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Previously on "Rebel"...

You've been served.

These balloons represent

the thousands being poisoned by Stonemore Medical.

You want me to go?

I want you to stay.

Angela.

Do you mind if I join you?

No.

Grady hates me, and I don't want to go home.

I need to know

that you don't hate me, too.

Cruz!

Cruz! Help!

Cruz.

Take deep breaths.

Walk away.

Long and slow. Just...

I swear to God, Annie, walk away.

Normal.

- Normal? - It was definitely not normal.

Nothing about that was normal.

I'm not saying the collapse was normal,

but the EKG is normal, which makes me think...

Cancer?

Stroke?

Panic attack.

Panic attack?

- Why would I... - Actually, that tracks.

Have you been under a lot of stress?

Literally nothing but stress.

You say it like it's my fault.

- And it isn't? - I've been telling you

you need stress relief for months.

You've been telling me I need to get laid.

Because it's stress relief. Tell him, Doctor.

I'm just gonna run a few more tests.

Your Honor, we turned over our discovery weeks ago.

And let me guess,

opposing counsel has not returned the favor?

Your Honor, Stonemore is a massive corporation,

and the plaintiffs have asked for a decade worth of discovery.

It takes time.

But you are working in good faith?

Absolutely, Your Honor.

He is absolutely not, Your Honor.

We haven't received one single file. Not one.

And when we've called to prod and push,

they stonewall us.

And just in case Your Honor needs reminding,

people are suffering while he plays his little games.

Their illnesses are progressing.

Their wellness, their recovery,

depends on our ability to win this case,

but we cannot win this case if we cannot start!

Do you want to answer that, counselor?

Is this really necessary?

It would be irresponsible of me

not to monitor your heart for at least a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks?

This monitor is connected

to an app on your phone.

When your heart rate moves into dangerous territories,

the app will alert you.

But if it's stress, why can't I just take a couple pills?

Research shows that non-drug therapies

can be just as effective for stress relief.

Have you ever heard of box breathing?

I have.

We do it in yoga.

You gotta be kidding me.

Oh, excuse me, Your Honor.

My apologies, Your Honor.

It's not actually r-ringing.

It's beeping. But I can't, uh...

My wife has that app.

Her doctor put it on her phone

after she suffered a panic attack.

Do we need a recess, counselor?

No, we do not need a recess, Your Honor.

Just give me one second. Amir?

- Yep. - Oh, sorry. Amir, please...

Could you please? Thank you. I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Uh, Your Honor...

Your Honor, we don't need a recess.

What I need is my discovery, and I need it yesterday,

but, uh, my opposing counsel here is playing games

by holding back the information I need to do my job,

which is why I filed the motion

to compel him to turn it over.

So, please, compel him.

Motion granted. Stop wasting my time, counselor.

And, Mr. Cruz, please learn how to put your phone on vibrate.

Yes, Your Honor.

I like her so much.

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That's 0-for-2.

You lost the motion to dismiss,

and now we have to give them discovery.

We expected this.

Oh, you expected to lose?

How about we start trying to win?

Sir, we are winning. We're running the clock.

But we knew that eventually,

we'd have to give them something.

This whole case is a witch hunt.

I have devoted my life to saving lives,

and now Julian Cruz

and this obnoxious woman with one name...

Rebel.

...are gonna paw through my private e-mails

and proprietary information?

No. There are safeguards...

I won't have it.

I won't have it.

All I have is my name,

and she is dragging it through the mud.

Fight back. Get aggressive.

That's why I hired you.

And I'll fire you if I don't get results.

Okay?

And then the drunken clown says,

"That's nothing, man.

The Dixie Chick with the short hair

was in here last week."

Stop. Stop it. Stop.

H-Hi.

Grady's a real cut-up, isn't he?

Ask him to tell you about the time

he threatened to divorce me and take all my money.

Hilarious.

Hoo-hoo. I love that joke.

Angela, this is Rebel.

We're married but separated because, as you can tell,

she doesn't like taking any responsibility

for our marriage problems.

Oh. What did I tell you?

He's a comedian.

I-I didn't know.

Uh, we met a few weeks ago, and he said he fixes cars.

Mine needed work, so...

Well, you came to the right guy.

He is very good with his hands. Aren't you, Grady?

He wasn't wearing a ring.

