All language subtitles for The.Good.Fight.S02E10.720p.WEBRip.x264-TBS-HI

♪ ♪

(elevator chimes)

(elevator chimes)

(elevator chimes)

Well, what do you want me to do?

I can't do everything at once.

I can't.

Solomon Waltzer,

I'm here to see Diane
Lockhart and Adrian Boseman.

Oh, they'll just be a minute.

Look, I only have two hands.
What do you want me to do?

Balloons,
for Lucca Quinn.

Uh, leave them there.

(laughs softly)

Mr. Waltzer.

Lemond Bishop.

You assisted on one of my cases
a few years back.

Yes, Mr. Bishop.

(chuckles)

Yeah, how are you?

Uh, things are,
uh, not bad.

They're returning to normal.

I've, uh, taken up golf.

(laughing):
Oh.

I wish I could.

The knees.

That's why God created
golf carts.

(both chuckle)

Can you hear me? Hello?

Ian. No, I'm off the elevator
now, I just...

Right, and how's he doing?

Yes, thanks for asking.

He's getting married to...

LIZ:
Uh...

Sorry. No, I...
No, I was just saying

that I-I think
what Malcolm needs

is just a little more, uh...

uh... what in the hell?

Uh, no, I'm s-sorry.

S-Something at work.

(stammers)
Let me, let me call you back.

What is... what is going on?

Drawing up a prenup.
Are you serious?

With Colin Sweeney?

He murdered two of his wives.

One, and he was found innocent.

What is going on
with this place?

SWEENEY:
Shut the fuck up.

No, you shut the fuck up.

You're crazy.

Who is more of a threat to whom?

Oh...
Not I.

Have I ever hit you?

You hit me all the time.
No, I spank you.

There's a big difference,
and you like it.

NAFTALI: Don't flatter yourself.
Okay, okay.

Let's just calm this down.

You tell your client
to calm this down.

I'm about ready to say "fuck
your prenup." Whoa, whoa.

Now, we've settled
all of the big issues here.

Equitable distribution,

that is huge...
No, I not agree to that.

You did... you see
what I'm up against?

She's nuts. She'll
be the death of me.

If you're lucky.
(phone chimes)

God, and she's like a drug.

I hired a lawyer.

You what?
SWEENEY: What?

Yeah, for this
and the other case.

The foreign bullshit.

Foreign corrupt practices.
Naftali...

Hmm? That is a very
complicated case.

You really should
let us handle it.

No, my new lawyer.

He wants to meet us
at his office now.

(knocking on door)

Solomon is here.

Okay, I've got another one.

Oh, come on.

This is not funny.

Who is doing this? Marissa?

No, I don't think so.
Is it the partners?

Because I already said
I don't want a shower.

Look, this one came with a note.

Give it here.

"Congratulations
on your non-shower."

"Your non-shower"?
Who writes like that?

Could you pass me my cell?

(phone vibrating)

Lucca, they called me in.
Wait, what?

LUCCA:
Did you send me balloons?

I don't know,
do you have balloons?

Colin.

I have 84 balloons.
What?

There are 84 balloons
in my office.

MARISSA:
Oh, my God.

Someone's overdoing it.

And make that 96.
Lucca,

I sent you one set
of balloons, that's it.

I don't know
who's sending you the rest.

They're all from you... look,
could you just call

"Balloon Bouquet Express,"
and tell them to stop?

I think there's been a mix-up.

Colin, we're ready for you.

Lucca, I have to call you back,
they're telling me right now

whether I'm the Democratic
nominee.

Right now?

Yep, I'll call you back.

So, here we all are.

Small talk's over with,
and we have

no cases outstanding
against each other,

so what can we do
for you, Sol?

The Chicago PD case,
you did well.

Well, thank you, Sol.

You didn't give up.

We're young and scrappy.
(Diane laughs)

Yes, you are.

I want to consider a merger.

Of our firms?

Yes.

You're the whitest white-shoe
law firm in Chicago.

Why would we want
to merge with you?

For security and legacy.

We have offices in
Washington and London,

you'd have your
pick of clients,

all the prerogatives
of senior partners.

And why us?
You beat me.

(chuckles)

I'm not used to being beaten.

No.

You just got written up
in the Sun-Times

about your lack
of African-American lawyers,

and clients.

I believe
they said you were...

"hypocritical"?

You're buying diversity, Sol.

Yes.
Ah.

And I'm willing to pay for it.

DIANE:
We join you,

how do we not become
the minority lawyers?

Contractual language.

