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Previously on
Reasonable Doubt...

Hollywood stylist Wendy Collins
has been reported missing.

Why the fuck is everyone looking
at me like it's my fault,

or like I did something?

Is there someone who can
corroborate your whereabouts?

You are a person of interest
in a missing person's case

that is getting
bigger by the hour.

Anyone would have
reason to believe

that it could turn into
a homicide investigation.

Adorable.

I did not know that
your wife was Black.

Video has surfaced of Ozzie and
Wendy in a domestic dispute.

Is that the reason he isn't
here with you tonight?

So, I have this new client.
Maybe you'd like to help out?

Hell, yeah.

They found Wendy's body.

They also found the
bullet that killed Wendy.

It's a match to a gun
that's registered to you.

We gotta talk.

I am heading to the DA's office
now to negotiate your arrest.

Hi, baby.

Hey, Daddy.

May I come in?

Um... Sure. Okay, I guess.

-Hey.
-Oh.

What the fuck?

Mm.

Lewis.

It's been a long time.

Um...

Dad, why are you here?

I got a steady gig
with the live band

over at the GS Lounge
for the next few months,

so I was thinking, you know,

maybe you and Lewis
could come to the show.

You know, we could
grab a bite before.

They got some nice restaurants
down on Market Street.

Okay, stop.

I haven't seen you
in over eight years.

And the last few times you
were in town, you ghosted me.

But now you show up at my door, and
you expect me to just kiki with you

and shake my head
at your little gig

like you Jimi Hendrix and not my
drug-addicted, deadbeat father?

Well, first of all, I've been
clean for about five years now.

And secondly, I
play bass guitar,

so it'll be more Ron
Carter than Jimi Hendrix.

Okay.

Does Mom know you're here?

Yeah, she knows.
We've been talking.

About what?

Listen.

I'm staying down
at the Coral Hotel.

I'd really love to
explain things and,

and make up for...
well, everything.

Just one meal.

Or-or even coffee.

That's all I'm asking.

Eddie, you said your piece.

Now it's time for you to leave.

Dad, wait.

Okay, so I, too,
then, have a request.

Next time you thinkin'
about stopping by... don't.

Are... Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I'm not gonna let
him ruin our day.

I'm gonna go get my purse,

and we're gonna go have
breakfast, just like we planned.

Oh...

♪ From La Brea to Slauson ♪

♪ It's all us ♪

♪ The Sun, Central Ave
Jazz, it's all us ♪

♪ Where we at? Hit
the Maverick Flats ♪

♪ Leimert and right
back to the ark ♪

♪ It's all us ♪

♪ We coastin' on the west
between sets and wealth ♪

♪ We toast the
sunset in the Dons ♪

♪ Take flight into the
night under Cali stars ♪

♪ In a world on wheels ♪

♪ It's all us ♪

♪ It's the world we feel ♪

♪ It's all us ♪

♪ From the Hills to Hollywood ♪

♪ It's all us ♪

♪ No doubt we all we got ♪

♪ Hold it down Black and brown ♪

♪ In a city of dreams ♪

♪ It's all us ♪

Jax, where are we with
the Ozzie Edwards case?

Well, as you all know, Ozzie
turned himself in a few weeks ago,

which, despite the State's
insistence that he remain in jail,

was a huge factor in
Judge Williams' decision

to grant Ozzie bail.

What was the bail amount?

No bail?

Your Honor,

Mr. Edwards poses no risk
of harm to the community.

He is not a flight risk,

and he has no criminal record
or law enforcement contacts.

The court agrees that
Mr. Edwards is not a flight risk

or a threat to society,

but the standard
$2 million for bail

is not enough to reflect the
seriousness of this crime.

Bail is at five million.

That's not exactly a win.

Well, given he's at
home, I'd say it is.

Five mil is chump
change for Mr. Pow-Pow!

He must be relieved
to have his freedom.

You would think, but...

-Yo, Ozzie.
-Hey, Ozzie. Over here.

What's going on
with the film Toro?

Heard you were up for it, but word
is they cast Caleb McLaughlin.

Eh, that's good for him, but, um,
I'm focused on proving my innocence.

Hey, what was the last
thing you said to Wendy?

Was it, "Pow, pow, gotcha?"

Mr. Edwards was simply
grabbing a bite to eat

while trying to
avoid the paparazzi.

Instead, he assaulted them.

