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[Mariah] Previously on
Emperor of Ocean Park...

Truth is,
I'm having some problems

in the romance department.

So are you gonna
invite me in or what?

It's nice to be around
someone whose company I enjoy.

What is this all about?

It's about you fucking my wife.

Get your hands off me!
[grunts]

[Kimmer] You attacked
my boss in public.

I told you there was
nothing going on with him.

[person] You're letting
Mariah's conspiracies

get into your head.

You're seeing things
that aren't there.

[Tal]
Silver Audi down there?

It's been following me.

Who are you?

[Oliver]
This guy, he's ex-military?

[Jack] I know him from CIA,
a field officer.

Now he's mine.

[Tal]
Agent McDermott.

Or is it even McDermott,

since you're not
an agent at all?

When you're ready to talk
about Lisa, you call me.

I'll pick you up.

Red sedan.

Far end of the lot.

[explosion]

[onlooker]
Someone was in that car!

What do you want to do
if we find the wagon in there?

I want their parents
to have to bury a child,

just like I did.

They figured out
who killed Abby.

- What?
- Who?

The judge had them killed.

I could use your help.

MKD Global versus Manalo.

The case is on our docket
next month.

It is.

And how can I help?

A brilliant jurist
like you,

I'm sure you already
know the answer.

[dramatic music plays]

[tense music plays]

[brakes squeaking]

So... this is it?

Is what it?

I'm really not gonna
see you again?

Just you spying on me
with no more direct contact?

[chuckles]
Yes to the spying.

No to the direct contact,
as lovely as that was.

That's unfortunate.

There are other
players in this game,

and they've got
their eyes on you.

It's best for both of us
if I stay away.

I guess we'll always
have Pad Thai.

Yeah.

[chuckles]
Yeah, we will.

I think you should have this.

How do I know this isn't
spyware that shares

all my computer activity
with your employers?

It's not about
the arrangements.

I obtained a lot of
information on your family--

pictures, videos,
stuff like that.

I thought
you should have it back.

So you hacked me.

It's my job.

You guys have
already lost a lot.

I wanted to give you
something to remind you

of the good times.

Thank you.

See you around.

[tense music plays]

[door slams, engine starts]

[Howard] You really think
your dad could...

...murder two teenagers
for revenge?

Yeah.

Addie wouldn't lie
about something like that.

And, frankly,
it all makes sense.

I mean... [scoffs]

I don't even know
what to say.

Honor, duty, justice.

[scoffs]
What a load of bullshit.

I mean, if someone
hurt our kids,

I would definitely think
about doing the same thing.

Yeah, you'd think about it,
and I would too.

And then we'd come to our
senses and call the police.

You think we should?

Call the police?

I'm not snitching
on my dad, Howard.

You know, he's dead.

So are Abby's killers.

It wouldn't do any good.

And I was just...

so sure that
he was the victim,

that he was this martyr.

Hey.

Silver lining--
maybe this will finally

allow you to accept
his death, move on.

Or...

"Or"?

There's no "or," Mariah.

Or take a look at it
from a different perspective.

OK, that's not what I was
trying to say at all.

I mean, I have been so tunnel
vision through all of this.

I've been looking at
all the shady people

that he was dealing with
when, really,

maybe I should just
be looking at him.

Hmm.

- [sizzling]
- [bell dings]

Everything good, Judge?

Superb, as usual.

[chuckles]

Can I get the check
when you have a moment?

Already taken care of.

I can't let you do that.

Not me.

The gentleman in the booth.

You really shouldn't have.

I can't buy breakfast
for a friend?

Favors from you tend to come
with strings attached.

You've become a very
hard man to get a hold of.

What do you want, Jack?

I think you know.

The MKD Global case
you're hearing this morning?

I can't discuss that
with you.

It would be a massive breach
of judicial ethics.

No discussion needed.

MKD Global must win.

Simple.

If the facts of the case
reports such a ruling, then--

The facts are irrelevant.

I'll be eagerly
anticipating your ruling.

[upbeat music playing
over speakers]

[Reyes] But the plaintiff
has failed to show injury

or to establish that
Mr. Manalo even had access

to proprietary information.

Preemptively suing
Mr. Manalo for theft

of intellectual property is
a frivolous corporate maneuver

that failed in the lower
courts on the merits.

This appeal is
an extraordinary waste

of the court's
valuable time.