I want that
not to happen.

You think I'm
being hypocritical.

I'm not.

I want what you want.

A firm that reflects
the makeup of America.

And if I have to
pay to do that,

I'm willing.

(excited chatter)
Okay, okay, okay.

All right, wait.
What Diane just said

about losing your identity...
Just wait.

Wait! I'm sorry.

One at a time, I'll go first.

"One at a time,
I'll go first."

Seriously? What kind
of leadership is that?

I was in the meeting.

You weren't even there, Julius.

Oh, whose fault was that?
I was available.

Can I make
a proposal, please?

Solomon runs
the biggest law firm

in the Midwest.
He's offering us all

equity partnerships.

He will guarantee

we will not be swamped...
All right,

how does he guarantee that?

ADRIAN: We'll
have off-ramps

after the first year,
and after the second year.

Yeah, but we don't

own our lawyers.

We don't own our clients.

Yeah. So let's talk
about our clients.

What I mean is,

even if we decide
to go independent,

even if we make that choice,

our clients may not follow us.

Yeah, I mean, clients
like Lemond Bishop,

the top drug dealer
in Chicago.

What?

I was coming to work today,

on the phone
with my police captain husband,

and what do I see in reception?

Lemond Bishop?

This is a man who is responsible
for threatening

my family.

Threatening my son in preschool.

Lemond Bishop has been
our client for a year now.

Why didn't I know this?

Well, we don't advertise
it, and we only assist

his personal attorney with bigger cases.
Okay, then,

in the conference room,
I see Colin Sweeney,

who's killed what, uh,
two of his wives?

One, and he was found not guilty.
ADRIAN: Liz, Liz.

This is not the subject, Liz.
No, no, no.

We were just arguing
about losing our identity

to Solomon Waltzer.

What is our identity?

What are we becoming?

Defense attorneys.
Bullshit.

Even defense attorneys
draw the line.

Well, why are we drawing
the line at my clients?

ADRIAN: Okay. I mean, what
about the double homicide,

what about
the union boss?

Wait, wait, wait, no, no, no...
(all arguing)

Ladies, let's not get in...

(all arguing)
Okay, hold on. Wait!

ADRIAN:
Okay!

I am really late
for a prenup negotiation.

This is what I'll say.

Let's meet back here at 6:00,
and we will hash this out.

Is this your prenup
with Colin Sweeney?

The man's a client, Liz.

Mm. Now, we can talk
about getting rid

of him later,
if we need to.

I'll be back
in two hours.

(ringtone plays)

Yes?

Yep. I am on my way,
Mr. Sweeney.

Do we have a problem?

I didn't think so.

You're late, and I'm here,
with this demon.

I am not a demon.

And now she's a demon
with a lawyer.

ADRIAN:
I warned you,

Mr. Sweeney,
it would only be so much time

before she got her own attorney.

Oh, God.

Now we're back at square one.

No, no, no, no.

We already have lots
of language in place,

Mr. Sweeney.
Yeah, they can rip it up,

but they won't.

They won't? Why?
(gunshot)

Adrian, I need
to get on with this.

I downed a little
blue pill recently,

so the clocking is running.

N'est-ce pas?

I've been shot, Mr. Sweeney.

Call 911?

911? Please.

Don't believe that nonsense.
I'm serious.

I've had
the seven-hour erection.

I'm serious.
I am, too.

Signing a prenup for me
has always been

such an aphrodisiac...
I'm serious.

Call 911.

I've been shot.
What?

I've been shot.

Call... I need an ambulance.

What are you talking about?
I've been shot!

Oh! Oh, my...

Just, yeah...
Um...

Hello? Uh, there's-there's
been a shooting.

Reddick, Boseman & Lockhart,
we're on the 23rd floor.

I-I don't know.
Send an ambulance.

There's been an emergency...
someone's been shot.

Right away.
MARISSA: Mr. Boseman.

Is it because I'm a woman?

Marissa.
You're interviewing men

to replace Jay. I'm here.

I thought I was doing a
good job as an investigator.

Marissa.
No, I just want to know

why I'm not being given a chance
to be the sole investigator.

I've been shot.

Call 911!

I did. They're asking
what happened.

A bullet to the chest,
we need paramedics now.

This is life
and death.

Hold this to your chest, Adrian.

Hold it. Where
is the shooter?

On the floor?

The elevator.

Come on, come on.

(elevator chimes)
(gasping)

Oh. Dear God, not more.

Go down the hall

and get Diane and Liz, tell
them Boseman has been shot.

This is my first day.

