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The law firm Jacobson Moore

hid documents that could have
taken opioids off the market.

My dad told me
to get rid of the study.

I was the one
who wrangled the votes

to unseat you
as managing partner.

I need you to
apologize to my family,

and to accept responsibility
for what you've done.

I am so sorry, Matty.

Olympia

and Matty's new
associate is a total bro.

I'm fired up to be on this team.

Hi, there.

I'm here to help
you ladies win your case.

Merger's happening.
Why would you

turn away
a free jury consultant?

I didn't know you were adopted.

And you never tried
to find your birth parents?

Now, I'd be intimidated if

I didn't have my own
three all-stars as backup.

My brains,

my looks and my mom.

Wait, Julian texted you?

I'm not friends with the guy.

I can work with him.

- You telling her about Milton?
- Sure am.

Milton, Massachusetts.

Maybe the study
was done at a lab in Milton.

Martex Behavior Lab,
but it's closed.

If Milton had
to be bought or buried,

we might have a whistleblower.

How's the rental car?

The steering wheel is heated,

and it turns on with a button

and I'm getting a massage
even as we speak.

Oh, I got to run, Olympia.

Good luck.

Let her rip, tater chip.

Oh.

What the...

Ow! Ow, ow, ow!

Ow!

What in the heckadoody?

You slammed

straight into my car,
you knucklehead.

Okay, all right.
Well, let's just calm down.

- Calm down?
- Yeah, it's just a little fender bender.

You entitled little "man-scone."

Did you even
look where you were going?

You were probably
on your Bluetooth,

talking to Wall Street.

Lady, I had the right-of-way.

I'm gonna wipe that grin
off your face the right-of-way.

- Not another word, not...
- Oh, ow!

Another word.

Let's let a lawyer
do the talking for you, yeah?

Ron Henson Jr.,

esquire.

What even is a "man-scone?"

Oh, I don't know,
it just flew out my mouth.

The point is
I am now represented

by the lawyer who dissolved
Martex Behavioral Lab.

Can't believe that guy actually
filed the right paperwork.

Well, he did. And that paperwork

has the name of the scientist

who ran the lab. The one

your father either
bought or buried.

And the one that
ties him to the cover-up.

We're getting close.
I can feel it.

Is Senior still planning

to come back
to the office this week?

Couple hours,
Tuesday and Thursday.

He's not firing you.
He promised.

Well, that's
a pie-crust promise.

- Easily broken.
- He's gonna want

- a pound of flesh at least.
- Yeah, I'm telling you,

my dad is focused on the merger
and he's different.

He had a stroke, not a lobotomy.

Hands on the wheel,
eyes straight ahead, right?

Right.

A "man-scone?"

He's bland,
he crumbles under pressure,

He might as well
have been a muffin

in the first place.

So, you are liking Julian
more and more, huh?

I don't have to like him,

I just have to work with him.

And I can do that now that he's

accepted responsibility
for his actions.

- Hm.
- Unlike

Brian Fitzpatrick,
the owner of 800 Rivington.

Is that the collapsed building?

Yep.

I mean, there's no way in hell
Fitzpatrick repaired it to code.

If he had, that building
would never have

- collapsed.
- Oh.

Human beings were buried alive.

It just makes me
sick to my stomach

to think about...
Did you finish your essay?

Whoa.

Vibes.

Oh. Sorry.

Good morning, Alfie.
May I look at

your application essay
before I head into the city?

I didn't finish it.

Why not? San Francisco
has competitive

high schools. When we head back,

you're gonna want options.

Just... I don't
want to switch schools.

I'm making friends here.

Finally.

And Joey's here, too.

Well, we can talk about it.

But you should apply,
regardless.

Go grab your laptop

and show Grandpa
what you've written so far.

Oh, don't give me that look.
I know you want to stay, too.

I just want
to make sure Alfie's happy.

Well, I have
a life in San Francisco.

Here, I'm stuck in the house.

Well, nobody's locking you in.

Well, we didn't know
how long we were gonna be here.

I had to man the fort.

Which you have done beautifully.