I think if we look
at the pertinent case law,

this court will have serious
questions on standing.

We request that
the lower court's

sanctions order is upheld,

as well as the additional
sanctions--

[ominous music plays]

Reyes was very impressive
and compelling and persuasive.

Not to mention,
she's absolutely right.

The suit is frivolous,
premature,

and we should summarily rule
against MKD Global.

Toss the whole thing
with prejudice.

Let the lower court's
opinion stand.

You don't seem convinced.

I've been at this
a long time.

It'll take more than an
impassioned lawyer to sway me.

What's the legal precedent?

Well, the contract's too
broad to be enforceable.

The whole case is a transparent
attempt to bleed Manalo dry

and stifle competition.

Sir, this is open-and-shut.

It lacks merit.

That's for me to decide.

Bring me the relevant case law,
and I'll take it from there.

[tense music plays]

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

[fading footsteps, door opens]

As I've mentioned,
exhuming a body

is a complicated ordeal.

There's layers of red tape,
not to mention the cost.

The cost is immaterial.

And I will cut through
the red tape quickly.

Is that what
I need to fill out?

Yes, but, ma'am,
I'm not sure you have

the authority
to authorize this.

He is my father.

What are you talking about?

[thunder rumbles]

Uncle Mal?

What are you doing here?

They called me.

Said I better get down here
because someone was inquiring

about exhuming
my client's body.

Well, it's good
that you're here.

You can help.

Well, why on Earth
would you think I'd be

on board with
something so obscene?

Because we need
to know how he died.

Mariah, honey,
we already know--

Don't "Mariah, honey" me.

He had a heart attack.

Yes, maybe.

I agree that
that's a possibility.

Let's prove it.

There's nothing
left to prove.

You have to let this go.

My father is dead, Mal...

and I don't know why.

I can't let this go
until I know for sure.

I feel for you.

- I really do.
- Then help me.

There's no way in hell we're
digging up your father's body!

You know, as executor
of your dad's estate,

I can call his doctor
and have them

explain to you
how things like this

happen to men
like the judge--

I already have
his medical records.

And do you even know
what you're looking at?

You're not a doctor.

Neither am I.

Look, I'll call the doctor.

They'll be expecting you.

[thunder rumbles]

Oliver, if you don't get
that thing out of my face!

[Oliver laughs]
Just--just trying to capture

your beauty for posterity.

[Claire] Come on.

- [Claire laughs]
- [mouse clicks]

[Mariah] He's going to be
the next president.

Is that what this is about?

John Edwards?

He hasn't even announced
he's running.

[Mariah] Oh, any day now.

And when he does,
we're ending poverty

and getting
universal health care.

[Oliver] How did I end up
with you as a daughter?

Karmic punishment for all
your evil doing, obviously.

[both chuckling]

[somber music plays]

[Claire] You can do it, Tal.

I got it!

[Oliver] Go, go, Mariah!

I try to be a humble man,
but I don't think

a better-looking steak
has ever been cooked.

If you're watching this,
you are watching perfection.

Dinner's ready!

Oh.

We have a third dinner guest?

Yes, this is John Edwards.

He'll need his own table
setting, thank you very much.

[Oliver] You want me
to serve John Edwards?

[Mariah] Yeah.

- [Oliver] I don't think so.
- [notification chimes]

[Oliver laughs]

[notification chimes]

[dramatic music plays]

[tires squealing]

[line ringing]

[honking]

[tires squealing]

[honking]

[Kimmer]
You have reached the voicemail

of Kimberly Madison-Garland.

Please leave
a detailed message.

[Tal] Bentley's in danger.

Call me back right now.

And whatever you do,
don't take your eyes off him,

not even for a second.

[line ringing]

[Jack] Hello, Talcott.

Have you found
the arrangements?

My son, he's in trouble.

They're watching him.
Who is it?

What are you talking about?

Someone sent me a text

with a picture
of Bentley playing,

telling me I had 24 hours
to produce the arrangements.

No one wants the arrangements
more than you, Jack.

Was it you threatening Bentley,
you piece of shit?

If it is,
I swear to fucking God, Jack.

[Jack]
I had nothing to do with it.

But I will find out who did.

Sure, because you're
protecting my family, right?

[Jack]
Anyone who touches that child

will have to answer to me.

That's not good enough.