They were taunting him,

as they do every time
he leaves the house.

Well, then maybe Mr. Edwards
shouldn't leave the house.

House arrest?

-Yes. Not Bill's best moment.
-Yikes.

Well, at least now you can control
Ozzie's whereabouts, right?

That's what we thought.

You went to the
community center.

I went to the community center,
which is inside my gated community.

How is that leaving?

Okay, if you walk out
of that front door

and into the streets without
the judge's permission,

then you are violating
your house arrest.

Okay, well, that, that
doesn't sound fair.

Oh. Oh.

Your Honor, my client
did not fully comprehend

the scope and restrictions of
his house arrest at the outset,

but I can assure
you, he does now.

Good. Hate to see
his bail revoked.

You think you slick by not pushing
to get Ozzie's bail revoked?

That's up to Judge
Williams, not the state.

Please. I think you want
him to stay out of jail.

More ways for him to fuck up,
publicly, in front of potential jurors.

Why win the battle when
you can win the war?

So, if Lucy was
playing checkers...

Chad is playing chess, yes.

But at the end of the day,
their evidence is weak.

And our strategy is simple.
Proximity does not equal guilt.

Finding Wendy's body near
Ozzie's cabin means nothing.

We'll establish that
others had access to it

and his gun and introduce
them as alternative suspects

to confirm that he wasn't
even there that night.

As for the DNA and scratches?

Easily explained by a
prior consensual encounter.

Being a freak ain't
against the law.

The case amounts to
perception control.

My goal before the trial starts is
to plant seeds of doubt in the press

to ensure that Ozzie is seen as a
victim of circumstantial evidence,

not a killer.

Checkmate.

Very nice.

Well, keep us posted on Bill's
performance, and the case.

Um, I don't usually check in once
a trial of this caliber starts.

We just wanna be more looped in.

I mean, after all, this is a big
case, and all eyes are on us.

Us being...

The firm.

Right. Sure.

I'll do my best.

What are you two looking at?

Ozzie. Your boy
can't help himself.

What now?

Ugh.

Oh, come...

Is he posting these?

Yeah. Yeah.

And the comments are
already going in.

One said, "What
in the child star?

Oh, he need to
pow-pow on dat ass."

-Hmm.
-Oh, hashtag, six-pack killer.

Yeah, the Internet
remains undefeated.

Yeah, well, Ozzie's gonna
find himself defeated in court

if he doesn't stop
poisoning the jury pool.

Isn't his sister Kristin
supposed to be with him?

I mean, clearly, she
can't control him.

Clearly.

Besides his house
arrest thirst traps,

Ozzie's elusiveness
and shaky-ass alibi

are not helping us help him.

You know, I need someone
who can watch him

while also getting
information about him.

Hmm.

N... No, no, no.

I am a highly
respected investigator.

I am not a babysitter.

I'm not asking you to babysit,

but to observe,
discipline, entertain.

-Oh.
-I'm good at...

No, you just defined
"babysitter."

Okay, call it what you want,

but I need someone to make sure

that, one, he doesn't keep
posting things like that,

and, two, find out what's up
with him, his family, all of it.

Look, I cannot control
things I do not understand.

Thanks, Daniel. Love
you. You're the best.

Oh. L... Love you?

You need to stop, and you
just keep calling me the best,

and I will be your best.

Ew. I never wanna hear
you say that ever again.

Oh, okay.

Yes, definitely.

Naima, what are you doing?

What, I can't window shop?

Yeah, you can, but, like, girly
pop, you've gotta dream bigger.

OMG, look at that purse.

-Yes!
-Yes, that is fire.

I mean, yeah, but it costs,
like, a gajillion dollars.

Don't be so dramatic.

Oh, we're just kidding.

None of us could
afford it anyway.

Oh. But you know
what would be fun?

Oh, my God. Yes.

Naima, truth or dare?

But pick dare. Just trust.

Oh. Okay.

One of them days, huh?

Client, colleague, or partner?

Partners.

Stephen, Vince.

-Even Kathy gave me a side-eye.
-Damn.

I mean, clearly, this
isn't my first rodeo,

but this just feels different.

Like I'm being watched in a
way like they don't trust me.

Like, "don't slip up or else."

I mean, you would think that I've
built up enough trust by now, you know?

I mean, hell, my name
is on the building.

Hmm.

I-I am sure you are right
about being scrutinized.

