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- Previously...
- 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.

My grandma loves
these. It's biological.

Next thing I know,
I'm standing smack-dab

in the middle of a Costco
with a four-pound bag.

Bitsy again?

I don't have the energy
to talk to my sister.

She's a lot.

I'll sneak in,
grab the printouts

of Julian's whereabouts

the day the documents

went missing and prove

he was the one who stole 'em.

Talk to me about Slamm'd.

The class is certified,

great lead plaintiff.

We start trial next week.

Sorority girl named Violet

suffered a heart attack

after someone spiked her drink

with S... Slamm'd!

Are you pressing charges

against Kennedy?

Considering it.

Kennedy was trying to hurt Zoey,

which makes Violet's
death an accident,

not a crime. Drop it.

So you can win
your class action?

Yeah. And get this
really bad product

off the market so that it
doesn't happen to another kid.

That's my bear, and
I'm about to slay it.

Productive session, Counselor.

Feel we advanced our case.

Bitsy?!

Oh, get in here and hug my neck!

Oh!

And I was saying
to Cindy Shapiro,

"She's my big sister

"and I'm gonna go
to New York and see

"what the heckadoody

she's up to!"

Don't look behind you.
Pretend you're on the phone.

What's going on, Shae?
There was a mistake.

A temp in Wellbrexa's legal
department accidentally sent

over 342 pages that were
not supposed to be included.

Because they're
outside of discovery?

The pages should not
have been included.

I can't do anything illegal.
And I'm not asking you to.

I'm just telling you that if
those documents are scanned into

your system, Wellbrexa's opioids
are pulled from the market.

The company loses
billions in revenue,

and you lose millions in fees.

Tried calling your
father, but he's...

Australia, till the
end of the week.

Okay, enough
with the parking garage.

This isn't All the
President's Men.

It doesn't matter. Wherever
they met back then.

The biggest problem is we don't
know what the document is.

Oh, thank you so
much. I wasn't sure.

Okay, you know what,

don't get snippy with me

because you're annoyed
with your sister.

What could she
possibly be baking now?

Hasn't she already
made everything?

Let's focus. Okay.

We have the timeline
from Julian's key card.

Yes, we do.

And I have to figure out
where he actually went

after he took the document.
Yeah. And what about motive?

Impressing his dad? The money?

The mysterious half million
he used to buy the brownstone?

Mm, conjecture, Counselor.

Oh. Batten the hatches.

Hurricane Bitsy's
making landfall.

You have two types of sage.

Tell me you eat out of
that garden every night.

Oh, yeah, we do. We plop
right down in the dirt

- and pop tomatoes.
- Well, you should.

I always say

the biggest trick the devil

ever pulled is called

"farm to table."

And I'll tell you what,

I wish I was his
business partner.

Muffins?

Oh, after I get home tonight.

Oh. A-As a reward.

Matty has a big class
action starting today.

Well, I'm
sure your job's

real important if
you decided to move

cross-country and uproot Alfie.

Um, well, as a matter
of fact, it was

Alfie who inspired the
move. That's what he said.

But he clammed up tighter
than an oyster when it got

to specifics.

Butterscotch?

You know, I swore

I'd never eat 'em,

but then I turned 60,

and there I was...

At Costco with a five-pound bag.

Yeah, you told me that story.

Well, I can never tell

if you're listening
or not.

Well, okay,

I'm off to liberate
some wild peppermint

from your neighbor's yard.

She's here, use it as research.

Remember, Matty Matlock

does not exist without Bitsy.

Matty Matlock has
substance underneath.

My sister is a grown
woman named Elizabeth

who likes to be
called Itsy Bitsy.

I will keep her occupied.

And away from my office.

If Bitsy figures out
what we're up to...

She can't keep a secret.

And my hometown is
fueled by... Fueled by

deep-fried Twinkies and gossip.

I've got your sister.

I will also make sure the
door to the office is closed.

Lock it. Uh, done.

You just figure out
where Julian went

once he had the document.

