All language subtitles for Matlock s01e10 Crash Helmets On.eng

Previously...
Autry, my name is Madeline Matlock,

like the old TV show.
Oh, I love that show.

MATTY:
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 know what, when.

The email attachment,
it's a photograph

of Senior in Sydney.

Senior had an alibi, so...

His signature was forged
by Julian or Olympia.

We'll see
if this pen was worth it.

OLYMPIA:
I need to know who you slept with.

I told Shae that I felt guilty,
and she said

you had a thing
with Elijah.

OLYMPIA:
There was no affair.

You're comparing
an actual something

to a theoretical nothing.

It's way too messy here now.

I don't think we should
work together anymore.

Why don't we ask
the managing board to pick

only one of us for partner?
The other leaves.

I trust you, and I hope you
know you can trust me, too.

She didn't do it. Julian did.

I don't have proof-
just my gut, and I trust it.

?

EDWIN:
Ruling out Olympia is a mistake.

There's no definitive proof.

Hon, I love you, I hear you,

but you're dead wrong.

Oh, I feel so heard.

No, I haven't
lost my way, Edwin.

I'm just pivoting.

And my friendship with Olympia
is gonna be useful.

It's gonna get us our man,
Julian.

He must have forged
Senior's signature.

He hid the documents.

Matty.

Where's Olympia?

Oh, I haven't seen her.
I was in the caf�...

Is Olympia with Blake Ellison?

Who, now?

Slow down, son.

(chuckling):
I haven't even had a sip.

The CEO of Tranquil Pines
who Olympia just escorted in,

according to the front desk.

MATTY:
We need Julian's financials.

Olympia said he got a chunk of
money to buy their brownstone.

And that was right
about the time

those documents
went missing.

Well, maybe from his dad,
not from Wellbrexa?

Or from Wellbrexa, not his dad.

I need that divorce to get ugly

so Olympia forces
forensic accounting.

Yep, then he calls his lawyer,
the pen picks it up

and we have new leads.

You sure you don't know
where Olympia is?

Fine.

She's in the fancy
conference room.

Her office is being cleaned.

Mm. Heading to her office.

You're a really bad liar, Matty.

? ?

OLYMPIA:
The fact is,

Walter Higgins
would be alive today

if your nursing home
followed protocol.

I'm looking at code violations,

health and safety citations,

procedural oversight.

Let's not forget
staff shortages,

which is why Walter Higgins
fell and broke his hip

six months before dying alone
from a stroke in his bed.

Our population is very fragile.
Okay, well,

how about, uh, uh,
broken elevators,

broken door sensors,
broken showers?

Does anything work
in your facilities?

(chuckling): We are
constantly fixing things,

and the residents
break them.

Oh, so now you're blaming
your elderly residents?

No, look, I...
Did Walter steal his own class ring, Blake?

Because his son
said that his ring

was stolen by your staff
off his dead body.

Who do you think you are?

Look, I don't have
to listen to this.

I don't pay this firm
to insult me.

No, you pay us to anticipate
bad facts and neutralize them

so your chain of nursing
homes doesn't get slammed

with a wrongful death judgment.

As for me,
I'm your new defense lawyer.

If you're smart.

Well done, sister.

Great idea to poach

Blake Ellison
and Tranquil Pines.

I didn't think you were
that crafty, Ms. Matlock.

Oh, you're racing for partner,

I'm in the sidecar.
Oh, there he is.

Crash helmets on,

brace for impact.

She stole my client.
No, I pitched

to Blake Ellison.
Violating the firm's

strict no-poaching
policy.

Tranquil Pines was
Larry's client.

Larry had a heart attack.
May he rest in peace,

but his clients
are up for grabs.

JULIAN: I worked on multiple
Tranquil Pines actions.

Blake came here to meet with me.

Exactly, and he still chose me.

This sets a bad precedent.

Agreed.
We don't overrule clients.

Let's not start now.

If Blake Ellison wants Olympia,
not much I can do.

(scoffs) You're late, Billy.

I've got the timeline prepared
and all laid out and-

What is that?

It's my cool new belt.

And what is that smell?

It's cologne.
It's me. Calm down.

I can't. I'm a super smeller,
and my eyes are tearing up.

Well, then breathe out
of your mouth, okay?

Because I'm in
my post-Claudia glow-up.

I need to rip off the Band-Aid
and date again.

So I'm not on one
but three dating apps.

