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TODD:
Bus pass right here...

Okay. Okay.
Just pull it.

What-- Mom!
Hold on. Sorry.
(screams)

Can you help me, please, Todd?
TODD: Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I got it. Ow.
Up there.

I never should've asked you
for a ride to work this morning.

Well, who could've known that
my car would break down again?

You, Todd. You!

How long had your
check engine light been on?

I don't know, like,
seven or eight months.

TODD:
I'm just saying,

engine lights
are a suggestion.

It's something you can do
every few hundred miles,

or if you have the time,
or money.

I failed you
as a parent.

Anyway,
what's the big deal?

A.A. towed the car for free,
so it's no problem.

A.A.? Oh, well,
Alcoholics Anonymous

might tow your car for free, but
Triple A is a paid membership.

Just like I pay to have my car
serviced regularly

because that
is what adults do.

They take responsibility
for their lives.

Sure. Right. Responsibility.
Sounds expensive.

Oh, what is more expensive
is waiting for things

to fall apart, and I'm the one
paying for it today,

and not to mention,
my car is in the shop

because you backed it
into a wall.

Okay, that wall was not there,
and then it was.

Oh, Todd, you are going
to the hospital

to borrow your sister's car...
(elevator bell dings)

...because I have court
this afternoon,

and I am not going through this
again in the rain on the bus.

Oh, you don't like

taking the bus? Really?
No, Todd. Go.

Goodbye.
What?

Hi, Allison.

Hi, Mom.
Uh, listen,

Todd is on his way
over to borrow your car.

Hi, Sarah, can you please
give this to Allister

and straighten it out
for God's sake.

Thank you.
ALLISON: Todd has a car.

Your old car, and I don't
want him "Toddifying" mine.

Yeah, well, my current car
is in the shop

because Todd
backed it into a wall.

This is not helping your case.

Allison, you are not lending
the car to Todd.

You are lending it to me.
Good morning.

Morning.
And I'm gonna be
the one driving it,

and I will return it
to you safely, I promise.

I've got to go. Sorry. Bye.

What a mess.
Good morning, Francey.

Sean Phillips is waiting
in your office

to go over his testimony
for the trial.

(stammers)

Northbrook has a nice write-up
in The Sentinel.

A piece about how
the boy genius

is expanding them beyond private
jets into commercial planes.

Media hound.
Any mention

of the crash or the six
injured people or our client?

No. No mention.
Of course not.

Oh.
Wait, wait, wait.

What? Okay.
Okay. Good, good.

Okay, Sean,

I have got one more
practice question for you.

Um, how has
the accident,

the injury
affected your life?

Well, when I lost my leg,
it took nine weeks to heal.

Mm-hmm.
But I never let up
on the PT.

Just like today,
I came right after practice.

I've been training
for months now

so I can get back in shape
and compete

in the 2024
Paralympics.

Okay, okay, okay,
Sean, um...

I'm gonna have to
interrupt you for a minute.

You have a very
positive mindset.

Won me two gold medals
in Tokyo.

And all of Portland
admires you for that,

but the plane crash
changed everything.

A-A-And
your injury...

I don't like
to dwell on that.

But the other passengers,
they got very small settlements.

Yeah, for a sprained ankle,
a broken arm.

Nobody was hurt
as bad as me.

And the jury needs
to understand that.

(sighs)

My leg was crushed

between two
plane seats.

I was trapped there
for... hours,

and the doctors,
they tried to...

save my leg,
but, uh...

a decision
had to be made.

That was
a horrible day.

But then...

What happened?

The bills.

Hospitals,
anesthesia, prosthetics.

They just kept coming and...

My own mom had to take out
a second mortgage

to help me pay my bills. My mom.

I'm a grown man. I should
be able to provide for myself,

and Northbrook
took that from me.

That was their mistake, their
plane, and they should pay up.

(door opens)

Mar, we were just served
with notice.

Northbrook is filing a motion.
They want to dismiss the case.

Hearing in two hours.

(scoffs) Of course
they'd pull that now.

What's going on?
It's a ploy

these huge corporations use.

They file motions
to dismiss cases.

No, but it hasn't even started.

They're trying to scare us,

but we don't scare.

Chuck just
detailed my car,

so please
don't mess it up.

You don't trust me
with your things?

You set our microwave
on fire.

Hey, metal staples fastening
tea bags to strings

is a terrible idea.
I stand by that.

Look, whatever. I'm not
borrowing your car. Mom is.

Okay, then tell Mom
to pick me up at 5:00,

sharp.

I'm an idiot.

Good morning. Hi.
Sorry we're late.