It's the best I can do

until you find
the arrangements.

Would you forget about
the fucking arrangements?

[Jack] This will not end
until they're found.

Fuck! Fuck!

[tires squealing]

[Oliver]
Chief Justice Roosevelt.

You've known me
for a decade now, Oliver.

I think you can
call me Stephen.

Seeing you on the golf course
is a bit different

than a chat with
the chief justice.

Well, I won't lie.

I prefer seeing you
on the green as well.

I wanted to ask about that
conflict of interest form

you sent out.

Is there a problem?

Well, I admire your honesty.

A stock sale or two
is not reason enough

for recusal
at this late date.

You've already
heard arguments.

These things usually get
submitted when a case

first appears
on the docket.

The financial entanglements
didn't come to my attention

until recently.

I understand.

But this is highly unusual.

Replacing you will interfere
with the defendant--

Get me off of this case.

Please.

[uneasy music plays]

Is something going on?

♪ ♪

Only the financial matters.

That's all?

I'm begging you, Stephen.

Take me off of this.

Whatever you have to say
is your reasoning,

just do it, this one time.

This case, for me,
it's--it's not right.

If it's just the matter
you presented,

then I can't approve
your recusal.

This case is too high profile
for something so irregular.

Look, I admire
your honesty, though.

Your father was decent.

That's how I remember him.

Our disparate politics aside,

he was always very supportive
of me and this practice.

He trusted me, even when I was
young and just starting out.

Yeah, he was
a freakin' saint.

I am looking for
something that can

tell me whether
or not my father

died from natural causes.

Do you suspect something
other than natural causes?

He was eating healthy,
exercising regularly.

I have the results of
his last seven physicals,

and none of the notes said

"about to drop dead
of a heart attack."

Records rarely tell
the full story.

They lack
the narrative context.

What do you mean?

I did an ultrasound
of your father's heart

about five years ago

when he was complaining
about shortness of breath--

Yeah, I--I read that report.

It showed only minor
irregularities five years ago.

Minor,
but potentially progressive.

He needed
a valve replacement.

He said he was too old.

He wouldn't even consult
with a thoracic surgeon.

Black men and doctors--

we are still fighting
that battle.

Your father's age
and a litany of comorbidities

contributed to a massive
coronary event.

That's how your father died.

Mariah...

I know grief does not
like simple answers.

Is there anyone
that you can talk to?

No.

Um, I mean...
that won't be necessary.

I'll--I'll be fine.

Thank you.

OK.

Oh, thank God.

Daddy!

Hey, buddy.

It is so good to see you.

[front door opens]

[Kimmer] Bentley?

Go inside
with your Aunt Lindy.

I said I'd talk
when I'm ready.

Look.

What do your
father's arrangements

have to do with Bentley?

Nothing, but whoever sent this,

they want the arrangements now.

Or else they may try to--

God.

But this is what I've been
trying to tell you, Kimmer.

This is real.

I know you've been preoccupied
with the nomination--

Look, look,
I don't care about anything

except Bentley's safety, OK?

And my nomination chances have
gone up in smoke anyway, so.

What, the nomination's
up in smoke?

The reporters have been
snooping around Marc.

It's what they do when there's
about to be a big announcement.

It's over.

Obviously, there are
more important things

and people to worry about.

What are we gonna do?

You both need to come with me.

We can go someplace safe.

With you?

It seems we'd be
safer without you.

Look, you have something
these people want.

And if you run off with
Bentley, they'll follow you.

The safest thing you can do is
to stay away from both of us.

The thing is, I still
don't have what they want.

I'm no closer to finding
the arrangements.

You're smart.

You'll think of something.

You have to.

[ominous music plays]

Hey, Susan, could you go
clean the, um, kitchen island?

I spilled some wine, and I don't
want the marble to stain.

I need this.

It has already been
a very long day.

OK?

I just keep thinking
about my dad and his death.

This is so confusing.

Hmm.

"Hmm."

What does that mean?

You're confused because
you're fearing the truth.

Americans,
you all fear it.

But truth is vicious animal
that no man can outrun.

A predator.

When I was girl...

my village was ravaged
by the winds of war.

Boys as young as 15

left home,
never to return.

Sorrow greeted me
every morning like...

good old friend
who never left my side.

Each night, I stared
at black night sky,

my numbness as vast

as the endless
dark above me.

