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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.

We could look for Alfie's father.

Ah, it's too risky.

Chances are, he's also an addict.

I thought you said
your husband was dead.

He is. What is your
interest in me, Shae?

Because I don't want the whole office

talking about my personal life,

and I'm sure you don't
want me talking about yours

right now, either.

Did you tell anyone
what happened with us?

I told Shae that I felt guilty

and she said you had
a thing with Elijah.

There was no affair.

You're comparing an actual something

to a theoretical nothing.

We just started
negotiating the divorce.

He hits you, you hit him right back.

We need Julian's financials.

Olympia said he got a chunk of money

to buy their brownstone
right about the time

those documents went missing.

I'm gonna demand forensic accounting.

Congrats, Counselor.
First notch on your belt.

You told me that this case was mine.

I'm sorry.

You will regret making
an enemy out of me.

My husband? He died.

But he was a lyin',
cheatin', squirrel huntin',

dog-breath loser.

That's very good...

if a little disturbing.

Next question.

Where were you born?

Naples, Florida.

Where the beer is warm
and the women are cold.

And where did you first practice law?

Just outside Savannah...

where the beer's cold
and the women are warm.

Okay, lean in, don't
break eye contact.

Uh, mouth loose, a little open.

I feel like a golden retriever.

You're the one who
asked me to study up

on body language methods.

Shae is good, and you
need to be better.

I am better.

Okay, eyes back here.

Hmm? I know she's pretty.

Oh, no, that's not why I was looking.

I-I was...

Okay, yeah, she's really pretty.

Yes, and according to her LinkedIn,

she was not qualified enough
to be poached by Senior

14 years ago.

So maybe her job was payment

for whatever she did on Wellbrexa.

And now that Shae is
done with her big trial,

she and I can bury the
hatchet and have a little chat

about our origin stories.

Ask me another question.

Have you thought any more
about looking for Alfie's father?

I think about it constantly.

And have you done anything about it?

I have no leads.

You're the one who got
the email from that guy

after Ellie's funeral.

And I don't want to open
that can of worms yet.

And I understand that.

So you're not going to look
for him behind my back?

Of course not.

Are you mad at me for asking?

- No.
- Ooh.

Hold the door, please.

- Oh. Uh, good morning.
- Oh, hey.

Um... Excuse...

Uh, sorry.

- Mm, is that a new suit?
- You going to the-the...

Okay. You go. Look...

Uh, yes, new suit.

Uh, fundraiser for the Met.

I'm told Rihanna might be there.

Oh, your hall pass.

Oh, you and I, we can't talk
about hall passes anymore.

- I'm sorry.
- Kidding.

Oh.

You going up to see Senior?

Uh, yeah. I got summoned.

I'm nervous, he's pissed at me.

No, Senior doesn't get pissed at you.

I went off on him at
the Christmas party

defending Julian, and it's
been a little icy since and...

Anyway, I don't need to be
talking to you about Julian.

Agreed.

Good luck with Senior.

So, I could use a favor.

Oil guy I used to represent...

- Ben Vogel...
- Mm-hmm.

Lost his marbles a couple years ago.

Now he's all into green initiatives

and saving the planet.

Sounds like a nutjob.

Right?

His latest passion is water scarcity.

Started this company named RainWeaver.

He shoots, uh, something into
the clouds to make it rain.

And Ben says this other
guy stole the recipe

for the, uh, the cloud shooty thing.

That the technical term?

Prove his trade secrets are stolen

and make us a bunch of money, will ya?

That it?

Because I also wanted to
talk about the holiday party.

I was out of line.

Oh. The timing seems convenient.

Since it's coming right when
you're trying to beat my son

in a partner race.

You don't mean convenient,
you mean transparent,

which it is.

Look, I want to win,

if I have the chance. Do I?

Good luck with RainWeaver.

I will report back.

Oh, uh, there is one more thing.

Shae's on the case.

Will that be a problem?

Of course not.

Matty, find me the best
jury consultant in the city

who specializes in
corporate malfeasance.

There are plenty of other people
who can do what Shae does.

Agreed.

But... I'm not feeling a
"but" right now, Matty.

Got it. No problem.

Okay. What's the but?

But I was gonna suggest
you bring Shae onto a case

this week anyway.
That fight with Julian

was public, and you have to
show it doesn't affect the work.

Rise above, all that hooey.