You still live together?

We do.

And he won't be able to fix your car today

because we're going to San Bernardino today.

It's a family road trip.

We do it every couple of months.

Mnh-mnh. No way.

Carl is not doing well, Maria needs us,

and it will be hard on Ziggy to see him so sick.

Fine.

Oh, my God. You are really still married.

And to Annie Flynn Ray Bello.

You didn't think that that was something worth mentioning?

- Kind of an ass, right? - Kind of.

I'm a huge fan.

Oh. Thank you.

Of course you are. Unreal.

I was thinking the same thing.

Hey, Zig!

Come on, let's go.

SB road trip today.

And do you know this woman

that Dad's been flirting with in the garage?

Has she been here since I've been helping Uncle Cruz?

Hey!

- Mom! - Whoa!

Don't you know how to knock?!

- Oh, my God! - I wasn't... I wasn't doing anything!

- What the hell is happening?! - Whoa. Your mom's...

- Can you give me some privacy?! - What in the...

Can you just get out for a second?!

- Ziggy, I thought you were into girls? - Mom!

You know, it's... it's cool. I-I'm fluid, too.

That is so not the point right now, Sean!

No, the point is that my daughter is 16,

and why were you in her bed, Sean?

We did not have sex, if that's what you're asking.

That is what I'm asking,

and also, who the hell is Sean?

Who are you, Sean?

He's just a friend from NA.

Friend? Cool. That's really cool.

What are you today, Sean? Are you free?

- I-I guess? - Great.

Then you are officially invited on our family road trip,

and I look forward to the opportunity

of getting to know you

and explaining all the many ways

you shouldn't get my daughter pregnant!

Mom!

Brush your teeth.

This is the part where you tell me who you are,

why the hell you're following me,

while also noting

that my left hand is holding hot coffee

and my right hand is on the weapon

that I am trained to draw, aim, and fire

in under three seconds.

Seriously, man, if you're gonna follow a PI,

you might want to learn to be a little more subtle.

Also, consider a less memorable car.

Lana, it's me.

Rick Carter.

Your husband?

My what now?

Big day.

Ziggy's got a new boyfriend

and Grady's got a new girlfriend.

And I have a new husband.

What?

Apparently, about 18 years ago,

I got married in a blackout,

so I'mma need the day off.

Okay.

Weird.

Weird is right.

Bye.

Where... Where are we going?

- San Bernardino. - San Bernardino.

10 years ago, my mom and Cruz

sued this company that makes insecticides.

Kills bugs.

But it turns out, it gets in the water...

...and it kills people, too.

We lost the case.

But we still go every few months.

And do what?

Whatever they need.

You don't just abandon a bunch of dying people.

Cool.

Who the hell are you?

He's my friend.

Her friend who slept in her bed last night.

I thought Ziggy liked girls.

Apparently not exclusively.

Do you smoke?

Not since high school.

- How many? - Oh, it was a million years ago.

I hardly think that's relevant.

You don't decide what's relevant.

I don't even decide what's relevant.

We don't know how or why

or even if the Stonemore valve is poisoning people,

so we need a picture of your health

before you got the valve and after.

The data will tell us what's relevant.

Okay.

I smoked two or three cigarettes a day

for about a month in 1978 because I was dating

Tommy Blanchard, and he smoked,

but when he dumped me for Julie Lendowski

because she had bigger boobs,

I stopped, and I never smoked again.

How do you spell "Lendowski"? I'm kidding.

How about you? Did you ever smoke?

Just socially... in college.

Hey. Morning, ladies.

How's it going?

I just found out my daughter is a secret smoker.

I said I have smoked, like, a little,

when I was hanging out with friends.

What friends? I want to call their mothers.

Mom, I'm 28. You know that, right?

I'm gonna take you for your ultrasound now.

We can save you from your mother's withering gaze.

Yeah.

We can have a smoke on the way.

Here. Let me get that.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Bye, ladies.

Bye.

He's funny. And single.

Not my type.

Oh, funny and sexy is everyone's type.

What?

I may have a bad heart,

but I can still call sexy when I see it.

So... alcohol use?

Wait.

You're... You're seriously telling me

you don't remember any of this?

Okay, I vaguely remember meeting you

- at the art walk in Venice Beach, 2003? - Ahh.

Yeah. We hit it off.