Uh, Sean, uh,
this is my son, Todd.

Uh, you both
went to Wilson.

Wow. Hi. Yeah, I saw you break

the Wilson High record
in the javelin.

I legit cried.
Oh, good to meet you, man.

Did you have, uh,
Mr. Parks for physics?

Uh, thought we were all
living in the Matrix,

had hair everywhere
other than his own head?

Yes, I do remember. (laughs)
(laughs)

Hey, Sean,
can I get your autograph?

Oh, yeah, man,
of course.

Wait, is that him?

MARGARET:
Gus Easton.

SUSAN:
How is he the "master of
corporate law" in that suit?

He is from Seattle.

Attorney Wright.

Attorney Easton.

He's the worthy
opponent who guided

that jerk aerospace CEO
to success?

That dude's confident
he's gonna win.

I know that look.
I've had it.

Come on,
you're Sean Phillips.

There's no way
we're gonna lose this.

As long as we don't get
Judge Sauceda.

BAILIFF: All rise.
Honorable Judge Sauceda.

SAUCEDA:
Sean Phillips v.
Northbrook Aerospace.

We're here on defendant's
summary judgment motion.

Go ahead, counsel.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I'd like to present
the court with, uh...

Oh, come on,
where is it? Well...

Hold your horses. Here, here.

Here it is.

This joint report
from the FAA and NTSB

that we just received.

Uh, Your Honor,
I was not served,

and I need time
to review this report.

Let's just see
where this is going.

GUS:
Their investigation concluded

that Flight 254's accident
was an uncontrollable event.

Black ice,
landing strip,

an act of God, so

we respectfully request
a dismissal,

as this report confirms that
Northbrook is not at fault.

Uh, Your Honor,
our pilot witness

will testify that he flew
the plane without error.

Therefore, a malfunction
had to have occurred.

Yes, I've read your compelling
witness declaration,

but in light of this report,

I'm inclined to grant
the motion and dismiss.

Your Honor,
our hometown hero

and decorated Olympian
now has a prosthetic limb

and over half a million dollars
in medical debt.

Objection. Irrelevant.
This is a government
agency report.

It is not binding on the court,
and over a quarter of them

are wrong anyway,
and... Wait.

Just last week, the EPA
reversed its findings

in the
Foregrave matter.

You have my attention.

I need adequate time
to review the report.

I'm asking
for one week.

I'll grant you
a 48-hour continuance.

(gavel bangs)

48 hours isn't
enough time, is it?

Is it?
Sean,

don't worry,

I am going to make
Northbrook pay

for what they did to you.
I promise.

♪ ♪

Attorney Easton.

Attorney Wright.

You cannot go around
filing an ex parte

for a nonemergency.
It is frivolous.

Frivolous? Well,
we wouldn't want that.

But, you know, waiting till
trial would've harmed my client,

and that's an emergency
to me, so...

(scoffs) Aren't there
vending machines on this floor?

I would never pull
a surprise attack like that.

It is disrespectful
and...

I wasn't aware
I was pulling anything.

Wait, aren't you supposed to be
some Portland...

powerhouse attorney?

Getting all twisted up
about an ex parte.

Was I on a different floor when
I saw those vending machines?

I need some chips
or something.

You and I both know that
my client deserves every penny

we can wring out of
Northbrook's greedy clutches.

Yes, we do both
know that,

but you have to do
the wringing.

And I don't
have to help you.

I want those boxes of discovery
in my office by noon today.

Mm. I'll see
what I can do.

I just have a hard time
keeping track of my briefs.

Well... please
keep track of them,

from now on. I would.

You would keep track
of my briefs?

(shuddering sigh)

Honestly, he's wearing
corduroy pants.

Opposing counsel,
in court, in corduroy.

I mean, where do you
even buy corduroy?

Uh, corduroy store?

No one should wear corduroy,
except Princess Diana,

and only that once.

Okay, and why do we care
about this guy's pants again?

Because he's infuriating.

He is a hustler, he's a shyster,

and he is from Seattle.

He's trying to pull one
over on me,

but I know exactly
what he's going to do.

He's going to try
to bury us in paperwork

to waste what precious
little time we have.

It's just like that
Mark Buffalo movie Open Waters.

Uh, pretty sure
Open Water's a shark movie,

but Mark Ruffalo was in a movie
called Dark Waters.

No.

Mark "Rah-fallo" is in a movie
with Anne Hathburne

that you made me watch,
and he played a lawyer.

Yeah, in corduroy pants.

Dark Waters.
No.

