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Previously on
So Help me Todd...

SUSAN:
Todd, what have you been up to?

You lost your PI license

and you almost went to jail.

TODD:
I've hit bottom.

I think Harry has left me.

HARRY:
I'm gonna go to Iceland,

be naked under the stars.

SUSAN:
It's official.

You're both divorced.
HAIRDRESSER: You should go

on a retreat or something,
figure out who you really are.

Dinner?
I thought you'd never ask.

FRANCEY:
You got your license. Yeah.
I'm back.

Vegas? What about tonight?
Like, elope?

FRANCEY:
She went to Vegas.
Don't go to the airport.

BEVERLY:
See you first thing
Monday morning

at Crest, Folding & Wright.

Harry?
Iceland was horrible.

MAN: * A.M. Portland. *

JAMES:
Good morning, Portland.

I'm James Boulé.

And I'm Jennifer Gianola.
Good morning.

JAMES:
Traffic report is coming up.

JENNIFER:
And we'll get to the weather

right after local cat psychic
Fifi Majors!

(sound of waves rolling)

JENNIFER: Oh.

And in today's cooking segment,

I'll be meeting
chef John Stores.

Good morning.

It certainly is.

JENNIFER:
And why am I always doing the
cooking around here, James?

Mm.

Toodle-oo.
That's excellent.

Before we continue,
I'd like to say...

(Margaret and Gus
cooing, chuckling)

(Jennifer shrieks)
MAN: Oh, my God! James!

("Nothing from Nothing"
by Billy Preston playing)

(sighs)

Rise and shine, princess.
(gasps) Oh.

Wow. I am never getting used
to that hair.

Feel like I'm dealing
with alternate Allison.
I am

alternate Allison. (sighs)
Wha?!

What?
You left Taco Trap

wrappers on my floor?

What? Relax.

At least you can even
distinguish between trash

and the floor
of your new apartment.

Castle. My new castle.

And if you don't like it here,
you can easily go back to Mom's,

or not so easily, undo your
divorce and go back to Chuck.

Thank you. That's so supportive.

Once I get

this credit card thing
straightened out,

I'll be out of here.

I've had a rough few days.

Wait. So, this hair guy said
it was a retreat,

but they just dropped you off
in the mountains

with an apple and a knife?

I don't want to talk about it,

and let me just quote you
and say, "I'm only gonna be here

a few nights."

Hey, your garage was empty,

and yet I am giving you
prime couch real estate.

(sniffs)
This couch smells like death.

Do not die on that couch.

That couch was $17.

All right, I am going
to get changed,

going on a run,
listening to my podcast.

6,000 Ways to Outsmart the FBI?

It's amazing.

And then
I'm zipping off to work.

So, good morning,

don't use that sink
or open that window.

Good afternoon to you
and goodbye.

What has gotten into you?

Why are you so chipper
and gung ho?

Because I have a plan.

Psst, Margaret.

Oh, Francey!

Lifesaver.
Oh.

Good God almighty.

I know. Hello.
What...

So, long weekend, huh?

Must be nice
to be name partner.
Ah.

Wait, were you at Gus'
place this whole time?

Yes. Yes!

It was amazing.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I just need
to duck in here for a second.
Okay.

Good morning, Millicent.

Wow. You look like hell.

Oh. I know. (laughs)

FRANCEY:
Um, okay, but don't you think

we need to talk about, you know?

Oh. Yes, yes, yes.

Okay, so, did you see him

when you went into my condo
to get these clothes?

Yes.
Harry.

He's still there?
He's still there.

But wait. Did you really
not even speak to him?

You just walked away
and slammed the door?

Why should I give that man
one second of my time?

He disappeared to Iceland
for an entire year.

I'm right here.

So, Francey,
Uh-huh.

when you saw him--

Harry-- what was he doing?

Vacuuming.
Vacuuming?!

Yes.
In my apartment?

And baking scones?
"Scons"?

Scones.

Oh. Wh-What is he doing?

Ah-ah. Take the next one.

You can't avoid him forever.

If he can walk out on me,

I can walk out on him.

Why is he still there?

Why won't he just go away?

Did you tell Gus?

No!
Oh, yeah, it's...

I told no one.

And you won't, either.

I have just gotten
my life back together.

And I am not going to just...
Francey, everything

that you brought
is just so fancy.
Yes.

Because you have
your name partner

welcome breakfast at 10:00.

What?! Oh, my...
I completely forgot.

Okay, give me your scarf.

Okay, so,

you didn't talk to Harry?
No.

I nodded hello and goodbye.
Uh-huh.

He was busy...
cleaning out the cat box.

Oh. I don't have a cat.

Well, you do now.

(elevator bell dings)

Hello.

(laughs softly)
Hello.

(laughing)
He got a cat?

