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[chattering]

♪ One, ooh la-la♪

♪ One, one, ooh la-la, one.♪

[woman exclaiming]

[flatulence]

With just the lipstick, nothing fancy.

I'm in a bit of a

rush today. Um...

I know I said that the soul within me,

no man can degrade, but...

I may have been mistaken.

-I like the monkey. -[scoffs]

WOMAN: I just finished my second double shift this week,

and the administrators here

are telling us not to spend too much time on certain patients.

I've seen people die that shouldn't have.

MAN: This was a

once-in-a-century pandemic.

Once in a century.

The medical workers are being championed as heroes.

They gave of their time,

-They gave of their lives... -Do you have a question,

-Mr. Glubman? -How can you now

sue the same heroes

for the death of one person?

That person was my daughter.

And I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Rivi,

but Harbor Hospital is not responsible

for your daughter's death.

Pia's death.

Use her name.

She died in your hospital

with no one to hold her.

To comfort her, kiss her cheek.

She was in perfect health,

and you--

you let her die.

We let nobody die, sir.

CARMEN: Well, then release the records.

It's your hospital. Why are they being denied to us?

We've already said HIPAA rules prevent us

from sharing Pia's medical records

-with unauthorized recipients. -I am her father.

Unauthorized includes family members.

Legally, she was an adult and entitled to medical privacy.

I have a new exhibit to introduce.

A video created by a Harbor Hospital employee.

WOMAN: And the crazy thing is

we treat our VIPs like they're royalty.

But if you're not a VIP?

COVID is a killer,

but if you're Black or brown at this hospital,

that's worse.

CARMEN: Did Pia Rivi

receive inferior treatment at Harbor Hospital

because she was Latinx?

Of course not.

That... that is offensive.

And, uh, we will need time to verify

that this "video" is real.

Well done. Bien hecho.

Ah, muchas gracias.

It comes from having a good investigator.

Agradecemo.

I want you to meet my wife. She, uh...

she kept me sane when I was in prison.

There she is.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Isabel.

This is Carmen.

CARMEN: Hello, Mrs. Rivi.

The hospital administrator told the lawyer

that if we really had this Dr. Debby,

they would have to settle at $5 million.

Would $5 million be acceptable to you, Mr. Rivi?

Anything to make them hurt.

I want them to know they hurt my daughter.

Nice meeting you.

Thank you.

JULIUS: Thank you for sitting down with me.

I just want to make sure that, this, this hand-off is, uh,

seamless and nothing falls through the cracks.

I appreciate that, as does Kurt.

I've been in touch with the FBI, Madeline Starkey.

Her, uh, suspect, Dylan Pike,

he's not as tight-lipped as Kurt.

No one is as tight-lipped as my husband.

How can I help?

On a scale of one to ten,

what is Kurt's willingness to take a deal?

He's not on that scale.

That is not an option.

I'm fairly certain

that I can get him less than one year.

-Two-year probation. -Why are you even discussing deals?

Kurt is innocent.

So was I.

But we decided that jail time was the best option.

You know as well as I, that...

sometimes, it's not about innocence.

Jay brought you some information.

What was it?

I can't divulge that.

He clearly found something incriminating about Kurt,

or you wouldn't even be considering a plea.

Diane, I'm not at liberty to discuss priv...

Your lawyer-client privilege

extends to everyone at this firm.

You're not asking me as a lawyer.

You're asking me as his wife.

And I'm not going to participate in any charade

that ignores the spousal issues at play here.

Then I should leave.

[sighs]

Talk to your husband, Diane.

He gives me permission,

I can talk.

Bad news.

Same.

You first.

I found Dr. Debby.

Her full name is Deborah Hammond,

and she passed away, two weeks ago from COVID.

Darn.

You say "darn."

I won't be offended if you say "damn."

Parental training.

Ah.

I also start every email with "Dear."

-What? -Uh...

Nothing. Uh...

-G-Go ahead. -Are you okay?

Uh, yes. It's just the lights.

I had a COVID thing last year.

-It's nothing serious. -Oh. Uh...

Harbor Hospital sent over the breakdowns we subpoenaed,

but their stats don't show any substantial disparity

between races when it comes to COVID deaths.

We need to find someone at the hospital

willing to back up Dr. Debby's allegations.

I'll get on that.

-Yes? -Uh...

A bunch of us hit the bar across the street, on Wednesdays,

to de-stress.

