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The law firm Jacobson Moore

hid documents that could've
taken opioids off the market.

My dad told me
to get rid of the study.

That's Shae Banfield,

Jacobson Moore's
in-house jury consultant,

a legit human lie detector.

The law firm Lamar and Olson
want to merge

with very favorable terms.

This form states that
I still work for you.

I'm not giving Sarah
her job back.

I'm looking to beef up my team,

and I believe in second chances.

So, let me see that form.

I followed you
back to the brownstone,

and I saw you
give her the study.

We have to turn Julian in.

He is ready to take me down
with him.

Okay, we'll lay a trap for him.

Or... we tell him the truth.

- What the hell is going on?
- My name isn't Matty Matlock.

I'm Madeline Kingston.

I am the reason for everything,

because the study you hid

could've saved
my daughter's life.

I... I don't understand.

Your daughter died
in a car accident.

No.

Matty Matlock's daughter
died in a car accident.

But I'm not Matty Matlock.

I'm Madeline Kingston,

and my daughter died
of an opioid overdose

because you took a study
out of discovery.

- No.
- Yes. Her name was Ellie.

She left behind a baby, Alfie.

You wanted to know the reason
why I care so much?

She's the reason.

Now you know the why, Julian.

What I know is you have been
lying about everything.

You built
an entire case against me.

We're going after Senior,
not you. He gave the order.

Good luck, because he is
gonna shut this down.

You tell your father,
and you're behind bars.

I will make that call
to the D.O.J. with pleasure.

And you want me
to work with her?

You're lucky I'm willing
to work with you.

Look, we're all adults,
and we've all had to work

with people we didn't like
before, for the greater good,

so the faster we get into it,
the faster we get out of it.

- No. I-I am not...
- You don't have a choice.

All right, the plan is to get
someone to flip on your father

and say that he gave the call

to remove the study.

Here's where we're at.

What's MI186?

The Bates stamp on the study.
It doesn't matter.

It's just
what I named the folder.

Which you're keeping
on your phone?

Encrypted with three-factor ID.

Look, we know that Senior made
the decision to remove the study

when he was in an opera box
in Sydney.

He was with Debra Palmer
and two other people.

We haven't identified
who those other people are yet.

Well...

Have you checked with the travel
agent who booked the tickets?

No record. And there's nothing

on the Jacobson Moore
expense reports.

If my dad's doing
something secretive,

he'd use his personal
travel agents, the Leveys.

I know the daughter, Nora.

I can call her.

- Okay. Now...
- Okay.

See what happens
when we collaborate?

I'm willing to move forward.

But if you're not
going to jail...

I want restorative justice.

I need you to apologize
to my family

and to accept responsibility

for what you've done,

because your decision
cost us everything.

My decision had nothing to do
with your daughter's death.

He's processing.
I'll get him there.

- Isn't that your happy scarf?
- It is indeed.

And I'm wearing it today

because Julian is not
getting my goat.

And how do you plan to keep him
away from your goat?

It's called compartmentalizing.

This entire time,
I've known what Julian did,

and I've been able to interact
with him just fine.

So, I just...

keep on interacting.

I'm worried
about your circulation.

No need to worry about anything.

I've got my feelings
in a drawer,

and the drawer's closed.

Until he takes responsibility
and Olympia gets us our apology.

I'm not apologizing.

I didn't... kill her daughter.

Matty is starring
in her own Greek tragedy

and forcing us to play along.
Hurry up, kids.

Julian, she is
a grieving mother.

I'm perfectly fine.

Well, you are
snapping those buttons

like you're about
to storm Normandy.

Because I'm getting
my aggression out here,

so that, when I see Julian,

I won't punch
his entitled, gap-year jaw.

Matty is certifiably insane,

Olympia. Kat and Court,
if you two aren't down here

in five minutes,
no screens this weekend.

All right, uh, just
take the temperature down.

She's not insane,
you're not a murderer,

and I have the kids
this weekend,

so no screens means
you're punishing me.

Oh, my God.

- Well...
- I have to call Matty.

Oh, my God.

What?

Billy's taking
the severance package.

He's not coming back
to the office.

- Does Sarah know?
- Yeah, I know.

He called me last night.

A-Are you doing okay, darling?

Oh, yeah. Honestly, it's
a perfect time for him to bail.

I was already pivoting
to Julian's team anyway.

Heard Olympia
called up a floater.

I hope you guys
get someone really great.

