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Previously on So Help Me Todd...

Peter's so sorry he couldn't
make it; he had to work.

Ah, yes, the elusive Peter.

You are never getting
anything like that from me.

Me, dating?

Oh, my God, is that Gus?

Back from Seattle yet?
Want to get that drink?

(crickets chirping)

EDDIE: Oh, I'm quitting this
job as soon as possible.

I mean, why we gotta stay late?

Luck of the draw, man.

Hmm. (loud creaking)

Wait. What was that?

(creaking grows louder)

(loud crashing) (men cry out)

Oh, Ma, hey, here.
I got everything.

Just in time.

Freddie? Freddie. Give
this to the judge.

The images are on this...
Hard drive in a folder

marked "Sacco/Incriminating."

She has the... Filing
request right here, and he...

Has the stamp.

Okay.

Has to be in by 2:00
p.m. You have 11 minutes.

The previous request was nulled.

And verified by the
court. So use this one.

Initialed by Swanson.

BOTH: Thank you, Freddie.

(exhales) You have got
to come back and listen

to these recordings I made.

Uh, legal recordings.
Of course.

Mostly legal.
Bass and Valdivia.

Caught in the act?

Every word. Slam dunk.

Oh, nice work. Mm-hmm.

And what about Breen?

Oh, well, Breen is
a different story.

I am currently tracking his car,
which is being driven by his...

Mother. Son. No.

The one who just
got out of... Bed.

TODD: Prison. Mom,

what's going on?
What are you... Well,

uh, I don't have
time to go through

all the details right now.

Can you bring these
back to the office

and I'll meet you there? Okay.

Thank you. Sure.

Margaret. What are
you doing here?

Working. And you?

I-I assumed that you had
headed back up to Seattle,

as you never returned my text.

What text? Oh,
wait, I did respond.

Wait... Wait, didn't I?

Oh! I got this new phone.

I have no idea how it works.

I probably didn't hit
the "send" button.

Huh. (chuckles) I, um...

So what'd you text me?

Nothing.

What are you doing
here? Well, let's see.

I'm defending the
City of Portland.

The new condo building
that collapsed,

down by the river.

Ah, the two construction
workers who were killed.

What, are their
families suing the city?

Well, the city said the land
was safe for development.

But it's not. Don't know yet.

We're doing some tests,
but now everybody's

suing the city.

The, uh, builder, the developer.

And now there's a second
site. Hasn't even gone up yet.

And we're just waiting
for them to file.

And then I missed
some court deadline.

The, uh, "OR24j."

What kind of weird
court filing rules

you got going on down
here in "Ory-gone"?

Oh, it's not that difficult.

It's easier than
returning a text.

But the real question is
how did you get this case?

You're not even a
resident of the state.

Portland City Council
president's an old frat buddy.

Of course.

Hey, why don't you have
lunch with me tomorrow?

Come on, you can give
me some Oregon info

and some pointers.

I'll pick you up at your office.

Say, uh, 1:00?

Oh, I gotta go. I, uh...

Okay.

Lunch.

Is this a date?

SUSAN: Yes, yes, of
course I understand.

TODD: Hello, hello, hello.

I, uh... Oh, sorry, sorry.

I didn't realize Susan had a
client in here. I'm not a client.

You're not? Then who are you?

Oh, you're Peter. Peter Peter.

Pumpkin eater.

Ah, well...

nice to meet you, Mr. Eater.

Didn't know you were coming in.

Didn't know you were you.

Didn't know you'd be wearing
such expensive-looking shoes.

I made these, in Africa.

You made these shoes in Africa?

Huh. Wow.

Well, so, what
brings you in, huh,

to my office? I mean,

you're welcome to
come at any time.

You're Susan's fiancé, you
can come and go as you please.

Hi. Todd, Peter. Peter, Todd.

Honey, your... (phone rings)

My God, hang on. No,
no, no. take your time.

Uh, Todd, I actually have
a private work matter

I need some assistance
with, and Susan thought

I might be able to get
some help from you.

Me? Mm-hmm.

Me me?

♪ Mi mi mi. ♪ (laughs)

Yeah. Oh, of course,
yeah. Certainly.

Wait, a private
matter? What is it?

I mean, uh, what is it?

Someone I work with
has gone missing.

Oh. A young
assistant at my firm.

Now, admittedly, she can
be quite flighty at times.

Takes spur of the moment
vacations and whatnot.

But this particular absence
feels different. Ah.

The police have done
next to nothing,

and I'm concerned.

So... Yes. No, I'd
be happy to help.

Are you kidding?
A missing person?

I deal with this every
day. Well, not every day.

But a lo... I have done this.

Great. Well, shall I see you
at my office, then, later?

