All language subtitles for Matlock 01x10 Crash Helmets On [2025-02-06 21-01] uswcbs HQ

Previously, my name is Madeline Matlock,
like the old TV show.

Oh, I love that show.

The law firm Jacobson Moore hid
documents that could have taken opioids

market ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives that could have
saved, including our daughters.

So I'm going to figure out who knew what
when.

The email attachment. It's a photograph
of Senior in Sydney. Senior had an

alibi, so... The signature was Ford. A
Julian for Olympia.

See if this pen was worth it. I need to
know who you slept with. I told Shay

that I felt guilty and she said you had
a thing with Elijah.

There was no affair.

You're comparing an actual something to
a theoretical nothing.

It's way too messy here now. I don't
think we should work together anymore.

Why don't we ask the managing board to
pick only one of us for partner? The

other leaves.

I trust you. And I hope you know you can
trust me too. She didn't do it. Julian

did. I don't have proof.

Just my gut. And I trust it.

Ruling out Olympia is a mistake.

There's no definitive proof.

Hunt, I love you. I hear you.

But you're dead wrong.

Why do you feel so hurt?

I haven't lost my way, Edwin.

I'm just pivoting.

And my friendship with Olympia is going
to be useful.

It's going to get us our man, Julian.

He must have forged Senior's signature.

He hid the documents.

Maddie, where's Olympia?

Oh, I haven't seen her. I was in the
cafe. Olympia with Blake Ellison.

Who knew?

Slow down, son. I haven't even had a
sip.

The CEO of Tranquil Pines, who Olympia
just escorted in, according to the front

desk? We need Julian's financials.

Olympia said he got a chunk of money to
buy their brownstone, and that was right

about the time those documents went
missing.

Well, maybe from his dad, not from Will
Brexa.

Or from Will Brexa, not his dad. I need
that divorce to get ugly, so Olympia

forces forensic accounting.

Yep, then he calls his lawyer, the pen
picks it up, and we have new leads.

You sure you don't know where Olympia
is?

Fine. She's in the fancy conference
room. Her office is being cleaned.

Head into our office. You're a really
bad liar, Maddie.

The fact is, Walter Higgins would be
alive today if your nursing home

protocol. I'm looking at cold
violations.

Health and safety citations, procedural
oversight, let's not forget staff

shortages, which is why Walter Higgins
fell and broke his hip six months before

dying alone from a stroke in his bed.

Our population is very fragile. Okay,
well, how about broken elevators, broken

door sensors, broken showers? Does
anything work in your facility? We're

constantly fixing things and the
residents break them. Oh, so now you're

your elderly residents?

No, look, I... Did Walter steal his own
class ring, Blake? Because his son said

that his ring was stolen by your staff
off his dead body.

Who do you think you are?

Look, I don't have to listen to this. I
don't pay this firm to insult me.

No, you pay us to anticipate bad facts
and neutralize them so your chain of

nursing homes doesn't get slammed with a
wrongful death judgment.

As for me, I'm your new defense lawyer.

If you're smart.

Well done, sister.

Great idea to poach Blake Ellison and
Tranquil Pines.

I didn't think you were that crafty, Ms.
Matlock. Oh, you're racing for partner.

I'm the sidecar.

Oh, there he is.

Fresh helmet's on.

Brace for impact.

She stole my client. You know, I pitched
to Blake Ellison. Violating the firm's

strict no poaching policy. Tranquil
Pines was Larry's client. Larry had a

attack. May he rest in peace. But his
clients are up for grabs. I worked on

multiple Tranquil Pines actions. Blake
came here to meet with me. Exactly, and

he still chose me. This sets a bad
precedent.

Agreed. We don't overrule clients. Let's
not start now.

If Blake Ellison wants Olympia, not much
I can do.

You're late, Billy. I've got the
timeline prepared and all laid out. And

that?

It's my cool new belt.

And what is that smell?

It's... Cologne, it's me. Calm down.

I can't. I'm a super smeller and my eyes
are tearing up. Well, then breathe out

of your mouth, okay? Because I'm in my
post -Glaudia glow -up. I need to rip

the band -aid and date again. So I'm not
on one, but three dating apps. Well, if

you find a woman who likes that belt,
marry her. Ha.

Seriously.

And at least your cologne will mask the
smell of old people.

I hate nursing homes.

Okay, let's see the timeline.