- Oh, heads up.
- Oh!

Oh!

Oh, man, uh, this is not
the impression I wanted to make.

Good to see you, Sarah.

Stoked to be sharing an office.

Do I know you?

Latte with oat milk.

Wait.

You're the barista
from the coffee bar downstairs?

Nope. Second year
unassigned associate,

formerly in the floater pool,

called up for the majors.
Hi there.

You must be Matty Matlock.

I must be.

You're so...

tall.

Wait.
I'm confused.

If you're not the barista
from downstairs, then...

why do you always
make my lattes?

Because you always ask for them.

I mean, what am I
supposed to say,

"No, I'm a lawyer,
not a barista"?

You're hilarious.
I didn't know your coffee order,

but I went with a cappuccino.

Extra foam.

I hope that's okay.

Oh.

I love foam.

Let's go. In sync.

And I'm fired up
to be on this team.

Is there anything
I should know? Hacks?

Insider tips? Secret handshakes?

I'll let you two workshop that.

I'm gonna get back to Julian.

Got you a latte.
Hope oat milk's okay.

Oh. Sure. Thanks.

And where do you stand
on gossip?

Because I can keep it to a zero,

or I can tell you
about the new guy

who's working
for Matty and Olympia

who is totally
gonna drive them crazy.

Dealer's choice.

Please, spill.

Olympia and Matty's
new associate is a total bro.

- Possibly even a bro-ski.
- No.

How bro does he go?

There's a non-zero chance
he replaces a desk

with a foosball table.

Oh...

Olympia is gonna lose her mind.

And I can assure you, I plan to
leave it all out on the court.

And in the court.

- Great.
- It is great. I'm pumped.

Let's focus on the case.
Are you caught up?

Not into small talk. I see you,
and I raise you a quick summary.

Your client...
I mean, our client...

Louise Pullinski,

is a home health care worker.

She was taking care
of Ray Mercer

when he died of a G.I. bleed.

Dude was on blood thinners,

which juiced the flow
for an aspirin OD,

and now, Louise is charged
with man-two and 15 years.

That's about it.

- In a nutshell.
- Can you go wait for Louise

in reception, and then
take her to the conference room?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Very different energy to Sarah,

who would kill
for a second chance.

We'll give him a first chance.
One case.

Hi there. Miss me?

What would be the point
of us answering?

You'll know we're lying.

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

Translates to:
you just lost big in Dallas,

now you're looking for a W
because Lamar and Olson

might not want
an in-house jury consultant.

Uh, flick that little chip
off your shoulder,

Olympia. Merger's happening,
people are

jockeying for position.

Why would you turn away
a free jury consultant?

Sometimes, you have to work
with somebody you don't like

for the greater good.

I love helping people.

That's why I became a home
health care worker, and...

Ray was one of my most
heartbreaking patients.

Super active man
before he got MS,

hated being confined
to a wheelchair.

Did he ever take
that frustration out on you?

We got along great.
I mean, don't get me wrong,

he could be ornery,

but I didn't take it personally.

The night Ray died, you had
to get to your son's recital?

I didn't have to. I wanted to.

Could you take notes?

But you couldn't leave
until he was asleep, correct?

Is that why you gave him
Excedrinol PM?

I did not give that to Ray.

I knew it had aspirin,
and Ray wasn't allowed aspirin.

Could you have accidentally
given Ray aspirin?

Absolutely not.

Great job.

Any suggestions?

- I like the straightforward delivery.
- Mm-hmm.

But I'm gonna need
the hair back, no jewelry,

and maybe a granny sweater,

drab tone,
ideally a little pilled up.

I'm sure Matty can lend you one.

Don't worry, I let it roll off
my drab, pilled-up back.

Oh, and lose the perfume.

I'm not wearing any.

Really? 'Cause
I'm getting notes of...

Christmas tree
at a dentist's office.

Yeah, I don't care.
Whatever it is,

ditch it. We don't need
to give the jury

any reason to dislike you,
even subliminally.

So that's what
this all comes down to?

Whether or not
the jury likes me?

- Mm-hmm.
- No.

Remember,

we're also giving them somebody
else to point the finger at.

What made you hire
Ms. Pullinski to take care

- of your brother?
- She was warm.

Wasn't worried when I told her
Ray could get a little...

well, mean.

She said she'd worked
with all types of people.

"If they were mean,
meant they were in pain."

Honestly, Louise
seemed like an angel.