On it.

And did one of you make copies?

I got it right here. Increased
profit posted a marketing change...

Okay, everyone breathe. How?

It's game day and you have
everything riding on this case...

two years' worth of work,
millions in sunk costs,

our partner race...

Thank you for that.

Good luck with your
jury selection.

Are you really rooting for me?

Three-part answer. As
a human being, yes.

As your competitor
in the partner race,

no. But as the person

who's going to win

said partner race...
Okay. I get it.

You always hit a joke too hard.

Everything okay?

Just a fly that needs swatting.

What's going on, Shae?

Did you hire the Glenroys to
do your jury work on Slamm'd?

Elijah's recommendation. He
worked with them years ago.

I'm the in-house jury
consultant, Olympia.

This makes me look
bad. That sounds like

a "you" problem. This
is an important case

and I needed a new dynamic.

Plus, there's two of them.

You fell for the
husband-wife schtick?

I believe they're siblings.

Look, Olympia.

Hm? Can we just clear the air

about what happened?

You mean with my husband?

Pass.

I've had enough people
hand me their guilt.

You can keep yours.

Today is about my client.

I got to admit, I got some
serious game day nerves.

Worse than my football
days. I get it.

This is two years of your life.

But you're in such a
great place now, Tucker.

Which we need you to hide.

You are the face of this
lawsuit, and court is theater.

Curtain goes up when
jury selection begins.

Your pain needs to stand
in for the entire class.

That's why you're
the named plaintiff.

So even if something's
hilarious, no laughing.

Small smiles are fine. Which
is why I specifically said

"no laughing," not "no smiles."

I'm
getting brother-sister.

I'm getting married but unhappy.

I'm getting exhausted.

We need to reject anyone
who leans libertarian

from our panel,
anyone who might blame

the person over the product.

We'd like to dismiss
juror number nine.

Subgroups to dismiss,
including anti-vaxxers,

end-of-day preppers, anyone
liking social media posts

with the word "militia."

We'd like to dismiss her, yes.

And anyone
who's ever been sued,

either at work or at home.

We'd like to dismiss Juror 23,

and thank you so much
for your service.

We'll be
researching as you go.

Remember, one bad juror

can poison the whole well.

My last challenge.

Get rid of 31.

Agreed. 32 looks good,

college-age daughter.

Counselor?

- Uh, yes, we'd like to
dismiss 31. - All right.

Juror 31, you may go.

And since both parties
are out of challenges,

I will seat Juror 32.

Congratulations on completing

jury selection.

We will begin opening
statements after lunch.

Has Shae been there

the whole time?

The whole time.

Mentee assignment for today.

Yeah?

Keep her away from me.

And I get that
there are two of them,

but now do you
understand why Olympia

needs to talk to me?

Sarah come on, this is beyond...

You're wearing earbuds?

You are persuasive
and I am susceptible,

so I am listening

to Pride and Prejudice
and like Elizabeth Bennet,

I am holding my
ground. Sarah...

You are not to approach Olympia.

End of story! This is...

Matty!

I need your help.

Ironic. Unfortunate.

Look, I know we've had our
issues, but...

Will you please put that
phone down and listen to me

for one minute? It's about
Olympia's class action.

Ladies and gentleman
of the jury, you are

about to see how Slamm'd

engaged in a methodical,

multi-million-dollar
marketing campaign.

And yes,

part of that marketing campaign

included promotional events.

But their influencers were
given a safety speech to recite

word for word.
One that required

consumers to be over 21
and to drink responsibly.

But they didn't want you
to drink responsibly.

Because they had flavors
called Blasted Blueberry

and Wasted Watermelon.

Yes, my client
leaned into the fun.

Yes, they used social media.

But again, they targeted...

People like my
client, Tucker Hoth.

Went to Alabama on a
football scholarship.

Drank Slamm'd one night his
freshman year of college,

blacked out, next thing
he knows, he's jumping

- out of a moving
car. - And now

he can't walk. Yes.

And that is terrible. Yes.

