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Peter: Michael amended his will two months ago.

I'm sure you understand this sets off alarm bells.

$500,000 was left in the name of Chelsea Rayne.

Are you Chelsea Rayne?

(breathing heavily)

Jack: Can I ask you something?

- Will you tell me the truth? - Sure.

What's your real name?

It's Annabel.

Ana: I'm really happy we finally get to meet you.

Jack's been talking about you for weeks.

(cell phone vibrating)

- Hello? - Jack: I miss you already.

How did you get this number?

What's the problem?

Uh, someone sent you this.

I do not want you in my life, Jack.

Never call me again!

Learn this guy's face. He's the devil.

My client is suing the shit out of his client.

David: It's not going to trial. I got it.

I will make sure it is not going to trial.

Simon: Tell me what my choices are.

I wanna hear you say it.

I'm gonna go. I'm leaving your money on the table.

Christine?

Who the fuck are you?

Tomorrow you're gonna call Peter Gramercy.

And you're gonna tell him that you're disclaiming

any and all interests in Michaels Cilic's estate.

If you don't make this call,

everyone will find out what you really do for a living.

(hair dryer whirring)

My clients would literally kill for your hair.

I hope they wouldn't literally kill anyone.

(cell phone vibrating)

- Sorry, ljust... - Okay.

- Yes? - Martin: Peter Gramercy's office

just sent over a disclaimer request.

I could probably get you the money...

Okay, so do that.

But they say they have enough to prove prostitution.

- Excuse me, ljust... - 0h.

Martin: I insisted on a gag clause.

The money will be held in escrow for a year.

If they breach it, try to out you,

it'll render this agreement null and void

and they'll have to pay you the money.

Fine. But what is their case against me?

"Hi, we hired some asshole

to solicit sex from a top-notch law student

with no record, who turned him down.

Can you arrest her?"

I mean, yes, they can. It doesn't matter what the truth is.

They have money. They're angry.

- They will smear you, dear. - Please don't call me "dear."

I'd sign it.

Fuck you, Martin!

Hey, don't get mad at the messenger.

He left the money for me!

You know what we gotta do? Find you a boyfriend.

You're not funny.

I'm just juggling a lot right now.

So is every other student.

But I'm particularly concerned about your recent attendance,

or lack thereof.

I'm allowed three absences.

I don't understand why there's cause for alarm.

You're up to three already.

It's not like you, that's all. I'm just making sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

Well, I'm glad to hear you're fine,

but if you miss one more class, you'll have to take the course over.

I got it under control, I know what I'm doing.

Okay. Well, as long as you're aware.

Now, soon after, frustrated with the process,

he drafts a new summary, which then...

Well, what does he do next, Christine?

He needs someone to sign.

Someone?

Uh, a-a qualified...

Well, there's a name for it.

- Justin. - POSITA.

Now, what does that mean, Christine?

Person of Ordinary Skill in the Art.

Correct. So, our client uses a POSITA,

who, in this case, happens to also be his buddy...

Christine!

Just wanna talk.

Look-look, I miss... I miss you.

This is weird for me, too.

But you've given me no other option here.

This is not an option.

Yeah, well, you-- you're not returning my phone calls,

my-my emails,

my-my text messages.

I-l feel like you've...

you've painted me into a corner here,

you pushed me into a corner, and that's-that's why I came here.

I'm sorry, I don't know you.

Christine, don't-- Look...

Don't go, don't...

Look, ljust... I want to talk, okay?

- (engine starts) - Turn the car off, I want to talk.

I just want to talk! I want to talk!

You fucking piece of shit!

You fucking dick!

Back me into a fucking corner!

You wanna play victim, you fucking dick?

lwill fuck you up!

(line ringing)

Hi, you've reached Ana.

Can't get to the phone, so leave me a message.

- Thanks. - (beeps)

Hey, Ana, it's Annabel. Finally calling about lunch.

Um, ljust wanted to know if you're available tomorrow?

Call me back on my cell phone, um...

or text me, either way.

All right, thanks.

I feel weird talking to you about Jack

because, obviously, you and I don't know each other very well.

But I would not do this

if I didn't have to.

I'm sure this is uncomfortable for you,

because, obviously, you're very close to Jack and I'm his...

ex-girlfriend...

essenflaHy.

Sure, okay.

But I...

ljust... I...

ljust want you to check on him and see if he's okay.

I would call him, but l-l, honestly,

don't feel comfortable calling him.

To be completely honest, I feel scared to call him.

|-- I don't think he would do anything to you.

I wish I could agree with you.

I still don't understand what he did that was so alarming.

You need to do what you need to do, but...

I don't want to put you in the middle of this.

I feel terrible.

ljust...

ljust would like you to talk to him

because his behavior needs to stop.

He's threatening me.

And disrupting my life.

And I don't want to have to get legal about it.

Because that would break my heart.

- (music playing) - (breathing heavily)

Woman: Hi there.

Um, that'll be $55.26.

- Was this in yesterday? - Yeah, yesterday.

(music playing)

How much it is? $55...

Uh, $55.20...

- Here's $60, keep the change. - Oh, thank you.

(motorcycle passing)

(horn blowing)

(footsteps in distance)

(sighs)

(siren in distance)

- (playing guitar) - (singing in Spanish)

(giggling)

(guys laughing)

Hey!

