All language subtitles for So Help Me Todd S01E21 - Are You There Todd It (Netnaija.xyz)

Previously on
So Help Me Todd...

This is my life,

putting an ad in the newspaper
in Iceland

to tell my missing husband
that our marriage is over.

You... kissed me.

And now, you're just, like,
no, it never happened.

Life's too short
to not be friends.

I've got less than 100 hours
left until I get

my P.I. license restored,
and then, who knows.

I'm mostly just trying
to escape from Mom.

Moving in with her
a part of this exit strategy?

And I'm Alex.

Vegas. What about tonight?

Like elope?
Mm-hmm.

A divorce?
Are you sure?

Yes.

MALE ANNOUNCER:
Well, it's a beautiful day,

and here we are on the streets
of Portland

for the 47th
Annual Waterfront Parade.
Hello!

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
Absolutely right, Bob.

Look, there's the governor.
Oh, and there's Fang

from the Portland Widows.

Here comes the float
from McBarton's Beer Company.

It says here that the driver
of their float

is their employee of the month

Billy P.

MALE ANNOUNCER: Oh, wait
a minute now, it looks like

the parade float
from McBarton's Beer Company

is having a little bit
of trouble.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
It seems to be malfunctioning.

Oh, my God, what's going on?

MALE ANNOUNCER: That float
is out of control. My God!
(crowd screaming)

(alarm beeping)

(groans)

(groaning)

(groans)

(screams)

Hi.

Oh, Allison.
Another bath?

What does that
make it?

Number seven
this week?

Mm, yeah, I guess.

(groans)
Are you okay?

Oh, I...

No. No.

I am not sick.

I cannot be sick.

You might have that nasty 24-
hour virus that's going around.

You should just get back in bed.

I have a huge
settlement hearing

at 10:00 a.m.,
and I have to be there.

You remember that

parade float that lost control

and crashed into the crowd?

Well, they hired me
to represent

the injured spectators
in a class action suit

against the brewery,

and if I drop the ball
on this,

Beverly will see it
as a sign of weakness.

Mom, just take the day off.

I've only been able to eke out

a very tiny
settlement,

and I am not going to bungle it.

I have to be there.

Mom.

I'm a medical professional.
Go back to bed.

No, no, I'm fine.

I must attend
the settlement.

Oh, God. I can't...

attend... (panting) the

settle... ment.

(grunts)

Well, hello.

Guess who was
ten minutes early this morning

and who is late.

Oh, Todd, you have to
find Susan.

Tell her she has to go to
the McBarton Beer Company

arbitration conference
and get that settlement signed.

TODD:
Mm-hmm.

Scrambling at the last minute

to complete our homework?
Did I mention

I alphabetized all the files
in my nook

this morning?
Todd.

Go find Susan now.

(overlapping shouting)

(knock on door)

What's up?

Oh, super chill bloodbath
in there, huh?

Yeah. What do you need?
Uh, my mom needs you

to go accept a settlement offer.

I can't go anywhere.

Right, totally.

(overlapping shouting
continues)

Well, Susan's a no-go, Mom.

(sighs) Go try Beverly. Quick.

(overlapping shouting)
Stop it! Watch it.

You're acting
like big babies!

Knock it off.
You're the little man.

I'm telling you!
Beverly is occupied.

You'll just have to do it.

Me? Wait, what? What am I doing?

MARGARET:
There's a file on my desk marked

"Parade Victims v. Brewery."

If we don't settle
before 10:00 a.m.,

the arbitrator
decides the amount, and my

clients go empty-handed.

Relax, I've got the file.

Now what do I do? Wait. Does it
smell like mint in your office?

Or like... (sniffs) minty roses?

Todd, I am counting
on you right now.

I need you, so please,

please stop goofing around

and help me!

Okay, you know what?

Drop me a pin, and I'm there.

Get the pink page

marked "Settlement"

and go.
(clock ticking)

You've got 26 minutes.

MARGARET:
Todd, you will be my proxy.

Find the plaintiff's
representative,

Jane Tippet, you can't miss her.

Have Jane sign the settlement

with the arbitrator,
and accept the offer,

but you have to do it
before 10:00 a.m.,

or the arbitrator decides
the final award,

and he is not favorable

to my side.
Whoa!

MARGARET:
Did you get all that?

You serious?!

(horn honks)

Oh, God.