But we have sold millions
of cans of Slamm'd.

And we've only had one person
jump out of a moving car.

Because it's not the
can, it's the consumer.

Tucker Hoth made

- a series of bad choices.
- And his

choices, ladies and
gentleman of the jury,

were taken away

because of how
quickly Slamm'd worked

- and how dangerous it
is. - Slamm'd is a

perfectly safe beverage.

Any misuse or abuse

is the sole responsibility
of the person,

not the product.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Ready to call your first
witness, Ms. Lawrence?

We're gonna need a minute.

Oh. Uh, sorry.

What's going on?

Shae found something that
Hayden and Alli missed.

Juror 32 had a blog
written under a pseudonym.

It's problematic.

How problematic?

Kind of problematic that
could sink our whole case.

Ms. Lawrence cannot
seriously be asking

to remove a juror after
opening statements.

I can if he
misrepresented himself.

Dozens of posts

from a libertarian Reddit board,

two specifically citing

"a litigious society where
people won't take responsibility

for their own stupidity."

You really think he had a
nefarious plan to infiltrate

our jury so that your client
wouldn't get a settlement?

Despite not knowing ahead of
time what the case was about?

No, but once he found
out what it was about,

he lied to get on the jury.

Let's talk to Juror 32.

You can't alienate him
in case the judge decides

to keep him on
the jury. I know.

So just ride the line,

keep your eyes on the
judge the whole time.

I made
those posts pre-Covid.

Then my cousin died
during the pandemic,

changed my whole point of view.

Got it. Although,
your posts stopped

a week after you were fired,

so I'm just checking
to make sure

you didn't stop posting in case

your opinion clashed
with a future employer?

No. Like I said, changed
my views. Happens a lot.

I used to love Nickelback,

now they make my ears bleed.

I was totally honest
on my questionnaire,

I promise.

I'm prepared to
proceed unless you have

further questions, Ms. Lawrence.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

I cannot believe I'm stuck
with a lying libertarian

on my jury.

I'm hoping pastrami can
make up for Alli and Hayden.

I'm sorry.

They came through for
me at my old firm.

My fault, too.

I should have just
gone with Shae.

We'll have to figure
this out over pastrami.

Uh, "we"? The best way
to make it up to me

is to be part of the solution.

I can't lose this, Elijah.

I've got over a
thousand plaintiffs

counting on me, and now my
job is on the line, too.

Be my second chair.

Juror 32's blog contains

a lot of ideas about
men's rights, too.

Having you next
to me can't hurt.

Oh, that smile means you're in?

Did I have a choice?

No.

That's the tenth text today

that's made you
giggle. I don't giggle.

Heard the "gig" and the "iggle,"

and I know it's
not about the case.

Just a buddy of mine.

I'd believe you if
you had buddies.

Just tell me who she is already.

No thanks, but if you're dying
to talk affairs of the heart,

I'm happy to talk
about you and Kira.

Just going with the flow

to see if I might be
open to being open.

"Might" is doing a lot of
heavy lifting in that answer.

I can't quit Kira yet.

In addition to
excellent kissing,

she gives me the scoop
on complex webs of power

and hierarchy enforced through
corporate architecture.

What are you talking about?

A new single office
is opening up.

Not just any office,

Olympia's first one at the firm.

It's mentor-mentee fate.
That office is mine,

and I am the only one
who knows about it, so...

Please tell me that's not...

The application for the office.

Mrs. Belvin told me about it.

Also fate, I guess.

Fine, then we'll both go for it,

but we can't breathe a word of
it to anyone else, otherwise...

We'll be fighting off
every associate here. Deal.

Mm-hmm.

Where are you going?

To... run a quick errand
before the break's over.

What's the problem?

I can't find

the cream of tartar
in your pantry.

That is not an emergency.

No, but without it,

my baked Alaska's gonna
wind up looking more like

a baked Arizona.

Look, I'm at work
right now. You know,

while I've got your
ear, your spice drawer

has rosemary where the
thyme should be, and...

