All language subtitles for Leverage S02E09 The Lost Heir Job

Mr. Kimball?

It's Ruth.

Ruth Walton.

Gigi?

- No, Ruth.
- Huh?

I'm the charity director.

These are the children
you helped.

You wanted to see them,
remember?

I've been trying to see you for months, but
your lawyer has cut you off from everyone.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Kimball, listen to me.

Don't let him do this.
You have to fight.

- Get out. Now.
- This is a public hospital.

And this is a private wing
named after this man, in fact.

You're trespassing.

- Call a cop.
- OK.

Police!

Let's go.

Mr. Kimball, this man, he's
trying to take your money.

- Gigi. Oh, Gigi.
- Come on. Let's go.

- Come on.
- I'm your friend.

Gigi.

- Who's dead?
- No, no.

Everybody's OK.

Can I...?

You scared the life
out of me.

I... Listen, you can't just

- show up here without any...
- You've got to come back.

Um... Well, I thought you
were all doing fine without me.

Oh yeah, no, were doing fine.
I mean, yeah.

Everything's... I mean
kinda went from a quintet

to what we are now,
a quartet.

I mean, it's like we
still know how to play.

We sound good.

You know, but something is,
sounding a little bit...

...you know, wrong.

Huh,

Well, I hope that I'm...

I really hope
I'm not the violist

because when I was little my mom made
me have lessons and I was rubbish.

I was completely rubbish.
I can't play a note.

- Not a single note...
- Please come back.

We need you.

They need me?

Or you need me?

I, uh...

I'm meeting a new client
tomorrow at 10:00 am.

You'll be there, right?

Nathan Ford?

- What?
- Are you Nathan Ford?

- Yes.
- I'm Tara Carlisle.

I'm Ruth Walton's attorney.
She's running late.

You know, Bennett Kimball
passed away last week.

I'm sorry, Ruth didn't
mention an attorney.

- Why are you here?
- Oh, that's Ruth.

We can talk about this later.

- Hi. You must be Nate.
- Hello.

I just heard about
Mr. Kimball. I'm sorry.

Blue Irises.

They were his favorite.

Uh, so why don't
we sit down?

Yeah.

- How did you meet him?
- I run a non-profit.

We move children from
foster care into adoption.

One day I got a call
from Mr. Kimball.

He said he'd read about us in
the newspaper and wanted to help.

I figured he'd make a donation
and that would be that.

Those checks kept coming,
each one bigger than the last.

Yeah, its not so unusual, you know,
men like Kimball, end of their lives.

You know, they're
looking for redemption.

Are you gonna just write down
what I say? Is that the deal?

Yes. Ruth, go on.

Well, when his health started
to fail, I would visit him,

show him pictures of our kids.

It would really cheer him up.

That's when he told her
about his will.

She's actually
doing fine.

- You don't really need to...
- I'm sorry.

- Sorry.
- A few months ago,

Mr. Kimball told me
he had drafted a new will,

leaving his entire
estate to my charity.

I was stunned.

Yeah. Did he ever
show you this new will?

No. After that,

his lawyer, Peter Blanchard,
wouldn't let anyone see him.

I knew he was doing badly so,

last week,
I snuck into his room.

He didn't even know who I was.

He kept calling me Gigi.

It's all right. It's OK.

Well, Ruth, here's the thing,
I mean, will or no will,

we're gonna make sure that Mr.
Kimball's wishes are followed.

Yes. The law
will see to that.

Thank you.

I'm gonna bring
these to him.

So I guess we're gonna
have that talk now.

I've checked you out,
Mr. Ford.

Half my sources say
you're a vicious thief,

the other half claim you're some
sort of high-tech vigilante.

I like that. I should
put that on my card.

There is a process
to get Ruth Walton justice.

It's called
the probate court.

Right, the probate court
where Ruth will walk in

with a sad story
and no executed will.

Let me know
how that goes for you.

OK, I know
we're in trouble.