(panting)

(elevator dings)

(button clicking)

(sighs)
SECURITY GUARD: H-H-Hold.

Fourth floor. Back office.
Michelle.

No, no, no, I'm not the...
pizza guy.

(sighs)

(elevator dings)

Six minutes
till success.

Can't believe
we're getting away

with this paltry
settlement.

Especially since Margaret Wright
is their attorney.

I guess she's not
so tough after all.

She's about two feet tall
out of those stilettos.

But she makes up for it
with those gigantic blouses.

(both laugh)

Good thing
she never heard

about "Crimson Monday."

(elevator doors open)

(sighs)

Crimson Monday?

(giggling)

(line ringing)

Pick up, pick up, pick up.
(phone buzzing)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(grunts)

(Italian accent):
Yeah, I got
pizza here.

(indistinct chatter)

Uh, fourth floor, Michelle.

(clock ticking)

ARBITRATOR:
There now.

The arbitration has
officially commenced.

She's not here. Margaret Wright
abandoned her clients.

McTABRIA:
Then you have the authority

to choose the figure awarded.

No! We don't want you
making this decision.

MARGARET:
Todd, accept the offer.

JANE:
In the absence
of our representative,

I will speak for the plaintiffs,
and we will

accept the settlement
amount offered.

(murmuring)
Got it.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

I'm here, and I, um, I speak

for these people.
I represent the plaintiffs.

I'm from Crest Folding,

I am Margaret Wright's epoxy,

and-and we are rejecting

this settlement offer.

* *

And how are we today?

I don't really know.

Uh, I feel weirdly
untethered from my life.

Like the future

that I saw for myself

is gone.

So...

what's now?

Anyway,

you're in town tonight?

Yes, I'm...

here for dinner.

Where's Clem?

She's right there.

Where's
Uncle Chuck?

That's a really good question.

I don't know.

He might be at home,
at his home.

I don't actually
live there anymore.

Um, how's your mom?

She's fine. It's viral.

I made her stay in bed
so we don't get it.

But isn't Todd
in there with her?

Whatever.

So, everything
is great.

Uh, it all
went perfect,

but, uh, I did make
one tiny change.

See, the clock was ticking,
and everybody was yelling,

and I guess I overheard--
I mean, I did

overhear these awful defense

lawyers, who looked like
America's Next Top Model:

Legal Edition
contestants,

talking in the elevator

and congratulating themselves
on pulling one over on you.

And they were referencing
this secret something called

"Crimson Monday" because
they're hiding something,

or they are lying
to you, but, anyway,

one thing led to a mother,

and I sort of
stepped up,

in a good way,
and acting as

your proxy-- it's not epoxy--

I kind of took over the case,

and I, uh, rejected
the settlement offer.

So...

no big deal, right?

Mom?

It's good.
Baby, eat your pasta.

Oh. You feeling better, Mother?

(door opens)
Mother?

(sighs)

(elevator dings)

Did I do something...
Shh.

(sighs)

Did you today

ever say the words,

"I am a lawyer"?

No.

"Legal counsel"?
"Attorney"?

No. No?
No, no, no, no.

I-I-I just said that I, uh,
speak for these people,

and I said
I represent them.

Mom?

Oh, my God! Whoa.

Oh, Todd.

You are brilliant.

What? Wait, you're
not murdering me?

And waste genius

like this?
Of course not.

Todd, I knew

that they were
hiding something.

They were trying
to force us

to accept their
crappy settlement

so we wouldn't find out.
(laughs)
(laughs weakly)

(sighs) This Red Sunday...

Crimson Monday.
Mm.

We need
to investigate,

and the little stunt
you did today

bought us the time
we need.
What?

"A Plaintiff Group
in a class action suit

"may change their representative

"once and only once,
and if

"a change is made,

"the arbitration hearing
must be delayed

for three
business days."

Wait, so I'm their attorney now?
So to speak.

Oh, fantastic.
I mean, I'm basically

a lawyer anyway at this point.

I mean, briefs,
motions, overruled.

Oh, but, Todd,
you have to be careful.

Huh?
You must never
misrepresent

yourself or deceive
these people.
Yeah. I know.

It is illegal.
Okay.

If the plaintiffs think
that you're a lawyer...

(mutters)
we let them,

but you must never
lie to them.

No lies, whatsoever,

for three days.
Oh, um...

No lies? But how?
No.

