All language subtitles for So Help Me Todd S01E01 - Pilot (NetNaija.com) (1)

(Muzak playing)

Case log A275.

21st and Johnson,
corner grocery.

Subject: Betty Hogenson.

Turning down aisle nine.

Approaching in five, four,

three, two...

Ooh, hi.
Sorry. Sorry.

Uh, the, uh--

Behind you, up there.
The Oat Mix Plus.

Can you grab me
one of those, please?

Sure.

(camera shutter clicking)

Thank you very much.
You've been assessed

and photographed
for OreMark Cross insurance.

My name is Todd Wright,
and I'm assigned your case.
Wait.

What's going on?
Are you a lawyer?

Uh, no. Private detective.

Well, I was.
Now I'm doing this.

You are not wearing
your neck brace,

you are clearly fine,

but you are still
collecting disability

from your employer,
the Portland Airport,

where you were injured
while vacuuming?

I really need that money.

I'm sorry, it's just my job.

I need money, too.

Okay?
Mom?

Can we get these
with the SNAP card?

Please, Mommy?

BETTY:
Please.

All right. Delete photos.

But you have to go back
to work at the airport.

Soon. Okay?

And wear your neck brace.

Yes, I will.
Thank you.

And don't get that cereal, okay?
It rots your teeth.

And the prizes inside
are total junk.

♪ ♪

Look, if you don't pay
some sort of rent,

I'm gonna get grief from Mom.

This is how you
put away the hose?

It's coiled.

And why is a tiny little room

in your garage her concern?
(phone ringing)

She doesn't want you freeloading
off of Chuck and me.

(mutes phone)

Yeah, that's why
I'm paying rent.

Or why I will.
Next week, half.

(phone ringing)
A third.

Mom. Hello.

MARGARET:
Put your brother on the phone.

No. Allison,
say I'm not here. I...

You're here.
Hello. What? Hi.

I'm not speaking to you.

You are coming
to my new condo tonight,

and you are picking up
all the boxes of crap

that you left in your old room

that I have now paid good money
to haul across the city.

Yeah, tonight's not great,
actually,

and as you well know,
I don't have

a lot of room over here.

You can jam some stuff
in our basement.

No, no, no, no, no, Todd,

you are not turning
Allison's house into a dump,

like you did mine.
(Allison mutters)

I turned your home into a dump
with three boxes?

It is four boxes, and your
sister and her husband

have done enough for you
already.

Good God, Todd!

Careening through life,
making the rest of us

pick up the pieces.

You still owe me $9,000.
(FaceTime beeps)

Mom, you hit
the FaceTime button.

I did not.
I can hear you perfectly.

Yes, and I can see you.
You're on video.

No, I am... Oh.

Well, okay.

I need for you
to put together a plan

to live an adult,
financially solvent life.

Great. And I think that plan
begins with not talking to you

when things are
super crappy for me.

God, I lost my job.

Two years ago.

And that is a mess
you walked right into.

How is this helpful?

A-And should you really
be FaceTiming while driving?

I am in the parking lot
of Best Buy,

picking up my new
television set.

Oh, congrats.
Must be nice.

Guess you don't really need
that $9,000 back, huh?

Good God.
I have to get to work,

but you will pick up
your boxes tonight.

Oh...

♪ ♪

♪ Have you lost your mind yet? ♪

♪ To get free tonight... ♪

Are we wrapping this couch
in plastic?

I have no idea.
Ask the owner,

whatever his name is.
Uh, Harry.

Oh, there he is.
Excuse me, sir.

Are we wrapping this couch?

Sir?

We wrapping this couch?
Excuse me.

Hello? Hello?!
Where's he going?

♪ Get free tonight... ♪

Are Kim's family here yet?
Yep.

Got 'em in conference room B.
Okay.

And the girlfriend's
with them.
Oh.

Oh, by the way, the father is
very crotchety today.

Of course he is, they've been
stewing for two weeks.

(muttering):
Did they wrap the gray couch?

Hello? Harry, where are you?

Good afternoon. Kim,
how are we doing today?

I just want this whole thing
to be over with.

This delay has been awful.

Did the prosecutor
recover from his thing?

The concussion?

The trial will resume
on Monday, as planned.

Just three more days.
My daughter's life

is in your hands, Margaret.

I will do everything I can
to clear her name.

But right now,

we need to refocus

and go over all
of our testimonies. You ready?

I didn't kill him.

Let's prove that to the jury.

And Kim's ankle monitor
will be updated

so she can go to court Monday.
Okay.

Good God.

Nadia should be
working from home.

She's still looking
for witnesses

who saw Kim on the bus.

She is gonna have that baby

all over this
brand-new carpeting.

(elevator bell dings)

(exhales sharply)

Uh, I'm paying you back.

