All language subtitles for Matlock.2024.S01E04.WEB

Previously on Matlock...

I'm Madeline Matlock.
I'm a lawyer,

like the old TV show.

Why do you want to work
at my firm?

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.

Meet me in the conference room

and bring the new lawyer
with you.

Well, you see, there's
this funny thing that happens

when women age.

People assume
I'm a harmless old lady,

and that's how
I'm gonna trick them.

Good evening, Mrs. Kingston.
There she is.

Well, you'd have been
a lot less cheery

if you knew how I talked
about you at work.

Gambling, cheating,

not to mention dead.

Grammy!
Alfie.

Was I right-- perfect name?
Reminds us of Mom?

I had a daughter, and she died

after a long battle with drugs.

The law firm Jacobson Moore
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.

Alfie?
Alfie?!

He's not in the office?

Or the kitchen
or the guest room.

Did you check his bathroom?

Of course I checked
his bathroom, and his closet.

The bed is made.
I know.

And it wasn't
slept in last night.

And you said
you didn't tuck him in?

No. He wanted
to finish his homework,

and I was tired. I...
Okay, call his phone again.

Ugh, voice mail.

Alfie, it's Grandpa.
Are you in the house?

Uh, are you outside?
Where are you?

I found him, Edwin.

I found him.

I went back to my office.

He's asleep on the floor
behind the couch.

Oh.

Oh.
I'm sorry.

When I saw the bed wasn't
slept in, I panicked, because,

I know.
you know, all those times

that we'd go to Ellie's room,

the bed would be made, she'd be

I know. I know.
missing. I s... I'm sorry.

Okay.
Okay.

Whew.

Alfie.

Alfie, sweetie.

You fell asleep in my office.

Because I found something.
Really?

Yeah. It took a long time

for me to download the
Wellbrexa pharma case files

to my laptop and print them.

Alfie, honey,
you can't sleep down here.

Okay?
I know, I know.

But look, Grammy,
four redacted documents.

What if these are
the hidden documents

that the redditor talked about?

Could be. I need to get ahold
of the originals.

Here's the locator
number for the files.

Do you know where they're kept?

In the documents room.
It's two floors down.

And can you get in there?
Alfie, have you finished
your homework?

No, but it's fine.

I'll tell Mr. Glenn
I was feeling sick.

Why don't you go upstairs
and get ready for school.

Okay, darling?
This could be it.

I know.

I'll talk to him.
It won't happen again.

This is all he thinks about.
This is all he cares about.

Because opioids
killed his mother

and he wants the truth
to come out.

He is a kid.
What he wants,

what's best for him--
two different things.

This is the second time
this week

he hasn't done his homework.

And all of a sudden
it's fine for him

to lie to the teachers
about that.

Just like he's lying
to his friends

about why he moved here
in the first place.

This is too much, Madeline.
You're right.

I'll use him less.

Okay, no more this week.

Let him catch up on life.

So, how will you get
into the documents room?

Easy peasy.

You focus on school.
I've got this.

But what if you need
tech support?

I'm pretty tech savvy by now.

I've got this google machine
right here

on my devil box.

Ollie, baby, it's Dad.

I know you've been nervous
about your test,

but don't forget you're
two and a half time...

So you meant to play Olympia's
dead father's voice mail?

Don't be smart, you.
And yes, I did.

It's called exposure therapy.

You hear things enough,
you feel less bad.

And I don't want to feel bad

that I've taken
Olympia's computer,

because she's made it
crystal clear

that we are not friends.

Morning, Matty.

I was just looking for you.
How was your night?

Epic battle over homework
resulting in tears.

Mine, not my grandson's.

How did you get him to finish?

I could use some pointers.

Olympia, I've worked here
long enough to know that

you don't do small talk, so,

either I'm dying and you're
holding the test results

or you need a favor.

This afternoon we have
the Walton mediation.

You up to date on it?

Sandy Walton died
or respiratory failure

from Legionella.