I don't want to rise above.
I want to find a sinkhole

and drop her into it.

That's the spirit.

Or a hellmouth. Send
her back to her people.

Any leads on hellmouths?
'Cause I'm fresh out.

Unfortunately, no.

You're right. I know you're right.

If we go to trial, I will suck it up,

bring my holy water
and deal with Shae.

Why don't you let me
interface with her,

so you don't have to.

What did I do before
you, Madeline Matlock?

Madeline Matlock will pay.

Mark my words.

She stole Autry's casefrom me.

And gave it to me, and I won it.

Have you seen my cologne?

Thankfully, no.

And she gave the case
to me first, Billy.

And then she snatched it
away with nary a thought

of the wreckage. Fie upon her, fie.

Fie? Fie.

When my anger is at a nine,
I listen to Victorian novels

to bring it back down to a seven.

What do you do when you're at a ten?

I burn it all down.

Well, take a deep
breath, she's coming.

Good morning.

Maybe for you, turncoat.

Sarah, I know you're angry with me,

but I'm hoping that you
and I can move forward.

As soon as you rewind
time and give me back

- the case I deserve.
- Which I won.

- Irrelevant.
- Uh, disagree.

Billy did a great job.

I believed he would, and
that's why I gave it to him.

I don't believe you.

And until you tell me the truth,

thou hath made a
sworn enemy out of me.

Let us each really
connect with each other.

We are all aligned in this moment.

On this planet.

In this present.

As we open our eyes

and embark on our
collective litigation,

let us remember why we're here.

The planet's in crisis.
We are the helpers.

Amen.

Amen. I like you already.

Now, listen up, just 'cause

I'm a peace-loving dude,
doesn't mean I don't want

to draw blood.

Stratusfy stole my tech.

Well, they stole Todd's tech.

You guys briefedon Todd?

Todd's my man.

Uh, he approached you after you

gave a lecture at Harvard.

Eight months later, he started
working for you at RainWeaver.

'Cause of Ben's mentorship.

Hey, who mentored who?
This guy's a genius.

People should be

following him around like
they did with Einstein.

How old are you?

Uh, 75. Want my weight, too?

No, I can estimate that.

And Ben meant your biological age,

not your chronological age.

Todd took me from 43 years old to 28.

Well, hello, Todd.

You want to grab a
drink later tonight?

- I don't drink. Alcohol's poison.
- Okay, Todd.

Let's do Matty's health
assessment later.

We have a bit of an uphill battle.

After 11 months of litigation,

you've yet to prove that Stratusfy

used your intellectual property.

Why are you so sure they did?

Because the founder
of Stratusfy is a hack

who's never had an independent
thought in his life.

Got it,

- but let's stick to facts.
- Facts?

He poached one of my
scientists, Marco.

Marco worked under Todd.

My team figured out how to get
silver iodide particle emissions

low enough for EPA approval.

Yeah, silver iodide is the chemical

we shoot into the
clouds to make it rain.

In high concentrations,

it's toxic, but Todd got our
levels down to 40.28 MPLs.

That's ten micrograms
under the EPA limit.

And yet, somehow, PlanetNow
is still camped out

in front of our labs protesting.

- The environmental activists? Why?
- Mm.

Ah, they've been hounding
me since my Exxon days.

Why the about-face? If
you don't mind my asking.

Uh...

You ever wake up and think,

"Whoa.

I have done so much of my life wrong"?

That's what happened when I had a kid.

Changed everything.

And that is why I'm going
open-source with this tech

to help people.

Try and do some good for the world.

Whereas Stratusfy is gonna
hold onto these patents

for as long as humanly possible

and try to make billions
off the water wars.

What is Stratusfy's
silver iodide output?

No idea.

Judge ruled it's outside
the scope of discovery.

If they used your formulation,

would their output be 40.28 also?

Yes, of course.

I think I know how to get it.

But it will involve your
good friends at PlanetNow.

Weren't you listening? Not my friends.

Great then.

Then it won't be hard to convince them

to sue Stratusfy and you.

This is malicious prosecution.

Ben Vogel is getting my client sued.

I wish I knew what Ms.
Moulton was talking about.

The "citizen suit"

that PlanetNow just
brought against Stratusfy,

which requires them to hand over

their environmental impact reports.

Clearly, Ben Vogel is behind it.

Except PlanetNow also
just sued RainWeaver.