I could give you $1,000
a month for nine months,

but don't cash it until...

Mom?

Mom, are you okay?

Harry has...

I think Harry has...

I came here after work,

and he wasn't here.

And I thought maybe he was
back at the old house

with the movers.

But he-he never came.

It's 10:00.

Okay, well, maybe he's
been in a car accident.

We should call the police.
He disconnected his phone.

And I got to looking around,
and, um,

the only thing that he took
was a small suitcase

and his laptop and--

(gasps)
Oh, my God.

That-- All-- He's taken
all of his pills.

That box was full
of his medications.

Wait. What medications?

TODD:
Did you know that Harry

has Parkinson's disease?

Yes, I knew.

What do you mean "disappeared"?

He's disconnected his phone.

Wait, you knew?

You knew, and I didn't?

You have been fighting with Mom
for two years.

How long has he been gone?
Uh...

Five or six hours.

Todd...

Harry's father killed himself.

Like, 20 years ago, he was
diagnosed with brain cancer,

and he couldn't deal with it,
so he...

he jumped off
the Fremont Bridge.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Wright to the ICU.
Dr. Wright to the ICU.

ALLISON:
Todd, I'm sorry,
I-I'm being paged.

I'll call you back
as soon as I can.

(call beeps off)

Okay, no.

This isn't happening.

This is crazy. This is bananas.

He's not just gonna
disappear on you.

Todd, Harry might've
gone off to...

No, no, no, no. Wh-Wh-Why take
a-all of your medications

if your plan is to off yourself?
And his laptop?

No, no.
This isn't that.

Okay? This is something else,
and we're not gonna

let him get away with it.
I'm not.

All right,
uh, okay.

D-Does he have a credit card
that's just his?

I-I need, I need a receipt
for something that he bought.

The new TV.

Maybe the receipt
is taped up there on the top.

3752. Okay, that's an Amex card.

Uh, call American Express
from my address book.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Call Amex late payment
department.

No, no, no, no.

Just call regular
Amex customer service.

(phone beeps, dials)
What?

Okay, I need

Harry's social
security number...
(line ringing)

...date and city of birth,
and mother's maiden name.

Just write it down.

Right here, right now. Go.
Okay. Okay.

AMEX OPERATOR:
Good evening. American Express.

Oh, yes, hi, hello,
good evening. This is

Harry McDonald,
and I just need

some information
about my recent purchases.

Todd, this is illegal.
AMEX OPERATOR:
Just a moment, sir.

This is identity theft.

Want me to play by the rules,

or you want me
to find your husband?

(cell phone rings)
Oh. Hello?

Mom...
Oh, no, no, no.
I can't talk ri...

What? Oh.

My investigator Nadia,
her water broke.

Mom, get off the phone.

Oh, uh, uh, uh,
I-I-I-- No.

Just, whatever info you have,
email it to my phone,

and I...
You don't have to say,
"Email it to your phone."

If you get email on your phone,
it just goes to your phone.

AMEX OPERATOR:
Mr. McDonald,

I'll need your birthdate

and your mother's
maiden name to continue.

Uh, yes, oh, yes, of course.
Uh, 8/21/59

and, uh, Bottlethwaite.
AMEX OPERATOR:
And it looks like

you've recently moved
and changed your

home address to the one
in Gresham.

Um... no, I did not
move to Gresham.

That's... 45 minutes
from here.

What address
do you have?

AMEX OPERATOR:
I'm sorry, I can't give you

that information.

Unless...
(sighs)

AMEX OPERATOR:
...you can verify that you are,

in fact, Harry McDonald.

Yes, damn it,
I am Harry McDonald.

Born in Houston, Texas.

Social security:
913-86-1536.

And I just bought
a TV from Best Buy

for... $1,347.
What the hell am I doing?

AMEX OPERATOR:
Mr. McDonald, the address I have

for you is 1683

South East Carnola Way,

Gresham, 97030.

But now I'll need to bring on
a security adv...

(gasps) Todd.

Don't hang up. Now they might
contact the police or something.

Great. Let them.

Harry is missing.
The police can help us find him.

But then... what do we do now?

Now, we drive to Gresham

to find your husband.

♪ ♪

It's empty.

Looked in all the windows.
No furniture, nothing.

I could probably pick
the lock in back, but...
No.

Todd, no. That's criminal.
Six months minimum.

While you were gone,

I was picturing him
in there.

What if he hung himself
in that garage?

Like Bradley Coopman
in that Madonna movie,

Starborn.

Like Bradley Cooper

in the Lady Gaga movie
A Star Is Born?

And why would he
send his bills

to a house where he's dead?
That doesn't make any sense.

(phone ringing)

It's Allison.
Don't answer that.

I don't want anyone in the
family to know what's going on.

You know
I'm in the family, right?