But do you think it's
possible you may be,

you know, a little
more sensitive

because of your dad's
out-of-the-blue pop-up?

Like, it's affecting you
more than you realize?

Have you talked to him at all?

What? No.

And this isn't about
him. This is about work.

It just feels like the partners
are having doubts about me.

And I don't like that.

Well...

I think they're
being ridiculous,

and they don't
know what they got.

But you know who does? Mm-hmm.

This nigga right here.

Come here. You better come here.

Thank you.

This is Jax Stewart.

Mrs. Stewart,

this is Officer
Douglas with the LAPD.

Which client is this regarding?

Naima Stewart, your daughter.

She's been arrested and is in
custody down here at the station.

Naima!

I mean, stealing?
Skipping school?

I'll gather her belongings and
a few documents for you to sign,

then she'll be free to go.

It was a stupid dare.

Do you understand
the severity of this?

Do you?

You're only sitting
here and not behind bars

because you're my daughter
and I know people.

Naima, you are Black
and committed a crime.

This is not a game.

You need to start
talking. What happened?

Well, Simone, Brenda, and I wanted
In-N-Out, so we left during free period.

And on our way back to campus,
we stopped at the store,

and they dared me to
take a purse. I...

A-a-and where-where-where are
your friends Brenda and Simone?

I mean, they left when the
store clerk stopped me.

-I just...
-Yeah, right. Right.

Exactly. Some friends.

Okay. Okay.

Hmm. Listen to me, baby, okay?

This can go one of two ways.

Either this is a silly mistake

that we never have
to deal with again.

Or this is the
beginning of your movie,

where you go down a path

of allowing other people
to dictate your future,

and you end up right back here.

Either way, you're
on punishment.

-I'm sorry. I...
-Yeah, I bet.

Let's go.

"I'm sorry."

You think she
would be sorry now.

Ah! Okay, do you... Do you
hear the strings, though?

Yes, I do hear the strings.

-♪ Check it out ♪
-Oh, no, I'm okay. Thank you.

Is this, uh... Is this
normal for your brother?

Weed plus early 2000 hits
makes him dance sometimes.

Hmm.

-But, you know, actors can be... eclectic.
-Whoo!

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Baby, that thong ♪

He's a lot sometimes.

And, look, I know his lawyer
wanted somebody here to watch him,

but I promise you, you
don't have to be here.

I'll make sure he doesn't
get into any more trouble.

What, you think I wanna be here?

I am a man of adventure.
I belong on the streets.

Fine, but I don't want someone here
who's going to judge my brother, or me.

My job is babysitting a grown
man doing that to Sisqó,

so, no, I won't be judging you.

One second.

Daniel Kim, babysitter.

Hey, Daniel, what's
up with Ozzie?

He is currently having a dance
party of one in his room.

Looks crazy, but
nothing dangerous.

Okay, and how's his sister?

Protective and present.

As long as he's not posting
his dance party, we're good.

Let me know if anything changes.

Okay. Who's the best?

Hello?

-You're welcome.
-Shoplifting?

Oh, that sounds more
like Spenser than Naima.

-Mm.
-No offense.

Nah, hey, sadly,
you are not wrong.

And you still haven't
talked to your father?

Mom.

Should I take this?

You can leave it.

-Hi, Jax.
-Hmm?

Lu. Lewis.

Dad, what are you doing here?

I invited him.

I think it's a good idea
for us to break bread

while I explain a few things.

So, please, can we?

Thank you.

When Kevin moved to
Colorado a few months ago,

it made me think about my life,

probably because
I was alone again.

And I thought about everything
that happened with your father.

How much fun we had together
as friends during our marriage.

The only thing
that got in the way

of our happily-ever-after
was his addiction,

which is why Eddie is here.

Hold on. S-stop. Stop.

The last time Dad reached
out to me, you interfered,

saying that he was
not to be trusted.

But now that your
boyfriend moved away,

you want me to just let
him back into my life?

He deserves a chance to
have a relationship with you

and with, with
his grandchildren.

I didn't have the ability to
empathize with his situation then

because...

Well, you'll see when you get
older, your perspective changes.

So, now, I wanna give him
a chance for redemption

and to see what happens
when I'm not trying

to keep him from his family.

Wow.

Well, you weren't the only
one who kept Dad away.

Dad kept himself away.

You're right.

I don't wanna make any excuses.