But the only reason
I let Ruth come to you

is on the condition that I
know everything you're doing.

- No.
- You're taking me with you.

Wherever you go,
whatever you do, I'm there.

Not gonna happen.

I don't just have a responsibility
to Ruth as my client.

I believe in
what she's doing.

And for that reason, I am willing
to put my feelings about you aside

and work with you.

Now, if helping Ruth
is really your only agenda,

shouldn't you be willing
to do the same?

Either I am in
or Ruth is out.

It's your choice.

They are gonna hate this.

I hate this.

You do not let Vicki Vale
into the Batcave, ever.

First,
this is my home, not a cave.

And second, were not
gonna allow her up here.

Sophie would
never approve.

- Call her.
- We can't keep calling Sophie.

OK, I see how
it is. We can't call her,

but you can go off and have a
little secret meeting with her.

What are you talking about? I was
in Harrisburg, researching a client.

Wow. 'Cause you know what?

Your passport got dinged going
through Heathrow Airport yesterday.

Heathrow's in London.

I guess you couldn't get a
direct flight over to Harrisburg.

Well, it's hard when you
do the same day booking.

Yeah, 'cause
you have to go with the...

Did you realize
that London is the home

of the most surveillance
cameras in the world?

Really?

Who feels like playing
Where's Waldo?

- Oh.
- I do. Uh!

There's Waldo
right there.

Waldo Ford.

Oh, is that Big Ben?

And you?

Wow, you got twins
and triplets everywhere.

And lookie there,

11:18 am standing outside of Sophie's
apartment looking quite pensive.

Ah. He's rehearsing
what he's gonna say.

- I've seen him do that.
- All right, all right guys, OK.

Yeah. Got me.

I went to London. Yeah.

I saw Sophie.

And she's not coming back.

Not now or not ever?

I, uh, don't know.

And, uh...

I don't...
I don't think she knows either.

So, uh...

...that's that.

Could you please take the...
Thank you.

Can we, uh, get back to work?

This, uh...
Tara Carlisle.

Hardison maybe you can just do a background
check on her and if everything pans out

I don't see why we can't have an
outsider just this once tag along. Hm?

OK, why don't you
run it for 'em.

Meet the late, great
Bennett Kimball.

He made his fortune
the old-fashioned way,

polluting, union busting,
employing sweatshop labor.

His personal life
was even worse.

Drunken driving accidents,

chasing women,
paying off the mob.

Why haven't we
heard of this guy?

Because,
to the rest of the world,

Bennett Kimball is a
pillar of Boston society.

Thanks to one
very hard working lawyer.

Meet his longtime
attorney, Peter Blanchard.

This is an interesting guy.

He's a blue blood
Harvard Law graduate

who turned into Kimball's
personal janitor.

Dude would pay off the cops, pay
hush money, God knows what else.

And he was
rewarded by being named

the executor and sole
beneficiary of Kimball's estate.

See Kimball
doesn't have any kids.

He had a couple of ex-wives
way, way back

but Blanchard's the closest
thing he has to family.

Well, I guess this Blanchard
guy didn't count on his client

having such a giving side.

It's funny how that works.

What happens to rich people
when they know the end is near.

It's really, really amazing.

OK, I don't know that we have a
legal angle to play on this one

'cause in three days,

he is going to present the will
in probate court

and assume control
of the estate.

And our client's
charity gets nothing.

Now, Blanchard was the keeper
of Kimball's secrets so...

Yeah, so that's
our way in, right there.

You want a skeleton
from his closet.

Absolutely and there's
gotta be tons of skeletons.

We want something so scary that the mere mention
of it makes this guy run for his checkbook.

So, uh, if that
weren't hard enough,

we've got, uh...

...the chaperone
to think about.

Pick up your work cards.

Tara Carlisle.
She checks out.

Civil rights lawyer,
does a lot of pro bono work.

Collects lost
causes like kittens.

Well, she's honest.

Crusader.
Incorruptible.

And one sexy
librarian.