They're the partners
at the end of the hall.

Tell them Boseman has
been shot, now. Okay.

MARISSA: Security, we've
had a shooting here.

It was someone on the
elevator just a minute ago,

so stop anyone
who's coming down.

Hold them.

No, this is not a drill, do it.

Adrian Boseman has been shot.
The shooter was on the elevator.

Adrian?
Are paramedics coming?

MARISSA:
Yes. No, don't... no,

don't shut down the elevators,
we have paramedics coming!

LIZ:
Let me hold it.

Tell security to
meet them out front.

I got shot. No, no, no.
You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be just fine.

(weakly):
I need to do better.

You're doing great.

Look at me.

Look at me, Adrian.

Look at me, just
look in my eyes...

I'm right here.
I am right here, okay?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(filtered breathing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

I'm going with him.
Not in the ambulance.

No, I'm his wife.

You'll still have
to follow, ma'am.

DIANE:
Adrian,

I'll meet you at the hospital.

♪ ♪

(distant siren wailing)

(whispering):
Oh, God.

(elevator chimes)

(elevator chimes)

Where's the victim?

At the hospital.
Or heading for the hospital.

I'm not sure which.

Were you a witness
to the shooting?

Yes. I mean, no.

I was here, but
I-I didn't see...

There were a lot of calls. IAN: I
want to speak to Liz Lawrence.

Reddick? Oh, she went
to the hospital, too.

Hi. I'm Marissa Gold,
the investigator here.

Adrian Boseman was shot
in the chest.

He was still conscious
when he left

and he said there was
an assailant in the elevator.

Description?
He didn't have one.

I called down to have
security stop anyone

who was leaving the elevators.
IAN: We'll need this floor cleared

and I'll need those
elevators locked.

Arlo, you talk to
security downstairs.

See if there's any
security footage.

ARLO:
Yes, sir.

Because I like
canoes, kay-aks.

Kayaks, you simpleton.

Okay. "Kayak." So much better.
Mm-hmm.

Put that in the contract.
"Don't call me simpleton."

I want that
in the contract.

SWEENEY: No, what you
want is to kill me.

You want to get me in a kay-ak
and kill me. Okay, okay.

Mr. Boseman,
I'm at the law firm

and it's getting
pretty heated here.

Do you want me to just
reschedule for tomorrow?

Where is he? Will you
give me a call, please?

Why am I facing
this nightmare on...

She's thinking
a two-hour surgery.

How bad?
I don't know.

A collapsed lung,
but we'll know more soon.

Here we are again.

What do you mean "again"?

The chemical scare
and this.

The chemical scare
wasn't real.

I need your client list.

Look, we're investigating,
but the shooter

was in the elevator.

The crime scene had hundreds
of people moving through it

and more people riding
up and down in it.

The surveillance cameras?
None in the elevator

and the lobby cam didn't
pick up anyone unusual,

but again, we don't know
who we're looking for.

If we knew...
Attorney-client privilege.

Attorney-client privilege
is not a suicide pact.

Look, whoever shot Adrian

wanted to kill him and Adrian
is alive, so this isn't over.

All right. Let us talk about it.

That's all I ask.

Listen, we can't do that.

We don't know if the shooter
was one of our clients.

Adrian was on TV.
It could be anyone who saw him.

They need some place
to start, Diane.

And without that list,

this is a needle
in a haystack.

We are officially prohibited

from giving our list
to the police.

Right. "Officially."

No.

LANDAU:
(laughs) There he is.

Hey, thanks.
Thank you, thank you.

Colin, you're our
man. (Laughs)

I'm flattered, Frank.
All right.

Well, just don't
take it for granted.

Even though Democrats have
always won in the first.

These are strange times.

Well, I'm gonna go out there
and kick some butt.

Great. That's why we chose you.

All right. Thanks.

Thank you.

Um, your girlfriend,
Lucca...

Yeah? ...She works
at Reddick/Boseman.

The law firm, right?

Yes. Why? Well, I don't
mean to unnerve you,

but I just got a text
there's been a shooting there.

I'm sorry, what?

A shooting. A friend
on another floor

says, "Paramedics are
taking someone away."

Uh, wh-who?

He didn't say.
You should call her.

Uh, yeah. I, uh, yeah,
I, uh, excuse me.

I-I'm sure everything's
all right.

(line ringing)

FEMALE VOICE: Your call has been
forwarded... Come on. Hey, I'm all right.

To an automated
voice-messaging system.

Lucca Quinn is not available.

At the tone,
please record your message.

