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Previously on Matlock...

Sorry, who are you?
Madeline Matlock.

Like the old TV show,
which was all I heard

between 1984 and 1992.

Why do you want to work
at my firm?

I need to make some money.

Let me prove that
I can be useful.

Tell me how to do that.

I charge $1,200 an hour,

so clear that up with somebody

whose time you can afford.

We just got demoted

to a third, Billy.

Big Pharma, big money.
That's where I want to be.

Because I'm bitter
and broke.

Good evening,
Mrs. Kingston.

There she is.

Well, you'd been
a lot less cheery

if you knew how I talked
about you at work.

Gambling, cheating,

not to mention dead.

Grammy!
Was I right?

Perfect name?
Fits with Matty,

reminds us of Mom.

I can see her
clear as day,

glued to the television.

So, when do you get
to work on drug cases?

I have to build up
a little trust first.

One of those three hid documents

that could have taken
opioids off the market

ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives
that could have saved.

Including our daughter's.

So I'm gonna figure out
who knew what, when.

And then?

I'm gonna put them in jail.

Morning, y'all.

Sorry to interrupt.

But I couldn't sleep last night

because I was so jazzed
about our big win.

And when I can't sleep,
I bake. And eat.

Which is why there's only
a dozen of these bad boys left.

Anybody want a muffin?

Uh, I'd love
one, actually.

Uh, me, too.
Actually, Matty,

have a seat.

Everything okay?

Y'all look like my husband
right before he told me

he was in love
with his secretary.

And by secretary,
I mean prostitute.

Butterscotch?

I don't want
a butterscotch or a muffin.

I want to clear
something up.

Your name is
Madeline Matlock, right?

Mm-hmm.
And that's Matlock,

as in the old
TV show, right?

Right.

Right.
The problem is...

we have a problem.

Yesterday you said
Matlock ended in 1992,

but actually it moved
to another broadcast network

in 1992, where it continued
running for three more years,

which you would know
if that was really your name.

So who the hell are you?

Hmm. Huh?

Oh.
Another anxiety dream?

I just can't believe I made
such a silly mistake.

Nobody noticed.

Oh, it was
just so sloppy.

I'd rehearsed so much
in my head, and then...

getting up in front
of that boardroom, I j...

I was flustered.

So I sped up instead
of slowing down.

I just have to
remember to slow down

when I get flustered.

Just do my
square breathing

and no more
getting emotional.

Emotions cause mistakes.

I can't make any
more mistakes.
Madeline...

Edwin, if you tell me
one more time

that you don't know
if this is a good idea

and I don't have to do this...

I wasn't going to say that.
I was going to say...

...don't make any more mistakes.

You liar.

Okay.

Let's get this
day humping.

Excited for
your first day

as an official employee
at Jacobson Moore?

I'm just trying
to stay calm.

Now we have a plan,
I need to execute it.

I hope you're not doing your
homework last minute, darling.

Homework's on your desk.

Just making a list of questions
for you to ask Mrs. B.

I need to know as much

as possible about how
their computer systems work

from the inside.

Um, let's redo
number three. Okay?

What led to the fall
of the Roman Empire?

Hubris.
Sums up the whole thing.

Oh, and be on the
lookout for a way

to get passcodes.
Patience.

We're nowhere near passcodes.

Right now I just
have to continue

to build trust
with Olympia.

If she trusts me, she's gonna
give me greater access.

If Olympia is the one
who hid the documents

for Wellbrexa saying
opioids were addictive,

she's not gonna just
hand them over to you,

no matter how much
she trusts you.

No one expects anyone
to hand over anything.

And what I'm not
hearing, Alfie,

is that you'll
expand your answer.

I'll expand my answer
if you try for the passcodes.

I unilaterally reject
those terms, Your Honor,

driven as they are
by my grandson's hubris.

No shortcuts.

Now, I got to go

if I'm gonna grab
some early face time

with Olympia and Julian.

We know Mondays they
switch off custodies,

so they arrive together,

usually arguing.

Fine. The twins did
eat an entire gallon

of ice cream at midnight,
but in my defense

they don't have smaller
sizes at bodegas.
Julian, come on.