Nor do I need to hear them.

I'm numb to your
excuses at this point.

My need for a father has faded.

I know you don't need me.

And, honestly, that
makes me happy.

I'm so proud of the
woman you've become.

The guilt I've felt for not being
in your life all these years,

I can't explain it, or
apologize enough for it.

But as much as I appreciate
your mother's empathy for me,

I'm not expecting any from you.

Kicking addiction is-is a, is
a journey, not a destination.

I'm just asking for you
not to give up on me

before I get to the
end of the road.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic
voice message system.

At the tone, please...

♪ Tryin' to get all of
my shit up in check ♪

♪ I could never be
a friend of a foe ♪

♪ But I fold at the sight
of an, "Are you up?" text ♪

♪ Now I know what
I gotta do next ♪

♪ 'Cause a nigga had
me moving obsessed ♪

-♪ True, yeah, and still I let it slide ♪
-♪ Slide, slide ♪

♪ Electric ♪

♪ Now I've got you
blocked like it's Tetris ♪

♪ And now I only get
it where the check is ♪

♪ Like look at all the
baggage I just dead lift ♪

♪ ...tell me what attached is ♪

♪ I guess I really went
and found my match, yeah ♪

♪ I ain't never gonna
let you bring me down ♪

♪ Down, down ♪

♪ 'Cause even when you
let me down, I'll... ♪

So, when you aren't camped out
in condos playing watchdog,

what lights your fire?

You look like someone
who has hobbies.

Plural.

Oh. Well, actually just one.

Um... horology.

Okay, that's either something
really nerdy or really creepy.

Okay, definitely the former.

It's the art of making, fixing,
collecting clocks and watches.

Oh, wow. Yeah.

Uh, how did you get into that?

Um, well, my, my grandfather.

He was actually a
brilliant watchmaker.

And when we'd go
visit him in Korea,

he would actually
take me to his shop,

uh, sit me down next to
him, take apart the watch,

and he'd just challenge
me to reassemble it.

Of, of course, I was, I was
horrible at it at first.

But he taught me, and...

eventually, I got
pretty damn good at it.

Wow.

Yeah.

Oh, wait, did you think it
was gonna be something creepy?

Uh, am I giving
off creepy vibes?

I was hoping it wasn't,

but there's a fine line

between downtown
grifter in a white van

and cute Silver Lake
nerd in a white Prius.

Oh, shit!

Uh, wait... What, what happened?

He overdosed.

-Should we call 911?
-I got it.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Jax, we've got a problem.

♪ Wait I think I'm
in too deep, yeah ♪

♪ Fuck it, fuck it,
I'll charge it ♪

Can somebody tell me how
the fuck this happened?

I thought he'd been
clean since rehab.

How the hell did he get pills?

Wait, rehab?

I wish I could
just make him stop.

He'll stop when he's dead.

Wow. Why would you say that?

Okay, stop for a second.

How long has Ozzie
been an addict?

Dr. Gardner, thank you.

Thank you again for
coming out so quickly.

It's been a long road for Ozzie.

-I'm always happy to help.
-Thank you.

With some rest, Ozzie
should recover soon,

uh, thanks to Kristin's actions.

Can I see him?

Yes, but only for a little bit.

Then try to let him sleep.

Doctor, I'm glad to know
that Ozzie is doing better,

but wouldn't you recommend
that he stay overnight

in a hospital to
monitor his recovery?

All that'll do is
bring bad press.

-None of which we need right now.
-Right.

What about what Ozzie needs?

Look, I'm not
dismissing your concerns

about how imperative it is
to protect Ozzie's image,

especially at this time,
but he almost died tonight.

So, I can get Ozzie help
without any media attention.

I've been doing this
for a long time.

Yeah, and so have we.

Isn't that right, Dr. Gardner?

Hmm.

Oh...

Uh, hey Jax. Hey,
Jax, I'm sorry.

Uh, I've gotta go to the
bathroom before you leave,

but I will download you on
everything, uh, later tonight.

Yeah.

Any chance those were
the rest of Ozzie's pills

you just flushed
down the toilet?

Thought I told you not to judge.

No, no, no, it's not a
judgment, it's a question.

Kind of a legal one, at that.

When Ozzie wants something,
he finds a way to get it.

He doesn't give a shit
about the who or the where.

Ozzie hadn't touched
a drug in years.