I've got to go.

Why're you whispering?

You're a spy now?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Just Alfie.

Oh, still not feeling right?

Yeah, he's got an upset tummy.

He's gonna take the bus home.

Don't be ridiculous.

Send a company car for him.

Oh, no, I couldn't. You
could and you should.

That's why we have the cars.

I told you, you're
important here, Matty.

Emailing as we speak.

Good.

That was close.

Which is half the
fun of being in

a secret office
relationship, no?

Well, Simone, my last
relationship started

when I was 16, so we
had to keep it secret

from my P.E. teacher.

Okay, the most important
thing's not to tell Sarah.

She'll try to get in between us.

No, she wouldn't.

Okay, she would,
but I won't let her.

Well, you wouldn't
be able to stop it.

It's like your jury:

One person can poison the well.

And she's your office mate.

Maybe not for long.

I'm working up a
new profile on 32.

Okay.
In the meantime,

give me ideas. We
need his sympathy.

What if we put
Kennedy on the stand?

The girl who poured

Slamm'd in a cup and
killed a sorority sister?

Don't know that she's
giving us sympathy.

No, she's giving us the fact

that she used the
product as intended

and killed someone because
it's inherently dangerous.

True. And she'd
never have brought it

into the sorority if it
was properly labeled.

I mean, she knew Violet
had a heart condition.

Yeah. Plus, Juror 32 does
have a college-aged daughter.

He might connect to Kennedy.

Did the ADA drop the
case against her?

Not yet, but that's
not going anywhere.

Call Kennedy, see if she'll

talk to us.

We'll keep laying down
the foundation in court.

Dr. Wells,

as a biophysicist,
what sets Slamm'd

apart from other canned
alcoholic beverages?

Well, for starters, it
contains five times the alcohol

of similar products, in
addition to caffeine.

And what does
that combination do

to the human body?
Accelerates inebriation,

while the caffeine
decreases the body's ability

to metabolize and recover.

And why is that so dangerous?

A person's body won't be
able to feel the usual

warning signs associated
with excessive drinking

until it's way too late.

Can you read the
label for me, please?

"Five shots in one."

And can you turn the can for me?

What does it say
there in neon yellow?

"Warning. This
contains caffeine."

Which feels pretty clear.

It is, but it
doesn't say how much.

It doesn't have to.

The Alcohol and Tobacco
Tax and Trade Bureau

only requires companies to state
if a beverage contains caffeine,

not how much it contains.

And, Mr. LaPorta,

as head of compliance
at Slamm'd,

do you follow the
letter of the law?

Absolutely. Our entire goal

is to ensure safety for the
people who drink our beverages.

So, why don't you list
how much caffeine's in it?

We considered it,

but studies show
people don't read

if there's too much fine
print. We wanted people

to focus on how much
alcohol there was

so they didn't get too drunk.

So you weren't hiding
something? Of course not.

Look, we don't list how much
vitamin C is in it either,

but we've never been
dragged to court over it.

That juror is eating this up.

Don't worry. We're working on

a witness who could help.

Olympia, Kennedy and her parents

are coming in in the morning,

but, uh, she won't testify

unless she has complete
immunity for all future charges.

Call me back.

I'm about to find out, kid.

Okay,

I got the documents. What now?

You get rid of them.

Forever.

A shredding room? No.

Yes, that's
where he went.

So the document
is gone for good?

Seems that way.

Well, now what?

Not sure yet, I'm just gonna go

stare at my board and pray
for inspiration to hit.

Are you sure you're not
avoiding your sister?

Well, okay, maybe
it is two birds...

Madeline,

what on the G-d's

good Earth is going on here?

So, now you know
what's going on.

I'd like to ask
you to remain calm.

I'm calm,

and I'd calmly like to tell you

that this is worse
than when I walked into

Burt's man cave and
found the puppy scam.

Do not compare me
to your ex-husband.