We're arguing that
the building is at fault.

And you were talking
to Matty. Got it.

Sandy was our client
until she passed.

Now her husband Robert
represents her interest.

He's an artist,
a little eccentric,

and very anxious.

About the case?
About everything.

Robert needs some hand-holding.

I don't want to be
indelicate here,

but since you both
recently lost a spouse...

Did Robert catch Sandy
underneath a hooker

wearing a flapper dress too?

I'm just kidding you.

Sure, whatever you need,
I'm here.

Thank you.

But since we're talking favors,

would you mind if I get a peek
at the original Walton files?

And yeah, I could
get a link, but--

not to get too personal--
I went to my doctor

and she said
I have acute presbyopia.

Makes my vision blurry.
And then she said

less screens, which is
sort of like saying

"less air."

Like you said--
not a fan of small talk.

Do you need my signature
to get in the documents room?

All right. Teach me
your ways, Betty White.

According to my therapist,
I have to accept

that Olympia's just
not that into me.

But for whatever reason,
she is that into you,

so what is the secret sauce?

Secret sauce?
Yes.

Oh, well, right. Well, Sarah...

Um, if I'm totally honest,

y-you're a smidge intense.

Actually, would you mind
backing up an inch or two?

Well, of course I'm intense.

This job is everything
to me.

Maybe that's the problem,
darling.

Ask your therapist
about balance, okay?

I'll be right back.

Balance?

Elijah, wait up.

I got your text.
Let's talk.

But first, is it personal
or professional?

There's nothing personal
anymore, right? Per you.

It's about the Walton case.

You're gonna have to drop it.

I'm not abandoning
a widowed man

whose case I've been
working on for 18 months.

It's a conflict of interest.

We represent
Foundate Financials,

and they just bought a large
real estate portfolio.

Your client lives
in one of the buildings.

And his wife died
because of inexcusable neglect.

Allegedly.

Foundate pays us
ten million annually.

Refer your client elsewhere.

I don't know. If
Olympia dumps Walton,

it sends a bad message
to our smaller clients

about loyalty.

Exactly.
And I signed my client first.

Firm rules.

Eh. Rules are only rules

until the boss
up and changes 'em.

How do you think
Senior gets away with

those ridiculous pants?

He must have won a big case.

He plays golf when he
snuffs out someone's soul.

Think they'd consider
a firewall?

Where the firm
represents both sides

but they don't interact.

No, it's a legal land mine.

Which we, as skilled litigators,
can navigate.

I can get my client
to agree to a firewall.

Senior, are you a little nervous
that you can't?

Foundate will do what I advise.

Oh. Then let's
negotiate the terms.

What's permissible
to share, what isn't?

We could quibble over language,
but in the words of

Justice Potter Stewart,

"I'll know it when I see it."

Applicable for pornography,

not so much for
conflict of interest.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

'Cause I think we're debating
who gets screwed.

Language is gonna take
a while to hammer out.

Billy, text me
if they start

shaking hands
or bumping butts.

Never seen the post-meeting
butt bump,

but I'll let you know
if it happens.

She is so out of touch.

I'm pretty sure she was joking.

About the balance thing.

Nobody has balance
a year out of law school.

I do. Friends,
family, girlfriend.

You have a girlfriend?

You don't know that
I have a girlfriend?

I talk about her
all the time.

Claudia? Claudia...
Uh, C...

Claudia.
Wow.

You never listen
to anyone, do you?

Of course I listen.
I just thought she was

one of your eleven milliony
sisters, okay?

Now, where did Matty go again?

You'd know if you listened.

Hello, good sir.

I need access to
some documents

and here's the signature
of my superior.

Mrs. B issued an addendum to the
policies handbook a month ago.

You actually need to email
for an appointment first.

Apologies. Just started,
hadn't heard.

But since I'm here, maybe you
could save me a trip back down?

Mrs. B is really strict
about policies.