Hang up.
Fine.

So, what do we do now?
(sighs)

Sit here? Waiting?

We have no other leads,
he is linked to this house,

and he has to sleep
somewhere tonight.

(smacks lips)

(smacks lips)

MARGARET:
This is insane.

I mean, this seat

is filthy. (stammers)

What is all this junk
down here at my feet?

Is that a telescope?

It's a lens for
a camera, a long lens.

Todd, without your license,

you are not allowed to work
as a private detective

in the state of...
Yes, I know that.
Thank you very much, Mother.

I am just finding people
and taking photos

for health insurance companies,
okay? Pays the bills.

Almost.
Well, I had hoped

that you would get out
of this field altogether,

considering the amount of
trouble you got yourself into.

Mom, I am a private detective.

You were.
It is all I've

ever wanted to be.

You gave me that copy of Harriet
the Spy when I was nine,

and I am very, very good
at this job.

Well...
And if it weren't for me,

you would still be
in your empty condo alone

with no idea where
your husband is.

As opposed to
where we are,

which is nowhere.

(electric recliner humming)

(owl hooting)

(cat yowling)

TODD:
Who was having a baby
on the phone?

Oh, that's Nadia.

She's the investigator
on my current case.
Oh.

You remember my
sorority sister Celia?
No.

And her daughter Kim.

No.
Todd, Kim.

We tried to set you up
with her once,

but she thought you were weird.

She has now
been accused

of murdering her boss.

Oh. Oh, great.
That's nice.

He sexually assaulted her

at the office Christmas party.

Oh.
Anyway,

the boss leaves the party
a few hours later,

goes to the rooftop

of a nearby parking garage,

and is shot to death
sitting in his car.

Oh.

But she didn't do it?

No forensic evidence,
no gunpowder, nothing.

Though she did own a gun once.

Oh.
But she lost it
two years ago when

she moved back in
with her parents.

In any event, we're trying
to nail down witnesses

who saw her on the bus

before the trial resumes
on Monday.

Resumes?
Yes.

The state prosecutor fell
down the stairs in his home

and gave himself
a serious concussion.

So the judge granted them
a two-week continuance.

He has a serious concussion

and he's coming back to work

in two weeks?
Yes.

I've tracked down
a few concussed people,

and if you've really got one,

you're on strict bed rest
for a month, minimum.

So the state prosecutor
is a liar.

What's the name of
this concussion guy?

Christopher Barrett.
Christopher Barrett.

Wait, so you're gonna look him
up on your phone. Wonderful.

Your generation is addicted
to your devices.
Mr. Barrett. Oh.

His daughter...
Try to solve everything
through apps, and...

Who has a TikTok,
of course.

...then beepMo and podcasts.
Uh-huh.

Oh. Oh, yes. There.
Oh, God,

I cannot keep my eyes open.
Oh, hello,

Mr. Serious Concussion Man.
How do you ignore
the odor in this car?

Mom, take a look at this.

What is this?
What is she doing?

Is that Tok-Tok?

Is that him?

That's him exercising,
what's that,

six, seven,
eight days ago?

Looks fine to me.

But then, this is a lie.

If he is not injured,

then they are stalling.

They are waiting for
a piece of evidence

that they don't have,
so that they--

We have to get down
to the courthouse right now.

Start the car. Oh, my God,
it's 2:00 in the morning.

Oh, God, but then
who's gonna stay here

to watch the house
for Harry?

Here, hold this.

These burners could
be our eyes.

Disposable phones, Mom.

TODD:
This place is closed.

MARGARET:
But by law,

the records room
has to be attended

24 hours a day,

and, if you play
your cards right,

you just might get in there.

Damn it.

Okay, you stay here,
I'll go around front.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes.
I am Inspector Clip

with the Portland Gas Company,

and someone has reported a leak
in the records room,

so I just need access to that
so I can check on it.

A gas leak?

Mm-hmm.
MARGARET:
Todd.

What are you doing?

How are you, Jenny dear?
Hi.

The, uh, new guard let me in.
Uh-huh.

Edgar.
Mm-hmm.

Will you please let us
into the records room?

I have a pressing matter.

And this is my son Todd.

Hi.

MARGARET:
I must have spent years
of my life down here

filing and sorting briefs.

Once I passed the bar,
I got my nails done

and swore I'd never break
another one pulling files.

Ah, found it.
Right here.

Okay, bring it.

All right,
so this is my case.

Now, I want you to flip to
the evidence log in the back.

How many pieces of evidence
have been logged and tagged?

It's the back flap,
yes? Red box.

Nine.
Nine, okay, same here.

Maybe not new evidence.

Try the front flap, gray box.
How many witnesses?

Witnesses... 15.

Fifteen or 50?
Fifteen.