Perhaps 4:00 p.m.?
Sure. Yeah, yeah.

Is this a date? No!

Excuse me, I was
speaking to someone else.

Okay. Right. (Susan
continues indistinctly)

Coffee.

(imitating Peter): It's
very hot. Ah, of course.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

Your lunch meeting is here
in the conference room.

(chuckles) No. I don't
have a lunch meeting.

I have a lunch date with...

Hey, Margaret. Good
to see you. Here.

Got you a sandwich.

(groans)

this is Eugene Kashmitz,

the lead engineer for
the Water and Soil Bureau

at the City of Portland.

I can't eat.

I'm sorry, I'm so upset

that I'm sweating;
I'm terrified.

(exhales) Okay.

How can I help you?

Well, investigators suspect
that the building collapsed

because it was
built on bad soil.

Soil that the city
said was okay.

So now the city's on the
hook for 147 million.

And if they lose, criminal
cases and civil lawsuits

will quickly trickle
down to the employees

that are deemed responsible.
MARGARET: Mm-hmm.

Mr. Kashmitz, I read about
the collapse in the paper.

Why were these projects
given the okay by the city

if the land was clearly
deemed so unsuitable...

That's what I don't know.

I ran the tests
myself two years ago.

The soil was fine.

Oh, I'm gonna throw up.

Uh, it's just around

to the right.

You look nice.
Special occasion?

No.

You should look up The
City of Salem v. Broadloop.

It's another similar
construction site accident

where the city avoided
any charges of wrongdoing.

You should do this case with me.

With you or for you?

Well, you can be my second.

No, thank you. I have
no interest in playing

local counsel to
a... to a frat boy

who favored his way into a big
case and can't even be bothered

to change his shirt
from day to day.

Was I wearing this yesterday?

Okay, look, you could,
you could take the lead.

You know a hell of a lot more
about Oregon law than I do.

I-I could be your second.

Is, uh, Mr. Kashmitz your
client, or is the city?

Mr. Kashmitz is the human
face I'm putting on my client,

the City of Portland.

Smart move.

Well, I suppose I
could be convinced

to make a little room
for you in my docket.

We should have dinner.

At my place. Tomorrow.

We can work out
the, uh, details.

All right.

Um, Mr. Kashmitz,

let's start at the
beginning. Okay.

How long have you been
working for the city?

These are our offices proper,

purpose-built for the FBI
before they decamped for Salem.

Rumor has it there's
still a missile silo

somewhere on the premises.

Oh, and right over there
is where Pink Martini shot

their first music video.

Wow, this is so cool.
Isn't it, though?

And now, a little less exciting

but far more
pressing, over here,

this is June's desk.

The missing assistant.
June Ballister.

PETER: Last known
sighting was on, uh,

Friday, I believe.

Uh, Audrey? Yeah?

Audrey, sorry to bother you,

but when was it that
you saw June that day?

At the office? Mm-hmm.

It was around 2:30 p.m.,
because she was just

coming back to her desk from
spin class. (phone buzzing)

Excuse me, I think I
need to call my brother.

Seems he was bitten by a shark.

Oh, God. Oh.

Seymour, great white or bull?

A shark? Does this guy
ever lose his composure?

Sorry, I'm Audrey.

June is my assistant.

Todd Wright, P.I.

Private investigator. Legit.

Working on a case for Peter.

It's a, uh, personal request.

I just, I wish June
wasn't such a fool.

Such a fool?

I mean, she's 24.
She's made so many

random and haphazard decisions.

I mean, she went to Brazil
for eight days in October,

and she didn't tell anyone.

Do you think she's
off somewhere now?

Oh, well, I hope so.

And I'm gonna fire her the
minute she's back. Huh.

A lot of active wear and shoes.

Yeah. Spin class.

June is a fanatic. Hmm.

Here. Look over here. Mm-hmm.

Do you see that guy?

(instructor shouting)

Uh, yeah. How
could I miss him?

That's Thor, June's
favorite instructor.

Huh.

God, I hope she
didn't sleep with him.

(Thor shouts indistinctly)

Whoo!

MARGARET: You know, it's always
crowded at the courthouse.

We just had a sandwich.

Oh, thank you.

The City of Portland
seems pretty excited

to have you on board.

Well, my reputation
precedes me. (chuckles)

Now that I filed with
the city to join you,

we just need to
let the office know

that I'll be giving this
case some of my time.

(chuckles) (elevator
bell dings)

And I should be able to get
you access to June's email.

Nice. Perfect.

And I'm so glad
your brother Seymour

gets to keep his arm.

Wait, why are all of us

going up to our offices?

Because Peter needs
to sign some papers.