What are you
gonna be doing?

I am going to use
these next three days

to get some answers.

And what am I gonna do
with the plaintiffs

while you figure out
this Crime-son Monday--

uh, Crimson Sunday. (sighs)
Now you got me doing it.

Crimson Monday.

You are going to stall.

JANE:
This is outrageous.

We have no idea
who you are.

I am from Crest and Folding.

You're a lawyer.

Is that a statement
or a question?

Ugh, classic lawyer response.

JANE:
Well, what happened
to Margaret Wright?

And why on earth
did you reject

our settlement?
I mean, look at us.

Our lives are falling apart.

Look at Elton.
He's pitiful.

So, um...
(microphone feedback)

Margaret Wright is...

indisposed,

and there has been
a significant development

in your case-- or our case,

and we just need
some time to,

uh, look into it and, hopefully,

um, get more money.

(overlapping chatter)

Yes, and now I have to ask,

does anybody here know
what "Crimson Monday" is?

Yes. Elton?

I drank a ton of those
at Mardi Gras.

Nope, that's not it.

Okay, well, moving on.

No, we're not moving on.

We have questions,

and we all
have enormous

medical bills to pay.

Right.

JANE:
My wrist was shattered.

It was shattered.

I'm still dizzy when I stand up.

I'm so sorry.

I hear beeping wherever I go.

But you... broke your leg.
Yeah.

Okay, well, um, I feel like now
would be a great time

to bring in my
"medical consultant."

Uh, yeah, so, um...

the beeping,

you heard this
before the parade?

I've always
heard it.

Right, so I don't think you can

sue the brewery
for that,

but the-the broken leg...

Do you have any idea
what it's like to be dizzy

and disoriented at all times?

So funny you should ask that.
I know exactly how that feels.

Like, I didn't recently
get hit by a parade float,

but I feel like my life

has unraveled recently.

Keep it parade related.
Yeah, sure. Um...

Okay, so, my medical advice,

as a doctor,

I am one, is that you should put

your trust in this man
and just

let him have
the time

that he needs

to do

whatever it is
that he needs to do,

and, in the meantime,

if anyone wants
to see a movie...

Okay, thank you, thank you
very much, medical consultant,

thank you. Um, well,

it looks like the verdict--
excuse me,

the diagnosis is in.

So, you guys can all
just sit tight

and wait to hear from me.

Hey.
Hey.

The brewery financials
came back pretty clean.

No shady
offshore accounts,

clean record with the IRS.

Well, I found something.

(sniffs)
Are you wearing cologne?

Oh...

Didn't you have lunch
with Alex?

Alex, a...
professional

forensic accountant,
was kind enough

to deep dig up some dirt for me.

What dirt?

Someone smells
marvelous.

Mm-hmm.

It would seem our homegrown

microbrewery, McBarton Beer Co.,

isn't so mom and pop
anymore.

They were acquired,

just two weeks
before the parade,

by a massive corporation,

E.L.B.I., "Endless Lake
Beverages International."

Code name for the acquisition,
which won't be made public

for two more weeks?
"Crimson Monday."

Of course,
it all makes sense now.

First, E.L.B.I.
bought the brewery,

then the parade accident
happened, and now

E.L.B.I. is hiding
behind the brewery.

Because once those plaintiffs
hear "bought by E.L.B.I.,"

they'll want
a much bigger settlement

from E.L.B.I.'s
much deeper pockets.

So, the brewery is a subsidiary
that is protecting

the parent corporation?
Mm-hmm.

Then how do we tie
the two together

and get to
E.L.B.I.'s money?

And how do we do it
before the new

arbitration settlement
in, ugh, two days?

Okay, quick, Lyle, Susan,

somebody, just check
very quickly and see

if anyone has ever sued
one of E.L.B.I.'s subsidiaries

and forced them to open up
their fat corporate piggy bank.

LYLE: Glad you're
feeling better.
MARGARET: Oh, thank you.

SUSAN:
Looks like only once,
three years ago.

One attorney got a huge
settlement out of them.

Oh, great. Who is it?
We'll ask them for advice.

(sighs)

GUS:
Here's that report verbatim.

"There are no birds living
out here. This is a swampy

"hellhole
full of snakes,

trash, and abandoned couches."

Corduroys.

I think not.

Uh...

Okay, now, now, well,
just-just-just so

we're clear here,

last time we
saw each other,

you threw me out
of a restaurant.

