uh, she
won't testify

unless she has complete immunity
for all future charges.

Call me back.

I'm about to find out, kid.

Okay,

I got the documents.
What now?

You get rid of them.

Forever.

A shredding room? No.

Yes, that's where he went.

So the document
is gone for good?

Seems that way.

Well, now what?

Not sure yet,
I'm just gonna go

stare at my board and pray
for inspiration to hit.

Are you sure you're
not avoiding your sister?

Well, okay, maybe
it is two birds--

Madeline,

what on the G-d's

good Earth is going on here?

So, now you know
what's going on.

I'd like to ask you
to remain calm.

I'm calm,

and I'd calmly
like to tell you

that this is worse than
when I walked into

Burt's man cave and
found the puppy scam.

Do not compare me
to your ex-husband.

I knew that he didn't have a
crate full of Havanese puppies,

and he knew
he didn't have

a crate full of
Havanese puppies,

and there he was,

promising everyone
Havanese puppies.

Because Burt was a psychopath.

He was a psychopath?

Hold on, here.

Oh, it's Cindy Shapiro.

You cannot tell her anything.

I know,

because this is a crime

and you could go to jail.

Nobody's going to jail.

I'm putting
together evidence,

and when I have enough,

I send it
to The New York Times

and let them
take it from there.

And if you
get caught before then?

Nobody's gonna press charges
against a little old lady.

A little old con man,

and you are no better
than Burt.

Don't take the bait.

Don't take the bait.

Burt took
innocent people's money

and slept
with call girls.

I'm trying
to right a wrong.

A web of lies
is a web of lies,

and someone's
gonna

get caught in
the middle of it,

and my guess
is Alfie.

This happens to be
important to Alfie.

He's just a kid.

He didn't
get to choose.

And you don't get
to weigh in on my family,

so don't go there. Again.

I made a mistake.

A mistake
is forgetting your keys.

I didn't know where
my little girl was for a week.

Ellie was safe.

She told me not to call.

She said she just wanted
to regroup after rehab.

Yeah, well, kids don't
get to choose, like you said.

She was 19.

I did my very best
to help, Madeline.

I loved her, too.

And none of this--
none of this--

is gonna bring Ellie back.

I know that.

But the people responsible
have to answer for it.

Until you know
what it feels like

to bury a child,

I don't need your opinion.

Yikes.

If I'd have known you were
coming, I would've tidied up.

You know,
put out some snacks.

Oh, no snacks needed,
I won't be long.

I just came because--

You need Kennedy on the stand
in your class action,

but she won't come
out of the shadows

until it's safe, meaning I stop
sniffing around with charges.

Exactly.

I get it. I do.

And as much as I'd love

to help you...
Oh, come on.

You have, what, 73 cases?

That's a good memory.

It's 84 now.

Make it 83.

This is not worth your time.

I'll owe you one.

You know the difference
between a favor and a debt?

A favor is just some vague,

open-ended obligation that
most people never make good on.

A debt can be
precisely calculated.

It demands equivalence.

And I'm loving
your deep thought,

but what does this have to do
with my case?

My office owes a debt
to Lydia Reed,

whose campaign contributions
fill its coffers.

Lydia Reed is insisting
that you prosecute Kennedy?

Her daughter is dead because
Kennedy gave her that drink.

She wants someone to pay.

Wait, who is

Lydia Reed?
Violet's mom.

And she owns half
the real estate in New York,

lots of political power.

Speaking of politics,
a new application was submitted

for that empty office,
according to Kira.

Yeah?
Yeah. Simone applied.

Weird.

OMG, you are the worst liar,
you obviously told her.

Me?
I saw you guys coming out
of a closet, Billy.

Fine. We're seeing each other.

Duh, why did you
keep it from me?

Because you both
don't like each other

and I didn't want you
to poison the well.

Impossible! It's already
full of toxic sludge.

Okay, Sarah.
Sorry, I just think

that you deserve
someone who doesn't try

to steal an office out
from under you, right, Matty?

Who's taking what office now?

Olympia's very first
office opened up.

It's small, on a floor
that hasn't been renovated,

but it's got a window--

R-Reno-Renovated?
- Yeah.

Floors 21 through 24 got
a remodel about five years ago.