Hey, guys, I'd like you
to meet, Tara Carlisle.

She's our client's attorney.
She's gonna be joining us today.

I'm here because I believe
we share a common goal.

I just want to make sure
it's done the right way.

Now, you said you had something
we could use against Blanchard?

OK, well behind
these prison walls

or, um, prison shrubs here

is Kimball's former
business partner, PJ Orson.

He's doing ten years
for embezzlement.

Kimball's company paid $50,000

to a company called
Lamond Holdings back in 1980.

That? Yeah, she does that.

It's OK. Go ahead.

Well, Lamond Holdings is a Vegas
front company for the mob.

Yeah, $50,000 used to be the going rate
for a contract killer in those days.

You think Kimball paid
to have somebody killed?

OK.

Now what were gonna
do right now

is we are going
to go undercover.

Well, why don't we go
talk to Mr. Orson?

Um...

No. The best lie is
the truth, Mr. Ford.

I think if we go in there, and plead our
case, Mr. Orson will wanna talk to us.

Mr. Orson,
I don't understand.

If you tell me why you made that
$50,000 payment to Lamond Holdings,

I could write a letter to the judge,
possibly get your sentence reduced.

Reduced?
This is minimum security.

I love it here.

No ex-wives hounding me
for alimony.

A great bunch of guys
to hang with.

Why would I help you?

Listen, sweetie, I gotta go,
I got a cooking class.

You have a great day.

Well,

I guess that
went pretty well.

OK, Hardison, Eliot I want you
to put the squeeze on Orson.

Parker, case Blanchard's office.

I want to know where
he keeps his dirty files.

You? Why don't you come with me.

I'm about to become a really
terrible lawyer. You can watch.

I think he is.

Look Blanchard's here at the same
time you are. That's a coincidence.

No, it's not, we hacked into
his online appointment schedule.

I mean, yes,
what a coincidence.

Why don't you
wait for me outside?

What are you going to do?

I, uh...
Make an appointment with...

You'll see.

Well, that's
quite an accomplishment.

Um...

Hmm...

Yes.

Hi, there.
Listen, Jimmy Popodokolos,

Las Vegas, attorney at law.

I'm here to talk to the judge

about the Kimball
probate hearing.

- OK, Mr. Popodokos.
- OK, yeah, thank you.

- Very important. Thank you.
- Sure.

After batting in the big leagues
this'll be like T-ball for us.

So how does it work here?

Uh, well, if an inmate gets
three disciplinary marks

he gets shipped to maximum
security prison at Salem.

- No excuses.
- He said...

He said maximum secur... And I got
bad, bad... I remember things, man.

This man survived the riot of Cellblock
H. How you gonna bring that up?

Oh, no, no, no.
Look, look.

Nothing like that
ever happens here.

I mean,
half these guys are CEOs.

- CEOs.
- Ah.

For example,
Mr. Orson here.

He's been a model prisoner
for the last five years.

Nice haircut, Frank.

Oh, thanks.

Uh, yeah.

I want you to meet officers
Bagley and Hilts.

Hilts. This is Bagley.

They transferred
here from Salem.

Can't remember the last guards
that came here from Salem.

Hey, Frank.

- Yeah, well it...
- Don't do that.

They made the transfer

on account of what happened
to me during the riots, man.

There was a riot?
I didn't hear about it.

I'm not even supposed
to talk about it.

I'm sorry but the BOP's
trying to keep it hush-hush.

They didn't keep
the riots down.

They let the gangs take over.
They was all up in there.

Do you know what
the Mexican cartel is?

They was all up in there with the
Aryan Nation and the Fruits of Islam.

Everybody was up in there.
The colors, purple, red.

And then they was
just hitting people.

It's not your fault.

All right, you can't be
that close to the prisoner.

- You know that. Back, please.
- He's in my personal space.

Too bad you're not
working on Sundays.

You're gonna miss
the omelet bar.

- Omelet bar.
- Pardon me, Roger.

