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Previously on
So Help Me Todd...

KATE:
Todd, what have you
been up to?

Well...
You lost your P.I. license,

and you almost went to jail.
I've hit bottom.

My mother, Margaret Wright,
works here,

and I work for her.

I took this job

to work real cases.

(camera clicks)
MARGARET:
No, I gave you this job

because you are broke.
TODD: Susan? That ring...

You were never getting anything
like that from me.

(chuckles)

Harry and I have split.

ALLISON:
You just need to be
true to yourself

to come out from under.

MARGARET:
You're right.

Just want to move past it.

(car door opens)

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

Thanks for coming down,
Officer.

Never seen
anything like this before.

The car came in
three days ago?
That's right.

It was banged up pretty bad
in the accident.

When I looked underneath it,

I found these.

♪ ♪

I need the name of
the car's owner.

We look very nice today,
don't we?

I am not taking you to lunch.

I'm not asking.
I'm just...

Wait, why not?
I need food.

But where are you going
that's preventing you

from buying me lunch?

Nowhere, I have
a meeting nowhere.

Okay...
nowhere meeting.

What is happening?
What's the...

What is...
All right, if you must know,

I have an interview today.

An interview? Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.

Is this really... therapy?

Todd...
Yeah?

I am applying
to be a member

of the Portland Preservationist
Fellowship, the PPF.

This is about jam?

Preservation, not preserves.

Todd, the PPF is

an esteemed organization
dedicated

to restoring significant homes

and having them designated
as historical landmarks.

Oh, so it's just some nonsense

lady time-filler thing.

They do charitable work,

they throw fabulous events...
I'm supposed
to hold this?

and everybody

who is anybody

is on the board.

But...

since when do you care
about old houses?

Since Harry left.

I need something to do
outside of the office,

and these women...

Okay, but you sold
our old house

and moved into a brand-new
condo, so shouldn't you...

I don't need these questions.

I'm about to be interrogated

by a group of
super elite ladies...
(elevator bell dings)

...from the heights of
Portland Heights.

And the hat protects you
from gamma rays, or...?

FELICITY: Margaret, I must say
that you're certainly

one of the most
impressive applicants

we've had before us.

Partner at Crest, Folding.

Now you're dedicating time
to our mission?

I mean, it's admirable.

I passed the Yamhill Mansion

every day
on my way to school as a girl.

Thank you.

And it was an eyesore,

but look at it now.

This gorgeous woodwork
perfectly restored.

And who are we

as Portlanders if we neglect
the jewels of our past?

I see here that you live
in South Waterfront.

In new construction?
Oh, yes.

Um, it is a new neighborhood.

Different but with views of
the historic homes

across the water.

And from my vantage point,
I feel almost like a,

like a steward
or protector of the city.

FELICITY:
I can't think of
a more astute way

of putting that.

Beautifully said.

Right, Joan?
Hmm.

(glass breaks)
Oh, Good Lord.
Look at this mess.

Clean this up
immediately.

I told you
she was incompetent.

That cup alone cost $1,200.

Did you know
that Margaret's son,

Lawrence, works directly
with the governor?

Isn't that right, Margaret?
Uh...

That saucer is part of a set.

I mean, you're just
a fool, aren't you?

FELICITY:
She also has a
very lovely daughter

named Allison

who is a physician...

JOAN:
It's virtually impossible

to get good service workers

these days.

Fool.
That-- Stop. That's enough.

She's not a fool.

She's a person.

With a name.

What is your name, dear?

Judy.

There.

Her name is Judy.

Thank you, and, uh, I'm terribly
sorry for what just happened.

Well, thank you for coming in,
Ms. Wright.

We'll be in touch.

Margaret, do you know
how many of us have dreamt

of-of standing up to Joan
like that?
(scoffs)

It was delicious.

But now I'm not part of
the group, and...

I've made myself a new enemy.

Not exactly what I was looking
for in my life at this moment.

Oh, yes. I heard about Harry.

I'm so sorry.

You know, it's been about a year

since I lost my Milton.

I never heard from you again
about his estate.

I just couldn't
bring myself to ask you

to do me any more favors.

Felicity, please,

I wanted to help.

And you did,
it's just that

I was so embarrassed by all of

his bad business deals
and...