Seven.

See? You don't even know
the history of Jacobson Moore.

I deserve it, right, Matty?
Mm-hmm.

Trust me, Olympia would want me
to have her old office.

Trust me,

Olympia doesn't care
about her old office.

The A.D.A. will drop the charges

if Lydia Reed backs off.

Why don't you go talk to Lydia

and we'll go talk to Kennedy?

I want to help.

I never meant
for any of this to happen.

What did you want, Kennedy?

For Zoey to get really drunk.

And-and embarrass herself.

I had no idea that Slamm'd
could kill someone.

Do you remember the first time
you heard about the drink?

It's okay,
just tell the truth.

Senior year of high school.

I got an invite

to a party over Snapchat
at a huge warehouse.

They were handing out free cans.

At a high school party?

They didn't specifically
say high school,

but a bunch of us went.

It was really fun.
But they took our phones.

Who did?

Like party promoter types?

We were all hooked.
Hooked as in...?

"Five in one" means

five times cheaper,
five times faster.

They kept saying that.

She's giving us brand
loyalty, targeting minors.

But she's not
testifying unless--

The D.A. drops the charges.
I know. We're working on that.

You have a gorgeous home,
Mrs. Reed.

I used to think so.

Now it's just
filled with ghosts.

The place Violet did
her homework,

the piano she played.

It gives me absolutely
no pleasure to tell you

I'm also a member
of the worst club on Earth.

I'm sorry.

I pressured Violet
into joining the sorority.

Can't blame yourself.
I can't not.

My Chi Sigma Pi sisters were
my lifelong friends.

One of Violet's killed her.

And I know you're angry
with Kennedy.

But she is not
the responsible party

and if you could tell
the D.A.--
No.

Stop.

You do not get to tell me

who to hold responsible
or how to grieve.

My daughter would be
alive if not for Kennedy.

I know, and--
And nothing!

If it were your child,

wouldn't you want
someone held responsible?

Not a drink. A person

who made a decision.

Exactly.

You need to leave.

Any luck? Is that girl
Kennedy testifying?

Were the charges dropped?
Unfortunately no.

But that's okay.

Tucker, we chose you
as our named plaintiff

because of your story.

You just have to tell it.
Though ten percent differently.

To appeal to our libertarian.
Not a big deal.

Just got to keep
Juror 32 in mind.
Exactly.

Take a little bit more
personal responsibility.

But I thought the whole argument
was it's the product,

- not the person.
- And it still is.

But now shaded
slightly differently.

"I wanted to get drunk,

"but also still be able
to make choices

'cause I believe in choices."

Come on, someone must have
snuck a phone into the party.

Agreed. We'll find it.

So, did you choose self-respect

and end things with Simone?

I did, actually.

You were right,
her snaking the office,

big red flag.

Hmm. I'm glad you came
to your senses.

Me too. Your turn.

Nope.
Oh, come on, Sarah,

you have to shut down

this whole
open relationship thing.

You're gonna hate it

and I'm not sure
your therapist has

the capacity to manage
the mental fallout.

Dr. Shaw can handle more
than you'd expect.

Heading to court.

Any progress finding the party?

No. And we tried

to track down details about it:

who sent out the invites,
who rented the venue,

did someone pull a permit.

But it was all a dead end.

Everything was paid for in cash.

Whoever threw this party was
very careful

with leaving no fingerprints.

That just means they're
definitely hiding something.

Keep looking.

We need evidence
that they threw parties

with minors and hid it.

Juror 32 won't be able
to deny that.

Tucker, were you
trying to get drunk

the night of the accident?

Yes, I was.

And I take full
responsibility for that.

Was your goal to get
blackout drunk?

Absolutely not.

I wanted to have fun.

And I wanted to be able
to make choices.

And is that
what happened?
No.

Can you tell us
what happened that night?

No, I can't because...

I still don't remember it.

I know that the day before,

I was the first in my family
to go to college.

The day before, I was
on a football scholarship.

And the day after that,
I woke up in a hospital.

I couldn't walk.

I was told I...

jumped out of a moving car.

Thank you.

Let's talk
about your party days.

You used to go
pretty hard, right?

I did.