Todd, we got
48 hours

to find a needle
in a mound of paperwork,

so let's-- Wait,
why are you driving?

What?
No, Todd.

No. A-Allison wants me...

This can't be all of it.

I triple-checked
with the mail room.

Wh-What about those?

Unrelated.
I'm an associate,

so my office
is part storage room.

Hmm.
(toilet flushes)

MARGARET:
What was that?

Uh, my office
is part storage room

and right next
to the, uh...

(man whistles, grunts)

My God, you can
hear everything.

I am so sorry, Susan.

When I was an associate lawyer,

my office was basically
in the kitchen.

Bet you had a chair,
though, huh?

Okay. Let's see what this
Gus the shark has sent us.

Uh, let's see,
weather maps

and graphs for the day
of the accident.

That's to establish cold weather
for their "act of God" theory.

Peer-reviewed scientific paper
on the hazards of black ice.

And a mechanic's report

signed by a "Konner Preston."

Wait, what's going on
with his name?

There's bits of ink
behind the letters. Look.

And look.

The line below,
there's some pieces missing,

like something
was whited out.

MARGARET:
And then another name
was written over the top.

There was another...
Mechanic.

Okay.

Todd, Susan and I
are going to scour

the rest of this
paltry paperwork.

You go and track down
Konner Preston.

"Track down" like interview,
or "track down" kidnap and kill?

(laughs)
Don't encourage him.

You're going to go find

this person
and find out what name

is missing from this form.
Go. Find out.

He's not funny.

He's a little funny.

Oh.

Konner Preston?

That's right.
Sorry, you are?

Rich Riddington, FAA.

Just had a few questions about

some report you
filled out regarding

Northbrook
model 22-75.

Yeah, that's me.
Is there a problem with my work?

No, no, no, confidential
FAA form, ghost protocol.

No, not a problem,
per se,

but, uh, typically,

we ask for the original
of a report,

and it looks like
this is a copy.

Yeah. Uh, I was told
by my boss...

Thing is, it sort of looks like
there was a different signature

here underneath,
and it was whited out.

Know anything
about that?

That's above my pay grade.

Eh, see, this is your signature,

so it's exactly your pay grade.

Who was the
first mechanic?

Tyesha Johnson?

I need to speak
to her.

She, uh...

She doesn't
work here anymore.

She's dead?
No! No.

Look, I'm not supposed
to say anything.

About murdering her?
No!

She's not dead.
She's working

at some shop
in Hillsboro.

Shop in Hillsboro...

I-I don't know.
Just-just leave me alone.

Excellent work, everybody.

MARGARET:
And where and when

did you valet park
Allison's car for $25?

Outside your office.
I obviously couldn't get into

the garage, and I didn't
have money for a meter,

and I didn't want
to get another ticket.

Another ticket?

Whatever.
Those red light traffic cams

are unconstitutional.

And it won't be Allison
in the photo.

It'll be me,
so she can contest it.

And you could help her.
You're a lawyer.

Marvelous.
Okay, so what makes you think

that this Tyesha Johnson
works here?

TODD:
Well, I can't give away
patented trade secrets,

but cold calling
the only two

non-Northbrook airplane
repair shops in Hillsboro

did yield
quick results.
(chuckles)

All right. Let's go in,
but I remind you

that we are running
out of time,

so I will handle
the talking.

Oh, right, right, I was born
to just listen and smile.

Not one word.

BOTH:
Tyesha Johnson?

I don't know you.

I'm Margaret Wright.
I work for Sean Phillips,

the athlete
that was injured...
You have to go. Now.

We're trying to hold Northbrook
accountable for the...

Are you? Or are you
from Northbrook,

trying to shake me down

because Sean Phillips
is suing your ass?

As I said,

I am Sean Phillips' attorney,
Margaret Wright.

We want to hold
Northbrook accountable

for the accident and
get damages for Sean.

TODD:
And you can help us.

We think that you examined
the plane after it crashed

and they're burying
your report.

What did they say
caused the crash?

Black ice.

It isn't the ice?

It's the cold.

When the temperature falls below
freezing, the actuator fails,

and the arm
won't deploy

during landing. It'll crash.

And that was in
your report.

Yes, but also,
I told them several times

before the accident,

but they ignored me every time.

I-I can't talk here.
It's not safe.

You have to go.
Is that guy watching you?

Please just go.

Tyesha, wait, wait.

If they didn't listen
to you, I'm sorry,

but if they are trying to harass
you into silence, we can help.

Whistleblowers are
protected by the law.

But if no one comes forward
to testify, there will be

more accidents
and more victims.

You should go.