Excedrinol PM was found
in Ms. Pullinski's purse

the night Ray died.
Had you seen this before?

Yes. A few months before,

I stayed over at Ray's place,

and I couldn't sleep,
and Louise offered me one.

Hmm.

No further questions.

Ms. Mercer,
did you ever see Louise

give your brother Excedrinol PM?

Or any product
containing aspirin?

- No.
- And isn't it a fact

that your brother was under your
care the weekend before he died?

He was, yes.

And given how mean
your brother was, well...

you were the beneficiary of
his insurance policy, correct?

- Objection. Inflammatory.
- Withdrawn.

Isn't it possible

that Ray could've taken
something with aspirin in it

- over the weekend that he was under your care?
- No.

Because of Ray, I had a rule
not to keep aspirin in my house.

Bad news.

Jury's with the prosecution.

- Hoping there's a "but."
- Oh, there's a "but."

Ray's sister was lying
on the stand.

About what?

I don't know.
That part's your job.

Okay, so what did Kate lie about

and how are we
going to prove it?

Well, let's assume
it's the aspirin.

She gave Ray something,

maybe for the insurance money,

- like you said.
- We need some sort

of corroboration
to help build a bridge

from motive
to means and opportunity.

I have a strong idea,
just hang on one second.

Bridge...

Bridge...

Sorry. Bridge is one
of those words

that's hard to get out right.

Bridge...

- D-G?
- Uh, mm-hmm.

Oh, thanks.

I have dysgraphia. Not used
to taking notes by hand.

Okay, done.
We should talk to Doris.

- Who is Doris?
- Kate's housekeeper.

She ghosted Louise
after Ray died,

and there has to be
a reason, right?

And you learned this from...?

Louise. We vibed in the lobby.

Louise and Doris were tight

because Doris
cleaned for Ray, too.

They had the same boss,
same complaints.

Not that I have any complaints.

You've been
a stellar boss so far.

Thank you and continue.

Well, Louise was just saying
how she's already lost

so many friends because of the
accusation, including Doris.

And Louise told you
all this in the lobby?

Yeah, my mom says I have
"therapy dog energy."

People open up. Anyways,

I called Doris,
and she did not want to talk.

- Uh-huh.
- So, I sent her a draft subpoena.

A little scary letter saying

a big scary letter
might be next.

Like an
accidentally-on-purpose text.

I know what it is. We just
have never sent it as a threat.

Oh, I just figured, why not try?

You know, you miss 100%
of the shots you don't take.

And did you make your shot?

She'll be at the office at 2:00.
She might give us something.

If not, we spend 30 minutes
with a lady named Doris.

Win-win.

So, Hunter, I apologize
for asking you

to take notes by hand.

I had no idea
about your dysgraphia.

Well, how could you?
I didn't say anything.

If we hear something important,

can you type it up
so we'll have a record?

Heck yeah. 'Cause autocorrect.

Sweet. So, you do your thing,
I'll do my little old lady bit,

and I'll snap Doris
clean in two.

Afternoon.

Oh, my God.

You look exactly like
my sister-in-law, Belinda.

My name is Matty Matlock.

- Whoa. You sound like her, too.
- Well...

I hope I do Belinda proud.

Would you refuse to invite me
to your rehearsal dinner

because I'm a housekeeper?

Belinda is a raging bitch.

I didn't even want to go.

Surf and turf, shrimp tower.
Big deal.

Well, how about me?
Who do I remind you of?

The guy in those
J.Crew catalogs.

Ha. I wish.

Never did J.Crew.
Just Lands' End.

Oh, J.Crew's, like,
the best of the best.

You were a Lands' End model?

I had to pay
for law school, right?

Heritage cotton
half-zip sweater.

I still get a discount.
Happy to share it with you.

Well, that'd be
bribing the witness.

Buzzkill Belinda over here.

So how come you ghosted Louise?

She really misses you.

I've worked for Kate
for eight years.

Ray gave her more than
her share of migraines,

but she loved the guy.

And she thinks
Louise killed him.

So what am I gonna do?
Disrespect my boss like that?

Yeah. That's a tough spot.

Yeah, if you trust Kate.

What do you mean by that?

Well, we think she's angling
for a big payday in civil court

for the death
of her brother Ray,

and she's setting up Louise
to take the fall.

- Kate loved her brother.
- According to you.

She was at his beck and call.

She ran herself so ragged.

- Migraines, of course.
- They were serious.

