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["The Best Day"
by Atmosphere playing]

JAY:
A.B.C.

Avoid. Barricade.

Confront.

If there is
an active shooter situation,

your first line of defense
is "A," avoid the gunman.

[loud bang]
[gasping]

Hey. Where do
you guys want this?

What is that?
Alcohol.

Office at the end of
the hall on the right.

Thanks.
You hear a gunshot.

You look out into the hall.
You see a man with a gun.

Could be the shooter.
Could be building security.

You may think you know
what's going on,

but you don't.
Not yet.

That's why you avoid.
LIZ [over speaker]: Wait...

[Liz speaking indistinctly
under static]

Uh... uh,
we-we couldn't hear that, Liz.

Where are you?
I'm in the car.

I had to take my son
to a doctor's appointment.

Because I have ADHD!
[chuckles]

Yes. And there is
nothing wrong with that.

Uh, Liz, why don't you, uh...

[speaking indistinctly]
I'm s... I-I
couldn't hear that.

[continues indistinctly]
Okay. All right, we-we've
got bad reception.

I'll be in in a minute.

[school bell rings]
Mr. Coulson.

Adios, amigos.
What's going on?

I just came to say good-bye
to the kids.

Good-bye? Why?

Didn't you get my note?

I was let go.

When? What happened?

Last Friday. It was

an administrative decision.
That's all I know.

Well, that's awful.
But I'm glad

I got to see you.

You be good for Ms. Weiss,
okay, man?

Ms. Weiss from the library?

[groans]
GUARD: Mr. Coulson,

we need you to
leave the premises.

Okay. Take care, Malcolm.

[elevator bell dings]
Yes, I-I just want you to know

that-that he's one
of Malcolm's favorite teachers.

And Malcolm isn't always
the easiest kid to handle.

Unfortunately,

it's against school policy

to comment on personnel matters.

And this will probably be
adjudicated.

MAN: If you
change your mind,

here's our card.
It's not about changing my mind.

What, he's appealing?

Yes, it's the right of every

tenured teacher.

His arbitration
is this afternoon.

What I find unfortunate,

Ms. DuPont, is that Mr. Coulson

is one of your few teachers
of color at the school.

That has nothing to do
with any of this, ma'am.

Our push for diversity
is renowned.

Yes, I've heard of your push

quite a bit
at all the school assemblies.

I have a feeling
that, uh,

we'll be in touch.

How long do you think
it will take you?

I wouldn't go anywhere.

Jay, you have a minute?

Uh... sure.
Listen, I need
some information

about an arbitration
that's happening.

Actually, can it wait
till this afternoon?

Lucca just grabbed me.
No, no, no, no.
The arbitration

isthis afternoon,

so I...
I can do it.

Uh, no, I...

Uh, n-no, that's okay.

No, seriously, Mrs. Reddick,
I'm licensed now. I can do it.

Okay. All right.

I-I need to know why
a teacher was fired.

ADRIAN:
Liz.

You got a minute?

So, we had 140 RSVPs,

but today we're getting
a lot of calls

reversing them.
What, people
don't want to see

our swanky new office?

The lawyer killings.

Our chemical scare.

So, the worry is that we'll
have a poorly attended party?

No, the worry is
we'll be embarrassed.

I say, fuck it.

You've been saying that

a lot lately.

Making up for lost time.

Okay.

I say we invite all

the associates
and all the paralegals.

We just need some warm bodies
filling up the rooms.

Okay?

Sure.
Yeah.

Fuck it.

[door opens]

What's going on with you two?

[chuckles]
[laptop ringing]

Sorry.

Hey, Kurt.
What's going on?

Three months in, and we're still
in the preliminary hearing.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Hotel living can be so awful.

I was thinking
maybe you could come out.

Maybe a long weekend.
It's only a six-hour flight.

Well, is that really
the right thing?

What do you mean?

I thought we were just..

giving it time.
Yes,

and we are.

What? Wait,
I couldn't hear that.
We are.

We are giving
the separation thing some time.

I'm sorry, did you say
we're done with the separation?

No. I said...

Yep.

Nice talking to you, Kurt.

COULSON:
I guess

I don't understand.

You want to represent me? Why?

Because you're a good teacher.
[chuckles]

Uh, that might have gotten me
a free yogurt once,

but that's about it.
[chuckles]
Listen,

you are the only teacher to
break through Malcolm's shell.

You know, everybody
says I should move him

to a private school,
but if-if everybody abandons

the public school system,
it'll implode.
Yeah, I know.

I believe in public schools,
too.
[knocking]

My mother
taught there.

Oh, this is Maia.
She's one

of our associates,

and she has looked
through your contract.

So, as you know,

Amberson is a charter school,

and charters are terrified

about the threat
of union representation.