You can't be the "stay up late
and eat ice cream" person

because then I have to be

the "don't stay up late
and eat ice cream" person.

No, you don't, actually.
Nobody needs that person.

Stop making a big deal
out of every little thing.

See? No, it's that...

Oh, hold that elevator!

Matty, morning.
Hey.

Great timing.

Yeah. Well, I guess we're
all on the same cycle

like a couple of girls
at summer camp.

Philosophical
question, Matty.

Uh, what are your thoughts
on ice cream and childhood?

Oh, no, you don't.
Hmm?

No. Whatever it is,
I'm on Olympia's side

since she pays my bills.

Well, I appreciate
your honesty.

Well, that's me.
Honest to a fault.

And speaking of honesty,

I cannot believe
that Jacobson Moore

gives a $40
dinner allowance.

My word.

But before I pull out
my lobster bib,

I was wondering, am I allowed
to spend $20 on myself

and $20 on my grandson?

Ask your boss.

Sure she'd love to get
into the nitty-gritty

of your
dinner order.
Look at you.

You're trying to get me
in hot water again.

I know how much
she charges an hour.

I'm just gonna have
to find somebody

whose time I can afford.

Office orientation
goes through...

Mrs. Belvin, you said?

Yes, but everyone
calls me Mrs. B.

I don't particularly
like it,

but that ship has sailed,

so you might as well
call me that, too.

And I do not know the answer
to your dinner question,

but I will run it
up the flagpole.

Do not check in with me.
I will check in with you.

Got it. Thank you.

It's my job,
not a courtesy.

You said you had a few
questions. What else?

Let's see.
They're mostly tech-related

'cause we didn't have
all these protocols

back when I joined
the workforce.

Just send a carrier pigeon
between offices.

Is that a question?
No. Sorry.

I received an email address
from Jacobson Moore,

and I assume that gives me
no expectations of privacy.
Correct.

And If I wanted to
call up an old case file...

This is your first official day.

Why are you asking?

What file could you
possibly need?

Mrs. Belvin, I woke up
at 75 years old

without a husband or money
and a 12-year-old kid to raise.

I need this job more than
you can possibly imagine.

So I'm just trying
to think ahead

'cause at my age they're not
looking for reasons to hire you.

They're looking for reasons
to fire you.

You can be granted access
by your supervisor

Olympia Lawrence.

And here's your office.

Perfect, maintenance
delivered

the additional desk.

Hi, Matty. Welcome.

And, Sarah, it'll be fine.
We just need a better layout.

Wowie!

I can't believe I have
to share an office

with someone who can't even
work a standing desk.

I can definitely
make it work.

And what's with the 'tude?

We worked well together,
you wanted to have a drink.

That was before
this office debacle.

Wait, why is
Deidre Lewis here?

She's not on the
books for today.

Deidre is the lead plaintiff

in a huge class
action lawsuit...
Billy, shh.

She is
the competition.

She's right here
and she's really not.

Hang on. A text from Olympia.

"Stop staring
and get in here."

I'm sorry.

I'm guessing
you wouldn't be crying

if something
wasn't very wrong.

So I'm the one
who's sorry.

Thank you.

Was there a development
with the class action?
No.

Deidre's here
with her sister Tera,

whose son is being
accused of murder.

You have to understand.

Michael would never.

He-he could
never do this.

Why does the prosecution think
your son's guilty?

An eyewitness saw him standing
over the body of the victim.

He must have found
her like that,

he must have
been so scared.
I know.

And what does Michael say?

It's complicated.

My nephew's 18,
but he's got

some developmental delays.

Whatever he said,
I need to know.

That's just it.

He hasn't spoken
since everything happened.

He does that sometimes
when he's upset.

But that doesn't mean
that he's guilty.

That terrible
public defender

started saying that we should
take a plea deal,

but I am not gonna let
my son plead guilty

because he did not do this.

Tera, I'm so sorry about
what you're going through.

But like I told Deidre,

this is not the type
of case I take.

Then I'll take
my class action elsewhere.

I'm sorry,

but my sister
needs help.

And you were the one
who taught me about leverage.

When's Michael's
next court appearance?

In three hours.

Give me the bad facts.

Victim's name is
Ariana Perez,

16 years old,
soccer player,

good student.