So, what, Ben Vogel's suing himself?

Probably. In an end run around

this court's discovery ruling,

which is why Your
Honor needs to stop it.

Oh.

That's what this is about.

Stratusfy needs to keep their
silver iodide output secret

because if it's the same
number as RainWeaver's,

it proves they stole the tech.

That's not what this is about.

There's only one way
to find out. Judge?

Order them to release their number.

Ms. Moulton, you lose.

And the silver iodide output

for Stratusfy is...

39.17.

What?

I'm sorry, I know you guys

thought you were the only ones

who could get the output low enough.

Um, I've been
reading up... duplicative

spontaneous invention happens
more often than we think.

Two people coming up
with the exact same idea.

What's going on, guys?

That's the new number.

We hit 39.17 three weeks ago.

Wait, Marco left RainWeaver last year,

so he couldn't have
given it to Stratusfy.

Yeah, exactly, but somebody did.

Someone who still
works for my company.

Hmm...

A traitor in thine own house.

Fie.

Corporate espionage.
That doesn't happen every day.

Whoever leaked the formula
had to get it off the server.

Ben says it's a huge amount
of data, so presumably,

- it would've left some sort of trail.
- Digital forensics.

And we need to depose all
of RainWeaver's engineers

and sniff out the traitor, right?

That's why we have Shae.

Thanks for meeting us.

We're gonna need your expertise.

I'm happy to help. Truly.

Matty's going to run the deposition.

I'd love for you to observe.

Help us find our liar.

So, look,

I'm actually glad we
get this time together.

Why? Olympia hates
me, you're her lackey.

Ugh. I'm her friend.

Also an employee of this law firm,

just trying to get ahead.

You're pretty important here,

and I'd love us to start over.

Get to know each other a bit.

You couldn't find what you
wanted to know from my LinkedIn?

You know, my pro account lets me see

who looks at my page.

You spent a whopping
two and a half hours

clicking around on it yesterday.

What's your interest in me?

Same reason I read
Sara Blakely's memoir.

You know, she was
the founder of Spanx.

I love learning about
impressive women.

And then I thought,

"How does one become
a jury consultant?"

You didn't have them at your old firm?

Uh, what was it called?

Mr. Oliver Thumner, LLC.

About three of us worked for him.

I haven't seen those guys
in... I don't know... 20 years.

You know, I find people talk a lot

when they want me to lose focus.

I'm not losing focus.

Good.

We have a lot of work to do.

Please state your name for the record.

Uh, Darian. Darian Bettmer.

Please don't mind my colleague.

She can be a little
intense, but she means well.

If I had my druthers, we'd
be having our chat at IHOP

over their Rooty Tooty
Fresh 'N Fruity breakfast.

And what is it you do at RainWeaver?

I'm, um, one of the
four senior engineers.

...that developed
the chemical formulas

behind RainWeaver's
cloud seeding technology.

Wowee. And do you like your job?

Hells yeah, bruh.

Money is sick. Perks are dope.

And what about your
bosses? Are they dope?

It's Big Tech, so still a boys' club,

but as far as boys go, Ben is solid.

So you trust him?

Mm-hmm.

And does Ben trust you?

Look, he says he does, but...

Bruh, this company tracks
every move we make.

They can even tell if
we've been drinking.

Well, must be hard
to get any work done

with somebody always
looking over your shoulder

like you're a criminal,

waiting for you to slip up.

- Not if you've got nothing to hide.
- Uh...

Is that a question?

Here's the question,

did you divulge any
confidential trade secrets

to anyone while working at RainWeaver?

What? No.

No way.

I absolutely did not.

No freaking way.

We're not handing them over.

We have a right to
see all the accounts.

Not the family trust.

Then my client is flying blind.

She's getting a brownstone

she hasn't contributed
a single cent towards.

So where did that money come from?

All right, enough. This is
exactly what we don't want.

Don't speak on what I want.

Fine, Olympia. It's what I
don't want, okay? I'm done.

You can have everything you asked for.

The house, the furniture,

50% of all our accounts.

I just need it to be over.

They're trying to keep
you from seeing the trust.

Classic pig in a poke.

Whatever that is.

The stupid thing is, I
don't care about the money.

I care that he's lying.

But now my mind is going in
all these crazy directions.

Let me hear your theories.

The money to buy the brownstone.

What if he got it from...