[chuckles]
Tell me about it.
[door opens]

Sorry I'm late!

Ooh, sorry. [chuckles]
Oh, hey!

Hey.

I'm guessing
I'm in the wrong place.

Looks like it.

They said second door down
on the right.

Lucca Quinn.

Downstairs.

Oh, there's
a downstairs.

I like that jacket, by the way.

MARISSA:
Thank you.

Being a new,
inexperienced mother,

I need all the help
I can get.

You look so young to have
an eight-year-old.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Dave and I started early.

Dave is my husband.

He's in the printing business,

but he also loves fixing cars.

We're trying to decide
if we should spend the money

on private school.
Well, in my experience,

Amberson is a public
school in name only.

The parents
are all proactive

and treat it like
a private school.

I just worry about
a dangerous element here.

I've heard talk
of a certain teacher,

Mr. Coulson.
Oh.

Yes, he was replaced.

I don't want to be racist
or anything,

but I always worry
about... different elements.

That's not why he was fired.

What?

Well, I probably shouldn't say.

Mr. Coulson, per your contract

and, uh, previous agreement
between the parties,

your appeal will be dealt
with here in arbitration.

I'm the arbiter,
and my decision is final.

Counselors, you all understand
what I just said?

Absolutely.
Yes, Mr. Arbiter.

Absolutely, Mr. Arbiter.
Oh. So respectful.

That's a good sign.
[chuckles]

And you are?

Oh. Nancy Crozier.

Hi, Mr. Arbiter.

It's-it's very good to be
here representing the school.

I'm a-a member of the PTA.

Secretary-Treasurer.

And I volunteered when I heard

that Mr. Coulson had
hired this powerhouse firm.

Ooh, really?
Powerhouse? Ooh,

well, I am flattered.

I-I'm not sure that's accurate.
[door opens]

Champagne?

Down the hall.

Thanks.

[door closes]
Apologies for "powerhouse."

Ms. DuPont, how long
have you been a principal

at Amberson Elementary?

Five glorious years.

And, uh, before that,
where did you work?

I was principal at
Holy Grace School.

And were you ever
involved in

the firings of
any teachers there?

I-I was involved
with a few dismissals.

LIZ: Were you involved with the
dismissal of a teacher named

Arthur Prentiss?

Yes.

And why was he fired?

That has nothing
to do with this.

That's not what I asked.
It was

a Catholic school.

It was within the
school's rights.

What was within
the school's rights?
Uh, Mr. Arbiter,

we will gladly stipulate
that Principal DuPont was forced

by her last school
to fire a teacher

because he was gay.

GEOFFREY: And why
is this important?

Because I'm gay.

Okay.

Any other questions?
Please continue,

Ms. Crozier.
[clears throat]
Ms. DuPont,

were you aware
that Sidney Coulson was gay?

No. Definitely not.

NANCY: Were you aware that the
teacher at Holy Grace was gay?

Yes.
And were you unhappy

about that dismissal?

I was distraught.
And did you swear
to yourself

that you would never dismiss
a teacher for anything

other than performance
again?
Yes.

And how did you guarantee that
at Amberson?

An algorithm.

NANCY: Decisions
on teacher dismissals

were based
on an algorithm?

DuPONT: Yes. So
there could never be

bias or prejudice
in hiring or firing again.

MAIA:
Mr. Arbiter,

all algorithms
are pointless

unless they are based
on good data.

GEOFFREY:
And you would like access

to the data.

We would. Yes.

Will we need to get into

a subpoena situation here,
Ms. Crozier?

No. No. Um...

I thought
you might...

want to take
a look at these.

[band playing
"My Baby Just Cares for Me"]

♪ ♪

♪ Mmm ♪
[elevator bell dings]

♪ My baby don't care for shows ♪

♪ My baby don't care
for clothes ♪

♪ My baby just cares for me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My baby don't care for cars ♪

♪ And races ♪

♪ My baby don't care for... ♪
[sputters]

How many so far?

Ten clients.
Eight lawyers.

The rest are all us.

Wow.
Yeah.

We're gonna have a lot
of alcohol left over.
[chuckles]

[elevator bell dings]
Well, the office looks nice.

[phone vibrates]
Hey.

Hello, Colin.

Liz.

So, how is it working
with the enemy?

Lucrative.
Mm.

How are my cases?

Yeah. Thanks a
lot, by the way.

[chuckles]

COLIN:
Liz?

Who is that with Lucca?

N-New lawyer?

LIZ:
Uh, no.

Never seen him before.

Probably somebody
she's dating.

[elevator bell dings]

Jerry. Thomas.

Mr. Boseman.
How are you two?

Good, good, good.
Good.

Jerry...
doesn't like elevators.

Well, that one
wasn't-wasn't so bad.

This place is nice.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Yeah.
Who-Who's she?