Is this guy giving
you any trouble?

No, why?

Because I just got
the report of an inmate

that matches
his description

that may be
carrying a weapon.

Can you stand for me, sir?

- No.
- Only thing I'm carrying

- is his queen.
- You got me, PJ.

Officer.

Sorry, PJ, you know,
it's regulations here.

Whoo! Hm-mm!

- That's not mine.
- That's a shiv. It's a shiv.

- That's a shiv.
- This is outrageous.

- Why would I do that?
- 'Cause you're Aryan Nation.

You said you was coming
to get me. I knew you...

You was gonna cut my head
off, put it in a bucket.

Great job
screening inmates.

When's the last time someone's
checked this man's cell?

Ah, cell?
You mean his bunk?

- Bunk.
- Hey, Frank, Frank.

You know that's not mine.
You know that.

- Clear.
- Look, Frank, tell 'em. Frank.

That man was gonna
shank me over an omelet.

Two eggs and a slice
of government cheese.

Is that what my life is worth?

You better go on.
Get away from me.

- Move.
- Oh, yeah. Sure.

My God.
He is Aryan Nation.

This is absurd.

I'm not in a prison gang.
I'm in the Rotary Club.

I don't even know
what to make of this.

Well, let me see
if I can help you out.

Two guards come down from the
maximum security prison in Salem,

and in the course of two hours we
uncover the leader of the Aryan Nation.

Now what does that
tell ya? Huh?

You're sitting on
a powder keg, son.

I have to report this.

Yeah.

You're reporting me?

That's two strikes.

One more and I go to Salem.

I can't go to maximum security.

You know, I'm gonna
have to call my little boy,

tell him, Daddy's not
gonna be home for a while.

Just be strong for your mother,
be strong little Lamond.

Holdings.

OK. Who are you guys?

Feds, playing hardball?

I'm sorry,
what are you...?

Listen, listen.

The payment to
Lamond Holdings

was made to someone
named George Gilbert.

- Who is George Gilbert?
- I don't know.

Blanchard said to
keep it to ourselves

because the mob was involved.

That's all I know. I swear.

I don't want to die
in a prison riot.

Please, call off your dogs.

Sorry, PJ, times up.

All right, so Blanchard
paid the mob $50,000

to kill someone named
George Gilbert for Kimball.

Well, this should be
an interesting meeting.

What dog...?
Do I have dogs?

Nate, I've been searching
for a George Gilbert

with mob ties circa 1980
and I'm coming up empty.

Are you sure your
intel is correct?

I'm positive. Listen, Hardison,
if we cancel this meeting,

we lose all credibility
with Blanchard.

All right? It's our only shot
so please get me an answer.

I got you. I got you. Just...

- Peter Blanchard.
- Ah, Jimmy Popodokolos.

Uh...

Esquire.

I like to
know who I'm dealing with.

James Popodokolos.

Graduated from University
Nevada-Reno Law School,

nineteen ninety-three.

Took the Nevada Bar exam...

...three times.

Disbarred...

- ... two years ago.
- No, uh, suspended.

OK? It was turned
into a suspension.

Yeah.

I mean, you can call 'em up.
I'm good to go.

What brings a suspended
lawyer from Las Vegas

- to my office today?
- Can I just...

You strike me
as a Harvard man.

- Class of 77.
- I knew it.

I'm sitting here
and I'm thinking

what it must have been
like for a guy like you,

a Harvard man, to get calls at 3:00
in the morning from Bennett Kimball.

A sports car wrapped around a tree,
another pimp with an unpaid bill.

See, I like to know
who I'm dealing with, too.

- What do you want?
- I want to tell you a story.

A story about a man

who wrote a check for $50,000
in 1980 to Lamond Holdings.

I wrote a lot of checks
to a lot of companies.

So what?

So, well...

I happen to know what
the payment was for. So...

We can, uh...

We can do this game or you can
start talking compensation

and let's just get to it.