I'm filing a lawsuit on behalf
of his company on Friday.

Oh. Oh, Mom. Gus.

Oh, hi. Hi,
Margaret. Margaret.

Everyone going up?

Mm-hmm. Thank you. Here we go.

Did you get the... All right.
Yes, of course I got it, Todd.

Okay.

(Muzak playing softly)

It's nice to see
you again, Peter.

Oh, uh, Peter,
this is Gus Easton.

Gus, Peter Chen.

Gus.

Wait, not the Peter Chen
from Chen Compass Developers?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Wait, so you...
Your company owns

Plot B on the riverfront,

next to the building
that collapsed?

Yeah. And we're
prepping a lawsuit,

suing the City of Portland.

Peter sunk all this
money into that land,

and now he can't build there. Wait.
You're suing the City of Portland?

I am the City of Portland.
What? Since when?

Yes, I just filed papers,
just now, just today

saying that we were
representing the city.

In these property
cases... Oh, my God.

We can't be talking to
you. Stop the elevator.

Why can't we be
talking... Todd, Todd,

I work for the city now,

and you work for me, so...

No, no, I actually
work for Peter.

What? I spent all
day at his office.

Oh, my God!

Everybody stop talking,
stop talking, stop talking.

What is going on?

Conflict of interest, Todd.

Don't say another word.

(inhales) Don't.

♪ ♪

LYLE: To avoid
conflict of interest,

and the appearance
of impropriety,

legal ethical rules require
that we build a firewall,

separating the firm
into two camps:

the City of Portland v.
Chen Compass Developers.

For the duration
of these matters,

you must not communicate
with the other camp

unless chaperoned. Chaperoned?

What is this, prom?
Oh, and let me guess.

The adult supervisor is... Me.

Ah. That's like putting Dracula
in charge of a blood bank.

And Peter isn't even
suing the city yet.

I'm filing today.

And when she does,

we don't want anyone saying that

our loyalty is split or
our judgment compromised.

The verdict in my case
sets the precedent in hers.

Could you just not
represent the city?

I mean, you've been on this
case for, like, seven seconds.

Absolutely not.

This is an incredibly
valuable relationship.

Why can't Susan just...

Just what, break my
engagement? Easy.

Even if Miss Yang
were to drop her case,

she still lives with Mr. Chen,

who currently fraternizes
with the entity

formerly known as Todd Wright.

Great, I'm an entity now?

They stay on that side.

Your phones and your
computers will be set to

block contacts on the
other side of the firewall.

No texts, no emails.

This memo will help
guide you through

the division of the workplace.

A map of routes we can take

through the office? Come
on, are you kidding?

Casual interactions are
the devil's playground.

You schedule when we can use
the break room and the bathroom.

What? What if I
really need to go?

It's only for a few weeks, Todd.

What, I have to hold
it for a few weeks?

Thank you all for your
cooperation. Meeting adjourned.

Thank you, Lyle.

Bup-bup.

Bup-bup-bup.

LYLE: Remember, absolutely no

talking to each
other for any reason.

Caw! Oh.

Sorry, Deborah. Sorry.

LYLE (over intercom):
No, you are not allowed

to go to a party together.

The firewall extends
beyond the office,

and into your personal
lives. No contact.

Oh, and how are you gonna
know if we both just go?

Because I'm tracking all
of your mobile phones.

And if any of you come within
five feet of the other,

there will be hell to pay.

Okay, could someone
I'm not allowed

to talk to named Mom

please call HR and
fire this lunatic?

Oh. HR is on my side
of the firewall.

Which means no
contact. Buh-bye.

(buoy bell clanging)

(seabirds calling)

He can't really be living here.

Oh, oh, it's slippery.

Oh...

Oh, there you are.

You're not even dressed?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I, uh, spilled lasagna

all over my pants.

God, it took me

half an hour to realize

that this address
was a houseboat,

which you neglected
to mention. Oh.

And I had to park a mile away,

And now you're not even ready?

What am I even doing here?

Well, hey, no, no, relax.
Relax. You're here now.

Why would I agree to work
with someone like you,

let alone even consider...
Okay, don't back up. No.

No, don't back up. Don't, no,

no! Oh!

Help me! Aah! Get
me out of here.

Help. (Margaret
shouts indistinctly)

Help. Help me!

Come on! Pick it
up! You, new guy.

Yeah? Pick up the pace
or I will end you.

I'm trying. Let's go! Whoo!

All right, that's
it. Okay. All right.

Okay. Most pathetic
class ever.

Get out of my sight.

Ow. Sorry.

Uh, wow, Thor, you
really are tough.

You know, my stepsister
said you're the best.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?
June. June Ballister.