Lived with her mother Lily
and her stepfather Ron.

Not only was Michael seen
standing over Ariana's body

by an eyewitness,

he was also covered
in her blood.

And there was a box of
condoms found near her body.

And apparently
common knowledge--

Michael had
a crush on Ariana.

Hi, Michael,

I'm your new lawyer.
I just want to say

it's normal
to be scared.

But you have a lot of
people who care about you.

Including me.

Where was Ariana's body found?

Behind the bodega
owned by the family

of Michael's best
friend Charlie.

Smart kid. Going to MIT.

I can be a character witness.
Okay? I'll do anything.

You shouldn't be here

if you're on the
potential witness list.

Yeah, we're just here
to see Michael, show support.

Anything else?

Okay, review
the case file

with an eye towards finding
a public defender error.

Meanwhile, we need
a continuance.

Who's the judge?
Erin Bowser.

You got to be kidding me.

Did Michigan win?

Your Honor, before we begin,
I just wanted to say

what a terrible call
on Saturday.

Travesty.

I'll be honest, I'm not really
in a continuance kind of mood.

You already
have a jury.

Agreed. And might
I remind the court

about U.S. v. Maldonado...

A seminal ruling
denying a continuance

the same day of a trial.

But I'll remind
Your Honor that Maldonado

had been through five attorneys
and nine continuances,

which is clearly
an abuse of process

and not what's going on here.

Now, what's going
on here is...

Actually, let me
take you to better days.

2005,

Michigan versus Penn State.

Michigan's coach--
Lloyd Carr, I believe--

well, he went crazy
in the fourth quarter

and got two seconds
added back to the clock.

Two seconds.

Fast-forward to
the final play of the game.

The Wolverines
are at the ten-yard line

and there's one second left,

which sophomore quarterback

Chad Henne used to
deliver a strike to

Mario Manningham in
the back of the end zone.

Judge Bowser,

just give me enough time to

run one last play.

As long as she gets

two weeks, we'll be fine.

In Freeburg v. Martin,

Olympia hopped on mid-flight,

got a two-week continuance,
and clobbered them.

And I feel like you're
staring over my shoulder,

trying to
copy my work.

I can assure you, I'm not.

Why don't we
swap desks, Sarah?

And lose my eyeline
to Olympia? No way.

This is
a huge waste of time.

Agreed, so let's stop
talking about desks.

I wasn't talking
about the desks.

The desks are very important.

I meant the case.

There is literally no upside.

Except, you know,

helping a kid
who might be innocent.

I think, I think--
I hope Sarah means

because Olympia
focuses on

social justice cases
that make money.

Good to go on dinner.

You are free to order
two meals equaling $40

if you work past 7:00.

Thank y...

Okay, here comes
Olympia.

So,

how long until
the trial, boss?

Two weeks?

Okay, we've
got this.

Two days.

Two--
Oh, my God.

Guess we'll be ordering dinner.

You heard right,
we have two days to
prepare, so please

tell me you
found a procedural error.

No, and I double-checked.

And I called the precinct.

Everything checked out
on their end.

If I may?

You found
a procedural error?

No. Then again,
I didn't look for one

because the benefit of
having all three of us is

we can look
at different things.

And not compete.

So, I focused on
the fact that

the eyewitness
who put

Michael at
the scene was 84.

And far be it from me
to cast aspersions

on the elderly, but 46 feet?

I couldn't tell Cindy Crawford
from Cindy Shapiro.

She's a friend of mine
from canasta.

So you're saying
we should try to

discredit the
old geezer?

Well, I wouldn't
put it that way.

But, yes, essentially.

Go try while I sell this up
the food chain.

If it was any other
junior associate,

Senior would
shut this down.

Luckily, it's me.
Thanks for that

Michigan info,
by the way.

Only reason I got
the two days.

Oh, come on, talking
football to you

was pretty much
the highlight of my month.

Elijah,

I am being
tried today.

Breathe in
"November."

Exhale "the cabin."

Remind me why we're waiting
until November again?

Something about a divorce
being finalized.

Smart of them

to leverage their class action.

You sure you didn't
suggest that strategy

because you wanted
to take the case?