Hey, Mom, uh,
take a selfie with me.

The two of us. Come on.
Okay.

Come on.
Higher. There.

(phone camera clicks)

Okay.
Let me see.

Who is he?

I don't know, but Tyesha's
definitely scared of him.

Would Northbrook
have goons?

No. They're too smart
for that.

They'd hire someone else
to do their dirty work.

LYLE:
Car is registered
to a Nathan Shaw.

Investigator at
Nugent Cross Public Relations.

I knew it, and now
we're dealing with a fixer

from an infamous
and hideous PR firm.

An investigator,
so he's basically me.

Except he's
a licensed professional

with a working vehicle, so
I'd say he skews more toward me.

So unnecessary.
(phone chiming)

"Hi. Uh, this is Tyesha Johnson.

"Come to my house right now.

4660 Westwood Terrace."

Come on.

You're welcome.

4660. That's it.

TODD:
Is that...?

That's him.

(phone camera clicking)

(engine starts, tires squeal)

Tyesha?

Tyesha!
Tyesha!

Tyesha.

She's not here.

She's gone.

If you wait 48 hours, I don't
know what's gonna happen to her.

She could be dead!
Uh, yes, a potential
witness for...

Yes, call the judge. Great.
Yes, I understand. I understand.

No, no, I do not understand!
Thank you, Detective.

When my daughter Tyesha
returns from Madagascar,

I will have her cancel this
card, and you can bank on that.

(phone beeps)
(sighs) Double dead end, huh?

Well, we didn't find anything.

No documents, no emails,
nothing relating to Northbrook.

Yeah, that Nathan guy
cleaned her out.

There's no computers, phones,
hard drives, flash drives.

We are running out of time,
and the only way

we are going to defeat
this motion for Sean

is if she testifies.

What? What are you
staring at?

She did the entire
Sunday crossword.

That's very challenging.

This guy looks like
her boyfriend.

Maybe he has some idea
where she is.

What is Tyesha's
relationship status on Insta?

Insta? Did you
just say Insta?

I do pay
attention, Todd.

I wasn't born
under some...

(lawn mower whirring)

MARGARET:
Your sister
is going to kill you.

Has it ever occurred to you
that I am actually,

and legally,
an adult?
Meaning?

It means that I have
my own independence.

I choose what time
I go to bed,

if I go to bed
at night.

I can eat as much cereal
and candy as I want, and I do,

and I'm a P.I., sort of,
and I'm doing just fine.

I'm merely saying
that the rest of us manage...
No, the rest of you

spend a little bit
too much time worrying

about what I'm doing,
to be honest.

But if you take responsibility
for someone's car,

then you have to...
Things happen.

Like with Tyesha.
Is it her responsibility

that some goon
is following her?

Yes, technically, yes.

She was whistleblowing
on Northbrook,

but, philosophically, no.

She was trying
to keep people safe.

This is apples to oranges.

It has zero to do with fruit.

I don't think this Nathan guy
knows where Tyesha is, either.

MARGARET:
Why not?

Because there he is,
right there,

outside Tyesha's
boyfriend's house.

MARGARET:
How do you think he found him?

TODD:
Instagram and the white pages,
just like we did.

He's one step
ahead of us.

What are we
going to do?

Has he seen us?

What if he's
dangerous?

We're gonna beat this idiot
at his own game.

Do you have any duct tape
in your purse?

Okay, all right,
bandages.

This will do. Now, I need you
to distract that idiot

in the sedan while I attach
this tNAB tracker

to the back of his car.
Distract him?

Yeah.
Why? What are we doing?

Wait, what if he's a maniac?

What-what if
he has a Taser?

Are you seriously,
you're asking me to just

go over there and just
chit-chat about what?

I mean, what am I gonna talk
to him about? I don't know him.

(muffled talking)

I'm-- Well, you know
who I am, don't you?

And I know who you are.
You're Nathan Shaw.

But the question is...

NATHAN:
What do you want?

TODD: Uh, just... you know...
Come on. (grunts)

Spy to spy,
how much you getting paid?

Buzz off, punk.

(grunts)

Oh.

(coughs) Um, I'm just,
I'm just thinking, you know,

maybe I could pick up
a shift or two

here and there,
you know what I mean?

I honestly have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm just thinking

maybe I should work
for your PR firm.

Right? Me? Right?

Todd Wright.
You work for your mom.

TODD:
I know, but I'm not
getting any benefits.

And she is terrible.

I mean, she can't even put
a bandage on a situation.

NATHAN:
If I see you anywhere near

our business again,
this is gonna escalate in ways

you're not gonna like. Got it?
Got it.

