All language subtitles for good trouble 1x8

Previously on
Good Trouble...

Tell us what it's like,
working at Speckulate.

Mariana:
The culture sucks.

You always have
the best ideas.

Do you really think
trying to kiss me

wouldn't make you look
like you're full of crap?

I thought I could do
this casual thing with you,

but I don't want
to share you with anyone.

Jennifer:
Excuse me,
do you know Dennis?

I'm Jennifer,
Dennis' soon
to be ex-wife.

You told your friends
I'm clerking the Jamal case?

No one's supposed to know
what cases I'm working on.

Ben:
Did you see the way Callie
was looking at that girl?

I think they know each other.

Jamie:
Tate Wilson was arrested
a few weeks back

charged with DUI
and assaulting
a police officer.

But it happened up in Berkeley,
so no conflict or interest
with the police down here.

-(door beeps)
-(lock clicks)

(whispers):
Coffee. Coffee,
coffee, coffee.

Wilson: You realize
the compromising position
you're putting me in?

Professionally,

not to mention the grief
that you've caused me
and your mother.

Tate:
What about the grief
you caused me?

Wilson:
What the hell
have I ever done to you?

Beyond putting
a roof over your head

or, or food
in your mouth.

Not to mention
paying for private schooling.

Every little thing
that you ever wanted.

Well, maybe what I wanted
was a father who was there.

Who wasn't working
all the time.

I worked to provide
for my family.

No, no,
you worked for this.

For, for a lifetime
appointment to play God.

It wasn't enough.

You judged every little thing
I ever said or did.

You needed a stage
to impose your intellectual

and moral authority
on the world.

Right, right, right.
So while I'm to blame

for you partying
your ass off in college

and failing out, not to
mention getting arrested
for a DUI.

(shouting):
And taking a swing

at a police officer!

That is all my fault!

Isn't it?

Forget it.

Tate:
No, you were
a perfect father

and I'm just a screw-up.

Sorry you have to
work for an asshole.

(door opens, closes)

♪ Here now ♪

♪ Hold it down ♪

♪ I'm here now ♪

I hope you like
milk and sugar.

Yeah, any coffee's
good coffee.

Especially when
my barista's so hot.

Thank you.

♪ Here now ♪

♪ Pa-pa-pa
pa-pa-pa, pa, pa ♪

♪ Pa-pa-pa
pa-pa-pa, pa, pa ♪

♪ And then we'll find
our peace of mind ♪

♪ You and me, Bel ami ♪

♪ Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa ♪

H-He--

He would tell me about
sex dreams that he
had about me...

and what we were
doing in them,

what I was doing to him.

He would brush
up against me,

stand too close.

I asked him to stop
and he said he was
just kidding

and that I shouldn't
be so uptight.

And then I finally reported
everything to Human Resources

and a few days later,
I was let go.

With no explanation.

Rebecca:
She has no case.

You don't believe her?

It doesn't matter
if I believe her,

she can't prove
the harassment,

or that she was retaliated
against for reporting it.

The company has evidence
that she doctored her timecards

and was late to work
multiple times.

Then why didn't they fire her
until after she reported
the harassment?

Don't you think the timing's
a little suspicious?

Not according to
Brooks v. City
of San Mateo,

which I'm going to cite
as precedent in my bench memo.

As a woman,

don't you think you owe her
the benefit of the doubt?

As the clerk
on this case,

I owe the judge
a recommendation
based on the law.

Not as a feminist.

Ha, you're a feminist?

Yes, conservative women
can be feminists.

While working toward
limiting women's rights?

Let's not go there.

Okay, so, you ladies going to
Clerk Cocktails tonight?

Callie, you're kind of
expected to go,

represent your judge.

Where is it this time?

Some bar called "Douro."

Douro?

That's funny,
I was there last night.

It's nice.

♪ I'm scared enough ♪

♪ Feel like
I'm sinking so deep ♪

Mariana: Glad you got
to see my office before
you leave tomorrow.