ADRIAN:
Uh, Marissa.

She's an investigator here.

[chuckles]

I'm gonna kill him.

[laughs]

Whiskey. Ice.

Tell me
about Nancy Crozier.

Why?

Oh, because I'm facing her
in an arbitration.

She's not exactly
what I expected.

You have any advice?

This is a thing
you do, isn't it?

What is?

You ask for advice in order
to ingratiate yourself.

Vodka tonic.

Your know, your "fuck it" mode

is starting to feel more like
"fuck you" mode.

Just appreciating your style.

I'm just doing my job.

And using what I confide in you

to undercut me?
[sighs]

Look, I-I thought
Adrian already knew

you were thinking of leaving,
that's all.

Don't defend, don't apologize.

It's more fun
to go at each other.

Okay.

Good to know.

Nancy plays

at being the nice girl
while being tough.

She's good.

But her rhythm is thrown off
by objections.

ELSBETH:
Diane!

Elsbeth! What a pleasure!

[laughs]
I know. Thank you.

Um, this is
fantastic.
Mm.

Your offices--
I love them.

Where's all
the furniture?

Here, come and sit down.

My God,
what a fantastic dress.

Really?
[laughs]

Thank you. I was
terrified to wear it.

[laughs]

Ooh! What do you think
they're talking about?

DIANE:
I have no idea.

It's weird.

We're just the
background characters

to their story.

And-and they're just
the background characters

to our story.

And we're all just background
characters to his story.

He could be the hero,
and we could be

the villains of the story.

Or we're the heroes,
and he's the villain.

[laughs] That's what
keeps us humble--

not knowing.
Or paranoid.

[both laugh]

You know, last week,
I was walking down the street,

and there was this homeless man

digging for bottles
in the trash,

and yelling
at the top of his voice

about the president
and the country,

and how we're all going insane.

Mm.
And I realized:

that's what myinner monologue
sounds like.

And that's when I decided,
I've got to change.

To what?

To someone
who's not going crazy.

You're one of the most
successful women I know, Diane.

I should be...

Just...

[laughs]

[laughs]

[song ends]

I love your necklace,
by the way.

Oh. Okay. Well, put it on.

Oh. No! No, no, no.
Yes, here, put it on.

And look-- there's a belt
that goes with it.

[laughs]
You can have that, as well.

That's just...

I never thought
you liked me, Diane.

Hey, you know what?
That's my fault.

[laughs airily]
Oh, my God, that is great!

[laughs, screeches]

Rockin' party.
[laughs]

Very... spacious.

[laughs]
Yeah.

Thanks for the invite,
by the way.

Thanks for coming.

Who's the... the guy?

♪ ♪

Dominic.

Hmm.
Why?

Oh, just keeping up
on your life.

Jealous?

[chuckles]

Staying informed.
I'm so glad.

Hmm.
Glad you came, Colin.

♪ ♪

Look at this.

I mean,
it's so boring up there.

Well, anyway, I was thinking
about the algorithm.
Uh-huh.

And do you know
Jerry and Tom?

They know everything
about algorithms.

They're really smart.
No, we just have...

Yeah, we are.
Anyway, like you said,

there are problems
with algorithms

like the one used at the school.

They're...
What are they?

Incomplete something or other?

Godel's incompleteness theorem.

You're... adorable.

Thank you.
Do the short version.

An algorithm is undependable
if it can't be proven.

We think of algorithms,
like, as magic,

but they don't mean anything

if you've only got
20 student tests, and 40

teacher reviews.
We could destroy their case.

It's called Godel's
incompleteness theorem.

NANCY:
Mr. Arbiter, I'm...

[laughs] just a small-town girl
from Michigan,

and I was never
very good at math...
Objection.

I-I don't know
what Ms. Crozier's education

has to do with
any of this.

Well, I didn't say
that it did.

Thank you. Continue.

What does math have
to do with this?

We've already proven...
Objection.

The attorney
is testifying.

Let's try to stay
on point, shall we?

What was your point?

Ms. Crozier?

[door opens]

That is really annoying.

I have ADHD.

What's your name?

Lucca.
I'm Malcolm.

[whispering]: I told the school
nurse I had a headache.

But you don't.

I hate my new teacher.
Can't like everyone.

You'll stop with the ball?

I don't know. It's fun.

Well, do something else.
Like what?

Like...

Ah. I bet you can't build

something cool
with those paperclips.

Yes, I can.
Whatever. Prove it.

We work with algorithms,
and this isn't one we trust.

The data points are subjective
and open to interpretation.

What are the
proportional weights

between peer and
parental reviews and

state-mandated testing?

It is five percent peer review,
five percent parental,

90% testing.

And would you consider

state-mandated testing to be

a subjective data point?

[inhales sharply]
Uh, no.