Oh, yeah, the one who
lacks commitment and grit.

Huh. Really? Uh, is that true?

Yeah. As you can see,
June finishes last

in just about every category
we have... every time.

Wait, you track all of your
students' vitals? Of course.

I'm Portland's number one
accountability spinstructor.

I force losers like you
to win. Oh. Wait a second.

Do we all get to
wear those bracelets?

And do they also,
like, track location?

Within about 100 miles,
unless it stops registering,

like June's did three weeks ago.

Is your sister hiding
from the truth,

that she's a loser?
Most likely, yes.

But, Thor, I just gotta
say, you are very diligent

and constructively menacing.

Is it possible that I could
maybe take a quick peek

at the GPS data
just so I could see

where my stepsister is
hiding from the truth?

Hell no. Maggots!
Hey, maggots.

On your bikes.

Look, when you find
your half sister,

tell her she should
probably move her car.

Her car?

It's been parked
two streets over

since her last class.

She's got about 15
parking tickets by now.

Huh. Loser.

All right. All right, maggots!

Okay. Take care, maggots.
Take care, Thor. Thank you.

Bye, loser.

Mmm.

So... mmm... this
is delicious.

Um, two years ago,
Eugene does the soil test

on the riverfront,
and it's fine.

The city deems it
okay for development.

Then two projects are planned.

Project A goes up,

and comes down last month.

Project B, still to be built,

is Peter Chen's. Right.

And now both developers
are suing the city. Mm.

Not to mention the families of
the workers that were killed.

And if the city's found liable,

Portland will be brought
to its very knees.

I guess we'd better win.

We're gonna need a
bigger bottle. You done?

Uh, yes, thank you.

Mmm.

Ooh.

Ah, this is nice.

Um...

(chuckles) Armani?

Yves Saint Laurent? Hermès?

Oh, yeah, my wife... My
ex-wife has expensive taste.

She was always
trying to dress me in

designer suits,
Italian shoes, but...

Let me guess, it's "not you."

Not by a mile.

So, when we finally

separated, I, uh,

bought this non-designer beaut,

floated her down to
Portland, and, uh,

"started over," I guess.

You?

When my husband... left, I...

I just worked harder. Mm-hmm.

And I-I tried to appear strong.

Mm.

And then, one day, I woke up,

and I realized

I am strong. I don't
need to pretend.

And that's when I knew I
was over him. (chuckles)

And ready for dating apps.

(chuckles)

Oh, those men on
those dating apps

are just so unreliable.

I mean, they can
barely return a text.

Hey, I pressed send.

Okay, you know what? You try
switching from Apple to Android

and see how well you do.

(cell phone chimes)

Speak of the electronic devil.

Ooh, the independent
soil report is in.

Okay, I have no idea
how to get it from here

onto my laptop. Yeah, no...

Maybe it's already in there.

I can't get Wi-Fi or
"Blueteeth" out here.

There we go.

(exhales) Oh. Well,
that's bad for us.

The soil at the construction
site was re-tested yesterday,

and it is "not
advisable" to build on.

What? Where is the o-original
soil report from Eugene?

From two years ago?

Oh, it's right here, hold that.

It's over here, I think.

Well, no, I think it was over...

Oh, yeah, here it is. You hold
that. Oh, there we go. Yeah.

Okay, there it is.

GUS: Okay, so two years ago,

it was red clay at that site,

and now it's silt? Mm-hmm.

These two tests are not
from the same location.

Huh. We need to
talk to Eugene.

Okay. Let's go.

What, right now?

(conversing indistinctly)

(car beeps)

What is that? What?

(stammers) Oh, that.

Uh, yeah, it's long
story. Come on.

My, uh, my daughter,
she... (sighs)

You know what, I'll-I'll
tell you later.

No, no, this is impossible.

These are two different samples.
I wouldn't mix up silt and clay.

Am I losing my mind?
What's going on here?

That's the $147 million
settlement question.

Okay, let's just
calm down. (exhales)

Why don't you walk us through
the process, step by step?

I went out to the riverfront

on April 6, 2020, alone.

After dark, when the soil
is better for testing.

I took my sample,
put it in the trunk

and came straight back here, and
ran my tests like I always do.

The soil was safe.

It was red clay. I
okayed the construction.

Okay. Now, is possible that
you mixed up the samples,

or that someone else... No.

They're always in my possession.

(sighs)

The only person I
saw that entire night

was the lady security guard.

Lady security guard?

EUGENE: Yes, they fenced off

the riverfront, and
she was at the gate.

Friendly face, nice
smile. She let me in.

Did she touch anything?

Well, she checked the trunk

when I left, but
that's standard.