I wouldn't ask if
it wasn't important.

Mrs. B says the only
thing standing between

order and anarchy are the
imposement of these policies,

even when it's important.

Agree, in theory.

Mrs. B says everyone
agrees "in theory,"

but when the rubber
hits the road...

That's enough
about Mrs. B!

My boss outranks her, okay?

Maybe in a court of law,
but not down here.

Mrs. Belvin, forgive me.

I-I'm just under
a lot of pressure.

And you were trying
to get Riku

to bend the rules.
I see it all the time.

I-Is there any way I could
just grab my case file?

Absolutely.

Just email me your request,

per the rules.

Email sent.

Received.
And you're in luck.

I have a cancellation.

Great.
In 20 minutes.

Senior got Foundate
to agree to a firewall.

Did it in front of me
in the conference room.

So now we need to convince
Robert to sign off.

He hates change.
He'll never do that.

He'll be nervous,

so we need to manage
the flow of information,

which is why we're going
to tell him in person.

Now? I-I have to be
in the documents room

in 15 minutes.

That'll have to wait.

Look, I told you today I need
help with Robert Walton.

Let's go.

Hello.
Uh, come on in.

Good to see you, Robert.

So, I don't understand.

A lawyer just called me

from Jacobson Moore.
He said the firm

is representing the
building now, too.

Wait, who called you?

I didn't get his name.
Should have gotten his name.

He said he would give me
a hundred grand to settle.

We discussed $100,000 last week.

It's a "go away" number,
which is why you turned it down.

Nothing has changed, Robert.

Whoever called...
Yes, I should've
gotten his name.

I should've gotten his name.
shouldn't have called.

It was completely unethical.

But is it true?

Does the law firm
represent both sides now?

Technically. But we're creating
W...

what's called a firewall,

so we might as well be
two law firms.

You just have to sign off
on the conflict of interest,

which is not even really
a conflict of interest.

I think I'm having
a blood sugar thing.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Robert?

Hi.

Madeline Matlock. I recently
joined the legal team.

Matlock?
Who was that,

Andy Griffith?
Yep.

I never met him.

I saw Don Knotts
in the airport once,

but he'll always
be Barney to me.

It was so hard for me to stop

setting the table for two.

I lost my husband two years ago.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for yours.

But I admire that you're
fighting for your wife.

Because I think fighting for
justice is incredibly important.

And I know it's nerve-racking
and you're tired,

and sometimes you just want
to stop looking backwards

and move forward already.

But you're so
close to the end.

This is just a detail.

It's nothing to worry about.

So you'd go forward?

Absolutely.

The people who are responsible
for Sandy's death

need to pay in a big way.

A meaningful way.

Or it'll happen to other people.

Okay.

I'm in.

Elijah.

Someone on your team
reached out to my client.

It was me.
What? That's so unethical.

Foundate is my priority,
not you.

Who said anything about me?

I meant your client, counselor.

"Counselor"?

Wow. Elijah's taking
the firewall seriously, huh?
Right?

Anyway, thank you for
taking my side earlier.

Oh.
This whole "best
divorce ever" thing

is reminding me why I married
you in the first place.

Huh. See, that
hasn't happened for me.

Uh, just be careful.
My dad loves you,

but he'll stick a knife right in
your back and sever your spine.

Thanks for the pep talk.
What time is mediation?

Uh, 56 minutes.
Sorry I keep asking.

It's just,
there's been so much buildup.

Oh, absolutely,
and no apologies.

I just have to run
a quick errand,

if that's okay?
Sure.

Um, how do you get
on Mrs. Belvin's good side?

She doesn't have a good side.
Yeah, she does,

you just don't pay attention
to other people.

Oh, my God, Billy, enough.

I thought that Claudia
was one of your sisters

because they look exactly alike.

They look nothing alike.
Seriously,

which is his girlfriend
and which is his sister?

Uh... hard to say.

Right?

Mrs. Belvin's good side?

