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Previously on Matlock...

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've saved.

Including our daughter's.

It wasn't Olympia, Matty.

It must've been Julian.

She didn't take the study.

It's wild to me, Matty,

how far we've come.

Heading home?
Olympia!

My goodness, you could give
an old lady a heart attack.

Is it the Johnson case?

You are the Johnson case.

And I had to bring
that fettuccine Alfredo

all the way
to your apartment in Queens.

Could I see the CCTV footage
from outside the courthouse?

I need you to trace

this car's
license plate.

So, who the hell are you,

Madeline Matlock?

I'm going to ask
you one more time.

Who the hell are you?

Olympia, I don't know--
I know there's

a town car waiting
around the corner

registered to an
address in Westchester.

Do you live there?

I would think
very carefully

before lying to my face again.

I do, yes.

Text the driver.

Tell him you have a new case

and you're going
back to the office.

Send it.

Olympia.

I can explain.

This whole thing--

it has to do
with my daughter.

Stop.

I don't even know
if you had a daughter.

I assure you I did.

Get in.

Did Olympia text us
a new assignment?

Just something personal.

No, you only bang on the keys

like a rage-fueled jackhammer
when it's work.

Okay, fine. It is
work-related-ish.

And I'll tell you

if you promise not
to clutch your pearls.

I left them at home.
What did you do?

Nothing. I just...

...took a tiny little case.
A case?

It's so not a big deal.

Remember Cheryl
from Gene's case?

Her trainer, Dino--
that's my client...

Anyway, Dino just needed a
strongly worded cease and desist

to scare off his
business partner.

We're not allowed to take cases
without Olympia signing off,

and she definitely
- wouldn't sign off on this.
- Stop it.

It's just a letter.

And Olympia always says,

"Ask forgiveness,
not permission,"

and that is
what I'm doing.

Just getting myself
some experience.

While also conveniently
taking my mind

off the fact that Kira
is out with another hang.

- So that's happening tonight?
- Yeah.

And while I'd love to issue her
a cease and desist

and put an end to
this open relationship madness,

I said I would try it.

So let me just focus
on Dino, okay?

Okay.

Don't you have a
dinner date with Satan?

I-I mean Simone.
Yes.

Uh, wait. Hi. Um,

there's a woman here who's
a client with an emergency,

but she won't
give me her name,

she only wants
to speak to Olympia,

and I can't reach
Olympia.

And while I don't like
to assume things

about people, I'm
pretty sure she's, like,

really pregnant.

Uh, I'll try to reach Olympia.

Okay.

Olympia, if you'd just listen--

No. You are clearly
a master manipulator,

a pathological liar,
and, by my best guesstimation,

a world-class con woman.

So I don't trust anything
that comes out of your mouth.

Give me your bags and write down
the passcode to your phone.

Now.

Hands on the table.
Is that really necessary?

A burner phone?

Sit down.

"Sorry, Alfie, darling.

"Pulled back to work.

Don't stay up past..."

10:00.

Write down every single lie
you've told me and why.

I'm your judge.

I'm your jury.

I'll read it,

and then I'll decide
what happens next.

Oh, finally.

We have been trying
to reach you.

There's a woman here,

but she won't talk
to anyone but you.

Hello there,

Miss...?
Uh, Amy.

Amy. Do we know
each other?

No, but you're my lawyer.

Or I mean the-the firm is my,
um, husband's family lawyers.

Ah.

The Buckleys.

Yeah, that's the...

usual reaction.

A managing partner handles your
family's litigation himself.

Yeah. Senior.

He's the one that did my prenup

when I married Grant
two years ago.

Jacobson Moore
handled both sides?

Yes, but they're all in the
pockets of the Buckleys, okay?

And then I saw you on the news.

I saw you get
that innocent man out of jail,

and I thought
that maybe you would help me.

Help-help you how?

Grant has a work trip,

and he got my doctor
to move up my C-section.