Cute belt.

Here we go.

Walter felt fluish Wednesday afternoon.
The staff offered to call his doctor. He

refused and said it was just a cold. By
Friday, he was lethargic with a fever,

turned in early. The staff made a
doctor's appointment for Saturday, but

that night.

The nurses made standard check -ins, 10
p .m., 4 a .m., and then found him dead

from a stroke when she went in the next
morning at 10 a .m. Family is arguing

that if they checked more frequently,
he'd still be alive due to the crucial

three -hour window you get with stroke
victims.

Help during that time?

You live. If not, you... Walter.

Check -ins go from every six hours to
every four hours if the fever is over

Walter's hovered between 100 and 101 .5,
so technically... Who cares?

Jerry's going to side with the family
over a fraction of a degree. Agreed.

New strategy?

Well, we got ourselves a rebel here.

All right. Let's hear whatever you're
thinking.

Well, I'm not thinking anything. I'm
learning about Walter.

Secret poker night.

Caught with illicit Viagra.

Maybe I am thinking about something.

Walter was on nitrates.

And everybody knows nitrates plus that
little blue pill equals stroke.

Uh, well, everybody in the AARP. So
blame Walter for his own death? I

the legal term is contributory
negligence. Ugh, ugly way to go.

Oh, who cares?

Look, I'm just going to say it. Everyone
in the office heard about the whole

partner race with you and Julian, so
this is no time for morals. You've got

win because I have student debt.

And an immense amount of respect for
you. Okay.

So, if we can prove Walter took Viagra
the night he died, he could have been

responsible for his own stroke.

I'll start cinnamon talks just to hold
the family off, and you three head down

to the nursing home and talk to the
staff.

Try to find someone to rat Walter out.
They could lose their jobs.

Good point.

Although, residents are more likely to
talk to us about his sex life.

Aren't you suggesting that I should try
to blend in because of my age?

Because that'd be offensive to my
sensibilities.

I'm just kidding.

If Walter had a sweetie, I'd smoke that
bitch out.

All right, let's make this quick.

Not really an old people person?

You don't say.

Billy will deal with the front desk if
anyone asks. You're my grandmother.

Is that another Gen Z way of trolling
me?

I mean, you and I don't exactly swim in
the same gene pool.

And yet you look exactly like my
grandmother.

I'm adopted.

And here is the answer to your next five
questions.

I was adopted when I was six months old.

Yes, my adoptive parents are white. No,
I do not speak Chinese. No, I've never

been back. And no, I have never looked
at my birth parents.

Me and my grandma are just going to look
around.

That's Walter.

Hi. I'm Gladys.

You knew?

Well, not yet, but I'm thinking about
moving in, Gladys. My name is Maddie,

this is my granddaughter, Sarah.

Adopted. Oh.

So my old granny here keeps asking about
the social scene.

Anything you could tell us about that?
Oh, I can do you one better. You want to

meet some of the girls?

And here are my Shana Maidles of the
Garden Girls Club.

They are beautiful girls.

You speak Yiddish?

Three phrases.

And now...

I'm going to sit on my tuchus so we can
kibitz.

And I'm out. No.

Nice slacks. Ann Taylor? Good outlet
version.

Problem with outlets is you miss out on
the mail order delivery guides.

And they are so cute these days.

I'm glad you said it, not me.

So, what's the social scene around here,
ladies? Because if these years are

going to be golden, then I'm going to be
grinding.

Well,

I can confirm there's action to be had.

That's Howard Roth, ex -philosophy
professor.

His legs don't work so well.

But here's Tom.

What she's trying to say is he's a
generous lover. You just don't want him

prattling on about Nietzsche or you'll
never get Foucault.

And you all know this about Howard?

We've got to share.

I mean, the numbers just don't add up.
There's six gals to every old buck

here. Yeah.

I saw you recently lost one. I was
looking at the memorial for Walter.

Great guy.

Strong hands.

The problem was Lucille.

She begged to be part of our garden
girls club.

Seemed like GGC material.

Attractive, funny, played a decent hand
at bridge.

But as soon as she started seeing
Walter, she ditched us.

Despite the golden rule, which we made
very clear. Oh, yes.

And what's the golden rule?

Garden hose before bros.

I'm on a bit of a self -guided tour, and
I got lost.

Front desk is down that way.

Thank you.

You really have a nice room.