Who's your friend back there?

(laughs)

Lick him.

You're sick.

- You have excellent cheekbones. - Thanks.

Hi.

What's your name?

Okay.

What are you doing?

(man exhales sharply)

Don't talk.

(breathing heavily)

(man breathing heavily)

(man groans)

Shit!

(chatter)

(music playing)

Christine?

- I was just leaving. - Yeah, I can see that.

You look nice.

Yeah, I was just meeting some of my friends here,

having a drink.

Right.

What are you actually doing here?

- I could ask you the same question. - What?

Are you following me?

I was having lunch with my friends.

Stop. I don't have time for this shit.

I saw who you were sitting with.

You need to think twice

before entertaining childish conspiracy theories.

- Is that a threat? - I'm just saying

it would be in your best interest not to mention

a coincidental meeting between two friends.

Clear?

Hope you had a nice brunch.

(tapping on cell phone)

(line ringing)

Man: I'm at the third table from the entrance on the right.

I'm wearing a pin stripe suit, and admittedly, I'm at a loss--

I'm so sorry, Scott, I'm gonna have to cancel our date.

- This is very unprofessional. - I know, I'm so sorry.

Something actually came up last minute.

- (recording beeps) - David: It's not going to trial.

I got it.

I will make sure it is not going to trial.

Our deal still stands.

Checks go to QUORTA.

It's not going to trial. I got it.

I will make sure it is not going to trial.

Our deal still stands.

Checks go to QUORTA.

It's not going to trial. I got it.

I will make sure it is not going to trial.

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

Um, so ljust-- I got a call from I.T.

They noticed that my password was being used

on multiple computers at the same time, so...

Okay.

- Yeah... - Well, I need more time.

I'm just trying to find the files that you can't find.

- Yeah, I-- - Kayla, I'm trying to help you.

Well, don't, okay? 'Cause I don't want to lose myjob.

So... don't use my password.

- Fine. - Okay.

Skip wants to see you. He's not happy.

- You wanted to see me? - (sighs) Uh..

why did you change my language in the Eisner application?

You told me to err on the side of caution.

Our client's Claim 15 seemed dangerously close

to CME's already existing patent.

"Seemed"?

I asked you to run a simple clearance search

verifying facts, not opinions.

Our client isn't paying us for your opinion.

It was a suggestion. I noted that in the margins.

Next time, keep them to yourself.

(chatter)

- (knocks on door) - (door opens)

Woman: Christine Reade.

- Do you have time? - Okay.

You can go in.

- Look, I know we're not friends. - Of course, we're friends.

Great, we're friends.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

- About David? - Is this personal?

Yes... No, no.

Um, I have-- I haven't talked to anyone about this

because it could open Kirkland up to a malpractice suit.

Um, you're heading XHP now, so I thought I'd tell you.

David's intentionally throwing the XHP case.

That's a very serious accusation.

It's not an accusation.

- What's this? - Play it.

David: It's not going to trial. I got it.

I will make sure it is not going to trial.

Our deal still stands.

Checks go to QUORTA.

I have more.

Like what?

You should talk to the opposing counsel.

To Ben Holgrem.

(music playing)

Come in.

Have a seat.

She knows about QUORTA.

- Hi, Mom. - Christine, hi. Is this a good time?

Uh, not really. What is it?

A man just called the house, asking for you.

He wouldn't leave his name or number.

- He said it was urgent. - Did he say what it's about?

No, but he asked if I was your mother.

Well, what did you say?

Well... I didn't tell him anything.

I don't know who this person is.

- And he didn't he say who he was? - No.

Did you ask?

Of course. I'm not stupid, Christine!

(rustling)

I'm sure it was fine. I don't think there's anything to worry about it.

It's probably just like a sales call or something.

Okay. Thought you'd want to know.

I don't think there's anything to worry about it.

- I'm gonna call you back. - Okay.

(music playing)

(car alarm blaring)

What are we going to do about her?

I don't think she has much.

If she did, she would've gone straight to the police already.

Not if she wants leverage.

Leverage for what?

I don't think she's that smart.

Look, I don't have a dick.

And Ben's not dumb enough to dip his into some crazy, bitch intern.

I'm not going to prison.

He's not going to prison.

By all means, if you'd like to, David...

Maybe it'll all just blow over.

Shut up, Ben.

Christine.

Come by my office, we'll finish our talk.

Okay.

David: I really don't think we should shy away from Heron.

They're offering 30% equity.

The profit margins could be huge.

And what if they're not profitable?

How soon can we terminate their contract?

Six months after the application's approved.

Six months?

Think about it.

(phone ringing)

Skip Hadderly's office. This is Christine Reade.

Jack: What did you tell Ana, you fucking cunt?

(sighs)

(phone rings)

Susan, will you set up lunch this week

- with, uh, in-house at Heron? - Mm-hmm.

- Include Tariq Barr. - Okay.

- Anything else? - No, that's it, thank you.

(music playing)

Jack on recording: Take it in all the way.

You like getting paid for sex, don't you?

It turns you on, getting paid.

(Jack breathing heavily)

- Say it. - Christine: It turns me on!

(Jack grunting)

- (whispers) What the... - Take it in all the way.

You like getting paid for sex, don't you?

It turns you on, getting paid.

- Say it. - It turns me on!

(Jack grunting)

(theme music playing)