I mean, she only had it open

for a few seconds.

You don't think...

Why would she switch...

Oh, my God.

Okay, okay, June's car, parked
on the street somewhere.

(groans)

Uh...

What is that?

Is this... red mud?

Oh.

Huh.

Huh.

(line rings) (sighs)

SERVICE AGENT (over phone):
Good evening, Imperial Bank.

How may I help
you? Oh, thank God!

I'm Timothy Ballister.

My half sister June was
just in an accident,

a-a-a train accident.

Oh, uh, that's horrible. Yeah.

Is she okay?

No, no, no, she's a fighter,
but these greedy bastards

at the hospital won't
operate unless we can prove

she can afford the treatment.

I just need to check on
one of her recent deposits.

She has the money,
I swear she does.

Uh, well... I suppose I could.

Yes, okay. Account
number 6-3-2-0-1-9-0.

Um, o-okay.

I'm in her account. Uh-huh.

And I can see her last
deposit. Oh, bless you.

It's a personal check from

Peter Chen.

Peter? Peter Chen?

Yes, for $20,000,

and in the memo line it
looks like Mr. Chen wrote,

um, I... uh...

Yeah, it says "Kisses."

Tell your half sister
to hang in there.

I-I just feel so awful now.

Yeah.

Me, too.

TODD: Oh, my God, there he is.

(scoffs) This guy
and his "kisses."

(sighs) Okay, what would
Mom do? What would Mom do?

(grunts)

(clears throat)

Good evening.

How, uh, unusual to run
into the two of you here

at the office on
this lovely night.

Uh, well, I had so
much work to do,

so Peter brought
Valentine's Day to me.

Wait, it's Valentine's... Of
course it's Valentine's Day.

I knew that. February
15th, how lovely.

Uh, do you mind if I join you?

Um, actually...
TODD: Just have a few

questions for Mr. Chen
here on my left.

I believe I'm on your right.

May I just ask you a couple...
No. What is going on?

No one special in your
life at the moment, Todd?

What? What do you mean?

It means that we are on a date,

and you are
interrupting that date.

Uh, objection. I've had my
share of Valentine's dates,

and I don't see how
that's immaterial

to the presiding motion at hand.

Ah, yes, how many Valentine's
Days did you two spend together?

One. TODD: Two.

Two. Only one.

One and a half. Well...

she can't really testify to
dates and times of events

as Susan here was
a bit of a wild

party girl back then.

"Wild party girl
Susan," before my time.

Who may or may have
been too hammered

to realize that somebody

did put together an entire
Valentine's Day date plan...

Even though the
horse ran away...

After repeatedly telling
him that he was a child

who needed to get
his, um, "ship"

together. Peter...

My witness, thank you.

And I just have a few
questions to my witness

about his relationship

to the party of the first part,

heretofore known
as June Ballister.

What about her?
I found her car

on the street, near
your office with some

not so inadmissible evidence
in the form of a deposit slip

that says you

gave her $20,000

for "kisses."

You don't have to answer that.

Yes, you do. I am
cross-examining.

And I object to this line
of questions. Kisses...

was June's dog, who... died

rather tragically of
bone cancer. (sighs)

The money was for
doggy chemotherapy,

but unfortunately

it didn't work.

Sorry for your loss.

(wine pouring) Thank you.

Oh, for me? Thank you.

Mm-hmm. Wow.

Susan was right about you.

You are a fantastic

investigator.

Thank you. I am.
Wait, Susan said that?

Uh, but a terrible,
terrible lawyer.

Did you find anything else

in June's car?

Um, no, just some dirt.

Dirt gossip or dirt dirt?

No, dirt dirt. Actually,
I think it was clay.

Like red clay.

It was all over the
inside of her car.

Mm. Ca... Can you
meet me later tonight

at an address to be
provided in, say,

two hours? (soft chuckle)

Three. Gross.

Yes, of course. I can meet you
anywhere. Absolutely. Wait.

It is Valentine's Day.

Right now I am
supposed to be at...

MARGARET AND CHUCK:
♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you. ♪

(Margaret chuckles)

♪ And many more. ♪

Thank you. (phone chimes)

Oh, goodness.

I swear, if Lyle texts
me one more time...

Ah. Yes, he is on the patio.

Not speaking.

I'm allowed to speak.

No, not to me you're not.

Okay.

To my amazing,

accomplished, and

beautiful daughter Allison,

it is only fitting that you
were born on Valentine's Day

since I love you so much.

Cheers. MARGARET:
Happy birthday. Oh!

Todd! Is this
really necessary?

Unfortunately, yes. We don't
want to jeopardize either case.

Todd, I am not bringing
another glass out to you,

and we will slide the
cake out the door.