Well, if you find a woman
who likes that belt, marry her.

Ha.
Seriously.

And at least your cologne will
mask the smell of old people.

I hate nursing homes.

Okay, let's see the timeline.

Cute belt.

Here we go.

Walter felt fluish
Wednesday afternoon.

The staff offered
to call his doctor.

He refused and said
it was just a cold.

By Friday, he was lethargic
with a fever, turned in early.

The staff made a doctor's
appointment for Saturday,

but he died that night.

The nurses made
standard check-ins-

10:00 p.m., 4:00 a.m.-

and then found him
dead from a stroke

when she went in the next
morning at 10:00 a.m.

Family's arguing that if they
checked more frequently,

he'd still be alive,
due to the crucial

three-hour window you get
with stroke victims.

Help during that time,
you live.

If not, you... Walter.

Check-ins go from every
six hours to every four hours

if the fever is over 102.

Walter's hovered
between 100 and 101.5,

so technically...

Who cares? A jury's gonna
side with the family

over a fraction of a degree.

Agreed. New strategy?

Well, uh...
MATTY: Ooh-wee!

We got ourselves
a rebel here.

All right, let's hear
whatever you're thinking.

Well, I'm not
thinking anything.

I'm learning about Walter.

Secret poker nights.

Caught with illicit Viagra.

Oh.

Maybe I am thinking
about something.

Walter was on nitrates.

And everybody knows

nitrates plus that
little blue pill equals stroke.

Uh, well, everybody in the AARP.

So blame Walter
for his own death?

BILLY:
I believe the legal term is

"contributory negligence."

Ugh. Ugly way to go.

Well, who cares?

Look, I'm just
gonna say it.

Everyone in the
office heard about

the whole partner race
with you and Julian,

so this is
no time for morals.

You got to win,
because I have student debt.

And, um, uh, an immense amount
of respect for you.

Okay.

So, if we can prove

Walter took Viagra
the night he died,

he could've been responsible
for his own stroke.

I'll start settlement talks,
just to hold the family off,

and you three head down

to the nursing home
and talk to the staff.

Try to find someone
to rat Walter out.

They could lose their jobs.

Ugh. Good point.

Although... residents
are more likely

to talk to us about
his sex life.

Are you suggesting that
I should try to blend in

because of my age?

Because that'd be offensive
to my sensibilities.

I'm just kidding.

If Walter had
a sweetie,

I'll smoke that bitch out.
(chuckles)

SARAH: All right,
let's make this quick.

Not really
an "old people" person.

You don't say.

Billy will deal
with the front desk.

If anyone asks,

you're my grandmother.

Is that another Gen Z way
of trolling me?

I mean, you and I don't exactly
swim in the same gene pool.

And yet you look exactly
like my grandmother.

I'm adopted.

And here is
the answer

to your next five questions.

I was adopted
when I was six months old.

Yes, my adopted parents
are white.

No, I do not speak Chinese.

No, I've never been back.

And no, I have never looked
for my birth parents.

? ?

SARAH: Me and my grandma
are just gonna look around.

That's Walter.

Hi. I'm Gladys.

You new?
Well, not yet,

but I'm thinking about
moving in, Gladys.

My name is Matty, and this
is my granddaughter Sarah.

Adopted.
Oh.

So, my old granny here keeps
asking about the social scene.

Anything you can tell us
about that?

Oh, I can do you
one better.

You want to meet
some of the girls?

And here are my Shayna Maidels
of the Garden Girls Club.

Ah, they are beautiful girls.

You speak Yiddish?

Three phrases.

And now I'm gonna sit
on my tuchus

so we can kibitz.

(laughter)
And I'm out.

Nice slacks. Ann Taylor?

Good eye.

Outlet version.

Problem with outlets
is you miss out

on the mail-order
delivery guys,

and they are so
cute these days.

I'm glad you said it, not me.

Oh.
(laughter)

So, uh, what's the social scene
around here, ladies?

'Cause if these years
are gonna be golden,

then I'm gonna be grinding.

(laughter, oohing)

Well, I can confirm-

there's action to be had.

CHICKIE:
That's Howard Roth, ex-philosophy professor.

His legs don't work so well,

but his tongue...

EDITH: Oh, Chickie.
(laughter)

What she's trying to say

is he's a generous lover.
Mm-hmm.

You just don't want him
prattling on about Nietzsche,

or you'll never get Foucault'd.

(laughter)

And you all know this
about Howard?