Take a look.

You know, basic studio.

Good layout.

Nice little patio.

Oh, look at that.

You got Janis Joplin?

Live at Woodstock.

That festival changed my life.

I was going to become a nun, and then I
did not.

For his heir? The real question is, was
I having sex in a river with a boy who

thought he turned into a sunbeam?

Me too.

Different details, same lifetime.

This is me.

Look at you.

I know it sounds kind of crazy, but I
feel exactly like that 19 -year -old

sometimes. I know exactly what you mean.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I
feel like somebody put me in an old lady

costume. Exactly.

Is that your husband?

Oh, no.

No, I kissed a few frogs, divorced a
couple, and then I found Walter.

We weren't married, but he was the love
of my life.

We found each other in the end.

Was? Yeah, he fell.

He shattered his hip and his femur.

It's crazy how fast he went downhill
after.

Then he got a cold, and two days later,
he was gone.

I'm sorry.

Were you with him when he passed?

No.

We went to the movie matinee together.

I'm in charge of programming.

And then we had tea out on the balcony.

Did that every night.

Then ate dinner.

He said he wasn't feeling well.

So I came back here. And then when I
woke up in the morning, he

was... Now I'm alone.

Sick on a Wednesday going on Friday.

How did you know he got sick on
Wednesday? I never said that.

I'm a lawyer for tranquil times, and
we're trying to get to the bottom of

happened to Walter.

Well, you can see yourself out.

Bad news.

No evidence Walter took anything that
would have caused the stroke. He went to

bed after dinner.

Didn't see his girlfriend.

Damn it! Wait, there's more bad news.

Yep, I did a whole perjury speech.

Pulled out some cop language.

Floor nurse came clean.

She never did the 4 a .m. check -in on
Walter the night he died.

Viagra means our contributory negligence
defense just went down the tubes. And

no 4 a .m. check -in means our liability
just went through the roof.

Come on, guys.

There has to be a way to neutralize
these bad facts.

Do we have to tell the other side?

Of course. We have to disclose it.

We've turned over discovery that we now
know is fraudulent. Okay. What if we can

make it irrelevant?

Heck yeah. How so, kiddo?

Lean into the gray area surrounding time
of death.

It's not an exact science.

So if we can get an expert to credibly
say that Walter died before 4 a .m.,

it wouldn't matter if they did the check
-in or not.

That's really smart, Billy.

Okay, I'll get us, the expert witness.
You guys research everything you can

about time of death.

Okay.

Any retaliation from Julian?

No, not yet.

But it's coming.

He hits you, you hit him right back.

But let's just hope it doesn't come to
that.

Maddie, somebody's here for you.

What kind of glass can they all use?

I can't see a single street.

No one's ever asked.

Well, it's got to be a sprayway.

That's exactly right.

Fine skill you've got there.

Would it work on my perfume?

If you were wearing perfume, but you've
got to order a toilet with lovely notes

of lilac.

I have to finish gathering these
signatures for our partner's widow.

I got some holdouts to take down.

And I don't mind watching you go.

Audrey. What on earth? I need your help,
Madeline. What's going on?

Well, the co -op is trying to evict me.
Something bull -holy about me blasting

the TV late at night, and it's a flat
-out lie.

Any chance you left it on here or there
after you took your hearing aids out?

Oh, no, I got a routine.

Any theory as to why they want to evict
you?

My neighbor.

About six months ago, he come over here
and wants me to sell my unit to him.

He's on the co -op board.

And when is the vote?

Tomorrow.

Hey, I wanted to ask you. No need. Your
ex just left asking me the same thing,

and I'm going to tell you what I told
him.

Yes, I'm on the partner board. No, my
personal feelings towards either of you

will not affect my vote because I'm not
petty like that. Elijah. And frankly, I

don't appreciate the implication that it
be anything other than professional.

Understood. I actually was coming to ask
you for the expert witness you used on

the Underwood case.

Yeah, let me make some calls and see
what I can do.

I'm sorry.

There are a lot of factors that go into
time of death. We need to simplify it

for the jury.

Smart thinking from my buckle, buddy.

I don't think that's a thing.

Hey, I'm just saying.

It's a lady killer.

Oh, my God.

Are all your HOA membership dues paid?
Like clockwork. Okay, here's something.

Your co -op board violated their own
regulations.