One, five. Fifteen.
Okay.

13, 14, 15.

Sixteen.

They're introducing
a new witness.

Isn't that something
that happens?
Yes.

But they're required to file
weeks in advance, and inform me.

Witness OA1--

They must have found someone
after the start of the trial,

and they're filing in secret
because they don't want me

to find out and block it.

So, like, someone who
saw her kill him.

She didn't kill him, Todd.

Okay, someone who thinks
they saw her kill him.

Witness OA16.

"Witness in possession of
a Vex800-MP9." What is...

MP9 is a kind of
digital video file.

Like, from a security camera.

So they have a new
witness who has a video

of something bad for you.

Something bad enough
to make them fake an injury

and slow down the case.

Are you sure
she didn't kill him?

(alarm sounding)
(gasps)

Todd-- Wait, Todd.
What did you touch?

That's not me. I don't--
Oh, wait, no, that's my phone.

It's the burners.
The cameras that we left.

There's activity
at that house.

(gasps) Who was that?
Was that Harry?

He's locking the door.

What does he have
in his hands?

What is that?
It's a baby.

TODD:
That's not Harry.

Who the hell was that?

Our in-house investigator, Lyle,
who is remarkably precise,

is right down there.

He can get you access
to the RMLS website,

and maybe you can find out
more about...

that house that Harry...

In Gresham.

Mom, it's okay.

I'll find him,
I promise.

No, no. I am fine.

Kim will be here
any minute,

and I do not let my personal
life interfere with my work.

♪ The way I'm slippin' away ♪

♪ I turn my feelings on ♪

♪ You made me untouchable... ♪

Hey. Morning.

Ooh.

♪ And you wasn't polite... ♪

Hey, are you Lyle?

I need access to the RMLS
property info database.

And you are?

Todd. Wright.

My mother Margaret Wright
is a partner here, so

she's basically your boss.
(chuckles)

Your mother is not my boss.

I'm an employee
of the firm,

answering only to the bylaws
of the corporation.

None of us share
investigative database access

with nonemployees.

Okay.
Nor with former investigators

stripped of their licenses
following criminal charges

for illegal wiretapping
and forgery.

I had nothing to do
with the forgery.

Oh, I remember your defense.

You were seduced and deceived
by your mentor.

You thought you were
equal partners

in your little
detective agency,

and you had no idea
she was making you

the fall guy
for her criminal activities.

Yeah. That's right.

Well, your mother could
keep you out of jail,

but she can't force you
in my office.

Good day.
Look,

I just need information
about a house.

It's personal,
for my mom.

Personal searches are
strictly forbidden.

And so is eating in my office.
Crumbs. Get out!

(vacuum whining)

(sighs heavily)

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, my God. Todd.

Hi.

Susan. Hi.

You work for my mother?

I work with your mother.

Wow, I haven't seen you
since we...

We? Since you.
I mean, I didn't...

Okay, since I...
I would never.
You were the...

Well, it ended.

I didn't...

You're married.

Oh, engaged, just last month.

Peter.
Peter. Cool.

You know, I have to tell you
that your mom is

such a wonderful woman.

She's so encouraging
and supportive.

Uh, okay.
(door shuts)

Hey, listen,

maybe you'd be willing to do
my mother a little favor.

You see, uh, there's
this house in Gresham...

NIKI:
Kim is my girlfriend.

Her house arrest
should be at my place.

She says you just cry
and he's yelling all day.

Who the hell do you
think you are?

She's my daughter,
damn it.

KIM: Can both
of you please

stop fighting?

Walter, Niki,

go somewhere else, please.

CELIA:
They're just upset.

WALTER:
Just don't say anything.
Come with me.

MARGARET:
Just relax, Kim, relax.

(whispering indistinctly)

MARGARET:
It's all gonna be fine,

I promise you.

Take a deep breath, all right?

(grunts)

Just, uh...

NIKI (over earbud):
I only wanted to protect her.

WALTER (over earbud):
And that is our secret, okay?

If anyone can get her off,
it's this bitch lawyer

that Celia hired.

Just keep it...
(door opens)

Good morning.

I want to thank you all
for coming back in

on such short notice.

I have discovered
that the prosecution

has a new witness.

(over earbud):
And this witness may possess

security camera footage
that incriminates Kim.

Now, Kim, we've been
through this many times,

but when you left the party,
did you go

straight to the bus stop,

or did you go into
or near any buildings?
No.

She was home by 12:30, Mar.

I heard her come in.

Is there any chance
anyone saw you

with a gun that night?

I know you lost your gun...
Two years ago.

(over earbud):
My God, what is going on here?

I am the victim, not him.

Oh, here you are.

Hi.
Hi. I got the info
that you wanted.

That house is a rental owned by
Lodging and Rental Incorporated.