GLADYS:
We've got to share.

I mean, the numbers
just don't add up.

There's six gals to every
old buck around here.

Yeah.

I saw you recently lost one.

I was looking
at the memorial for... Walter?

Yeah.
Great guy.

Strong hands.
(others murmuring in agreement)

The problem was Lucille.

She begged to be part
of our Garden Girls Club.

EDITH:
Seemed like GGC material.

Attractive, funny,
played a decent hand of bridge.

But as soon as she started
seeing Walter, she ditched us.

Despite the golden rule,

which we made very clear.
Oh, yes.

And what's the golden rule?

ALL:
Garden hoes before bros.

(laughter)

Um...

I'm on a bit
of a self-guided tour,

and I got lost.

Front desk is down that way.

Thank you.

You really have a nice room.

Take a look.

You know, basic studio.

MATTY:
Good layout.

Nice little patio.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, look at that.

You got Janis Joplin?

(chuckles)
Live at Woodstock.

That festival
changed my life.

I was gonna
become a nun,

and then, I did not.
(laughs)

Were you there?

The real question is:

was I having sex
in the river with a boy

who thought
he'd turned into a sunbeam?

(laughs)
Me, too.

Different details,
same lifetime.

This is me.

Look at you.

I know it sounds kind of
crazy, but I feel exactly

like that 19-year-old sometimes.

I know exactly
what you mean.

Sometimes I look in the mirror,
and I feel like somebody

put me
in an old lady costume.

Exactly.

Is that your husband?

Uh, no.

No, I kissed a few frogs.

Divorced a couple.

And then I found Walter.

We weren't married, but he
was the love of my life.

We found each other
in the end.

"Was"?
Yeah, he fell.

He shattered his hip
and his femur.

It's crazy how fast
he went downhill after.

Then he got a cold and, uh,

two days later, he was gone.

I'm sorry.

Were you with him
when he passed?

No.

We went to the movie matinee
together.

Uh, I'm in charge
of programming.

Mm.
And then we had,

uh, tea out on the balcony.

Did that every night.

Then ate dinner.

He said he wasn't
feeling well.

So I, uh...

I came back here.

And then, when I woke up
in the morning,

he was...

And now I'm alone.

That's so fast.

Sick on a Wednesday,
gone on Friday.

How did you know
he got sick on Wednesday?

I never said that.

Uh...

I'm a lawyer
for-for Tranquil Pines... (groans)

...and we're trying
to get to the bottom

of what happened to-to Walter.

Mm-hmm, well,
you can see yourself out.

MATTY:
Bad news.

No evidence Walter took anything

that would've caused a stroke.

He went to bed after dinner,

didn't see his girlfriend.

Damn it.
SARAH: Wait, there's more bad news.

Yep. I did
a whole perjury speech.

Pulled out some cop language.

Floor nurse came clean.

She never did
the 4:00 a.m. check-in

on Walter the night he died.

OLYMPIA:
No Viagra means

our contributory
negligence defense

just went down the tubes.

And no 4:00 a.m. check-in

means our liability-

Just went through the roof.

Come on, guys.

There has to be a way

to neutralize these bad facts.

Do we have to tell
the other side?

Of course
we have to disclose it.

We've turned over discovery
that we now know

is fraudulent.
BILLY: Okay, what if we can make it...

irrelevant?

MATTY:
Heck yeah.

How so, kiddo?

Lean into the gray area
surrounding time of death.

It's not an exact science,
so if we can get an expert

to credibly say that
Walter died before 4:00 a.m.,

then it wouldn't matter
if they did the check-in or not.

That's really smart, Billy.

Okay, I'll get us
the expert witness.

You guys research everything
you can about time of death.

Okay.

(exhales)

Any retaliation from Julian?

No, not yet, but it's coming.

He hits you,
you hit him right back.

But let's just hope
it doesn't come to that.

ASSISTANT (over intercom):
Matty, somebody's here for you.

What kind of glass cleaner
do y'all use?

I can't see
a single streak.

No one's ever asked.

Well, it's got to be Sprayaway.

That's exactly right.

Fine skill
you got there.

Would it work
on my perfume?

If you were wearing
perfume, but you got

eau de toilette,
with lovely notes of lilac.

(chuckles)

I-I-I...

um, um, have

to finish gathering
these signatures

for a partner's widow.

I got some holdouts
to chase down.

And I don't mind
watching you go.