(sighs) ...everything else
I didn't know.

Oh, you and me both.
Look at us.

(sirens approaching)
Two single women betrayed
by idiots.

(laughter)
(sirens wailing closer)

What on earth?

(sirens stop)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Judy crying)

What is going on?

I knew there was something wrong
with her.

Get her out of here.

Please tell me
she's not having her arrested

for breaking a coffee cup.

(cries)
Watch your head.

(car door closes)

(fingernails tapping)

(door opens)
Finally.

All right, stick by my side...
Mm-hmm.

...and sign the papers.

What papers? What's happening?

Something about a coffee cup?

Shh!
I owe you one, Jimmy.

Another one.
(chuckles)

Pretty sure I still owe you.
Aw...

We all owe each other things.
Okay, just sign.

No, wait, what's going on?

What am I signing?
Thank you, Mr. Cusick.

Just sign right here. (sighs)

Thank you.

You had me falsely sign
into a police station?

Who are you? Me?
Todd.

I can't see a potential client
unless they or a family member

request my services.
Mm-hmm.

This woman has no idea
I'm even here,

but I have a feeling
she needs me.

So we're lying now?

We're not lying.

It's a facade.

Our intentions are good,
and if she doesn't want my help,

we go away.

Nothing happen-- (gasps)

Here she is.

No, you stay outside.

Uh, I think
as Judy Cusick's son,

I have a right to speak
to my own mother.

Don't say a word.

Do you remember me, dear?

Margaret Wright,
attorney.

It's you...

You stood up for me,

and then you
followed me here. I...

I thought
you might need some help.

I don't have money for a lawyer.

Money's not what's important
right now.

Just tell us what's going on.

I had a car accident,
three days ago.
Mm-hmm.

Someone T-boned me
at a stoplight,

and my car was totaled.

It was towed away,
and I guess the mechanic

or somebody
called the police,

because under my car

they found... heroin.

Heroin?

Oh.

(whispers):
This is not about a coffee cup.

MARGARET:
How much heroin?
Nine kilos.

It's crazy.

I have no idea how...

(breathes deeply)
MARGARET: And it was your car?

Yes.
Okay.

And where have you been lately?
I mean, in your car.

Todd.
What?

Only at home and at work.

I'm always at work.
The hours are terrible.

Although I do
run errands for them.

For the Portland
Preservationist Fellowship?

The PPF.
Yeah.

Picking up desserts
or taking packages

to the post office.

Little stuff.

Oh, um...

and the soaps.

What soaps?

Twice a month,
I have to go

and pick up these fancy soaps
for the PPF.

I guess they're really expensive
or whatever.

And going where?

Canada.
BOTH: Canada?

Across the border? Canada?

Yeah, it's like a five-hour
drive up to Vancouver.

I go up and back on a Saturday.

They pay me extra.
Mm-hmm.

And I-I go get the soaps and...

Oh, no, uh, wait.
It's all right.

We're almost done.
Legal counsel.

Family member. Aggrieved.

She's my mom.

Judy, I'm going
to represent you.

Is there somebody
we can call for you?

No. I...

I don't have anyone.

Well, you have me.

You're going to be all right.

I'll be there for you
at the arraignment,

and we are going to
get you out of here.

GUARD:
Time's up. Let's go.

(door closes)
Heroin.
Soaps? Canada?

Someone is...
...running drugs?

Through the PPF.
And you wanted to be a member.

But they didn't want me.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Margaret,
what's happening?

Uh, this is your arraignment,
Judy.

Um, we're going to discover more
about the charges.

Hey, Lars.

Does your wife know
you're eating that?

With your
blood pressure issues?

My wife is
my blood pressure issue.

Margaret,
I got four minutes.

I only need two.

You got no case
with Judy Cusick.

Not one that'll stick, anyway.

Oh, you don't call possession
with intent "sticky"?

You have to prove
awareness of possession,

which is gonna be hard enough,

but intent to sell?

She doesn't even have
a parking ticket.

She has two parking tickets.

And now she has
an arrest for heroin.

(papers rustling)

This is your offer.

It's my best,
but it's my only one.

Oh. Ten to 15 years?
You're out of your mind.

Could be 25 if
it goes to a jury.

Oh.