We had a lot in common.

Like Midori sours? Adderall?

Coke, hash, molly.

- We were messy. - Ooh.

And then at some point that night,

we got it in our minds to go to Vegas.

- To get married? - No.

No, no, no. Just to go.

The... The wedding was a spontaneous thing.

We were on a Greyhound bus...

- Uh-oh. - ...getting high.

We passed by a chapel on the outskirts of the city.

I said, "Why don't we get married?"

You shouted to the bus driver to stop.

He didn't want to. We made a scene.

I bet we did.

We got married, got a hotel room,

and stayed up all night getting high

until we eventually passed out.

The next morning, I went to hunt food.

By the time I got back upstairs, you had disappeared.

I figured you went to get some coffee,

but... you just never came back.

Ooh. Now, that is...

You would think I would remember something.

Mm-hmm.

One would, right?

Perhaps this...

will jog your memory.

We got married by Black Elvis?

There's another one?

Oh.

Well, we outlasted

the average length of marriage in California.

Cheers to that.

But you being a little cagey

about this business of yours, though.

Yeah, I-I-I developed a production system

that looks like it's gonna be a game changer

for AI and machine learning.

I'm selling it to a big tech company,

so before I sign anything,

I just want to make sure all my business is in order.

I'm business. I see.

You didn't come all this way to...

gaze in my eyes and make amends.

Yeah, well, seeing you again

is definitely a huge signing bonus.

Okay. That's cute.

But I owe you an amends.

Nah, nah. You do not.

I do. I'm sober in AA. So, I have to...

Clean up your side of the street.

You got sober, too?

Just over 14 years.

See, so I think we can just let each other off the hook.

I disagree, and so would my sponsor.

If my behavior hurt you,

or complicated your life or business,

I am sorry.

And if there's any way I can make it up to you,

let me know.

I appreciate that.

And you can.

Anything. What do you need?

Turns out I need a divorce.

Anything?

Nothing.

I keep refreshing.

I think I have carpal tunnel at this point.

Yeah. And misplaced optimism

that they're gonna send the discovery links.

They have to.

Otherwise, they'll be in contempt.

See? That's the optimism.

It means that you see the world and the people in it

as fundamentally good.

You don't?

It's two minutes till noon. Benji Ray is Benji Ray.

I'm gonna go into my office and do some damn box breathing

and revise the case budget.

Let me know if they send the link.

Okay.

Amir.

Hey.

Um...

we have your discovery.

I don't see any files.

Oh, we didn't e-mail them. We brought boxes.

98 of them. Come on, boys.

I assume you want them in the conference room?

No, I want them as an electronic file,

'cause paper discovery is incredibly labor-intensive.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,

because of your ridiculous deadline,

we couldn't scan them, so...

Alright. Smile.

What are you doing?

Documenting you with the receipt for discovery

in case you decide to file another motion

that we aren't proceeding in good faith.

Oh. You look sad.

- It's disdain. - Mm.

Put your phone away before I have to take it away.

Okay. Luke, why don't I meet you outside, okay?

- Sure. - Yeah?

Look, I know paper discovery is a dick move,

but it's part of the game.

I don't look at this as a game.

I guess it's because people are dying.

Mm.

You took my office.

I did.

And when you come begging for your job back,

I plan on keeping it.

You can hate me if you need to, Amir,

but don't hate my fern.

She needs water.

You were supposed to be in charge

while I was helping Cruz.

I have been.

Sean wasn't there when I said goodnight to Ziggy

and went to the guest house.

- Alone? - Unfortunately, yes.

- Hey, where do you live? - Wh... Me?

Yeah, you. I know where my daughter lives.

Encino, with my dad. My mom's in Hermosa.

Do they know you're sleeping with my 16-year-old daughter?

Oh, my God! Dad!

No, no. We were just studying.

I-I swear. And then we fell asleep.

In my daughter's bed, all night long.

That doesn't look awesome for you, Encino Man.

Let's talk protection.

Mom, I'm not listening to a sex talk from Dad right now!

You know, you're right.

What are you doing?

Something important.

- Nate? - If you're calling about the study,

I'm literally on my way

to give Maddie the ultrasound right now.

That's not why I'm calling.

- What? Who's Nate? - My brother.

Ziggy wants to talk about birth control.

- No, I don't! - W-What is happening?