Speak quickly, I'm working.

Got it. Sorry again
for my cancelation,

but I was wondering
if you got my request

for a new time to go
into the documents room?

We're booked today, I'll try
to squeeze you in next week.

Please, I-I have
to get this done.

I have so much
on my plate. I-I...

HR is two floors up.

But this is personal.

It's-it's...

Forget it.
It's just my dog.

Your dog?

I know, it's not your concern.

What breed?

And I'll bet your eye condition

is stress-related, too.

I got hives
when Barry Manilow was sick.

Your fur baby?
Exactly.

Barry Manilow got better,
Cookie will, too.

It's all intuitive.

Everything's alphabetized.

Oh, this shouldn't be here.

Over ten years,
they go to deep storage.

I'm gonna go yell at people.
Thank you.

Riku, we have to get those
old files to deep storage!

Is everything okay?

Yeah, sweetie, I'm so sorry
to call you at school, but...

it's just,
they ship out older files,

Wellbrexa could be next,

and I don't know
if I'm gonna get access again.

I'm glad you texted.

Did you find the originals?
What was redacted?

Nothing important,
there's just personal data,

but there's this other file

that looks like
it used to be full,

but now there's nothing in it.

Can you find out how many pages
there were originally

and who signed for delivery?

Text me a photo
with the locator number

and I'm on it.
Will do.

Sorry, I just got your texts.

Robert's ready.

You don't have to worry.
Great.

I actually wanted
to chat with you

about another thing.

Kind of personal.
Not a big deal,

though.

I'm all yours.
Ah, great. Um...

I wanted to catch you
before mediation

and ask if you could just,
you know,

keep an eye out
on Elijah in there.

Let me know if he's
acting weird.

Weird?
Mm-hmm.

Like, this moment weird?

No. Different.

Because it's me and him
and not, say, me and you.

Hmm?

I'm 85% percent sure I know
what you're talking about.

I just want to make sure
that Elijah

is not taking other things

out on our client.

So, if it's weird,
I just need to make sure

that it's just work weird
and not other weird.

Got it.

I'll keep an eye out
for anything work weird.

Work weird. Thank you.
Okay.

Okay.

Hello and good morning.

Ah, good morning.
Good morning.

Karl Burton, your mediator.

Quick rules as to our firewall.

When in doubt, overcompensate.

Best to keep
the socializing

to a minimum as well.

That won't be a problem.

Agreed, Karl. We
want a fair fight.

Don't want to give Olympia
a window to appeal our victory.

I'd respond, but I'm
respecting the firewall.

Let's begin mediation.

Principals only, please.

It's simple.
We've got causation.

There was Legionella
in the tank,

and Mr. Walton's wife
died of respiratory failure

with Legionella in her urine.

And I am sure they do not want
me putting a grieving widower

on the stand.

If they're leading
with sympathy,

they're fishing for a number.

Tell them that while sympathetic
to Mr. Walton's loss,

it's not a given
that our client is negligent,

considering they oversaw
periodic sampling

and disinfecting
in accordance with regulations.

Exactly. Tell them to take it up
with the health code.

They hired this testing company,

of course
it absolves their client.

Look, if they really wanted
to meet their duty of care,

then they should've
registered the tank

with the Department
of Buildings and Health,

as is required.

Smoke and mirrors.

They still haven't
even come close

to causation,

given that there are
numerous places where Sandy

could have been exposed
to Legionella.

They want to hang
a multimillion-dollar case

on convincing a jury
that our client just happened

to be exposed to Legionella

when it is present
in the drinking water

in their own home?

Enough games.

Tell them
two and a half million.

Finally, a number.
Press the bet.

We'll give 'em ten percent
of that. Best and final.

What's going on?

They have a study showing
that the building's air vents

have a dangerous amount
of toxins

from some sort of
resin compound.

This destroys our argument
that Sandy's respiratory failure

was caused by Legionella
specifically.

Resin?
Where would that come from?