I knew that he didn't have a
crate full of Havanese puppies,

and he knew he didn't have

a crate full of
Havanese puppies,

and there he was,

promising everyone
Havanese puppies.

Because Burt was a psychopath.

He was a psychopath?

Hold on, here.

Oh, it's Cindy Shapiro.

You cannot tell her anything.

I know,

because this is a crime

and you could go to jail.

Nobody's going to jail.

I'm putting together evidence,

and when I have enough,

I send it to The New York Times

and let them take it from there.

And if you get
caught before then?

Nobody's gonna press charges
against a little old lady.

A little old con man,

and you are no better than Burt.

Don't take the bait.

Don't take the bait.

Burt took
innocent people's money

and slept with call girls.

I'm trying to right a wrong.

A web of lies is a web of lies,

and someone's gonna

get caught in the middle of it,

and my guess is Alfie.

This happens to be
important to Alfie.

He's just a kid.

He didn't get to choose.

And you don't get to
weigh in on my family,

so don't go there. Again.

I made a mistake.

A mistake is
forgetting your keys.

I didn't know where my
little girl was for a week.

Ellie was safe.

She told me not to call.

She said she just wanted
to regroup after rehab.

Yeah, well, kids don't get
to choose, like you said.

She was 19.

I did my very best
to help, Madeline.

I loved her, too.

And none of this...
none of this...

is gonna bring Ellie back.

I know that.

But the people responsible
have to answer for it.

Until you know
what it feels like

to bury a child,

I don't need your opinion.

Yikes.

If I'd have known you were
coming, I would've tidied up.

You know, put out some snacks.

Oh, no snacks needed,
I won't be long.

I just came because...

You need Kennedy on the
stand in your class action,

but she won't come
out of the shadows

until it's safe, meaning I stop
sniffing around with charges.

Exactly.

I get it. I do.

And as much as I'd love

to help you... Oh, come on.

You have, what, 73 cases?

That's
a good memory.

It's 84 now.

Make it 83.

This is not worth your time.

I'll owe you one.

You know the difference
between a favor and a debt?

A favor is just some vague,

open-ended obligation that
most people never make good on.

A debt can be
precisely calculated.

It demands equivalence.

And I'm loving
your deep thought,

but what does this have
to do with my case?

My office owes a
debt to Lydia Reed,

whose campaign contributions
fill its coffers.

Lydia Reed is insisting
that you prosecute Kennedy?

Her daughter is dead because
Kennedy gave her that drink.

She wants someone to pay.

Wait, who is

Lydia Reed? Violet's mom.

And she owns half the
real estate in New York,

lots of political power.

Speaking of politics, a new
application was submitted

for that empty office,
according to Kira.

Yeah? Yeah. Simone applied.

Weird.

OMG, you are the worst liar,
you obviously told her.

Me? I saw you guys coming
out of a closet, Billy.

Fine. We're seeing each other.

Duh, why did you
keep it from me?

Because you both
don't like each other

and I didn't want you
to poison the well.

Impossible! It's already
full of toxic sludge.

Okay, Sarah.
Sorry, I just think

that you deserve
someone who doesn't try

to steal an office out from
under you, right, Matty?

Who's taking what office now?

Olympia's very first
office opened up.

It's small, on a floor
that hasn't been renovated,

but it's got a window...

R-Reno-Renovated? BILLY: Yeah.

Floors 21 through 24 got a
remodel about five years ago.

Seven.

See? You don't even know the
history of Jacobson Moore.

I deserve it, right,
Matty? Mm-hmm.

Trust me, Olympia would want
me to have her old office.

Trust me,

Olympia doesn't care
about her old office.

The A.D.A. will drop the charges

if Lydia Reed backs off.

Why don't you go talk to Lydia

and we'll go talk to Kennedy?

I want to help.

I never meant for any
of this to happen.

What did you want, Kennedy?

For Zoey to get really drunk.

And-and embarrass herself.

I had no idea that Slamm'd
could kill someone.

Do you remember the first time
you heard about the drink?

It's okay, just tell the truth.