This type of heroin
that they found on her

has been trickling down
from Canada

for the last ten months,
and now we got

the CAC, the PPD, the DEA

and every other agency
up our butts

to crack down on it.

The judge would like
to speak with you.

Take your client the offer,
Margaret,

before it expires.

♪ ♪

We're rejecting the offer.

It's utter nonsense.
You are being set up.

You're an unwitting mule.

So, what do we do?

We're going to beat this.

She has no idea

Who ordered the soaps,

or who loads them
and unloads them into her car.

But she did say
that the events manager,

Victor Dunn, was very upset

when she got sick one weekend
and couldn't go and get them.

Hmm.
Margaret,
I have these for you to sign.

I just need the access
point to the club.

How I'm getting in there.
Which club?

These women are obviously
very protective

of their little coven.

It is not going to be easy.
Which women?

The PPF.
The Portland Preservationist...

Preservationist Fellowship.
Yeah, I'm a member.

You're a member?

Yeah. Peter's grandmother gives
a lot of money.

She got me in,
but I never go.

The whole thing feels
a little silly to me.

Oh, yeah, my mom feels
the exact same way.

Uh, y-you go to their events?

The Labor Day boat party?

Uh, no.

We went to
the New Year's Eve thing

at the, uh, Pittock Mansion.

Mom, come on, remember,
they're criminals.

Wait, they're criminals?
Yes, they're all filthy
little drug lords.

MARGARET:
We don't know that.

We don't know anything yet.
We don't have...

Have a way in? Now we do.

Susan, what's the next event

on their fancy
lady schedule?

Well, they have small events
all the time.

Let me look.

They actually have
an event today.

Um, there's a woman
who's speaking about

the history of
the Yamhill Mansion,

and there's a high tea.

Great! We'll go to that.

What's a high tea?

I can't take you.
This event is women's only.

But, uh, I could take you,
Margaret.

All right. Yes.

Let's go, and maybe
we can ask Victor Dunn,

the events manager,
some questions.

If we wait to subpoena him
for a deposition,

it could take weeks.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait. What?

Seriously? You two are
suddenly the investigators?

What am I supposed
to do, then?

Research them.

Investigate the PPF.

Their history,
their bank accounts,

check for offshore accounts,
suspicious transactions.

Oh, wait, should I shut down
every traffic light

and ATM in Portland
while I'm at it?

Mom, I got to
go in there.

I need to taste, touch
and smell stuff.

I'm an in-person guy.

Not today, you're not.

I'm sure Lyle can find some
information online somewhere.

Oh, yes, go to Lyle.

He's very good with techtronics.

What? No, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

I am not going to him.

Every time I speak, he looks
at me like I'm an idiot.

Like that.

All right, Todd.

Come with me.

Todd has something
to ask you.

No, I don't.

Not me.
Todd needs information

about the PPF building,
the Yamhill Mansion

and whatever is going on inside.
Done.

Done. Give me a break.

I'll give you a break.
Are you k...

Give me a break?
Stop. Stop it, stop it.

You two are working together
on this.

Uh, hi. Uh,
I'm your Uber delivery driver

here with, uh, fresh eggs.
Yeah, whatever.
You got to speak to Victor.

Victor!

(footsteps approaching)

Are you Colin?
You're three hours late.

Uh, yes, I'm Colin.

I'm so sorry,
and you must be Victor?

And this is
what you are wearing?

What part of
a black collared shirt

and pressed slacks
did you not understand?

Why do they insist on sending me
subpar talent?

(groans) All right.

Here, put this on.
Move, move, move.

Join Olivia at the prep station

and get started on
those tea sandwiches.

Show this millennial
what to do.

Yes, sir.

So, uh,
what are we doing here?

Dying slowly.
(chuckles)

What does it look like?

Stack the disgusting
little sandwiches on the tray,

serve them to the
disgusting monster ladies.

Get your check, go home,
take a shame shower.

All right.

Let's stack
some disgusting sandwiches.

(quiet chatter)

(soft, elegant music playing)

Good afternoon, ladies.

I understand you asked for me.

How may I be of service?

Yes, hello. Um,
I'm Margaret Wright,

an attorney, and I was hoping
we could speak with you

about one of your employees,
Judy Cusick.

Well, I know nothing about her,

except that her arrest has
left me short-staffed.

