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Previously on So Help Me Todd...

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.

No, I gave you this job

- because you are broke. - Susan? That ring...

You were never getting anything like that from me.

Harry and I have split.

You just need to be true to yourself

to come out from under.

You're right.

Just want to move past it.

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...

... from the heights of Portland Heights.

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

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.

I can't think of a more astute way of putting that.

Beautifully said.

- Right, Joan? - Hmm.

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?

She also has a very lovely daughter

named Allison who is a physician...

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?

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...

... everything else I didn't know.

Oh, you and me both. Look at us.

Two single women betrayed by idiots.

What on earth?

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.

Watch your head.

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.

- 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.

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...

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.

This is not about a coffee cup.

- How much heroin? - Nine kilos.

It's crazy.

I have no idea how...

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. - 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.

Time's up. Let's go.

- Heroin. - Soaps? Canada?

- Someone is... - Running drugs?

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

But they didn't want me.

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.

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.

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!

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Colin.

- Hmm? Ah. - Bus this table.

Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies,

I'm being disrespected.

- 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. - 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? - Mm-hmm.

Judy? No. 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?

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.

But I'm going back there,

around 2:00 a.m., to get inside, and see what's what.

No.

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.

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.

Whoa. Geez.

Colin?

What are you doing here?

Are you living...

at the Yamhill Mansion?

Oh, yes.

Living in splendor!

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.

Great, thank you.

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.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

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?

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.

Joan.

Judy has been employed by your foundation

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

and she has run errands...

... 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.

This is... This is outrageous.

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...

_

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...

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.

What?

Oh.

Thank you, D.A. Boatman.

We will take a short recess

and continue with defense's opening statement.

Court is in recess.

Todd, what have you got?

I don't know if it's Olivia.

I mean, maybe,

but she's not biting, and my crying was totally on par today.

What can I say, Mom?

She's just a tough nut to crack.

- Mom? - Todd, I have to go.

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.

I have something that's gonna blow your minds.

- Oh. - Todd, what are...

Ew! Todd!

I was still eating that salad.

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. - 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?

We don't know yet.

Okay, you've totally lost all of us.

- Is dinner over? - 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?

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.

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.

The drug dealer will see the email.

And zip over to Davina's home...

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

And that is what we call...

- A sting. - An ambush.

A sting.

- I... I was gonna say sting. - Yeah.

You two have been spending way too much time together.

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.

But seriously, Mom...

Hmm?

You're not alone.

A car! Someone's here.

Not yet. Patience.

- We don't want to spoke them. - Okay. Okay.

Okay, go!

Go. Go.

Hey!

Joan?

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? - 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.

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?

Text Mom.

Mom, if I just cracked this case,

you owe me lunch every day for a week.

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.

It's okay.

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? - 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.

Is it correct that Davina Richards was going to expose you,

and is that why you had her silenced

with a staged overdose?

Objection, are you serious?

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.

I don't know what you're talking about.

This is just crazy.

Order.

Order!

You nearly killed Davina Richards,

and you almost ruined my client's life.

Almost.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Open it up!

Oh, God, the wall.

Be careful.

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.

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.

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.

- Authentically me. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, babe.

Yeah.

Did you make dinner reservations for tonight?

Oh, perfect. How was your day?

Okay.

So, maybe for lunch...

lobster.

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