My art.

I use resins in my art.

Oh, God, are they
saying that I'm

the reason for Sandy's death?

Our team rejects any suggestion

that Mr. Walton had a hand
in his wife's illness.

And we clearly need time
to assess the validity

of what you just
dropped in our lap.

You don't need time.
The facts are determinative.

You have to look at
the landscape and move forward.

I know how to assess
the landscape.

And Mr. Walton says
he has documentation proving

the materials he uses
in his art are safe.

You have four hours.
After that,

the $250,000 we offered
goes away.

Call me when you have something.

I don't know if it was weird,
but it was hostile.

Right?

I'll deal with it.
You two,

go get Sandy's medical
sample retested.

I don't care if you have to
stand over the scientists,

I need the results
back in three hours.

Go get Robert,

take him back to his apartment,
find that documentation.

There's always this moment,
just before I open the door,

when I forget,

for just a split second,
that Sandy's gone.

I know exactly what you mean.

I'd give the world to live
in that split second.

Okay.

I have the paperwork for
all my art supplies somewhere,

I just have to find it,
although

the thought that
my resins are toxic...

Can't be.
I'm so careful.

Oh, watch
the table.

Well, I'm guessing
there's a story behind these.

I mean, they don't look anything
like the rest of your work.

Yeah.

Yeah, one day, um--

heh, boy, this is 20 years ago--

Sandy's sitting
at the kitchen table,

she's looking out the window,
she sees a family of rabbits.

Mama, two babies.
Imagine that.

In Williamsburg,
but there they were.

So, she's sipping her coffee,
she's just watching 'em,

thinking about
the miracle of life.

Aw.
And a hawk swoops down,

snatches 'em up, one by one.
Oh, no.

Yeah.

Oh, God.
She's sad, so...

made her a rabbit.

Then it became
a yearly thing.

Till the hawk came
for her, too, I guess.

When does this get easier?

Unfortunately, that
"time heals all wounds"

is just a bunch of malarkey.

Time doesn't heal all wounds.

It just changes you enough
so you can live with 'em.

Thank you for your honesty.

All right, well, I should check
the, uh, spare bedroom.

I keep paperwork in there, too.

Excuse me.
Many hands make light work.

No, no. No, it's a...

it's a real mess,
actually, so...

But no, I-I don't care.

Okay, uh,
the thing is, I am, uh,

a bit of a hoarder.

Is the clinical term.

Sandy gave me

the one room, kept it in check,

but it is real bad in there.
Robert.

I've danced with shame
in my day.

But at 75 years old, I don't
have time for that bitch.

Well, let's wade
into this blessed mess

and find that paperwork.

Really?

A four-hour clock

on a man who's just been told

he's the reason
his wife is dead?

Given the firewall,
I'm not sure

that this conversation
should be happening.

I'm aware of the boundaries
and I am very comfortable

with my ability
to stay within them.

You are punishing my client

for things that happened
between us.

And I get that it is
complicated, but do not

take out any of our issues
on a 70-year-old widower.

I'm following my client's
wishes. Now, the only one

who's making this
personal is you.

A clock is a clock,
a firewall is a firewall,

and four hours is now...

three hours and 18 minutes.

Relationships are complicated.

Sandy and I
fought, I mean,

clearly, I'm not easy.

Oh, I disagree.

We've all got mess.
I mean,

yours is contained
and acknowledged.

Huh.

I think you got water damage.

Looks like it's been there
a long time.

Really? Let me see.

Yeah.

Oops.
Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no.
No, that's okay.

Let's get this...

Yep, yep, I got it.

I got it.

Wow.

You're not gonna throw
that out, are you?

I'm telling you,

given the amount of
water damage in there,

I know they're
gonna find...

Got black mold, folks.

This place is a total
S-word show.

I mean, I've seen
bad, but this is

H-E-double-hockey-sticks bad.
Caused by?

Cheap A-double-S pipes.