No. Gentlemen, I think

your point is well taken,
but rejected.

[door opens]
LIZ:
Okay.

Well, this is a bit of a mess.

You were less than an hour.
Yeah.

Well, failure is fast.

What you making?

It's a Minecraft baby zombie.

His name is Chicken.

Cool.

Can I have my iPad?
No.

Lucca was here.

She doesn't like noise.
Hmm.

Why were you failing?

I don't know.

'Cause I'm not as
good as I think I am.

Hey, bubs?

Last year, you did well on the
state-mandated test, didn't you?

That was Mrs. Potter.

She didn't like me.

No, but y-you
did well, right?

On the test? Yes.

Remember? We had ice cream.

Yeah, yeah.

But this year with
Mr. Coulson, what happened?

I got a 73.

Yeah, and last
year how much?

92.
Okay.

You did worse
with a teacher you really liked.

That doesn't make sense.

Mm-mm.

Okay. Here's the bubble
answer sheet

from Malcolm's test last year.
LIZ: Okay.

Well, here's-here's
this year's.

So, what's different?

What am I looking for?

Erasures.

There. There.

And there.
Mm-hmm.

LIZ: Maybe a dozen of 'em,
maybe more.

I didn't erase these.

But don't you find it odd
that all of the wrong answers

on this test were erased, and
the correct ones were filled in?

No. Students do
that all the time.

They make a mistake, and then
decide on the right answer.

MAIA: But every single student
in your class had

at least five or six erasures
on their tests.

Again, this is good news.
The students are thinking.

And yet, in Mr. Coulson's class,
there isn't a single erasure.

I'm offended by what
you're implying.

LIZ:
And what are we implying?

That I did this. Right?
LIZ: That you

and the other teachers were so
worried about being dismissed,

that you went through the
answer sheets, and you changed

just enough of the answers
to get a passing score.

Except for one teacher,
Mr. Coulson, who was dismissed.

NANCY:
Mr. Arbiter,

I'm sorry, but this is
wild conjecture.

Yes, it's conjecture...
but I wouldn't call it wild.

Mr. Arbiter, we ask that
you rule against the school.

And I'm tempted to,
but here's my problem.

Ms. Potter is saying

that the students made
all the erasures, correct?

Yes, definitely.

So, without proof,
I'm afraid my hands are tied.

[quietly]:
Go.

Get me proof.

MAIA:
So, what now?

I don't know.

Maybe we go to the students
and ask if they erased?

Hmm. Could
Malcolm testify?

I don't know.
Let me ask.

Oh, Mr. McVeigh. Hi.

Hello.
I thought you
were in L.A.

I was.
I wanted to surprise Diane.

Oh, that's great.

She'll be thrilled.

I can, um, call her.

She's not answering
her cell phone.
Oh.

I think she's
at a deposition.

She might be a while.

Do you want me
to call you?

Uh, sure.
Okay.

She'll be thrilled
to see you.

Kurt?

Can I ask you something?

You're into forensics.
Ballistics.

Right.
This might sound ridiculous,

but is there any forensics for
erasers-- like, pencil erasers?

LIZ: Thank you for testifying
for us, sir.

Now what can you tell us
about erasers?

Erasers? Like on a... pencil?

LIZ:
Yes.

Are you sure you
have the right guy?

I'm from YourLawHelper.com.

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry. We... Yeah.

Uh, sir, can you, uh...

LIZ: You've examined the third-
grade students' answer sheets.

What can you tell us
about the erasure you see?

Well, they didn't come
from the students.

And why are you so sure?
They all came

from one eraser,
and it's vinyl.

The students didn't
have vinyl erasers.

LIZ: Mr. Arbiter,
the algorithm

is worthless
because it depended

on the accuracy of
state-mandated testing,

but as forensic evidence proves,

almost all of the teachers
tampered with their tests,

except for one teacher, one
honest teacher, who was fired--

Mr. Coulson.

Ms. Crozier?

You have a response?

Is my daughter's test in there?

Ah! You got your job back.

Same pay, same position.

That's great. Um...
Oh, God.

Malcolm is gonna be so thrilled.

Actually, I was
offered a new job.

You were?
Dwight Academy?
The private school.

They heard I'd been let go,
and they offered me a position.

Just today.
Mm.

Uh, it's more money, so I
have to consider my options.

I wanted to thank you
again for what you've done.

So we, uh... [laughs]

lost another good one.

Yeah. I still believe
in public schools.

♪ Every day can't be
the best day ♪

♪ Do what you can right now,
don't hesitate ♪

♪ That's why we try to make love
and get paid ♪

♪ Take the bad with the good,
now let's play... ♪

JAY:
A.B.C.

Avoid, Barricade, Confront.

If there is
an active shooter situation,

your first line of defense
is "A," avoid the gunman.

