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[rock music plays]

[Ingrid] The law
of conservation of energy.

Energy can neither
be created nor destroyed,

but can only be transformed
from one form to another.

So I'm transforming
all the crazy energy I have about Murphy

into focused energy on work.

[podcast host] Shut-in fees
and how to deal with shut-in fees.

Savvy lawyers
may have considered amending extant leases

to give them the maximum protection
against lease termination

due to nonpayment of shut-in fees.

M&A podcast again? No rest for the nerdy.

These laws change every five minutes.
I have to do my homework.

Nice outfit.

Looks familiar. Like yesterday familiar.

Dancer from Hamilton.

Strong, handsome, dull.

Luckily for me,
he was really into product.

-What happened to your baise-en-ville?
-I tragically left it at Stefan's.

All my La Mer was in there.
That shit's expensive.

Call him and ask for it back.

-Not that expensive.
-[chuckles]

-[Rachel chuckles]
-[mobile chimes]

[scoffs]

Leave temp dial alone!

Left handle is rain shower.
Right handle is body jets.

-If my sister breaks my shower...
-You love that shower.

I do love that shower.

Any estimated time of departure?

Nope. She's Lina.
You know, she blows with the wind.

[Rachel] Mazel, big shot.

Excited to pitch Luxe legal?

Yes, but mostly
to impress Raymond Vanderlin.

He is a legend
with an epic luxury-goods portfolio.

-Didn't you work with him before?
-Yeah, first year. Big parfumerie.

I spent six months in a windowless room
looking through files.

He came in once
and told me to use Oxford commas.

-[chuckles]
-After that, the client went bankrupt.

I've been trying to work
with him ever since, and today is the day!

-Yes, honey.
-[all chuckle]

Ladies and gentlemen, my two-week respite
is officially over. I've been staffed.

Something in media and entertainment.
At least it's not re-insurance.

You might have to put in
an honest day's work.

Why are we talking about my staffing when
the topic of Sir Hotness is out there?

Tyler, weigh in.

Well, Jeff Murphy is a fuckboy.

Stay away. Far, far away.

Right? Who lies, then un-lies?

Maybe he's trying to knock me off my game.

If he was hoping to make partner
in London, that won't have changed.

-So he's a competitive fuckboy? Boring.
-[chuckles]

I know. I'll just avoid him.

Forget about him. I wanna hear
about Mr. High Siddity, Nick Laren.

Or as I like to call him,
"the other white meat."

Girl, what? I've dated more Asian guys
than you. That is a fact. Now spill.

-We kissed.
-And that's it?

I like a slow burn.

No. You have
that arbitrary three-date rule.

-Honey, your mother did a number on you.
-Right?

I mean, what are the parameters?

Move to a second location,
that count as a second date?

Okay. Relax. We're supposed
to have lunch today. That can be date two.

Though now with Sun Corp,
I'll never have time for a date.

Don't let this place suck you dry, Ingrid.

If you like Nick, get on it.

Please.

["Good Good Day"
by Ryan Corn feat. Anna Graceman playing]

♪ Ain't got no reason to complain
Na, na, na ♪

♪ The sun is shining on display
Na, na, na ♪

♪ I'm looking 'round
At all that's going down... ♪

[all chuckling]

-Slay the day, ladies.
-You know it.

[Ingrid sighs]

Oh, I gotta run. [kisses]

[Rachel] Henri!

You're back!

-[speaks French]
-[chuckles]

[clears throat]

[in English] Oh, sorry.
You were here first. After you.

How are you, Ellen?

Fine. Thank you.

Great.

Bye.

[electronic chime]

Anything?

Nope. Six years I've been trying with her.

Nothing.

It's so weird.

[Ingrid] "Weird"? How about unfair?

Your big-sister mentor took you
to the Bahamas for Thanksgiving

and got you on your first big case.

Mine barely looks at me. She hates me.

Ingrid, the woman is a sphinx.
She doesn't talk to anyone.

Right. Making it that much harder
for her mentees to gain any traction here.

-[both sigh]
-Uh-oh.

-Incoming.
-Hey.