This is ridiculous.

You're telling me that
you're allowed to have

whatever you want
whenever you want it?

Like, there's full-time
baristas here?

Oh, you've got
a ping-pong table!

You got the, the sliding
thing that's for rich people.

You got a rock wall!

How do you even do work
with a VR headset on?

Okay, look,
it's great if you

can ignore the racism,
sexism, and general oppression.

Well, just tell me
whose ass I'm kicking first.

You're not kicking
anyone's ass

although I'd love to watch.

Alex, Sam, Raj,
this is my twin
brother, Jesus.

-Hi.
-Hey.

Hey, man,
really nice
to meet you.

Oh, firm handshake there.

Alex:
So, Jesus,
what do you do?

Oh, I'm a contractor.

-Wait, you build stuff?
-Mm-hmm.

-With your hands?
-Jesus: Yeah.

Very cool.

Yeah, yeah, very cool.

Hey, they don't
seem that bad.

Angela:
Excuse me.

Alex:
Ah, Angela,
what brings you by?

Well, something has been
brought to my attention

and I need to speak
with you, Mariana.

Right now?

Yes.

Welcome to the first meeting
of the Women of Tech Fight Club.

Or as I like to
call it, "Byte Club."

Get it? Like B-Y-T-E.

No, too cute? Okay.

Um, anyways,

thank you all for coming.

So... what kind
of place is this?

It's like a commune?

No, it's an
intentional living space,

not a commune.

Anyways, the purpose
of this club

is to have a safe space
to vent and discuss ways

in which we can
support each other--

So, everyone
shares a bathroom?

Yeah.

So, who would like to start?

(crunch)

Maybe we should
open some wine first?

(pop)

So, after pretending
he needed my help,

and telling me
how smart I was,

he tried to kiss me!

Together:
Was it Josh?

I'm not naming names,

but thank you for
the heads up on Josh.

(chuckling)
My first year
at Speckulate,

they called me "Double A."

For "Affirmative Action."

Anytime I identify
a problem,

they tell me to calm down.

"Don't get hysterical."

-"Will you take notes?"
-"Man up."

"You should smile more."

-"Tidy up."
-"Oh, don't be so bossy!"

"Are you sure
you can handle that?"

-"Shrill."
-"Ambitious."

It's like they literally
can't hear me speak.

Exactly!

And that's it
for Blue Team.

Um, actually,
I have an update--

Read Team,
what do you have?

No, excuse me. I have--

I have an update.

Is there more from Blue?

-Yes.
-No, we're all good.

Josh:
Moving on!

Yellow Team,
what do you got?

Man:
We were able to manage
peak performance

better
by prioritizing.

(exhales sharply)

This was such
a great idea.

Yeah, it feels good to vent.

And it's not that
I don't love my job,

it just sucks watching dudes
who play video games all day

get credit for your work.

-And probably paid more.
-Hmm.

So, let's do more
than just vent.

We need to find
a way to be heard.

A way to fight back.

I need to speak
with you, Mariana.

-Right now?
-Angela: Yes.

Uh, can we talk in your office?

No, I want
everyone to hear this.

My buddy, Wyatt and I
build tree houses,

but work is kinda slow.

Moms actually think
that I should go work
for another contractor.

Well, maybe you should.

You know,
until things take off.

No, I like working for myself.

Sometimes you have
to start from the bottom,

and work your way
up to the top.

Why?

I say "Stay true to yourself."

Don't compromise, man.

I did that my whole life.

You know,
did what was expected.

I went to college,
got the corporate job.

You had a corporate job?

Yeah, and I hated it!

And look where you are now!

Davia! This is Jesus!

-Oh. Hi!
-Hi.

Look, I may not have much,

but I'm following my bliss
and I got everything I need.

Bliss don't pay the bills.

Jesus:
You know what?
I actually have an idea.