City banned 'em years ago

and all buildings were
required to retrofit

for this very reason.

The real estate trust owns 72
other buildings across the city.

Want to bet...
They neglected 'em all.

I'll take that bet.
Billy and Sarah are

at the hospital now getting
Sandy's medical record.

I'm gonna add a test
for black mold.

You know, I don't know why
you're so upset I didn't know

all the details
of your romantic life.

Talk about it
with Dr. Shaw.

Okay, you know what?

Keep my therapist's name
out of your mouth.

Excuse me?
I said

keep my therapist's name
out of your mouth.

Fine.

Just don't talk to me, okay?

Imagine there's a firewall.

Perfect.
Airtight, unimpeachable.

You the ones waiting on
Sandy Walton's medical records?

Yes.
Yes.

Three words.

Black mold everywhere.

And hospital records
just confirmed it was present

in Sandy Walton's bloodstream.

We're rejecting your offer

and filing in court
in the morning.

Oh, give us till 8:00 tomorrow.

We'll have
a proper offer waiting.

That's more like it.

"Urgent! Call me!"

That's the text message
you sent our grandson

while he was
still at school.

What happened
to "Nothing else

the rest of the week"?
It was...

All important, I'm sure.
And by the way,

he also wanted me to tell you
that he finally figured out

that shipping receipts could
not be accessed remotely.

But he tried

when he came
home from school

with a supposed headache.

I didn't realize he'd do that.

Well, you shouldn't have
called him in the first place.

There was no other option.

Do you even hear yourself?

Do you hear yourself?

You have no idea what
it's like lying all the time.

I'm doing all the work.

Well, I never wanted you
to do it in the first place.

Well, you agreed to it.

You have no right
to sit-sit there

like some sanctimonious judge.

You pulled Alfie
out of school

right after you told me
you weren't gonna use him.

You've clearly lost
your moral center!

I won't use Alfie again.
Are you happy?

Nobody in this
house is happy.

Well, on that, we agree.

What happens now?

I'm in this alone.

Heard you loud and clear.

Those are for dinner.

Do you even hear yourself?

You have no idea

what it's like
lying all the time.

I'm doing all the work.

Well, I never wanted you
to do it in the first place.

You have no right to sit there
like some sanctimonious judge.

You've clearly lost
your moral center!

I won't use Alfie again.

Are you happy?

Nobody in this house is happy.

Is Cookie okay?

Last night, he
stopped eating.

Even his favorite
little weenies.

And then I saw him
give up, Emmalyn.

I'm sorry, I don't want
to burden you with this.

It's not a burden.
It's an honor.

How can I help?

I really want to
go home and grieve,

but I still have to get
into the documents room...

Matty.

There you go.

Hi, Mrs. B.

Are you okay?

Yes.
No, she isn't.

There's been a death
in the family.

A death?
Cookie.

Who's Cookie?
My dog.

You have a dog?

How do you not know her dog?

I had a dog.

Y-Yes, but...

I don't have one now because...

...he died

last night.

I didn't tell you
about him because

you've just made it very clear
that we're

colleagues, and not friends.

You're absolutely right.

I apologize for blurring
the boundaries.

Great.

And I would appreciate it
if you would give

my dear friend

some space to grieve.

Of course.

Space, yeah.
No, of course.

Come on. I got you.

We have movement.

In light of recent
discoveries,

Foundate has authorized
six million dollars

for the plaintiff,
Robert Walton.

Additionally,

we have a commitment
to do mold remediation

and a health fund for anyone
in a Foundate building

who can prove causation
between black mold

and health problems.
This is capped

at 300K per person.

Do we have
an agreement?

We do.

Good.

This memorializes the deal
as it is being offered.

Thank you.
Certainly.

Contact everyone in the building
who reported health problems.

We want to start filing
immediately.

I'll take the claims process.
I'll confirm the funding.

Congratulations,
Robert.

Oh, come on.