Their last notice was delivered less
than a week after the prior one, and

rules clearly state there must be two
weeks between notices.

So I get to stay? No, you get to delay,
and delay is your friend right now.

I once saw a documentary.

On the honey badger.

Definitely got honey badger DNA.

Take your bylaws back to the board.
They'll be forced to reissue another

warning. Great. That'll give us two
weeks to come up with a way to help you

in your apartment.

Okay.

Why don't I walk you out?

Oh, I get it. It's time for her to feed.

There you are, Matt. He's been looking
for you. Here, sign this. For Larry's

widow. Oh, okay.

Mr. Sprayaway, fancy bumping into you
again.

Hey, Miss Older Toilette. You know I
served in the Marines. I love a man in

uniform. I thought I was bad.

I'll write down with you, Archie.

I thought of something else to say to
Larry's widow.

Don't overthink it. I want to be
thoughtful.

She's not going to read it anyway.

I can write it all the way down.

Or not.

So I listened to the whole day.

It all started with Julian signing a
bereavement card for some guy named

Oh, bad heart with temper.

Oh. So Mrs. Belvin took the pen from
Julian's office. Right.

And then it made its way around the
litigation floor.

I'll try to get it.

No, you don't have to.

But what if somebody realizes it's a
recording device? They won't.

It looks just like a regular pen.

That's why we bought it.

Just let that go.

Yeah?

What?

I don't want to get older.

We are older.

You know what I mean?

And I'll be so young. I mean, what if
something happens to us?

We're in good health.

We take great care.

No more ice cream.

What? We have to stay healthy.

At least for the next 40 years. Just
kale from now on.

No, I'm serious.

That's what I'm afraid of. Look over
there.

What? Oh, come on, Edwin.

When it comes to determining the time of
death, the most accurate factors are

rigor mortis, alga mortis, liver mortis.
Let's start with rigor mortis.

Stiffening of the body muscles.

Walter's degree of advancement indicates
he'd been dead since around 1 .30 a .m.

Which means even if my client's staff
had checked on Walter at 4 a .m., it

not have mattered.

Correct.

Walter Higgins died at 4 .30 a .m. Oh,
my.

Oh, my.

But that means the 4 a .m. check -in,
the one Tranquil Pines failed to do,

have been crucial. I believe it could
have saved his life. Oh, my.

But what about his degree of rigor
mortis?

Walter was elderly, so he had low muscle
mass. Also, he had been sick.

Both factors accelerate the rate of
stiffening.

Tell me about algor mortis, the cooling
of the body after death.

The Gleister equation is our industry
standard.

The formula supports my 4 .30 a .m. time
of death.

Numbers don't lie. But they can be
influenced. Is that what you're saying?

Walter liked to keep his room at a balmy
78 degrees.

And wore warm clothing to bed, which
artificially slows the rate of cooling.

Hmm.

Finally, liver mortis.

What is it? The pooling of the blood in
the lower portion of the body.

Walter barely had any, which means he
died at 4 .30. His medical -grade bed

designed to automatically tilt as he
slept, thereby affecting his

supporting 1 .30. No way.

The bed could have flipped him like a
pancake, and he still would have had

if he had died as early as the defense
claimed.

Started off so good and did so bad. Sort
of like my date last night.

I'm back with news.

You got the two weeks?

I did, but then... Let me guess. You
created an even bigger problem?

I guess my victory dance offended the
snowflakes. They evicted me right on the

spot. Now, man, that's awful. And
possibly illegal if they didn't give it

in writing, did they? Where do you think
that F -16 Falcon is?

It is a Falcon.

Nice. Okay, guys, come on, team. What's
our next move?

Oh, come on, guys. I got nowhere to go.

And I don't want to end up in a place
like this hellhole.

It's not that bad.

It's depressing, it's dirty, it's broke
down.

The tenants are even disabling their own
door sensors so they can jump off the

balcony. What do you mean, disabling?

You see this black tape right here?

Somebody deliberately put that there to
jam the circus.

You sure?

Does a honey badger stun its prey with
its potent anal glands?

Hell yes, I'm sure. I was a member of
425 Electrician's Union for 46 years.

Okay, but why would Walter tamper with
his own door sensor?

So we think he did it.

Sneak across the balcony after curfew to
Seals' room for some nookie, which

means he would have popped a little blue
pill, which means he is responsible for

his own death.