(laughing)

Autry.
What on earth?

I need your help, Matlock.

What's going on?

Well, the co-op
is trying to evict me.

Some bull-hooey

about me blasting
the TV late at night.

And it's a flat-out lie.

Any chance you left it on
here or there

after you took
your hearing aids out?

Oh, no, I got a routine.
Mm-hmm.

Any theory as to why
they want to evict you?

My neighbor.

About six months ago,
he come over here,

and wants me to sell
my unit to him.

And he's on the co-op board.

Mm-mm. And when is the vote?

Tomorrow.

Hey, I wanted to ask you-

No need. Your ex just left,
asking me the same thing.

And I'm gonna tell you
what I told him.

Yes, I'm on
the partner board, and no,

my personal feelings
towards either of you

will not affect my vote.

Because I'm not petty like that.
Elijah-

And frankly, I don't appreciate
the implication that I would be

anything
other than professional. Understood.

I actually was coming to ask you

for the expert witness
you used on the Underwood case.

Uh, let me make some calls
and see what I can do.

And sorry.

BILLY:
There are a lot of factors

that go
into time of death.

We need to simplify it
for the jury.

Smart thinking from
my buckle buddy.

Uh, I-I don't think
that's a, that's a thing.

Hey, I'm just saying,

it's a lady-killer.

Oh, my God.
(laughs)

Are all your HOA
membership dues paid?

Like clockwork.
SARAH: Okay, here's something.

Your co-op board violated
their own regulations.

Their last notice was
delivered less than a week

after the prior one and
their rules clearly state

there must be two
weeks between notices.

So I get to stay?
SARAH: No.

You get to delay, and delay
is your friend right now.

I once saw a documentary
on the honey badger.

Definitely got
honey badger DNA.

SARAH:
Take your bylaws back to the board.

They'll be forced to reissue
another warning.

Great, that will give us
two weeks to come up

with a way to help you
stay in your apartment.

Okay.

Why don't I walk you out?

Oh, I get it.

It's time for her to feed.

(laughs)

There you are, Matty.

Been looking for you.

Here, sign this.

For Larry's widow.
Oh, okay.

Hey, Mr. Sprayaway.

Fancy bumping
into you again.

Hey, Ms. Eau De Toilette.

You know, I served
in the Marines.

BELVIN: I love
a man in uniform.

I thought I was bad.

I'll ride down
with you, Autry.

(elevator bell dings)

I thought of something else
to say to Larry's widow.

Don't overthink it.

I want to be thoughtful.

She's not gonna read it anyway.

I can write it on the way down.

Or not. Wait!

Oh.

EDWIN:
So I listened to the whole day. It all started

with Julian signing
a bereavement card

for some guy
named Larry?

Oh, bad heart,
worse temper.

Oh.
So...

Mrs. Belvin took the pen
from Julian's office.

Right, and then
it made its way

around the
litigation floor.

I'll try to get it.

No, you don't have to.

But what if somebody realizes
it's a recording device?

They won't.

It looks just
like a regular pen.

That's why we bought it.

Just let that go.

All right?

What?

I don't want to get older.

We are older.

You know what I mean.

And Alfie's so young, I mean,
what if something happens to us?

We're in good health.

We take great care.

No more ice cream.

What?
We have to stay healthy

at least
for the next 40 years.

Just kale from now on.

(laughs)
No, I'm serious.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Look over there.
What?

Oh, come on, Edwin!
(laughs)

When it comes to determining
the time of death,

the most accurate factors
are rigor mortis,

algor mortis,
livor mortis.

Let's start
with rigor mortis.

Stiffening of the body muscles.

Walter's degree of advancement
indicates

he'd been dead
since around 1:30 a.m.

OLYMPIA:
Which means even if my client's staff

had checked on Walter
at 4:00 a.m.,

it would not have mattered.
Correct.

Walter Higgins died at 4:30 a.m.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

But that means the
4:00 a.m. check-in-

the one Tranquil Pines failed
to do- would've been crucial.

I believe it could've
saved his life. Oh, my!

But what about his
degree of rigor mortis?

MEDICAL EXPERT: Well, Walter was
elderly, so he had low muscle mass.

Also, he had been sick.

Both factors accelerate
the rate of stiffening.

Tell me about algor mortis, the
cooling of the body after death.

The Glaister Equation is
our industry standard.

The formula supports
my 4:30 a.m. time of death.

Numbers don't lie.