Yelling through glass
is still talking.

(phone chimes)

"Bring a flashlight"?

(phone chimes) Whoa.

Hold on.

Oh. What?

Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

Um, Allison, it's work,
and, uh, I-I have to go.

You're leaving me in
your home with Todd

at a birthday party
I did not want?

No, no, no, I'm leaving,
too. (gasps) Todd, get out!

TODD: No, no, I'm leaving.
MARGARET: Get out. Okay.

I'm just telling you...

Covering your face

accomplishes nothing, Todd.

Can I just uncover for a second

to find the door?

Okay. Happy birthday, Al.

Allison, darling,
happy birthday.

Yeah. (door closes)

And I just want you to stay
as late as you like, okay?

Ah. Mmm. Okay.

Oh, okay. And happy
Valentine's Day.

Yeah, thank you, that's
great. Happy Tuesday.

Chuck.

(door opens, closes) I
am taking the elevator.

TODD: What? No,
I got here first.

MARGARET: No, I-I'm older.

TODD: Okay, yeah,
who's talking now?

Wait, where are
the stairs anyway?

So... what did you wish for?

A sister.

(bell ringing)

This is the firm that handles

all security for
construction sites?

Right, so now we just got to
find out which guard was on duty

the night he took the
soil samples. Okay.

But wouldn't the
security company

keep that information secure?

Secure, yeah. Yes?

Okay. (sighs)

What would Todd do?

Can I help you?
It's kind of late.

Uh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

I am Marguerite... Blomp,

and I am the manager

for these two men.

They are a twin... brothers

from Iceland, in a band named...

Soil Samples.

Yes, and as I'm sure you
read in the paper last night,

their plane went down.

No survivors.

Except them. They are alive.

And now they need
security guards

to protect them because

they are wanted
by deadly killers

in their homeland of Ireland.

Okay, so security.

Uh, you should come
back during the day.

Are these your employees on the
wall here? SECURITY GUARD: Mm-hmm.

Do you see any faces that
you are familiar with?

I mean, not that you're
familiar with because we haven't

hired them yet,
but that you would

like to be familiar with?

No that's actually
not right either.

Do you see anyone that you like?

No. EUGENE: No.

There were probably
some staff turnover

since the two years when he
took the original soil sample.

(gasp) Yes.

We need faces from the past.

Someone who would be
willing to work at night.

Or a female one who... works

on construction sites on
the Portland riverfront.

SECURITY GUARD: You
mean the collapse?

Oh, yeah, we have someone
there, but only in the morning.

We don't do nights on
construction sites.

ALL: You don't do nights
on construction sites?

That's what I just said.

Okay.

Well, thank you.
Yes, thank you.

Uh, yeah. Yes, thank you.

GUS: Let's go, Margarita.
MARGARET: Marguerite.

Marguerite. Marguerite.
Blomp. (laughs)

Blomp. Yes, and we're
going on a tour now.

You're welcome to
follow us on Insta.

(laughs) Insta. (door closes)

PETER: Just a ways further.

Years ago, I had a development
planned for Forest Park

right here. We had the
paperwork done, the soil tests,

and we were ready to buy the
land when the State swooped in,

declared it a
protected preserve,

but I do remember one
area in particular,

a large stretch of red clay just

through here. Got
all over my shoes.

Had a devil of a
time getting it off.

Ah, here it is. This
section, it's all red clay.

Okay, so June, or somebody,

was walking around this
area and then got red clay

all over June's car,
like, three weeks ago

when she disappeared?
But why? Oh!

Ow! You all right?

Is that...

That... (sighs)

is a human hand.

And what's that on
the wrist? Is that...?

A fitness bracelet.

I think we just
found June Ballister.

MARGARET: Is that...?

TODD: Red clay.

Huh.

Hmm.

(quietly): I know.

LYLE: Hello, Debra.

TODD: Mom, I found...

Oh. Eh.

Er.

Sup?

Oh...

I know, I know.

(coughs)

Think something's going around.

Okay.

(pen clatters)

(coughs)

Something's going
around. (chuckles)

(mouths)

Oh, oh, oh.

(mouths) (whispers): No?

(sighs, chuckles) Thanks.

(sighs)

(watch chimes)

(phone rings)

Hey. What are you doing?
Oh, you look sick.

Thank you, I am sick.
Wait, like-like sick sick?

Or "I don't want to go to work
because it's my birthday" sick?

No, like I actually am sick.

But, yes, I also didn't want to
listen to my coworkers singing.

Gosh, I hope I don't get sick.

Wait, why are you so against
your birthday this year?

I don't know, it just feels
like this last year, like,

what exactly am I
commemorating or celebrating?