To tomorrow.

To 9:00 a.m. And I just...

I need a divorce by then.

Please.

He's angry, he's controlling,

and-and when he finds out that
this baby isn't his...

I don't know
what he's gonna do.

Oh.

I just got the prenatal
paternity test back.

Grant lets me visit
my mom in Ohio twice a year.

"Lets" you?
Oh, yeah.
He controls everything.

Even my OB loops him in.

So I got the testing
done in Akron.

And I said to myself,
you know, if...

if it's Grant's baby,
then, fine,

this is my destiny.

But if it's not,

then I have
to get away.

To be with the baby's father?

Oh. No. It's-it's not about him.

He's, um, some guy I
knew from high school.

It was a
one-off thing.

But Grant will fight for
custody just to spite me.

That-that's why I need
a divorce tonight.

Amy, family law isn't
my specialty,

but I do know
that divorces take time.

We'd have to serve Grant papers

and then put
a reasonable clock on them.

And, unfortunately,
"before sunrise"

isn't legally reasonable.

No, please.
You-you have to do something.

I-I...

I only have three more hours

before he realizes
that I'm gone.

How long has it been like this?

Two years.

Look, you have
to understand--

I was 23 when I met him.

He was 38.

He was successful and-and
accomplished and charming.

But everything changed
once we got married.

Suddenly, I couldn't see
friends without him.

Even though he knew
I wasn't religious,

every Sunday, he would
pressure me to go to church.

And if I even hesitated,
he would say,

"Well, what is it that
you're feeling guilty about?"

And then he wanted
to have kids right away

even though
we had agreed to wait.

I'm pretty sure
he sabotaged my birth control.

He tracks what I
eat, what I drink.

He's booked a baptism for
our daughter-- it's a girl--

and he did it
without me knowing.

If I do anything wrong,
if I disagree with him,

he-he berates me.

Okay.

We can't get a divorce tonight,

but maybe we can get
a temporary restraining order

in night court,

at least keep Grant away
from the hospital

so that he does not sign
the birth certificate.

Then he'll have less claim
on your daughter

when we do start
divorce proceedings.

And he-he won't find out?

Not until after
the restraining order is issued.

Now, I need you to go
through all of your emails,

texts, voicemails.

Anything even
remotely threatening,

give them to Sarah and Billy

so they can prepare them
to enter into evidence, okay?

All right.

Um, Olympia,

do you think maybe
we should call in Matty?

Since it's all
hands on deck?

No. Matty is exhausted
and she requested the night off.

You two can handle this.

Call and get us
a hearing in night court.

Hey, you.
Hey.

So, I thought I'd be
working a little late,

but now it's looking
like late late

and Rosie can only stay
until 9:00, so...
No problem.

I'll just, uh,
take my work home,

fall asleep reading
to the twins,

wake up at 4:00 a.m.
in my clothes, panicked.

Uh, I got you. No problem.

Thanks.

You know I don't
take it for granted,

not even for a second,

what a great co-parent you are.

Oh.

Oh, uh, hi, darling.

Uh...

listen, I don't want
to leave too many messages,

but call me, okay?

Alfie got your text.

Um, I just...

I just want to know
what time you're coming home.

You won't be able
to verify everything.

I paid a company to wipe
my history off the Internet.

Exactly what
a con man would say.

I'm not a con man.

Then what happened
to your accent?

You can call my old law firm
in San Francisco.

And talk to someone
you've planted?

There is one thing
you can verify.

I couldn't bring myself
to erase my daughter's--

Stop talking
about your daughter.

It's hard to separate truth
from fiction entirely.

Because most of what you know
about me is based in truth

but is also a lie.

"But is also a lie.

"You've met my grandson Alfie.

"And it's true
that his mother died.

"But not in a car accident.

"Ellie died of a drug overdose.

My husband and I--"

"My husband and I"?

Your husband is
alive, apparently,

and I'm pretty sure he's
saved under "Building Super"

in your phone.