But they can be influenced,

is that what you're saying?

Walter liked to keep his room
at a balmy 78 degrees

and wore warm clothing to bed,

which artificially slows
the rate of cooling.

Hmm.

Finally...

livor mortis.
What is it?

The pooling of the blood in
the lower portion of the body.

Walter barely had any.

Which means he died at 4:30.

His medical-grade bed
was designed

to automatically tilt
as he slept,

thereby affecting
his circulation,

supporting 1:30.

No way.
The bed could've flipped him

like a pancake
and he still would've had more

if he had died as early
as the defense claims.

SARAH:
Started off so good.

Ended so bad.

Sort of like my
date last night.

(exhales)

I'm back with news.

You got the two weeks?

I did, but then, uh...

Let me guess, you created
an even bigger problem?

I guess my victory dance
offended the snowflakes.

They evicted me
right on the spot.

BILLY:
Ugh, my man, that's awful.

And possibly illegal,

if they didn't give it to you
in writing. Did they?

What do you think
that F-16 Falcon is?

(chuckles)
It is a Falcon. Nice.

Okay, guys, come on, team,
what's our next move?

Oh, Autry, I think-
Uh...

Come on, guys.
I got nowhere to go.

And I don't want
to end up in a...

in a place like
this hellhole.

It's not that bad.

It's depressing, it's dirty,
it's broke down.

The tenants are even disabling
their own door sensors

so they can jump
off the balcony.

What do you mean, disabling?

You see this black
tape right here?

Somebody deliberately put that
there to jam the circuits.

Are you sure?

Does a honey badger
stun its prey

with its potent
anal glands?

Hell yes, I'm sure.

I was a member of the
425 Electrician's Union

for 46 years.

Okay, but why would Walter

tamper with
his own door sensor?

So we think he did it-
He probably wanted-

Uh, sneak across
the balcony after curfew

to Lucille's room
for some nookie.

Which means he would've
popped a little blue pill.

Which means he is responsible
for his own death.

SARAH: Exactly.
And since Autry helped,

we thought we could
represent him in housing court.

Olympia's tied up,

she needs you, and
we need experience.

Sounds great.

Great. Uh, can you text Olympia?

She trusts you.

And ask her who
gets to argue it.

(typing)

(text whooshes)

(phone chimes)

She said I get to choose.
If I may start the pitch by saying-

Well, you know, Matty,
I was actually thinking-

First, we need to get back
to Tranquil Pines,

follow up on those sensors,
one of you will come with me,

and the other one will make sure

Lucille stays
in that movie matinee.

SARAH:
I just- I love it here.

There's so much...

wisdom among
the very, very old.

That's a little
heavy-handed, darling.

Problem is,
Autry doesn't like you.

That's not true.

He called me a honey badger.
That sounds sweet.

Sweet? Oh, no.
Y-You better look 'em up.

Whatever. I don't have
to be likable

to be the best at my job.

Far be it from me
to be the woman to say,

"You should smile more,"

but you do have
to be able to connect

with your client
a little bit.

GLADYS:
Louis?

Gladys.

Uh...

It's- It's Matty.
We met yesterday?

Who?

Where's my husband?

Have you seen Louis?
Where is he?

You don't know
where he is?

(whispers):
Dementia.

Do you know where he is?

No, I don't.
I-I'm sorry.

You're lying to me.

You're lying.

I'm not, I-

Where did you take him?

I-I don't know, I'm-
Louis?

I'm sorry.
Yes, you do.

You do know, you must.

Hey, I can help you
find him.

You can?

Yeah.

Right this way,
come with me.

? I go a-walkin' ?

? After midnight ?

? Out in the moonlight ?

? Just like we used to do ?

? I'm always walkin' ?

? After midnight ?

? Searching for you. ?

? ?

(sighs)

Gotcha.

(text whooshes)

(sniffs)

Did you get the pictures?

Yeah, sensor's been taped,
Lucille's got Walter's ring.

Time to get your shovel.

Okay, the judge agreed
to exhume Walter.

Digging up dead bodies,

the faint whiff
of adult diapers...

Not gonna lie, might be my least
favorite day at work so far.

Who did you know with dementia?

My grandma.

A real classic
Midwestern queen,

who would kill you with kindness
and a casserole.

Unless you questioned
if we were related.

Then, she was ready to cut you
with her knitting needles.

(chuckles) Sounds like
a real cool lady.