-Uh, oh, um, Marty wants to see you.
-About what?

-I don't know.
-When?

Seemed pretty urgent.

You could have just texted me.

No, it's cool. I wanted
to just stretch my legs a little bit.

[mouths] What?

I think I'm gonna go blueberry.

Sesame?

Oh my God.

Do better.

[whimsical music plays]

Blueberry it is.

-[inaudible]
-[whimsical music ends]

Soy latte, two honey sticks.

Are you a stalker?

No. I stood behind you
in the coffee line once.

Figured it was probably hard for you
to get away from your desk during the day.

[intercom beeps]

Marty will see you now.

[whimsical music plays]

[knocks on door]

[Marty] Problem.

Lassiter's main interest
in Min Enterprises

are their crude oil holdings in Louisiana.

Turns out, the Mins own the mineral rights
and not the actual land.

If those oil wells stop producing...

The mineral rights
could revert back to landowner.

Right. The Mins stopped pulling
from the wells 90 days ago.

The landowner just sent notice
that they consider the lease terminated.

Someone needs to look through
the exact wording of the original lease.

Without those oil wells,
this deal will not go through.

Okay. I'm happy to look.
Land use has always been a passion...

The Mins didn't digitize until 2003.
The files are in the corner lounge.

Somewhere in there is a land lease
from the mid-'60s.

Find it. I've got dinner with Ted at 8:00.

Bye.

[light music plays]

[sighs]

Well, shit.

My sentiments exactly.

-What are you doing here?
-Marty said you could use the help.

Okay.

Ted specifically said he only wanted
to pay for one senior associate.

And I'm a lateral transfer who bills
at half the rate while I find my sea legs,

so Ted isn't pissed about the billables,
and you get the extra help.

I don't need the extra help.

Well, then, think of it as a chance for us
to spend some quality time together.

I have to go to the bathroom.

So much for staying far, far away!
Now I have to cancel lunch with Nick!

Do not cancel lunch with Nick.
Nick is a fucking catch.

Handsome with a side of existentialism.

What do I do?

It's nothing but Murphy,
me, and 300 boxes.

Murphy's a mindfucker.

Reveal nothing.
Show no weakness. Play it cool.

"Play it cool."

Okay. We're gonna do the thing. Come on.

[sighs] Okay.

Okay. Go.

When I say "relax," you say...

Organize.

Seriously? When I say relax,
the first thing you think is "organize"?

I know. I know.

Okay. Well, start there.

You got this.

[intriguing music plays]

Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

How are the boxes arranged?

I think the chaps
just kind of piled them in.

Okay. Well,
we can't just go box by random box.

We need a meta-strategy.

-What?
-Nothing.

[sighs]

Let's arrange them chronologically.
Put anything from 1960s over here.

[pop music playing]

[soft moans]

♪ I got that summertime feeling
Sun in my eyes ♪

♪ They say I'm sweet like the peaches
Come take a bite ♪

♪ It's a vibe
Looking up to the sky ♪

♪ This is alive... ♪

Uh, no.

Most recent here, moving backwards.

Yes, ma'am.

[soft moans]

[clears throat]

♪ 'Cause I wanna let my hair down ♪

♪ Let it go... ♪

Hello.

[pop music fades out]

Nope. No way.
I'm asking to be transferred.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
High-profile, partner-track case.

Oh, Dan. You sad, sad, ambitious man.
You will never know what touches me.

Come on, it'll be easy.

The matriarch of a big,
family-owned company

is dissolving her living trust
and selling the company.

Word is you could use the billables.

Piss off.

Case is a cream puff.
High billing rate, low workload.

You like money, right?

Fine.

Who's the family?

Seriously? Grammy Goose?
Doesn't she make canned fruit?

Pie filling, actually, and so much more.

Frankly, Ingrid did me a solid
when she stole Sun Corp from me.

This is its own empire.

Gertrude Weaver,
AKA Grammy Goose, AKA "Gigi,"

had a soybean farm in Pennsylvania,

but in the '80s,
when her husband died and a cold snap hit,

she needed to reinvent.