I did not throw you out.
You left

after I made it clear
that you were no longer welcome.

Now, you want pointers

from me on how to beat E.L.B.I.

A professional favor,

which I'm more than happy
to repay.

Later.

Fine,

but you owe me.

What do you
want to know?

Uh, in order to "pierce
the corporate veil," as it were,

and to gain access
to E.L.B.I.'s money,

we need to prove that E.L.B.I.
had direct control

over some aspect,
I mean, any aspect,

of McBarton Beer Company's
daily operations.

Here's the thing
about E.L.B.I., that place

is a cesspool
of smug bastard executives

with God complexes
that can't keep their fingers

out of anything.
If E.L.B.I.

is buying that brewery,
I guarantee you

they've already stuck
their noses in there.

Those executives
are never gonna talk,

ever.
(gasps)

But the employees,
they will.

Ever know an employee that
didn't complain about their job?

Never. (laughs)

Thank you so much.

That is very helpful.

And I now owe you

one favor.

Whoa, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

What, that's it?

You pump me
for information,

no apology?

Apology?

You want me to apologize to you?

Uh...
You're interviewing

for my job.

That wasn't your job.

It was nobody's job.
That is so like you.

You know, if anyone
owes anyone an apology...
If you want that job,

then go out and take it.
...you owe me.

Okay? Don't blame me.
Oh, God,

I knew it was a mistake
to come here.

Yes, it was a mistake.
Yeah, goodbye.

Goodbye.

MARGARET:
Todd, major intel.

I've discovered that
the brewery employees

were trying to unionize,

but it looks like they were
opposed by that floor manager

I sent you to find.

Have you located her yet?
Yes.

Got eyes on her
right now.

So, Theresa...

Theresa Wallace. Question her

and find out what she knows
about E.L.B.I.

Okay, great, I got to go.

Okay,

today is all about fun
and romance,

and your future,
which starts now.

(whistle blows)

(sighs) Hi.

Hi. (chuckles)

SHERRY:
Okay, I hate these things.

I always
get so nervous,

and men just lie
about everything,

so don't lie to me.

Tell me about your
last relationship.

Uh... well, um...

Me? Uh, Todd. So, yes, um, Amy

was a great girl,

Rose Festival Queen,
but she's at Cornell now.

(whistle blows)

And then there was Lea Luna.

Lea Luna, the podcaster?

PDX Files.

Yeah, she's much too cool
for you.

(whistle blows)

No.
Yes.

This Veronica sounds terrible.

But it was all just a trap
to get my mom arrested.

And now,
Susan's engaged

to this awesome guy, Peter,

and I guess that's that.

But you love her, right?

Huh.
(whistle blows)

Hi.

Allison? Oh, my God,

what are you doing here?
Oh, my God, hi.

I'm here, I'm speed dating.

Do I like woodworking?
No, you don't.

Okay, 'cause I maybe
just told a guy

that I would build
a canoe with him.

I don't think that you
should be here right now.

It's too soon?
It is too soon.
You are definitely not ready

for this, Al.
Mm-hmm, okay.

(whistle blows)
And get away.

Bye-bye. Love you.

THERESA: Mm.
Hi.

Mm.

How are you?
Aren't you a nugget.

Aren't I.

I'm Theresa.
Hi, Theresa.

I'm Todd. So...

uh, what do you know?

(stammers) Or what do you do,
um, for a living?

I'm a floor manager.
Impressive.

McBarton Beer Company.
Heard of them.

You know, I just bought
a sailboat.

50-footer.

(exhales)
And I'd bet

you'd look so good
tanning on my deck

with me
all over you

like SPF.

Uh-huh.

I think I'm in love with you.

No you're not, no you're not.

Okay, but I am open
to Cuba, for sure.

No one's open to Cuba here.
No one.

Okay. So...
Y'all know each other?

TODD:
Uh, yes. No.

Well, um, she's my sister.
It's a long story.

We're not dating.
That's good to know.

Mm-hmm.

So, what do you do for a living?

Well...
He's an investigator
at Crest Folding.

Are...
Okay, now I'll get out of it.
Back to you, Paul.

You work for the law firm
that's suing my brewery?

I shouldn't be talking to you.

(sighs)
I could've loved you.

And I'm calling my lawyer.

Y'all nasty.