With all the shit that's
happening to him now,

it-it's too much.

He succumbed.

And now they're, they're cutting

fentanyl in everything
these days, so...

if I could at least
get him the drugs

from a source that
I know is legit,

then there's a much better
chance that he won't die.

Why do you have to do that?

Why don't you and your family
just get him the help he needs?

Hey, I've been in the
Ozzie Edwards business

a lot longer than you have.

Yes, I got him the pills.

But I was also the one
who then afterwards

went to the library
and got him the NARCAN,

so you can judge
me all you want...

but I kept him alive.

I'm doing my job.

Now you do yours.

Yo, Krystal, is, uh, Jax in?

Uh, she's in the
partners' meeting.

Uh, okay. I'll wait.

You're oddly quiet.

I am?

Yeah. And, low-key,
I'm uncomfortable.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You sure?

Okay, I met a girl,
and she's kinda cool,

but she's kinda nerdy,
and she's really pretty,

but she's also kinda mean, which
I know is a turn-on for most men

but not for me, nuh-uh.

I like a girl who says "thank
you" when I open the door

and "bless you" when
I sneeze, so, no.

But I don't know why I can't
stop thinking about her.

Oh, wow. This is fascinating.

Wait, why?

Well, because
usually you're all,

"Yeah, my girlfriend who I went out
with two times just ghosted me,"

but this time you actually
sound like a real human,

which means...

Oh, damn it. No, that
means I like her.

Why are you so mad? Who is she?

She's somebody that I
see a lot in my building.

I... If I make it
weird or awkward,

then I'm gonna have to see
her all the time, so...

-Hmm. Well, that makes sense.
-Yeah.

But love is a risk.
I say go for it.

It is not love, and-and-and
I'm not in love.

Okay, yeah, you're not.

-No, Krystal, I'm not in love.
-Okay.

Okay, you know what? I...

No, no. I'm... Just tell
Jax to call me, okay?

Alright.

Do not sing.

So, prosecution's
only eyewitness

completely shit the bag
in court the other day.

Either way, I'm feeling pretty good
that Mr. Fish will go home a free man.

Another win for BHS!

Great work, Kathy. Great work.

Jax, how's the
Edwards case going?

Um... since Friday?

Yeah. Any updates?

Well, there, there
is one, actually,

but it's a bit of
a private matter.

I didn't wanna bring it
up during the meeting.

But we can discuss it later.

Well, technically,

everything we discuss in
here is private, so...

Well, shit, now I gotta know.

I mean, sharing is
caring, am I right?

This isn't some gossip for
you to laugh about later

with your frat boys.

This is someone's life.

A life they've decided to
trust me with, in confidence.

So, no, Vince, when it
comes to me and my clients,

emphasis on the "my,"

sharing is, in fact,
the opposite of caring.

What makes you think you can
do whatever the fuck you want?

-I'm sorry, what?
-I said...

No, I, I heard
you, Kathy, loudly.

I'm just trying to figure
out what makes you think

you can talk to me like
that when I'm your superior.

-I can very easily have...
-Wait, let's just take

the temperature down
a little bit, ladies.

Kathy, apologize
for what you said.

Then, I'm sorry, but you're
gonna have to report to HR.

Yes, immediately.

Fine. I'm sorry, but I was just
saying what we all are thinking.

Wow. Is this true?

The fact that you think that
being the only Black woman...

actually, Black
person, in this room...

allows me to do whatever the
hell I want is truly delusional.

And to say it out
loud is diabolical.

You know, I continue to be
questioned about this case

despite the fact that
I bill more hours

than anyone in this room
at a higher hourly rate.

You know what?

I'm not gonna sit here and
tap dance in front of y'all.

If you have any questions,
check the firm's letterhead.

That should answer all
the questions you have.

♪ It's never what you say ♪

♪ Always what you see ♪

♪ It's never what you want ♪

♪ But always what you need ♪

♪ Won't you just walk my ♪

♪ Won't you just walk my ♪

♪ Won't you just walk my ♪

♪ Won't you just walk my way? ♪

Thank you for coming.

Ozzie.

Hi, I'm Dr. Owens.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Have you ever been to therapy?

Yeah.

Was there a specific reason?

Studio-mandated, after
an incident on set.

Oh, what kind of incident?

How long have you
been a therapist?

Almost 15 years.

Is that important to you?

It's just a question.

Okay, I see.