Except there was
moon, Mariah.

A bit of light, usually.

There was sometimes
full moon,

sometimes half, crescent.

And then there was no moon.

I asked my mother...

"Mama, where does
the moon go?"

She say...

"Sometimes it is here.

Sometimes it is gone.

That is the way of life.

Go do chores."

Sometimes here,
sometimes gone.

That is the way of life.

Yeah.

That's life.

We should talk more often.

Half pound of the oven-roasted
turkey, please,

thin sliced.

Make sure
you watch your weight.

They cheat you sometimes.

Judge Garland, I didn't think
you lived around here.

Well, my grandkids had
a playdate over here.

I thought that, uh,
I'd take care of some errands

before I had to pick them up.

Ah.

You, uh, catch
that Cubs game?

I'm a Sox fan.

- [chuckling]
- Oh.

Your name came up
the other day,

when I was having lunch
with Judge Zimmerman,

of the Eighth Circuit?

She was really impressed
with the way you handled

that employment discrimination
case last year.

She is a huge,
huge fan of yours.

Good to know.

It's a much fairer court,
from what I can see.

Sir, not to be rude,
but I'm uncomfortable

with this level
of ex parte conversation.

Apologies.

Um, I was just
thinking out loud.

Oh, thank you.

Take this case elsewhere.

You cannot argue this
in front of me.

Our--our arguments are sound,

if that's what
you're concerned about.

Apply for a change of venue.

Do it today.

And I'll make sure
it happens.

Your Honor,
you're hurting my arm.

[uneasy music plays]

Daddy!

[Oliver] This will not end.

[tires squeaking]

[suspenseful music plays]

[phone vibrates]

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Uh, just packing up
some of Dad's shit.

- What's up?
- I need you to meet me.

It's Bentley. He's in danger.

What? What happened?

I got a threat.

I'll explain.

Oh, my God.

It's OK.

I know where to get
the arrangements.

[soft chuckle]

Can Jack and I have a moment?

Of course.

Jack, always good
to catch up.

Always lovely
to see you, Claire.

Why are you here?

Why are you acting
like such a fool?

A conflict of interest?

Orchestrating run-ins
with defense counsel?

- How'd you hear about that?
- Irrelevant.

- We had a deal.
- Did we?

Or did you just say jump
and expect me to ask how high?

You're being stubborn.

I don't like feeling like
I'm under somebody's thumb.

I might just be
the slightest bit angry

that someone I considered
a friend is blackmailing me.

This is
an exchange of favors.

I did you a favor.

Now I'm asking
for a favor in return.

How long until
my debt is repaid?

It doesn't work like that.

I worked too hard
and for too long to get here.

I'm not giving up
my voice for you.

You have plenty of cases
I don't care about.

You can showcase your judicial
brilliance with those.

This is just business.

I'll see myself out.

[ominous music plays]

[Mariah]
Why did we have to meet here?

[Tal] Public is better.

Noise is better.

They might be watching
and listening, both--

I don't know.

So do you really
have the arrangements?

No, not exactly.

[scoffs]

But I have to say
that on the phone

because I need whoever
might be listening

to think that I have
the arrangements.

Why?

Because I'm gonna
give 'em to 'em.

You just said that
you don't have them.

I don't technically,
but they don't know that.

So I'm gonna give them
whatever appears

to be the arrangements.

Decoy arrangements?

But I thought
they were with, um,

Lisa's boyfriend
or whatever.

I got a plan for that too.

Minor detail, though--
we don't know what

the arrangements are,
let alone what they look like

or what form they're in.

So what exactly are you
going to give them?

I don't know yet.

I haven't gotten that far.

Yeah, well,
it's pretty crucial

that you get it right, Tal.

Otherwise they're
gonna immediately know

that the arrangements
are bogus.

I know.

And then not only
will they still want

the real arrangements,

they're going to be
pissed at you,

and you'll be in
even more danger.

Damn, I said
I know, Mariah.

But this threat came
with a ticking clock.

I don't have
the luxury of time.

I gotta make this shit up
on the fly.

Instead of poking holes,

why don't you
contribute a solution?

What if--what if there was
a way to get ahead of them?

And we use the fake
arrangements, like you said.

Then we flip it on them.

OK, so what does that mean?

So we use it as a trap.

We stall them.

We draw them out
into the daylight,

shine a spotlight
on their identity,

and then we use that

to stay one step ahead,
protect ourselves.