Or whatever, it doesn't
matter. Why are you calling?

Oh, okay, uh, what
does this all mean?

Um...

Okay, well, so those
are vital signs,

and that looks
like the heart rate

and the blood pressure seriously
spiked at the end there.

Yeah, so-so she was, like,

terrified? Or had
a heart attack.

No, Al, she was found dead,

buried in mud.

Yeah, okay, that would
probably terrify her.

Yeah, probably.

Um, wait, is this from, like,
a fitness bracelet thing?

I used to have one of those.

There should be
another page of info.

Whoa, wait, another page? Uh,
okay. Wait, how do I do that?

(coughs) Okay, so click
on those little blue dots

up in the top right. Do
you see it in the corner?

Yes, I see, I see.

So, that's her GPS route.

So, like, for jogging or steps

or, you know, wherever she
went, it records your location.

Got it. Okay. Hello.

(sneezes) Hey.

(phone ringing) WOMAN:
Crest, Folding Song.

Thank you for coming in on
such short notice, Audrey.

Oh, of course.
Anything to help.

So it appears, uh,
June visited your house

the night before
she disappeared.

It's funny you didn't
mention that when we spoke.

I told the police all about it.

Oh. You did? Yes.

June, she came to my house that
night, and she was very upset,

crying over some
fight with Thor.

And then she asked if she
could borrow some money.

Did she say what
the money was for?

No. I just assumed
that she wanted

to get away for a while.

And that was the last time
you saw or heard from her?

Yes. (sighs)

I still can't believe
that she's dead.

Have they found any
clues at the scene?

Do they have a suspect?

Not one the authorities are
willing to share at this time.

Oh, of course. (laughs softly)

Well, please let me know
if I can be of more help.

Of course.

Audrey, thank you.
You've been very helpful.

Okay.

Hey, uh, let me walk
you down to your car.

Oh, that's-that's
okay. I'm fine.

I-I insist. Really. Here.

Oh.

Yeah, it's a tricky
building anyway.

Thank you. Yeah.

When Eugene gets here,

we'll have the sketch
artist do a rendering

of possible likenesses
of this security guard

and we'll take it from there.

Or, while we're waiting,

we could get her to do
some fun caricatures of us.

I'd like to see
what she would do

with that mop of unkempt hair.

I'd like to see what
she'd do with your eyes.

Eugene, what's wrong?

(breathing heavily)

We don't need to do a sketch
of the security guard.

Why not? I just saw her.

Pretty, nice smile, same face.

It was her. Where?

In the, in the parking
garage just a second ago.

Are you positive?

A hundred percent.

She was with a scruffy,
shifty looking guy.

A real hooligan with
a very wrinkled shirt.

That's my son.
That's her son. Oh.

Do you see her?

Ah, damn it.

Looks like we lost them.

Okay. Well, what should we do?

Should we call the police or...

(tires screeching)

Get in. I'm following...

A woman with a nice smile.

Uh, yeah, but who
are you following?

LYLE (over speaker): Stop
talking to each other.

Now. Where is he? Oh! Lyle!

Oh, my God. The firewall
has to come down.

Are we following
the same suspect?

Yes, we are. Come on. Uh,
okay, ignore him. Let's go.

Hop in the back. No,
you get in the back.

No, I got longer legs. Get in.

At least open my door.

LYLE: These cases are
too important. Sorry.

Ready? Okay.

(engine sputtering)
It's like it senses

when I'm about to have
a big, heroic moment.

LYLE: Everyone
exit the vehicle

and back slowly away
from one another. Lyle.

Can you just call a tow truck?

All right, everybody
in my car right here.

Don't make me come down
to that parking lot

and physically
separate you myself.

Grab the front
seat now. Get it.

Put him in the
back. Hot and Fresh?

Oh, finally, we can
talk to each other.

Who is this woman?

Okay, that is Peter's VP
of development... Audrey.

She's the boss of the dead
woman found in the clay... June.

So she pretended to
be the security guard

and she tampered with
the soil samples.

Yes, but why? And why kill June?

Maybe this Audrey has some
financial stake in the property.

Yeah, so she knew that the soil
wouldn't test well and she...

Swapped the soil samples out

to keep the whole waterfront
open for development.

Yes, and June was
obviously onto her.

Oh, my God. All that red clay
found inside June's car. Oh.

(overlapping chatter) Which, that means
that Audrey killed June three weeks ago,

buried her in the red clay,
and then took that car...

She thinks she's getting
away with murder.

All the way back to the street
and abandoned it. Yes! Oh, yes!

BOTH: Oh, my God, it's
so good to talk to you.

Wait, wait, wait, and that
cake at Allison's birthday.