I don't know, insider trading

or gambling or

something terrible, and
he's trying to tie me

to illegal money.

You think he'd do that?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm paranoid,

but then I think about that spy pen.

And if he can do that...

You got a Cindy Shapiro story?

Could use one right about now.

Uh, how 'bout a story about
her sister-in-law Gail?

- Ooh, lay it on me.
- Okay.

Gail Shapiro was married

- to Mort's philandering brother Arthur.
- Mm.

He kept a locked drawer
in his home office

the whole time they were married.

Gail never thought anything of it.

Until he started chasing tail?

Bingo.

Then she scoured that condo
until she found a key.

And guess what she
found in the drawer.

Pinky's dog tag.

Her beloved Yorkie who
she thought was snatched

by a coyote. And it turns out

Arthur backed over her with the Chevy

and never came clean.

- I hate Arthur.
- Same.

My point being,

when your gut tells you
something fishy's going on,

there's almost always
a four-day-old carp

lying around somewhere.

It just...

It feels so bad, you know?

Letting our divorce get this ugly.

Hey.

Heard Ben landed.

Let's do this.

So...

who looked up and to the left?

If only it were that easy.

No, detecting fallacies
is all about analyzing

the hardwired relationship
between the human limbic brain

and the nervous system.

So gestures need to line
up with words and emotions.

That's what I'm looking for.

So what'd you find?

In my opinion, all four of your
engineers are telling the truth.

And my team didn't find any
suspicious data movement.

No spikes or large downloads

from the cloud, which we'd see

if someone was transferring
that much information.

Unless there's another
way to get data out.

Uh, that much?

Not a chance.

Not unless...

What is it?

Uh, nothing.

I need to, uh...

I need to take a walk. Just...

get my bearings.

What just happened?

I think he just realized
who the mole is.

Todd is the only one smart enough

to store that much data in his head.

And the only one who could do it

without leaving a digital footprint.

I don't get it.

Betrayed by the guy he mentored?

Well, people betray
each other all the time.

Especially in the workplace.

Right, Matty?

What do you mean?

Uh, just that Matty is perceptive.

So let's look into Todd.

If he's as smart as Ben says,

then he'd never leave a trail.

Except for the one on his wrist.

Yes.

Those bracelets they all wear.

Todd would've had to meet someone

in person to avoid a data spike.

So if I can get RainWeaver

to hand over Todd's bracelet data,

we can see where he's been.

Good idea, Matty.

Oh, Divine Providence.

- Thy vengeance is sometimes delayed...
- Sarah.

Got a minute?

Yes!

Sorry.

Yes.

So I noticed some tension
between you and Matlock.

I'm sorry. I'll keep
things professional.

That's not why I'm asking.
I don't trust her.

Really?

Because ever since she started,

I've had a feeling that she is using

that infuriating little
"aw, shucks" routine

to hide the fact that she's a
highly skilled political monster

who's ready to claw out your
eyeballs and devour your brains.

I know it's a strong take.

I like it.

Let's talk some more.

Okay, this article is the
only thing I could find

on the law firm

of Oliver Thumner, LLC,

who Matty says she worked for.

I'm sure she lied on her résumé,

exaggerated her experience.

To get her ousted, we need proof.

Okay, I know why I want Matlock out.

Why do you?

Dishonest people are dangerous.

- Hmm.
- Mm.

What else did you find?

Nothing. And I've looked pretty hard.

Mm. Well, think about how
she stole your first case,

combine that with your raging
insecurities and look harder.

- She's coming.
- No.

Let's get in her head.

Okay, I'm obsessed with you.

- Oh.
- Oh.

You look crazy.

My client says that if you smile,

it automatically reduces your stress.

Mm. What's the stress?

You got a tough legal question.

I got a tough legal question.

So...

you have to convince
the RainWeaver board

to release the personal data
of their lead scientist.

- Without Todd knowing. Correct.
- Mm.

And I came to you because
you're the board whisperer.

Trying to distract me with flattery?

Did you call an emergency meeting?

7:00 p.m.

Thank you for agreeing to meet.

I know you're busy solving
the world's water crisis.

You need them to vote to overturn

their own privacy policy.

- It's a long shot.
- Risk-reward is in their favor.

They'll only focus on the risks.

What if Todd is not the leaker

and he learns we suspected him.

We rely on his mind.

Right, Ben? That's what you said.