So, she put up a couple kitschy shacks
and some carny rides

and called it
Grammy Goose's Fun Time Farm,

and sold jars
of her ready-made pie filling.

Forty years later,
it's a full-fledged theme park

with huge merch royalties,
a canned-food empire,

and her own catchphrase,

"Chase your dreams
and the rest will follow."

Her dreams worked out.

The company generates
about 550 million annually.

-[whistles]
-She put her shares into a living trust

to control distribution of money
to her grandchildren.

Now she's looking to dissolve that trust
and find a buyer for the company.

-Rich kids about to be cut off?
-Mm-hmm.

Her only son died while on vacation

trying to take a selfie
in front of an active volcano, and just...

fell in.

-I know.
-What?

He is survived
by his three children, Gigi's grandkids.

So you need me as some muscle
in case anybody gets litigious?

Say I'm your muscle.

-You're my muscle.
-That's right.

Ugh.

Triple hemp, dirty chai?

Don't threaten me with a good time.
Resorting to bribery, huh?

Sorry I wasn't around this morning.

Dawn bagels and lox
at the community center.

Fourth time this week
I've woken up to an empty bed.

Your future constituents
see you more than your boyfriend.

[groans]

I had Alma block out lunch for us.

-You're forgiven. Again.
-[grunts]

Now, I can't talk. I have this meeting.

Luxe. I remember. Go kick ass, my love.

Show Raymond Vanderlin
who he's been ignoring all these years.

-I'mma do my best.
-[chuckles]

[hopeful music plays]

Luxe hasn't sought new counsel
in 15 years.

This is exciting.

They represent old-world luxury, as do we.

It's why one comes to Parsons, Valentine.

We've got this. See you all at 3:00.

Thank you, Nelson.
Please duplicate these documents...

Hey, Raymond, I just wanna say what
a pleasure it is to work with you again.

Yes. So the...

Right. So, question.

People don't seek new counsel
for no reason, right?

They've had a shake-up
at Stevenson Mulvany.

Maybe Luxe didn't like
who they ended up with.

Or they aren't happy with the service.

Do you know something I don't?

No. Probably not.

But the majority
of fashion law right now is happening

between fashion houses
and third-party online marketplaces.

Who gets to sell Gucci?

Does it dilute Chanel to see it sold
on The RealReal? That kind of stuff.

The luxury-goods team at Stevenson Mulvany

is notoriously out of touch.

Focused on distribution agreements
and contractual provisions.

Missing the forest for the trees.

Real policy needs to be made about this.

You could set precedent.

Okay.

Look into it. Get there early
and give me an elevator pitch.

Thank you, sir.

[whimsical music plays]

[breathes deeply]

Ah, Mrs. Weaver. Dan Fallon.
Such a pleasure, as always.

"A pleasure"? For who?

It's gonna cost me ten grand

just to tell my numbnut grandchildren
they get nothing.

A pleasure for you, maybe.

And call me Gigi.

Have you got my Shasta cream soda?

Yes, of course.
I'll be right back with that, Gigi.

Rachel Friedman.

Your new number-one fan.

Hey, we bill in six-minute increments.
Get off your phone.

I'm not on my phone.

Well, I am on my phone,

but now that we've got the boxes arranged,
I'm trying to narrow it down.

On your phone?

We're looking for a lease
from the 1960s, right?

-I'm trying to get us a year.
-How?

Follow the people, not the case. Here.

"Louisiana oil baron suddenly leases
one of his highest-yield properties

to a competitor."

That doesn't make any sense
unless he needed a sudden influx of cash.

Now, according to this article,

there was
an insanely costly divorce in 1964.

-I say we start there.
-[phone thuds on table]

Oh.

I plan to bill all six minutes,
by the way.

As you should.

[chuckles]

-Lunch?
-What? We're so close.

What we're looking for is probably
right here in one of these five boxes.

I know. So we can knock this out
by Marty's eight o'clock deadline.

No. The sooner Marty has
an answer, the happier he'll be.

And the sooner I get a burger,
the happier I'll be.

My mind's gone numb.

I'm gonna head to the Jury Box.
Can I get you anything?

We're allowed to eat, Ingrid.