But I was an athlete,
so never so hard

that I couldn't get up
and go to practice the next day.

Thatta boy.

And what about if you didn't

have practice, like the night
you won All State?

You mean my junior year
in high school?

You know what this is about?

No. And I do not like it.

Yup. Your junior year.

Do you remember what you yelled
to your teammates after you won?

Objection! Hearsay.

Withdrawn. Don't need
your actual words.

Just tell us about your attitude

towards getting drunk
that night.

Do you remember?

Not really.

That was, like, six years ago.

It's no problem.

Your Honor, since the witness
can't recall, hearsay can be

admitted in the form of
a recorded recollection.

And I happen to have one
right here.

Warriors! Let's get so blitzed

we don't remember tomorrow!

Let's do it! Yeah!

You did what you could
on redirect.

But it wasn't good enough.
Especially not for number 32.

Please tell me
you found something.

We found...
the start of something.

Three pictures of this rager

that a few of Kennedy's
friends were at.

And if you blow up the images,

those are cans of Slamm'd
before it hit the market,

when it was still in R&D.
Slamm'd listed

tons of parties they
threw in their discovery.

But not this one. They are
definitely hiding something.

Yeah, marketing
to underage kids, clearly.

Exactly.

Build brand loyalty
when they're young,

make Slamm'd the drink
of college campuses.

- Problem is, we're out of time.
- Then I go to the judge.

Convince him
those social media posts

lay the foundation
to bring in the kids

- who were at the party.
- Tough sell,

with no link between
the parties and Slamm'd.

Because Slamm'd is
hiding evidence!

Hiding evidence is
the epitome of evil.

We can't let them
get away with it.

You're right.

I'm calling the judge.

Peace offering?

I'm just working.

Do you care about this case?

For real?
Not just another ruse?

Well, a girl died for real.

A terrible product.
It's dangerous.

Got it.

Well...

I should have called you.

I just wanted
for Ellie to have

a little time after rehab.

The fact that you're still
justifying this,

having absolutely no experience

with addiction...

No experience?

We had the same mom, remember?

She got sober when you were
five years old.

Trust me,
you missed the bad run.

Oh, sure, if that's the story

you'd like to tell yourself.

That's what happened.

I told Mom to quit drinking

or I'd take you
to college with me.

So she quit drinking.
Well...

that's true,
but then you still left.

And-and Mom didn't deal
with anything,

she just baked and ate.

That was her new addiction,
and me. Why I didn't go

to Georgia State.

You, uh--

You applied to Georgia State?

Yeah.

Came home one day,
and found Mom

staring at my acceptance letter,
crying.

Well, if I had known,
I would have made you go.

Oh, no.
You were busy, had a life,

doing big important things,

making it rain.

I had the info,

I-I made a choice.

My point is, is that we all
deal with pain differently.

Mom with booze
and Ellie with drugs

and-and you with this thing.

It's not the same at all.

Do you think about it every day?

Lie in order
to do it?

Sacrifice relationships?

The thing is,
you've got

to feel pain.

Because eventually,
the distractions stop working.

They either wear out, or you do.

Bad news?

Yeah, we, uh...

we lost the hearing.

We've got this
great new evidence,

and the judge
won't let it in.

Huh. You know, I remember
when Cindy Shapiro missed

the deadline for the county fair

pie-baking contest,

and they wouldn't let her in,
and she went

to every important person
in town,

from the mayor to the pimp,
and no one could do anything,

or would do anything,
but, uh-- it's all the same.

So? How did she get it in?

'Cause I'm open to suggestions.

Well, unfortunately, she didn't.

I mean,
a deadline is a deadline.

Sandy Cloots

won with a pie crust
that was so soggy,

it was like chewing on a sponge.

But, oh-- here's what Cindy did.

She dropped off

a pie at the local
newspaper reporter's house

because she really
believed in it.

And the next week, her pie

was on the cover of the paper.

And to this day, you ask anybody
and they would say

Cindy won that contest.

So, deliver the pie elsewhere.

Deliver the pie elsewhere.

You're pretty smart,
you know that, Itsy Bitsy?

I've been trying
to tell you that for years.

We just found this video.

Hard evidence that
this alcohol company

was preying on
high schoolers.