Thank you.
That's their info.

Is it really for your mom?

Yeah.

Mm.
Absolutely.

No, no, I'm helping her...

You just needed me to get
around Lyle, didn't you?

Yeah, just kind of put me in
an awkward position with him.

Well, I'm sorry, I...

I lost my PI license,

and I can't run my own
municipal searches.

But you like to...

Play by the rules. Yeah.
Right. And I'm...

Oh, uh, no, no, no,
don't, don't.

I'm not, uh, that's...
(indistinct voices over earbud)

That's not--
I'm not, um...

Can I just...
I'm sorry.

Thank you. No. No, thank you.
I'm just gonna
go back to... Bye.

Susan, wait.
(sighs)

Hey, Mom, I got the info
on that Gresham house.

(gasps) Oh.
The man we saw, "Tomas,"
is the landlord.

He lives down the street.
He's married to Rosa,

and I found her on Instagram
holding their newborn baby.

So he was probably
out for a walk

trying to get the baby
back to sleep.
Yeah.

And maybe dropping
off something

for his new tenant, Harry.

Anyway, I just left
a voice mail for Tomas.

And by the way, I noticed
that you have photos

of Allison and Lawrence
on your desk, but none of me.

So thank you.

Todd, those are your
siblings' wedding photos.

Get married and I'll be
glad to include you.
(phone vibrates)

(scoffs)

Allison has called me four times

since I was in my meeting.

I wonder what's going on.

Oh, well, she knows.

I told her about Harry
before you told me

not to tell anybody.

Anyway, she would like
both of us

to come over for dinner tonight.

She invited you
for family dinner?

Oh, hi, Mom.
Chuck, they're here.

Mom, I'm--
I don't even know what to say.
I know.

Come on in,
please, please, please.

Yeah.
Hey. So Harry just disappeared
in the night

to go kill himself?

(harsh whisper):
Chuck. What are you doing?

It was just
a question.

Why would you say that?
Coat, please.

No, I don't need a hug.
Um...

Why would you say that? Todd,
would you shut the door, please?

Why are you giving this to me?
Oh. Wait. Actually, no, don't.

Hi, Chet.
Perfect timing.
Hey.

I'm just gonna
murder everybody.
Oh.

Where's your invisible
husband Lawrence?

Well, he can't make it.

Your brother's
a busy guy.
To be expected.

Your daddy's working?

And this daddy needs a beer.

Okay. I just...

ALLISON:
Todd, shut the door.

I'm holding a human being.

TODD:
You've been having
family dinner without me?

Without Uncle Todd?

Every week?
You dinner? No me?

ALLISON:
Mom, again, Chuck and I
are so sorry

to hear this crazy,
awful news.

And we will do whatever we can
to support you.

Allison, thank you.

Um, it is nice to have
my whole family together

at this time.

Well, almost whole.
Uh, is your brother com--

Chet, is Lawrence coming?

No. Unfortunately, he's still
stuck in Hood River

dealing with the flood.

Oh, of course, of course.

His job is very important.

He is the chief

of staff for
the governor of Oregon.

(Margaret chuckles)

Allison, is this the only
wine that we have?

What about that nice
bottle of cabernet

I bought you
for Chuck's birthday?
Oh, yeah.

I think we still have that.
Oh, and, um,

maybe some nicer napkins.

These ones are so thin.
ALLISON:
Sure. Of course.

Chuck, would you get the wine?

But it's my cabernet.
Chuck, please?

Okay.

Thank you.

And how is Celia's case doing?

I mean her daughter; the one
who thought Todd was weird.

MARGARET:
Oh, Kim.

Well, the prosecution
is playing very dirty.

They are trying to slide
a surprise witness

into the entire...
Niki and the dad,

they have solid alibis, right?

Yes, Todd.

And they are not suspects.
Okay.

And what were they?
Their alibis?

What are you so suspicious of?

I just don't trust
this Niki person.

Or the dad.

They were acting
really weird today,

and frankly, I don't like
how they were talking about Mom.

When were they talking
about me?

Well, before the meeting,
they were huddled up

and talking about
protecting Kim

and their secret,

and he called you a...

And how do you know this?

My phone ended up in the--

I heard them, okay?

It was just a little
digital eavesdropping, and...

MARGARET:
You were recording

my clients'
private conversation?

No, I wasn't recording them,
but I should have.

Didn't your business partner...
But it's no big deal.

...go to jail for this?

I was collecting
information for you.

Todd!
I think I'm gonna
take Clem upstairs.

I think we should finish
this in the living room.

How could you be so stupid?

You were spying on--

After everything
I've done for you.
Oh, come on.

I lent you money,
I have defended you in court,

and yet you are hellbent
on destroying yourself.

No, I'm not. What is this,
a German opera?