Am I supposed to know
what you're talking about?

No. Let--let
your big sister cook.

I'm gonna need
a couple of hours.

I'll be in touch.

What--what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go find
Lisa and her boyfriend.

[door closes]

You may be seated.

[sighs]

While this court appreciates
the burden of a corporation

protecting itself
from espionage,

the idea that this case
rises to that

is a ludicrous misapplication
of contract law,

and I quote the defense
by saying,

"A waste of this court's
valuable time."

We grant the defendant's
motion for dismissal.

[gavel bangs]

[suspenseful music plays]

Any time you just
wanna pop out of there

and explain yourself,
feel free, man.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa.

[line ringing]

- [Dana] Hey.
- Dana, can you meet up?

I need to run something by you
in person.

[Dana] Whatever it is,
it can wait, dude.

Marc Hadley is about to get

his ass handed to him
right now.

You're gonna want to be here
for that--trust me.

Excellent.
Just what I need.

[teller] OK.

This will live in the vault,
which is just to your right

when you come in,
and everything's

in numerical order.

This key is yours.

The other key stays
at the bank.

It takes both keys
to open the deposit box.

Thank you.

And then just to clarify, uh,

do I need just the key
to access,

or are there other
security measures?

The deposit vault has cameras,

and you'll also need
to show photo ID.

Perfect.

[suspenseful music plays]

[lock chirps]

Marc.

Headed into the meeting,
I guess?

Well, they're not even letting
me attempt to defend myself.

There's no due process.

[scoffs]
What a joke, right?

I didn't do what
they're accusing me of.

It's complicated,

but I have a perfectly
logical explanation.

And if I was just
given the chance--

They're probably
waiting on me.

I--I could really use
an advocate in there, Tal.

You know me.

I do know you, Marc.

I know you quite well.

[phone vibrating]

[Mariah]
Hey, did you talk to Dana yet?

Uh, on my way now.

What's up?

Well, I don't wanna put
any more things on your plate,

but, um...

[Tal] But what?

...didn't you say that
you threw a hammer

at an Audi
that had been following you?

Yeah, why?

Because I just saw a car

exactly like the one
you described

with a big hammer-like dent
in the back.

Saw the driver too.

Who? What? Who was it?

Um, tallish Black guy, 6'4".

Young, attractive--

very attractive.

All right, calm down, Stella.

It's not a chance for you
to get your groove back.

I'm being stalked.

Can you tell me anything else?
Any defining features?

Not really.

All right, then.

Let's talk about it later.

- I gotta go.
- All right.

I'll meet you at the office
as soon as I get

the rest of the stuff
for tonight.

[indistinct chatter]

So he never graduated
law school?

Forged his transcripts
and diploma, apparently.

Investigators dug it up
when he was being vetted.

And now there's rumors
the dude cheated on the bar too.

You gotta be kidding.

New York Times,
Washington Post,

The Atlantic are
all dropping stories.

That's what this
meeting's about, man.

Vote his ass off the island.

Wouldn't we be having
a disciplinary hearing first?

Well, no.

No one ever survives
a hearing with their job.

If it's voted for,
he'll have to resign.

Wasn't this meeting supposed
to start ten minutes ago?

You got somewhere to be?

Yeah, sort of.

That's what I needed
to talk to you about.

- OK.
- Talcott.

You're back.

Any chance you've,
uh, explored any

of your favorite
legal reference texts lately?

No, I was informally
suspended, remember?

Hmm.

You really should brush up.

Great way to pass the time

while you're away
from the classroom.

All right,
let's settle down, people.

You all know why we're here.

I assume you've all
heard the rumors.

Lest this become
a 12 Angry Men situation,

let me get right down to a vote
and see where we are.

Any objections?

OK.

Per the university protocol,
any faculty member

suspected of misrepresenting
academic credentials

is subject to dismissal
pending a disciplinary hearing.

That hearing process
begins only when

there's a 2/3 vote
of all tenured

departmental faculty
to proceed.

So, by show of hands,
all those in favor

of initiating
the disciplinary hearing

procedure for Associate
Professor Marc Hadley.

Oh.

Made it in for this, huh?

Oh, fuck it.

It's basically all of you.

OK, we're done here.

So what did you want
to talk to me about?

I need you
to do me a favor.

Another one?