And now,

the fort will not crumble

if you take your class
on the Middle Ages.

Oh, no, no, no.
You are contractually obligated

to take that with me.

Okay. Italian, then.

Maybe we'll finally

get a decent risotto out of you.

Oh, ho. Shots fired.

He shoots, he scores!

And he focuses.

Shae's gonna be
with us on this one

'cause it's a big 'un.

Blanca Suarez,
she's our named plaintiff,

but we represent
all the tenants.

She wins, they win.

Let's go.
Yeah, I remember seeing

that building
collapse on TikTok.

Let's just make
sure you're caught up

on all the non-TikTok details,

- Okay.
- 'cause without

a smoking gun, it's gonna

take some work
to convince a jury

that Fitzpatrick told his
contractor to do subpar work.

I'm up to speed, coach.

I prepped the exhibits
and I reread

the depositions
last night on the treadmill.

I'm sorry,
you were-you were running?

Oh, well, I had to
hop off a few times.

Got emotional reading
Blanca's testimony.

Want to quiz me?

No, no quiz.
You just make sure

you got a lock on this,

'cause after
our evidentiary hearing,

we're gonna go, go, go.

Let's go!

- Please go.
- Huh?

- What?
- Oh!

I wanted
to give you this, Sarah.

I overheard you asking

for a PI
recommendation yesterday,

- and I used this guy one time...
- You should focus on the case.

Hunter.

You're a puppy dog.

And she's a cat.

You just let her come to you.

Okay, the dude is officially
driving me crazy.

Who? He's fired.

Kidding.

You know Gwen, right?

She heads
the merger integration.

Uh, we were just wrapping up.

Was that a yes?

Conditional to a quid pro quo.

Since your father
trusts you so much,

as I start to

snip support staff,
I might need to bop in

every now and then
and put a name in front of you.

Which... ick.
But also... business.

Well, bop in anytime.

You should thank him.

Did you just save my job?

Actually, Gwen just approved
a new office for you.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

Small, private, on this floor.

Unless you'll miss H-dog and
his gnarly three-pointers.

I am so ready to never see

a grown man
grip a foam ball again.

Okay, so that is

two things
that you've helped me with.

Oh, look at me, on a roll.
What's the other thing?

I emailed the PI you found.

We set a call
to talk about the process

of finding my birth parents.

You nervous?

So nervous.

I can't believe the trial
is finally happening.

Hang on.

Hi.
Yes, this is Blanca Suarez.

Thank you for calling me back.

Um, I just wanted to tell you

that I might be a few minutes
late today for Camila's PT.

Yeah.

Thank you.

How's Camila's

recovery going?

Slow.
It's hard.

But we have
the best physical therapist.

Thank God
for all of the donations.

Total strangers
are keeping things afloat.

You're keeping things afloat.

No.

The way you stopped your life

to take care of your sister.

I didn't have a choice.

What was I gonna do,
stay in college?

Well, I think you
very much did have a choice.

And I admire the one you made.

I want Fitzpatrick
held responsible

for my mother's death.

The man is evil.

That's why we're here.

Olympia Lawrence.

Remy Hodges.

- You got a case here?
- No, but

I saw your name
on the docket and I thought

you might want some intel
on Judge Maynard.

You want to give me intel?

Maybe over coffee?

Huh.
See, I'm remembering

I wiped the floor with you
the last time we faced off.

I'm all set.

Just trying to help.

Huh.

Help me understand
what I'm looking at here.

Exposed wiring, rotting windows,

crumbling stairs,
fire escapes ready to snap.

Dangerous conditions
defendant Brian Fitzpatrick

ignored in his buildings.

None of which existed

at 800 Rivington Avenue,

the building
actually in dispute.

Well, that building
collapsed, so no pictures.

This is classic improper

propensity evidence, Your Honor.

Problems elsewhere don't
prove anything here.

The cracks in
the foundation at 800 Rivington

- had been flagged at inspections.
- And my client

- had those repaired.
- Again, the building collapsed.