[loud bang]
[gasping]

Hey. Where do you guys
want this?

What is it?
Alcohol.

Office at the end of
the hall on the right.

Thanks.
You hear a gunshot.

You look out into the hall.
You see a man with a gun.

Could be the shooter.
Could be building security.

You may think you know
what's going on...
Lucca.

...but you don't.
There are two men here for you.

JAY: Not yet.
That's why you avoid.
Who?

FBI agents.

[Liz speaking indistinctly
under static]

ADRIAN: Liz, we couldn't
hear that. Where are you?

LIZ:
I'm in the car.

Uh, what do they want?

They wouldn't say.

Why don't you hold your
questions till the end.

Okay.
All right?

[Liz continues indistinctly]

JAY:
"B," barricade.

You hear gunfire.

Uh, Marissa?

You can stay here.

Gentlemen.

May I help you?

I'm Agent Boggs.
This is Horvath.

We have a few
questions to ask you.

Regarding?

This is regarding
your brother, Dominic Quinn.

Uh, maybe we
can meet alone, Ms. Quinn.

Actually, this is my lawyer.

And I'd like her to stay.

Marissa Gold.

When's the last time
you saw your brother, Ms. Quinn?

Four years ago.
What is this about?

Just some
preliminary questions.

You haven't seen him since he
was released from Vackerville?

Vacaville.
And no, not since then.

And who else does he know
in Chicago?

Why don't you tell me
what this is about.

We're not at liberty
to say.

Has he retained
any friendships from prison?

I have no idea.
Has he written to you?

I think I'll call a halt
to this, gentlemen,

as Lucca's lawyer.

It's an easy question,
Ms. Quinn.

Tell me what it's about,

and I'll answer your question.

If he writes you again,
Ms. Quinn,

please keep us informed.

He hasn't written
me a first time,

and I can't help you if
you won't tell me anything.

If you change your mind,
here's our card.

It's not about changing my mind.

LIZ: What,
he's appealing?

Jay?

What's going on?

I need help
finding my fuck-up brother,

and I don't want other people
to find out. Can you help me?

What do you have?
Name.

Social Security.
Some dummy e-mail addresses

for his shady schemes.

[sighs] Okay.
I'll see what I can do.

How long do you think
it will take you?

I wouldn't go anywhere.

Jay, do you have a minute?

♪ Everything my clan do ♪

♪ Represent a brand-new step ♪

♪ At least I ran
a few government scandals ♪

♪ Got the world
spinning out of control ♪

♪ So, Angelo, I'm-a give 'em
what I got in my soul ♪

♪ Well, here we go♪

♪ And he a deified rap god ♪

[song continues in background]

♪ Growing in the backyard ♪

♪ I'm a conspiracy theorist ♪

♪ Must be these
government plots ♪

♪ That got 'em fearing
these lyrics... ♪

Look what the cat dragged in.

What are you doing in Chicago?

Working. See?

How'd you find me?

Social Security number.

That's right.

The benefits of a big firm.

Yeah.

Poor little Dominic.

Never given the advantages
of his big sister.

I didn't say that, did I?

[scoffs softly]

Stop digging up
old battles, sis.

The Feds
came by my office today.

That's right.

Tell me about those old battles.

It has nothing to do with you.

Then why am I talking
to the Feds, Dominic?

Huh?

I'll get Mom on the
phone right now.

No. [sighs]

I'm being sued.

For?

An app I created.

BigHouseLegal.com.

They claim I'm practicing law
without a license.

It's bullshit.

So it's another one
of your scams?

It's not a scam.
We're in depositions right now.

They probably want old dirt
on me. What'd you tell them?

Who's representing you?

No one.

I'm representing myself.

[chuckles]:
Oh, dear God.

Yes, always the brother
who fucks up.

You know, you never
feel good about yourself

unless you can scold me.

Fuck you.
Yeah.

I'm going.

I didn't tell them anything.

They wanted to know if you still
have friends in prison.

They might be trying to expand
their scope.

Good luck.

[elevator bell dings]

Lucca Quinn?

Oh, no.
Yep.

I'm trying to be kinder with it
these days.

You've just been served.

[sighs]

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Family.

[chuckles] Oh.

You know I'm an expert on that.

[chuckles] Good point.

I have a brother

who has held a grudge
against me all his life.

I was the good student,

he was... hyper
and hard to handle.

He thought
our parents liked me better.

Did they?

Yes.

So I was the one
who got to go

to college and law school,

and he went into the military

and then got arrested
for selling marijuana.

And now,

I've been subpoenaed
to testify against him

for some idiotic app of his
called BigHouseLegal.

Wait, BigHouseLegal.com?

I think so. Why?
I have a friend

at ACLU who was telling me
about this.

He says it's great.

Oh, no, that must
be something else.