Exactly. And since Audrey helped, we
thought we could represent him at house

court. Olympia's tied up, she needs you,
and we need experience.

Sounds great. Great.

Can you text Olympia? She trusts you.
And ask her who gets to argue it.

She said I get to choose.

If I may start the pitch by saying...
First, we need to get back to Tranquil

Pines, follow up on those censors. One
of you will come with me, and the other

one will make sure Lucille stays in that
movie matinee.

I love it here.

There's so much wisdom among the very,
very old.

That's a little heavy -handed, darling.
Problem is, Autry doesn't like you.

That's not true. He called me a honey
batter. That sounds sweet.

Sweet? You better look him up. Whatever.
I don't have to be like one at the best

of my job. Far be it from me to be the
woman to say you should smile more, but

you do have to be able to connect with
your client a little bit.

Lewis? Gladys.

It's Maddie.

We met yesterday.

Who? Where's my husband? Have you seen
Lewis?

Where is he? You don't know where he is?

Do you know where he is?

I don't. I'm sorry.

You're lying to me.

You're lying.

I'm not. Where did you take him? I don't
know.

I'm sorry. You do know. You must.

I can help you find him. You can?

Yeah. Right this way. Come with me.

I go a -walkin' after midnight Out in
the

moonlight Just like we used to do I'm
always walkin'

after midnight Searchin' for you

Gotcha.

Did you get the pictures?

Yeah. Sensor's been taped. Lucille's got
Walter's ring.

Time to get your shovel.

Okay. The judge agreed to exhume Walter.

Digging up dead bodies with a faint whip
of adult diapers?

Not gonna lie, might be my least
favorite day at work so far.

Who did you know with dementia?

My grandma.

A real classic Midwestern queen who
would kill you with kindness and a

casserole. Unless you questioned if we
were related.

Then she was ready to cut you with her
knitting needles.

Sounds like a real cool lady.

Actually, notoriously uncool.

But awesome.

And then I... I came back from college,
and she...

She didn't recognize me.

I told her I was her granddaughter, and
she screamed, get this Chinese girl out

of my room.

I'm so very sorry.

Yeah.

I just stopped introducing myself as her
granddaughter.

And then I was able to spend time with
her.

And when she was disoriented, I sang.

You know, if you showed that kind of
compassion to Audrey, you'd crush that

housing case.

Does this mean what I think it does?

I got it?

Yeah.

I can't imagine it, Edwin.

I mean, out of nowhere, I don't
recognize Alfie.

That's a very scary thought, and it's
not happening. But it could.

And no amount of kale can stop it, even
if you massage it.

There would be warning signs.

And worst -case scenario, we have a
plan.

My niece has a big family, lots of kids.

But they're sports kids.

Alfie's not a sports kid.

Alfie?

It's a little late for screen,
sweetheart.

I was going to check the pen transcript
before bed.

It was a snafu at the office, and it's
in the wind, but don't worry.

But what if someone figures out it's a
recording device?

I paid cash.

Yeah, but I had to connect it to an e
-mail address, which could eventually be

traced to us. No, I'm panicked.

Alfie, what's the last thing the pen
recorded?

It was on your floor, man.

I'm heading out for the night, Mrs.
Balvin. Leave it here.

Do you know who that is?

I sure do.

Okay.

When do we get the results for the
exhumation?

Couple hours.

We're lined up?

Yep, motion's done.

Results in our favor, we move to
dismiss. And while we wait, we prep

Nice.

Are you blacked out from your cologne?

That pen is a recording device.

Well, was a recording device. See that
teeny, tiny black dot on top? That's the

microphone. My sister uses one when
taking witness statements.

Do you think it's case -related?

I could take it to security.

Let's all just take a beat.

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

espionage. That's what I was thinking.

But then I thought... No.

It can't be.

Julian?

The partner race?

The divorce?

But come on, Julian would never... He
recorded me once. During the fight, I

caught him. He said he wanted me to hear
my tongue.

Oh, I don't like that.

Neither do I.

Let's see what he has to say for
himself.

No!

Wait. Just hold on now. Slow down.

He's just going to deny it.

You're right.

All right. I'll get confirmation that
it's him.

Then I'll decide what to do.

Oh, I'll give it to Billy. He can use
his cop connections.

See if it's traceable. Good thinking.

Billy. Yeah.

to prove that it would be an extreme
hardship for you to move. Let me guess.