No. And frankly,
I'm offended that

you would
suggest that.

A lot of money at stake.

Guess you have to
represent the kid, huh?

Seriously?

I thought you'd be
more of a hard-ass

before
saying yes.

Nah, I must be getting old.

I'll give you a hard time

after lunch.

Thank you, appreciate you.

Yeah.

It's funny,
most dads choose

their kids in
the divorce.

And most kids haven't done
what you've done.

You need me
to broker

a peace between you two?

I once got a Texas oil tycoon

and a bird-watcher to
break bread.

This is nothing.

We're fine.

I'll see you
later, Dad.

Yep.

Could you take your shoes off?

You wouldn't know the
filth in this city.

I'm talking
dog doo-doo,

cat yah-yah, roach residue,
not to mention...

Okay, that's...
Human semen all
over the place.

I know what I'm talking about.

I've been living here
since the '70s.

Great.

I'm glad we got that cleared up.

Okay, look,
we don't have much time.

My colleague is standing
where you allegedly saw Michael.

Allegedly? Why, because I'm old?

What? No. It's 'cause
it's 46 feet away, and...

Tell him
the canasta thing.

She's young.
We'll give her grace.

Autry, my name is
Madeline Matlock,

like the old TV show.

Oh, I loved
that show.

Me, too. All those

dramatic courtroom
showdowns, am I right?

Yeah.

Well, real lawyering's

a lot more boring,
I'm afraid.

We check and double-check,

which is why we
wanted to know

where you were standing.

But first do you
mind me asking

who do you pay to clean?

Because your home is
absolutely immaculate.

Oh, this is all me.

Is that so?

Well, I guess
I've lowered my standards.

Probably 'cause
my husband was a slob.

And it sounds blasphemous to say
now that he's passed,

but the truth is the damn truth.

Second husband any neater?

Oh, no, I don't want
a second husband.

Now would you mind
taking a look outside?

Can you see
my colleague?

Sure can.

Latino male, five-ten,
give or take. Brown eyes.

Nice tush.

You naughty...

Okay, great.

So he's got 20/20 vision

and we've got nothing. Let's go.

So, can you walk us through
the chain of events

as precisely as you can?

Which I assume is very precise.

So, you told

the officers that
you heard the scream.

Yeah, I ignored it at first.

But then, after
60 Minutes,

when I was
taking my chicken pot pie

over to the window to cool,

that's when I saw the kid

standing over the girl,

and he was
all covered with blood.

So, you cook your pot pie
during 60 Minutes?

Yeah, I put it in
during the opening,

but I always
take it out of

the freezer during
the Family Feud

so it can defrost.
Good thinking.

And how long does it take to
make once you defrost it?

Three commercial breaks.

What's happening?

Some sort of geriatric
dating ritual.

So, you put
the pot pie in

when you
heard the scream.
Mm-hmm.

Three commercial breaks
later, it's cooked.

Mm-hmm.
And did you eat
the pot pie right away?

Oh, hell no. I like it
crispy on the outside,

and I don't want to
burn my tongue,

so I let it cool for
one more commercial break,

then I went over to the
window and grabbed it,

and that's when
I saw the boy

standing over the girl's body,

and I called 911.

Autry, I could just hug you.

He just poked a hole
in our timeline.

The commercial breaks.

Autry watches his
television programs live.

Oh, yeah. Live.

So Autry heard the scream
32 minutes before he saw

Michael standing over
the body and called 911.

But the bodega owner
Jimmy called 911

four minutes before Autry,
and Jimmy said

he heard the scream
and called right away.

According to Autry,
that's not true.

So why was Jimmy lying?

Public defender's office

had this case
for months.

They should
have caught it.

Good work, Matty.

Well, thank you.

But, uh, I want to

recognize this as
a real team effort.

I mean, we all have
our special skills.

People assume
I'm a harmless

old lady,
I-I disarm 'em,

I get 'em to
open up. Sarah,

her research
is top-notch.

I mean, you might
not notice it, but...

Are you saying that I don't
give her enough credit?

No.

Of course not.

Ugh. Let's go.
Matty, stay in the car.

What?
Just stay here.

I'll fill you
in, okay?

Okay.

I knew this
came in a mini.

Regina Lopez?