Actually, notoriously uncool.
But awesome.

And then I...

(sighs)

I came back from college
and she...

She didn't recognize me.

I told her
I was her granddaughter,

and she screamed,

"Get this Chinese girl
out of my room."

I'm so very sorry.
Yeah.

I just stopped introducing
myself as her granddaughter,

and then I was able
to spend time with her.

And when she was disoriented...

I sang.

You know, if you showed that
kind of compassion to Autry,

you'd crush that housing case.

Does this mean
what I think it does?

I got it?

Yeah.

(laughs)
Yes.

I can't imagine it, Edwin.

I mean, out of nowhere,

I don't recognize Alfie?

That's a very scary thought,
and it's not happening.

But it could.

And no amount of
kale can stop it.

Even if you massage it.

Well, there would be
warning signs.

A-And worst-case scenario:
we have a plan.

My niece has a big family,
lots of kids.

But they're sports kids.

Alfie's not a sports kid.

(door rattles)
Alfie?

It's a little late for
screens, sweetheart.

I was going to check
the pen transcript before bed.

Oh. There was a snafu at the
office and it's in the wind.

But don't worry.

But what if someone figures out
it's a recording device?

I paid cash.

Yeah, but
I had to

connect it to an email address.

Which could eventually
be traced to us. No one panic.

Ugh.

EDWIN:
Alfie, what's the last thing the pen recorded?

It was on
your floor, Matty.

OLYMPIA: I'm heading out
for the night, Mrs. Belvin.

Leave it here.

Do you know who that is?

I sure do.

EDWIN:
Hm.

When do we get the results
of the exhumation?

Couple hours.
We're lined up?

SARAH:
Yup, motion's done. Results in our favor,

we move to dismiss.

And while we wait,
we prep Autry.

OLYMPIA:
Nice.

Are you blacked out
from your cologne?

That pen is a recording device.

Well, was
a recording device.

See that teeny, tiny
black dot on top?

That's the microphone.

My sister uses one when
taking witness statements.

OLYMPIA:
Do you think it's case-related?

BILLY:
I could take it to security.

Let's all just take a beat.

I haven't exactly been doing
the kind of high-profile cases

that would merit espionage.

Yeah. That's what
I was thinking.

But then I thought...

But no, it can't be.

Julian?

The partner race.

The divorce.
But come on.

Julian would never.

He recorded me once.

During a fight,
I caught him.

Said he wanted me
to hear my tone.

Oh, I don't like that.
Neither do I.

Let's see what he has to say
for himself.

No. Wait. It-
Just hold on now.

Slow down.

He's just going to deny it.

Ugh. You're right.

All right, I'll get
confirmation that it's him.

Then I'll decide what to do.

Ooh, I'll give it
to Billy.

He can use his cop connections.
See if it's traceable.

Good thinkin'.

OLYMPIA: Billy.
BILLY: Yeah?

? ?

The goal is to prove
that it would be

an "extreme hardship"
for you to move.

Let me guess, because I'm old?

When a honey badger finds itself
in a lion's jaws,

it squirms around
in its weird, loose skin

until the lion is left
with a mouthful of blubber.

We got to use what we got.

And in your case,
that means a very impressive

number of years on this planet.

Now, let's
go over reasons

why moving would
create real hardship.

Well, for starters, I have
a real hard time with change.

Could you give an example?
My clicker.

I lost it months ago.

I could buy another new TV,
but...

too much change.

Um, I was actually thinking more
like how hard it would be

to find a comparable apartment
for the same price.

Another problem
with my TV,

it turns itself on
whenever it damn well pleases.

(chuckles thinly)

I'm gonna need more backup.

Please tell me that you
Shepardized the case law

on extreme
hardships.

Totally, but I left it
at my desk.

Thank you.

Hey.

Matty?

(gasps) Oh.

I thought you were, uh,
interviewing Autry with Sarah.

Just needed to grab
some research. Um...

Why are you
going through my desk?

Well, I just wanted to see
what the view was like

behind the desk of a young man
about to argue his first case.

Wait, what?

Ta-da.
(laughs)

Congratulations.

Actually, I was just
looking for a Post-It.

I was gonna slip into the
meeting to let you know.

But here you are.

Matty, I-I thought
you gave the case to Sarah.

Well, you know,
I just kept waking up

in the middle of the night
with an uneasy feeling.

That usually means
I've had day-old gumbo

or made a bad decision.

Autry likes you more.