Hey, Lucca... When you finish
recording, you may hang up or press one

for more options. Hey.
Yeah, hey, thanks.

Lucca, I just heard...
To send a numeric page,

press three and the pound sign.
Page?

Come on. Come the fuck on. To send a
fax, press four and the pound sign.

To leave a callback number, press five
and the pound sign... Hi. Thanks, guys.

Or stay on the line
to leave your message.

When you finish recording...

(line ringing)
(stammers)

MALE VOICE:
You have reached

Reddick, Boseman, Lockhart
& Associates.

After the tone,
please leave a message.

To send a numeric page, press three.
Christ.

To send a fax, press four.

(horn honking)

(tires screeching)

MALE VOICE:
Has the rat race got you down?

Do you dream of spotless beaches
and cool breezes?

If you act now, we have a
once-in-a-lifetime offer. Come on.

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

For a trip to Belize.

All you have to do is...

Has the rat race got you down?

What the fuck? Come on!
(horn honks)

Lucca.

I'm awake. I'm awake.

More balloons?
You're okay.

Yeah. I'm just trying
to take a nap.

Why?

You don't know what's going on?
What do you mean?

(ringtone playing)

Hey. Mrs. Reddick.

Uh, I need
our latest client list.

Sure. You want me to
call Julius for it? No.

No. Do you have access to it
yourself?

I should on my computer.

Would you e-mail it to me?

Yeah. Right away.

(laughing): What?

(phone chimes)

This is unofficial.

Yes.
Husband and wife.

Yes.

The world's gone crazy.

Mm.

I can't remember
when it was sane.

My daughter says the same thing.

She's a journalist.
USA Toda.

She can't remember a time when
reporters weren't screamed at

or spat upon or targeted.

And that's after two years.

What will it look like
two years from now?

(chuckles softly)

Well, you're a font of optimism.

One has to remember normal

or every new outrage will be
absorbed and accepted.

I studied medicine.

It's Wilder's law
of initial value.

You have to know how a body acts
unaffected by stimuli

so you can judge the stimuli.

What good is judgment if you
can't do anything about it?

What's the good of eyesight
if you have nothing to look at?

I think we're gonna need
some time

to discuss
your proposal, Sol.

Don't worry about that.

That's not why I'm here.

I like Adrian.

I just want to make
sure he's well.

(phone vibrating)

Oh, excuse me.

Hello?

LESTER: Diane, I'm here
with five unexpected visitors.

Mr. Lester?

Yes, and I'm speaking to you
from Lemond Bishop's house

where five representatives
of the Chicago Police Department

have forced their way in

and are insisting
on questioning him.

About what?

About a shooting at your office.

They're insisting

Mr. Bishop qualifies
as a "person of interest."

Put them on the line.

Mr. Bishop's lawyer...

(sighs) They're, uh,
declining the invitation.

Look, I was under
the distinct impression

that who is and
who is not a client

is considered
privileged information.

Am I mistaken in that belief?

No, and I don't know how
they found out he was a client,

but I'm on my way.

Please tell Lemond not to say
anything until I get there.

Believe it or not, I knew that.

(horn honking)

No, but I need you to help me
with Lemond Bishop.

The police are questioning him.

Wait. Diane.
I'm trying to catch up.

Where is Adrian?
He's still in surgery,

but the police are already
questioning Bishop

about his shooting.

Oh, my God. Did Bishop...?
No.

I mean, I don't know,
but that wouldn't make sense.

Listen, we're shorthanded

and we need to put up
a good show for Bishop.

Yeah. I got it.

I'm on my way.
COLIN: What do you mean?

You're on your...
where are you going?

Um, a client's house.
I'm okay.

You're going to Lemond Bishop's.
I heard. Colin, I'm okay.

It's sweet you rushed here,
but I'm okay.

Lucca, he's the top killer
in Chicago.

No, he's not. He's out
of prison. He's going straight.

Oh, my God. Are you crazy?
How can you be so naive

about your own clients and so
cynical about everything else?

I have to go.

No, no, no. Lucca.

The person that shot, that shot
your boss is still out there.

It could be Bishop.

That's not Bishop.

That's not what he does.

Yeah, he just hires other
people to kill for him.

Colin, I have
to do my job,

the same way
you have to do yours.

Okay, all right.

Then I'm coming with you.

No. You're not.

I'm not your property.

You're not my husband.

Then what am I
to you, Lucca, huh?

I don't know.

I really don't.

I need you to push all
of Adrian's cases and meetings

just until Friday.