Oh. Colin? Tea sandwiches?

Good afternoon.

VICTOR:
These women do not have

salad forks or napkins,

or potatoes dauphinoise.

Fix that, please.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Baby sannies, ladies?
Either of you?

Now, do you think these are made
by elves or for them?

Todd, what are you
doing here?

I specifically asked you
not to come today,

and now you have lied
your way inside.

Well, it's not a lie,
it's a facade,

like the one you used to get me
into the police station.

SUSAN:
Have you learned anything?

What, in life
or as Colin?

Because, um,
the staff here hates their jobs,

Victor's a grouch, and
this whole place reeks of mold.

(chuckles)
VICTOR: Colin.

Hmm? Ah.
Bus this table.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
ladies,

I'm being disrespected.

(sighs)

Ah, Felicity.
Margaret, what are you
doing here?

I came here with my associate,
Susan,

to ask Victor some questions
about Judy Cusick.

You remember, the girl who...
What did they charge her with?

What did she do?

I can't talk about that here
like this.

It was drugs.
(gasps) What did he say?

Drugs? Was she charged
with drugs?

It is a much longer story.
Oh?

Can I ask you something?

Well, yes.
Do you know

how long
Judy Cusick worked here,

and was there ever anything
strange about her employment?

Strange? Judy? No.
Mm-hmm.

I mean, we hardly had
any interaction,

but she seemed pleasant.

Lovely, really.

Was it Joan who ordered
all the soaps for the PPF?

Soaps? What does soap have to do
with all of this?

I don't know.

Yet.

Dear God!

Shouldn't we be using
tiny plates for tiny sandwiches?

(sighs)

Hey.

Listen, if you want to have
some fun after work tonight,

me and the rest of the staff
are gonna wash

our brains out with bleach.

You're still here?

I'm always here.

I ran some local info
on the PPF building.

I have their property tax rate,
utility costs,

Better Business Bureau rating,
a copy of their title,

and the most recent assessments
of their building.

What do you have?

I have eagle cam.

What is "eagle cam?"

It's a webcam on a nest
in Forest Park.

You know, watch the eagles
lay their eggs,

keep 'em warm,

hatch their eaglets,
fly away.

And how does that pertain
to the case at hand?

Well, eagle cam is about
a quarter mile

from the PPF HQ.

So, if you were
to scroll through

a few weeks'
worth of footage,

you'd notice
someone's in there,

every night, late
at night, after dark.

Huh.
So, I need to borrow

some, like,
night vision goggles,

all your best toys.
Not happening.

(groans)
But I'm going back there,

around 2:00 a.m., to get inside

and see what's what.
(snaps fingers)

No.
(sighs)

Tomorrow, I'll go back there
and set up a camera

closer to the house.

We're not doing anything

until we have more information.

But they're drug dealers.

It's like hunting vampires.

You got to strike
in the middle of the night,

with a silver bullet.

That's werewolves.

(sighs) Can I have the goggles
anyway?

No. No!

You're not going back there
tonight. No.

Okay, fine. Fine.

I'm not going
back there.

(grunts, groans)

(groans)

♪ ♪

Whoa. Geez.

(sighs)

Colin?

(chuckles)

What are you doing here?

Are you living...

at the Yamhill Mansion?

Oh, yes.

Living in splendor!

(giggles)

Don't you just love...

all of that fabulous wallpaper?

How long
have you been living here?

Since June? April?

Gentrification drove me
out of North Portland.

My rent went up $37.

Well, I don't have $37.

So, I decided
to gentrify myself.

And no one knows you're here?

Each dawn, I pack up my things
and slide them into the attic

before the harpies arrive
to scream at each other

about archival wainscoting.

So, now, do tell.

Are you here to rob us,
or are you a masher?

No. No.
Also, my name isn't Colin,

and I'm not in catering.
I'm a detective.

And I saw you today
in the kitchen, selling drugs.

Selling drugs?

You were taking money,
covertly-- like this, I saw it.

Oh, my dear boy.

Those poor cater waiters are
buying leftover sandwiches

and champagne from me
at below cost.

They'd starve
otherwise.

I am not dealing drugs.

Not like that
misbegotten Judy.

Oh, dear Judy.

Throwing her life away,

just like the one before her,
Davina.