(engine starts)
(stammers) Don't-don't-don't...

Hold on, no, wait,
what's your sign?

Please, do not go.
No, wait, wait!

Wait, wait!

I did it. (chuckles)
(sighs)

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Mobley.

We-we do have
a few questions.

Listen, I don't know
Sean Phillips,

and I don't know you,

so I can't really help...
Look, Tyesha's missing.

She was being followed,
and her place was ransacked.

She's in trouble,
in real trouble.

Damn.

I was hoping that was
all over for her.

What's all over?
Has she been followed before?

Back when she was working
at Northbrook,

they were flying a bunch of
their new commercial airplanes.

While Tyesha was working
on one of them,

she found a flawed part.

She tried to report it
to her superiors, but...

they didn't want to hear.
So that must have

been the plane that
Sean was flying on.
So they fired her?

No.

They followed her,
harassed her.

All up until she quit.

It's the reason why
we broke up.

I just couldn't take it anymore,

and I just mentally checked out.

Anyways, when I got home
about 30 minutes ago,

this was on my doorstep.

Can I see that?

Wait. It's addressed
to "OKFBHO SGJANC"?

Yeah. That's my name in code.
Tyesha loves that kind of stuff.

MARGARET:
This here--

this is all in code.
And-and you don't know...?

No, I don't know.
Maybe it was for you.

I just know I don't want
any part of this anymore.

Just please leave. Please.

Lyle can probably
crack that code.

Oh, and I can't?
I can crack code.

Well, of course
you can, but...

(birds squawking)

Oh, dear God.

(birds squawking)

LYLE:
Mm. Mm, mm.

Kind of looks like a Vigenère
cipher, but I don't think so.

Yeah, whatever that is,
Einstein. Don't you think

it looks more like
a made-up language,

like Elvish or Klingon
or Wakandan?

A made-up language
like Wakandan?

Yeah.
Are you asking me
if this code is a language

from a fictional country
from the Marvel Universe?

I just thought you'd know
if it was Lord of the Rings

or Star Trek or Marvel
because, you know...

you're a nerd.

What?

Lord of the Rings
is not a comic book.

It is a book book.

And Star Trek is a movie
and TV franchise.

Okay, right, but they both have
made-up languages.

And by the way,
Wakanda's a fictional place,

but there are three real African
languages spoken there:

Xhosa, Yoruba and Hausa.

Only in the comic book do they
have fictional languages,

and this is a billion-dollar...
Wow.

You really are a nerd,
aren't you?

Which Hogwarts
house are you?

You a Slytherin? Oh.

Got any Sith tattoos
I should know about?

Okay, who's the nerd now,
Sheldon?

(phone buzzing)
Oh, my tNAB.

Aha! Looks like the device

my mom attached to
the goon's car is

suspiciously close
to Northbrook HQ.

Okay, I got to go, but you take
a crack at that code, Bones.

You're an investigator,
not a doctor, damn it.

(phone camera clicking)

(phone buzzing)

Mom, I can't talk right now.

Nathan led us straight to Dirk,
the CEO of Northbrook!

They are connected,

and I am getting
photo evidence as we speak.

Did you promise that we would

pick your sister up
from work today?
What?

Did I? No. Maybe.

Did I? I thought
you were supposed to do that.

You never told me that, Todd.

Where are you?
Look, I can't talk right now.

Allison says you promised
we would pick her up

from work today.
She has called you 27 times...

Hi.

Todd! What's happening?

Aah! Oh! Oh!
♪ Baby, baby, bless my soul ♪

Please, please! No, no, no.
♪ I need to fill it ♪

♪ With some rock and roll... ♪

Please. Please, this
is my sister's car.

Please. No!

(groans)

Oh.
(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah. ♪

(sighs)

Yeah. This is...
how I imagined it going.

Look, it's not as bad
as you think.

I mean, what's
one broken window?

It makes you
look tough.

And there's no bird poop
inside, just... glass.

You're fixing this.

That is right, Todd.
It is your responsibility.

And you...
And you are paying for it

because he has no money,
and I loaned the car to you.

I'm going inside.

Glass shards.
Glass shards in my jacket.
Did you say "grass shards"?

It actually was grass shards
and glass shards.

Allison, what a lovely dinner
you've set for us all tonight.

And the hen is
just a...
Cold.

But really good. Mostly.

Oh, I can just pop it
in the microwave for you...

Chuck, sit down.
Oh.

Todd, apologize
to your sister for the car

and for making us so late.

What? Late because someone
attacked me with a baseball bat?