JULIUS: Are the doctors
being that optimistic?

No, but we will deal with it
on Friday.

We have to appear optimistic.
(phone beeps)

Listen, that's my call-waiting.

Okay. Keep me in touch.

Hello?
MAIA: Oh, my God, Diane.

I can't get ahold of anyone.
Is it true?

Yes, but I'll have
to call you back.

No, no.
I'm at the Sweeney prenup.

They want to continue.

All right. Just tell them
we will be in touch on Friday.

Hey. It's Sweeney time.

Diane, Sweeney wants
to do it alone.

Maia, I need you
to take care of this.

I will call you in an hour.

Adrian Boseman is
in the hospital.

There was a shooting.

Okay, this is a trick.
This is a lawyer trick.

I don't even know
why that matters.

You can sign this prenup
right now, Mr. Sweeney.

Yes, unless you want
to be a little girl.

Oh, my God,
when she says that...

No, sir.
We are not signing this.

Why? You're not a lawyer.
You're the coffee girl.

I am Mr. Sweeney's lawyer,

and we object
to the kayak exception.

Why? It's a small matter.

All of Mr. Sweeney's fortune
goes to Ms. Amado

if Sweeney is killed
in a kayak accident?

Are you serious?

What? I'm not going to kill him.

How many times
do I have to say it?

(doorbell rings)

I'm not sure why I'm
being treated this way.

This will be
dealt with quickly.

Ms. Lockhart.

Captain.

Mr. Bishop, your name is listed

as an officer
in Downstate Movers,

a company associated...
DIANE: No. No.

You gained entry
into Mr. Bishop's house

on the basis of an
ongoing investigation.

Is that what they
told you, Mr. Lester?

LESTER: Correct.
All right.

I will permit you to ask
Mr. Bishop questions

only if they directly relate
to that investigation.

Where were you at 11:00 a.m.
today, Mr. Bishop?

At Reddick, Boseman, & Lockhart.

The law firm where
Adrian Boseman was shot?

Yes. I had a meeting with
Mr. Boseman, then I left.

So you were at the firm
40 minutes before the shooting?

I don't understand
the theory here.

Do you think he went there
in order to case the joint?

What was the meeting about? No. We're asking
Mr. Bishop not to answer that question

due to attorney-client
privilege.

Are there any firearms
in the house?

We're asking Mr. Bishop
not to answer that question.

It's irrelevant
to your investigation.

You think firearms
in the house is irrelevant?

I think the relevant question
you're looking for

is did Mr. Bishop use firearms
to shoot Adrian Boseman.

What about narcotics?

We're asking Mr. Bishop
not to answer that question.

Ms. Lockhart, we are trying to
find out who shot your partner.

No, you are using this
investigation in order

to intimidate Mr. Bishop
because he's the one

that got away.

You have legitimate
questions, ask them.

If not, stop
wasting our time.

OFFICER: All right,
everyone out.

(car doors closing)

(car engine starts)

Fix this, Diane.

I came back to you because
we did good work together,

but this is not okay.

How did they even know
I was a client?

I don't know,
but we will fix this.

I had nothing to do
with Boseman.

And this puts a bull's-eye
on my back.

We will take it off.

How many months?

Uh, eight, sir.

They grow up so fast.

Cherish every moment.

So this Captain Lawrence
is married

to one of your partners,
isn't he?

Liz Reddick has nothing to do
with your account. I do.

Yes, Chinese walls.

I know.

In my experience,
Chinese walls are porous.

(phone vibrates)
Uh, excuse me.

Uh, Maia, sorry, uh,
this is not a good time.

Sweeney just got a call
from the police.

They want to question him.

Shit. Where is Sweeney
supposed to go?

First district,
in an hour.

No, tell Captain Lawrence
we'll do it in our offices.

How did you know
it was Captain Lawrence?

Wild guess.

I mean, the police are just
pursuing their own agenda.

I should
call Dipersia.

If he knew what was going on,
he would come back.

Right, he would.

Why'd you leave
your last firm?

I'd been there too long.
You know, you get stale.

Well, we're looking
for diversity,

and we need someone
who'll start immediately.

(phone vibrating)
You need to get that?

Do you mind? It's a friend
who's about to give birth.

Oh, my God, no.
No, answer, answer.

Lucca, are you
all right?

LUCCA: It's not me.
It's Boseman. He's been shot.

What?
He's in surgery at Harbour.

They think he'll
be all right, but...

Oh, my God. What happened?

Someone came to the firm.
We don't know who.