Hi, I'm Olympia Lawrence,
we met briefly at court.

Yes. Hi.

Jimmy, come here.

It's Michael's
new lawyer.

Nice to officially
meet you.

I'm here
because I had

a few questions as
I get up to speed.

Jimmy, you
were the one

who called
911, right?
Mm-hmm.

And you said,
according to my notes,

you heard the scream
and called right away?

Yep, that's
correct.

Right.

So the interesting
thing is that

the other witness heard
the scream 28 minutes prior.

Did you wait
before calling 911

for any reason?

No, the other witness is wrong.

Maybe. Luckily,

you have cameras,
so, easy enough to check.

Hiya, sweetheart.

Getting close to the passcodes?

Patience, remember?

Rome wasn't built in a day.

You building trust at least?

I'm not sure, to be honest.

I thought I was,
but then I stepped in it

'cause I'm also
trying to navigate some

tricky office politics and...

frankly, it's just exhausting.

Don't tell Grandpa I said that.

I won't.

And don't let him
eat pizza for dinner, okay?

I'll be home late.

Do you need me to say it?
Is now a good time?

Yes, this is a very good time.

MWBSP.

Alia, stop!

We should confront him.
No, stop.

Ariana wouldn't
want that.
I don't care...

Listen, darling, I got to go.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

What is going on?
Why aren't you in the car?

I was, but then
I-I saw these girls...

"In the car" means "in the car."

I need you to
follow instructions.

They aren't arbitrary.

Shoot, I need to take this.

Hello?

Don't worry, it's not you.

I mean, it-it
could be her.

It's not.

Jimmy the bodega owner

has interior
surveillance footage,

but he's refusing to
turn it over

without a
subpoena.

But I thought Jimmy
wanted to help Michael.

I have to do something
and I need the car.

Try to find
a connection

between the victim
and Jimmy.

Anything that'll
convince a judge to

give us that subpoena.

And do not go near
that bodega, Matlock.

I'm not playing.

Damn. I don't know
what you did to

piss her off,

but I am not
mad about it.

Okay, we should head back to
the office. You live in Queens,

right, Matty? What
train should we take?

I take
the bus, actually.

Oh.
You must take the
train sometimes,

though.

No, never. Now...

You live
in Queens

and you never
take the subway?

I'm a creature
of habit, I guess.

That literally
makes no sense.
Sarah.

What? Something
is off.

Okay, fine.
I don't take the subway

because I was mugged
when I moved here,

and it was
really scary.

Satisfied?

Is there anything else
you'd like to pick at?

No, I...

Mugging? Wow, that
sounds traumatic.

I-I don't want
to talk about it.

Cool. So we're good?

Let's just move on.
Okay.

I don't know if this
is gonna help us,

but I noticed these girls
outside the bodega,

and so I took
a few pictures, okay?

Oops, that's my thumb.

See?

That one.
She seems really upset.

So she clearly knew
the victim, but I have no way

of knowing how to find her.
Alia DeNovera.

Sophomore at Bishop's
West, where Michael went

to high school,
plays lacrosse.

How did you find that
so fast?

teenage girls
scare me a little.

Especially the popular ones.

You and me both, baby.

Well, we got one shot.

Oh, oh, ow.

OMG, Alia,
you hit an old lady.
Oh, ow.

Shut up.

Oh...
Um, are you okay?

I think I am.
Oh, God, I'm so dizzy.

I can't see a thing.

Has anybody seen my glasses?

Uh, yeah. They're broken.

Oh, no, no, no.
I am really sorry.

You know, these things happen.

And I don't want you

to be upset for one more second,

because if you're upset,
then I'm upset, darling.

Aw, you're the sweetest.

No, you're the sweetest.

Actually, I'm
investigating

what happened to Ariana Perez.

No way. I actually knew her.

No way.
Do you think Michael did it?

No way.

Well, who do you think it was?

The creepy bodega owner Jimmy.

Yeah, he was, like,
obsessed with Ariana.

That's why we call him "C.J."

"Creepy Jimmy."
Yeah.

Um, I think your
friend has to go pee.

And then I remembered,
in Ariana's texts,

a bunch of girls
referred to a "C.J.,"

which we now know
means "Creepy Jimmy."