All right,
because it's what I do.

Nate, the payment was
not for George Gilbert.

It was for Georgia Gilbert.

It wasn't a
contract killing, man.

You got nothing.

Bro, you in there with nothing.
Better talk about your mama.

OK, I got you.

Look, Georgia Gilbert.
She was a stripper.

She moved to Vegas back in 1980.

Lamond Holdings
was set up to pay her

- fifty thousand dollars.
- You OK?

Georgia Gilbert.
Name ring a bell?

Stripper. Huh?

Your blue blood client Kimball

fell in love with a stripper,
didn't he?

I know what you did here.

You sent her out to Vegas

with $50,000 that was laundered
through a holding company.

I bet you didn't
even tell Kimball.

Or if you did, what?
She ran away?

It was for his own good. He wanted
to marry her, for God's sake.

Mr. Popodokolos,

I will cede that it
would have been a scandal.

But Mr. Kimball is dead,
I don't see the relevance.

- You don't see the relevance?
- No.

Georgia Gilbert was pregnant.

Hm?

That relevant?

Hardison, was she pregnant?

How would I know.

I cant even find the girl's
social security number.

Just give me five seconds.
Can I please have five seconds?

How would you know?
She wouldn't say anything.

I mean, you sent her
out to Vegas

and the local syndicate
probably said,

"We're gonna put you
in the ground in cement

if you ever contact Kimball. "

What you have here
is a situation

where your millionaire's
natural born daughter

has come out of the woodwork
and wants a payout.

Where is she?

- Who?
- The daughter.

The daughter...

...of Georgia Gilbert?

Mm-hm.

Is it safe to see her now?

Sure.

All right.

Safe to meet her?

Were talking a safe
environment?

Oh, safe.

Uh, yeah, come on in.

Uh, Mr. Blanchard, I'd like
you to meet Lizzy Cantrell,

born Lizzy Gilbert.

What was she doing out there?

Um, stealing.
She has a meth problem.

I do. I love meth.

But she cleans up really nice
for a judge, you know?

And, oh, boy, when she starts crying about
how, you know, growing up without Daddy, huh?

Whoo, yeah. That's
why I love the meth.

- You're playing me.
- Oh, really? Playing you. Fine.

Let's go to a judge
right now, huh?

Or strike a deal with her.
Right now.

Strike a deal with her just like you
did with her mom only add a few zeroes.

Add a few...

Really? Bye-bye.

Come on. Lets go, Lizzy.
Lets go.

- We're gonna get meth?
- We'll go get you some meth.

I was one digit
away from cracking that safe.

- One digit.
- Yeah.

No. This is much, much
better than the safe.

I got everything on Georgia
Gilbert, and I mean everything.

She was born May 15, 1960.

Graduated Saint Mary's.

She failed her driver's
test three times.

She was color blind. She wears a
size six dress, size eight shoe,

and how in the world
did you know she was pregnant?

- She was?
- Yeah.

- Gave the baby up for adoption.
- What happened to Georgia?

She died in 1985. Cancer.

Tough draw.

Well, it wasn't
really a guess.

I mean, for decades Kimball

he had a lot of women
on the side,

avoided a lot
of scandal, right?

So what made him decide to marry
Georgia Gilbert over all those women?

Blanchard paid her off and
Kimball thought she ran out on him.

How did you know
that the baby was a girl?

Oh, oh yeah.
No that...

That was a guess.

Yeah. Yeah.

But, that's a
fifty-fifty deal.

Why don't you find
the real daughter?

Adoption records are sealed,
paper only.

I have a reference number,
but nobody can see inside.

All this is good up until
Blanchard wants a DNA test.

I gotta say, even with my bag of tricks,
I can't rewrite Parker's genetic code.

Yeah, so we have to convince him that asking
for DNA is the worst possible choice he can make.

How do we do that?

We don't.

Then this lowlife extortionist
comes into my office

and says that he's found
Kimball's lost daughter.

Yes. He was here, too.
Wanted a payoff.