Davyna?
Divianna?

And who is that?

Judy's predecessor.

She overdosed on drugs
and lapsed into a coma.

Huh.
Six months ago.

Mmm! Would you like a drink?

Yeah, I'm gonna pass on that.

But, uh,

this Davina, o-or Divyna...

Oh!

Yes.

Davina. Richards.

The comatose
goddess of the night.

Davina Richards.

What are you talking about?
She's in a coma
here at this hospital.

I looked it up.
And how can I
help you with that?

I need information about her.

I know nothing about it,

and even though I'm your sister,
sharing it with you would be

a HIPAA violation.
HIPAA violation, I know.

How many times
do I have to explain

HIPPA violations to you?
Just search on
your little doctor computer.

Patient name, Davina Richards.

Richards?
Coma ward, bed nine.

BOTH:
Great, thank you.

NURSE (over P.A.):
Dr. Grant, ICU 4. Code black.

Uh, I will see you
at dinner.

Okay.
Just get out of the way.

♪ ♪

Oh.

Uh, I am so sorry, Doctor.

Didn't mean to...
Wait, who are you?

Who am I? Who are you?

Just a resident
on my rounds.

It's my night on the coma ward.

Well, then...

let's see what you know.

Look at this chart
a-and tell me what it says.

Now.
O... kay.

Okay, all right. Um...

Patient: Davina Richards.

Uh-huh.
Age 42.

Has been in a coma
since April of this year.

Overdosed on heroin and...

Oh, this is interesting.
What is interesting?

This specific organ toxicant
affected the patient's cells

on an acute cuboidal level.

Which means? Come on, now.
Talk to me like I'm a patient.

The ingestive absorption
caused tachycardia.

She did not habitually

use drugs before she overdosed.

Like...

it was her first time.

Uh-huh. Very good.

Anything else?

Right. Uh, sorry. Uh...

Well, just the personal notes.

Flowers. Uh...

I guess those.

Fresh flowers arrive

every three days, and they're
to be placed near the patient.

Perhaps as a remembered
scent, I guess.

You guess? You guess?
No, it's just...

I-- Look,
I'm-I'm not cutting it here!

I'm a sham!

I don't know who I am anymore.

My dad was right,

I am never gonna be a doctor.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Listen to me--

Kieran-- stop that.

Don't you let your father

or anyone else
get in your head.

You're gonna make
a great doctor.
Really?

How do you know?

Because I was you once,

and look at me now,

an accomplished finger surgeon.

Do I still doubt myself
sometimes? No.

But you will until you make it.

Now get out there,

and you save some lives.

(softly):
Thank you.
Yeah.

MARGARET:
Joan, I want to thank you
so much for coming down.

I need to speak to you about
a situation involving one of

your employees.
If this is about overtime,

I don't want to hear it.

Each of my employees
signs a firm declaration

on the first day of work.

It is a not-for-profit
institution.

No one is getting rich.

Not even me.

This is about Judy Cusick.

Oh, the girl in jail?

The incompetent one

who broke the heirloom cup?

(chuckles) Oh, but that's right,

you're her great defender,
her personal bulldog.

You have the audacity

to tell me
how to conduct myself

in my own organization.

What, all for
some fumbling girl?

Well, I hope
it's worth it to you.

What, is she suing me?

Ha!
Huh.

(mouths)
Joan.

Judy has been employed
by your foundation

for the last six months--
as a housekeeper, a server--

and she has run errands...

(coughs) ...on, uh,
a bimonthly basis to Canada.

Well, I can't keep track of
every worker,

every task, every employee.

Joan, I believe
Judy is innocent

of the charges against her.

Do you want to know
what this is about?

I believe someone
in your organization

is framing her

for drug smuggling.

(stammers, sighs)

This is...
This is outrageous.

(cell phone ringing, buzzing)
Whoa! Ah! Y-Your phone.

Uh, Ms. Wright, your phone.
It-It's ringing.

Sorry,

I'm Ms. Wright's phone valet.

Uh, hello.
Oh!

How dare you come
after my organization,

after... after my family!

Her family?

Joan, I'm so sorry.
Who's her family?

Joan, don't leave.
Joan.

I will never forget
this cruelty.