Your Honor, those photos

go to knowledge,
a well-established exception

to the propensity rule.
Your client

had complaints, said he repaired
them. Clearly, he didn't.

Those buildings aren't even
owned by my client.

They're separate corporations.

Corporations he controlled,

until they went
belly-up and disappeared.

Well, companies fail.
Welcome to capitalism.

Sound
argument, Counselor Lawrence.

Still, the prejudice
outweighs the probative value.

Exhibits excluded.

Then we request
additional evidence.

Since counsel agrees
those corporations

are insolvent,
we'd like a snapshot

of the defendant's finances.
We're concerned

he may attempt to hide assets.

There isn't even a judgment.

We only need financial records
since the collapse.

If there's nothing to hide,
there's nothing to hide.

Still here.

How did it go?

Lost some Trojan Horse exhibits,

got what I really needed.

I could have
helped you get it all.

Are you serious right now?

Is everything all right here?

I'm not sure, Your Honor.

I might need a restraining
order on this clown.

See, I wouldn't
say he's a clown.

But then again, I am his mother.

Oh.

- Ready for lunch?
- Sure.

The judge hates you,
and I am not

- using that word lightly.
- You weren't even there.

You called her son a clown.

Doesn't take a mentalist
to predict the fallout.

Okay, even if the judge
isn't exactly fond of me...

- Hates you.
- The jury is mostly

renters and working parents.

That's a solid
six-four split in our favor.

Which is good, but we need
to assume that Maynard's ruling

against you every single time,

so Blanca's testimony
needs to be

Pixar-level heartbreaking.

I want really painful details.

How much
she misses her dead mother,

every dream she's ever
had which is now roadkill

because she had
to stop her life to care

for her now disabled sister.
Can you deliver that, Matty?

Roadkill? No.

But, um, I'm sure
Blanca will be emotional.

And Olympia

got the financials,
don't forget.

Exactly. Fitzpatrick
told his contractor

to cut corners.
Once the building collapsed,

he must have needed
to keep that contractor quiet.

I'm assuming that involves

hush money, so we need to flag

any and all
suspicious transactions.

I'll get Hunter
on the treadmill.

- I assume that's a metaphor.
- It is not.

Okay.

We know what we need to do.

Senior wants to talk tonight.

He's not gonna fire you.
He's focused

on the merger.

- He ain't gonna taint that.
- Taint what?

Taint none of your beeswax.

It is if it's
about this building case.

The Gwen Reaper has
got me on the chopping block,

which means
I need to deliver a win

for those people
who got pancaked.

Oh, Shae,

how comforting for the families

of the pancaked people.

Fitzpatrick is slick enough
to bury a bribe,

so flag anything funny,

like a $400 cup of coffee,

or payments
just a skosh under ten grand

or a vendor's name
with one letter misspelled.

Oh, and also anything
made out to, uh,

"Contractor" with "Memo: Bribe."

I'm messing with you, coach.

Yeah, I got you, rookie.

Keep your eye on the ball.

You got a new case, kiddo?

Actually,

I'm just packing up.

Julian just
got me my own office.

Well, isn't that great?

Thanks, I'm excited.

Congratulations, hon.
I'm-I'm proud of you.

Work those financials,

Hunter. I got to scoot to my

- doctor's appointment.
- Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, everything's fine.

After 70, it's held together
with tape and bubblegum.

Ms. Shapiro.

Welcome.

May I call you Cindy?

Please do.

And I'm so sorry that I'm...

I'm early, but,
you know, I've just been

too nervous to drive
since my wreck.

Traumatized.
That's what you've been.

You've been
too traumatized to drive.

I see what you did there.

Give me a second
while I grab your file, okay?

- Oh!
- Um, are you sure

you can handle this case?

You look a little disorganized.

That hotshot lawyer seemed

pretty slick.
And, um, I have to be honest.

I'm looking for a payday.

That is music to my...
Oh.

Here he is.

That's music to my ears.

You know who else
seemed disorganized?

Mozart.

He did just fine, didn't he?

Don't worry,
there is something of

a method to my madness.

Oh, yeah? What is it?

New cases on the top.