Now,

I know you and I are on
opposite sides of this,

but I think we can agree that
this Popodokolos fellow is a...

Has no regard for the law,
he's seedy.

He's a disgrace
to the profession.

I say we get a DNA test.

Absolutely.

Of course, once
we enter the DNA

into evidence then we
have to live with it.

So if she is the daughter,
she gets everything.

Yes. Everything.

This file is from Popodokolos.

I tied the
adoption reference number

to the medical records
of one of Parker's aliases.

Social security, taxes,
long record of drug offenses.

Anybody short of the CIA is gonna
believe that is Kimball's daughter.

I'm beginning to think we
should consider a settlement.

No. Absolutely not.

My client's position is
that we will fight this

in probate for years,
if we have to.

Years.

So, how was I?

I think you were
enjoying yourself there.

No.
Well, maybe a little.

Now we have to see if
Blanchard is a gambling man.

Right.

Which do we
want him to be?

Not a gambling man.

OK.

Hm.

Well. All of it checks out.

So if we get a DNA test...

If a DNA test goes into evidence
there's no turning back.

This is not an inheritance.
I earned this.

I did things no lawyer,
no one should be asked to do.

She cannot show up
at that hearing tomorrow.

So pay her.

Things happen to drug addicts.

Well, in a strange city, don't
know a safe place to score.

Things happen.

Cindy.

Set up a meeting with
Popodokolos and the girl.

Lind will tell you
where and when.

Uh, Miss Carlisle,
are you ready?

I never thought
I would say this,

but I hope your
way works, Mr. Ford.

Because I don't think
we have a case.

By the time the hearing starts,

we'll have a check in our hands.

This is where he said.

Nate!

Come on.

You want this?

Well,
he was convinced all right.

Good plan.

No, no, no, this is good,
this is good.

Because, I mean, you know,
we get you to the hearing,

he'll cut us a check in the hallway just to
keep you from getting in front of that judge.

But just, just make
sure that Parker...

Make sure she gets to that
hearing. No matter what.

They had backup. They're on
their way to the courthouse.

She can't get to that hearing.

Well.

- God! God!
- Thanks.

Call it in, like he said.

You heard shots,
found him like this.

Tell them the blonde did it and
she's headed to the courthouse.

What are you kidding me?

Look at this.

Hardison,
give me some good news.

Oh, I got some
great news for ya.

They just put out
an APB on Parker.

It says she's a late 20 Caucasian
woman who shot an officer.

She's an addict and she's armed.

Trifecta.

How good's the description
of her?

- Freeze! Police!
- Pretty good.

Hold it right there.

Hold it!

Stop right there.

Uh, Blanchard,
your man Lind just...

Went to inform a drug addict
that we would not be blackmailed.

She flew into a rage
and gunned him down.

- That'll never hold up.
- Maybe.

Is she willing to bet five to
ten years of her life on that?

Smartest thing for her to do is

crawl back to Vegas
and just disappear.

Hardison, Blanchard's
headed to the courthouse.

Delay him.

Buy us some time.

How do you expect
me to do that?

I don't know.
Use your imagination.

Just use my imagination.

Yo, my man.

Can I have that?

Uh, yeah.

We're cut off.

We're gonna have
to get rough.

I ain't hitting cops.

This way.

I look forward
to seeing you explain that.

Anyone besides you
gonna wander through that door?

Your Honor,

I don't know what could have
held up the other lawyers.

Next person walks through
that door, we're starting.

- Oh!
- I'm sorry, man.

- You OK? You're good?
- Don't worry about it.

I'm good.
I'm good. I'm fine.

I'm fine.
I need by briefcase.

I got it.
Don't worry about it.

- Are you OK, Mr. Blanchard?
- It's all right, Donna.

Everything's fine.
Oh, thank you very much. OK.

- Hey, my bad, man. I...
- No problem. No problem.

OK.

Hey, you sir, have
a swell day.

- You too.
- Swell day.