I wanna build tiny houses.

Cause there's this
housing crisis
in California, right?

And San Diego
is allowing contractors

to build four
tiny houses on one lot.

Makin' a ton of money, too.

I would love a tiny house.

For my shoes.

-(Davia chuckles)
-Jesus: The only problem is

that I would need
a really big loan.

Or like an investor
to come and buy property
and all the materials.

Jesus, you've never
built a house before

that wasn't in a tree.

Yeah, I know.

But I think
I could figure it out.

Once the coconut's on...

straight into the oven.

Voila!

-Davia: Ooh!
-Dennis: That is raw.

Good. I'm on a raw diet.

So, why are we baking?

Oh! I have a
presentation tomorrow,

and if I bring in baked goods,

the men's attention
will be on me right away.

Or you could just
not wear a bra.

So, who wants
to get a drink?

-I wanna check out LA.
-Yeah. Me.

Sorry. I have to work.

Yeah, it's getting kinda late,
but you guys go ahead.

Are you sure?

-Course.
-Yeah.

All right, we'll go
down to my loft,

grab my jacket,

down a couple of shots.

-(imitates explosion)
-Game plan.

I'm in for the night,

but thanks for
asking, Dennis.

(chuckles)

So, Callie...

what happened
with you and Gael?

Why are you asking?

Well, according to Bryan,

they're exclusive now.

(Davia chuckles)

Oh, like "married"
exclusive?

Like your boyfriend?

I gotta work.

-You had that one coming.
-I didn't know
she had it in her.

The layout is--
is really open.

So, it doesn't
even feel tiny.

Okay, there's no patio,

but if you put a
living roof up on the top,

then you have
an outdoor space.

You know...

I might know a guy
who'd be interested in this.

-Really?
-From my days in finance.

He funds a lot
of entrepreneurs.

That would be awesome.

-Let me text him.
-Sure. Please!

(techno music playing)

Mmm! These are delicious!

Thank you!

Josh:
All right, all right, all right!

Let's get this bitch started.

Okay, Blue Team.
What's the word?

Alex:
All systems go on
the social network project.

Should have some
preliminary code
to you by Friday.

Good, that's what
I like to hear. Red Team!

-And, um, I'm sorry,
but, I, uh--
-Please.

Josh:
Red Team, what's
the word on development?

When speaking in a meeting,
no "um's" or "sorry's" allowed.

Get to the point,

and if you speak with authority,

they won't be able
to ignore you.

Mariana:
Excuse me, Josh,

I have an update
on maintenance

that I'd like to share.

We need to improve
our connections model,

and dig into
image/audio recognition,

and rank possible
connections based on--

Yeah, our connections
model review can wait
until the next scrum,

at which time, we'll--

How do we deal with
the "man-terrupters"?

I read that if you
sit up straight or stand,

that sort of
non-verbal assertiveness
is non-threatening.

-Josh:...at that time--
-Actually, Josh,

our connections model
needs immediate attention,

because we are losing
hundreds of users a week
to competitive apps.

You know, I was thinking
we should look into

our image/audio
to improve recognition.

And maybe rank our connections
based on content quality?

Josh:
That's a good idea, Sam.

What do we do
about the "himitator?"

The guy who says
what you just said,

and everyone thinks
it was his idea?

Mariana:
Yes, Sam.

Thank you so much for agreeing
with everything I just said.

-What?
-No, I don't think you
understand what he meant.

He's pitching working on
connections as a whole.

Not just invitations.

I understand
what Sam was pitching,
because it was my idea,

and I'm in charge
of maintenance.

Josh:
Okay, we'll look
into it moving forward!

Good work, Blue Team.

Okay, but what about
when you've done all that,

and you're still not
getting credit for your idea?

Amplification.

-Oh, yes!
-Yep, amplification! Yeah!

Yeah, when we're
in meetings together,

we need to speak up,
and we'll give
each other credit.