God, I have been
by your side

for two whole days
while Allison's at work.

And Lawrence isn't even here,
but I am.

I am here for you
in your time of need.

Even though you didn't quite
do the same for me

when Dad died, did you?

Excuse me?

"I don't let my personal life
get in the way of my work."

Yeah, very clear.
Very clear.

Dad dies, suddenly poof, gone.

They're off in college
and I'm at home, alone,

while you're, what,
taking the bar exam,

breaking nails in
the courthouse basement?

And now you're all,
"What's wrong with you?

Why is your life
always a mess?"

I mean, seriously, honestly,
back then,

it was like both
my parents had died.

(door opens, shuts)

It just came out.
(phone chimes)

(Todd mutters indistinctly)

(recording):
Hi, my name is Tomas Garcia,

and I'm returning a call

to Todd Wingo of the FBI.

I really don't want
any trouble.

You asked about Harry McDonald,

but I don't know who that is.

We do have a rental in Gresham,
but our new tenant is not him.

Our new tenant is
actually a magician,

Morris the Magnificent.

A magician?

ALLISON:
So this magician has a shop?

TODD:
Apparently.

Thank you for driving me.

My car just needs
a new engine.

Why are you still
looking for Harry

if you're so mad at Mom?
I'm not looking for her,

I'm looking for me.

I just want to know
where he is

and what the hell
he thinks he's doing.

You never liked him.

Yeah, well, neither did you.

I liked him for Mom.

They were happy, I guess.
I don't know.

Marriage is complicated.

(sighs)

Are you and Chuck okay?

Yeah. Why?

You seemed kind of upset
with him at dinner,

when Mom was
ordering you around.

Chuck is... Chuck.

And it's just easier to
let Mom have her way.

You should have
learned that by now.

Yeah, but once you let her
choose the wine and napkins,

then she's choosing
your career,

your clothes, your house.

I mean, where do you end up?

You end up an ER doctor,

married... to Chuck.

Yeah, well, I'm not
doing this for her.

I'm doing it for me.

Thanks for the ride.

(car pulls away)

"Beloved local magician
Morris the Magnificent

presumed lost at sea."

What?

"Disappeared off cruise ship

after terminal cancer
diagnosis."

So he's declared dead
two months ago,

and now he's renting
a house in Gresham?

That is magic.
(loud thud)

(sighs)

Someone's coming to get this.

(exhales sharply)

Text Mom.

Multnomah Parking Garage.

That's... that's where

Kim's boss got shot, right?

Okay.

Gets out of the elevator.

He parked here...

under the broken cameras.

Doesn't see who's hiding
over there.

Gets into his car...
blammo!

(sighs)

The convention center.

Huh.

NIKI (on video):
She gets so depressed

I thought she might hurt herself
or do something.

Mom, I know who witness
OA16 is, or might be.

I went by the convention center
and spoke to Bob, and,

night of the murder,
huge expo for this company

that makes those little cameras
that go on your dashboard.

Anyway, bunch of people in
town from foreign factories.

So maybe some German guy
came into town,

puts the device
in his rental car.

But convention center parking
was full that night,

so he had to park
in the overflow lot--

the murder lot.

And his little dash cam,
which uses MP9 files,

like it said on that form,

happened to catch
footage of the murderer.

Huge job to contact
all those drivers,

so maybe they didn't
hear back from Germany

until after the trial starts,
and then, oop, gotta stall

because suddenly here's footage
of Niki blazing away

with Kim's gun.

Todd,

if the prosecution had video
of Niki murdering someone,

they wouldn't be proceeding
with a case against Kim.

(snaps fingers)

You're right.
My theory was only half-cocked.

Everything about you
is half-cocked.

But... (sighs) Niki and the dad
are guilty of something.

(computer beeping)
I-I know it.

What is that?
What is that sound?

Ooh, ooh, ooh.
It's the tNAB, my tNAB.

It's a little
tracking device.

I put it inside that box,
and it's-it's moving.

Oh, it's going up Vista.
It's turning on Fairmont.

Look, Mom,

it's the perishable box
of the dead magician.

MARGARET:
And we're following

this magician where?
To wherever he's going, okay?

And could you speed up for once?
This is technically a car chase.

MARGARET:
I will not break
the speed limit.

TODD:
You're going under

the speed limit.
(phone chimes)

(sighs) Wait, uh...
Oh, stop.

There it is.

Hmm.

It's moving day.
Yeah.

I'll go in there, and I'll say
we're buyers for this house,

and then you come up
with, like,

a limp, and...
No, Todd.

No more lies.
It feels fraudulent.

We will tell them who we are
and what we need.

The truth.

(sighs)

Excuse me? Hello?

Are you "Morris
the Magnificent"?

Yes?
TODD: You're Morris,

but you're dead.