If you ever want to join us,

we'd love to have you.

I generally like to cling to my stress.

It keeps me sharp.

[chuckles]

I'll think about it.

DIANE: You're not hearing me.

I hear every word you say.

Then why are you willfully withholding information?

Anything you tell me

is protected by the firm's privilege

and marital privilege.

Then why did you call the FBI?

-Maybe I should go. -No, stay.

It was the right thing to do.

I never thought it would blow back on you.

Um, okay. [clears throat]

We need to discuss this Congressional tour

that you arranged for Dylan Pike,

the day before the insurrection.

DIANE: Pike was a veteran.

You work at the VA.

Helping him was, was part of your job.

JULIUS: We're not constructing rebuttal, yet.

I want to hear, in Kurt's own words, what he was thinking.

I was doing him a favor. He asked.

I made a call. That's it.

[pen scribbling]

Do you plan on being a part of every conversation

I have with Kurt?

Maybe.

I'm a good lawyer, Diane.

[grunts] But I'm a lousy couples therapist.

You could find one of those for a lot less.

Did I make you think I wanted a therapist?

I just need to know when I'm talking to my colleague,

and when I'm talking to Kurt's wife.

Okay.

Let me ask you, as his wife,

are you still talking about taking a deal?

No.

He's done nothing wrong.

And if I ask you as a lawyer?

It's not good.

The Feds want a head.

[siren wailing]

So, you shot Dr. Debby's videos?

Yeah.

Yeah, I tried to do the one-shot Goodfellasthing

down the hallway, into the ICU.

But?

Fucking hospital rules.

I had to keep throwing in a cut.

Dr. Debby had you upload the videos to TikTok?

Yeah. I edited them together with a whip pan.

I got this really cool software.

What do you mean, "edited them together"?

TikTok only lets you upload about a minute.

You know, four 15-second videos strung together.

I helped Dr. Debby pick which takes to use.

I added the captions, the filters.

I added the whip pan.

-She did a lot of takes? -God, yes.

People think this disease

only affects old people or poor people.

But let me tell you...

Last week, the husband of our CEO was admitted.

Sharon Booth's husband.

Of course, they rolled out the red carpet for him.

Which meant we had to move five other patients out of the ICU.

Poor things. [sobbing]

Can I get a copy of this?

[door bangs]

♪

[beeping nearby]

♪

Look out. Coming through.

Coming through! Coming through!

-Coming through! Move! -[labored breathing]

This guy's in bad shape.

-[coughing] -Out of the way!

[overlapping chatter]

[loud chatter continues]

[beeping]

[elevator chimes]

Hi, Diane.

Ugh, why isn't my office like this?

-Your view's so pretty. -What do you want, Madeline?

I want that throw pillow, two of them, just like that.

I'm not Kurt's lawyer anymore.

This way.

Well, I think you should see these.

I'm not Mr. McVeigh's lawyer.

Yes, but you are his wife.

As you can see, these are the bullets

taken from your apartment when we searched it.

As you can see, when we opened the boxes

of Kurt's shotgun shells... Hold on. Hold on.

We found initials drawn on each of the shells.

Look, here's a T.M.

A B.T.

Another T.M.

At first, we were confused about the whole initials thing.

You know? But then Dylan Pike pointed out

that they were the initials of legislators

of the Illinois General Assembly.

Could you get security up here?

-This woman is harassing me. -Harassing?

Someone like me? A federal agent.

This federal agent is harassing me.

Please ask security to meet me upstairs.

So, that's right, Dylan Pike informed us

that your husband has designs on a similar insurrection

against the General Assembly.

He also had these zip ties,

and plans to kidnap five top Springfield legislators

and put them on trial. Whoa.

You understand, I'm a seasoned lawyer.

This doesn't work on me.

I'm not going to run

crying to my husband, "How could you?"

The very fact that you came to me and not Kurt's lawyer

shows how weak you think your evidence is.

So, here's a piece of advice, Madeline,

one wife to another.

If you believe these photos, don't bring them to me.

Take them to Julius, and tell him to make a deal.

And good luck.

I'm going to guess you're Carmen Moyo.

I am.

Who are you?

Ricardo Diaz.

Well, only my mother calls me Ricardo though.

Most people call me Racehorse.

Right.

Where's Mr. Glubman?

[chuckling]: I don't know.

When I called him, he was crying

too much to explain where he was.