He's nervous
'cause I haven't checked in.

Call him right now.

Put it on speaker

and convince him
that you're fine.

Oh.

Hey.

I was really getting worried.

I'm sorry. Olympia needs me
to stay late tonight.

And of course
you don't want to say no to her

now that you know
she didn't do it.

True.

That's okay, Matty. I know
how much she means to you.

She does mean
a great deal to me.

Well, you were right
to trust her.

I'm sorry I gave you
such a hard time about it.

It's okay.

I got to get back to work.
Kiss Alfie for me.

Bye.

See?

Our friendship--

What didn't I do?

14 years ago,

a Reddit post claimed
that someone at Jacobson Moore

hid documents

that could have taken opioids
off the market earlier

and saved hundreds
of thousands of lives.

What?

Two years ago,

my grandson saw that post.

Well, obviously, it's not true.

I investigated.

It is very much true.

I know
what the document is

and when it was stolen

and who did it.

Okay. Who?

Your ex-husband.

Julian.

You're out of
your damn mind.

I'm not. April 6, 2010.

A fire drill.

That's when
the document was stolen.

And what was this document?

A study about warning labels
on opioids.

And Julian took the study.

Right.

Like he put that
spy pen in my office?

You did that, didn't you?

Well, I put it in Julian's
office, and then it moved--

You made me think that
the father of my kids

was spying on me!

Do you have any idea
what that did to me?

I was paranoid that there were
listening devices everywhere.

I-I couldn't sleep.

I tore apartmy home.

I lost it on Julian, and
I was thrown into jail.

You did that.

And then you had the
nerve to console me

and act like my frie...

like my friend?

- Because I was that, too.
- Stop it.

Just stop, Matty.

Look...

...maybe Julian acted alone

or on behalf of Senior,

but I know he did it.

And I think he used the payout

as a down payment
on your brownstone.

What?

Is that why you told me
to go after his money?

Look at
your bank statements.

There were three people
on the Wellbrexa team

that didn't check in
after the fire drill.

Senior was in Australia,
you were in court,

and Julian--
How the hell do you know
where I was 14 years ago?

Because I have your laptop.

That coffee spill.

It was on purpose?

I needed--

That laptop had a voicemail
from my dead father.

I know.

And I'll return it.

But the Redditor said
it was you

or Julian or...

Matty?

What are
you doing?!

I'm so sorry!

Hey. I just wanted to say
good night to the kids.

Did I catch them?

Oh. Just went down.

How's your night going?

A slog.

I'm due in night court at 10:00.

No problem. I'll just crash
in the guest room.

What you working on?

It's, uh, top secret.

Oh, come on. You can trust me.

I'll tell you after I win. Hmm?

Thanks again.

Your Honor, as you can see,

Mr. Buckley has made
repeated threats

and leveled near daily
verbal abuse on my client,

creating a marriage of
control, coercion and fear.

Well, he certainly is
controlling.

But for it to reach
legal threshold required

to issue a restraining order...

Mrs. Buckley,
has Grant Buckley

ever physically
assaulted you?

No, but he says things like,

"If you leave,
I'll kill you," and...

then he says he's joking.

I don't joke like
that. Do you?

Your Honor,
if there's

even a chance that my client
and her child are in danger,

isn't it within our
duty of care to act?

Well, as much as I agree
with you in theory,

there are precise rules
governing a restraining order.

And while I absolutely believe
that this relationship

feels threatening,

my task is to assess
if the circumstances meet

the qualifications set
by the state of New York.

And since Mr. Buckley

has no record
of violence,

no history of abuse,

the court does not have
evidence to meet

those qualifications
tonight.

Your Honor, this isn't right.

I understand you feel
that way, counselor.

However, the law exists

to take feelings and emotions
out of the equation.

It's okay.

He still doesn't
know where you are.

We have time to figure
out our next move.