Attacked you
or attacked the car?

Oh, thank you so much
for your concern, Chet.

Actually, uh, it was a fixer,

an evil fixer who wants me, and
by proxy, Allison's car, dead.

I have photos of him
with Dirk Dobkin.

Dirk Dobkin?
CEO of Northbrook?

We just did a profile on him.

I saw that in this
morning's paper.

You went very easy on him
despite the controversy,

despite the plane crash.
Wait. Can I just

go heat up my food
in the microwave?

Because I'm hungry,
and it's cold.

It's cold?

I waited for you to pick me up
outside in the cold

for an hour and a half,
and that was after working

a ten-hour shift at the ER.

Chuck had
to come down and get me.

And then I had
to rush this dinner,

which I make
on a weekly basis,

for my entire family.

And then you guys were late,
so it gets cold.

And now, I'm reduced to being
this put-upon harpy

who's made furious by the antics
of the idiot in her life.

Well, it's not that cold.

It's charmingly cold.
I can eat it.

Allison. Allison, you're angry,
and you have every right to be.

You feel taken
for granted.

I actually...
I don't want to hear

what I am from you.
Angry is justified?

I'm not interested
in your interpretation of this.

And if you have a problem
with that wine,

oh, my God, I swear...
Oh, no. No,
the wine is fine.

It's lovely.
Yeah. It's very fine wine.

God, I'm so sick of doing this
week in and week out.

Do we have Cornish hens
week in and week out?

I-I think what Allison is trying
to say is that

maybe it would be nice

if someone said
"Thank you" for once.

Oh, thank you.
Allison, thank you.

(overlapping chatter)
No. Thank you.

I don't want "Thank you."
I don't care about "Thank you."

I... Thank you.
Thank you.

Just eat.

Chet?

How many profiles has The
Sentinel done on Dirk Dobkin?

Three in three years?

That seems like a lot.

More than average,
that's for sure.

But Northbrook is always hungry
for good press,

and they're very protective
of their image.
Uh-huh.

How would they feel
about a human interest story

on an Olympic athlete
who got injured in an accident

on one of Northbrook's planes?

An accident they're denying
any responsibility for?

Mm-hmm.
They'd hate it.

Yes.
Oh.

GUS:
Fine.

You go right ahead,
you-you do your press.

Oh, we already have a reporter
very interested

from The Portland Sentinel.

They want
to hear the full story.

You know what? Northbrook denies
any responsibility,

and if you suggest otherwise,

we will sue your firm
and Sean for libel.

Of course you will,
but as you know,

truth is the best defense
against libel.

And Sean and I want
to know the truth

about how accident 254 happened.

About the
faulty actuator,

about what Northbrook
and Dirk Dobkin knew

and when they knew it.

But is that the truth
your side wants to come out?

So perhaps you'd like to settle.

We should meet.

As soon as possible.

(elevator bell dings)

Just go somewhere private
and call her back.

Tell them we're still a go.
This won't change that.

Will do.

Oh. Hey, uh,
where's the restroom?

Oh, it's just, uh, that way,
second door on the left.

Oh.

Sylvia Smith,
of sound mind and body,

did bequeath
a Marjorie Smith...

Sorry for the interruption.

This is my associate,
Mr. Wright. Can I help you, sir?

Hey, hi. Oh.

Hi. Nice. Sorry.
Uh, listen,

uh, just go about
what you are doing.

We can't do that
because we need privacy.

Mr. Wright,

this is the reading of a will.

And I'm so sorry for your loss.

Artificial plant.

Well, not if you water it daily.
(laughs)

MAN:
Dirk wanted me
to give you a call.

Oh, this is so exciting.
What happens in the next room?

(whispering):
Shh. Please. It's the bathroom.

MAN:
No. No, no, don't worry.

The kid will sign,
so keep production going.

(sighs, whispers):
Now, listen, I think...

(continues indistinctly)

Okay. There you go. You win.

We can settle
right now

for one million dollars
wired into your account

by this afternoon.

One million dollars?

Enough to pay off your debt.
What do you think?

Yes. Yes, we'll take it.

All right. We'll sign.

Okay. Here's our NDA.
Mm-hmm.

No, thank you.

Okay. Now, I have
a question about...

Is he gonna sign it?

Not until I've read this.

Karen... from Delaware.
Um...

You used to play cricket.
Uh, gentlemen,

um, I think that my client and I
just need a-a second

to discuss this contract.

We'll be right back. Come.

Sean, there is something
you should know

before you sign this NDA.

I thought you said it was fine
to sign if the number was right.