Yeah.

You're the only person
I trust

with this kind of stuff.

You are lucky
I like you.

Favors get people
in trouble.

Yeah, well...

OK.

I'll have more coffee
when you get a moment.

No problem.

Metro Section, C7,
above the fold.

Good morning
to you too, Jack.

Just go to the page.

[sighs]

[ominous music plays]

There's a case concerning
the National

Water Rights Foundation
on your docket.

I look forward
to reading your decision.

Here you go.

Will you be ordering
anything, sir?

No, thanks.

I just wanted to have a quick
chat with an old friend.

Have a lovely day.

[dramatic music plays]

It is the finding
of this court

that the National
Water Rights Foundation

has a reasonable claim
to ownership

of the water rights
in question

and that
the Farmers' Association,

while their frustration is
understandable,

are in error.

The verdict stands.

[gavel bangs]

I can still make
my tee time.

Care to join?

No.

I have work to do.

[ominous music plays]

I need the paperwork
on the Manalo case.

I'd like to review it
for my personal files.

[Greg] Of course, sir.

I was just about to file it.

I wasn't initially sure
where you were coming from

with your decision,
but your interpretation

of water law was
a masterpiece.

When you know
where you need to go,

sometimes it's just
a matter of figuring out

how to get there.

Greg, before you leave
for the day,

can you show me
how to use the scanner?

[suspenseful music plays]

[scanner beeps]

I'll admit,
key in a box is better

than any idea I've had.

And giving the ID at the bank
could be a nice touch.

But what do they find
if they make it

all the way
to the safety deposit box?

I burned a shitload
of random encrypted

financial files from my days
at The Tribune onto a CD.

It'll take them weeks
before they decrypt it

and realize
that it's bullshit.

Thought of everything.

All we gotta do
is bury the key.

Well, technically,
I gotta bury the key.

Thanks for doing this.

Yeah, anything for Bentley.

So I'm looking for
Melvin Matthews' grave, yes?

Yeah, that's right.

You, uh, put the box
in the ground

and then throw a pot
of flowers or something

to disguise where you dug

and then get
the hell out of there.

And somebody's
gonna go dig this up?

Yeah, I am, later tonight.

I'm not committing
a crime, right?

You're just putting a safety
deposit key into the ground.

Nothing illegal.

Don't overthink it. OK?

We are counting on you, Dana.

You just need to keep your
head down, do what we said.

No more questions.

You got this.

You are so hot when you're
in this stern coach mode.

Dana.

OK. I'm out.

- Are you scared?
- About tonight?

Terrified.

Yeah, me too.

I'm gonna come.

To the graveyard?

Yeah, I'm gonna be somewhere
close by and out of the way.

What? No.

It's too dangerous.
I can't let you--

I'm gonna fucking
be there, Tal.

That's the guy.

What guy?

The guy in the Audi
that you hit with the hammer.

The guy you said
was chasing you?

[Tal] That makes no sense.

That's one of my students.

How sure are you?

One thousand percent,
that is the guy.

[suspenseful music plays]

It's you.

Professor Garland.

I didn't see you there.

Why have you been
following me?

Following you?

Stalking me for weeks,

following me around campus,

sitting outside my house.

I think you got me
confused, Prof.

How'd you get that dent?

Uh, I don't know, man.

I'm just seeing it now.

License plate matches.

Have you been
following my wife too?

Look, I don't wanna
talk about this.

What do you know
about the arrangements?

The what?

- Man, you trippin', man.
- God damn it.

Tell me--

It's not about you!

It's not about
arrangements

or whatever other shit
you're talking about.

What's it about then?

Kimmer!

The building in that picture,
the one she's leaving,

that's my building,
my condo.

And that's not the first time
she's been there.

You're the one
she's been sleeping with.

I was interning at her firm,
and one thing led to another.

She told you
to leave her alone,

that fucking you
was a mistake.

She didn't think
it was a mistake--trust me.

Not until
that judicial nomination

business came up.

A workplace sex scandal
might hurt her chances.

Kimmer and her boss, Jerry,
kept trying to get me

to sign the NDA,
keep me quiet.

So, yeah,
I may have lost it a bit

when I saw you
with my woman.

Your woman?

You couldn't handle her.

You couldn't keep her, and you
damn sure couldn't satisfy her.

[grunts]

[dramatic music plays]

All right.