Change of plans.
I'm calling the cops.

Olympia, no.

Yes.

I have a case to focus on,

and I can't be objective.

That's what the law is for.

What exactly do you plan
on telling the police?

That you were here
under false pretenses.

I'm not.
I legally changed my name

from Madeline Kingston
to Madeline Matlock.

Huge fan of the TV show.

And I took the New York bar.

Well, it's illegal to record
someone without their knowledge.

And it's illegal
to confine someone to a room

without their consent.

False imprisonment,
I think it's called.

Then we'll be in
side-by-side cells.

I've been there before.

If you call the police,

my husband will send
every bit of our research

to The New York Times.

The name Julian Markston

will be as notorious
as Bernie Madoff

or the Sacklers.

Think about what that will mean
for your children.

At least now you're being honest
about your contempt for me.

I have no contempt for you.

But I will do what's right
by my child.

At the expense of my children?

The truth is coming out
one way or another.

But if you help me get
the last piece

of financial information
that I need,

I will make it clear
to The Times

that you were not
his accomplice.

That you were
part of the solution.

That you're a hero.

Think about that when
you think about your children.

Julian did what he did.

You have a choice.

Hey, Sarah, what's happening?

Amy's husband just got here.

What?

Yeah. He's at reception.

Come on. Open the door.

What do I do?

Hello?

Hello! I know my wife
is in there!

Hello!
Hey there.

Everything okay?

You took Amy to get
a restraining order

the night before
we have our kid.

Unfortunately, I can't
comment on privileged--

Tell me where my wife is.
You seem really upset.

You're damn right I'm upset.
We've having a baby tomorrow.

She is delaying her C-section.

Enough!

Where the hell is my wife?

Are you filming me?

Company policy. If an
angry man shows up

in the middle of the
night, we document it.

You'll be hearing
from your boss.

Olympia texted.

Grant's gone.

Oh, thank God.

Uh, I also just made you,

like, a little
resting area, I guess.

Do pregnant people
like to rest?

Or is that just
an urban myth?

Oh, it's an urban myth.
No, we go hard.

Yeah, all night long.

Cool.
Mm.

I also brought you
some weird snacks.

Um, sardines, pickles,
black licorice.

Ugh, uh, any plain crackers?

I can do plain crackers.

Okay.

Sorry, I don't have much
experience with pregnancy.

None of my friends
are there yet.

How old are you?

26.

Oh. Me, too.

You know,
before I met Grant,

I always thought I would go
and get my master's

in neuro psych.

I always thought
I'd go back to school

after I got married.

He wouldn't let you?

It wasn't "let" at first.
It was...

you know, "Why don't you want
to spend time with me?"

And then, "Why would you want
to go to frat parties?"

That's how it happens,
you know? Slowly.

Trust me, I know what it's like

to have your boundaries
stretched.

I mean...

...not in the same way.

What's your way?

Uh, I currently find myself
in an open relationship.

You don't like it?

Because right now, an open
relationship sounds perfect.

Senior just called,
and he's pissed.

She say who tipped off
the Buckleys?

No, but he said Grant will
give Amy a quick divorce.

Tonight,
if she wants.

Which means
there is something

really bad for her
in this prenup.

First priority:
comb through it.

Then research case law to see
if there is any precedent

from the 1880s to today

to help keep this baby
away from Grant.

Okay, um, this is
an insane amount of work.

And I love work.

Um...

Start with case law.

Got it.

I need you to go through
this prenup

so I can excavate
a pregnant woman

from her emotionally
abusive marriage.

These are her text messages
and emails.

A restraining order
was denied,

and with what I now know
to be your extensive history

in contract law,

this should be
right up your alley.

I'd love to help you,

but I need something in return.

Go to the documents room.

This is the locator number
for the missing study.

You'll see that it's gone.

Pay close attention
to any infidelity clause.

Amy is finally asleep.

Did you make your own letterhead
for your side client?