Can Mariana repeat
back her great idea?

I just wanna make sure
I get it in the meeting notes.

Right. Good work, Mariana.

Yeah, and these
coconut bars are insane.

Nathan.

Whoa! Dennis!

-(chuckles)
-Wow!

-Good to see you, man. Wow!
-You, too.

This is Jesus Adams Foster.

Ah, nice to meet you.

-Thanks for taking the time.
-Yeah! Of course. Have a seat.

Sure.

Been a long time!

Dropped off the face
of the Earth!

Understandably.

How you holding up?

I'm good!

-Good.
-Doing well.

Yeah.

So, Jesus has
a fantastic concept

that I thought you
might be interested in.

Ah! Yes!

Let's get a couple
of not-so-tiny drinks,

and you can tell me
about these tiny houses.

-Absolutely.
-All right.

Hey, I thought
your idea was great.

The first time you said it.

Thanks.

And listen, I'm sorry.

I didn't think about
how trying to kiss you

would make you feel
like I don't respect you.

You're a brilliant engineer,

and I wasn't
just saying that

because I wanted
to sleep with you.

I swear, I asked for your help
because I really needed it.

-I still do.
-Look.

Alex doesn't want me
to work on the project.

And I'm not gonna
work on it anonymously.

It's hard enough
getting credit for
my own ideas around here.

I get that.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

I'll let you know.

Ben:
I'm eyeing the Appellate Court,
then the Supreme Court.

Would be nice to have
a good case on my resume,
though.

Not all of us get handed
a huge case in our first week.

Some people are just lucky.

No matter what
conflicts come up,

things keep
working out for them.

-(clears throat)
-Excuse me.
I'm gonna get a drink.

A rosé. Thanks.

How 'bout we drink every time
Ben says "Supreme Court?"

No, thanks.
I like my liver.

(chuckles)

So, uh, of course,
he told me about the girl
who lives in your building.

Wilson doesn't think
it's a conflict.

-Odd.
-Really?

Do you interact with everybody
that lives in your building?

Hi! I'm Kate.

Do you, um...?

Do you know that guy
you were just talking to?

Why? What did he do?

Nothing!

I just think he's cute.

Wait 'til you meet him.

His name's Ben.

He clerks with us.
I'm Callie.

-Hi.
-Rebecca.

Who's your judge?

Judge Wilson.
What about you?

Judge Handelman.

Handelman?

Yeah! I mean,
I've only been with him
for a few weeks.

Still trying to get
the lay of the land.

Rebecca, didn't you
use to clerk for Handelman?

Uh, it was more
of an internship

before I got the clerkship
with Judge Wilson.

How was that for you?
Working with him?

Fine.

Excuse me.

-Hi. I'm Kate.
-Ben.

Um...
I see a colleague.

I should
probably go say hi.

She's kinda weird.

She thinks you're cute.

Really?

By the way,
it wasn't an internship.

Rebecca was
Handelman's clerk,

before she got her grandfather,
the esteemed Senator from Texas,

to pull some strings
and get her transferred
to Wilson.

What was wrong
with Handelman?

He's just less respected.

Older, not moving up.

It's better to have a judge
with a good reputation
and a future on your resume.

-Like Wilson, who's a
Supreme Court contender.
-(ding)

Why do you think
she's so sensitive

about having "earned"
this clerkship?

Because she didn't.

It was just
another opportunity

handed to her
on a silver platter.

(clears throat)
Hey, Jamie.

Callie! Hi!

Uh, this is, uh...

I'm sorry, I--
I didn't get your name.

Together:
Rebecca.

We clerk together
for Judge Wilson.

I am due for a re-fill.

It's nice meeting you.

Well, what are you doing
at Clerk Cocktails?

Besides hitting on
pretty blondes.

(chuckles)

Uh, I didn't know
it was clerk cocktail night.

I am actually
meeting a client.

Why? Are you jealous?

No.