And if you persist in
this line of questioning,

I will have my lawyers contact
your lawyer.

Joan, I am my lawyer.

Please don't leave
like this.

Why are you so upset?

She said, "My family."

She has a personal stake
in this.

Yeah, because her
daughter, Olivia,

is that sullen cater waiter
at the Yamhill Mansion.

And guess who was
kicked out of Wesleyan

for selling drugs
to her dormmates?

Talk about a facade of
Fakey McFakerson.

Her daughter is running heroin
through her mother's foundation?

And that is so much worse
than anything I've ever done.

The state will demonstrate
that the defendant, Judy Cusick,

attempted to transport
lethal doses of heroin

across the Canadian border,

under the streets of our city,

destroying families
and lives in her wake...

He's making me sound
like a monster.

That's just part of his show.

We'll be okay.

My investigator is finding out
who framed you.

...to those that
threaten our very humanity,

who are we?

Justice is
in our hands-- your hands.

The state will also demonstrate
that Ms. Cusick acted...

(chimes)

(crying)

Hey.

Colin?
Yeah?

Oh, hi. Uh, what a coincidence.

Uh, why are you crying
at the bus stop?

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, I just, uh...

I owe this evil woman $9,000.

She's really overbearing.

She never listens to me.

She's kind of a shrill person,
you know?

She wears shirts

that are, like, $4,000
for no reason,

and yet she still wants me

to pay her back.

I mean, it's ridiculous.

I'm in big trouble.

Mm. Yeah, sucks.
I've been there.

You have?
Sure.

My mom wants me to pay her back

for my legal incident,
but... (chuckles)

I'm not making anything
working at the PPF, so...

If only there was
a way that I could

just make some extra money.

I don't know, I'd do anything.

Anything.

I can't help you there.

(quietly):
What?

Oh. (cries)

JUDGE:
Thank you, D.A. Boatman.

We will take a short recess

and continue with defense's
opening statement.

(gavel bangs)

Court is in recess.

(cell phone buzzing)

Todd, what have you got?

TODD:
I don't know if it's Olivia.

I mean, maybe,

but she's not biting,

and my crying was totally
on par today.

(sighs) What can I say, Mom?

She's just a tough nut to crack.

Mom?
Todd,

I have to go.

(chuckles) Felicity.

What are you doing here?
I found something.

I was looking at
Judy's old pay stubs,

and our original
job application,

and I came across these,

old carbon receipts
from one of our ledgers.

Someone was forging signatures
and making out blank checks

for thousands and
thousands of dollars,

but the only person who had
access to our ledgers is Victor.

Or someone
from our support staff.

Maybe Judy?

Or Olivia. Joan's daughter.

TODD:
I have something

that's gonna
blow your minds.

ALLISON: Oh.
MARGARGET: Todd, what are--

ALLISON:
Ew! Todd!

CHUCK:
I was still eating that salad.

MARGARET:
I don't know what
you're doing, Todd,

other than making a mess.

Okay, this is the leader
of the drug ring,

and these are
all the suspects--

Olivia, Joan, Victor.

Now, Davina

must've threatened
the drug leader,

somehow, and needed
to be shut up.

So the drug leader drugged her.
ALLISON: As you do.

Is the ground pepper drugs?
No, it's a metaphor.

For snow.
No, it's not.

And which one is me?

You're you. You're-you're
sitting right there.

And which one put Davina
in a coma?

The pepper.
And who's that?

(whispers):
We don't know yet.

Okay, you've totally lost
all of us.

Is dinner over?
TODD: Look.

The point I'm trying
to make is,

what if Davina
wasn't in a coma?

But she is in a coma.

Yes, but what if she wasn't?

ALLISON:
I'm just a doctor,

but I'm pretty sure that's
not how comas work.

Actually, it might be.

Listen, listen,
we create a ruse,

a false front.

We make people thing Davina has
come out of her coma,

and then, once the drug dealer
hears she is awake,

they'll be afraid Davina
is gonna expose them,

and they'll attack Davina.

MARGARET:
We root the drug dealer out.

Yes. We have all the emails
for everyone at the PPF, right?

Yes, it was part of discovery.
Great, so...

we'll send a wide email out
"accidentally"

to everyone at the PPF
saying former employee Davina

has come out of her coma,

and she's been sent home
for whatever reason,

with a full-time care nurse.