What did she take for them?

Ziranel.

Kate takes it for her migraines,

and the main ingredient is,
yes, you guessed it...

MATTY and OLYMPIA:
Aspirin.

And she swore under oath

that she never had it
in her house.

That must've been the lie
that Shae caught.

So, Kate could've given Ray the
aspirin, or he took it himself.

Can you order
a second tox screen

for the barbiturates in Ziranel?

I already pulled
the trigger, ma'am.

Oh. Okay, good.

If it turns up in Ray's system,
Louise is off the hook.

Sorry to interrupt.
Um, can we talk for a minute?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Uh, you should stay, Matty.

- Oh.
- Yeah. Thank you.

Nora Levey got back to me.
I have the names

of the two other people
in the Sydney opera box.

You're kidding. That's great.
Who was there?

Keith and Dixie Carlson.

Keith Carlson is still
on the board of Wellbrexa.

- We'll research the wife.
- No, I already did.

And she's not his wife anymore.
They divorced.

And look what else I found.

See that token?

That's a five-year token.

She's in recovery.

I wasn't sure because
it only says, uh, "five years"

- and "recovery" on it, so...
- Julian.

- Just...
- Okay.

She's got a ton of pictures
geo-tagged to this

one church where they hold
Narcotics Anonymous meetings.

Goes to the same one, every day.

- I'll strike up a conversation...
- About what?

They'll sniff you out
a mile away.

I should make the approach.

I did the legwork.

And I understand addiction.

And...

Actually, you know what?
We should go together.

Uh, you're right.
You did the legwork.

You should see the results.

Did they say what
they were meeting about?

Oh, no.

- Sure you don't want a slice?
- Positive.

This is Hunter.

Nah, bro.
Billy's not here anymore.

You're good. Okay. Bye.

This is not a Chuck E. Cheese.

Pizza or games. Not both.

That meeting ends any second,

and I have a lot of work
to get done with Julian.

Walk in with humility,
sit down and don't share.

Nobody ever shares
at their first meeting.

And if anybody asks,
which they won't,

you're three months sober.

I-I think I got it.

Hey.

This is a sacred space.

Some of those people in there
are hanging onto their sobriety

like the edge of a building,

so don't go in there
and stomp on their fingers

because you saw
an after-school special once.

I wasn't going to.

The goal here is
to establish a presence,

win her trust.

It's a long game.
We don't want her spooked.

Yes, dear leader.

That is the plan
as I have greatly understood it.

For the love of God,

turn off your phone.

I know who you are,
and I know why you're here.

Uh... I'm sorry.
I'm not, I'm not sure what...

What I'm talking about?

- Yeah.
- You're a lawyer

from Jacobson Moore.

Sent by my ex-husband
to spy on me.

- That's not why I'm here.
- You need to leave.

Um, excuse me?
I'm Julian's sponsor.

- Is there a problem?
- There is.

My ex-husband has been hounding
me with his big-shot lawyers

ever since I re-opened our
divorce settlement last year.

- And you think he's one of them?
- I know he is.

I saw his face every year on the
Markston family Christmas card.

Well, here's what you missed
in those Christmas cards.

I was usually photoshopped in
because I was passed out

on someone's couch
or in a bar or...

Washington Square Park.

I woke up there once,

um, lying next to
a homeless man.

Someone left him a five-dollar
bill, and I stole it.

Literally stole
from a homeless man.

And you'd think that would've
been rock bottom, but it wasn't.

And neither was
losing my marriage.

That just made me
want to use more,

to forget how
I destroyed my life.

My son...

That's what finally brought me
in here, because he said...

he wished I would
just die already

because then my family
wouldn't be wondering,

every time the phone rang,
if this was gonna be the call.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
questioned you.

It's just,
I h... I have a history

with these people, and...

Okay, everyone,
let's get started.

Dr. Chalmers, what did your
autopsy of Ray Mercer reveal?

That the gastric hemorrhage
which led to his death

was attributable to
the high level of salicylates

found in his tissue samples.

In layman's terms,

a large dose of Excedrinol PM
killed Ray?

Objection. Misleading,
prejudicial, and inappropriate.

I'll rephrase.

Could a dose of Excedrinol PM

account for the high level
of salicylates

that caused Ray Mercer to die?

Yes, it could.

No further questions.

Dr. Chalmers,

from the autopsy,

can you say when or how aspirin

came to be present
in Ray's blood?