I'm just playing
by the rules you set up.

How's your artist?

-He's fine.
-Mm-hmm.

I have calls in
about his sister's case.

Should have an update soon.

Thank you.
I really, really
appreciate it.

Think Judge Wilson
will rule on the motion yet?

To suppress the officer's
personnel records,

in the Jamal case?

Callie:
No. The hearing's
not 'til next week.

So, do you think
the new Police Chief
poses a conflict of interest?

I was gonna ask
what you think.

I dunno.
I think it's a gray area.

Yes, Wilson's son
is facing charges in Berkeley,

and the new Chief
has strong ties

to that department
and the DA,

but I don't think
you can prove

that Wilson is feeling pressure

to go easy on the LAPD
as a result.

Unless, the new Chief
didn't want a big ruling

against the LAPD
the first month of his job.

He could use Tate's situation
to lean on Wilson.

You think Wilson
can be bought?

I don't agree with
his view of the law,

but I respect him.

I think he's ethical.

I mean, I hope he is
for the sake of Jamal's family.

And yours.

Like it or not,

your career
is tethered to his now.

Great.

(phone vibrates)

My client's running late.

How late?

♪ Move ♪

♪ Bodies in a room ♪

♪ We're just
bodies in a room ♪

♪ Everybody's
getting loose ♪

♪ Only one thing
left to do ♪

-(glass shatters)
-(both laughing)

-♪ Just this ♪
-Callie:
Your pants are buzzing.

(phone vibrating)

(groans)

My client's wondering
where I am.

♪ Gotta try too hard ♪

It was, uh, fun
bumping into you!

♪ ...in them hot tubs ♪

♪ We ain't got
to tell no one ♪

♪ Where we are ♪

♪ Between me and you ♪

(door opens, closes)

(exhales sharply)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey.

Hey, what are you guys
doing here?

-We're crashing!
-Mm-hmm.

She may have said
something about meeting
a cute law clerk.

Ooh! Who's that?

No! That's Ben.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

Hey, uh, Dennis
is gonna meet us.

So if you guys
want to grab a table,

I'll get the drinks.

Hey, you never mentioned

how hot Ben was.

You cannot date
my coworker.

(clears throat) Gael.

♪ There have been
hard times ♪

♪ And dark days ♪

♪ But we won't
let the past
stand in the way ♪

♪ Look to the future,
the bright lights ♪

♪ Raise your head up
and hold it high ♪

(vocalizing)

(techno music playing)

-Hi.
-Hi.

I'm Jesus.

I'm Becca.

Can I buy you a drink?

No.

I'll buy you one.

Jesus:
Okay, I got one.

What was the worst
pick-up line that
you've ever heard?

Um...

Hm. Okay.

This one's embarrassing.

Okay, go.

He asked me,

"Did you just fart
because you blew me away?"

-Stop. No.
-Yeah. Mm-hmm.

-(laughs)
That's really bad.
-I know, it's really bad.

Oh, my goodness.

Okay, um, give me
your best pick-up line.

Oh, I don't have--
I don't have one.

Come on.

Okay... um...

What do you do
for a living?

-Seriously?
-I told you
I have no game.

I don't believe you.

Give one to me.

Okay. So...

Excuse me.

My, my buddy
is really embarrassed.

He wants to get
your phone number

'cause he wants to know
the best way to get ahold
of me in the morning.

Ooh.

You said you have no game.

(chattering)

(pop music plays)

♪ I can be the new wild girl
with the wild, wild hair ♪

(chuckling)

What, is this
the only place you drink?

I could ask you the same.

I'm from out of town
so this is the only bar
I know.

I'm sorry I didn't text you.

It's been crazy busy.

No worries.

I'm here with my sisters,

um, are you
going to be
around for awhile?

I might.

Okay, well maybe
I could buy you a drink.

Maybe.

Okay.