Because I'm old.

When a honey badger finds itself in a
lion's jaws, it squirms around in its

weird loose skin until the lion is left
with a mouth full of blubber.

We gotta use what we got, and in your
case, that means a very impressive

of years on this planet.

Now, let's go over reasons why moving
would create real hardship.

Well, for starters, I have a real hard
time with change.

Could you give an example?

My clicker.

I lost it months ago. I could buy
another new TV, but too much change.

Um, I was actually thinking more like
how hard it would be to find a

apartment for the same price. Another
problem with my TV.

It turns itself on whenever it damn well
pleases.

I'm going to need more backup. Please
tell me that you should reduce the case

law on extreme arson. Totally, but I
left it at my desk.

Thank you.

Maddie?

Oh, I thought you were interviewing
Autry with Sarah.

Just needed to grab some research.

Why are you going through my desk?

Well, I just wanted to see what the view
was like behind the desk of a young man

about to argue his first case.

Wait. What? Ta -da!

Congratulations.

Actually, I was still in for a post -it.
I was going to flip into the meeting to

let you know, but here you are.

Maddie, I thought you gave the case to
Sarah.

Well, you know, I just kept waking up in
the middle of the night with an uneasy

feeling.

That usually means I've had day -old
gumbo or made a bad decision.

I'll treat like you more.

I think the judge will, too.

Are there things you currently rely on
in your apartment? Is it close to

relatives that can look in on you?

Uh, my granddaughter.

We talk every Tuesday night.

Have you seen your texts?

That's so sweet.

A little busy here. Do you mind taking
notes?

She told me she's moving to Queens. I
really think you should take a peek at

those texts.

You got one for Maddie?

Sorry, Audrey.

Yeah, so, um...

Actually, maybe you can take the notes.

Hey, Bob.

We're doing courtless in an hour.

Are you all right?

Just comfort music.

And we're seeking comfort because?

No male sex enhancement drug of any kind
in Walter's system.

Just dug someone's dad up for no reason.

Okay. We got this one wrong.

This one?

How about, uh, Julian, Elijah, Shay, my
marriage, my judgment?

You ever just feel the walls closing in?

Every day.

Maybe I should just call it.

Yeah, hand the partner race over to
Julian.

Sweet girl.

I'm going to give you some advice my
mother gave me.

Snap the hell out of it.

Life isn't fair or easy.

It's a long uphill marathon in the rain,
and we're expected to run it in high

heels. But trust me, when you get close
to the finish line, you look back and

you realize what a privilege it was.

It's nothing.

It's just a leg cramp.

Keep running.

What if I lose?

You start over. Big whoop. At least you
got your cartilage in your knees and

your boobs above your belly button.

And what if you win?

That's just as likely, and for my money,
I bet you'll still be here for the next

40 years, probably running the place.

If I am still here in 40 years, promise
me that you will spike my coffee with

something stronger than Red Bull.

Well, I'll be long gone, girl.

You have to get Sarah or Billy to do
that.

Slowly. So they don't end up in jail.

Oh, I know that face.

What are you thinking?

That it wasn't Viagra.

But it was Lucille.

Hello,

Miss Morris.

This is the toxicology report performed
on Walter Higgins. It's already been

entered into evidence. Could you kindly
read the section there highlighted on

page five?

Elevated levels of arsenic detected in
decedent tissue.

Thank you.

Lucille, would you be surprised if I
told you the true cause of Walter's

was arsenic poisoning?

Objection. Everyone has varying levels
of arsenic in their body.

That's just not true.

Not everyone has a place to go,
especially when you're almost 90 years

Additionally, my client has medical
conditions that require different

specialists. There are plenty of fine
doctors in the tri -state area who Mr.

Tucker could see once he settles into a
new place. Shut the front door, Alan.

New York is also well known for its
cheap and convenient public

system should he prefer to remain with
his doctors.

This is true.

It would place an undue burden on him to
travel, Your Honor. If Mr. Tucker's so

desperate to stay local, he could just
move in with his granddaughter in

Your Honor, could I consult with my
client?

Yes. I was in the gardening club.

And why did you join? To meet other
people.

But I left because I wanted to spend
more time with Walter.

We weren't getting any younger.

So you didn't join to get to the rat
poison?

Objection. Relevant?

Overruled. You two had pee on your
balcony every night. You never missed

correct?