Maybe you were too formidable an adversary.

You're his replacement, Mr. Diaz?

Just Racehorse is fine.

Well, Mr. Glubman promised me a settlement offer.

[scoffs] Yeah, well, that's not going to happen.

I enjoy fighting too much.

And you look like a fun opponent.

Look, I hope you don't mind if I depose one of your witnesses,

a Dr. Deborah Hammond.

Dr. TikTok.

Dr. Hammond is deceased.

Well, that ought to keep her answers brief.

I seem to remember hearing that there was an acute shortage

of trained medical personnel due to the COVID pandemic.

Is that what you remember as well, Doctor?

Okay, uh, are we done here?

Yet, even in the midst of a nationwide shortage,

you were let go.

See, the way I see it,

smells of incompetence.

Or retaliation.

See, I wonder, Doctor, if you wouldn't agree

that there are a number of factors that go into

the type of treatment a patient receives,

and some that have nothing to do with race or connections.

For instance, there's the patient's own wishes.

Is Harbor Hospital prepared

-to make a settlement offer? -No.

But they are prepared to respond to one.

You see, as of 9:00 a.m. this morning,

a counterclaim for defamation was filed

-on Harbor Hospital's behalf. -Great negotiating tactic.

Here's the thing, Miss Moyo.

Ask your drug-kingpin client if he's happy about being deposed.

Remind him he has to answer every question I ask him

on the record.

Then we'll talk settlement.

I'll get back to you.

Hmm.

You're a year out of law school, sweetums.

[chuckles] Let's see how you do against a real lawyer.

Good luck.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

DIANE: So...

This is what the AUSA said they found in our house

when they searched.

Are they yours?

Yes.

The shotgun shells and the zip ties?

Yes.

Dylan Pike says you're leading an insurrection

of the Illinois Assembly, and these are the initials

of the legislators that you intend for each bullet.

[sighs]

[scoffs]

Is that not true?

Did she say why every legislator had the same initials

T.M. and B.T.?

These aren't initials?

No. Why would I put initials on buckshot shells?

T.M. means Tungsten-Matrix, a metal alloy shell.

And B.T. is Bismuth-Tin, a non-toxic alloy.

And the zip ties?

Those are five-inch zip ties.

They're too thin for humans.

They're used to tag a deer.

[chuckling] Okay, Kurt.

This is where my ignorance of hunting, uh, works against me.

So, please, feel free to keep clueing me in.

Just ask me questions.

And, Diane...

you should never let Starkey come to you.

-You should always send her to me. -Please. She chased me.

Don't let her chase you.

The bigger issue, if you ask me, is Dylan Pike.

He's a coward.

Who's lying about Kurt to reduce his sentence.

I would agree.

Which is why, it's-it's just insane, Kurt,

for you to stay silent.

And I know it's your code.

-Your stupid cowboy code. -You keep saying that.

-Because it's true. -No.

No, because I don't like how the authorities

use lies like these to get me to turn on someone.

Dylan Pike is going to send you to prison,

because he knows you won't respond to his lies.

I mean, John Wayne doesn't punch first, but he does punch back.

-I'm just a John Wayne cartoon to you? -JULIUS: Wait. Wait. Wait.

Kurt, you don't want to name names.

I can respect that.

But, uh, how did Dylan Pike

know about the marking system on your shells?

We talked when we were at the firing range.

And were there other people there?

I can't say that.

But you can talk to those other people.

And if they contradict what Pike was saying,

then, maybe, we can undercut the Feds' case.

DIANE: So, you're saying that Kurt could go

to these other witnesses and get them to back him up?

Yeah.

Then Kurt isn't turning over names.

[sighs]

Marissa, what are you doing? I need your help.

I need you to follow someone.

Are you sure you don't want to be asking Jay to handle this?

Since he's a full-time investigator.

No. I'm asking you.

Okay.

I'll get on it.

Ugh.

[dialogue inaudible]

Ms. Reddick,

you've met Mr. Rivi, and this is his wife Isabel.

Isabel is asking for you to wait outside, Carmen.

Of course.

I have to interpret for her.

We lost our interpreter last week.

Bueno. Dale.

Harbor Hospital replaced their lawyer with a ringer.

Racehorse Diaz.

Yes. That is my understanding, but...

h-he's a mercenary.

But a tough mercenary.

Diaz wins every case he takes.

But he's not unbeatable.