Thank you.
I appreciate it.

Ah.

These aren't my keys.

Oh my God!

Let's just get naked
for everyone.

Gun. Gun.

Hold it.

- Right there.
- Whoa!

Wait a minute.
Stop!

Hands behind your head.

Whoa, take it easy.

- Take it easy.
- All right, be cool.

Nothing's gonna happen
to you, buddy.

Just settle down...

No, you're not using
the stun gun either.

Now, hold on. Stop.

Chill. All right,
nobody's gonna get hurt.

Drop it.

Seriously?
What are you doing?

Listen. Best if you pretend
you never saw us.

Stop.

I'm sure he'll be...

Nate, I did all
I could do, but...

Peter Blanchard, Your Honor,
my apologies,

- but I was held up at security.
- Security is always there.

You should take
that into account.

Now, Mr. James Popodokolos

has entered an appearance,
do we know where he is?

We should perhaps
wait a few...

I do not believe he will
be coming in, Your Honor.

Fine,
we have a full docket.

Let's get this thing moving.

Nate, I hope you have a Plan B

or F or something in the first
half of the alphabet.

Yes, but it depends
on our Miss Carlisle.

The librarian?

Ready, Miss Carlisle?

Uh...

Yes, Your Honor.

All right, Eliot,
what's your 20?

Every entrance is covered.

Parkers trying to find
another way in.

Hey, Parker, forget
about the hearing?

I need you to do something else.

And when you saw
Mr. Kimball last week,

what was his mental state?

He didn't even know who I was.

He kept calling me Gigi.

How does that compare with your
last visit with him, two months ago?

It was completely different.

He was frail then,
but his mind was still sharp.

Thank you.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Your witness, Mr. Blanchard.

These are Bennett Kimball's
medical records,

which I have entered
into evidence.

They state that he was declared
incompetent over two years ago.

Isn't it true, Miss Walton,

that even if you could produce
this new will, which you can't,

it would have been the product of a
man deep in the throes of dementia?

No. He was fine. He was fine.

Jimmy Popodokolos.
Sorry for my tardiness.

Judge, we're already
underway here.

And I don't want to go through
this a second time.

- Mr. Popodokolos...
- That's me.

...has filed that he
represents a missing heir.

Hm?

I will hear him out.

- Now?
- Mm-hm.

Yes. Now.

Uh, yeah.

Your Honor, if you just give me
a moment to collect my thoughts,

gather my papers and, uh, yeah.

And again,
sorry for the tardiness.

I like a wise
Latina judge. I like it.

Thanks for keeping it
going till I got here.

You can't pretend to be
a lawyer in a courtroom.

Well, stick around. I'm about
to practice medicine, too.

Uh, Your Honor,
I'd like to offer into evidence

these documents showing

a payment that Mr. Blanchard
made to a Georgia Gilbert,

a woman I contend bore
Mr. Kimball's child.

Yes, Your Honor.
Mr. Popodokolips...

It's Popodokolus.

Pokadolokisp.
Pop... Pop... Popo...

Popodokolus.

This man

spun these fairy tales
in my office.

It's a shakedown
from a disbarred...

Suspended.

Ambulance chaser from Las Vegas.

And he says that he found
Bennett Kimball's daughter.

So, I only have one
question for him.

Where is she?

I could produce her, Your Honor,

if you just allow me to ask
the witness one question.

- One question, to the witness.
- Please.

OK?

- Ask!
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Miss Walton.

What...

...color...

...is my tie?

I don't know.
I'm color blind.

Hm.

Color blind.

You're, uh...

Ah, yes.
What I have here, Your Honor,

these are the medical records
for, um, Bennett Kimball,

which Mr. Blanchard here was kind
enough to offer into evidence.

Which he was.

It states that Mr. Kimball
is color blind.

Now what we have here is...

It says that Georgia Gilbert
is color blind.

On the Massachusetts application
for a driver's license.

Blue irises.

They were his favorite.