[sighs]

[sighs] Oh my gosh.

[light music plays]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[mobile vibrating]

[sighs]

So, did you kiss the ring? My precious.

Don't tease. Putting a pitch together
for Raymond is a big deal.

So I shouldn't do my Yoda?
"Win fashion house you must."

Come on!

But you're Tyler Robinson.
I do not worry about you.

Real quick.

I'm doing that press conference
handing out food at Red Rooster today.

My staff is divided about whether
I should wear an apron. Too folksy?

No, no. It's cute.

But that color does wash you out
and it'll show dirt. Go for a dark denim.

You look good in blue.

See? You always know what to do.

Hey, babe. When we were looking
for suits last spring,

didn't they carry Luxe on Mr. Porter?

Yes. You wanted me to order a 40 long
and have it altered. Ridiculous.

We went Paul Smith.

Right. Well, no Luxe anymore.
And it's not just there.

Gilt, The RealReal.
Their online presence is totally nil.

-Why?
-Good question.

-Insta.
-Insta.

[knocks on door]

-Yes?
-Hi, Ingrid. Someone is here to see you.

-[gasps]
-When you said you couldn't come to lunch,

I thought I'd bring the mountain
to Mohammed.

Or more like the sushi to Ingrid.
You get the idea.

-I...
-Could use the break?

[quiet music plays]

I have about 15 minutes.

I'll take what I can get.

-[Ingrid chuckles]
-[inaudible]

[sighs]

Wow.

Uh, do you mind?

Sure.

How is it that you can
just drop everything

and come meet me in the middle of the day?

I work
for my father's private-equity firm.

-The hours are flexible.
-Huh.

[chuckles]

Is it the company's mission to churn out
ideal men for ambitious modern women?

[chuckles]

[gasps] Are you kidding?

Omakase from Masa?
They don't do take-out. I've tried.

Chef Masa is a friend.

-Of course he is.
-[both chuckle]

And today he's your friend too.

Thank you. If not for this,
I probably wouldn't have eaten.

Hmm.

-Please tell me how this is happening.
-[chuckles]

Uh...

My mom had a serious interest
in Japanese food.

Befriended every sushi chef
from Tribeca to Washington Heights.

She doesn't anymore?

Um,

she passed away.

Oh, Nick, um, I'm so sorry.

Recently?

Last year.

You didn't Google me?

Was I supposed to?

Most people do,

but you're not most people.

[gentle music playing]

[chuckles]

So, what would I find
on this Google search?

Uh...

I'm not most people either.

[gentle music continues]

[chuckles]

I don't think I've ever had a date
in a conference room before.

[both chuckle]

Me neither. [chuckles]

I promise our third date
will be much more comfortable.

[chuckles]

-Cheers.
-[both chuckle]

[gentle music continues]

-Mmm!
-Mm-hmm.

Right?

So good.

Do you keep seeing a #luxesux?

Everywhere.

Oh, so it looks like it originated
with this post.

Who's Valdo?

From what I can tell,
he is the enfant terrible of Havana.

Street racing.
Guerrilla art. Political dissident.

Does he have proof
that it was his design first?

None that I can find.
Just a lot of shit-talking.

He came to the States a few years ago.

So maybe he's hungry,

looking for a payout
or a scandal to jumpstart his brand?

Well, the first thing Luxe should be doing
is getting a cease-and-desist.

Put a muzzle on this nonsense.

It's hurting the brand,
potentially costing them a lot of fallout.

Just like that,
ladies and gentlemen, he's got a pitch.

Mmm.

Locke or Descartes?

Come on. Skeptical rationalism
is my bread and butter.

-Joyce or Proust?
-Woolf!

Paris or Rome?

-Paris, of course.
-Why "of course"?

It's a feminine city.

Even the scaffolding
and metro stops are artful.

I don't know about feminine. I mean,
the Eiffel Tower is pretty phallic.

Better than the Roman Colosseum,
where people fought to the death.

Big corporate lawyer.
I thought you'd like that sort of thing.

Ah, do not be confused, sir.

I love justice
and the neutrality of the law.