-No! -[exclaims]

No. !¡Carajo!

LIZ: "I don't want that girl on our case..."

Oh, uh, Mrs. Rivi, Carmen is very resourceful.

And I'm not as up-to-date on your case.

I-I would only hold her back.

RIVI: Does our business matter to you?

Of course.

Your associates, across the hall,

joked about my husband being...

...a killer wetback?

They what?

I want to know if our business matters to you.

Because we can easily take it somewhere else.

Mrs. Rivi, Mr. Rivi...

I apologize for my associates' behavior.

I will read up on your case,

and I will join it today.

[mouthing]

Did one of you use a Mexican slur about Rivi?

You're all fired.

All of you.

Collect your things and go, now.

You took these videos, Mr. Novacek?

Am I pronouncing your name correctly?

Yeah. And yeah, I took the videos.

Let me show you another one.

WOMAN [baby voice]: Oh, I want some food.

I'm hungry.

Where's my food?

Cute.

What is your point, Mr. Racehorse?

Hmm.

Let me tell you, Mrs. Reddick.

It's so good to have you join us.

I welcome the competition.

Now, did you take that Tiktok video too, Elliot?

ELLIOT: No.

But you posted it for Dr. Debby?

-Yes. -Good.

Let me show you another one.

♪ Twelve...♪

♪ Bed...♪

♪ Pans...♪

Oh! Oh!

[exclaims, mutters in Spanish]

She's a bad person because she made fun videos?

So, tell me, Mr. Novacek, did Dr. Debby

give you specific instructions

as to the time of day to post her videos on TikTok?

Yeah. 6:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m.

Hmm. And why was that?

It's the best window for follower engagement.

Much as I don't want to disparage the good doc,

it seems her social media popularity was...

-Important? -Objection.

On what grounds?

General asshole-ry.

Did Dr. Debby ever mention to you why she cared

about follower engagement?

-I mean, it's not a bad thing. -I'm not judging, just asking.

Uh, she was trying to build her brand.

She thought she could get on

one of those Married to Medicinespinoffs.

WOMAN: Dr. Debby?

She was heroic for her patients.

She cared.

So, you don't think she was looking for attention?

Look, I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but...

...she was complicated.

A clout chaser.

She'd pull folks from their stations

to do confessionals for the camera.

Could that be interpreted

as just trying to get the message out?

Yeah, well, that's less important

when we needed her, and she was down

some social media rabbit hole.

Did you ever see the "Dance Dance Nurse Challenge"?

♪ When the trap burst♪

♪ Don't talk that trash to me♪

♪ Don't slick back...♪

-[Jay chuckles] -[beeping]

♪ 'Cause my clique get money like athletes♪

-♪ That's a whole damn bag♪ -[beeping]

♪ We stackin' these, huh♪

♪ Don't talk that trash to me♪

♪ We be puttin' in work, dawg, bag the piece...♪

[music fades]

[beeping]

You okay?

Yeah. [clears throat]

Uh, w-where did you film this challenge?

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

♪

[beeping]

JAY: Mexico.

MAN: Why Mexico?

I want to go one day.

I've never been.

MAN: I-I've been to Puerto Vallarta.

[straining]: The beach is pretty.

Real pretty.

[beeping]

Why are we here?

We're...

Because we're dying.

[coughing]

When did you last see a doctor?

MAN: Yesterday.

No. No, it was, it was... It was Thursday.

What's your name?

-Woody. -Jay.

[grunting]

I'm reaching out my hand.

Can, can you grab it?

I'm trying.

Let's do this.

Let's keep each other alive.

Okay?

Okay.

[beeping]

What is that?

[groaning] Oh, I don't know.

What number do you want it to be?

[groaning]

[beeping]

[Jay groaning]

I don't know.

I don't know either.

[gunfire]

We should not be talking.

You heard about Dylan?

I don't want any part of it. I'm actually

trying to de-stress here, if you don't mind.

Dylan told the FBI that I was planning

to assault the Illinois Assembly.

Kurt...

My mother agreed to babysit an hour a week. I had to beg.

This is my mommy-rejuvenation time.

[sighs] It would really help me

if you would tell the authorities the truth.

You did not give them my name, did you?

I wouldn't do that.

There were others there; ask them.

I did.

They won't come forward.

All I can see...

is my little girl...

without me.

I cannot do that to her.

I have to protect my child.

I cannot get arrested.