And the police aren't helping.

I'm on my way.

Wait. Don't you want
to know more?

I'm on my way.

Thank you for the offer,
but I have to go.

(overlapping chatter)

Liz? Liz, can you hear me now?

Liz, I just got off
the freight elevator.

What's his status?

How is he?

He's out of surgery.

Uh, but they think it's
gonna be a long recovery.

It's hard to hear you.
Wh-Where are you?

The 22nd floor. The police
have cordoned off the 23rd.

Listen, I just came
from your husband

questioning Lemond Bishop,

and in about 20 minutes

I will be supervising
his questioning

of Colin Sweeney.

Well, that makes sense.

They are our most
violence-prone clients.

Liz, neither had a single
solitary reason to shoot Adrian.

We don't know that.
Yes, we do.

Did you give your husband
our client list?

Diane, our partner was shot.
He has a bullet in his chest.

And I'm gonna move heaven
and earth to keep him safe.

I understand that, but your
husband is not working for us.

I don't tell my husband
how to do his job.

Yeah, well, be good
if he returned the favor.

(line beeping)

Hey, you're back.
Yeah, have you seen him?

Yeah, he's in here.

He's our investigator.

JAY: How long ago
was he out of surgery?

Two hours.

Did the police question him?

Yeah, but they didn't
get anything.

We need to make a list
of all our clients

for the last two years.

A list of the all people
we beat in civil suits.

I already pulled
their files.

Adrian. Can you hear me?

Adrian, it's Jay.
Can you hear me?

If you can hear me, nod.

Good, good.
Did you see the shooter?

Did you recognize him?

You didn't recognize him?

Was he black? Good.

He was white? Okay, okay.

What did he say?

That he didn't see
the shooter clearly,

but what he did see
was that he was Caucasian

and his face was mostly covered
with a scarf, a red scarf.

That's all he saw.

Okay, we should check
the lobby security camera.

Yup. On our way.

Anything?

Yeah, the problem is the
security cameras in the lobby

use varifocal lenses...
when they zoom in and out,

they lose pixels.

A lot of Chicago police monitors
are set on autofocus,

so when a varifocal
camera is hooked up

to an autofocus monitor,

it degrades the image.
I just fell asleep.

Which is why we can see things

the cops can't.

Wait, is that a red scarf?

(taps key)

JAY:
Looks like it.

He must've gotten off on a low
floor and took the stairs down.

What's under the cap?

JAY:
Looks like a do-rag.

How many white guys
wear do-rags?

Let's take a look
at the clients.

Which law firm?
My life has been law firms

for the last two weeks.
This law firm. Upstairs.

Oh. I had a meeting
around 11:30.

Just before
the shooting.

Maybe we should, uh,
meet alone without Naftali.

No, I want to know
what I'm marrying.

Did you
and Adrian Boseman argue?

No.
Don't lie, Sweeney.

The police will find out.

You argued with Boseman.
I didn't.

Yeah, because
he's your lawyer.

I'm calling a halt to this.
I'm not done.

Uh, Maia, why don't you take
them into Lucca's office

to discuss the prenup?

What's happened to this place?

It's like a cattle auction.

The police moved us
down a floor.

Yeah, look, balloons.

Wow, very professional
place you have, Sweeney.

It makes me feel
really confident.

One of the reasons
I liked this firm

was you were able
to handle the police.

I'm afraid you've
lost that skill.

What is this?

The location where I
want my files sent.

I don't understand.
That's my notice.

I'm taking my business
to another firm.

Let me get Diane.
No, she intimidates me.

You are intimidated by a duck.

Thank you for all
your help, Millie.

Maia.
Maia.

Good-bye.

Where are you going?
Mr. Sweeney, which firm?

I've been asked
not to say.

O-Okay.

Uh, give us
the afternoon.

Which firm is it?

No! I don't think

you should be sending
your files to Mr. Lester.

Listen, can we just...

Uh, yes. Let's-let's just speak
about it later. Thank you.

Where is he going?

He won't say, but he wants
the files sent here.

No. That's his home address.

And-and-and Bishop is replacing
us, too, and he won't say where.

Bishop?
Yes.

What are you
doing in here?

It's the only quiet place.

Listen, someone is coming
after our clients.

I know.

I was just going to tell you.
Brandon Hayakawa is leaving us.

Did he say for where?
No.

He's gonna send the address

for the transfer of files
within a week.

Someone's taking advantage of
Boseman being out. All right.

We've got to get on the phone
with all of the clients.

Get all of the partners
together.