My coconut bars
buttered those bros up
before the meeting

and I used all of
my tips from the Fight Club

and guess what?

Josh actually acknowledged
that I had an idea.

So did he put you
on the new project?

Well, no, but--

I'm sorry. Oh, I'm sorry.

How does you
baking brownies

and then thanking someone
for stealing your idea

count as a victory?

You take what you can get
in the real world, Jesus.

Doesn't really
sound like you, Mariana.

You've never been one
to settle for scraps.

See, this corporate bullshit
is exactly why I dropped out.

Okay, well not everyone
can quit, Dennis.

And neither of you
know what it's like

in a work place

where all of the bros
have the power,

and they only use it
to help each other.

Well, I have
some good news.

Listen, Jesus,
I like your idea.

Let me think on it
a beat and I'll get
back to you.

-All right?
-Thank you.

-Sounds amazing.
-Great.

Uh, excuse me.
I gotta go to the bathroom.

All right.

-Nice kid.
-Yeah.

I think he's a real hustler.

Yeah.

I've actually been
meaning to reach out to you.

I ran into Jennifer
a couple of months back

and, probably should have
asked first, but we've been
seeing each other.

She wanted to
tell you, but...

I wanted you
to hear it from me.

I appreciate that.

She says the divorce
is almost final.

(clears throat) Yeah.

I hope, you know,
we're still cool.

Long as Jenn's happy.

Good man.

Come here.

Good. Great seeing you.

Jesus:
Uh, Dennis and I
met with his friend today.

Oh, you guys
used to work together.

Yeah.

Anyway,
he's a venture
capitalist guy

which means he invests
in entrepreneurs,

and he really loved
my tiny house idea.

-Seriously?
-Yeah.

We like, really hit it off.

And then he said,
"Oh, I'm gonna
think about it."

And then he called me
like an hour later
and said that he's in.

He's gonna back me.

Wow. Um--

Good for you, Jesus.

I'm tired, I think
I'm gonna go home.

(sighs)

Uh, what's with her?

She's just
really struggling.

Nothing's coming
easy for her

and it's Mariana,
she's not used to that.

Should probably
go talk to her.

No, you stay.
I'll, uh, talk her down.

Hey.

Hi.

So, I was gonna take off
but I'll stay if you want
to buy me that drink.

Uh... I do.

But I actually
gotta go talk
to someone.

Sorry.

♪ You know how it is ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm sure
you can relate ♪

♪ No, no, let me
pick up this round ♪

Wow. (scoffs)

-I'll buy you a drink.
-No thanks.

♪ We'll sit a while ♪

(elevator dings)

Okay. Obviously,
you're mad at me.

I don't know
what about.

But whatever it is,
I was probably wrong.

Look, I'm not mad at you.

Okay, fine, I'm not
gonna keep asking.

Okay, look, it's just...

I've been working
at Speckulate
for four months,

and getting acknowledged
for that one idea in
that one meeting

was the first real
win that I've had.

And you kind of
just shit all over it.

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

And after bro-ing it
out with Dennis for two days,

you've already got
a V.C. throwing money at you.

It just sucks because
I have to work so hard.

Yeah, I work hard too, Mariana.

At being a guy
that girls love
and guys love

and everything
comes easily to.

Oh, you think...

that it's been easy,
having a TBI?

-No, but--
-I'm not as smart
as you, Callie, or Brandon.

You guys went to college,
and now you're out there
killing it.

The best I could do
was get my contractor's license,

and I had to bust my ass
to pass that test.

Nothing in my life
has come easy to me.

(door closes)

Look, it makes me sick

how these guys
are treating you
at work.

I want to kick
their asses,

but I know you.

And no one can
kick their asses
better than you.

Yeah, he's not
wrong about that.

I might not know
how the corporate
world works,

but I love you, Mariana.

And all I meant was that
I didn't want to see you

have to play down
to their level.

You know, especially since
you're, like, hella smarter
than any of these guys.