Senior year of high school.

I got an invite

to a party over Snapchat
at a huge warehouse.

They were handing out free cans.

At a high school party?

They didn't specifically
say high school,

but a bunch of us went.

It was really fun. But
they took our phones.

Who did?

Like party promoter types?

We were all hooked.
Hooked as in...?

"Five in one" means

five times cheaper,
five times faster.

They kept saying that.

She's giving us brand
loyalty, targeting minors.

But she's not
testifying unless...

The D.A. drops the charges. I
know. We're working on that.

You have a gorgeous
home, Mrs. Reed.

I used to think so.

Now it's just
filled with ghosts.

The place Violet
did her homework,

the piano she played.

It gives me absolutely
no pleasure to tell you

I'm also a member of
the worst club on Earth.

I'm sorry.

I pressured Violet
into joining the sorority.

Can't blame yourself.
I can't not.

My Chi Sigma Pi sisters
were my lifelong friends.

One of Violet's killed her.

And I know you're
angry with Kennedy.

But she is not the
responsible party

and if you could
tell the D.A... No.

Stop.

You do not get to tell me

who to hold responsible
or how to grieve.

My daughter would be
alive if not for Kennedy.

I know, and... And nothing!

If it were your child,

wouldn't you want
someone held responsible?

Not a drink. A person

who made a decision.

Exactly.

You need to leave.

Any luck? Is that girl
Kennedy testifying?

Were the charges dropped?
Unfortunately no.

But that's okay.

Tucker, we chose you
as our named plaintiff

because of your story.

You just have to tell it.
Though ten percent differently.

To appeal to our
libertarian. Not a big deal.

- Just got to keep Juror 32
in mind. - Exactly.

Take a little bit more
personal responsibility.

But I thought the whole
argument was it's the product,

And it still is.

But now shaded
slightly differently.

"I wanted to get drunk,

"but also still be
able to make choices

'cause I believe in choices."

Come on, someone must have
snuck a phone into the party.

Agreed. We'll find it.

So, did you choose self-respect

and end things with Simone?

I did, actually.

You were right, her
snaking the office,

big red flag.

Hmm. I'm glad you
came to your senses.

Me too. Your turn.

Nope. Oh, come on, Sarah,

you have to shut down

this whole open
relationship thing.

You're gonna hate it

and I'm not sure
your therapist has

the capacity to manage
the mental fallout.

Dr. Shaw can handle
more than you'd expect.

Heading to court.

Any progress finding the party?

No. And we tried

to track down details about it:

who sent out the invites,
who rented the venue,

did someone pull a permit.

But it was all a dead end.

Everything was paid for in cash.

Whoever threw this
party was very careful

with leaving no fingerprints.

That just means they're
definitely hiding something.

Keep looking.

We need evidence that
they threw parties

with minors and hid it.

Juror 32 won't be
able to deny that.

Tucker, were
you trying to get drunk

the night of the accident?

Yes, I was.

And I take full
responsibility for that.

Was your goal to
get blackout drunk?

Absolutely not.

I wanted to have fun.

And I wanted to be
able to make choices.

And is that
what happened? No.

Can you tell us what
happened that night?

No, I can't because...

I still don't remember it.

I know that the day before,

I was the first in my
family to go to college.

The day before, I was on
a football scholarship.

And the day after that,
I woke up in a hospital.

I couldn't walk.

I was told I...

jumped out of a moving car.

Thank you.

Let's talk about
your party days.

You used to go
pretty hard, right?

I did.

But I was an athlete,
so never so hard

that I couldn't get up and
go to practice the next day.

Thatta boy.

And what
about if you didn't

have practice, like the
night you won All State?

You mean my junior
year in high school?

You know what this is about?

No. And I do not like it.

Yup. Your junior year.

Do you remember what you yelled
to your teammates after you won?

Objection! Hearsay.

Withdrawn. Don't need
your actual words.

Just tell us about your attitude

towards getting
drunk that night.

Do you remember?

Not really.