- Mm-hmm?
- Old cases

on the bottom.

See, I'm prone

to these terrible back spasms
just right in here.

Every time I bend over... oof...

- it's like a roll of the dice.
- Ah.

I'm gonna
be honest with you, Cindy.

Once this Julian fellow
finds out

that I've got
the whole incident on camera,

he is gonna be
coughing up a cash settlement

on the spot.

Oh, you have
the whole thing on camera?

No.
I mean, I wish.

But he doesn't
know that, does he?

Wait a second.

- I got something to show you.
- Okay.

So, how's the knee?

Oh, you know,

it's...
it's a little bit better.

Oh, no, it's not. Cindy?

Pick a cane.

Any cane.

Mr. Fitzpatrick
lied all the time.

He repainted over mold

instead of removing it.
When we said

we had rats, he just

sealed the walls
so they died in there.

The smell was horrible,

lasted for about a year.

Sounds awful.

You were the person who reported

the cracks
in the foundation, correct?

Yeah, and he said
he got it fixed, but

I know he didn't do it right.

If he did, my mom would be here,

my sister would be walking.

Objection.
Beyond the scope.

Agreed.
You will disregard the last part

of Ms. Suarez's testimony.

No more questions.

Your testimony
is that Mr. Fitzpatrick

was a negligent landlord?

My testimony is that

he was a grossly negligent

slumlord.

Why don't you read aloud
these notes you left

- for him with your rent checks?
- Objection.

More prejudicial than probative.

These statements
are a result of a clear

power imbalance.

I'll allow it.

But earlier,
on a similar issue...

Yes?

Apologies.

You can read the notes.

"Thank you so much for the new
heater. You're a lifesaver."

"We're all so grateful

for you fixing the burst pipe."

"Nice and toasty

"thanks to our new radiator.

You are my superhero."

And for the record, that-that
last note... it comes with

hearts and a smiley face.

It's awfully effusive

for someone who was
grossly neglecting you.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Why did you write these things?

I was just sucking up so
he would do the bare minimum.

So you'll say
whatever it takes in the moment

to get what you want?

No. But I will make nice
with a man I despise

if it means
that my family is safe.

My client is in real pain.

It's been a living hell,
hasn't it, Cindy?

Pure D hell, Ron.

I hope I can get back
to my full strength,

but who knows if I ever will?

Well, you keep that hope alive,
my darling.

As you can see, Julian,

Ms. Shapiro is a very,

very sympathetic witness.

Yeah, right.

She's also
the same little old lady

who said she was gonna

- clock me.
- I will, too, buddy-boy,

if you give me that

- smug smile one more time.
- Oh!

Uh, Cindy, why don't you,

- uh, come this way.
- That was battery,

by the way.

Step out here and we can, uh,

- you can wait in the waiting room, yeah?
- Well...

Let the, uh, lawyers
do the talking.

I'm just gonna
use the ladies room.

Oh, you can-you can
leave that open.

Oh, you'll thank me.
I had nachos supreme for lunch.

So that's your,
uh, perfect witness?

Oh, I can train her.

Plus, I've got video footage.

Oh, yeah? Show me.

Sure.

It's, uh, it's a little weird.

Looks like my, uh, my phone

backed it up to the wrong cloud.

Well, there's only one cloud.

Uh, my home computer
is actually my other cloud.

Yeah.

I'll cut to it,
professional courtesy,

I'm willing to settle this
right now for 20k.

But as soon
as that video comes out,

the price goes up.

This is a comparative
negligence case.

This is nothing. I got

100k for a kid for exactly
this same kind of accident.

You never got 100k

- for a fender bender.
- Are you accusing me

of mendacity,
Little Lord Fauntleroy?

I'm gonna show you that
settlement.

It's in my
"Ron Hall of Fame" file.

No, no, no. No need.
No, no, no, I-I believe you.

Oh, you're gonna
see that settlement,

you little trust fund punk.

No!

What did you do?

- Ms. Shapiro!
- Sorry, it was

an accident, I was reaching

for a pen and...

My back.

Ms. Shapiro,

I need you to take a video

and upload it to the cloud.