Fighting to the death
is the part they pay me for.

Is it weird that that's sexy?

[gentle music plays]

Ingrid? I got you a sandwich.

Wasn't sure if you were a chicken
or roast beef kind of girl,

so I went with egg salad.

[Nick] Bold choice.

-I see you're taken care of.
-[Ingrid clears throat]

Sorry. Didn't mean
to disrupt all the hard work.

No. It's okay.
Can't all be ladies who lunch.

I guess if you bill at half the rate,
you have to work twice as hard.

All righty, then.
We were just finishing up. Uh...

Thank you again so much.

It was my absolute pleasure.

[light music plays]

You're discussing my billing rate?

Must've been a little light
on conversation.

Let's just get back to work.

[Dan] Yes. I realize no one's drank it
since the '90s, but...

Whoa! Attitude.

I purposefully didn't warn the firm
about the Shasta.

I like to see who flaps around
about a mistake.

They're either the hardest working
or the most full of shit,

and something tells me he's the latter.

[plastic crackling]

-Caffeine gum?
-Mmm.

Stimulants are the devil's work.

-Nicotine is a stimulant.
-Ah.

What's a clever girl like you
doing in a place like this?

You know, some days I wonder,
but I assure you I am very good at my job.

Yeah. I was good at milking cows,

but it didn't mean
I wanted to spend my life doing it.

Come on, kid.
You must be passionate about something.

I doubt if it's shuffling
other people's money around.

I'm passionate about a lot of things.

Oh.

Best day of my young life,
my parents took me to the county fair.

We rode rides and ate apple pie.

I have been trying to recreate
that day every day for the past 40 years.

Now that is passion.

My best day isn't nearly
as wholesome as yours.

Ah, oh. [chuckles] Ah.

The idiot brigade has arrived.

Pryce. Perpetual academic.
Mental masturbation at its finest.

Brooklyn. That's her name.
Cults is her thing.

We do an intervention,
she just finds another.

-[chuckles]
-And Wanda Jean.

Calls herself Wujay. A true mess.

She's a DJ. Which, as far as I can tell,
means she goes to parties professionally.

Buckle up, Friedman.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat] Raymond, hi.

What do you have for me?

Well, it's more complicated
than I thought.

Elevator pitch, my dear.

-Luxe has some serious online trolls.
-Trolls?

When will this noise and nonsense go away?

What happens in here isn't real.

What happens in here is real.

Paying attention
to trolls just amplifies their voices.

I understand what you're saying,
but if you'll just take a closer look.

It's costing Luxe.

I think online retailers
are afraid to touch them

because of what's happening in here.

Luxe is a multinational company
with offices in 37 countries

and annual revenue of $17 billion.

We are not going to lead our pitch
with a discussion about an online troll.

Excuse me, Mr. Vanderlin.
They're ready for you.

Tradition. Excellence. Global reach.

At Parsons, we work alongside our clients
as one team with a shared ambition

to achieve extraordinary results
and outperform the competition.

Luxury

deserves luxury.

[intriguing music plays]

Maybe we should look at
the prospectus materials that we brought.

"A dress must follow
the body of the woman,

not the body following
the shape of the dress."

Givenchy.

[intriguing music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Pryce] But you can't sell
the Fun Time Farm!

Afraid so, Prycey. It's time.

Okay. Why do you even care, Pryce?
You never even liked The Farm!

Terrible allergies.
Horsefly bites that swell to Wiffle balls.

Fine! Sell The Farm! You've always had
an unhealthy attachment to it.

Well, at least I have
an attachment to something.

Okay. Why don't we all
just take it down a notch? Shasta, anyone?

Why don't you take it down a notch, suit?

Our childhoods are up for sale.

Grandmother, perhaps you could keep
the pie filling and candle line?

Ooh, looks like somebody's been looking
at their balance sheet.

-I always do my homework.
-[Gigi] Really?

My accountant told me the only time
you ever looked at the balance sheet

-was in anticipation of this meeting.
-Well, I...

Was trying to find out
how much the company's worth

to see how much you'd get.

Listen. You're all a bunch
of lazy ingrates

with too much money and not enough sense.