Crime to drink tea?

No.

But it is a crime to microdose it with
arsenic from rat poison, so it only

registers in trace amounts on toxicology
reports.

Objection. Prejudicial. Where's the
question?

Did you intentionally disable the sensor
to your patio door so you can enter

Walter's room undetected?

We may have done.

A few things to avoid gossip.

So sue me.

I don't want to sue you, Lucille.

But I can't have my client sued either,
which is why I need the truth.

Did you know we found Walter's ring in
your room?

You wanted me to have it. Why?

Please. Walter's children and
grandchildren deserve the truth.

When did your granddaughter tell you she
was moving to Queens?

This week.

Again, that was on the phone?

Yeah. Did you share this information
with anyone from your co -op?

Opposing counsel, for instance?

Oh, hell no. I don't talk to those
bozos.

Chapter 11 of the New York Housing Code,
which was enacted in 1968, first

required residential buildings to be
constructed with insulation.

My client's building was built 20 years
prior, so the walls are very thin. Did

you crank up the volume to watch TV at
night, sir?

No, I'll fall asleep when it's off.

But at some point I'll wake up and it's
blaring, so I have to get out of my damn

bed and turn it off. Why not use the
remote?

It's been missing for six months.

This is the distance from the TV to your
bed.

And this is to your living room.

And this is to the hallway.

And this is to your neighbor's living
room.

The only way opposing counsel could have
known my client's granddaughter moved

to Queens was if some neighbor heard Mr.
Tucker through the thin walls. I

submit, Your Honor, that that neighbor
stole Mr. Tucker's remote and used it to

raise the volume while he was sleeping
so he would get dinked for noise

complaints. And why?

Because that same neighbor wants to buy
Mr. Tucker's apartment. These are bogus

charges, Your Honor.

Audrey Tucker has done nothing wrong.

We didn't do anything wrong.

I don't care what the law says, and
neither did Walter.

He was ready, especially after he fell
and broke his hip.

He hated it there at the nursing home,
but he didn't want to be a burden to his

family. You're saying you assisted
Walter in ending his own life?

I'm saying that I went into Walter's
room to hold him.

Well, he took his last breath.

And I stayed there for hours, just
holding him until my

arms ached and my heart broke.

It was almost impossible for me to let
him go.

But I would do it all over again.

You should have seen him in there so
much. Good point, isn't it?

Congrats, counselor.

First notch on your belt.

And it's a hell of a belt.

What the hell happened?

I know you're upset.

Upset?

I had a full -on DJ Tanner Full House
reboot moment with you, and you told me

this case was mine.

Why would you take it away?

In the middle of the night, I got to
thinking.

And yes, I saw compassion from you.

But that's how Billy lives his whole
life.

And I just thought he'd be better for
Autry. And in the end, he was.

I'm sorry.

You will be.

Because you will regret making an enemy
of me.

expert witness?

No.

This time I do want to talk about the
partner race.

Don't vote for me.

In fact, vote for anyone except me.

Because I don't want to give anyone a
reason to discredit my win.

And if you don't win?

Then I start over.

Still got cartilage in my knees.

I'm young.

The road is long.

Jobs come and go.

But friendships, real ones, don't.

And if there's any chance of us working
our way back to friends, it starts right

here.

We have no idea who he is.

Because we decided not to look.

I'm just saying, your niece, my sister,
they're not our only options.

We could look for Alfie's father.

That's too risky.

Chances are he's also an addict. We
didn't want to bring that kind of chaos

Alfie's life.

Because it would make things harder for
us.

But what about for Alfie?

Let's at least think about it.

Okay. It's Olympia.

Olympia, hi.

Billy just texted me. The pendant is
connected to a random email.

So we can't trace it any further without
a warrant.

Mrs. Belvin, leave it here.

What if we use this to our advantage?

Get a second pen and switch it. So
Olympia thinks it's Julian. That's

Edwin. You two thugs are beginning to
rub off on me.

Maddie?

You still think it's Julian?

Gotta be.

We just started negotiating the divorce.
He wants the upper hand.

Leverage. So what's your next move?

Besides beating him for partner, I'm
going to demand forensic accounting.

Every lie he's ever told, every penny
he's hidden, I'm going to find him.

Sounds like we're going to war.

Like I said, I'm in the sidecar.

Crash helmet on.