No, I can't.

Because salicylate saturation
is cumulative, right?

Or, in layman's terms,

you can't tell if Ray died
from one dose

on the day
he was with my client,

or multiple doses

over the weekend when he
was in his sister's care?

That is correct.

Or even dozens of tiny doses
over many months?

It's all possible...

Exactly. No further questions.

That tox screen better work out.

That was great.
Dixie was apologizing to me.

Next time,
we ask her for coffee,

commiserate about my dad.

Where'd you get the story?

Oh, uh...

My best friend from law school,
horrible cocaine addiction.

Lasted years.
Put his family through hell.

What's the problem?

Please take me home.

You should've heard him.

He doesn't just understand,

he overstands.

Well, at least his overstanding

is what's kept
the whole Dixie lead alive.

Well, that's not the point.

No, the point is
you're compartmentalizing.

You try staring into his face

when he won't take
accountability.

I don't care what he does.

It won't bring my daughter back.

Look,

I miss her every day.

But I have also forgiven myself

for what I could've done

or what I should've done
with Ellie.

I have accepted

the things that I cannot change.

I'm not there yet.

I have to accept that Julian

is never going to take
responsibility.

And work with him

as little as possible.

No, I can't win
for losing with her, Olympia.

She's mad if I don't understand,
she's mad if I do understand.

Oh. Uh, anyway,

tricky client.
I'll talk to you later.

- Anything I can help with?
- Oh, no, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Because tricky clients
are my specialty.

- Just give me some space, Sarah.
- Sorry.

All right, tox screen,
make our dreams come true.

Scroll down, Maddy Max.

Barbiturates, where you at?

Got it. No barbiturates found.

Bummer.

Huge bummer. Means no Ziranel.

Kate's off the hook.

But wait, look down two rows.

Salicylate found in Ray's blood
is methyl salicylate.

What's methyl?

That's, like,
wintergreen, right?

Christmas tree.

In a dentist's office.

Damn.

Well, let's go tell
the boss lady.

Okay.

The wintergreen smell?

I mean, it's part
of my homemade balm.

It helps with the pain
for my patients.

And did you use that balm
on Ray?

Uh... Yes, all the time.

I'm sorry.
Did I do something wrong?

Wintergreen oil contains
methyl salicylates.

Like aspirin,
it's a blood thinner.

And they can be absorbed through
the skin into the bloodstream.

Oh, my God.

It was me?

I killed Ray.

I can't believe my balm killed
him. I mean, I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- No. No, you're not.

You... you are calm,

you're understanding,
but you're never sorry.

Unlearn that word.
And we'll also

have to make a few more tweaks.

- What?
- Okay, slow down.

Everything is going
to be okay, Louise.

Legally, this does not
change our case.

You had no reason to believe
that your homemade balm

would carry any risk
to a patient on blood thinners.

And neither would any reasonable
home health aide.

If we prove that,

we prove you didn't act
with any requisite intent

for second-degree manslaughter.

But what I did killed him.

We can't put her on the stand.

Do I have the jury
without her testimony?

I understand

what you're saying legally
about intent,

but that is a technicality.

I can't look his sister
in the face,

and sidestep responsibility.

I am responsible.

Louise, the good news is,

you won't have
to look her in the face.

Kate won't be in court,
since she's a witness.

And after the trial,
when everything's settled,

you absolutely should apologize.

It won't bring her brother back,

but I can promise you,
hearing your remorse...

well, it'll mean something
to her.

But until the trial is over,

you have to tuck that remorse
in a drawer

and slam it shut.

So it was on

your watch,
and due to your actions,

that Ray died.
Is that correct?

It is.

My homemade pain balm contained

a small amount
of wintergreen oil.

I've used it on many patients,
with zero side effects.

Other health care workers
have asked for it.

I have texts going back years.

But...

Ray was a long-term patient,

and I-I guess, over time,
it... built up.

I miss Ray.

And I'm devastated
that he's dead.

But I had no reason
to be aware of any risk.

If I was, I would never
have disregarded it.

Oh. Could go either way.

We talked about this.

Sorry. No talking while I enter,
or while you're working.

Trying to remember.

I'll take it.

- Where's Matty?
- Unsure.

Uh, some personal thing,
she said.

Hey, there.

I'm not here to stir up trouble.

Julian and I talked,

and he's agreed
to find another meeting.

And, uh, I just wanted
to apologize...

I was hoping
that you would come back.