You won't.

I'm really sorry.

But my daughter comes first.

Hey, stay.

Fire a round with me.

It helps.

No.

[gunfire continues]

[magazine clicks]

-[camera clicking] -[clears throat]

[gunshots]

[exhales]

[whirring reverberating]

Trying to sleep? [clears throat]

Yes.

My mom said, when you can't sleep...

[grunts] ...sing.

Sing what?

[humming]

♪ Yesterday was so good♪

♪ But today is so bad♪

♪ Now I'm wondering...♪

Fantastic Negrito?

[coughing]

I don't know.

Do you see Frederick Douglass?

WOODY: No.

Who's that?

Me.

Reach out your hand.

[whimpering]

Here they come.

They think you're in a coma.

Those are pneumonia.

The rest can be heart failure.

They don't think we're conscious, do they?

No. You're in a coma.

As far as I know,

the Hippocratic Oath only covers medicine,

not TikTok.

So, you deny your husband received any special treatment?

I think she already said that, but sure,

let's have her say it again.

All right. This time I'll make it more interesting.

Our hospital staff has gone through anti-racism training,

and it is a priority for us

that we give all of our patients the equivalent care.

-Irrespective of race? -Yes.

We've had more deaths in our hospital from heart failure

and pneumonia than from COVID.

LIZ: Great. Well, can-can I see those numbers?

[whispers]: Ask about pneumonia deaths by race.

I think they switched COVID deaths

to pneumonia among Blacks.

-How do you know? -I don't. Ask.

-LIZ: Pretty straightforward. I mean, if you say... -May I interrupt?

I have a quick question to ask, if you don't mind.

-Go ahead. -Ms. Booth,

do you know the racial breakdowns for pneumonia

and heart failure deaths at Harbor Hospital?

Not off the top of my head, no.

No problem.

We'll subpoena them.

Do you have any idea how many people of color,

whose cause of death was listed as pneumonia or heart failure,

also had COVID?

BOOTH: There was some overlap there

with patients of all races,

but I-I don't have the specific numbers at this time.

Did the hospital staff, in fact,

reclassify 67 COVID deaths among Blacks as pneumonia,

so that only 37 were listed?

BOOTH: How...

How did you get that number?

LIZ: That's not the question.

The question is whether it's accurate?

The hosp...

I will have to check with my staff.

Well, please do.

We'll be waiting.

DIAZ: Let's call a recess.

I wouldn't mind stretching my legs.

Yes.

Take your time stretching them,

Racehorse.

Where did you get that number?

I was at the hospital.

Yeah, but where did you get the number?

A memory.

Can we get any more of these memories?

I don't know.

-What else? -What else do I remember

-from being at the hospital? -Yes.

I checked the records, and you were there

the same time as Pia.

What I remember...

-won't be helpful. -Why not?

Well, I remember Frederick Douglass and Karl Marx

sitting in a corner talking to me.

DOUGLASS: That's not a good idea.

-You had hallucinations? -Yes.

So, you're not sure what's real

-and what isn't? -Yes.

But the number of COVID deaths being reduced,

-you had an exact number. -DOUGLASS: No one wants an investigator

who can't distinguish between reality

and hallucinations.

JAY: Could you say that again?

-No one wants a... -But the number... -Not you.

Are you hallucinating now?

Uh-oh.

I have some long-haul COVID symptoms.

And that results in some...

-cloudiness in my thinking. -Good.

-"Cloudiness" is good. -But your memories

about the reduced COVID numbers,

-they were specific. -Hmm.

JESUS: That's because the nurses thought

you were in a coma and couldn't hear them.

-But he was in a coma. -Right, and he could hear

-in a coma. -The soul transcends the body...

-[arguing continues] -For a few weeks,

I was in a coma and...

I could hear the nurses talking over me.

-[overlapping arguing] -JAY: Uh, they couldn't hear me...

-[shushing] -What? What?

CARMEN: So, you heard them admit things

they wouldn't admit to a patient?

Or you imagined you heard them?

That's the question.

See, I'm not sure.

Could we talk over here?

Okay.

I'll need you to go back through all your memories,

and try and distinguish between the real ones

and the imagined ones.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Functional, anyway.

-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, here we all are.

Diane, I'm so glad you could make it.

Yes. And as long as you know that Diane

is not Kurt's lawyer-- I am.

I just thought it was best to keep us all up-to-date.