(laughs softly)

I love you too.

-Come here.
-Come in here.

-Oh, my gosh!
-(chuckling)

Knocked me out.

(all laughing)

It was a love tap.

(all laughing)

I think I'm gonna
have another concussion.

-No.
-(laughter)

(indistinct conversations)

What's up?

We're approaching
this all wrong.

We don't need to
navigate the culture here,

we need to change it.

How?

Well, for starters,
closing the gender pay gap.

Yeah right,
how do we do that?

The end of the year
performance reviews
are coming up, right?

Let's walk in there
and demand the raises
that we deserve.

Well, yeah, okay, but how?

We share our salary info.

Find out what they're
paying the men, and then
demand the same.

Wait, sharing our
salary information?

We signed non-disclosure
agreements in our contracts.

Look, if they even
hear about this,

they can fire us.

Fine.

Then we do it anonymously.

We make sure
that they don't
find out.

Hey, so...

if you're serious,
I know a way you could
help me.

A few of the women and I are
putting together a spreadsheet

to collect data on
what everyone's making

so that we can negotiate
better salaries
for ourselves.

Uh, you know
about the NDA, right?

Yeah, it's all going
to be anonymous.

I could get fired
just knowing about this.

Look, I'm-- I'm not
gonna tell anyone.

No one's going to know
that you shared your
salary information.

We just need to get
guys on board,

or else it's not
gonna work.

Yo, Mariana.

Are you telling people
that I tried to kiss you?

What?

No. I-I never said
that you tried to kiss me.

Because you didn't.

You heard that, right?
I never tried to kiss her.

Yep.

'Cause you're a witness, now.

Look, I--

I told some of the girls
that someone at work

tried to kiss me
and they all assumed
that it was Josh

because, well, apparently
he's tried to kiss
a bunch of them.

But I never said
that it was you.

Probably didn't need to.

I'm sure they'll
figure it out.

Will you think
about the spreadsheet?

Raj, are you
waiting for me?

I need to talk to you.

Okay. Come on in.

(whirring)

♪ Take my hands ♪

♪ Steer my feet ♪

♪ Take my tongue♪

So, um, regarding
Elizabeth Elizabeth Rodgers'
sexual harassment suit.

I know it's not my case,
but I planned a precedent

that would allow the judge
to rule in her favor.

Westendorf vs
West Coast Contractors

awarded the plaintiff damages

because she wasn't told
why she was fired until
after she filed suit.

♪ Change my name ♪

You're right.

It's not your case, Callie.

♪ Pull my pride ♪

-♪ Piece by piece apart ♪
-(door opens, closes)

Hey, what was that?

She's probably just pissed
that she keeps getting lame
two-day bench trials,

when the whole reason she got
Gramps to transfer her out of
Handelman's office

was so she could get
more high profile cases.

-Ben, Judge would
like a word.
-Yeah.

♪ Don't take my sin ♪

Um, that's not why
Rebecca was transferred.

♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

Judge Handelman's nickname
is "Judge Handsyman."

I'm just saying.

I'm sorry if
I overstepped.

Guess I'm just
a little sensitive

about this case.

Uh-huh.

I was raped.

And my rapist
didn't face any
consequences.

It was when
I was in foster care.

I had no power,

and he ended up
doing it again,
to another girl.

Becca, did Handelman
sexually harass you?

Wasn't as bad
as what happened to you.

All abuse is bad.

It started with a few
inappropriate comments.

I figured,
you know, (sighs)

different generation.

Maybe he didn't mean anything
by the "sweethearts"

and comments about
what I was wearing

and my figure.

Then he started
touching me.

Hands on the small
of my back

as he'd walk by.

Lingering hugs.
(scoffs)

Pressing up
against me.

I had no one
to complain to.

These judges...

they don't have bosses

or... an HR department
overseeing them.

The only choice I had
was to tell my family.