I don't know where it all went wrong,
but it's rotten from the core.

Time to start over. You're on your own.

Wait. [chuckles]

Nana Gertie! How can you do this?

-How will we survive?
-Great question. I can't wait to find out.

-[Pryce] Fine! Sell The Farm.
-[Wujay] You've always hated it.

[Pryce] You haven't been
to the Fun Time Farm in years.

Brooklyn, can you please say something?

[Pryce] She hasn't gone
since she was seven.

[Gigi grunts]

Nana?

-Oh my God. Oh my God!
-[Rachel] Gigi! Gigi!

Oh my God!

-[Rachel] Call 911!
-Nana!

[intriguing music fades out]

Oh my God.

Oh my God. I found it.

"Proprietor... Mineral rights..."

"Revert back to...

the landowner."

Fuck.

[sighs]

You shrug?

Well, what else can we do?

This means the whole deal
could fall through.

If that's what it says,
then that's what it says.

Look. [clears throat]
If Sun Corp is still looking to grow,

we can always suggest
another target acquisition.

This isn't the end of the road.

You're a quitter.

I'm a realist.

Oh my God.

[inaudible]

[pages crinkle]

Who needs a coffee?

Go. I'm reading through every word
of this contract before I give up.

[racquet ball pocking]

Of course.

-[sighs]
-[door opens]

[Todd] Oh.

Todd?

-Tyler?
-I didn't know you played.

Yeah. We haven't really
had a chance to hang out.

I was West Virginia state champ!

You were a Mountaineer? I played
for Stanford. Maybe we played each other.

Monongahela Regional High School Meerkats.

I couldn't keep it up in college.

Workload was too much,
but I admire anyone who could do both.

Thanks. You comin' or goin'
from the courts?

Well, I was supposed to play Dan,

but he said there was some drama
back at the firm.

-You know Dan, everything's a drama.
-Yeah.

-You?
-I was gonna play my dad, but he canceled.

You wanna play each other?

Let's see what you got, Meerkat!

All right. You better fear the Meer.

[both chuckle]

[knocks on door]

Hey, Ingrid.

You okay?

Where's Murphy?

Roasting his own coffee beans, apparently.

You know,
it might be kind of nice to go outside.

You've been kind of shut in here all day.

"Shut in."

After the Acquisitions
v. Frontier opinion,

they would've amended the lease to create
more flexibility for payment of royalties!

Shut-in royalties!

Meet me in the '80s! [gasps]

Okay.

A "shut-in" clause would allow the Mins
to hold onto the mineral rights

even if not producing oil
by paying royalties to landowners.

I mean, they must have done one.

Start looking! Anything that relates
to Louisiana, crude oil, lease addendums.

Okay. Oh. Here we go.

Nope. Keep going.

[Justin] Really?

Hmm.

[mumbles]

"Requirements of notice and delay
under Title 31, Subsection 137

of the Louisiana Mineral Code
would apply!" Ha!

[gasps]

-Glad I came in to help you.
-[folder thuds on table]

Here we go.

[ball pocking]

[Todd grunts] Oh! Ah, okay.

[inhales]

Yeah. Well, shit. You're really good.

Thanks, Todd. You're, uh...

Monongahela Meerkats good?

-Exactly.
-Yeah. I know.

Good game.
You working anything interesting?

Well, I know more about urinalysis
than any man should.

But it's good to have
medical tech in the portfolio. You?

I'm working a fashion account.

Oh, right. Luxe.
That's right up your alley.

Well, right now it's a pain in my alley.
So, uh, we'll see.

-Oh, you wanna play again next week?
-Seriously? I... I trounced you.

I know.
I was hoping we could be doubles partners.

Hey. What can I say? I'm M&A.
If there's competition, I acquire it.

[chuckles] Sure. Back to the office.

[Todd grunts] No rest for the wicked.

I need to speak with Marty right away!

I don't have him.

-It's important.
-I don't have him.

I'm asking one more time.
Please? Soy lattes for life?

He's at dinner with Ted Lassiter
and Jeff Murphy. He won't answer calls.