Oh, no, you must mean
my father, the original Morris.

He-he passed.

So, there's two magicians.
Oh.

How can I help you?

I believe you know my
husband, Harry McDonald.

Harry who?

He's having his bills
sent to your...

new home in Gresham.
LAURA: Eddie? Did you order

fresh carrots for the rabbit?

They went to the shop.
Oh. Who's this?

They're looking
for a Harry McDonald.

I'm sorry, I can't divulge
client information.

Client?

Client for what?
Who are you?

LAURA:
I'm sorry,
attorney-client privilege.

TODD: What kind of attorney?
LAURA: End of life.

Estate planning.
I really shouldn't say

anything more.
TODD: Wait, so he's getting all

of his bills sent to you?

A-A-And where is he?
Is he already dead?

We are so sorry to bother you.

Thank you very much.
Let's go, Todd.

I was just getting somewhere
with that woman.

Just get in the car, just stop
talking. Get in the car, please.

And smile. Just smile
like we're happy

we were here.
You look insane
right now, Mom.

Why are you
acting crazy?

It's Harry's laptop.

I found it in a box
marked "Goodwill,"

along with a-a pair of his shoes
and a shirt that I recognized.

They're giving away
all of his things,

So, you don't
want me lying,

but it's okay for you to steal
from the Goodwill?

Just open it.

Find out where he is.
Track him. Do your thing.

Do it.
Mom, it's a laptop,
not a crystal ball.

Do it!
And he probably

already...

See, he already deleted
all his files.

But I'll bet he forgot to wipe
all his stored passwords.

Yeah, here we go,
still has all his passwords,

but... maybe his
junk mail folder...

A-ha.
"Walk-in bathtub,

increase libido,
goodbye belly fat..."

"Frequent flyer."

He booked a flight with miles.

What?

Where is he going?
It doesn't say.

It's just some junk receipt
from his credit card

for redeemed miles. That's it.

Well, wait, wait, what are
all those little numbers there

down at the bottom
by the barcode?

I don't know,
that might be...

Wait, that's the date

of his flight.
9/26/22.

That's tomorrow, Monday,

and 10:10 a.m.
is his departure time,

so he'll be at the airport
tomorrow morning at 10:10 a.m.

Mom, we got him.

(sighs) I have to be in
court tomorrow morning.

The trial resumes at 9:00 a.m.

I might have a way for you
to be in both places at once.

♪ ♪

TODD (over earbud):
Okay.

Concourse B now,
still no sign of him,

and we only got
nine minutes left. Sorry.

(gavel bangs)
JUDGE:
All right, the prosecution

has a motion
to introduce...

Uh, what is this, Barrett?

Oh, and by the way,
how are you feeling?

Oh, thank you, Your Honor.
Yes, I'm feeling

much better.

MAN (over P.A.):
Flight 256 to Iceland,

Gate 47, final boarding.

Flight 256 to Iceland,

Gate 47, final boarding.

(watch chimes)

"Bucket list." Uh...

We have filed
to insert a crucial

new witness into the lineup.

MARGARET: Your Honor,
I have to object.

This last-minute witness

is a blatant attempt
to circumvent

the state's known duty

to disclose all witnesses
prior to trial.

I'm sorry,
I'm going to allow it.

I'm not gonna be able
to get through security.

I... I don't even have a ticket.

Hey. You.

Betty Hogenson.

Oh, my God.

I'm wearing the neck brace.

No, no, no, this isn't about
that. Um, I-I need a favor,

and, uh...

you owe me.

And, Mrs. Lin, would you please

tell the members of the jury
why you were here,

in Portland, on the evening
of December 10 last year?

(Mrs. Lin speaking Chinese)

I was here for a work
conference. Uh... Sorry,

a convention.
(Mrs. Lin continues
speaking Chinese)

STEWARDESS:
Excuse me, sir?

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm, uh,
Betty with maintenance,

and I left a thing in the back
of the plane. Can I just...?

STEWARDESS: Yeah.
I'm just gonna...

And, Mrs. Lin,

this is your portable
travel dashboard camera,

which you had with you
on your trip?

You're gonna have
to put that away, sir.

(sighs)

(grunts)

Got him.

BARRETT:
The video that
you're about to see

is taken from Mrs. Lin's
dashboard camera.

Now, first, we're going
to show you raw footage

of her car
in the parking lot.

Is the, uh, TV ready?

Sorry, this may
take a moment.

CAPTAIN (over earbud):
Please fasten your seatbelts

and prepare for departure.

Hey, what do you know?

Iceland's on my
bucket list, too.

You're not dying.

I never meant
to hurt her, Todd.

She doesn't have to know
about any of this.

TODD (over earbud):
You stupid coward,

what are you doing?

HARRY:
I'm leaving your mother.