Then I'll focus on
why it's not an issue.

You don't want to get
into a back-and-forth.

Any ideas, or just criticism?

Just pointing out that
these people have big egos.

The more you try to justify it,

the more they'll hate
what you have to say.

Well, they're gonna hate anything

they don't come up with themselves.

They have to think it's their idea.

I couldn't agree more.

In fact, I would like to
go over all the reasons

you should not agree to this
egregious privacy violation.

Wait, is that...?

Did you just do that
Inception thing on me?

Ah. Make me believe it was my idea?

We'll just proceed
without investigating Todd

and hope for the best.

Hold on. Let's discuss.

We don't want to tie our own hands.

Uh...

I win.

All in favor of
releasing employee data

without notification
as a special exemption?

Well, Todd definitely went

to a lot of juice bars.

Okay, this is weird.

Todd visited an actual
bar, McKittry's,

three times in one week.

But Todd thinks alcohol is poison.

Exactly. We should swing by
the bar as soon as it opens,

when it's not too busy.

Talk to the manager, see if
there are any security tapes.

Good thinking.

You're at the Queens apartment

because you think you were followed?

I don't know. There was
this man on the bus,

and he was staring.

And Shae and Sarah were
looking me up today.

What if they sent
somebody to follow me?

No one's following you.

You don't know that.

We're rooting out a
mole in this company

and Shae knows we
were on her LinkedIn.

And Sarah... Sarah came out
of the building to watch...

Okay, Matty, you've got to
slow down now and breathe.

I-I... I'm-I'm breathing.

Do you remember what
happened last time?

I don't want you to have
another anxiety attack.

I know, I know.

Okay, okay, then do it with me.

All right, in for four...

...and hold for four...

and release for four.

Okay, do it again.

- Madeline?
- I'm here.

I'm better.

Good.

Come home.

Not tonight.

Just in case.

Sorry.

You don't have to apologize.

Maybe I do.

I lied.

Have you been trying to
look for Alfie's father?

No, no, Edwin.

I would never.

About how hard it is
to manipulate Olympia.

I said it didn't bother me, but...

Just...

keep reminding yourself
why you're doing this.

Someone at Jacobson Moore

hid documents...

That could've saved
people like our daughter.

I don't want to get caught, Edwin.

We have to figure out a way
to get Shae off my back.

I just feel a little silly,

making a whole big to-do.

I can assure you,
you're not being silly.

"This is a safe space, we
take all concerns seriously,

"and Jacobson Moore does
not tolerate or condone

discrimination, harassment or abuse."

Well, I appreciate that.

I mean, we didn't
have an HR department

when I was first starting out...

so, uh, I'm a little nervous
using words like "harassment"

or "discrimination."

You know, I mean, it's just...

But...

I think we're talking both here.

Why don't you walk me
through what happened

with Shae Banfield?

I'd like to but...

She has a whole lot of power.

And we have a strict anti-
retaliation policy, I promise.

God.

Hi. Have you seen Sarah?

Nope. And believe me, I'd know,

because I'd feel the
hatred of a thousand suns

burning a hole through my skull.

We were supposed to go to the bar

and try to get security
footage of Todd.

Okay, Matty, you're my witness.

Let the record show,

at approximately 10:45
Eastern Standard Time,

I was in this office, waiting for her.

She better not get mad at me.

I am so pissed.

Matlock filed an HR
complaint against me.

I just got a warning.

A preemptive attack.

Fear hath gripped her heart.

Stop talking like
that. It's off-putting.

- And a little unhinged.
- Okay, sorry.

But she should be scared
because look what I just found.

A new lead.

- Ooh.
- Mm-hmm.

Guess I'm going to Georgia.

What do you mean you figured
out who Todd met with?

I went to the bar,

told the manager that
my wallet was stolen,

and he let me take a screenshot
off the security footage.

Why did you leave me behind?

Leave you behind?

I looked... You know what, never mind.

I left because you've been so obsessed

with figuring out why Matty
took Autry's case from you,

because it's so inconceivable to you

that she could think
I'm a good lawyer, too.

No, it's inconceivable
that she would think

you're a better lawyer
than me, because you're not

and everyone knows it.

You know what? I'm over it, Sarah.

- And you.
- Wh...

Billy.

Boss, I got something you should see.

Do you know the man
Todd is talking to?

Marco Blake.

The ex-RainWeaver employee
I thought was involved.