And thank you for meeting me out here.

They're cleaning my windows.

They get a bit coated.

I would like to update you on, uh,

just a few things you presented to Diane.

Oh, the shotgun shells. Yeah.

Apparently, your husband made them all by himself.

-U-Uh, Madeline. -Mm-hmm?

Dylan Pike is playing you.

The markings are about pellet count.

T.M. is Tungsten-Matrix. B.T. is Bismuth-Tin.

Well, that's not all I've got.

Yes, the, uh, zip ties.

-Mm-hmm. -Not for humans.

They're for tagging deer.

-[birds splatting] -Check online.

Yeah, well. That's not all I've got.

Ah, yes. I hope not, because this is...

This is disappointing.

-Mm-hmm. Yeah. -[splatting]

Sorry. We still haven't solved the bird problem, but, um...

You might want to look...

at that.

-What is that? -It's Kurt's manifesto.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it's calling on like-minded patriots

to stand up for their rights,

-to not allow the left to push them out. -[thumping, splatting]

"We can have the nation we want, but they're not

going to just give it to us. We'll have to fight for it."

-Kurt didn't write that. -Diane...

It is signed with a pseudonym, true, but it was in his files.

-Let me see. -Sure.

That's a copy. You can keep that.

[thumping, splatting]

You want one?

[loud splat]

[beeping]

[beeping]

-What is this place? -[beeping]

Can you see what she's writing?

No, I can't.

Here. Pull my hand.

And I'll be in position.

[coughing]

[coughs]

JAY: What's it say?

WOODY: "No Visitors in the Pit."

What's the Pit?

-I think... -Mm.

I think we're in the Pit.

[coughs]

What was the Pit, Dr. Bernard?

Where is this fishing expedition coming from, young lady?

It's coming from a land called "None of your fucking business."

Would you like Ms. Moyo to repeat the question, sir?

Uh, no.

Originally it was a waiting room

for patients and their family members.

With the pandemic, family members were no longer allowed

on the premises, and a lot of the hospital staff ended up

using it as a break room. Because it was in the basement,

-we called it the Pit. -The Pit?

Was it outfitted to care for patients?

-No. -So, no oxygen lines,

no monitors...

Was that a question? The witness said it was a break room.

We are entitled to ascertain what was

and was not in the room.

In the month of April 2020,

there were patients in the break room, or Pit,

-as you call it. -We were overwhelmed.

We had to make room where we could.

That included hallways, and yes,

turning our break room into a...

temporary patient room.

[whispers]: Douglass Wood.

Are you familiar with a patient named Douglass Wood?

-Yes. -DIAZ: Wait.

What does this have to do with anything?

I don't know. Why don't we find out together.

According to hospital records,

you were his attending physician

until he was transferred off your floor.

Why was he sent to the Pit?

Again, we had to maximize space.

I don't think you understand how many near-death patients

were being sent to us every single day.

Had Douglass Wood ever coded prior to being sent to the Pit?

Yes. He was resuscitated twice.

Were there any ventilators in the Pit?

No.

So you sent someone who had needed to be resuscitated prior

to a part of the hospital that didn't have any ventilators?

-Why was that? -He stopped responding to treatment.

We had other patients who were responding to treatment

better than he was.

CARMEN: So, you banished him to the Pit to die?

[beeping]

Woody...

-[panting] -Woody, hold on to me.

BERNARD: You think we sent anyone down there on a whim?

Intake was through the roof.

There were refrigerated trucks with bodies stacked up inside.

We were working to the point of physical and mental exhaustion.

Douglass Wood and Pia Rivi died

because, back then,

we knew less about the virus than we know now.

Blame the federal government for that, not me.

Well, are you aware, Doctor, that the overwhelming majority

of patients who were sent to the Pit, including Douglass Wood

and Pia Rivi, were Black or brown?

[humming]

Come on, sing...

-He's not letting go. -We got a call to move him.

"We got a call."

Who? [whimpering]

MAN: What'd he say?

WOMAN: I don't know. "Who," I think.

BERNARD: I don't do statistical analysis.

CARMEN: You also never set foot in the Pit, did you?

BERNARD: No, I didn't.

WOMAN: Here.

-[sobbing] -His friend is dead.

♪

[coughing]

CARMEN: I have no further questions.

DIAZ: Doctor...

You were also the attending physician for Pia Rivi,

who was the plaintiff's daughter.