So my grandfather
pulled some strings,

but I still had to interview
with Wilson to prove I was
up to the job.

No one doubts
your ability, Rebecca.

Does Wilson know
about Handelman?

I'm assuming everyone does.

Look, all I know is that
my grandfather told me

to take the job
with Wilson,

keep my mouth shut,

and they'd make sure
Handelman wasn't assigned

any more female clerks.

Wonder if it's
happening to Kate.

Maybe if you went public--

I can't.

My family would kill me.

Look, I know it's hard.

I didn't want to
come forward either,

but if Kate's being
harassed by Handelman...

I admire that you came forward,

but if I accuse
a federal judge,

it'll be all over the news.

And if the press found out

that my grandfather knew
about Handelman,

that could ruin him,
politically.

My family would
never speak to me again.

So as much as
I wish I could, I can't.

If he's doing it to Kate,
she's gonna have to
come forward herself.

Well, you know
that she won't

'cause she doesn't have
a powerful family
to protect her.

If she comes forward,
she won't be transferred,

she'll be ruined.

There's nothing
I can do about that.

I'm sorry.

Angela:
Something has been
brought to my attention

and I need to speak
with you, Mariana.

Uh, can we talk
in your office?

No, I want everyone
to hear this.

I understand that you
are being excluded

from working on the new
social network project,

which was assigned
to this team,

and when something
gets assigned to a team
at Speckulate,

it means the entire team.
Got it?

Alex, you got it?

Yeah, sure.

Whatever. I--

-I was just thinking--
-Great.

Angela:
Great.

I'll let Josh know.

♪ The deeper
the better ♪

♪ The deeper
the better ♪

♪ The deeper
the better ♪

Seriously, Mary-anna?

You bitched to Angela?

Hey.

I didn't say
a word. I swear.

Then how did she find out?

I told her.

Mariana has great ideas,

and she codes faster
than all of us,

even you, Alex.

We need her on this project.

Okay, Raj.

She can work with you.

But maybe that was
your plan all along, huh?

I need a kombucha.

Et tu, Brute?

Jesus:
That was a savage
move, dude.

I should have
done it sooner.

And send me
that spreadsheet.

So I wrote it in favor
of Elizabeth Rodgers,

using your precedent.

But...

I'd appreciate it if you
didn't tell anyone about
our conversation earlier.

Sorry you have to
work for an asshole.

(door closes)

Sorry, I didn't
know anyone was here.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

Sure.

You had a tough childhood.

Foster care, juvie.

How did you
end up going
to law school

without screwing
your life up?

Well, I was adopted

by my moms.

And they made me
feel wanted

and like I could
do something with my life.

Yeah, but...

it's not just about
good parenting.

What--

What's inside you that
drives you to want to succeed?

I don't know.

(laughs softly)

My son...

has no respect for me...

or his mother,

or himself.

He had too much privilege.

No one ever truly
appreciates that

which is not earned.

(sighs)

Many ways...

I blame myself.

But sometimes I think

character is just
something you're born with.

Or not.

You have character, Callie.

Try not to...

compromise that as you

go forth in your career.

Situations...

can get more complicated.

Grey areas are not
as easy to navigate.

I'll be expecting your memo

on the defense motion
for the Thompson case

on my desk by Monday.

It was really nice
having you here.

Jesus:
Oh, you sure? (chuckles)

-(door opens)
-Oh!

Uh, it's good, 'cause I'll
be back in a few weeks for
a meeting with Nathan.

Also, Brandon's couch sucks!

-It does.
-I am so sorry.

I had to work all day.

Can we grab dinner
before you go?

Um, I actually
made plans with
that girl

-that I met
the other night.
-Ooh.

I asked her
to meet me here.
Is that okay?

-(door opens)
-Yeah.

Hey, Becca.

Uh, these are my sisters.

-Mariana and Callie.
-(door closes)

Your Honor.

Can I ask you a favor?

It's about
Judge Handelman.