Oh, awful. I know.
Yeah, so bad.

I mean, who even likes...
Strawberry sprinkle frosting.

Well, I mean, I do, but...

BOTH: And Lyle's
driving me crazy!

Yep, firewall is toast.

But what if we are wrong
with all the Audrey theories?

Then we'll lose both
cases and clients.

Be disbarred, won't
be able to practice.

Yeah, join the club. (groans)

But I don't think we're
wrong about Audrey.

Ooh, w-w-wait.

She just stopped at
Lynch's drugstore up ahead.

Uh, she-she-she's going
inside. We'll follow her in.

No, call the police. Oh, we
don't have time for that.

Are you kidding me? What if
she's a dangerous killer?

What are you, a little baby?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just-just pull over and we will
go inside and go after her.

Okay? You can stay safe
and call the police.

And what are you going to
do in there, tackle her?

(whispering): That way?

(whispering indistinctly)

Security.

Hmm.

Hi.

What's going on? Oh.

What?

She's going to
dye her hair. Ah.

(whispering): What do we do?

Uh, let me think.
Well, think faster.

I-I'm trying to... Grab her.

I'm not gonna
grab... Grab her.

D-D-Don't, don't.

What are you doing?

Hi.

Todd, she's running!

She's running!
What? Oh, oh, uh...

TODD: Security! Oh, get her.

Hold her, hold her, hold her!

Call the cops!

Oh, my God, I just called them.

Ow! (alarm wailing)

All right. We got her.

(grunting)

MARGARET: Thanks to
the incredible work

on both sides of the firewall,

Audrey will now be charged
with first-degree murder.

Can't believe it. Audrey.

Was she set to benefit from
the riverfront development?

Oh, massively. She's the
one who found the land

and originally brokered
the deal two years ago.

I mean, it was
prime real estate.

This was her big moment.

And she wasn't gonna
let some bad soil

get in the way of her plans.

GUS: It was pretty
devious of her

to switch those samples.

Well, I suppose she
figured it wouldn't matter.

It's a minor detail,
no one would know.

She's also charged
with manslaughter,

and she will be held liable

for every other
part of the crime,

while Eugene and the
city are off the hook.

Todd. Mm?

Excellent, excellent work.

We are all so, so very grateful.

Oh, my God, are you kidding me?

It was so exciting. I
can't wait to do it again.

I mean, if there
are no conflicts.

And I do have a day job here.

But, yes, no, yeah, I
love you. I loved it.

Thank you.

I don't think your
guy here is very happy

about how things turned out.

TODD: Oh, yeah,
he's just upset

that his police state has ended.

But excellent work, everybody.

It's great to be touching

and talking to everybody again.

Everybody grab hands.
Congratulations.

All five of us, we all did it.

Wonderful work, everybody.

Just the five of us.

Well, thanks again, Margo.

I couldn't have done
this without you.

No, you could not have.

Listen...

I'm asking you out
for real this time.

Let's have dinner in
a restaurant, a date.

Friday night.

I'm busy. Family dinner.

Saturday. Nope.

Sunday? No.

Next Friday? Mm, no can do.

Sorry, not available.

The following Friday? No.

Um, uh...

Saturday, March 4th.

I'll text you.

♪ What I got, Lord, I got ♪

♪ And ain't gonna lose ♪

♪ Ah, ha, yeah ♪

♪ Good God, don't you know
that I got it ♪ ♪ Hey... ♪

Coming in hot. (chuckles)

Todd, that's very sweet,

but Peter doesn't
actually drink coffee.

Oh, yeah, no, I know.

This is a chai tea foamy thing.

It's his favorite.

I learned how to make it.

Or at least, um, I think it is.

It's green.

I don't know. Is chai green?

(inhales) I don't think so.

Wait, wait, are you,
are you two leaving?

Yeah, we're heading
out right now.

Oh, wait, uh, Susan.

I want you to know, um,

I am so... weirdly
thrilled for you.

I mean, Peter is,
he's an amazing guy.

I mean, he's who I want
to be when I grow up.

And you deserve him.

I mean, you deserve
everything else,

but, um...

you are gonna be so...

so happy together.

And... he's...

very... very lucky.

(quietly): Todd.

You're...

You'll find somebody.

(grunts)

You're, um...

Uh... (laughs softly)

I, um...

I-I got to go.

Okay.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ Can you feel it? ♪

♪ An endless chance to grow ♪

♪ Oh, can you feel it? ♪

And there's nobody for me,

and I will be alone forever.

♪ Spreading like a wildfire ♪

♪ Singing with my soul's choir ♪

♪ Letting me just
burn brighter ♪

♪ Spreading like a wildfire. ♪

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