Or-or Julian. I...

I feel so badly.

My ex-husband
served me divorce papers

at the meeting I used to go to,
and I had to switch.

Oh, I'm no stranger
to the old meeting swap.

My husband, may he rest
in no peace whatsoever...

cheated on me
with my favorite moderator.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

And that's what
she was screaming

when I found them in flagrante

in the church basement.

Would you like
to grab a cup of joe

that hasn't been sitting out
since 1997?

Yes.

Of course it's all right, Dixie.

I understand triggers.

Okay. Take care.

Oh. Good.

That makes me feel better.

Especially since
he's newly sober.

Yeah.

In and out for years.

His dad sounds like
a piece of work.

Did you spend much time
with him?

Couple of weekends a year.

Side effect of being a plus-one

to the board chair
of a Fortune500 company.

Julian gave me the history.

So, you know?

Your ex was on the board
of the big opioid company. Yeah.

I looked him up.

I-I just want to be honest.

I carry a lot of guilt
over that.

Why I started popping pills,

on my private jet.

I never miss a meeting.

I make myself hear the stories.

It's my amends, I guess.

And it's always the wrong people
who feel guilty.

But you said it yourself,
you're just a plus-one.

Hey, you.

I heard you were back.

And working with Olympia.

Well, jury's deliberating.

You know, turns out
our client did it,

so it'll come down
to compassion.

Hoping they have lots for her
and none for the dead guy.

How's your dad?

He's threatened bodily harm
to physical therapists,

speech therapists and, uh,
occupational therapists.

Good, means he's doing better.

Mm-hmm.

Um, so you think
he'll be back soon?

That's the plan.

And he'll be running the office,

you know,
when this merger happens, right?

So you're worried
about your job.

- No, that's not why I'm asking.
- Oh, come on.

Thought you were all about
telling the truth.

Uh, sorry, Shae, I got to go.
The kids are here.

Your dad and I are young

and we are healthy,

and we are not dying
anytime soon.

But Grandpa was fine, and then
suddenly he was in the hospital.

You're right, what happened
to Grandpa was scary,

but he-he is way, way
older than us.

Mm-hmm.

Harry Potter's parents died.

Well, your mom and I are much
better at defensive magic.

Look,

we can never know for sure
what's going to happen,

but your dad and I are
in excellent shape.

And we are not pissing off
any powerful wizards.

- Mm-mm. - Okay?
- Okay.

- Can we get more screen time?
- No.

But, uh, maybe some ice cream
on your way home.

Deal. Pleasure doing business
with you, Counselor.

Oh, deal. Wonderful.

Everyone feeling better?

- Yes. Thank you for bringing them here.
- Good. Yeah.

Ice cream, and then I will
see you at the brownstone.

Sounds good.

- Bye. - Later.
- Bye.

That's normal, right?

So normal.

I mean, they were younger
when my dad passed.

They're processing
in a deeper way.

Which is what needs to happen.

Yeah.

And that is
the natural order, right?

Grandparents go before parents.

Parents before their kids.

But when it's out of order...

I can't imagine
losing one of them.

Don't even go there.

But that is what
Matty's gone through.

And it was opioids
that took her child.

So, to work with you,
and you show no remorse...

For killing her daughter?

You're hung up on a technicality

that's sidestepping
any responsibility.

No, Julian,
you did not kill her daughter,

but if you had said no
to your dad,

if that study
was made public earlier,

I'd bet that it could have saved
someone's daughter.

Or some kid's parent.

What you did
had a real life effect.

Can't you apologize for that?

No.

But...

I'll say it anyway
so we can finish this.

Um, hi, Alfie.

I'm, uh...

We met once, at the firm.
I'm Julian.

I know who you are.

- Oh.
- I'll go get my grandma.

Seeing him...

I think I've been
trying to not let it in.

You know, keep the reality
separate from what I did,

because if I take,
if I take it in...

What, what did I do?

I am so, so...

I am so sorry, Matty.

I am so, so sorry.

Will the jury please enter
the verdict into the record?

On the charge of manslaughter
in the second degree,

we find the defendant,
Louise Pullinski...

not guilty.

This court is adjourned.

You were a great help, Hunter,

and I'm sorry
I underestimated you.

You underestimated me?

Well, then, you covered well,
'cause I did not feel it.

So, listen,

we have a big case coming up,

and we'd like you
to stay through it.

As long as we come up
with a handshake.