I'm not saying
don't blame anybody,

I'm saying blame
the right people.

Kennedy brought that drink in.

Because this company
targeted her.

Since high school.

They marketed to minors
and then they hid the evidence,

which is criminal.

But your case is civil.

Because money will
shut them down.

Force them to take this product
off the market,

so no other mothers
join our club.

I know what it's like
to want justice.

Trust me. I want it, too,
more than anything.

So help us.

And after, let's get the D.A.
to press charges

against the real criminals.

The ones wearing suits,
who don't even see our kids.

They just see the bottom line.

So she's dropping the charges?

She's mad, she's motivated
and she's raring to help us

figure out who lied
at the company.

Ah. Great.

Okay, first step, we get
Kennedy on the stand.

And then, I'm think--
Good news.

We found out one of the
unsanctioned Slamm'd parties

was broken up by the police.

In Connecticut, but
Billy's sister is going to try

to hook us up with the local PD
to get more intel.

We just need a little more time
to get the contacts.

Excellent. You two
keep working that lead.

I swear, they're
hiding something,

and if we can get it
admitted into court,

this could be the nail
in the Slamm'd coffin.

What's up, Matty?

Yeah, I'm just thrilled
about these developments,

and my grandson's better.

Good.

Hey, everything go okay
with Alfie and the car?

Because you know
you can use it anytime.

He loved it. I'm afraid

he's never gonna
ride the bus again,

thank you very much.

Let's call Kennedy into prep.

Unfortunately,
that won't be necessary.

Tucker's settling, for $100,000.

No. I'll call him.
We'll convince him

not to take it...
I just spent
an hour with him.

He was spooked after
his testimony. He's out.

But no Tucker means
no named plaintiff

which means...
Our class action is screwed.

Okay, what's our next move?

I'll go.

How'd you know
I'd be in my old office?

Oh, I think I know you
pretty well by now.

Plus, I looked at six
other places first.

As always,
appreciate the honesty.

Scotch?

Two years of work
down the drain.

The partner race...

It's not over.

Trust me, it's over.

For two years, I've been doing
these pro bono cases

and I've been saying,

"Wait for Slamm'd."

You know, "Just wait
for Slamm'd."

So...

you regroup.

There's no regrouping.

Julian gets partner,

I leave.

But wherever I end up,

you're my first hire.

If you want to come with,
of course.

What?

Oh, it's just embarrassing.

You know, my bladder...

When you turn 76,

every liquid heads for the exit.

But...

...don't you move,

because when I come back,
we're gonna figure this out,

and we're gonna make a plan.

You got me?

Got you.

Counselor, I wanted
to show you something

in my amicus briefs.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew you were still
seeing Simone.

You left the Post-it.

Of course I left
the Post-it note.

I knew you were lying to me.
What the hell?

I thought you broke
things off with Simone.

Well, I thought about it,
but then I realized

I didn't want to.
Billy, she's not
good for you.

Yeah, well,
neither is Kira.

But we're both a little hooked
right now, aren't we?

Yes.
Exactly, yes. So we just
need to support each other.

If I complain about Simone,
you agree.

If I go back to Simone,
you get amnesia.

And you'll do the same

if I decide to try to consider

trying to try
being open with Kira?

Yes. Even though I
think it'll never work,

I'll support you.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Ew, are you seriously texting
Simone right now?

What? I'm already in here.

Okay, so, before room 21-97

was a shredding room,
it was a coffee bar.

And then he went
to the bathroom again,

room 25-11.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Okay, I got the documents.

No.

It can't be you.

It can be.

I don't understand.
It was Julian's key card.

We lived together. Must have
switched key cards by accident.

Happened all the time.

But I don't believe it.
Why not?

You've had Julian's for days
and no one's even noticed.

But...
But nothing.

You've been telling yourself
the wrong story, Matty.

Look at the evidence. Make sure
you're blaming the right person.

The Redditor said,

"One of these three."

Senior, Julian and me.

And the only one
who would've been spending time

in the women's bathroom...

Face it.

I hid the document that could
have saved your daughter's life.

Want more proof?

Check my old office.

See if the person
who stole the document

ended at room 25-23.

Matty, is that you?

Yeah.

Hey.

So, tell me your plan.
What's next?