-Were you not? -BERNARD: I was.

-DIAZ: You sent her to the Pit? -No, I didn't.

DIAZ: Well, she was pretty bad off, wasn't she?

BERNARD: Her condition rapidly deteriorated.

Hmm. And from her admitting forms,

you were aware of the fact that she was Latinx, yes?

-I was aware of it. -Well,

given the slanderous accusations

-made by opposing counsel... -Objection.

...why wasn't Miss Rivi sent to the Pit?

I'm not proud of saying this, but...

...we knew who her father was.

DIAZ: Hmm.

And knowing who he was,

you knew he was a convicted narcotics trafficker

who had committed, or ordered to be committed,

-murder on multiple occasions. -BOTH: Objection.

Setting aside whether it's true or not,

the hospital staff was aware of it?

Yes.

And did knowing that

affect the kind of care she received?

She had a private room and round-the-clock nurses.

We did everything humanly possible to keep her alive.

We were terrified of what would happen to us if we didn't.

We're still terrified.

Hey.

Uh...

When I was...

Um, when I had COVID, and I was in the Pit,

I heard the nurses say they got a call to get me out of there,

out of the Pit.

And that probably saved my life.

Was that you?

Jay, I'm...

No, I mean, I'm...

-I'm sorry. I... -That-That's okay.

That's okay. I...

was just trying to figure out who.

I wish, I wish that it had been me.

But I-I just didn't know how bad off you were.

Me neither.

Maybe it...

it was your sisters.

I mean, I think they knew.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, my sisters.

Uh... [stammers, chuckles]

This is quaint.

I guess walls can be overrated, in some situations.

May I help you, Mr. Diaz?

No. It's how I may help you.

I'm calling Rivi as my next witness.

Mr. Rivi's testimony has already been taken.

Well, not by me.

I'm no Counselor Glubman. [chuckles]

There's always another option for you, of course.

Oh, yeah?

What is that?

Drop the case?

No. No, no, no.

We're willing to settle.

I think I can get the hospital to agree to a payout of, uh...

Ten dollars.

[chuckles]

Call me by tomorrow.

[exhales sharply] Yep.

That's Racehorse's go-to.

He'll, uh, he'll get Rivi under oath,

ask him about his businesses,

try to get him to incriminate himself.

What should I do? I don't want to lose this.

Well, then you need to tell your client

the upside and the downside.

This can only be his decision.

Thanks.

-Yes? -[sighs]

I want to learn from you.

I don't...

My attitude is knowing.

But it's, it's just my attitude.

It's not who I am.

Carmen.

When I was your age,

I acted exactly the same way.

I wanted to be perfect.

So, I acted like I was perfect.

Because bluff is-is always a part of it, but just...

Just let me help you, when I can.

Ask questions.

I will.

Tell Rivi,

it's his decision whether to go forward or not.

But...

if Racehorse does depose him,

we'll find a way to punish him.

I like the sound of that.

My guess is Rivi will, too.

DIAZ: Señor Rivi.

When was the last time you saw your daughter

prior to her hospitalization?

In, uh, 2014.

So, you hadn't seen her in the six years before she died?

RIVI: We talked on the phone.

DIAZ: Oh, that's nice. How often?

-RIVI: Once a month. -Mm.

Well, I suppose "often" is relative.

How often do you talk to your daughter, Racehorse?

I'm not being deposed, Liz.

Yes, but you just made a comment about "often,"

and I just, I just want to compare it

to, uh, the three times that you've spoken

to your daughter in the past three years.

[Carmen clears throat]

You talked to my daughter?

No, I just find that Instagram

is a cornucopia of treasures these days.

[chuckles, clears throat] Can I continue?

I think the word you're looking for is "May I?"

-But sure, go ahead. -Mr. Rivi,

would it be fair to describe your relationship

with your daughter as strained?

RIVI: We loved each other.

Yeah, we had issues.

But, um...

we were working through them.

Well, did these issues have anything

to do with you being a murderer?

LIZ: Do not falsely label my client. Carmen?

His sentence was overturned.

Apologies. Señor Rivi,

what right do you have to sue Harbor Hospital

for pain and suffering, when your own daughter

-wanted nothing to do with you? -LIZ: Okay, Racehorse.

You're just creating your own narrative here.

For all your client's stated concern about the treatment

of Black and Latinx people at Harbor Hospital,

I wonder if it ever occurred to him

how many of them died from the drugs he got rich peddling.