We should've made
these calls earlier.

Who do you think it is?

Diane? How's Adrian?

Thank God.

Well, he's a fighter.

Okay, what?

No. Who said that?

I'm with Charles Lester
right now,

and I asked him straight out
where the files are going

and he mentioned you.

Well, he's not
telling the truth.

Adrian's in the hospital.

I would never
take advantage of that.

Then why would he lie?

I have no idea.
Diane, you and I are

on the same side in this fight.
(knock on door)

SECRETARY: Charles Lester's
on the other line.

Diane, hold on one second.

Charles, what's wrong?

MAIA: Actually,
it's Charles's assistant.

Uh, I have Diane Lockhart here.

She says you approved the files

being sent to your offices.
Is that true?

No, she's bluffing you.

Hold the files for a week.

MAIA:
Thank you. I'll relay.

SOLOMON:
Diane, I'm sorry.

I don't know why
Charles is saying this,

but I can try to find out
where he's going.

You know, you know, which firm.

Yeah, thank you.

No problem.
DIANE: Oh, and Solomon,

can we meet later on in the day
to discuss the merger?

You really want to?

Don't you want to wait
until Adrian's well?

No, I think it's a good idea

to get the outline
of the merger down.

All right, how about 5:00?

5:00 would be perfect.

Thank you.

What did you say?

That we should meet.

(drawer opens, closes)

(takes deep breath)

(drops vial)

DIANE:
Straighten your tie.

Don't sit on the floor.

Go to the law firm
on the eighth floor

and ask for the use
of their chairs.

I think it's time
to get rid of the balloons.

I agree.

(balloons popping)

So these are all
our white clients?

Right.

"Frank Gwinn."

He was the shoe salesman, right?

Yes.

JAY:
We lost this case?

MARISSA:
Yes, but Maia and Lucca

were his lawyers.
Hmm.

So why would he
shoot Boseman?

The shooter didn't even
get off the elevator.

He just shot whoever
was in front of him.

You think Boseman
was just unlucky?

I do.

What about Keith Fisk,
the TV writer.

(speaking inaudibly)

We won for him,

but all he got was an apology.

Eh, it doesn't seem like
the act of a TV writer.

Really? It does to me.

Guess we can
rule out Ruth Eastman.

And Maia.

Have we ever thought
it might be Sweeney?

I mean, he is a wife-killer.

Maybe, but there are two
I'd put at the top of the list:

Dylan Stack and Felix Staples.

Okay, where are they?

Well, Stack was having

legal trouble because of us.

JAY:
He's fighting in federal court.

MARISSA:
And he's out on bail.

And Staples lost
his book deal.

Could be either one.

MARISSA:
Something about the red scarf

screams Felix Staples to me.

No, they could sue
the person who leaked it.

I'm just the citizen-journalist

wanting to communicate it
to the world...

Let's see what he's up to.

Hey. You talked to Adrian?

Yes.

He tell you the assailant
was Caucasian?

I'd rather not say.

That would mean eliminating
half of our clients as suspects.

Possibly.

No, definitely.

Boseman might not be certain
of what he saw.

He was in shock.

Ian...
(scoffs)

you are using our client list
to find Adrian's killer, right?

What else is there?

Advancing your agenda.

Given that someone
shot your partner,

I would think that my
agenda is your agenda.

Diane.

There's a chance
I might've made a mistake,

with the client list.

What's going on
with our clients?

Solomon is coming after them.

We need to check in
with our top clients.

Okay, well, uh,
I'll make some calls.

Uh, Julius

and Lucca are splitting the
list, and seeing who's happy.

Good, I'll, uh...

I'll see what I can do.

And, Diane,
I'm sorry about that.

Hey, um, I-I haven't
been myself lately,

so... I'm sorry about that, too.

Well, you sound
like yourself today.

I do, don't I?

So let's start over.

Yes. Good.

It's a two-woman job.

I'll talk to you.

Very soon.

Lucca.

Yeah.
Can you ask Colin about

Solomon's representation
of the DNC?

I think we should go after them.

Sure, but he won't have
any control over them.

Well, he will,
now that they've endorsed him.

Endorsed?

Yes.

The First Congressional
District.

He didn't tell you?

I just heard
from Julius.

Anyway, can you talk to Colin?

I think losing

the Democratic business
would... would devastate him.

Yeah.

I will.

Solomon.

How are you?
Good.

You're a little tight
for space here.

Well, it's temporary.

May I also suggest
you use my offices?

Two blocks away,
I've got more than enough space.