To the right cloud.

I need a witness,

that this man has desecrated
the memory of my father.

Was that his vase?

It's not a vase, it's an urn.

And those...

these are my father's ashes.

So you didn't get it?

No, I didn't get it.
What were you thinking?

I... I wasn't.

Who keeps their dad's ashes

on a shelf
next to a fidget spinner?

I think you've got
a little bit...

- bit on your nose.
- Oh, are you s...

God.

Oh, God.

Oh!

No, my allergies are bad enough

without Ron's dad
all up my sinuses.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Spaghetti,

Mona Lisa.

Leaning

Tower of Lasagna.

No, none of that
is actually Italian.

Of course not, Mamma mia.

This is why we have a-classes.

Italian for beginners,

Westchester Cultural Center.

First class tomorrow.

So, how you like-a

that risotto?

I like it a lot.

Oh, don't worry.

You're gonna get that

scientist's name when
you go back to Ron's office.

I'm sure we will.

And I know exactly
where those files are now.

What's wrong?

I was laughing with Julian.

I don't know why I did that.

I just...
I can't forget who he is.

Well, I don't think

that's gonna happen, whether
or not you laugh with him.

Not worth the risk.

Better to focus on our goal.

You know,
when I left my mother's house,

I was the same age
as our client.

Oh.

But Blanca made a U-turn.

She went back,

cared for her sister.

I was taillights.

But...

it was the only way
I could make it out of there.

Hands on the wheel,
eyes straight ahead.

Until we get to Senior.

Thank you for wanting to talk.

I know you're hurt,
and you have every right to be.

I was working behind your back
to oust you as managing partner.

And as your daughter-in-law,

I'm ashamed.

But as a lawyer,

I put the firm first.

Just like you taught me to do.

People were unhappy,

and I agreed

leadership had to change.

And I didn't think you'd change.

Please say something.

Neuroplasticity.

Uh...

After a stroke.

You get to reorganize the brain.

Neurons form

new pathways.

Change, as you say.

Some people
wake up speaking German.

Did you?

No.

I woke up with forgiveness.

I don't know
how long I have left.

And I do not want to spend it

at war with the people I love.

Well, I love you too.

And also,

if that were it,

we'd be having
this meeting at your home.

Too many Jacobson Moore
partners took the buyout

and left.

So, I need
all the rest of 'em behind me.

So you stay in power

after the merger?

I am in this position...

because you
rallied the troops against me.

So, can you rally them back?

I'll talk about the neurons.

Mr. Coleman, as
the contractor on this project,

you did all of
the repairs on the building?

Absolutely.

By the book and up to code.

Although, the inspector
never got to confirm that

because the building
collapsed, which...

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Stick to the facts,
Ms. Lawrence.

Here are the facts.

We collected bids

from ten reputable contractors

for this same job.

They all estimated it would cost

twice as much as you charged

and take twice as long.

Brian Fitzpatrick
owns tons of buildings.

- I wanted his business, so I...
- So you gave him a break

on the price, despite
the fact that you couldn't

do the work required

for that price?

Objection.
Argumentative.

Sustained.

Ms. Lawrence, watch it.

Uh, did your crew
use low-grade materials?

- No.
- Did they cut any corners?

- Of course not.
- So, how did you finish the job so quickly?

I run a family business.
Most of my crew

are my relatives.

You work faster
when your name's on the truck.

Got it.

We took concrete samples

from the basement
of the building

where you were did
the foundation work.

Now, high-rises contain

grade 53.

So, why did the debris

at 800 Rivington
contain grade 33?

'Cause I mixed them.
There's nothing wrong with that

as long as you use
the proper ratio.

But of course,
we can't confirm the ratio

- because the building collapsed.
- Your Honor.

Ms. Lawrence, one more aside,

I'll hold you in contempt.

My courtroom is not a circus.

There is no room for clowns.

Of course, Your Honor.

Apologies.
No further questions.

Hey, Remy.
It's Olympia.

Just calling to take you up
on that cup of coffee,

get that intel on the judge
you were offering.