I guess I was right.

Along with my mentee.

I'm sorry.

It must be hard to see this.

Uh, yes, very hard.

But now that we know the truth,

we can put this to
bed in court tomorrow.

Ben is lying.

What?

Well, I might not
be a human lie detector

but I spent all afternoon with one.

Mouth closed tight.

Gestures don't match emotion.

I'm telling you, that man's lying.

Yeah, look. After each meeting
Todd had at the bar with Marco,

he would go here.

So did Ben.

And we didn't catch it before

because we were only looking

at individual employee's movements.

Yeah. Instead of
cross-referencing them.

So Ben and Todd are
meeting up after. But why?

Do we have Todd's
employment agreement?

Uh...

Hi there.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Thank you so much for agreeing
to talk to me about Matty.

Todd Paxton,

important to you...

both professionally and personally?

The beating heart of the company.

You referred to
him as your close friend.

Your mentee?

- We mentored each other.
- Understood.

So it surprised you when you learned

that he was the one
leaking trade secrets

to Marco Blake, your former employee

who now works at Stratusfy.

Surprised is an understatement.

- I trusted him.
- You trusted him.

And there's no way that
you were in the know

about those meetings?

I'm sorry?

Oh, in the know.

Conscious. Aware of.

Aware of the meetings

where my technology was being stolen?

This is the tracking information
from your own bracelet.

We received it when we got Todd's.

Could you please take a look?

As you can see,

each time Todd met Marco at that bar,

right afterwards he'd
go and meet with you,

at a coffee shop, Mother Gaia's
Vegan Coffee House, to be exact.

Great chaga.

I want to believe you,

but it sort of looks like Todd
was reporting back to you

about how it was going with
Marco, over chagaccinos.

Why would I? That doesn't...

Todd gets a pretty big

golden parachute if
he leaves RainWeaver,

doesn't he?

Even if he gets fired.

$15 million, free and clear.

He is... a valuable employee.

Agreed.

I'd say that he's an
invaluable employee

for conspiring with you

to give RainWeaver's
tech to Stratusfy.

- No, no, we didn't. We...
- So that you

can sue Stratusfy,

bankrupt your only major
competition, dominate

the emerging market.

This is ridiculous! She...

Can she even do this?

Not that way, no.

Though it is my fantasy
to drag your ass to court

and expose you on the stand, or

I suppose I could go behind
your back, like you did to me.

Slip the Department of
Commerce an anonymous note

about how you were part of
leaking your own trade secrets.

Oh, I am sure they would love
to see you pay your dues.

But as my lawyer, you
can't do that, right?

The action is over.

Todd confessed, Stratusfy is folding.

And my loyalty is to you, my client.

A little bit of bad for
a whole lot of good.

I'll share that tech with
the people who need it.

I'll take your word for it.

I do not appreciate being lied to,

and I highly recommend you think
twice before doing it again.

I understand.

But you're representing
me on my next action.

Hmm.

And I get sued a lot.

Don't ever lose her.

Put on some damn shoes, will ya?

Nice work.

Getting him to come clean like that.

Sure was.

And now I'm going back to cases

that I can respect in
the morning's light.

I hope I can count on
your vote for partner?

Over my son?

A little bit of bad for
a whole lot of good.

I made up my mind.

I'm not taking your offer.

Wow.

Just to spite me.

No, because I don't trust you.

During our entire marriage,

I never asked a question
about our finances.

I just let you take the lead.

I didn't want to make
things feel uncomfortable,

or God forbid, look
like a gold digger.

But I am done.

I don't like the way
you've been moving.

And secrets need to come to the light.

So you want to go to war?

Of course not.

But I will.

The ends justify the means?

- Hmm.
- For Ben,

your divorce.

Think less of me?

Not at all.

I needed to hear that
myself right about now.

What's going on?

Sarah's just so mad at me.

Uh, I noticed.

But don't worry.
I'll help smooth it over.

Well, you're sponsoring
personality transplants now?

We have to figure out

a way to get Shae off my back.

I'll have Alfie put out a new lead.

Guess I'm going to Georgia.

Finally, a colleague.

Let's find out

if anything on that résumé is true.

Gestures have to match words.

No sweating, no blinking.

We'll meet outside,

I'll sweat anyway, and
I'll wear sunglasses.

Thank you so much for agreeing
to talk to me about Matty.