Riku, we need to send

certified copies
to Judge Cellidon's office

for Foundate's
new corporate filing.

Send them up to Senior
for review when you're done.

Why would Foundate be filing
a new corporate entity

on the same day
as we're settling?

Does that make sense?
Not really.

But the health fund is being
channeled through a subsidiary

of the bank in Texas,
maybe that's why.

What? The P.O box for

the health fund correspondence,

also in Texas.

Both? And you didn't think
that was odd?

We're not really talking...
I didn't know that
he was working...

Judge Cellidon.
What is his jurisdiction?

Looking it up right now.

Judge Cellidon...

bankruptcy.

Oh, no.
Where's Olympia?

It's called the Texas two-step.

A nasty legal move
Johnson & Johnson used

in their baby powder settlement.

And Senior just
pulled it on us.

I bet he had people here
all night long

restructuring that corporation.

And the shredding
in the morning...

He covered his tracks.

He snuck those
bankruptcy lawyers out

through the service elevator,

avoiding the main lobby.

Senior wearing
those damn pants.

He went golfing.
Just like Billy said.

He only golfs
when he snuffs out
When he snuffs out

someone's soul.
someone's soul.

Excuse me.

Senior bankrupted the company.

He separated the liability
from the assets.

The Texas two-step.

Texas two-step.

That settlement he just signed
is worth nothing.

Is-is there a problem?

Well, the building'll
still be fixed.

No one else'll get sick.
That's something, at least.

But Sandy wanted
them to hurt.

And I couldn't...

I didn't...

Well, I think
she'd be proud that you

fought so hard for her.

Oh, God, I hope so.

Her last years were
all about the case.

And if I'm honest,
we fought a lot about it.

I felt like it was too much.

She needed justice, Robert.

I know, but I needed
time with her.

How'd you get through it?

Compromise
is the key, right?

That and a lot of donuts.

Mm.

Yeah.

Reminding ourselves the other
person is not the enemy.

Just in pain,
just... scared.

Plus, it all came
out of love, right?

Right.

You're a smart guy, Robert.

Eh.

Hey, uh, listen,
I wanted to

give this to you
to say thank you,

uh...
...when we won.

Though maybe it's
more appropriate now

that we've been
slaughtered by the hawk.

Aw.

I'll treasure this.

I'm grateful.

For the-the support,
I really am.

And, actually,
I did have a question.

Um, since it's been nice

spending time together,

I'm wondering if you'd
want to do it again.

Maybe at a restaurant
or-or back here?

Oh, Robert, that's...

Well, tha... that's so kind.

And if I was ready, you'd be

the perfect person
to have a meal with,

but I'm just...
I'm not really dating yet.

So, uh...

I know that's hard to hear.
Matty.

I've known you for less than a
week, you didn't break my heart.

Oh.

Okay, look, I know
you're pissed, but first,

the move was legal.
I know it's legal.
That's not why I'm pissed.

Right, can...
I'm pissed because
you've been gaslighting me.

Okay, and...
No, no, you have.

The way you've been acting
has not been professional.

I know you're upset
because I ended things.

Are you done?
Yes.

Well...

No, it's been crystal clear

that you've been hostile.

Other people see it,
not just me.

Now I'm done.

Julian, my man.

Looks like they're
arguing about the case.

Um, you mind,
uh, signing this?

'Cause I don't want
to interrupt.

Well, the other reason
I was here was to apologize.

And say you were right.

It was personal.

In truth, it's hard to be
with you right now because I...

want to be with you.

So, I'm gonna

work out of the Dallas office
for the month.

If that's what you want.

It's not.

Julian was on his way in,
so I intercepted him.

Case there was anything weird.

Yeah, no.

It cost Jacobson Moore
four million in accounting fees

and penalties
to do the two-step.

For two million more,

they could have
taken care of Robert

and done right by everyone.

This place is a vipers' nest.

Vipers' nest is
the understatement of the year.

You okay?

Want to talk about anything?