Anyway, call me back.

Oh, hey.

Matty went to the library.

Not sure where Hunter went.

Congratulations
on the new office.

Oh, yeah.
Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

So, how did it go
with the contractor?

Did he crack on the stand?

Landed some blows,

despite the judge trying
to block me left and right.

And I still don't have
proof of payout

- between him and Fitzpatrick.
- You might. Sorry I'm late.

- Did you stop at the drugstore first?
- Because I saw on

the financials that Fitzpatrick
took a lot of trips there,

so I hit up the stores
that he went to

to see if any
of the clerks recognized him,

and they all did,

because he was
buying Visa gift cards.

$75,000 dollars worth.

That's how he must have
paid off the contractor.

I think we have our smoking gun.

Oh, it's Ron,
the greatest legal mind

- of the 21st century.
- Take it.

I have to walk back
a coffee date.

Hey, Ron.

Yeah, I'm in the supermarket.

I'm about to hop on the bus.

Wait a minute. W...
Slow down.

What do you mean?

Ron dropped you as a client?

Apparently, it would be
a conflict of interest,

given his intention
to sue the pants

off you for his father's ashes.

For what?

I should sue him.

I mean, no amount of Listerine

can get the taste
of his dad out of my mouth.

We need that file.

Okay.
Well, um...

we'll-we'll
figure out another way.

Here's the way.

You call him at 5:30,

start an argument.

I'll get there right after,

demand to talk.
He'll tell me to wait,

and that'll give me enough time
to nab the file.

Got it?

Yeah, no problem.
Got it.

Mr. Fitzpatrick, how long have
you owned 800 Rivington Avenue?

Ten years.

I've watched kids
take their first steps

in the lobby, celebrated

holidays with the...
with the tenants.

They're like family.

And you responded
to their maintenance needs?

To the best
of my ability, always.

I mean, owning property
isn't simple.

High taxes, rent control,

margins get tight.

But I never ignore repairs.

Including the foundation?

Oh, come on.

That's serious, of course.

As soon as the city inspector

identified the problem,
I hired Mr. Coleman to fix it.

It's all documented.

It-It's clear as day.

Well, what's
clear as day is that you

met your duty of care.

Your witness, Ms. Lawrence.

Your contractor... Mr. Coleman.

He gave you quite a deal,
didn't he?

He did, along with
a fully itemized invoice

explaining exactly

how he could do the job

for the amount that he bid.

A bid over half

a million dollars less

- than all the others.
- That's correct, yes.

So you don't
think half a million dollars

in savings was connected

to why the building fell down?

No.
Absolutely not.

But if it were connected,

it'd be a good idea
for you to make sure

that Terrence Coleman

didn't blab.

Maybe through,

I don't know,

$75,000 in hush money?

Objection.

Zero foundation

for any of this
so-called hush money.

I'm about
to build it, Your Honor.

Make it fast and clean.

Any sign of gamesmanship,

I strike the entire line

- of questioning.
- Understood.

Your business expenditures,

with highlighted purchases from

your local drug stores.

Always in $5,000 increments.

Now, were those Visa gift cards

you purchased?

- They were.
- And did you give

those Visa gift cards
to Mr. Coleman

as under-the-table payouts

so he would keep quiet
about the subpar work

you asked him to do?

No, of course not.

Okay, then, were they
for his construction crew?

No, they were...

Who, Mr. Fitzpatrick?

Look...

I know I did not
cause this collapse.

But I felt so badly.

I didn't think Blanca
would take money from me.

So I bought the gift cards

and I used them

to set up anonymous
recurring payments

for the tenants' GoFundMes.

We just lost the jury.

This doesn't break our case.

Olympia's already pivoting.

We'll put every construction
worker on the stand,

and one of them will admit
to the shoddy work.

Blanca.

Those donations
have been everything to us.

I would get them
in these $5,000 chunks.

I used to call
the anonymous donor my angel,

so to know that they were coming
from Mr. Fitzpatrick, I...

He felt guilty.

He cut corners, and that's why
the building fell.

I keep replaying
the last time I saw my mom.