Okay, just... just... (sighs)

She seemed nice.
You should go after her.

MARGARET:
So, Todd, I've discovered

that the brewery union was being

organized by someone
named Billy P.

Is she...?
I don't know.
She's totally lost her mind.

But this fledgling union has to
be significant to the case,

and this Billy P...
And Theresa.

How does she afford
a brand-new

50-foot sailboat on her
floor manager's salary?

I mean, that is
definitely suspicious.
It is.

Margaret, Todd, Jane Tippet
is here to see you.
Oh, hello, Jane.

What are you...
Did you think
that we were fools?

No, I...
He's not even a lawyer.

I never said I was a lawyer.
I never said I was a lawyer.

I did not...
And then we hear that he's

throwing himself
at that Theresa woman

in public. Our opponent.
What?

Begging her to love him.

No, I never said-- I did not--

I was gathering intel.

You made fools of us.

And you asked us
to trust you.

And now, the brewery thinks
that we are desperate,

and they have cut that
ridiculous settlement offer

in half. In half!

Yeah.
Okay, we can fix this, Jane.

It is too late.

The final settlement
is tonight.

And I am gonna speak
for the group,

No, Jane...
and you are both fired.

Fired?
No, wait.

Good day.

(stammers)

Mom, we can't just
give up on this.

The new settlement
hearing isn't until 8:00.

Maybe we could find...
Todd, the plaintiffs

have moved on, and so must we.

We can't jeopardize
what little settlement

they have left.

I'll just, I'll go
tell Beverly what happened.

Oh, great, that's the
last straw for me, then.

I am definitely gonna get fired.

I mean, I have pushed it
too far one too many times.

I'm gone. Kersplitzo.

Oh, you're not kersplitzo.

Yes, I am. Wood-fired pizza.

Canned Film Festival.

PD Axed.

Todd, I will take care of it,
if I can.

I just have to think
of something to say.

Earth, Wind & Fired.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Allison? What's going on?

Hey, I'm just...
SUSAN:
Uh, Margaret.

Could you take a seat, please?

(exhales)
Okay.

It's actually good timing
to have you both here.

Because I have something
for each of you.

It's official.

You are both hereby divorced.

(inhales sharply)

Oh, Allison.

Allison, honey,
I-I know this isn't how

either of us
wanted things to turn out,

but we are...
Mom.

You're gonna be okay.

And so am I.

But right now,
I think I want to be alone

so I can figure some things out

by myself.
Okay.

Okay.

(stammers)
Yep.

I love you.

Thanks.

Congratulations?

Oh, my God, what a day,
what a day.

(phone chimes)

(sighs)

Uh...

Thank you, Susan.

(sighs)

FRANCEY:
Hey.
Hey.

How'd that go?

Let's just say it wasn't
a banner day for love.

Francey, am I an idiot?
Is marriage ridiculous?

I mean, if the two of them
can't make it work,

then what am I doing
getting marr...
Suze, stop.

Don't compare
yourself to anybody.

Not them, not anyone.

This is your life.
What do you want?

(laughs):
I don't...
Do you love Peter?

Yes.

Do you want to spend
the rest of your life with him?

(exhales)

Yes.

Then that's all that matters.

(both laugh)

Silly girl.
(chuckles)

LYLE:
Todd, I got info

on the McBarton Beer Co.

from the National Labor
Relations Board.

The workers did file

paperwork to organize a union.

Oh, I guess no one told you

we were let go from that case.

Yeah, the final
settlement's at 8:00,

and, uh... we're out.

(scoffs)
Don't bother telling Lyle

so he can work all night
with no sleep.

Would it make you
feel any better

to know that I'm likely
gonna be fired?

For impersonating
a lawyer

and losing a client and
opening a credit card

in your name.
Wha...

Well, that part's a joke, but
I'm probably gonna get fired.

Oh.

Well, that is... unfortunate.

Unfortunate indeed.

The brewery workers, they filed
to start a union, right?

Yes. The papers were
filed by one of them.

A William Phillips.

Oh, okay. Thanks.

Yeah.

William Phillips?

With a P?

And William,
which could be Billy,

and P for Phillips?

So, possibly, Billy P.?

Possibly.

What was the name of the guy

who drove the parade float?

"Billy P."

So, uh, William Phillips,

aka Billy P.,
the union organizer,

was driving the parade float...

When he was overcome by
carbon monoxide and nearly died.