Oh, no, don't worry.

It is not your problem.

Oh, and I am, uh,
I'm really sorry about your dog

and that I didn't know
about your dog

and for blurring the boundaries.

Oh, stop.

It's blurry, life's blurry.

You and me, we're starting
to feel blurry.

Not just colleagues

and not quite friends.

Maybe allies...

...in the vipers' nest.

I could use an ally.

Someone I can really trust.

You can trust me.

Okay, look.

We work together and we
have to share information,

so we have to fix this.

Oh, is that why
we need to fix this?

Billy, what do
you want me to say?

That we're friends, Sarah.

I want you to say
that we're friends.

Why do you think I was upset
that you didn't know

my girlfriend, who I've been
dating for eight years?

Eight years?

Uh, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

Okay, look, I'm going
to say something

and you better not
make that "aw" sound.

My therapist actually
knows your name

because I talk about
how nice it is

to have a friend at work.

Aw.

I'm going to
choke you out.

But I'm serious, okay?

It is, and I am sorry.

Ugh.

Hey, hang on.

Um, hi.

Sarah, this is Claudia.
Claudia, Sarah.

Hi.
Heard so much about you.

Claudia, Sarah was
just telling me

that she's looking for balance
and she wants to date,

so if you know
any nice girls,

keep her away.
Ha, ha.

I definitely not
looking to date.

So nice to meet you.

You too.

Heard it was rough.

Knife in back,

spine severed.

Hurts less every
time, trust me.

Is that...
It is indeed full of loot.

Your battle scars
give you access.

Is that the one...
Yes.

Swiped it two weeks ago.

This one is also
quite meaningful.

Get 'er done.

Ooh.

Where's that one from, again?

His ski cabin.

Given to him by a mentor
who passed away.

Ooh, what about that one?

Home office, an award
he's really proud of.

Fore!

How about this Texas two-step?!

Oh, that felt good.
It looked good.

Go on, do another one.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Thank you.

You ol' country bastard!

You beat us bad today.

I wanted to drop by
and say congratulations

and go to hell.

My kind of concession speech.

And I also wanted to remind you
of my interest in corporate law.

Since that's where
the big bucks are.

Mm. Understood.

Was that too crude?

Apologies.
I just think

sometimes you have to say
what you want,

'cause if you don't...

Is that you with W?

Yeah. Grew up with him.

Oh...

Head of the San Antonio
fundraising team in '04.

And, uh...

...that's me and Karl Rove.

Oh, wow.

Connections.

They're important, aren't they?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah.
Hard to come by.

Essential to keep.
Yeah.

Congratulations again.

And, uh, keep me in mind
for the future.

Matty, I'm so sorry.

No, I got defensive
because you were right.

And I said I wouldn't
involve Alfie

and I did it anyway.

Well, who else
are you gonna lean on?

I haven't been there for you.
I wasn't there. It's true.

Are we fighting
over who's more sorry?

How else would
we last 49 years?

Aw.

Here, let me take...

This is so much harder than
I thought it would be, Edwin.

What's this?

What these lawyers
did to this man

who lost his wife...

He's nothing to them.

Ellie was nothing to them.

Which is why we are
gonna make them pay.

I'm sorry today was a bust.

Actually, it wasn't.

This is the receipt

of who signed for
the missing document.

Whose name is that, exactly?
I didn't know.

And then I compared the
signature to our three suspects.

Olympia's, I had.

Do you need my signature
to get in the documents room?

Julian's, I got.

Julian, my man.

Looks like they're
arguing about the case.

Um, you mind,
uh, signing this?

'Cause I don't
want to interrupt.

- No problem.
- Thanks for the heads-up.

And I was worried about
getting Senior's,

but then I had an opening.

Is that you with W?
Yeah.

Grew up with him.
Oh.

Head of the San Antonio

fundraising team in '04.

Wow.

That is a definite match.

I think we got our guy.

Next step: we prove it.