-What time is it?
-8:30.

Wait. Jeff Murphy?

Where did they go?

The Oak Room.

Thank you.

[sucks teeth, scoffs]

-Tyler, someone here to see you.
-Yeah?

Mr. Toussaint.

-Nice tie.
-Thank you.

Alexander McQueen?

Yes.

Something tells me there's not a lot
of McQueen at this firm.

[exhales]

There's not.

I like McQueen.

Me too.

Excellent research.

You are correct. It's costing us business.

So tell me. What would be your solution
to this pesky problem?

Acquire him.

-Eat him.
-Well, more like hire him.

So he will belong to me.

He'll be a lot less inclined
to shit-talk you online.

Make him an offer
he can't refuse. Hire us.

We have one of the most robust
M&A departments in the world.

We can guide you through and be there
on the other side for your legal needs.

And definitely increase your brand's
online performance. I have some ideas.

I like this plan.

Great.

Tim! My assistant mentioned
you were here! How are you?

Leaving now.

Great. I'll walk you to the elevator.

No. I, uh, need some thinking time.

[door shuts]

I closed it.

It wasn't yours to close.

Wait, I...

I took a flyer, they'd already gone cold.
I figured I had nothing to lose.

Quite the contrary, Mr. Robinson.

I think you have a lot to lose,
starting with my trust.

But we won the business.

I've spent my entire career carefully
curating our luxury-goods portfolio.

The kind of clients we want
are attracted to a traditional pitch.

We're a law firm,

not a crisis hotline.

[door opens]

Shit.

[Marty] I kid you not, I bust up and die.

[all chuckling]

So listen. Ted, we have some news.

-Oh, that doesn't sound good.
-No. It's okay.

It's actually a bit of a good news,
bad news scenario.

Good news is there's a lot of shops
that offer the same profile as Min,

especially if we look
in the European and the British markets.

-The bad news is...
-The Mins' lease was vague!

-Ingrid?
-[Ingrid] It was amended! 1983.

Shut-in payments treated
as royalties, not rentals.

Whoa, whoa. Slow down, little lady.

Translate that for the folks at home,
would you?

Pay a $2,000 late fee,
and you can drill all you want.

-[scoffs]
-Really?

Yes!

-[chuckles] Oh, that's great.
-Well, that's fantastic!

-Sit down, Ingrid. Do you want some wine?
-[chuckles]

-Uh, what are you having?
-Uh, Lagavulin.

-I'll have one of those.
-Another round, make it four.

-[Ingrid exhales]
-Would you like a sip?

I'll wait for my own. Thanks.

-That's great, isn't it?
-I'm very happy. Thank you.

Well done, sweetheart.

-[exhales] Thank you.
-[Marty] Well done, Yun. Good work.

-[exhales]
-Ah!

[telephone ringing]

Yeah.

Wait. What?

She's dead.

[somber music playing]

Thanks.

Fuck.

[somber music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Javi] Two shots of tequila.

Enjoy.

-Change?
-Nope.

May your karma come back to you tenfold.

[Tyler] Thanks, Javi.

Thanks for the drink.

Hey, man, thank you.

I ended up pitching an acquisition
scenario to Luxe, and they bit.

Great! Glad I could help.

I may have pissed off
a partner in the process,

but hopefully I can win him back.

-Maybe we'll work together.
-That's exactly what I was thinking.

All it took for you to have a drink
with me is someone dying.

Insult to injury.

It's just so weird.

Like, she was there one minute,
then she wasn't.

-You think she knew it was her last day?
-That's not how strokes work.

If you could do anything in the world,
what would you do?

Easy.

Partner at Parsons.

Seriously, dude?

Anything in the whole world,
and you pick lawyer?

That's why we're doomed.

I'm an acquired taste.

That's why I work
in Mergers and Acquisitions.

-Oh!
-[Rachel gasps]

Oh my...

-The fuck?
-So sorry, man. I got bumped.

Jesus. Who drinks red wine at a bar?

They have an excellent Bordeaux here.

Can you just...?

-Okay. You need to leave.
-Okay.

-[Tyler] Here we go.
-Shots!