I think the judge will, too.

Are there things you currently
rely on in your apartment?

Is it close to relatives
that can look in on you?

Uh, my
granddaughter.

We talk every
Tuesday night.

Have you seen
your texts?

That's so sweet.

Little busy here.
Do you mind taking notes?

She told me
she's moving to Queens.

I really think
you should

take a peek
at those texts.

You got one
from Matty.

SARAH:
Sorry, Autry.

BILLY:
Yeah, so, um,

actually, maybe,

you can
take the notes?

(over headphones):
? That love the Lord

? And I thought
they were singing to me ?

? Something hit me ?

? A bolt of lightning... ?

Hey, boss,
we're due in court

in less than an hour.

? One more... ?

Are you all right?

Just comfort music.

And we're seeking
comfort because...

No male sex-enhancement drug of
any kind in Walter's system.

Just

dug someone's dad up
for no reason.

Okay, so we got this one wrong.

This one?

How about, uh, Julian?

Elijah, Shae,

my marriage, my judgment?

You ever just feel
the walls closing in?

Every day.

Maybe I should just call it.

Yeah, hand the partner race
over to Julian.

Sweet girl...

I'm going to give
you some advice

my mother gave me:

Snap the hell
out of it.

Life isn't fair or easy.

It's a long,
uphill marathon in the rain,

and we're expected
to run it in high heels.

But trust me,

when you get close
to the finish line,

you look back

and you realize
what a privilege it was.

This is nothing.

It's just a... a leg cramp.

Keep running.

What if I lose?

You start over. Big whoop.

At least you got
your cartilage in your knees

and your boobs above
your belly button.

(laughs)

And what if
you win?

That's just as likely,
and for my money,

I bet you'll still be here
for the next 40 years,

probably running the place.

If I am still here in 40 years,

promise me

that you will spike
my coffee with something

stronger than Red Bull.

Well, I'll be long gone, girl.

You'll have to get Sarah
or Billy to do that.

Slowly, so they don't
end up in jail.

(chuckling):
Yeah.

Oh, I know that face.

What are you thinking?

That it wasn't Viagra.

But it was Lucille.

? ?

OLYMPIA:
Hello, Ms. Morris.

This is the toxicology report

performed on Walter Higgins.

It's already been
entered into evidence.

Could you kindly
read the section there

highlighted on page five?

LUCILLE:
"Elevated levels

"of arsenic detected

in decedent's
tissue."

OLYMPIA:
Thank you.

Lucille, would you
be surprised if I told you

the true cause of Walter's death
was arsenic poisoning?

Objection. Everyone has varying
levels of arsenic in their body.

Well, that's just not true.

Not everyone has a place to go,

especially when you're
almost 90 years old.

Additionally, my client
has medical conditions

that require
different specialists.

There are plenty
of fine doctors

in the
tri-state area

who Mr. Tucker
could see

once he settles
into a new place.

Shut the front door, Alan!

LAWYER:
New York is also

well-known
for its cheap

and convenient
public transportation system,

should he prefer
to remain with his doctors.

This is true.

BILLY:
It would place an undue burden

on him to travel, Your Honor.

If Mr. Tucker is
so desperate to stay local,

he could just move in with
his granddaughter in Queens.

Your Honor, could I consult
with my client?

Yes, I was in the
gardening club.

And why did you join?

To meet other people.

But I left because

I wanted to spend
more time with Walter.

We weren't getting any younger.

So you
didn't join

to get to the rat poison?

Objection. Relevance?
JUDGE: Overruled.

OLYMPIA:
You two had tea on your balcony

every night.

You never missed it, correct?

Is it a crime to drink tea?

No, but it is a crime
to microdose it

with arsenic
from rat poison

so it only
registers

in trace amounts
on toxicology reports.

Objection. Prejudicial.
Where's the question?

OLYMPIA:
Did you intentionally

disable the sensor
to your patio door

so you could enter
Walter's room undetected?

(scoffs)

We may have done a few things

to avoid gossip.

So sue me.

I don't want
to sue you, Lucille.

But I can't have
my client sued either,

which is why I need the truth.

Did you know
we found Walter's ring

in your room?

He wanted me to have it.

OLYMPIA:
Why?

Please.

Walter's children

and grandchildren

deserve the truth.

When did your granddaughter

tell you
she was moving to Queens?

This week.

Again, that was
on the phone? Yeah.