Give it back to me.
"Signed, Sarah Franklin,

"Esquire, Attorney at Law."

Don't you just have
- to pick only one?
- Give--

And wow, there is some
strong language in here.

I'm developing

my litigation persona.

And she is aggressive.

Let's get back to case law.

And at the end of the night,

remind me again how much
I hate working with you.

Copy you.

Sarah Franklin,

Esquire at Law.

Did you look?

I did, and there appears to be
a document missing.

And I do not
have an opinion

or conclusion about
what that means yet

because I'm focused on Amy.

What did you find in her prenup?

It's brutal.

In addition to the usual
financial manslaughter,

there's a clause
she has to go through

their approved legal counsel.

What?
Yeah.

You could finagle
a way around it

because we're from
the same firm,

but it's tightly worded.

If she violates,

he gets the kid,
she gets a little bit of money.

And if she had an affair?

He gets the kid,
she gets no money.

Who was that woman
who came to court

when you left papers at home?

Counselor.

My sister Bitsy.

I based the Matty Matlock
persona on her.

And Andy Griffith.

Her husband
was the con man.

Caught sleeping with hookers.

Cindy Shapiro
is her best friend.

I don't know anything about you.

You know a lot of things
about me.

The talks we had.

The way we work together.

You heard my husband.

Our friendship was real.

How long have you
been married to him?

49 years.

And our daughter died

from a drug overdose--
Stop.

And I came here
to expose

the criminal
who was responsible.

But I never expected
to find you.

What you've
done for me,

how you've
changed my life,

that was real.

I came here expecting
to be invisible.

People don't see old women.

But you saw me.

If I could...

erase how I've hurt you...

...start over
with a clean slate...

Start over.

Yeah.

No, start over.

Clean slate.

An annulment.

That would void the prenup
completely.

But after two years?

Well, t-technically, a judge

can grant one up to four years.

It just has to fall into
one of four categories.

Did she sign
under duress? No.

Under 18, no.

Lacking mental capacity, no.

Ooh. Fraud.

Seems about right.

If a party was tricked
into the marriage

by a false representation
and we can prove that party

would not have gone through
with the marriage

had they known the truth,
we've got a case for annulment.

And if Grant was abusive to Amy,

I'm guessing that
wasn't the first time.

Maybe he went
too far in his past.

And if he purposely
covered that up,

there's your provable fraud.

I'll get Billy and Sarah to
get a list of ex-girlfriends.

Hadley, I think?

She's married
to a state senator.

And those are all the women
you can remember meeting

at Grant's
college reunion?
Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

Just, um, having
one of those, um,

pre-contraction thingies,
the Braxton-Hicks.

Oh, this one just hurts
a little more.

Ooh.

Amy, Braxton-Hicks don't hurt.

I think you're in labor.

What?

We need to find a
pattern of abuse now.

I pulled the Buckleys' NDAs.
You can do that?

Ask forgiveness,
not permission.

They're in my office.
Look at the language,

see if it's impeachable.

Amy, we need to go
to the hospital.

- We can't.
- Mm-hmm.

Trust me, the Buckleys
will have security outside

now that they know
that I'm here.

They will follow me,
they will take my daughter away.

We have to be safe.

We will. I have more time.

Four minutes apart, isn't that
when we go to the hospital?

The second you hit four,
we're going.

But to a different hospital.

I'm gonna call my OB.
Okay.

- That sounds good.
- Yeah.

This is insane.
We need Matty's help.

She's sleeping.
She's 76.

She probably gets up
every half hour to pee.

Come on, you
heard my mentor.

You're right.

Forgiveness, not permission.

Why is Matty's phone

ringing in Olympia's purse?

- Oops.
- No. No.

Find anything?

Um...

Hello? Any loopholes in the NDA?

Uh, no, sorry.
All ironclad.

Which makes sense since
Jacobson Moore drafted them.

Ah, shoot.

We just need more time
to figure something out.