-[mobile chimes]
-Thank God.

-Tequila and intelligent life forms.
-[Fallon] What up, Robinson?

Looks like now that Grammy Goose
is cooked,

I'll be running point
for the M&A side of the Luxe account.

Up top! Come on.
Don't leave a brother hanging.

Ask them.

If you could do anything in the world,
what would you do?

Fisherman in Mykonos.
Beach days and disco nights.

Wife, kids, country house
with woods big enough to go dirt biking.

-Okay.
-[Tyler] Mmm.

-What does it feel like to be so basic?
-No shade, Friedman.

-[chuckles]
-Someone has to like being a lawyer.

What about you? What's your answer?

-I gotta go.
-Oh, come on.

What is it? Big date?
Bumble or Hinge tonight?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Thanks for the drink.

-♪ It gets harder to hold ♪
-[sighs]

♪ In the silence you know yourself... ♪

[Gigi] In my day, women could be a teacher
or a nurse, but mainly a wife.

And I was a damn good wife,

put my all into it.

But then, at 44, dead husband, dead crops,

and a little boy to take care of,

and I had to stop and ask, "What next?"

To live in the tyranny
of the current situation

and be brave enough to ask, "What's next?"

♪ And you wanted to lie ♪

♪ In the moment you saw your love ♪

You did good, kids.

Thanks, Marty.

Now,

let's close this fuckin' thing.

-What the hell, Murphy?
-What?

Explain how you ended up
at dinner with Marty and Ted

while I was back at the office
doing the actual fucking work?

Calm down. It wasn't like that.

I was taking a piss, Marty came in,
he asked us how we were doing.

I said it didn't look good,
which it didn't.

So he said I should come to dinner,
break the bad news to Lassiter myself.

Something about

my charm softening the blow.

You can't just do that.
I'm running point on this.

Text me. Call me.

I better be a part
of whatever you're doing on this case.

Fair enough. Next time I take a piss,
I'll be sure to invite you.

You are unbelievable.

Look, Ingrid. I think we both know
what this is really about.

We do?

If someone had told me
they've forgotten me,

I'd be absolutely livid.

I'm sorry.

I panicked.

I have some making up to do with Parsons.

I can't afford to have any mishaps.

Don't flatter yourself.
That's not what this is about.

Okay? I've worked day in,
and day out for six years.

You less than a week,

and you've done two things
you've had to apologize for.

I see you, and I'm not falling for it.

Just stop your face.

I can't help my face.

Bullshit. Yes, you can.

Look, Ingrid.

I'm a people person.

That's how I succeed in this world.
It's what I've got.

You're beautiful, obviously,

but you've also got brains,
and a work ethic, and a meta-strategy.

I have a face and a smile.

Well, tuck it back in.

-Because you can't resist?
-No.

Because... [inhales]

Because it's inappropriate.

Noted.

[inhales] Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go have a third date.

[clears throat]

["Nobody but You" by FROIDZ playing]

♪ Nobody but you ♪

-♪ They say love is hard to find ♪
-[doorbell rings]

♪ But all along
It's been right in my face ♪

♪ All of the time... ♪

Hello. To what do I owe the...

♪ You know that I like spending
My Sundays in the bed ♪

♪ Doing nothing with a coffee in my hand ♪

♪ And I feel lost without you ♪

♪ No, I don't know where I would be ♪

♪ Stay on my mind like a tattoo ♪

♪ It ain't really hard to see ♪

♪ Nobody but you ♪

♪ Can turn my dark into light
The way you do ♪

♪ So that's why I'm loving
Nobody but you ♪

♪ Can put it down on me
Like the way you do ♪

♪ Nobody but you ♪

♪ Even when we don't agree
You don't stay mad all day ♪

♪ And don't keep nothing underneath ♪

♪ I love how you say it to my face ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm enjoying the ride ♪

♪ And I know that I'll always be safe ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ Spend my Sundays in the bed ♪

♪ Doing nothing with a coffee in my hand ♪

♪ I like how you finish
Every sentence that I start ♪

♪ You control the beating of my heart ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

["Nobody but You" fades out]