Did you share
this information

with anyone from
your co-op?

Opposing counsel,
for instance?

Oh, hell no.
I don't talk to those bozos.

Chapter 11 of the New York

Housing Code, which
was enacted in 1968,

first required
residential buildings

to be constructed
with insulation.

My client's building was built
20 years prior,

so the walls are very thin.

Did you crank up
the volume

to watch TV
at night, sir?

No, I'd fall asleep with it off,

but at some point,
I'd wake up and it's blaring,

so I'd have to get out of
my damn bed and turn it off.

Why not use
the remote?

It's been missing
for six months.

This is the distance
from the TV to your bed.

And this is to
your living room.

TV ANNOUNCER:
He's forcing a-

(TV turns off)

BILLY:
And this is to the hallway.

And this is to

your neighbor's living room!

TV ANNOUNCER:
...fast into the penalty box!

Just the keeper to beat-

A fantastic ball
through the midfield.

A stunning...
I think you've made your point,

Counselor!

(TV turns off)
The only way opposing counsel

could've known my client's
granddaughter moved to Queens

was if some neighbor

heard Mr. Tucker
through the thin walls.

I submit,
Your Honor,

that that neighbor
stole Mr. Tucker's remote

and used it to raise the volume
while he was sleeping

so he would get dinged
for noise complaints. And why?

Because that
same neighbor

wants to buy
Mr. Tucker's apartment.

These are bogus charges,
Your Honor.

Autry Tucker

has done
nothing wrong.

We didn't do anything wrong.

And I don't care
what the law says,

and neither
did Walter.

He was ready,

especially after he fell

and broke
his hip.

He hated it there
at the nursing home,

but he didn't
want to be

a burden to
his family.

You're saying you assisted
Walter in ending his own life?

LUCILLE:
I'm saying

that I went into Walter's room

to hold him...

...while he took
his last breath.

And I stayed
there for hours,

just holding him...

...until my arms ached...

and my heart broke.

It was almost
impossible

for me to
let him go.

(sniffles)

But I would do it
all over again.

(cheering, applause)

(chanting):
Billy! Billy!

You should have
seen him in there.

So much dip
on his chip.

OLYMPIA:
Congrats, Counselor.

First notch on your belt.

And it's
a hell of a belt.

What the hell
happened?

I know
you're upset-

Upset?

I had a full-on D.J. Tanner
Full House reboot

moment with you,
and you told me

that this
case was mine.

Why would you
take it away?

In the middle of the night,
I got to thinking.

Oh.
And, yes,

I saw compassion from you,

but that's how Billy
lives his whole life,

and I
just thought

he'd be better for Autry,

and, in the end, he was.

I'm sorry.

You will be.

Because you will regret

making an enemy out of me.

Need another expert witness?

No.

This time, I do want to talk
about the partner race.

Don't vote
for me.

In fact,
vote for anyone except me,

because I don't want to give
anyone a reason

to discredit my win.

And if you don't win?

Then I
start over.

I still got
cartilage in my knees.

(both chuckle)

I'm young,

the road is long.

Jobs come and go.

But friendships,

real ones, don't.

And if there's
any chance of us

working our way
back to friends...

...it starts right here.

EDWIN:
We have no idea who he is.

MATTY:
Because we decided not to look.

I'm just saying,
your niece, my sister,

they're not
our only options.

We could look
for Alfie's father.

Hon, it's
too risky.

Chances are, he's
also an addict.

We didn't
want to bring

that kind of chaos
into Alfie's life.

Because it would
make things harder for us.

But what about for Alfie?

Let's at least
think about it.

(phone rings)
Okay.

It's Olympia. Shh.

Olympia, hi.

Billy just texted me. The pen is

connected to a random email.

So we can't trace it
any further without a warrant.

OLYMPIA:
Mrs. Belvin, leave it here.

What if we use this
to our advantage?

Get a second pen
and switch it

so Olympia thinks
it's Julian.

That's crafty, Edwin.

You two thugs

are beginning
to rub off on me.

Matty?

You still think it's Julian?

OLYMPIA:
Gotta be.

I mean, we just started
negotiating

the divorce, he wants
the upper hand. Leverage.

So, what's your next move?

Besides beating him for partner?

I'm going to demand
forensic accounting.

Every lie he's ever told,

every penny he's hidden.

I'm gonna find 'em.

Sounds like we're going to war.

Like I said,
I'm in the sidecar...

...crash helmet on.

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