I mean, with a million dollars,

I won't have to file
for bankruptcy.

That is true, but...

we now believe that the faulty
part that caused your crash

was installed on Northbrook's
entire new fleet of planes.

What does that have
to do with me?

I mean, they'll have
to fix it, right?

I overheard Dirk's
assistant saying

that they were
settling with you

so the launch date
can remain as is.

Launch date?
MARGARET:
Northbrook is about

to release an entire
new fleet of planes

exactly like the one
that caused your crash.

And they have no intention of
fixing them before the release,

because it would
cost them millions.

And with missed deliveries
and lost sales, billions.

(sighs)
So all these planes
could crash, too?

I mean, why would they do that?

Why wouldn't they just
fix them first?

Northbrook has calculated

a small probability of a crash.

It only happens
in the extreme cold.

And since there were no deaths
on your flight,

it seems that they would rather
pay the insurance premiums

and keep business going.

So, this all falls on me?

I have to stand up
to this giant corporation?

If we refuse
this settlement,

there is no guarantee
that we will win in court.

But if you sign this NDA, no one
will ever hear this story,

and Dirk Dobkin can keep
his faulty planes

up in the air.

I just want to restart my life.

Sean, I want you to know
that it wouldn't be just you

standing up
to a giant corporation.

We'd be right there with you.
Yeah.

(sighs)

A million dollars
is a lot of money.

MARGARET:
We are not going
to sign the NDA.

(scoffs) There's not gonna
be another offer.

This is it.

So just sign the NDA.
Okay. Easy now.

Easy. Easy, Dirk.
It's all right.

All right.
Hey.

You want to take
a break?

Yeah.
Take a break. Yeah.

I got it.

Counsel, if your client doesn't
take this offer,

there is no money for him.

My client is not going
to sign something

that will put the lives
of future Northbrook passengers

in jeopardy--
a responsibility

that is rightfully
your client's.

LYLE:
I've ruled out
all the go-to ciphers.

It's not any modern
or ancient language.

I believe
she created this code herself.

Wait. Hold on.
This is the crossword

that was on Tyesha's fridge.

All the answers
are wrong. See?

Okay, 40 down. "Jeff
Goldblum versus spacemen"?

She wrote "Alien Prometheus."
That's not it?

No, it's Independence Day.
Huh.

Huh.
She loves puzzles.

Has a mind for wordplay.
This isn't a woman

who'd get one answer wrong,
let alone all of them.

Let me look
at this journal.

MARGARET:
Do you think that's the key?

I do. If we don't find Tyesha,
Sean gets nothing.

Let's hope
it's a simple cipher.

Write the alphabet
across the top

and the same
on the left down.

Okay.

We got a team effort.

Okay, now I know my ABCs.
What's next?

Yes. Thank you.

Send it to me.

Here we go.

Okay. Okay. Yeah.

Find the letter "F,"

then go down to "A."
"F," "A."

"D."
"D."

Okay. "N" and "O."

"N, O" is "R."

"D, R."
"J, K."

"I."
"D, R, I."

"A, S."
"S." That's, uh, "V."

"V."

"M, E."
Is... "E."

"Drive." That's "E." Drive.

We may have something here.

Let's keep going.

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, okay.

It is, uh, right there.

LYLE:
Do you want...?

Spelling. You were spelling.

And "J, Z."
I don't even know
what Jay-Z the rapper is.

Uh-huh.
"D."

MARGARET:
One, one.

It's a link
to a Google Drive address.

(sighs)

We need a password.

What about Sean Phillips?

Oh, uh, what about
the boyfriend?

Uh, Justin Mobley.

Oh, uh, well, this is actually
an address slip right here

with Justin's name in code.

(gasps)
Try that, yes.

OKFBHO...

SGJANC.

♪ ♪

(gasps)
Oh, my goodness.
That did the trick.

MARGARET:
Look at that. It worked.

TODD:
It is all of Tyesha's documents.

Reports, videos
of the faulty part,

list of affected aircraft,
an email chain with Northbrook.

She has everything.
I found it.

We need to find Tyesha
immediately.

You have court in
two and a half hours.

Okay, send me those docs.

I have to prepare.
All right, I'll email it.

We will leave her a message
inside this file.

No, no, no, no.

I do not want your dirty phone
plugged into my computer.

It's not dirty, it's just...
Hold on a second.

♪ I like pooping
on the potty... ♪
♪ Yeah ♪

I was babysitting
my niece, okay?

Right before this.

Stop that. Just stop!

Okay.
Upload these photos...

His name is Nathan...