Ozzie, I know this
wasn't your idea,

but I'd like for you to look
at this as an opportunity.

An opportunity to do what?

To express how you're feeling.

Without judgment or ridicule
or fear of retribution.

This is a safe space.

Safe space.

Why do you find that funny?

-Well, because I don't believe you.
-Why is that?

Because there's no such
thing as a safe space.

I haven't been in a safe
space since I slept in a crib.

Is that because you became
famous at a young age

or because things
happened on set?

Uh, Dr. Owens, have
you ever seen my show,

My Cousins and Them?

A few episodes here and there.

Oh. So, what, are you
like one of those people

who, who doesn't
really watch TV?

Oh, no, I watch TV,
just not your show.

It's not personal,
it's just not my taste.

Oh, okay.

So, what is your taste?

Does that usually work for you?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

You were using charm to
deflect my questions.

Is it working?

No.

Tell me about the first
time you did drugs.

Um, well... it was gradual.

Not all at once.

Like, uh...

Like caffeine at eight years
old to stay awake to work.

Later that turned into
uppers, then the opposite.

You know, pills for
me to get to sleep.

There was always a
pill for something.

To be fun at
parties or whatever.

I was constantly handed pills.

Next thing I know, I'm
shooting myself with heroin.

And so began the cycle of rehab.

But you had been clean for some
time up until recently, right?

Yeah.

A little over two years.

When I met Wendy, she...

she pushed me to...

clean myself up.

And when we started
dating, she...

helped me stay clean.

God, I miss her.

So, I'm assuming that Wendy's
death made you start again.

Amongst other things.

When you're sitting in
the back of a police car,

charged with murder,
you start to...

you start to think about
the future... past.

Well, some things came up
for me that, uh, honestly,

I haven't thought
about in a long time.

Like what?

I spent a lot of time in places

and... situations that...

you know, a kid shouldn't be in.

Well, you start to wonder if...

some of the things that
happened should've happened.

I don't know.

And the drugs helped you not
dwell on those thoughts before?

Yeah.

Guess I blocked out
some of the wild things

that happened around adults
while I was on pills as a kid.

Are you saying that
you were abused?

See, abuse is, um...

It makes it sound
like it was all bad.

It was consensual.

And if I'm keeping
it a hundred...

I enjoyed it.

If the events that occurred

between an adult and
child were sexual...

then the imbalance of power
and your inability to consent

makes it sexual abuse,

and keeping it a
hundred, that is a crime.

Oh, good talking to you, Ozzie.

Hope to see you again.

Yeah, me too.

Ozzie, would you mind giving
me and Autumn a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Um...

Thank you... both.

So?

Girl, you were right.

He has some arrested
development,

but also, since he
did give his consent

-to share our session with you...
-Mm-hmm.

...he disclosed that he was
sexually abused as a child.

What?

-When?
-At 13.

By a woman over 30.

Oh, Jesus.

Did, did he say who?

No, but...

Jax, this young man is more
complicated than you can imagine.

He has the abuse but
also the drug addiction.

Hmm.

He's accused of
murdering his girlfriend,

and is about to start a very
public and arduous trial...

And, yet, he was still in
there trying to charm me.

Wow.

Well, do you think he has a, a,
a personality disorder, or...

I don't think so.

But he's very troubled, and he
has no one around him he trusts.

Except you.

-Well, that's good.
-Yeah.

Until he no longer
trusts you, and then...

There's no telling what
he does after that.

Hey! Let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Dad, stop.

What? You thought you were
gonna lay in bed for three days

just 'cause you got suspended?

I did homework for,
like, the past two days.

Why can't I just chill today?

Responsible girls can chill,

but jailbirds who are arrested when
they're supposed to be at school

get to do work
detail at my office.

Let's go.

♪ Rise, shine ♪

♪ Give God the glory, glory ♪

♪ Rise, shine ♪

That's right.

-♪ Give God the glory, glory ♪
-I'm up. Okay.

♪ Rise, shine, give
God the glory, glory ♪

Where's my fan? Here we go. Hey!

♪ Rise... ♪

♪ Shine, hey ♪

♪ Give God the
glory, glory, glory ♪

Let's go.

Bill.

Stephen, Vince.

I didn't realize you were
coming here for lunch.

Oh, we're not. We're
here to see you.

Got a minute?

You are clearly making
productive strides with Jax.