This is a scam.

Is that it?
Yeah.

My friend says it really
gives inmates a voice.

What-what's he
being sued for?

Um, practicing law
without a license.

And they want
to shut it down? Too bad.

[knock at door]
LIZ: Maia.

You said you wanted a mentor?

Uh, yes, I do.

LIZ:
Good. Let's go.

[Lucca exhales]

Hi. It's Lucca.

What are you doing?

[elevator bell dings]

[chuckles]: Wow. What happened
to all the furniture?

It's temporary.
We're having a party

to show off
the new offices.

Ooh.
Who are you here to see?

Uh, um, Lucca Quinn.

Downstairs. Second
door to the right.

Okay, great. Thanks.

Wow, twice in one day.
This is like my first communion.

The Department of Correction
is suing you?
Yeah. Why?

They want to bankrupt you.

I know. What do you need, sis?

I looked at your site.
Okay.

So...
It's good. It serves a purpose.

I wish I'd thought of it.

Look, don't patronize me.

I'm not. Jesus. Can you not just
take what I say at face value?

Are you surprised?

The last time we talked,
you said to never call you.

I wonder why.
Because you stole money.
Because I needed bail money.

What you want to do,
keep me in there?
Whatever. Okay.

Fine. It's past.

You can't represent yourself
in a deposition.

You need a lawyer.

Lucca, thanks.
But you're being deposed, too,

so I can't expect you...
No, not me.

Lucca, hi. I'm so sorry.

This place is so confusing.
You have to go upstairs

to go downstairs?
I know. It's about security.

Um, Elsbeth, I want to
introduce you to my brother,

Dominic.

Your brother?

Oh, my God. Hi!

Uh, Dominic, this is
Elsbeth Tascioni,

one of the best
lawyers I've ever met.

Na-- aw. No, I am not.

I'm just...

So, did you
just move in here?

Yeah.

[exhales]

Um, the Department
of Corrections

has brought a civil
suit against Dominic

for a robo-lawyering
app that he invented,

and we're both
being deposed.

Robo-lawyering.

Really? What does that do?

It helps prison inmates
sue for mistreatment.

Wow.

I once spent a long weekend
in prison,

and it was not pleasant,
believe you me.

No, wait,
that was Niagara Falls.

[gasps] Yeah,
that's right.

My honeymoon.

People say
it's romantic, but...

Anyway, I'm ready to go
if you want me.

[exhales, chuckles softly]

So, take me through this.

How does your website work?

Well, if you're in prison
and you have a complaint--

no medical attention,

denial of
television privileges,

or even harassment by guards--
you log on,

and the website takes you
through 50 to 80 questions

to help narrow down
your complaint.

Is that it?

No.

The site then offers advice

as to which court
to file your complaint

and will shoot out
the paperwork for you.

Let me ask you, Mr. Quinn,
have you attended law school?

No.

And are you licensed
to practice law

in any state or territory
in the U.S.?

No.
And yet,

here you are
giving legal advice online.

Is that a question,

Mr. Schmidt?

'Cause it sounded
like a comment.

Just put a question mark
on the end, ma'am.

I'm just helping
to file paperwork.

They don't...

they don't make it easy
for cons.

I wonder why.

This guides inmates
through the process, that's all.

Never said I was a lawyer.

Mr. Quinn, I could say

I'm not a mugger,

but if I take your wallet
at knifepoint, guess what?
ELSBETH: Whoa.

That's a weird analogy.

Does anyone else
find that weird?

I'm finished for the moment.

Mr. Quinn, do you know why

the Department of Correction
is trying to stop your website?

My guess is

they usually receive
under 1,000 complaints

a year from convicts.

With my site,
they've received over 13,000.

Yes, it's called

abuse of process, sir.

That's why we're suing.

It's a common law
intentional tort.
You know,

Mr. Schmidt, I like you.

I especially like
the color of that tie,

but I don't really need
to depose you.

'Cause I'm deposing Dominic.

Hey.

Have you ever used WebMD?

Have... Yes.

And did you ever think
it was your doctor?

[laughs] No.
[chuckles]

No.
Yeah, the difference is

there are actual doctors
behind that site.

Oh! Um...

just got a little...

something here.

[sputters]

ELSBETH [Southern accent]:
You really think I can sue?

WOMAN: Are you kidding me?
What is this?

I come to this grocery store
all the time.

They should have cleaned up
that spill.

ELSBETH:
But how could I go about it?

WOMAN: I can help you
fill out the paperwork.

Where to file, all that.

ELSBETH: What'd you say
your name was, hon?

Mary Ann Daley.
Mr. Schmidt,

do you employ a Mary Ann Daley
at your law office?

Oh, come on.

She's your secretary, isn't she?

And a real sweetheart.

Very nice.