I was heading to class,
and we had this fight

before I left.

I told her she was selfish.

She worked three jobs.

Well, you couldn't have known
what would happen.

But it's almost like I did.

I was out the door,

and I was angry.

And then...

I don't know what happened, I...

but I went back
and I apologized.

And thank God I did,

because if I would have
left things like that,

if I would have left things
unfinished...

Quite the
emotional roller coaster.

You want coffee,
you don't want coffee.

I'd ask if it's me,
but it's definitely not me.

Correct.
It's your mom.

Hmm.
Great lady, right?

Uh, y-yeah. Uh, tough lady...

who does not like me.

- Hmm.
- Which is understandable.

But I can't let
this building collapse.

Aha.
So, I'm your support beam.

Extra rebar.
You want to talk strategy?

I want you to talk
to your mother,

because I'm about to put up
the rest of my case,

and she is ruling against me
every single time.

Are you implying that
she's unfairly prejudiced?

No.
I am just asking

if you could casually mention

that you and I
are on good terms,

in case that's a concern
for her. Nothing improper.

- Just say...
- But now you're giving me notes

on how to speak to my mother?

- Uh, of course not.
- All right, good.

Because that would be
twice as improper.

Hi, there.

You're Shae Banfield.
The legend.

What a pleasure.
Gwen Easton.

Oh.
Nice to officially meet.

I've heard a lot about you.

Same, same.

Very excited to sit down soon,

find out why a firm
like Jacobson Moore

needs an in-house
jury consultant

instead of contracting
that job out.

Y... I can't wait to sit down
and discuss the benefits.

- Yay.
- Yay.

I'll get a meeting on the books.

Ah. She's certainly...

friendly.

Don't let the smile fool you.

Never do.

I'm glad you're back.

I believe that.
From you, kid.

Good.

So, I don't
have to be worried, do I?

About my job.

Eh, you should win the case.

Well, of course, but...

you will look out for me, right?

I mean, you created
the position for me.

You should win the case.

Hmm?

For your new office.

Double-wick candles
are a fire hazard.

Too much puppy energy?

Barely a tail wag.

It's not about you.

Been a long time
since I've been up here.

Hmm. Me too.

I'll apologize to Hunter.

Not why I'm here.

Why did we stop coming up here?

Oh...

I don't remember.

We got busy.

- It got cold.
- Hmm.

Sometimes things...

change, slowly.

Yeah.

Sometimes all at once.

I've never been good
with change.

Well, you've had a lot.

Your boss, your office.

Your mom getting married.

I might look
for my birth parents, actually.

Oh, yeah?

Had a call with a PI guy
that Julian found.

He did the research,
vetted the guy.

He's been great.

Glad to hear it.

So, what's giving you pause?

It's always been this option
for me.

And I'm scared that if I look

and I don't find them,

then that option's gone,
you know?

Well...

I can't speak to your
specific situation, but...

as someone quite
a bit further down the road,

I can give you my perspective.

I didn't have a great
relationship with my own mother.

I think I told you
she was an alcoholic.

When I left, I left.

I was afraid to look back.

I carry regret.

So, you think I should do it?

I think...

you shouldn't let fear
grab ahold of the wheel,

whatever you decide.

Hmm.

Well, maybe after I reach out...

we could come back up here
to talk?

Although it does get cold.

Would you ever consider
holding out

for an office with a window?

Staying put for now?

'Cause when I saw
that moving box...

like to break my heart in two.

I'll stay.

Text Julian.
Heading to Ron's.

ETA 30 minutes.

Hey, sweetie.

Hi, Grammy. I don't feel good.

And Grampa's at his class
and I've been throwing up.

I know you're on your way
to Ron, but can you come home?

- On my way.
- Thanks, Grammy.

Text Julian.
We need to reschedule.

Take me home.

At
the next right, make a U-turn.

Okay, we start questioning
the crew tomorrow.

- I'll push hard...
- Yeah, but not too hard. Jury won't like

a wealthy lawyer
berating construction workers.

- I'll ride the line.
- Yeah, but get them to say something concrete.