TODD:
Yeah, way ahead of you.

I'm leaving
the whole world behind.

My doctors, they told me that...

I only have seven to ten years
left to live.

Seven to ten years?

I don't want
to live them with her.

She's too controlling,
too critical.

She never let me be
who I really want to be.

I'm gonna go to Iceland and
live in a hut and farm and fish

and be naked under the stars.

It's my life, and this is how
I want to spend it.

You are a freak and an idiot.

Did you actually want my mom
to think you were dead?

And now, in an enhanced
section of the same footage,

there she is.
Kim Marquette

with a gun...
(gallery gasps)

...in her hand.
(murmuring)

I know this will be
hard on her, but...

she has you, her kids.

And, Todd, let's be honest,

it's time for you to stop
this ridiculous fight with her.

Are you joking? You're telling
me how to deal with my mom?

After you literally...
Your mother loves you.

Why do you think
she spent two years

fighting the city
trying to reinstate

your license?

Wait, she what?

Because she's
your mother,

and she'd do anything for you.

Anything.

BARRETT:
Ladies and gentleman

of the jury,
as you can see,

Ms. Marquette was clearly
at the scene of the crime

the night
of the murder.

SECURITY OFFICER:
Sir, you need to come
with us. Let's go. (grunts)

You better die in Iceland
in seven to ten years,

and don't you ever, ever
come back here.

Let's go.
I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm so sorry.

Margaret,
your witness.

Don't say a word,
no matter what I do.

Trust me.

Your Honor,

in light of this
overwhelming new evidence,

my client would like
to change her plea to guilty.

(alarmed murmurs)

What?
And while we recognize

that in the state of Oregon,

first-degree murder carries
a mandatory life sentence...

What are you doing?
...I would ask

that you consider the nature
of my client's assault,

and perhaps reduce
the prison sentence

to 50 or 60 years.

No.

No. She didn't do it.

That's not her, Mar.

I only meant to scare him.

And then he tried
to take the gun,

and it just--

I never thought
they'd blame her.

I just hoped that
it would save her.

You didn't mean to kill him.

I can make a jury
understand that.

REPORTER (over radio):
And the charges against
Kim Marquette were dropped

as her mother was
taken into custody...
(slurping)

...following an emotional
outburst in the courtroom.

And now, for traffic
and weather.

Tomorrow looking much
like today,

and as we head into the next...
(radio switches off)

You're in jail.

Worse. Airport jail.

How'd you get in here?

You have a good lawyer.
(chuckles)

So, Niki and the dad,
what was their secret?

Uh, Kim didn't lose her gun
two years ago.

They took it.
They hid it from her.

They were worried
she would harm herself.

She was struggling
with depression.

But what they didn't
know was that...

That the mom knew where
the gun was hidden. Aha.

And what about witness OA16?
German?

Italian? Romanian?
Chinese.

Chinese.

You are very good
at this job.

Yeah, I-I know.

Maybe I should
just let you be

who you want to be.

Yeah.

But there is one thing
I could do for you

to help you get back
on your feet.

Uh, help us both, actually.

If you'll let me.

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales sharply)

It is 1:00 p.m.,
and it's gonna be fine.

You're a detective again,
an investigator.

This is what you want.
(elevator bell dings)

This is the way back.

Okay? Right.

Right? Okay.
Todd?

Susan.
Congratulations.

I heard you were
coming aboard.

Thanks.
Thank you. Yeah.

Well, it's not
a permanent thing.

I'm just covering
for the investigator

on maternity leave.

Right. Nadia.

She had twins.
Yeah, yeah.

And I'll be around now,
so, you know,

if maybe a lunch happens...

I mean, we'll be
working together,

and you'll need me.

Professionally.

Okay, yeah.
That sounds great.

You know, actually, I have
to get to a Zoom, but...

I'll see you around.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ Gotta live it up ♪

♪ Gotta be strong ♪

♪ I'm getting on, getting on ♪

♪ Getting on... ♪

WOMAN:
Good, right?

(laughter)

(knock on door)
TODD: Hello?

You look so handsome.
You look like an accountant.

Thank you. Thank you.

Wait, are you guys going
out to lunch without me?

You have far too many
cases to catch up on.

Now, the ties, the socks,

shirt and belt in that bag

are more professional
than what you're wearing.

We can take it out
of your first paycheck.

And this is your bus pass,

because you are not driving
that jalopy into this building.

Okay? See you soon.

Good luck.

♪ I'm coming up ♪

♪ Get on, get up and ♪

♪ I'm coming up ♪

♪ Getting on ♪

♪ Getting, getting ♪

♪ Oh, get on, get up and ♪

♪ Getting ♪

♪ Get on, get up and... ♪

I will wear the shirt,

I will wear the tie,

but I will not take the bus.

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