The other day at our partners' meeting,
she mentioned how helpful you were

with arranging Ozzie's arrest.

That's great, and surprising.

Oh, why do you say that?

Well, she keeps her cards close.

I still feel like I'm on a
need-to-know basis with her.

And that's what we wanted
to discuss with you.

You see, Jax's cards
are getting too close.

We need to see her hand
before she plays them.

Hmm. In poker, we'd
call that cheating.

Here's the thing.

There's, uh, there's
something big in the works.

Now, we can't divulge any
details at this time...

but it would be prudent of us

to have keen insight on
all of the equity partners,

'cause despite her being
worth the headache,

uh, and the money...

She can be a pain in the ass.

Precisely. Precisely, precisely.

So, it's-it's important
that she's not,

how should I say,
unnecessarily messy.

She has a history.

And it's not just Vince
and me that feel this way.

I mean, why do you
think Corey Cash left?

Okay.

How do I play into this?

Usually, Jax works with
someone on these big cases

that we've been able to talk to.

Tell us a little bit
more about how she thinks

and, uh, well, quite
frankly, how she wins,

'cause she's not exactly one
to share insights over drinks.

And with Corey and Rich gone,

this time around, that
person could be you.

I thought you said as long
as I buttered up to Jax

and got on her next case, that
would give me the experience

that I needed to make partner.

But this seems like you
want me to be a snitch.

Mm-mm-mm. No.

We want you to be partner.

The question you have
to ask yourself is...

what do you want?

Be a shame to have all
those Billable Bill hours

be for nothing.

I agree.

And I won't let you down.

Very good.

See you at the office, buddy.

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

So, what, what's up with you

and these new girls you've
been hanging out with?

I mean, they're cool.
They really like me.

It's just that it all happened
so fast, and I know it was dumb.

Listen, you don't need
anyone else's approval.

Just because they like to...

I know. I know. I-I get it,

but the only reason I even
started becoming friends with them

is because I cannot
stand Hattie anymore.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Ever since she joined
that new dance team,

she thinks she's all that,
but she's really not.

She just got her braces
off, and she's been doing

all these really weird
TikTok dances or whatever.

And she swears that she
had this huge glow-up.

And it's like, girly
pop, calm down.

And the tea is she
makes up all this stuff

to keep up with her new friends.

Like, she's such a liar.

And she had the nerve
to tell me this one lie,

which was, like,
seriously crazy work.

She said that when you
and Mom were separated.

That you got her mom pregnant,

and then that the baby that
died is actually your baby.

And she was like, "We're like sisters,
and that was your little brother."

Like, girl... Isn't that crazy?

Hmm.

Yeah.

-Why would she say that?
-I don't know.

I don't like when
people lie to me.

Especially when it's
about my family.

You know what? Can I get
some of that kombucha though?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Hey, Jax.
-Hey.

You good?

That's funny.

I was just sitting here asking
myself that very question.

What's up?

I've spent the last few days

trying to figure out why someone below
me would think it's okay to disrespect me

in front of my colleagues.

I mean, soft girl era is one thing,
but soft-ass bitch is another.

You're not giving
off soft-ass bitch.

Quite the opposite.

Uh, Kathy's just a... bitch.

Sorry. Now she's an
unemployed bitch.

As she deserves to be.

But I don't know, maybe
it's all this therapy,

but I'm wondering if it's me.

Or how I can blame
it on someone else.

Like my selfish mother
or my estranged father.

Always go with the daddy issues.

You know, Ozzie
OD'd the other day.

Fuck!

-Is he...
-He's okay.

I mean, he's not
okay, but he's alive.

Partners wanted an update, but it's
none of their fuckin' business.

It's important that our clients
know that they can trust us.

Uh...

-Our clients?
-Yes.

You're on my team, so it's
our clients, not theirs.

In other news, I had Ozzie
evaluated by a therapist.

Not just because
of the overdose,

but also, I like to know
who I'm dealing with,

so I know how to move.

I don't need to know
if he's innocent,

but what I do need to
know is that he could be.

Yeah, makes sense.

However, the one thing I
haven't figured out yet

is what to do about
his addiction.

My Spidey senses are telling me

he's not gonna make it through
this trial if he's sober.

And if he is not...

Maybe we should get him
drug tested regularly, too.

That'll stop these surprises.

I'm not mad at that.

Then at least we can
monitor that he's okay.