Or more help.

I think Sarah's right.

Maybe we should call Matty.

Mm-hmm.

I tried her. She didn't answer.

Look, I'll take
the NDAs.

Go back to your office,
keep calling ex-girlfriends.

Billy.

Go.

Okay, Annie, stay calm.

Yep, and tell Dr. Dashar
to stay on the phone.

I'm coming to explain
everything to her.

Just tell Amy to breathe.

And you breathe, too.

Time the contractions
from when they start.

What was Olympia
doing up here?
I don't know.

Did you hear that?

I'm a little in shock.

That you thought

I would be upset
that you gave Matty

her own private office
with a freaking bathroom

and a mini-fridge.

No, I am not upset
in the least.
You sound upset.

And loud. Quiet voice.

Remember? Matty has a migraine.

Sorry.
Oh, had one.

Oh, my head was screeching
like a cat in a thunderstorm.

Anyway,

like I told these two,

I don't want to work up here
after all.

It's too isolated, and somehow
that door got locked.

Yeah, I felt like a prisoner
in a horror movie.

How scary.

Mmm.

Migraine's better?

- Oh, much better.
- Good.

Oh.

I forgot, I think you grabbed
my phone by mistake

when you left.

And I couldn't
get a hold of you.

Did I?
Uh-huh.

Let me check.

Oops.

Sorry about that. Here.

Thank you.
Oh, and I told the kids

I have an idea
how we can nail

Amy's husband on fraud.

Makes sense.
Mm.

You're the expert.

Going through the family's
priest is an interesting idea.

Agreed. And I have the list
of Grant's ex-girlfriends.

Perfect.

We'll use that
to pressure him.

Uh, not "we."

You, right?

The priest is clearly
your kind of guy.

Nice. Really, really old.

I'd love to go talk to him.

What do you think, Olympia?

Let's discuss the logistics.

Go relieve Annie
and keep Amy calm.

So you come up with that idea
just to get your phone back?

Of course not.

Two things can be true
at the same time.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

You talk to this priest,
then make a call and...

Finish that sentence. And what?

You escape.

If I had wanted to escape,

it would've happened
hours ago.

My medical bracelet.

GPS-monitored.

Security disguised as EMTs

would be rushing through
that door in six minutes.

But I didn't press it

because finishing this
and exposing Jacobson Moore

is the only thing
that's important to me.

By which you mean
blaming my ex-husband?

Because he did it.

How discreet.

Well, fine.
Then prove that.

Either way,
the truth is coming out.

So, am I interviewing
the priest or what?

You mind if I turn this
voice memo thingy on?

I'm pretty sharp
for my age, but whew,

Lord, when I'm tired,
I-I start one sentence

in Paris, France
and end up in Paris, Texas.

I'm not sure
what that means.

My point exactly.

So, yay or nay
on recording?

No problem.

But here's the thing,
Ms. Matlock.

I'm not going to say
what you want me to say.

Oh, what do you think
I want you to say?

I heard that Amy tried
to get a restraining order,

which is heartbreaking.

I think it's heartbreaking
that Amy's worried

about her well-being
because Grant

is abusive and controlling.

Those are
very serious allegations.

Do you think Amy's lying?

I think she's
overwhelmed

with the realities
of motherhood.

They had some sort
of disagreement.

So you've never
seen any signs

that Grant is controlling
or even overly critical?

In past relationships?

No, I have not.

Mm-hmm.

Is it possible
you don't really know Grant

as well as you think you do?

I baptized the man.
I confirmed him.

I counseled him the night
before his marriage

and then married him
the next day.

Well...

I'm sure in front of you,

he seems very faithful.

Oh, he doesn't
seem faithful.

He is faithful.

We see each other
every Sunday for service,

and when he's out of town,

he often reaches out
for guidance.

I helped him
secure St. Patrick's

for his wedding to Amy.

And we've talked at length

about raising his kids
in the church.