Uh, four steps minimum, six
if we're playing on hard mode.

- Okay.
- I say, I say we go fist bump...

- blow it up...
- Blow it up.

Sneaky pinky, walk it
through, walk it through,

walk it... behind the back...

then a little shoulder bump,

shoulder bump.
There it is.

- Oh.
- Can I come in?

Oh, yeah. Um...

Was just finishing up
the Dawes contract, um...

Oh, thanks.

Uh, and...

look, I'm sorry for how I spoke
to you the other day.

I have been under stress
and I took it out on you.

You okay?

This, this has nothing
to do with you.

I was just...

watching them.

W-We can do our own handshake.

It's not the handshake.

It's just getting replaced
so quickly.

And then, Billy,
leaving the way he did,

I guess I just didn't
realize how important

my work family was to me,

probably because
my own family life is a mess,

which has me thinking about
looking for my birth parents,

which is crazy, and...

Sorry.

The point is,
all of these things

that I have tried
to keep separate

are collapsing together.

And this has nothing
to do with you

and it will not happen again.

Ooh.

I didn't know you were adopted.

I am.

And you never tried
to find your birth parents?

- Look, you don't have to try...
- No, no, I know I don't have to, but...

let's learn each other,
like you said.

You know, we might not have
a secret handshake,

but I know how lucky I am
to be working with you.

Thank you.

You want a secret handshake,
too, don't you?

It just seems cooler
than a robot dance.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

You just caught me
at a bad time last night.

I was just calling
to clear something up.

Earlier, I was asking about your
father because of my job, yes.

But also, because
I genuinely care for him.

He has been incredibly important
to me, in my life.

And that is the truth.

Somehow, you've always been
the only person in the world

who truly seems
to like my father.

And what I don't understand
is why.

I hated my life at McKinsey,

and it got even worse when
I was assigned to Wellbrexa.

The dudes there treated me
like wallpaper. Or worse.

And yeah, your dad is flawed,

but he also saw me,

and believed I was valuable
when no one else did.

I don't know where Julian is.

And those are for my kids.

Except...

you just called Rosie
and asked her

to take them out for pizza.

Julian's on his way.

He texted me while you were
yapping about pepperoni.

- Wait, Julian texted you?
- Oh, stop smiling.

I'm not friends with the guy.
I can work with him.

Hopefully, he gets us
that information from Shae.

Meaning you know
what he's working on?

Olympia, I always know.

You can take that.

Uh, no, I can't.

You sure?

It's just Shae.

She probably feels bad because
she was a little mercenary

about my father.

Speaking of mercenary...

you and Shae were
pretty close, weren't you?

Um, how much
do you know about...

- The sex part.
- Copy.

Is there anything there

you can use
to ask her a question?

Uh, since she feels
badly already?

Worked with Dixie.

What do you mean,
it worked with Dixie?

You said it yourself,
you're just a plus-one.

Sure, but... but I keep

replaying things that
I could have done differently.

Yeah, because you're
a good person.

You think those Wellbrexa guys
are replaying

what they could have
done differently?

Maybe Milton.

- Milton?
- I didn't know the guy,

but I heard my husband say
that he was raising an alarm

and needed to be
"bought or buried."

Who the hell is Milton?

I don't know.

I couldn't push it,
I didn't want to lose the lead.

You telling her about Milton?

Sure am. Did you get it?

Sure did.

I forgot how rough it was
for you back then.

I have a faint memory
of some asshat

named Milton yelling at you?

- There was no Milton, but they all yelled at me.
- Ah.

And called me
juvenile nicknames and...

left me out of their
inside jokes and secret codes.

What kind of secret codes?

Okay, you laugh,

but I spent weeks trying
to figure out what "LV109" was

because it came up
in every group email.

Uh...

Turns out "LV" was Las Vegas.

"109" was the last
three numbers of the zip code

of their favorite strip club.

Oh, yeah, they thought
they were so clever.

So maybe Milton isn't a person.

Exactly. It's a place.

Milton, Massachusetts.

Oh, my God.
Uh, the number on the study.

MI186.

Maybe it's not a-a Bates stamp.

What's the zip for Milton?

02186.

Maybe the study was done
at a lab in Milton.

- Search for...
- Behavioral science labs.

There's only one in Milton.

Martex Behavior Lab,
but it's closed.

Well, we have to find
the scientist who worked there,

because if Milton had to be
"bought or buried,"

we might have a whistleblower.