Who's Creepy Jimmy?

My daughter had a stomachache

and had to be picked up
from school early.

Why is Jimmy creepy?

In the texts, it
just seemed like

high school girls
being mean.

I didn't realize
that "C.J." was Jimmy.

Plus he's Michael's boss.

Now, that connection
is enough for a subpoena

from the on-call judge.

Let's get it, then head back
to the bodega.

Annie,
can you watch Kathryn?

No problem.
Thanks. Matty, you stay here.

What?

That wasn't clear?

Yeah, it's clear. It's just...

well, I feel
like I've done

quite a bit to make you trust
me, and suddenly you don't,

and I was just
wondering why,

so I could correct.

Why I don't trust you?

Matty, I just met you last week.

Oh, see, that's some privilege
right there, as is the fact

that you think it's okay
to question my judgment.

Judgment that I have earned
the right to exercise

at my discretion.

24 hours before the crime?

All the security footage
is on there, per the subpoena?

Yeah, I downloaded it all.

Look, I wasn't hiding anything
about the murder, okay?

I just-- I didn't want
to hand over tapes

showing me providing
alcohol to minors.

I-I could lose my license.

I should never have invited
friends to hang out that night.

It's all my fault.
That's enough, Charlie.

They'll watch the videos,

they'll see
I didn't do anything.

His story checks out.
He was cleaning up the party,

and that's why he waited
to call 911.

It also means that he
has an alibi. Damn it.

Can I talk to you?

This isn't a great time.

Also not a great time,
finding out my daughter

came home sick from school
because I saw her here.

It wasn't a big deal. You said,
"Stop making a big deal

of things."
My dad was right there.

Oh, so this is about
your weird-ass relationship

with your dad? I'm out.

Uh, Olympia? I think
you're gonna want to see this.

Is that...?
Yeah. Michael,

stealing the same
brand of condoms

found near Ariana's body.

Yes,
that-that's Michael.

But just because

he stole the condoms,

that doesn't mean
that he killed her.

True,

but they're taking the plea
off the table.

He could not have done this.
You believe me, right?

Honestly,

it doesn't matter
what I believe.

What matters is what
I can make the jury believe.

So I'm gonna go home
and figure out how to explain

that video to them
because the prosecution

is definitely going
to lead with it.

I know it's hard,

but try to get
some sleep, okay?

Wait.

Wait, wait, what does she mean
it doesn't matter

if she believes him?

I need her to believe him.

How else is she gonna
fight for him?

Olympia's an incredible lawyer.

She'll fight regardless.

If he had killed someone,
even if by accident,

I would know it by the way
that he would act, and this

is not the way he would act.
Listen,

there were things that happened
in my daughter's life

that-that I didn't know about.

Then you weren't
paying attention.

But I am paying attention
to my child.

I am not asleep
at the wheel.

I know him.

Redid question three.

Wrote two whole paragraphs.

Do you feel any better?

I'm fine. You should be in bed.

I love you.
Love you, too.

MWBSP.

What was all that?
Oh...

A few months after Alfie
found that Reddit post

about Jacobson Moore

hiding documents,

well, we took
him on that trip

to the city, remember?
Mm-hmm.

I sat him down and I said,

"Okay, I'm gonna try
to figure this out,"

and he said...

"Mom would be so proud."

And I said, "Remind me of that
when this gets really hard."

So we shortened it to "MWBSP."

It's...

"Mom would be so proud."

So today was really hard?

Today was really hard.

We were paying attention.

Addicts are liars.

Ellie hid it well.

That's why we didn't
know about it for so long.

I knew.

Something was off.

I remember...

must have been about
six months before.

I was watching her
eat cereal, and...

and she'd go to take
a bite and just sort of

forget what she was doing.

Madeline.
I guess-- I'm just saying

I knew something was off

months before
that first overdose.

The cereal.
And she was irritable.

And I didn't say anything
all those months.

I just wrote it off
as hormones, and I just...

Maybe if I'd sensed something...

Madeline, we-we can't reexamine
what happened to Ellie

every time a-a case
brings up a new feeling.

No, you're right.

You're right.

I just have to leave
emotion out of this.

How are you gonna do that?