Oh, good. It'll give us
a feel for the merger.

Yes, exactly.

So you had some thoughts
on the merger?

I did.
What were they?

Um, well, it's more visual
than verbal.

Really?

I'm intrigued. Let's see.

We don't know each other
well enough

for me to know
if you're kidding.

You've been going
after our clients.

That's not what I've been doing.

You've even managed
to snare a few.

Everything has been
totally above board.

You figured
you could cherry-pick

the most lucrative ones,

dump the rest and, uh,
pick the carcass clean.

Where do you get this?
The thing is,

we are not a carcass.

At the moment, we are reeling

from our senior partner
getting shot,

but we will recover,
and we will fight

to hold onto
our own clients,

and, just so you know,
we are coming after yours.

Now you're being silly.
No.

I realize it's all right
that the world is crazy,

as long as I make my little
corner of the world sane.

Diane...

Now get the hell
out of my office.

(exhales)

(indistinct chatter)

COLIN:
Lucca?

You came.

Of course I came,
you called.

What do you need?

Um...

(chuckles)
So, uh...

(laughing):
What?

You didn't tell me
about being a congressman.

Oh, yeah, this morning.

Well, technically,
I'm just endorsed.

Not an actual
congressman.

Colin, you're the only
Democrat running

in Chicago's first
against a Nazi.

You are a congressman.

(laughs softly)

Congratulations.

Thanks.

And you didn't tell me.

Yeah, well,
there was a lot going on.

You asked me "What am I to you,"
and I didn't answer.

No, yeah... you did.

No.

I didn't.

Is that your answer?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay, I'm still confused,
but going with it.

I need you to talk
to someone for me.

(chuckles)
Who?

Frank Landau.

Head of the Democratic
Committee.

You really think
that's Felix Staples?

Do you?

I don't know, I mean,
Staples is all talk.

He'd never fire a gun.

"Please, Chicago:
More dead lawyers please."

That's Felix?

A tweet two weeks ago.

Does he blame us
for losing his book deal?

Well, yes, but I don't think
enough to kill.

Is he in Chicago?

Yeah.

For a speech
at an alt-right fight club.

(sighs)

Frank, what's the emergency?

LANDAU:
Oh, I just wanted to chat.

Heard you were expanding here.

Thought I'd congratulate you.
Yeah, I was gonna

call you in the morning
and brief you on it.

Anything that will embarrass
the Democratic Committee?

No.

More diverse clients,
more diverse lawyers.

That's good for the Democrats.

That's good for everyone.

What about Lemond Bishop?

What about him?

I heard you signed
the top drug dealer in Chicago.

I don't think that's quite true.

You didn't sign
Lemond Bishop?

No, I mean, he's not
the top drug dealer.

He's moved on to other things.

Bullshit.

And what about
Colin Sweeney,

the wife-killer,
did you sign him up, too?

Who's telling you this?

Does it matter?

Is it true?

(scoffs)

You didn't think this would
be a conflict of interest?

Frank,

let's talk about this tomorrow.

No. I've had overtures

from Diane Lockhart
at Reddick/Boseman.

It might look good,

being represented
by a black firm.

NAFTALI:
The question is,

do you want to marry?

You're my addiction.

What choice do I have?

You have one choice. No prenup,

or I keep

the kayak exception.

I'll have to ask my lawyer.

No kayak exception.

But we will allow a stipend
in the case of divorce

that doubles
your current expense.

But only if Sweeney doesn't die

under suspicious
circumstances.

Do we have an agreement?

Okay.

(grunting)

This, uh, bullshit
case against me.

The foreign, uh...

Corrupt practices?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I want you to do it.

You're fired.

Come.

Hello, ladies.

Mr. Lester, it's
good to see you.

I think you know
Liz Reddick.

We've had dealings.

No hard feelings, I hope.

Water under the bridge.

Good.

I've done things in my
life I'm not proud of,

but I want you to know
I've turned over a new leaf.

It's a new me.

Good to know.

Uh, so what can we do
for you, Mr. Lester?

Very simply,

we don't need our files
sent anywhere.

We think we acted
too harshly.

We're staying.

Come on, don't play hard to get.

We have a lot of business here.

You're right.

Thank Mr. Bishop

for staying loyal.

We have a bright future
in front of us.

How could we not?

Great to see you all.

Thank you.

Hey, just a part of being
a defense attorney.

(laughs softly)

Are you going to the hospital?

Oh, yeah.

You, too?
Yes.

I'll drive.

Okay.

(filtered breathing)