I'm with Grady, Ziggy, and Sean.

He lives in Encino,

and he and Ziggy were in her bed last night,

and so now, I want to...

Okay, hanging up now.

I-I'll just make an appointment through his office.

There they are!

Ziggy! You're a giant!

Gimme some sugar.

Hey, Maria. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh. Who's this?

I-I'm Sean.

He's a friend.

Mm.

Well, why don't you two go in and tell Carl to get his ass up?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, long time.

Ahh.

How is that stud?

Carl?

He's the same.

He's mad.

Mad at the world.

Mad at the cancer.

Speaking of studs.

Hey, hot stuff.

Rebel said Carl had a scan last week.

Yeah.

Chemo's not working anymore, so we stopped.

Oh.

Maria, I'm... I'm really sorry.

Well, we knew this day would come, but still...

Anyway, I was hoping you guys could help me

put some stuff together for a garage sale.

I heed to find a way to bury him when the time comes.

Didn't you guys prepay for his funeral last year

when the cancer came back?

We did. You know Carl.

Doesn't want to be a burden.

But the funeral home changed hands

and doubled the price,

even for those of us that prepaid.

- What? - Yeah.

Carl doesn't know,

but I gotta come up with another 6 grand.

Eh, that's highway robbery.

The funeral director doesn't even live in town

on account of the bad water.

So, we die, and he makes money off us.

What's the funeral director's name?

Really?

Hey, there, Marvin.

I called earlier, and you said

you didn't have time to meet with me.

Is now good?

Uh, the vase and the arrangement goes for around $1,000.

You can Venmo me, or I take credit cards.

Wow. Bet you do, Marv.

Price gouging funerals

in the middle of a cancer cluster.

Do you steal little kids' penny jars

from the back of the closet, too?

Oh... Oops.

I guess you'll have to put that

on the bill that I won't be paying.

This is vandalism.

And I'm calling the police.

You do that. They know me.

I'm Rebel.

Carl Sorenson is dying from a slow, painful lymphoma

brought on by living in a place with contaminated groundwater.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You're not sorry about anything, Marv.

You bought this place

'cause the whole damn town's dying.

You knew it.

My prices reflect the current market.

I don't know how the previous owner

ran his business, but it's my business now,

and I run it as I see fit.

Capitalism is not a crime, but this is.

You owe me two grand, and I'm gonna make sure

that it's in the police report

when they ask me if I want to press charges.

They know me, too.

Hey, he's really calling the cops.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna stop him.

There.

Aww, she's moving.

Hi, baby.

Good job.

So, uh...

...how you doing with all this?

Well, her dad left me

'cause he said he "wasn't in an emotional place

to handle watching a baby be born and then watch it die."

So, being pregnant with a baby with a fatal condition,

having to move in with my sick mother

because my absent ex-husband is emotionally fragile?

Not great.

Yeah, that's a lot.

Yeah, it's a lot.

You know, the hardest part is, when she moves,

I wanna be able to call someone

and be like, "My baby's moving,"

but I don't

'cause it just makes people feel so sad.

Oh!

There she goes.

Oh, geez.

Oh, okay.

Do you wanna feel?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Come here.

Oh...

Oh.

Geez.

She's still your baby.

I know she's not gonna be with you for a long time,

but she's...

she's your baby,

and she's kicking up a storm right now.

It's okay to celebrate that.

It's okay to love her.

Is it also okay to wish

she would stop kicking my bladder?

Well, I can't do anything about that.

- No. - She's a maniac.

Okay.

Okay, Carl.

All of your clothes are clean and put away.

I used to wear clothes.

Now I wear pajamas.

That's called leisurewear. You're fashionable.

If you say so.

I'm gonna go see what else Maria needs me to do.

Hey, can you keep him company?

No.

Just ask him something.

What?

So, Carl, um...

how long have you guys lived out here?

Got about six months to live, Sean,

so I don't do small talk.

Right.

Sorry.

You her boyfriend?

Uh, isn't that, like, small talk?

You being a smart ass?

Okay.

Uh, look, dude, I-I don't want to be here

any more than you want me here.

Alright, I was practically kidnapped by Ziggy's parents,

and I'm just, like, trying to get through the day.

So, yeah, I'm... I'm gonna go help Ziggy.

Hey.

You cut hair?