I am always happy to talk
about Madeline Matlock.

One of the best lawyers I knew.

And I'm not at all surprised
that she is having a second act.

Shae?

Did you go see a colleague of mine

from 30 years ago in Georgia?

I mean, what, are you stalking me now?

I-I... I thought...

I don't care what you thought.

That's harassment, plain and simple.

And lady, I'm gonna file
another complaint against you,

and that'll automatically
trigger an investigation.

Matty... I am sorry.

I made a mistake.

Yeah. You sure did.

Oh, you're kidding me?

- You took my cologne?
- Yes.

And I'm sure that the
entire floor was grateful.

But I am returning it
now... as a peace offering.

Okay.

You were right.

I've been blaming Matty,
and the truth is...

...you deserve the case.

I'm really sorry.

Billy.

No. Come on!

Are we okay?

No, Sarah, we're not.

You crossed a line,

and I'm tired of always trying
to make things right with you.

I can do this job on my
own, and I'm going to.

You wanted to see me?

Y-Yeah. Look, I need you to let go

of whatever bizarre beef you
have with Matty. Understood?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Totally.

I am fine.

What's going on, Sarah?

Nothing. I...

I just realized that I'm not
as good as I thought I was.

And because I couldn't face that,

I blamed an old lady,
I alienated my friend,

I messed up at work,
and now I started crying

in front of the one
person that I most admire.

- It's okay, Sarah.
- It's not okay.

This is not okay.

It is, and you're going to be okay

because you have so much potential.

But you get in your own
way because you're too busy

competing and not collaborating.

I had to learn the same lesson
when I started working here.

Really?

Really.

Will you be my mentor?

- I'm sorry. What now?
- You know, like...

Like Todd and Ben, but without
the weird corporate espionage.

Please. Olympia, I have admired you

- for so long, I just...
- Excuse me.

I just know there is so much
that I could learn from you.

Okay.

Yes! Yes. Okay.

I promise you will not regret this.

- Should we link calendars?
- Oh.

Talk mentor-mentee
gift-giving guidelines?

Uh, I actually have to be somewhere.

Well, I'd be happy to come along.

Take notes, network.

- Let's start tomorrow, hmm?
- Perfect. What time?

Ugh.

Rematch.

Oh.

Oh!

I'm sorry. I did not
see you sitting there.

Catch me after your meeting?

Uh, dinner,

actually.

Oh. Of course.

You guys sure you don't
want to play this, hmm?

No. I mean, uh,

have fun.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Uh, bye.

Knock, knock.

Well, well.

The lord of the manor come to
visit me in my humble office.

I wanted to let you know you
won't have any more issues

with Shae Banfield.

Oh. You heard about that?

Oh, I hear age discrimination,
I take it personal. Sue me.

- I'd prefer not to.
- Hmm.

And yet, uh...

...you went to HR.

Well, I was feeling
a little vulnerable.

This retaliation?

Of course not. A friendly check-in.

Wanted to make sure you're okay.

I know Shae can be... overzealous.

She tracked down my
colleague from 30 years ago.

Ah. Like I said.

But it's also what makes
her so good at her job.

Yeah.

What's she holding over you, sir?

I mean, got to be something.
You wouldn't be down here.

Tell me I'm paranoid.

You're paranoid.

I'm fond of the kid, that's all.

We go way back.

Hmm.

Huh.

Good night, Matlock.

Good night, sir.

Paranoid, my foot!

This is four-day-old carp.

Something's fishy.

And I'll bet it has to do

with Shae when she consulted
for Wellbrexa 14 years ago.

About that.

I might have an idea of what
she was doing back then.

Tell me a little something about you.

How did you get involved
with jury consultation?

Oh, uh, well,

I was an analyst, initially.

- For McKinsey?
- Ah.

So you analyzed juries?

No, I actually worked
in marketing back then.

Oh.

- Marketing?
- Marketing.

Marketing is how Wellbrexa

and Purdue turbocharged
the opioid epidemic.

So maybe it was marketing
documents they hid.

- Yeah.
- Oh, this is good.

This is very good.

You're incredible, darling!

Well, I'm glad you think so.

Oh, I... I looked for that email.

From the guy who knew Ellie?

And?

Yeah, I couldn't find it.

My old university account
has been wiped clean.

Oh.

Well... that's that then.

- I'm gonna take a shower.
- Okay.

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