She failed her
driver's test three times.

She's color blind.

Now, it's rare for a
woman to be color blind.

It takes a color blind father,

a color blind mother

to produce a child
who is color blind.

Wait, are...

Are you saying that I'm
Bennett Kimball's daughter?

Your Honor, now he's testifying.

You opened the door, Counselor.

It's no coincidence,

is it, that you started a program
helping foster kids get adopted?

No coincidence,
is it Ms. Walton?

- No. I was adopted myself.
- Yes, in 1982.

You were two years old.
The state of Nevada.

Yes.

Now, the last time you
saw Bennett Kimball,

he called you by a different
name, didn't he?

What was it?

- Gigi.
- Come on.

- No, its Ruth.
- Let's go.

- I'm your friend.
- Gigi. Gigi.

Gigi.

Huh?

Georgia Gilbert.

GG. Hm?

That's who he was looking at
when he saw you that day.

Your birth mother, the woman
he loved and lost in 1980.

Your Honor...

...Bennett Kimball

didn't call Ms. Walton here

out of the blue to donate
money to her charity.

He searched for her.

He searched for his daughter.

I move to strike Mr. Popodokos's
evidence from the record

based on the fact that I haven't
been able to get adequate time

to review these outlandish claims
and prepare a proper response.

Popodokolus.

Popodokolus!

I agree, Your Honor.

And I would also like to add
a motion to compel a DNA test

to put to rest any doubt

that my client is
Mr. Kimball's daughter.

The truth will win out.

Motion granted.

When we get the results,
I expect I will be awarding

Miss Walton the Kimball estate.

We're adjourned.

You honestly think
this will hold up?

For a Harvard man,
you're not too sharp.

You tried to keep Kimball's
daughter out of the courtroom,

she walks right in
the front door.

Sorry I'm late.

I was just at your office
cleaning out your safe.

Hey, Parker, forget
about the hearing.

I need you to do
something else.

Those files.

Whoo, that was a lot of dirt.

I gave 'em to your
special cop friend.

Oh, who's not too happy with you,
by the way, since you shot him.

That means you can't pay him off
with any of the Kimball estate money.

What the hell is this?
Hey, you don't understand.

These people are thieves.

I don't even think
that one's a lawyer.

And if he's Greek,
I'm Aristotle.

So, do you still think law is, you
know, the only pathway to justice?

Now more than ever.

I like to think that you
learned something from me today.

Certainly.

Why would he go to all that trouble to
find me and not tell me he was my father?

Well, I mean, think about it
from his perspective.

If he told you the truth, how do
you think you would have reacted?

I would have asked him
why it took him so long.

I would have been
really angry.

Yeah, so instead, its like
he got to start from scratch.

And by leaving his fortune
to your charity,

it's like he's atoning for
mistakes he made in his life and...

The kind, generous Bennett
Kimball is the one I knew

and that's how I'm
gonna remember him.

So, um, where's, uh,
where's your lawyer?

I thought that she'd
be with you today.

Celebrating the win and...

My lawyer? I never met
her before this week.

She told me she was with you.

Took you long enough.

Who are you?

Tara Cole.
I'm a friend of Sophie's.

She said you were
short-handed.

Asked me to help.
It's in there.

So you help out
by lying to us.

I wanted to see just
how good you really are.

And show you just
how good I am.

Consider it my audition.

I bet you're not even a lawyer.

Ah, Sophie was right.

- You are adorable.
- Excuse me?

See how good we are.

- Don't call me adorable.
- Hey! Hey! Guys, guys.

She's right.

Sophie did send her.

And Sophie asked us
to give Tara here a shot.

Well played.
Welcome aboard.

Thanks.

Adorable.

Whoa, whoa.
Hold up. Mm-mm.

Hold up, hold up. What is this?

Oh, that's my invoice.

For my cut of the inheritance.

Hey, I'm not a candy striper.
This is my job.

There, see,
we're getting paid already.

It's gonna be fun.