Makes absolutely
no medical sense, but okay.

I mean, whatever.

We just need to suggest
that she's back,

and she will be a surprise
witness in the trial.

MARGARET:
The drug dealer will
see the email.

TODD: And zip over
to Davina's home...

...to find out
if it's the truth.

And that is what we call...

BOTH: A sting.
An ambush.

A sting.

I-I was gonna say sting.
Yeah.

You two have been spending
way too much time together.

(Margaret groans)

(sighs sharply)

Déjà vu.

Waiting in a car with you
for something bad to happen.

Well, Harry was a stakeout.
This is a sting.

It's very different.

And this time...

we have snacks.
No.

You are not eating
in my car.

What? I eat in my car.

Yes, which used to be my car,

and then you ate in it,
and now it's horrific.

"Horrific" seems
a little unkind.

I don't want
to ask this question,

but what happens if...

You have to pee? I'm wearing
an astronaut diaper.

I have more.

Why do you care so much?

Or did you?

About that stupid club?

Are you really lonely?

Well, I have my job
and my family,

both of which I love very much,

but...

now, at night, I'm alone.

But when I run into
people that I know,

I... I have to--

I-I feel I have to

pretend that I'm okay.

So I smile and act
like everything's fine,

because I can't say,

inside...

"I'm lonely."

Or not sad lonely, but...

alone.

Because it scares them.

And then they pull away,
and so I smile bigger,

and I act like
everything is fine and...
Sounds exhausting.

Oh, it is.

I'm exhausted
just hearing about it.

(laughs)

But seriously, Mom...

Hmm?

You're not alone.

MARGARET:
A car! Someone's here.

Not yet. Patience.

We don't want to spoke them.
Okay. (exhales) Okay.

Okay, go!

(whispers):
Go. Go.

TODD:
Hey!
(woman gasps)

(gasps)

Joan?
(gasps)

(exhales)

I'm not gonna lie.

My daughter, Olivia,
has struggled.

She's had drug issues
in the past, that's true.

She was expelled
for selling them.

Yes.

And whatever you might
think of me, Margaret,

I am a good mother
because I brought her home

to live with me
and gave her a job

so that I could watch
her more closely.

I have her drug tested
three times a week.

She's clean
and no longer in that world.

Then what were you doing
at Davina's house?

I...

I was in love with her.

I'm in love with her still.

Davina Richards?

JOAN:
Yes.

You sent the flowers to her room
every week.

When I heard
she came out of the coma,

I... I rushed over to see her,
and...

Then I was devastated to hear
that it wasn't true.

We also are really hoping
that she pulls through.

Yeah, and the sting was
my mom's idea, so...

If someone really tried
to murder the woman that I love,

please find them
and make them pay.

Joan, that bag is not yours,
is it?

No. It's Davina's.

She left it at my home,
and then she...

When she didn't
come back...

Uh, can I see that?
Yes.

(Joan signs)

There's nothing of importance
in there, I think,

not to anyone but me.

W-What is that?
I-I don't know. It's trash.

I couldn't bring myself
to throw any of it away.

I have to go check something.

Wait,
w-where are you going, Todd?

Todd, where are
you going?

Todd,
where are you going?

(elevator bell dings)

♪ ♪

(watch chimes)
Text Mom.

Mom,
if I just cracked this case,

you owe me lunch every day
for a week.

BOATMAN:
The state rests, Your Honor.

I'm scared, Margaret.

I can't go to prison.

Are you sure that we're...
Just wait.

Your Honor, I do have
one more witness to call.

The defense calls

Felicity Wallis.

(gallery murmuring)

It's okay.

MARGARET:
One of my client's jobs

was to drive to Canada
to pick up specialty soaps.

Is that correct?
Yes, that's correct.

Mm-hmm. And what is
the reason you had

an employee drive five hours

to Canada to pick up
these handmade soaps,

rather than sourcing them
from Portland?

Well,

because they use
heirloom techniques

to create these wonderful
handmade soaps.

Uh-huh.
And-and prior to my client,

Davina Richards was also
tasked with driving

five hours to pick up soaps

from Canada, is that correct?
Yeah, that's correct.

And this same Davina Richards

is now in
a drug overdose-induced coma.