[dialogue inaudible]

Oh, so business isn't good? I could imagine

a prison stay wouldn't be great for sales.

Unless you had a trusted number two at the helm.

You're just sounding desperate, Racehorse.

It's funny, I actually have it under good authority

that business has never been better for you.

But you just got out, so...

...who's been in charge while you were gone?

[mouthing]

You're, you're going to have to actually ask a question

if you want to get an answer.

No, I think Isabel knows what I was asking.

But I will repeat it for the camera.

I asked Mr. Rivi,

was your wife in charge of your drug empire?

Objection! This has nothing...

And is she, in fact, still in charge?!

-That's it! -Ah.

This is over!

[chuckles] It's a good way to get around FBI bugging.

Have a wife who relies on sign language.

LIZ: Oscar...

[yelling]

-[repeats phrase in Spanish] -LIZ: We need security up here!

-Security! -CARMEN: Oscar, no!

LIZ: Gentlemen, please!

Stop it!

CARMEN: Oscar. Oscar!

Dejalo. Dejalo.

-CARMEN: Oh, God. -LIZ: We need a medic!

We need a medic on the 23rd floor, right now!

Oh, shit.

-No puedo, Oscar. -LIZ: Racehorse?

[camera beeping]

[beeping stops]

♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round♪

-♪ Round and rou...♪ -[scoffs]

[music stops]

Hello. I'm Kurt McVeigh's wife.

Hello.

I think we should talk.

You need to come clean with the FBI.

-What do you mean? -I mean,

you need to give the Feds the names of all the people

in your group, so that Kurt doesn't take the fall,

since he's done nothing wrong to any of you.

I haven't done anything wrong either.

Mm.

"I'm more ambitious

for a reputation of personal courage."

I recognized that phrase from a video you shot for the NRA.

Straight out of Churchill, isn't it?

What do you want?

What I want is for you not to exist.

What I'll get is for you to go to the Feds

and clear my husband of all these charges.

I'm not guilty. I didn't do anything.

I don't give a fuck. You wrote this manifesto.

You're hiding the names of your little gun group.

And my husband is being fucked over in the process.

So, you tell the Feds that he is innocent.

I have to pick up my daughter.

Yes, I know. I checked you out online.

I think it's strange that a dedicated gun-rights advocate

would have any issues with being publicly tied

to this little manifesto.

But... Mm.

I guess you're worried what your Gymboree group might think.

You have until tomorrow.

After that, I'm telling the FBI that it's you.

-♪ Round and round, the whe...♪ -Shit!

JAY: Diane...

I need to ask you a question.

Sure.

When I was at the hospital, a year ago,

someone called for me.

Uh, to get me into a hospital room.

Was that you?

Was it me?

Who got me out of an area where patients were sent to die?

I wish I could say yes, Jay.

I didn't know you were in trouble.

I-I would've called.

DAVID: Why the fuck aren't you asking me?

I make calls all the time.

What're you talking about?

Well, think about it.

I know everyone at the Harbor Hospital board.

I did half of their divorces

and went to college with the other half.

I kept track of any of our troops that got sick.

[Jay stammers]

You didn't really?

-Did you? -Of course I did.

It takes a call from someone like me.

That's how you get the best seat in the restaurant,

or a hospital room.

David.

Thank you. I...

Jay, it was a business decision.

Forget it.

The moment has passed.

Does it mean less when your patron is an asshole?

I don't know.

You're alive.

I'm not.

I'm sorry.

I am, too.

Thank you.

I know the risk you're taking.

That's great news.

Again, thank you.

Okay.

Okay. Good.

[exhales sharply]

Want one?

Good news?

Julius was right.

One of the other shooters is coming forward

to contradict Dylan Pike.

Oh. That's great.

Here.

It's amazing how close we came to disaster just then.

[chuckles] It always is.

You watch my back, I'll watch yours.

It's a deal.

["Tennessee Waltz" by Patty Page playing]

This moment will never come again.

[laughs]

Ooh.

♪ I was waltzin'♪

♪ With my darlin' to the Tennessee♪

Are we gonna be okay?

♪ Waltz♪

-♪ When an old friend♪ -We're gonna try.

♪ I happened to see♪

♪ I introduced him to my loved one♪

♪ And while they were dancin'♪

♪ My friend stole♪

♪ My sweetheart from me.♪

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