That was important to Grant?

Raising his kids in the church?

We spoke of it
before they got married.

Your Honor, in addition to
this testimony, I'd like to

submit into evidence text
exchanges between my client

and her husband in the months
leading up to their wedding.

In them, Grant
clearly tells Amy

he is not religious
and reassures her

over and over that any
of their future kids

won't be raised in the church,
because she's an atheist.

Your Honor, that is undeniable,
evidence-based,

nonemotional fraud.

Would you have married
Mr. Buckley

if you'd known
how religious he was?

No, Your Honor.

It's official.
Four minutes apart.

By the power vested in me
by the state of New York,

this marriage is annulled as of

5:49 a.m. Eastern Standard Time.

Thank you.

Thank me by having
a healthy baby.

Get her to the hospital.
I'll let Dr. Dashar know

that you're
on your way.

Oh, she's here. Come look.

Wow.

So cute, for a baby.

Holding your daughter
in your arms for the first time

is a very powerful thing.

Her child gave her
the strength to fight back.

That's for sure.

All righty, you fine folks,

I'm gonna go upstairs
and grab my stuff

out of my very temporary office.

I'm exhausted.
Mm.

If you need me,
you know where to find me.

Really great work tonight.

Go home,
get some rest.

You've earned it.

Thanks.
Thank you.

Okay, Billy, guess what.

Oh, Sarah, I really don't
have the brain power to--

I sent out the
cease and desist.

You did?
Mm-hmm.

Did it take your mind off Kira?

Not at all.

But I was talking to Amy, and...

we don't think this is
the right relationship for me.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

Simone and I are not long
for this world, either.

Oh, really?

She's making
dinner reservations,

and I...

I can't do serious right now.

She's gonna be so upset.

Yeah.

That does make me
feel better.

Thank you.

"And so, that's why I did it.

"And I know you think everything
I said was a lie,

"but our friendship
was not a lie,

"and my daughter was not a lie.

"Her obituary is still online.

I couldn't erase it."

"Eleanor Kingston,
beloved daughter

"of Edwin and Madeline Kingston,

"passed away on October 8, 2014.

Ellie loved baking..."

...and singing karaoke.

And above all,
she loved her son,

Alfred Edwin Kingston.

Ellie is one of the casualties
of the opioid epidemic.

She will never be forgotten.

Ever. Never.

First of all, you're asking
like I ask you all the time.

Mommy!

Why do you and Daddy
keep fighting?

We aren't, baby.
We're fine.

Why don't you guys go

and, um, play on
your iPads in your room?

Okay?

You're going after
my family's money.

No, let's just be clear--

Classic pig in a poke.

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

I am trying to see
what you're hiding.

I'm not hiding anything.

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

that would
merit espionage.

But no.

It-it can't be.

Julian?

The partner race? The divorce?

Are you okay?

Um... yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I, um...

I lost a file,
and then a pen ex...

exploded on me.

And then when I tried
to clean it up,

I-I guess I fell asleep.

Maybe you should listen
to Grandpa's voicemail.

That always
makes you feel better.

Maybe I will.

Drop off was
surprisingly easy,

and I can't believe you
actually pulled an all-nighter.

They were easier at 25.

No kidding.

Well, go home and sleep.

On my way.
All right.

Oh, hey.

Have you found a new place yet?

For after we sell
the brownstone?

Do you want
to talk about that now?

And I guess I was...

just thinking about
how easy last night was.

Ooh, I remember
when we bought it.

We were about to close
on a two-bedroom walk-up.

Remember?

Then all of a sudden,

you came into money.

Well, I didn't come into money.

My...
mom let me access the trust.

Why all of a sudden?

Just said she wanted us

to be able to buy
our forever home.

Which it did not turn out to be.

Aw, come on.
Sometimes it felt like forever.

Good night.

Night.

Get up.

Alfie, breakfast is served.

Finally.
You forget your key?

Uh--

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