Ms. Wallis,

do you own the business
next to the soap shop?

Fresh and Easy Cleaners?

No, I do not.
That was my husband's.

Are you sure?

I mean, I know
your deceased husband

left your affairs
in a messy state of chaos,

but just to jog
your memory, uh...

What is the signature here

of the person who renewed
the business license?

Felicity Wallis.
Uh-huh.
But that is you, correct?

Correct.

And, uh,

what is your title, according
to the business license?

Owner, CEO.
Ah.

Your Honor,
I'd like to submit this license

into evidence,
and I would also

like to submit two exhibits.

First, this torn piece
of dry cleaning bag

found in Davina Richard's purse.

And...

this full bag
from the same cleaners,

found in your office, Felicity,

at the PPF headquarters.

Do you recognize them?
BOATMAN: Objection.

Relevance?
Overruled.

But get there, Ms. Wright.

These bags are made
from the exact same plastic used

to wrap heroin found
in my client's car.

Fresh and Easy Cleaners

served as a packaging center
for the drugs,

and right next door to it

was the specialty soap shop.

You used unwitting PPF staff,

like my client, to make
these trips to Canada,

and while they were inside,
picking up the soap,

you had your people
hide the heroin

inside and under the car.

I mean,
Davina and Judy had no idea

that they were mules.

And then,
you unloaded the drugs

at the Yamhill Mansion,

a place that nobody--
including the DEA--

would ever think to look,

making you the most
unlikely drug smuggler

in all of Portland, Oregon.
(gallery murmuring)

Is it correct

that Davina Richards
was going to expose you,

and is that why
you had her silenced

with a staged overdose?

(gallery gasps)
Objection, are you serious?

JUDGE: Overruled.
Your Honor, I pulled
Davina's phone records

and text records.

So many messages
going back and forth

between you two.

And it seems that you set up
a meeting with her

on the very same day
she went into a coma.

But what you didn't know

is that Davina had
saved the evidence,

a little shred of plastic,
in her purse,

and that shred pointed us
right back to you.

(gallery gasps)
I don't know
what you're talking about.

(gallery murmuring)
This is just crazy.

JUDGE: Order.
(gavel banging)

Order!

You nearly killed
Davina Richards,

and you almost ruined
my client's life.

Almost.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

(quiet chatter)

(chuckles softly)

♪ ♪

MAN: Open it up!
♪ Our world is crumbling ♪

♪ But you don't seem to care ♪
Oh, God, the wall.

Be careful.

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Can you hear me,
can you hear me? ♪

♪ Or am I
in the invisible world? ♪
(groans)

Hey, you can turn away
if you need to.

Margaret, I owe you an apology.

I forgive you.
We would be honored

if you would become
one of our members.

You have earned it
1,000 times over.

I'm not sure it's quite me

to be one of you.

Thank you,

but I respectfully pass.

But I would love to continue
serving the PPF

in all of
your future legal needs.

(indistinct radio chatter)

All right,
I cracked the case,

so you have to buy me
lunch all week,

and I'm thinking lobster.

Todd, you may have found
the dry cleaning plastic,

but I found
the business license,

and I pulled up
Davina's phone records...

Are you trying to back out of
my weeklong success lunches?

This is unfair, this is illegal.

And you should know that
because you're a lawyer.

Okay.

We solved it together,
so I will pay for lunch,

but I get to choose
where we eat.

Henry Thiele's.

No, that place is terrible.

It's like dead food
that's been embalmed.

Todd, your father and I had
our wedding reception there.

Yeah, and they haven't
changed the menu since.

Oh, I forgot my phone.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

Todd.

Hmm?

Your mother gave me a hat
with a fascinator.

Oh, yeah.

(chuckles):
It's, uh, it's very fascinating.

Yeah, you should actually
just probably take it off

and-and throw it out.
I mean, I knew I was

a hat person,
but, like, this hat?

Yeah, pink antenna,
definitely the real you.

Authentic.
(chuckles)

Authentically me.
Mm-hmm.

(cell phone buzzing)

Hey, babe.

Yeah.

Did you make dinner
reservations for tonight?

Oh, perfect.
How was your day?

(chuckles)

Okay.

(elevator bell dings)
So, maybe for lunch...

lobster.

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