"Concrete" was the financial
records, which didn't pan out.

Well, find something else.
I have a lot riding on this.

And you think I don't?

Hey, sorry to interrupt,
but Maynard's clerk just called.

She wants to see you
in chambers.

- What? Why?
- Some kind of misconduct.

The clerk wouldn't get into it
over the phone.

Olympia.

What did you do?

In all my decades on the bench,

I've never encountered
this situation. I'm shocked.

And believe me,
I don't get shocked.

But any allegation involving
misconduct with the jury

must be taken very seriously.

- What kind of jury misconduct?
- I'm not at liberty

to say more while
the investigation is pending.

In the meantime,

I have no choice
but to declare a mistrial.

So, listen,

I wanted to apologize.

I shouldn't have asked you
about your mother.

Can we go out for that coffee?
And not mention

your mom at all?

As long as we're clear
on the terms.

Is this an apology coffee

or are you asking me out,
Counselor?

I'm asking you for coffee.

Ugh, and I've waited
too long for coffee.

Let's have dinner.

Oh.
I agree to these terms.

Talk to you later.

- Pretty happy for a mistrial.
- We were about to lose.

Divine intervention,
like I told Blanca.

We get another bite
at the apple, and if Fitzpatrick

had anything to do
with that jury misconduct,

he's going down fast.

- Mm-hmm.
- Wait, aren't you supposed to be

at Ron's office
with Matty right now?

Matty's grandson is sick,
so she went home.

Hi.

How was it?

Incredibile.

Really?

How's our patient doing?

Oh, he's so much better.

He went to sleep
about 20 minutes ago.

He finished
his all applications.

- Ah.
- Three of his buddies called to check in

- and see how he was doing.
- Aw.

I just want him happy.

That's the most important thing.

- Oh, I know.
- I'm sorry you had to come home.

- I turned off my phone in class.
- Oh, no, no, it's fine.

Ron can wait.
You want some?

D-Do I ever.

You know, my mom made

the best grilled cheese.

Even during
her worst binges, she...

she used to make 'em for me
when I was sick.

I couldn't eat anything else,
I just...

Sometimes I'd fake
getting a cold

just so she'd make one for me.

Never heard that story.

Oh, well, maybe it's 'cause...

hard to remember the good things
when there was so much bad.

I guess I used the resentment
to fuel me.

Maybe I didn't n-need to?

Wh-Why am I realizing

all of this too late?

Oh, it doesn't sound
too late at all.

No, it's-it's inspiring.

The way you keep changing

and growing.

Took me a year and a half
to sign up for Italian class.

But you...

you're in fresh snow
all day long,

carving up the mountain.

- Oh. Come in.
- Ah!

Oh, I can tell
by those deranged smiles

you might have some good news.

We got the name of the scientist

who owned and ran Martex Lab.

But how?

Matty's grandson is sick,
so she went home.

Why don't we take care
of it ourselves?

Little improv,
for old times' sake.

Hello, Ron.

U-Uh, hello.
Do-do I know you?

Oh, no. But you do know
my lunkhead ex-husband,

who came through here
like a bull in a china shop.

Hey! Get in here.

You, sit here.

And don't you even think
about touching anything.

Let the grown-ups talk, eh?

There is no way that I am gonna
settle for less than 20K.

- My father's ashes were...
- Ha! Were sitting on the edge

of a credenza.

Unsafe premises.

Unsafe premises?

T-This is my office.

Exactly.
Which means you violated

a duty of care.

Here is what I am willing
to offer you.

This is ridiculous.

I can't even buy
a replacement urn with that.

Then I am
preparing a countersuit

for harassment, defamation,

and you'll be shopping for your
next urn at a yard sale, Ron.

The scientist who ran the lab

is named Priva Kapoor.

What?

I think maybe you have
a little bit Ron's dad

still on your nose.

Oh, it's Sarah.

- Hey.
- Sorry to call.

I was working late
and I heard a commotion.

What's going on, Sarah?

Shae is getting arrested.

What? Why?

For bribing the jury
on your case.