Is it possible...
Someone was trying to...

Kill the union organizer?

MARGARET: (sighs)
Double martini, please.

Wow. Bad day?

Ah, ha, ha. Yes.

Me, too.
(sighs):
Well...

Oh! Oh! Oh, no.

My phone. Super.

Just super.
Can I get another pitcher

of Portland Union Brew
back here?

This one's got a phone in it.

Make it a triple martini.

Hello? Anybody?

It is dead. It's dead.

So, how'd it go with E.L.B.I.
and piercing

ye olde corporate veil?

We failed. I failed.

The plaintiffs
fired us,

and they're about
to get steamrolled

over the final arbitration
tonight.

And I might have gotten
my son Todd fired,

and my divorce--

and my daughter's
divorce, Allison--

came through on the same day,

which was just so sad.

Are you even
listening to me, Gus?

Yes.

You are not. You are
playing with darts.

I'm not playing with darts,
I am playing darts.

Here. Give me one of those.

* Sometimes, we say... *

Eh, that's not bad.
You got to...

try and lift your arm up
a little bit there.

Do not give me
dart tips, please.

Dart tips are the pointy end,
you know?

* When you realize... *

I'm really sorry
what happened with the E.L.B.I.

Although, I'm not surprised
you lost to them.

Oh! Really?

You're not surprised?
Oh, I see, I see, I see.

So the great Gus Easton

can beat E.L.B.I....
Oh, come on.

but poor, little,
tiny Margaret can't?

Oh, come on, I didn't
say that. Would...

Will you please stop trying
to pick a fight with me?

No, I am not trying
to pick a fight with you.
Yes...

You just now were trying
to pick a fight with me,

by saying, you know,
"I'm not surprised about that."

That is horrible.
I mean, anyway,

why should I stop...
Because I like you, okay?

And I'm doing my darnedest
to try and date you,

if you'd just be quiet
long enough

for me to ply you
with my charms.

Oh, and does plying me
with your charms

include walking out
on our first dinner date?

You said it was officially over.

And by the way, I paid
for the check on the way out.

I would like you to know that.
And probably expensed it.

Oh, I have never, ever,
in court or on the street,

met a woman
as frustrating as you.

* *

* Where to? *

Gus.

When you were suing E.L.B.I.,

is it possible

any of their subsidiaries
had unions?

Oh, hell no.
They'd never allow that.

No, they're like rabid wolves

when it comes
to organized labor.

That's it. The union.

They were trying
to stop the union.

Oh, Gus, do you think
that it's possible

that E.L.B.I. would go so far
as to demand

that any of their
future subsidiaries would squash

any union labor
activity...
Ow, that-that's sharp.

...before they would
acquire them?

That's really sharp.
Oh, I'm sorry.

(phone ringing)

Wait, that's-that's my phone.

TODD: Mom. That parade accident
was no accident.
Todd. Union busters, E.L.B.I.

The float driver
was the union leader.

So, they must have
stipulated that.

Yes.
So it was attempted murder?

Yes. Yes.
By Theresa?

Todd, how did you know
to call me on Gus's phone?

I tracked your location.
Lucky guess.

Well, uh, we have to get
to that arbitration.

I mean, you-you do, you do,
because you--

you are their representative.

Oh, my God!
We've only got 45 minutes.

Okay. Yeah.
Okay, Todd, before you go,

you need to make sure that...
TODD: I'm gonna...

Todd? Todd?

Gus, you don't charge your phone
before you leave your boat?

You threw your phone in my beer.

Gus, come on. We've got to run.

Gus, I didn't get a
chance to tell Todd

all the things he's gonna
need to know to prepare.

First, he's gonna
have to request

that Theresa attend the meeting.

Then he's gonna have
to question her.

If he's learned anything
from working for me

this entire year, he'll
already know all those things.

Todd is representing
the plaintiffs?

Yes, and he has to get them,
and Jane, back on board.

Oh, maybe if he tells them
it was murder.

Are you sure your son is gonna
be able to pull any of this off?

What are you saying about
my son? How dare you!
No, I...

Todd is very competent
and he's very smart

and he's very capable,
and he can convince

almost anyone of anything.
Oh-- Oh!

At least I hope he can.
What is going on with you?
Ow! Ow...

I pulled a hamstring.
Oh, my God.

Are you okay?
Oh, God. No, it's okay.