That was, like, six years ago.

It's no problem.

Your Honor, since the witness
can't recall, hearsay can be

admitted in the form of
a recorded recollection.

And I happen to
have one right here.

Warriors! Let's get so blitzed

we don't remember tomorrow!

Let's do it! Yeah!

You did what
you could on redirect.

But it wasn't good enough.
Especially not for number 32.

Please tell me you
found something.

We found... the
start of something.

Three pictures of this rager

that a few of Kennedy's
friends were at.

And if you blow up the images,

those are cans of Slamm'd
before it hit the market,

when it was still in
R&D. Slamm'd listed

tons of parties they
threw in their discovery.

But not this one. They are
definitely hiding something.

Yeah, marketing to
underage kids, clearly.

Exactly.

Build brand loyalty
when they're young,

make Slamm'd the drink
of college campuses.

- Problem is, we're out of time.
- Then I go to the judge.

Convince him those
social media posts

lay the foundation
to bring in the kids

- who were at the party.
- Tough sell,

with no link between
the parties and Slamm'd.

Because Slamm'd is
hiding evidence!

Hiding evidence is
the epitome of evil.

We can't let them
get away with it.

You're right.

I'm calling the judge.

Peace offering?

I'm just working.

Do you care about this case?

For real? Not
just another ruse?

Well, a girl died for real.

A terrible product.
It's dangerous.

Got it.

Well...

I should have called you.

I just wanted for Ellie to have

a little time after rehab.

The fact that you're
still justifying this,

having absolutely no experience

with addiction...

No experience?

We had the same mom, remember?

She got sober when you
were five years old.

Trust me, you
missed the bad run.

Oh, sure, if that's the story

you'd like to tell yourself.

That's what happened.

I told Mom to quit drinking

or I'd take you to
college with me.

So she quit drinking. Well...

that's true, but
then you still left.

And-and Mom didn't
deal with anything,

she just baked and ate.

That was her new addiction,
and me. Why I didn't go

to Georgia State.

You, uh...

You applied to Georgia State?

Yeah.

Came home one day, and found Mom

staring at my acceptance
letter, crying.

Well, if I had known, I
would have made you go.

Oh, no. You were
busy, had a life,

doing big important things,

making it rain.

I had the info,

I-I made a choice.

My point is, is that we all
deal with pain differently.

Mom with booze and
Ellie with drugs

and-and you with this thing.

It's not the same at all.

Do you think about it every day?

Lie in order to do it?

Sacrifice relationships?

The thing is, you've got

to feel pain.

Because eventually, the
distractions stop working.

They either wear out, or you do.

Bad news?

Yeah, we, uh...

we lost the hearing.

We've got this
great new evidence,

and the judge won't let it in.

Huh. You know, I remember
when Cindy Shapiro missed

the deadline for the county fair

pie-baking contest,

and they wouldn't let
her in, and she went

to every important
person in town,

from the mayor to the pimp,
and no one could do anything,

or would do anything, but,
uh... it's all the same.

So? How did she get it in?

'Cause I'm open to suggestions.

Well, unfortunately, she didn't.

I mean, a deadline
is a deadline.

Sandy Cloots

won with a pie crust
that was so soggy,

it was like chewing on a sponge.

But, oh... here's
what Cindy did.

She dropped off

a pie at the local
newspaper reporter's house

because she really
believed in it.

And the next week, her pie

was on the cover of the paper.

And to this day, you ask
anybody and they would say

Cindy won that contest.

So, deliver the pie elsewhere.

Deliver the pie elsewhere.

You're pretty smart, you
know that, Itsy Bitsy?

I've been trying to
tell you that for years.

We just found this video.

Hard evidence that
this alcohol company

was preying on high schoolers.

I'm not saying
don't blame anybody,

I'm saying blame
the right people.

Kennedy brought that drink in.

Because this company
targeted her.

Since high school.

They marketed to minors and
then they hid the evidence,

which is criminal.

But your case is civil.

Because money will
shut them down.