He'll be arrested.

We are giving
this info to the D.A.

You are safe.

This is Todd. And Margaret.

With no help from anybody else.

Okay. Great.
Cute.

Here's your clean computer.

♪ ♪

Margaret.

Gus.

Well, I guess time's up, huh?

It's too bad.

Had we gone to a real trial,

I was really looking forward
to seeing you in action.

Well, we've still got
52 minutes.

♪ ♪

I think that'll be
more than enough time.

MARGARET:
Your Honor,

these reports explain in detail
how the actuator part

AP-ARM-4 malfunctions
in cold weather.

And Northbrook was informed
multiple times by a mechanic,

but rather than spend

millions of dollars
to ground their plane,

gambled with the lives of
passengers like Mr. Phillips.

GUS:
Your Honor,

while I appreciate
Attorney Wright's, uh...

colorful argument,

it's wildly speculative.

How are we to know that
these documents have

any basis in fact?

Great point, counsel.

I'd like to introduce
Tyesha Johnson

as plaintiff's witness.

♪ ♪

And why were you afraid
to come forward?

After the crash, they harassed
and threatened me until I quit.

They're still harassing me.

They don't want me here
testifying.

Objection. Speculation.

I'll allow it.

Is the person who harassed you
in court today?

Yes.

Will you please identify them?

SAUCEDA:
Let the record show Ms. Johnson
is pointing to a man

in the gallery in a black shirt,
bald head and beard.

His name is Nathan Shaw,
Your Honor,

and he is a fixer for Nugent
Cross Public Relations.

He's currently employed--

and I might add,
under the table--

by Northbrook Aerospace.

I have admitted as Exhibit 1
photos of Mr. Shaw

harassing and stalking
my witness.

Bailiff, please take Mr. Shaw
into custody

on witness intimidation.

BAILIFF:
Sir, come with me.

DIRK:
What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna hope they don't
throw your ass in jail, too.

MARGARET:
Your Honor,
the evidence admitted,

along with Ms. Johnson's
testimony,

is more than enough
to move us to trial.

We are looking at
punitive damages,

as well as personal
and potentially criminal

liability for CEO Dirk Dobkin.

(exhales)
Your Honor?

I believe we need
a brief recess.

Wait, how did you know
I was checking my Google Drive?

I didn't. I-I hoped.

But you led us right to it
with your crossword.

You like crosswords?

Yeah, I like puzzles.
Codes. Escape rooms.

I like escape rooms.

Really?
Yeah.

MARGARET:
No, no, no.

We will sign the NDA only if
there's an injunction order

grounding Northbrook's planes

until we confirm
removal of the part.

Sealed injunction?

Well, if you're gonna be
a little baby about it, okay.

But I want
restitution for Tyesha.

And 12 million for Sean.

Look, I'm gonna draw up
the contract

for 15 and not a penny more.

No, I said tw--

It's the max I was authorized.

Okay, uh...

I'm going to go collect
my client from the puddle

he was reduced to outside.

How do you stand it,
working for a man like that?

A... a company like that?

How do you sleep
with yourself at night?

(scoffs)
I don't.

TODD: You guys...
TYESHA: What?

TODDY:
You guys should get
an escape room.

(laughing)
TYESHA:
That's so great.

Um...

Restitution for you, and...

15 million for you.

Oh...
(gasps)

(exhales)
What?

(chuckles)

(sobs softly)

♪ ♪

You really should be using
a soft cloth on the hood,

and I have this wax if you--
Thank you, Chuck.
Thank you.

And shouldn't you be
helping me with this?

I seem to remember
being told repeatedly

that you're the one
who borrowed the car.

I paid to fix the window.

Oh, okay, great.

So you're the money
and I'm the manual labor.

Fine. Whatever.

You know, I've been
looking for a reason

to break out your
grandmother's Limoges china.

And I was thinking,
maybe I should host

the family dinner
occasionally.

I'd love to have everyone
over to my new place.

It'll be nice.

It would be nice.

I don't want you
stressing out over hosting.

Not everyone
is cut out for it.

♪ No matter what, my friend... ♪

Okay.

See? I can take care of things.

I can clean objects
and fix them.

Look, good as new.

Chuck, uh...
can you unlock the car?

♪ It's just a part
of who we are ♪

I don't have the keys.

What?

♪ No matter what, my friend... ♪

Wait, how did both
sets of keys...?

I didn't do this.

You're kidding me.

I did not shut the doors.

I was just cleaning the car.

Hold up. Wait.

Hold... (stammers)

(alarm blaring)

What?

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ You can always come on home. ♪