No, it's okay. Go.
Are you good? Okay, good.

Leave me behind. Go.
I will.

Go! Save those plaintiffs.

I'll call you later!
Go!

(grunts)

Todd, can you pull this off?

And can I trust you?

Oh, Todd!

(screams)

(panting)

(horn honks)

Okay. Gotta go.

(elevator dings)

(panting)

Oh, I'm sorry-- Ma'am?

The-the settlement arbitration
is in session already.

Y-You can't go in.

But I'm Margaret Wright.
I'm the attorney.

Oh, but I guess I'm not anymore.
Okay, a-all right.

It's only representatives
and clients.

But, uh, my son.

Is my son here? Oh, where is he?

Todd?

W-Wait, did you say Todd?

Yes.
Todd Wright?

Yes.
Uh...

Hang on a moment.

Are you "Mom"?

Ah! Yes.

He left this for you.
Thank you.

(panting)
Oh...

Oh...

Todd.

Todd? Todd?

Are you there, Todd?

It's me, your mother.

Yes.

You had better be
right about this.

Please trust me. I'm not lying.

All right, sorry for all
these last-minute changes

rushed through by the
plaintiffs' representative.

But we were
able to get

Ms. Theresa Wallace here

and you requested
to ask her a few questions

before accepting

the lower settlement offer?

Yes. Ms. Wallace.

You are the floor manager

at the McBarton Beer Company
Brewery, correct?

Yes, but why am I here?

Y'all just can't rope me
into this last minute.

And he tried to seduce me.

KRISTEE:
Mr. Arbitrator,
this is ridiculous.

This isn't a trial.

Just a few questions,
you said, Mr. Representative?

MARGARET: Okay. Okay.
Mm-hmm.

Now say "Mr. Arbitrator, sir,
if you'll just..."

Mr. Arbitrator, sir,
if you'll allow me

just a little runway,
I will establish relevance.

Go ahead, then.

Thank you.

Okay, Todd, we've got this.

You remember playing tug-of-war
in grade school?

Mm-hmm.

Well, this is just like that.

Yeah, you give a little slack,
and you pull a little.

First we want Theresa
off balance.

So we got to build her up.

Stroke her ego.

"Oh, you are so important..."

Mm-hmm. So, Theresa.

Hello again.

Floor manager sounds
like a pretty big job.

It is. I supervise 53 employees.

Give a little more slack.

Let her think she's winning.

Wow. Fifty-three.

Sounds like your bosses
have a lot of faith in you.

They have said
they'd be lost without me.

Now pull.
The union was a threat.

If your workers were successful
in forming a union,

all of that power

and responsibility you had

would be threatened,

wouldn't it?
No.

That's not true.

No? Oh, that's-that's funny,
because all 53

of your supervisees signed
a petition to form a union.

And I'm guessing,
if we asked

any of them, they'd say
they're not so crazy about you.

That's 'cause they don't like
working hard.

Bring up Billy P.

If William Phillips,
the union organizer,

had a little accident,

maybe...

all of this would go away.

T-This is crazy.

Now yank. Lay out the crime.

You fiddled with the exhaust

on the parade float
that you built

because you wanted
Billy P. dead.

No. That's not true.

Don't let up. Make the crime
bigger so she has to explain.

You don't care
if you hurt 40 other people

so long as you got

what you wanted.

What's a little broken leg here,

a broken wrist there?

40 people stuck
with medical bills

and losing their jobs

because they're in too much pain
to work.

But what's it matter to you?

They weren't supposed
to be hurt!

(all gasping)

Ah. We've got her.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

The driver wasn't supposed
to get that far, and I just...

It was E.L.B.I.

They told me
to squelch the union,

and I just...
You just accepted money

from E.L.B.I. so you could buy
your beloved 50-foot sailboat.

And you decided

to attempt murder.

(overlapping chatter)

ARBITRATOR:
We need to, um,

end this session.

And I need to contact the D.A.

This settlement

will need to be renegotiated.

(gavel bangs)
(cheering)

* Isn't it funny... *

(whooping)

(applause)

(whooping)

* Never gonna... *

(sighs)

* Imagine, harder when it's... *

That was amazing.
Amazing. I know.

You were perfect in my ear and
it was like we were, like...

Totally in sync. Yes!
Yes.
(laughs)

Todd. Oh, that was incredible.