Just...

nice, slow, deep breaths.

I'm serious.

I'll be fine.

I'm just gonna think
about the case now.

Why are you staring at me?

I'm sorry, I didn't,
I didn't mean to.

So, what'd you want
to show me?

I added a little detail
to your online profile.

I put your name
and face on an existing story

about a mugging
in Queens.

Since you said
you were mugged.

Just in case anyone checks.

Wow. That looks so real.

Yeah, if you know what you're
doing, it's not that hard.

Mr. Lopez,

you let the victim and her
friends drink in the bodega.

Is that right?

Look, having teenagers
is complicated.

There's not always
good options, and...

I don't know,
they're gonna go somewhere.

I thought it was safer.
Were you surprised
to learn

that Ariana and her friends
referred to you as "C.J."?

Or "Creepy Jimmy"?

She was probably upset
because I told her

to stop spreading it around
that we serve minors.

So you weren't surprised
by the nickname?

No, I-I-I was, but l-look,

I-I'm surprised a lot, right?

I-I mean, seeing Michael
steal the condoms,

that was surprising.

You saw that?

I meant on the tape.

I wasn't at
the register.

I had a delivery
around that time,

I was loading the freezer.

I just remember
seeing him

hurry out the door.
No further questions,

and I would like to request
a ten-minute recess.

Okay, listen, I don't know
what I did to tick you off.

It doesn't matter
'cause the truth is,

whichever way the wind blows,

you always think the fart
is coming from my direction.

Which is fine.

But I need you to send me
to that bodega.

I was about to send you there.
Which is why I didn't want you

going inside earlier
because like you said,

you're good at getting people
to let down their guards.

And since I just got this case
exactly two days ago,

I thought that might
come in handy.

No one knows you work

for the legal team,
so they'll assume you're...

What did you call it?
A harmless old lady.

So I'm going to the bodega?

You're going to the bodega.

Yes.
I don't think
you can see the door

from the freezer section,
but Jimmy said he did.

Why would he lie?
Was he flustered?

'Cause that's when
people make mistakes.

You want to know
what I'm thinking?

I'm so glad there's a woman
behind the counter

when I'm buying these again
for the first time in 40 years.

And no, I can't get pregnant,
if that's what you're thinking.

But I can get an STD,

and believe you me,
my nursing home

is like a petri dish.
Good for you.

I am all for it.

Actually, would you mind

taking my phone and filming me?

My friend Cindy Shapiro
won't believe it.

You ready?

We got him.

Charlie, you're here as
a character witness

for Michael Casey, correct?
Yes.

We were in elementary
school together

and got close, even though
after that

we, we were on separate
tracks, I guess you'd say.

I think that's fair.

Michael went to work
at your father's bodega

after graduation,
and you are going to MIT.

Is that correct?
Yes.

People don't get
how we're friends,

but Michael, he's just
a really good person.

You were upset when
I came to the bodega

for the video footage, too.
Why was that?

Did you know Michael was there
stealing condoms?

Oh, no, no, no.

You just seemed like

you thought my dad did it.

Which, I mean,
obviously he didn't,

so I-I got upset, yes.
That makes sense.

Why was the footage on your
computer in the first place?

I'm in charge of running

the CCTV software
for my parents

'cause they're bad at tech.
That also makes sense.

Oh, and just so we're all
super clear,

we're talking
about this footage.

Right?

Yes, that is correct.

Okay, great.

Now I'm going to play
some other footage for you.

That's my colleague,
Madeline Matlock,

reaching up for
those same condoms.

Objection as to relevance.
Oh, it's relevant.

And I'll get there real quick,
but it's 2011,

and Michigan's in overtime,
and I'm looking for Roundtree.

I'll allow it.

Now I would like
to ask my colleague,

Madeline Matlock,
to stand up.

And here is her
driver's license,

stipulating that she is
five foot, two inches.

Also admitting into evidence,
the booking photo of my client,

who is also listed as
five foot two.

Which means they are
the same height.

Which means that can't actually
be Michael in the video,

Because if it were, he'd have
to be on his tiptoes

reaching up for those condoms,
just like Ms. Matlock.

Which means the footage
was doctored.

Isn't that right, Charlie?