Do you know why I wanted
to work with you, Jax?

Because I'm the best.

-Well, to answer your question, yes...
-That wasn't a question.

Touché.

But, no, that's not why.

I was the old guy in law school.

Mid-30s, too old to be
invited to the cool parties,

too tired to even wanna go.

I didn't get the
cultural references

from these kids that were,
like, 10 years younger than me.

Everyone expected me to
either drop out or fail out.

But I did neither.

And I can tell you got people
thinking the same thing about you.

And yet, you're still here.

I mean, it's admirable.

Don't you think?

Or ridiculous.

But either way, I
appreciate your saying that.

Yeah. Good night, Jax.

You know, keep up
the good work, Bill.

You might make
partner after all.

Thank you for
returning my call.

So...

You wanted me to hear you out.

I'm here.

I thought about this
and, and even practiced,

and now I'm... speechless.

I, uh...

Fine, I'll go.

Your disease is not your fault.

I get that.

And maybe one day,
I can forgive you

for not protecting me when I
needed to be protected the most.

But right now, I need you to
know that if you fuck this up,

I'm not the one that's gonna
be hurt by it, you are.

So, if you are
deciding to know me,

then you have to commit
to that decision.

If you can't do that...

then you might as well
just say a few kind words,

put down that menu,
and keep it pushing.

For good.

Are we clear?

Yes, we are.

-Looks like we both had a day, huh?
-Hmm.

More than you know.

Hmm.

Hattie told Naima about Jaden.

What? How?

Hattie overheard her mom
talking on the phone about it,

and Hattie told Naima, who,
of course, didn't believe her,

because the news, to quote her,
was, "Seriously crazy work."

That's why Naima started hanging out
with her new shoplifting friends.

What did you say
after she told you?

Nothing. I mean, she seemed
to accept it as crazy, so I...

I just went with it.

I-I-I didn't know what to say.

I saw my dad today.

I think he's hiding
something from me.

I don't like it.

Which is why I think that we have
to tell the kids about Jaden.

I was afraid you
were gonna say that.

You know, it has to be
different with our kids, Lewis.

You know, between my dad and
seeing Ozzie and his shit,

I mean, these secrets,
whether they're big or small,

they only cause harm in the end.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe it was wishful thinking
that they wouldn't find out.

Spense comes home in two weeks.

Seems like the
best time to do it.

So, how you gon' tell 'em?

Nigga, stay unserious.

Mm... No, but for real,

it's gonna be okay.

And if it's not, we'll
figure that out, too.

Together.

Bill, what the fuck?

Oh, I'm sorry. I,
I just wanna talk.

No, I need you to leave.

Kendra. Well, at least
let me see the kids.

This is ridiculous.

Only to you, Bill.

Good night.

♪ Pain, hurt, sadness
and loneliness ♪

♪ Balled all that
shit right up ♪

♪ Tossed it away to
the bottomless pit ♪

♪ And the part of
my mind that slips ♪

♪ And the part of
my mind so sick ♪

♪ I don't even like
to take that trip ♪

♪ Unless I'm sloppy drunk ♪

♪ I pray for my mom ♪

♪ How a teach' had a son that never
gave a fuck about a scantron ♪

♪ All I wanted was to
be a human being... ♪

-Hey Jax, what's up?
-Hey.

I have a theory about Ozzie.

I think he was home the
night Wendy went missing,

but I don't think he was alone.

Ozzie was clean
for over two years.

If the first time he did
drugs was that night, then...

Someone brought him the drugs.

Someone that had something to
lose if connected to the case.

Mm-hmm.

Could be the sister, but I
have to do some more digging.

No, I feel like she
would've come forward.

She loves her brother too much
to let him drown in all this

without a viable alibi.

I think it has to be someone
who doesn't wanna be known.

Someone who cares more
about their own secret

than protecting Ozzie's future.

Okay, but who do you
think they could be?

Where the fuck have you been?

Busy. What, you run
out of your stash?

Look, I'm, I'm done
with all that now.

Yeah, you mean till next time.

Okay, listen, I need
you to come forward

and tell everyone
that you were with me.

Well, that means I
have to tell the truth.

And I'm not doing that, my guy.

So, after everything
that I've done for you,

this is how you act?

This ain't My
Cousins and Them...

and you ain't number one on
the call sheet, my nigga.

So, fuck your alibi.

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