Force them to take this
product off the market,

so no other mothers
join our club.

I know what it's
like to want justice.

Trust me. I want it,
too, more than anything.

So help us.

And after, let's get the
D.A. to press charges

against the real criminals.

The ones wearing suits, who
don't even see our kids.

They just see the bottom line.

So she's
dropping the charges?

She's mad, she's motivated
and she's raring to help us

figure out who lied
at the company.

Ah. Great.

Okay, first step, we get
Kennedy on the stand.

And then, I'm
think... Good news.

We found out one of the
unsanctioned Slamm'd parties

was broken up by the police.

In Connecticut, but Billy's
sister is going to try

to hook us up with the
local PD to get more intel.

We just need a little more
time to get the contacts.

Excellent. You two keep working
that lead.

I swear, they're
hiding something,

and if we can get it
admitted into court,

this could be the nail
in the Slamm'd coffin.

What's up, Matty?

Yeah, I'm just thrilled
about these developments,

and my grandson's better.

Good.

Hey, everything go okay
with Alfie and the car?

Because you know you
can use it anytime.

He loved it. I'm afraid

he's never gonna
ride the bus again,

thank you very much.

Let's call Kennedy into prep.

Unfortunately, that
won't be necessary.

Tucker's settling, for $100,000.

No. I'll call him.
We'll convince him

not to take it... I just
spent an hour with him.

He was spooked after
his testimony. He's out.

But no Tucker means
no named plaintiff

which means... Our
class action is screwed.

Okay, what's our next move?

I'll go.

How'd you know I'd
be in my old office?

Oh, I think I know you
pretty well by now.

Plus, I looked at six
other places first.

As always, appreciate
the honesty.

Scotch?

Two years of work
down the drain.

The partner race...

It's not over.

Trust me, it's over.

For two years, I've been
doing these pro bono cases

and I've been saying,

"Wait
for Slamm'd."

You know, "Just wait
for Slamm'd."

So...

you regroup.

There's no regrouping.

Julian gets partner,

I leave.

But wherever I end up,

you're my first hire.

If you want to come
with, of course.

What?

Oh, it's just embarrassing.

You know, my
bladder...

When you turn 76,

every liquid heads for
the exit.

But...

...don't you move,

because when I come back,
we're gonna figure this out,

and we're gonna make a plan.

You got me?

Got you.

Counselor, I wanted
to show you something

in my amicus briefs.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew you were
still seeing Simone.

You left the Post-it.

Of course I left
the Post-it note.

I knew you were lying
to me. What the hell?

I thought you broke
things off with Simone.

Well, I thought about
it, but then I realized

I didn't want to. Billy,
she's not good for you.

Yeah, well, neither is Kira.

But we're both a little
hooked right now, aren't we?

Yes. Exactly, yes. So we just
need to support each other.

If I complain about
Simone, you agree.

If I go back to Simone,
you get amnesia.

And you'll do the same

if I decide to try to consider

trying to try being
open with Kira?

Yes. Even though I
think it'll never work,

I'll support you.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Ew, are you seriously
texting Simone right now?

What? I'm already in here.

Okay,
so, before room 21-97

was a shredding room,
it was a coffee bar.

And then he went to
the bathroom again,

room 25-11.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.

Okay, I got the documents.

No.

It can't be you.

It can be.

I don't understand. It
was Julian's key card.

We lived together. Must have
switched key cards by accident.

Happened all the time.

But I don't believe
it. Why not?

You've had Julian's for days
and no one's even noticed.

But... But nothing.

You've been telling yourself
the wrong story, Matty.

Look at the evidence. Make sure
you're blaming the right person.

The Redditor said,

"One of these three."

Senior, Julian and me.

And the only one who
would've been spending time

in the women's bathroom...

Face it.

I hid the document that could
have saved your daughter's life.

Want more proof?

Check my old office.

See if the person who
stole the document

ended at room 25-23.

Matty, is that you?

Yeah.

Hey.

So, tell me your
plan. What's next?