Do I what?

You think I like looking like this?

The barber won't make house calls.

I may be dying, but I still have my vanity.

Well, you got scissors?

So, through the double doors

and into the conference room, please.

Hey.

Who hired the army of paralegals?

- I did. - You need to ask me.

I never needed approval before.

Well, it's a new policy. You need to ask me.

If you're gonna hire a temp or buy new pens,

- you need to ask me. - Money is tight.

Is that what the stress is?

Money's fine. I'm not stressed.

Make that stop, please.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry, Miss.

We'll pay for your travel time,

but we're fully staffed right now.

No, no. I'm, uh... I'm looking for Rebel?

Well, she's not here right now.

That's okay. Brought a book.

I'll wait.

That's why I'm stressed.

Rebel's lost causes. All pro bono.

We're going broke, but, hey, we're saving the world.

- So, money is tight? - Money...

Money is fine.

He seems upset.

Carl was the principal

of the elementary school here for 30 years.

There are no buildings in his name,

no plaques in his honor.

He's not a glory hound.

He's just a hard-working guy who did his job and did it well

and bought a home and provided for his family.

He didn't want to burden them,

so he and his wife prepaid for his funeral.

He didn't think he was gonna go so soon,

but lymphoma is a bitch, and now he's got six months.

And you want to rob him and his family

of the peace of mind that they paid for, so... what...

You can decorate your hallway

with some more overpriced flowers?

Maybe maintain that vintage Porsche Carrera

in your parking spot?

'Cause I know mint condition when I see it.

What I do with my hard-earned money

is my business.

Hard-earned?

You didn't reinvent the wheel.

You didn't even improve it.

You just dusted it off and jacked up the price 100%.

And when the last of the dying people in this town

succumb to cancer

and there is nobody left to squeeze a dime out of,

you're gonna close down,

and you're gonna move on to the next pit of misery

to grift the unlucky folks there.

Oh, please!

You and the lawyers you work with

profit off the backs of people who are dying of cancer.

How is what I'm doing any different

than what you do?

Oh, you really want to get arrested, huh?

I hate that guy.

I really hate him!

I am trying to save lives,

and he's trying to profit off their deaths,

and he doesn't see the difference?!

I hate him!

Hey!

I don't want to spend the night

in San Bernardino

when you're in jail.

Why? You got a hot date with Angela?

If I did, I don't now 'cause you blew that one for me,

now that she thinks I'm married.

You are married.

Oh, right.

I'm living in a guest house.

You can't even make time for therapy.

You're married to your work, not me.

But I'm a young guy. I got moves left.

Oh, I know you got moves. I love your moves.

I also love my work.

You used to be proud of me. You used to help me.

Now you take off your wedding ring

while I'm taking care of Cruz after a heart attack.

It wasn't a heart attack.

Yeah, but we thought it was one.

Panic attack!

Oh! Whatever.

You know what I mean.

I had to stay at the hospital.

He didn't want his kids to know.

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

I'm helping you.

And the first rash appeared...

I want to say May?

Mm-hmm.

And the night sweats?

Same as the rashes.

And they haven't stopped.

And what would you say is

the most painful thing about having the valve?

The guilt.

For talking Maddie into...

getting the s-same valve.

I'm sorry.

I know that's not the answer you're looking for.

Just put down "headaches."

I've put the Stonemore valve into a lot of people.

I've recommended it to even more people.

I thought that I was helping them,

just like you thought you were helping Maddie.

It's not our fault, Helen.

It's their fault.

So, let's prove it.

Can you go pee in this cup for me now, please?

- Cruz. - Yeah?

I don't want you to drop dead of a heart attack.

My heart is fine.

It's just stress from Benji Ray and his games.

Just get me something in discovery

and my stress will vanish.

But that's the thing.

What's the thing?

They redacted everything.

Well, almost everything.

They left "Dear Sir" at the top of e-mails.

But don't get upset.

This is just another delay tactic from Benji.

I'm already drafting the motions for sanctions.

- I'm gonna kill him! - Cruz...

- I'm gonna kill him! - Wait, where are you going?

No more meditating!

No more breathing!

No more going high while he goes low!

I'm gonna kill him!

- Who you gonna kill? - Your brother.

Do I need to follow him?

I-I don't think he's being literal,

but honestly, it is hard to tell.