Do you happen to know
if she's a licensed attorney?

Ooh, I'm gonna
take that as a "no."

Uh, Dominic,

are you making any
money from this site?

You don't tend to make money
from inmates.

That's why they have
so much trouble

accessing lawyers.
Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

So why do you do it?

[sighs]

I was in prison in California.
SCHMIDT: Yes.

We'll get to that later

when I depose your
sister tomorrow.

["My Baby Just Cares For Me"
playing]
[elevator bell dings]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ My baby don't care
for shows... ♪

Here.

Thanks.

You were right about her.
Right?

Hmm.
That's some weird...

savant stuff.
[Dominic laughs]

Nice dress.

Thanks.

I did think there'd be
more people here, though.

Hmm.

Are you pregnant?

[coughs]

What?

You're not drinking.

You're carrying yourself
different.

[laughs]:
No, I'm... no, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Do Mom and Dad know?

Mm-mm.

Who's the dad?

[speaking softly]

Someone out of the picture.

Do you want him in the picture?
No.

So it wasn't planned?

Shh.

Hi.

Can we just, uh,
be a little quieter?

Okay.

No.

We broke up,

and then we got back together
for one night.

Oh. Does he know?

No.
You gonna tell him?

No.

Well, that's kind of shitty,
Lucca.

No, it isn't.

Telling him would be shitty.

It's so weird,
us talking about this.

I haven't told anyone.

You can't get
rid of family.

You can try but...
they always come back.

You know, it was tough love.

That's all.

Not lending you money.

[sighs]

I know.

I was an asshole.

Yeah, but I was, too.

I have a good
effect on you.

I soften you.

[laughs]

That's my fault.

You can be very hard.

I've missed you, sis.

I know.

Me, too.

Hormones are awful.

[chuckles] Yeah.

DIANE:
Whiskey. Ice.

What were you saying
about me?

Excuse me?

Well, you were
pointing over here.

Oh.

Uh, how we're all, uh, lead
characters in our own story,

and everybody else
is a background player.

Whoa. Cartesian a posteriori
knowledge.

Sorry, I was a philosophy major
at NYU.

With a minor in bartending.

[laughs]

You have the best laugh.

Oh, well, thank you.

Me, I have a terrible laugh.

My laugh
scares small children.

Okay, let's hear.

Say something funny.

What do you call 20
skydiving lawyers?

What?

Skeet.

[laughs]

Oh, God, that
is terrible.

[both laugh]

So what are you
doing after this?

[chuckles]
Why?

Well, I am tear-gassing
an alt-right meeting.

[laughs]
Come on. Come on.

That-that laugh,
it just cheers me up.

Yeah, well... Sorry.

That is the perfect hand
to hold a tear gas canister.

[laughs]

Among other things.

[both laugh]

[phone vibrating]

Oh.

Where you going?
Work.

[groans]
Don't go to work.

Nothing good comes of that.

I'll make money.

You don't need money.

In two years,
money will become outdated.

It'll all be barter.

Two years is a long time.

Hey. Call me.

No.

[gasps]

[phone vibrates]

Your brother has
an extensive criminal past,

doesn't he?

Depends on how
you define "extensive."

Well, he forged your name
on checks, correct?

Yes.
And he took out credit
cards in your name?

Yes.

And did he borrow money
he has not paid back?

LUCCA:
No.

I gifted him that money.

As of when?

Recently.

Yesterday?

Yes.

And were you given
the chance to offer

character testimony at his trial
for selling marijuana?

Yes.

But you did not...
question mark.

Okay. Let me say this.

My brother has struggled
in his life.

He loved history.

He was accepted at NYU.

But my parents didn't have
the money to send him,

because they spent it
on my education.

So he had several years
where he struggled.

And what you're asking about
are those years.

But he should be judged
by what he's doing now,

which is something
compassionate and incredible.

SCHMIDT:
Okay.

Nice speech.

Let's turn to his
conviction in 2012.

ELSBETH:
Objection.

None of this
will be allowed in court.

Maybe not civilly,
but criminally.

[chuckling]:
What are you talking about?

Barratry and champerty.

Incitement to vexing litigation.

Your history, Mr. Quinn,
will come in very handy there

when the attorney general
prosecutes you.

Why are you so afraid?

All I'm doing is bringing
the law to the masses.

Oh, come on.

Grow up, all three of you.

I should let you win.

Have you ever thought
about what happens

if this website succeeds?

It replaces you.

And you. And me.

I'm fighting for our jobs.

I'm fighting so we're not
replaced by robo-lawyers.

And what are you doing?

You're saying we don't matter.

How much legal education
do we have between us?

A decade in school,
another 50 in experience?

And you're arguing we can
be replaced by a computer?

Well, good luck with that.

But I'll line up
with the humans.