They are going to add
a lot more zeroes

to that settlement number now.

Oh! Okay, I'll go get my keys,

and then I will
drive you home.

(laughs)

* Tell me that love isn't... *

TODD:
Francey.

What are you doing here so late?
What's going on?

Oh, my God,
I came back for my coat

and I found this in the mail.

I must've missed it before.

Todd, you did it.

You got your license.

I did it?
You did it.

I'm back.
Yes.

I'm back.

Yes. Yes.
(both laugh)

Oh, my God. Oh...

Wait, uh, i-is Susan here, too?

No, she went to Vegas.

With Peter.

To do what?

To get married?
Wait, seriously? Uh...

W-What time is her flight?
Todd.

Please don't screw this up
for her.

Screw this up for her? I'm not
gonna screw this up for her.

What do you mean?

She's been building a life
with Peter for a long time now.

I don't want you running off
to the airport to...

Running off to the airport?

Francey, I'm not
gonna run off...
Just...

leave her alone.

Okay.

But you did it.

You did it.
I did it.

Yes!
(both laugh)

Oh...

Okay...

BEVERLY:
I understand we have a new
lawyer here at the firm?

(laughs):
Oh, Beverly.

You scared me.
Todd Wright, Esquire,

represented
the parade plaintiffs

at the arbitration hearing
this evening?

I can explain.
You have put

the firm's reputation
on the line again.

Your actions are unprofessional,

unethical and,
frankly, ridiculous.

Beverly.

Todd and I followed the letter
of the law

to the letter of the law.

And, frankly, I am tired

of being raked
over the coals by you.

Excuse me?

No, excuse me!

I have bent over backwards
for my clients,

for you, for Song,
for this firm, for years.

Dancing like a puppet
on a string

while you dangle a named
partnership over my head?

And I'm sick of it!

I deserve to have my name
above that door,

and if you can't see that,
then you don't deserve me.

And I am more than happy
to walk out of here,

and start my own firm
and spend the rest of my days

kicking your legal butt
up and down Burnside.

BEVERLY:
I've been waiting
for this moment for a very,

very long time.

You, pushing back.

Fighting for what's yours.

Like a named partner should.

See you first thing
Monday morning...

...at Crest, Folding & Wright.

(softly):
Okay.

I can't believe you got
I can't believe you got

named partner.
your license back.

(both chuckle)

You really deserve this, Mom.

Aww, Todd.
(laughs)

You, too.
Yeah.

Oh, you know, it's gonna be
a lot harder around here,

when you're gone.

Not nearly as much fun.

You know, I'm not gonna
leave right away.

I'm gonna look
into going freelance,

open up my own firm again.

You know, maybe take on
some big corporate client first,

just to pay the bills.
I mean, I'm not gonna leave

a steady paycheck
and go right back to nothing

and no health insurance.

Todd?
Hmm?

As your mother, you have no idea
how happy those words make me.

"Health insurance"?

(elevator dings)

Todd. Okay, let's go home.

Okay. Oh, uh, actually,

I'm not gonna go home just yet.

I'm gonna go check up
on a few things

and maybe get a bite to eat,
but I will see you later?

Well, okay, then.

(laughs softly)

Good night.
I love you, sweetheart.

(whispers):
I love you, too, Mom.

I'm proud of you, Todd.

* *

(exhales)

So, what are we doing?

I don't know.
I, uh, I was walking home,

and I saw that you were open
and I...

I just got a divorce.
Mm.

Then I'm not legally allowed
to give you bangs.

Right, yeah. That makes sense.

I just, I just need a change.
Like, something big.

You should go on, like,
a retreat or something.

Like meditation? Or yoga?

I did this personal
exploration weekend.

You get dropped down
in the mountains

with, like,
an apple and a knife,

and you have to just, like,
live for two weeks.

It was amazing.

In the mountains?
The point is,

you strip everything away
and just figure out, you know,

who you really are.

* North Star... *

(elevator dings)
Are you sure

your leg's okay?
(laughs)

And you made it home all right?

Okay, good.
No, Gus, I just got home.

I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go take a shower

and then I'm going to change
my clothes and...

then I'm gonna meet you
over at your place.

I-If that's okay.

Yes, unfinished business.
Uh-huh.

All right, I'll see you soon.

(sighs)

(lock clicking)

(gasps)

Harry?

Iceland... was horrible.

(crying)

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