I'm not worried about him.

He's unarmed. Uh, do me a favor.

Check these divorce papers out and see if I should sign them.

I'm gonna do a background check on my husband.

Your husband?

That's right.

I didn't know you were married.

Me neither.

Busy day.

Looking for this?

Give me that.

This alternator?

Eh, just grab another one on eBay.

Can you buy one on eBay?

No, you can't, 'cause this is an original piece

from an almost mint condition 1973 Porsche 911 Carrera

in Irish Green.

What'd they make? 30 of those?

- Yes. - Now, if you would, please...

Hey, us custom guys, we all know each other,

so you can put out a call and try to find one,

but I called everybody already

and told them not to sell to you,

so that makes this a collector's item.

Normally, it'd go for about $1,300,

but this special one... How much, hon?

- 15 grand. - What?

Yeah. That's about right.

The rate reflects the current market.

It's just business. You know what?

That's it. I'm calling the cops.

While you do that, we're gonna get on our way.

But, you know, Grady here, he has some greasy, slimy hands.

He just might lose it. Whoo.

Or you can give Carl the funeral he already paid for,

and I'll give you this.

Guess what, Maria?

We got that criminal at the funeral home

to honor your original price.

And we got it in writing.

What? How did you do that?

- It was this guy. - Nice.

Where's the degenerates?

They're planning something.

I was supposed to let them know when you got back.

They're here!

Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see,

we have provided you with snacks,

but the real snack is for you, Maria.

Carl.

You're up.

You're dressed.

And...

...who cut your hair?

I did.

What do you think?

Oh, I think you look like a real snack.

Misha.

Nate.

Going to get Maddie's labs.

I'm getting Helen's.

Well, cool.

It's like a date.

Really not.

Helen Peterson, please.

And Maddie Peterson.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay, then. Fun date.

Oh, no.

Seems to be obvious to us, but...

Sure. Hey. Okay. No, you, you, you.

- Okay. - Okay.

We have a brilliant idea.

You're both single.

We know 'cause we asked the nurses.

Okay. Don't hate us.

Our lives are so tragic, we have to live vicariously

though... you guys.

Actually...

You say he's not your type,

but I think you should give it a try.

No, Helen.

Oh.

No.

Something's wrong.

Your labs results came back.

Your liver's failing.

Oh, my God.

Her liver?

Wh... What do we do?

We need to get your mom admitted,

and then we'll take it one step at a time.

Mm-hmm.

It's okay.

Hey.

It's okay.

- Julian. - Don't "Julian" me.

I'm not in the mood. 98 boxes?

98 boxes of nothing?! You think that's cute?

I'm not gonna ask the judge for sanctions.

I'm gonna demand that she hold you in contempt.

This is personal to me, Benji! You know that!

You knew my wife, and she liked you!

But Rebel was right!

You're a soulless bottom feeder,

and you're dragging your daughter

into the world of money and corruption with you!

No, no. Don't call me corrupt.

Cassidy, don't engage...

I'm calling your father corrupt,

and I'm calling you a complicit sycophant.

Maybe you're complicit.

Has that ever occurred to you?

I'm sorry, but Aunt Sharon died,

and it's tragic, and I miss her.

But have you considered the possibility

that my mother making you relive her death every day

in the name of some unproven conspiracy theory

is doing more harm than it is good?

It's literally killing you, Cruz,

and I hate to see it

because your kids are my friends and...

they've already lost one parent.

You're learning from the best, Cass.

And by the best, I mean worst.

And that's what's killing me.

You, and you, and I don't know about you,

but I assume you check your morals at the door, too.

I'm gonna see you in court, my friend.

Comes in hot, don't he?

I'm actually worried about him.

I've known him for a long time.

I've never seen him like this.

My fern.

What?

In my office... My... my... my old office...

My fern in my old office is dead because it's not being watered

because he let the maintenance people go.

You're not making much sense.

No, I-I've seen him like this before,

when I was interning in law school,

and they were running out of money

to finish the San Bernardino case.

He's stressed over money.

Hey. We're on our way back.

Did the discovery come in?

Take me off speaker, Annie.

Are you back in the hospital?

No.

Then what's wrong?

I'm running out of money.

We're gonna have to give this case to another firm.

What? No.

The plaintiffs chose you,

and they stuck with you even when we had a conflict.