We good?

Fuck, no.

[car door slams]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[notification chimes]

[somber music plays]

[notification chimes]

I didn't think I'd be
getting a dinner invitation

from you until we were both
ready for the nursing home.

- [laughs]
- Maybe not even then.

I don't enjoy
our current situation.

But I also don't throw
friendships away lightly.

It's one of the things
I admire most about you.

This doesn't mean
I'm gonna start trying

to get you to see reason.

I wouldn't trust it
if you did.

We haven't discussed
the matter of payment.

I'm not interested
in your money.

This isn't a mob deal.

I would have
gone with something

a little less cliché,

but my accounts are
being monitored.

By who?

Ah, Treasury and State have
launched an investigation

into some of my affairs.

A few of my less
measured decisions

abroad are coming
back to haunt me.

Should I be concerned?

All ancient history.

Nothing to do with
our current relationship.

[chuckles]
And who would question

Oliver Garland and his
unimpeachable morals?

I'll get you another drink.

Uh, want dessert?

No, thanks.

I--I have to be off.

There's another
contract law case

coming to your appeals docket
in the next few weeks--NDAs.

It's of interest
to my associates.

I'll be in contact.

It's good to be
working together.

It feels like college again,
but without the hangovers.

I'm glad you're
enjoying yourself.

You will too, eventually.

If you leave that here,
it's going in the fire.

You earned it.

You do with it what you want.

Where did Abby want
to go to college?

UNC.

Wonderful school.

I'm sure they'll be
appreciative

of the Abby Garland
Foundation.

[dramatic music plays]

I can't have that man
in and out of our house

for the rest of our lives.

He won't be.

What are you up to?

Making some arrangements
to ensure our future.

[Jack] There's another
contract law case

coming to your appeals docket
in the next few weeks--NDAs.

It's of interest
to my associates.

I'll be in contact.

[dramatic music plays]

[thunder rumbling]

[ominous music plays]

[gun clicks]

Leave it right there.

I saw your car explode.

Did you see me in it?

Hand it over.

There was too much
heat on you.

Too many eyes on me.

I figured I'd let you
think I was gone,

follow, see where you led.

Hadn't counted on you
being so damn slow.

So you thought
you'd threaten my son?

It worked, didn't it?

Either you knew it was
here the whole time,

or your brain finally
started working

when you thought
your kid was in danger.

The latter.

See?

That's why I do this
for a living.

I thought you were
working for Jack.

Hell no.

He's cheated me for years.

Truthfully,
he's owned me for years.

When I get this, I'm free
of him once and for all.

Lisa and her boyfriend,

right here the entire time.

Fucking finally.

Open it.

What is this?

Uh, I don't know.

[sighs]

Oh, come on, man.
No, no, no, no.

I have a son.

Sorry.

[gunshots]

[groaning]

[gunshots continue]

[gasping]

[panting]

[groaning]

[Mariah] Tal? Tal?

Tal! [sobbing]

You complete idiot.

Don't you dare die on me.

[both speaking indistinctly]

[dramatic music plays]

Help!

[sobbing]

Help!

[Mobb Deep]
♪ I put my lifetime ♪

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The paper's lines ♪

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Who fight rhyme ♪

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♪ But I ain't
Concerned with them ♪

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Than you holdin' them ♪

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While the sun's out ♪

♪ And scold your men ♪

♪ Unload ten in
Broad daylight, get right ♪

♪ Fuck your life
Hop on my '98 dirt bike ♪

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From growin' ♪

♪ I'll make your blood
Stop flowin' ♪

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To any ass if he askin' ♪

♪ Now here come the MAC-10 ♪

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For the Knife-Fist thrower ♪

♪ Rusty shank holder
We live this shit ♪

♪ 'Cause it's the real shit
Shit to make 'em feel shit ♪

♪ Lump 'em in the club shit ♪

♪ Have you wildin' out
When you bump this ♪

♪ Drugs to your eardrum
The raw uncut ♪

♪ Have a nigga OD
'Cause it's never enough ♪

♪ It's the real shit
Shit to make 'em feel shit ♪

♪ Lump 'em in the club shit ♪

♪ Have you wildin' out
When you bump this ♪

♪ Drugs to your eardrum
The raw uncut ♪

♪ Have a nigga OD
'Cause it's never enough ♪

♪ The real ♪

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♪ ♪