I-I-I don't know.

Uh, you don't know,
or you don't want to say?

And before you answer,
you should know

that the original footage is
on its way to the lab

for analysis, and I'm
pretty sure they're gonna say

that someone transposed
the image of Michael

onto the image of whoever
stole those condoms.

Someone taller,
around your height.

So I'm gonna ask you again,
did you doctor the footage?

Ariana liked me, okay?

And I felt bad
for Michael,

so we went around back

so it didn't have to be
in front of him.

Then what happened?
She got scared.

I don't know why,
but I grabbed her,

and she slipped
and hit her head. And...

I never meant to hurt her.

Then Michael found her,
and my dad told me

to deny it all.

I'm sorry, Michael.

So sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's over. You're free.

At least they got justice.

Justice is everything.

Julian's blowing up my phone

not to congratulate me.

I don't know why he's
making such a big deal

about me not calling him
about Kat's stomachache.

It's my week.
True.

But why didn't you?

Oh, come on, we've been
friends a long time.

Too long, if you ask me.

Now, there's got
to be a reason

you didn't tell him.

So I should have called you

when Kathryn came home sick.

I just hate this

every-other-week mom thing,
you know?

So when Kat needed me,

I just had to show up for her.

And I know it doesn't
make sense...

It-it does make sense.
Why do you think

I let them eat ice
cream at midnight?

And look,
I overreacted, too,

because of my weird-ass
relationship with my father,

...who, by the way,
referred to Al Gore

as a bird-watcher.

I guess we know each other
pretty well, huh?

It was your idea,
though, right?

To leverage the class action
so you could take the pro bono?

Come on.
They were desperate.

Ah!

The public defender
was messing up.

Wow.

I don't want
my father's divorces.

Let's be better.

Family first?

Family first, always.

See?
This is better, right?

And I requested
smaller desks for Mrs. B.

They arrive tomorrow.

Also...

I'm sorry.

I know you are not
out to get me.

Well, I appreciate that, Sarah.

I'm gonna take my two orders

of fettuccine Alfredo
and skedaddle.

Good night, you two.

So long.

Congratulations again.

You, too. And see?

I did trust you.

Yes, you did.

Actually...

...what you did was not trust.

It was manipulation.

Trust would have been
letting me in on the plan

in the first place
instead of icing me out

and making me feel like
I messed up, which I've been

so worried about,
you have no idea.

Now, you certainly
don't have to trust me,

but let's not twist what you did

and call it trust.

Thank you very much.

Can you believe her?

I mean, she's not wrong.

Madeline Matlock, sir.

Oh, I remember.

Like the old TV show.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Though, uh,
you got the dates wrong.

I don't count the ABC years.

You know, 'cause
the ratings went down,

and it just didn't
affect me as much.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah.

See you later, Matlock.

You think I should apologize?

Okay, here's how
I look at it.

Hmm.
I mean, she's old,
so if she dies tomorrow

and you don't apologize,
would you feel bad?

Ugh! Fine, I'll call her.

She does love
her free dinners.

She was pretty upset,
is all I'm saying.

She lives in Queens.

I have the address.

Olympia!

What are you doing here?

Sweetie, come say hello
to Olympia.

Mm.

You would represent me
on a murder charge, right?

Forgot your dinner.

And you brought it.

Thank you.

Come on in, have a cup of tea.

Oh, I... I have to get home.

I-I just came because...

well, because...

Trust comes hard to me.

I tend to play my cards
close to my vest.

And that's not fair

when we're working together,
which...

I'm glad we are doing.

Oh.

Me, too.

Do we hug now?

No.

Yeah, see? We're getting
to learn each other.

Yeah, baby steps.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Thanks so much for coming by.

I think we got it.

I knew it. Let's go!

Download that footage, darling.

And be on the lookout

for a way to get passcodes.

I cannot believe

that Jacobson Moore gives
a $40 dinner allowance.

So I'm gonna take my two orders

of fettuccine Alfredo
and skedaddle.

Actually,
what you did was not trust.

Thank you very much.

You wanted passcodes, kid?

Well, now, we know how
to get into Olympia's phone.

MWBSP.

MWBS friggin' P.

Oh, my gosh.

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