We have to stick with them.

Loyalty doesn't win cases, Annie.

Money does. And your ex is bleeding me dry.

If we leave, the case falls apart.

The case will fall apart if we stay.

I don't know how to say this any clearer.

I can't win this.

Cruz!

Oh...

Drive faster.

Cruz? I have some ideas.

I-I think there's a way that we can figure this...

Oh. I'm... Good. You're all here.

Uh, I can go four months without salary.

Lana, Amir, how 'bout you?

I'm good for a year.

I live cheap.

I believe in this case,

but I just can't work it for free.

- You'll get paid. - In three weeks?

Because that's about as long as I can make it.

No, not three weeks. This case can go on for years.

Then we'll take on other cases.

That's still six months from fresh cash.

Then ask your bank to extend your credit line.

I already did. They denied it.

Then we'll find another bank.

We'll find another investor.

We are gonna figure out a way to pay for this

because we are not giving up.

Do you understand me? We are not giving up.

I don't mean to interrupt.

Cruz, this is for you.

Stonemore authorized us

to make you a settlement offer.

Talk it over with your clients.

My father will be in touch.

Hey. What are you doing?

Just sending some of my old clothes

to Maria's grandkids.

I remember that dress. School picture day.

I gave you those stellar pigtails.

They were lopsided, and my part was crooked.

Not as easy as it looks.

But I got better, didn't I?

You made some improvements.

Sean's not here, Dad.

I gotta check.

You liking girls was way better

for my peace of mind.

Mm-hmm.

Please don't get pregnant.

Don't intend to.

All things considered, I like Sean.

He's a good kid.

Wow.

Bold.

Yeah, right?

It's a good offer, Annie.

It's a good start, but we can't accept it

if they don't pull that valve off the market.

Can you just let me be happy for just, like,

one little second before you chip away at everything?

Look.

I haven't been this calm in weeks.

I'm gonna tell you again, Julian...

You need to get laid.

Mm. Right.

Hi.

I'm really sorry to bother you,

but I've been waiting all day, and, um, I brought a book,

but not snacks, and I'm getting really hungry.

- Angela? - Yeah.

You know her?

Um, yes? Sort of.

I accidentally flirted with her husband,

and I'm sick about it, and I really want to apologize.

I've been cheated on,

and I've made jokes in the face of it,

like you did this morning.

But I know how bad it hurts underneath the jokes.

So, um...

this is really too much information in front of you.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, no.

He can handle it.

So, I wanted you to know nothing happened.

Mm.

For a jerk, Grady was a complete gentleman.

Yep. That's him, alright.

Oh, looks like your day got better.

Uh, yes, it did.

Yes.

Okay, I won't keep you, but, Rebel,

if there is ever any way that I can make it up to you...

Um, actually, Angela, there is.

Uh, I have to get home to my gentleman jerk,

and Cruz just opened a bottle of wine.

I would hate for him to have to drink it alone.

Wow. On an empty stomach?

I'll be drunk in half a glass.

You know what?

He's got a lot of chocolate in his desk drawer.

Oh.

Night.

Enjoy.

Have a seat.

Okay.

I promise a terrible time.

Here are your divorce papers.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Thank you.

I mean, it feels like the wrong thing to say,

but... thank you.

It was really nice being married to you, Rick.

You, too.

You wanna come inside?

Is Black Elvis anywhere on

or near the premises?

He is not.

Well, then, okay.

I didn't do it to get you to show up here.

Okay?

I did it because I saw an opportunity

to save my client

millions of dollars in legal fees

and save my mentor from having a heart attack,

and for me, that...

that was a win/win.

Are you finished?

- Hey. - Hey.

Everything alright?

Yeah.

Stonemore offered a settlement.

Oh. That's great.

Yeah. Yeah.

And, um, girlfriend came by to apologize,

and I might have set her up with Cruz.

You had to make sure I couldn't have her.

Yep.

Nice seeing you jealous.

It's kind of like the old days.

You were fierce if I looked at anybody else.

I'm still fierce.

You gotta go?

No.

I'm not going anywhere.

? Honey, I've decided, oh

Is there a dinner menu? I'm famished.

How'd it go?

Even better than expected.

? While you wore me out?

I offered a settlement.

I need them to accept it.

? While you wore me out

Understood.