Not let's, again,

turn to your brother's
conviction in 2012.

Hey, Carter,
what are you doing here?

Here? I'm in depositions.

Just heading out
to get some air.

What case?

You didn't know?

Your firm is defending a
self-help bot for prisoners.

Hey, Diane.

Do you know about this bot case
in depositions?

No.

Your associate, Lucca
Quinn's brother is poised

to make lawyers as
expendable as travel agents.

You're destroying us.

Sounds like a good idea.
[laughs]

You need to get your
house in order, Adrian.

This will be a disaster
for defense lawyers.

And last time I looked,

you are a defense lawyer.
Yeah, let me get into it.

Yeah, you'd better.

[elevator bell dings]
Before it's too late.

Thank you for agreeing
to testify, sir.

Would you call yourself
an expert on the law?

Um...

ELSBETH:
Mr. Radosh.

Your site,
YourLawHelper.com,

it provides clients
with legal forms, templates

for wills and contracts

and even residential leases.
That's correct.

Why don't you get your
pencil expert back?

I think he might be
more relevant.

Eraser expert.

Mmm.

People from
all over the country

use your service,
but what you do

isn't the practice
of law, is it?

No. No. We don't tell people
what forms to fill out,

they decide what they need,

and we give them the
forms they requested.

Because if you tell people
what form to fill out,

that's the practice of law?

Yes.
Uh-huh.

Mr. Radosh,
do you recognize

this language?
"This legal document service

is no substitute
for the advice of an attorney."

Yes. That's the disclaimer
we use on YourLawHelper.com

so people know we're not
a substitute for a lawyer.

Actually, it's the language

BigHouseLegal uses
to tell its customers

the site is no substitute
for a lawyer. [laughs]

Yeah. Uh...

And has your website
been sued, Mr. Radosh?

Yes, many times
for practicing law

without a license,
but we've prevailed

in every suit.
Mm-hmm.

Thank you.
Mmm.

And do you know the difference

between an ivory eraser
and a number two?

That was a joke.
[door opens]

Apologies.

Lucca, can we have a minute?

I've just been brought up to
speed with what's going on here.

Can I ask what
the fee arrangements are?

Mine?

My retainer's $50,000.

You told me she was
doing it pro bono.
[mutters]

See, here's what
I'd like to propose:

Dominic, I checked out
your site.

It's a great start.

I want to purchase it.

$50,000 for the website

and we'll pay
your legal expenses.
DOMINIC: Hold on.

You'd buy my website?

Bot, app, all of it...

and the copyright
for your software.

ELSBETH:
Which,

by the way, because there'd be
lawyers operating it,

would get around
any future prosecution

for practicing law
without a license.

LUCCA:
Yeah,

but how will you feel
about letting go?

Okay, look.

Are you committed to providing
incarcerated people

with the means for redress
of their grievances?

This firm's been representing
incarcerated people

since its founding.
Yeah, right.

But are you committed
to maintaining my site

so that incarcerated people
can represent themselves?

No.

Once we purchase it,
it will cease to exist.

[exhales]

Oh, Mr. Boseman, he's never
gonna agree to that.

Hmm.

Yeah.

[sputters]

Can you go to 100?

♪ ♪

Thank you.

I don't know.

Are you sure about this?

No, but... it's money.

And it'll help me start
the next thing, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Don't be a stranger.

You either.

Oh, and, uh, you want
to be the godfather?

[laughs]

Fuck, yes.

You tell me when.

Hey.
Bye.

♪ Every day can't be
the best day ♪

♪ Do what you can right now,
don't hesitate ♪

♪ That's why we try
to make love and get paid ♪

Want to play some?

♪ Now let's play ♪

Yeah.

♪ Do what you can right now ♪

♪ Don't hesitate ♪

♪ That's why we try to make love
and get paid ♪

♪ Take the bad with the good,
now let's play ♪

♪ Girls give no love
to a poor man ♪

♪ It's a prison,
the clock is warden ♪

♪ And it won't get no better
when I get home... ♪

ELSBETH:
Wait.

W-W-Wait.
Can you hold the door?

[button clicking]

[sighs]

Thanks.

♪ ♪

MARISSA: Hey, thanks
for the eraser guy.

KURT:
No problem.

Hey.

Hey.

[sighs] I couldn't do another
horrible video thing

or a cell phone call.

[crying]:
I'm sorry.
What's wrong?

I'm just so sorry.

For...?

I'm afraid if I tell you,

you won't want to see me again.

[scoffs]
I don't think that's possible.

I think it is.

Diane, what is it?

[exhales shakily]

I...

I...

I scheduled work this weekend.

And I, I didn't think
you would be here.

[chuckles]

It's okay.

I'll see you tonight.

I, uh...

I just wanted to say

I'm done with
this separation.

I think we should
move in together again.

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