What was he thinking?

(gasps)
Oh.

Is my name on the wall yet?

Oh. Oh, okay, well, so,
there was a printing error

with the sign-maker,
and-- a typo--

and somehow, they took the
first two letters of your name

and the last three letters
of Song's name, and...

"Crest, Folding

& Wrong"?

It's a mistake.
We're having it fixed.

Todd was so upset
when he saw it...

Oh. Todd. I haven't
seen him since...

Uh, where is he,
Francey? Todd?

Oh. Todd.

Mom!

(phone ringing)

Todd Wright, PI

I'll be right with you, ma'am.
Yes, $200 a day, plus expenses.

Thank you, too. Goodbye.

Ah. Margaret Wright. Hello.

Todd, what is going on here?

Is that a statue of a falcon?

Yes, from Maltese.

Can I offer you my card?
My temporary card.

Well...

What is...

Aah!
Todd,

you are not running
your own detective agency

out of this law office.

I certainly am.

(buzzer sounds)
(gasps, sighs)

Todd, I don't have time
for this nonsense.

I'd be happy to walk you
through the particulars

and the extracurriculars.
Did you really think

that you could get away
with all of this?

I'm not getting away with this.
I am doing it.

I have a very important
breakfast meeting right now.

And this is foolishly ridiculous
and presumptuous and insulting.

And where exactly have you been
for the past five days?

Because your beer-soaked phone
is here,

but you were not.

You need to shut this down.

All of it, right now.

Beverly, Merritt, uh,

thank you. (laughs)

I-I am so honored,

and I am so excited
to get to work.

To Crest, Folding & Wright.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

All right, time to get real.

Mmm.

The firm is going under.

Your predecessor,
Alistair Song,

embezzled from client's funds.

We finally settled with
the last of the victims.

Our coffers are empty
and we're bleeding clients.

The new managing partner
has a holy mess to clean up.

Right, Merritt?
Managing partner? Me?

We need to reduce
the workforce by 20%,

and here's a list
of 16 employees

that you'll need to let go
by end of business today.

Oh, I-I had no idea
that we-we were in such trouble.

I mean,
why-why didn't anybody tell me?

Well, we three
need to keep it quiet.

We don't want the rats to find
out and start jumping ship.

Welcome to the world
behind the curtain.

This is insane.

16 people?

There's, uh, Michael and Pat
and Imogene and...

Oh. What-what clients
have we lost?

Weiden and Kennedy,
OMEC, Powell's Books,

Cronin & Caplan, KOLP.

KOLP?

The local TV station?

But that-that is a client
that I brought in.

Shame. Right when they need us
the most,

now that the accident
has been ruled a murder.

A murder?

That morning show nonsense.

From this weekend.

Margaret,

Jennifer Gianola
was arrested today

for killing her cohost,

Oh.
James Boulé. Ooh.

I have an appointment
at the bank.

Uh, we can only hold onto these
offices for the next six months,

and the first employees
to be let go are waiting

outside of your
office right now.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

(click, dial tone)

* *

I can't believe you got
married on a zip line.

I mean, yeah,
over downtown Las Vegas.

It was hilarious
and stupid and... and fun.

But not so hilarious
for our families, though.

My mother is threatening
to kill us,

and Peter's mother-- mm-hmm--
is threatening to kill herself.

Oh, boy. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.
But I'm a married woman.

I am Peter's wife, and together,

we'll just-- you know--
figure...

You did have a gravy boat
on your wedding registry,

right?

You deserve
all the happiness in the world.

An armada of gravy boats.

Please extend my love to Peter

and...

Congratulations.

REPORTER:
After making bail,

Ms. Gianola spoke with media
outside the courthouse.

I am innocent.
I had nothing to do

with the light
that fell on James.

But has anyone talked
to Roy Dobbs?

He's our office intern

and I happen to know
that he was sleeping with James.

NEWSMAN:
Miss Gianola accused
office intern Roy Dobbs

of an alleged affair
with her cohost James Boulé,

who was killed by a falling
light on live television.

IMOGENE:
Hi. Margaret. Congratulations
on your promotion. Um,

Beverly's assistant
said you wanted to see me.

Yes. Yes.

Um, I need to tell you...

I have to let... you...

...know...

what an amazing job
you have been doing.

(laughs) Yes.
Oh.

So... back to work. (laughs)

Yes, that's all.

And-and you can take
the others with you. Yes.

That is all we have
to say today. (laughs)

JENNIFER:
Maybe Roy Dobbs

is the murderer.
Did you ever think of that?

Why doesn't somebody
talk to him, huh?

'Cause it's not me.
It is not me.

(indistinct shouting, clamoring)
Animals!

Jennifer! Jennifer!

Up here.
Margaret!

Come on, back off, everyone.
Back off.

Oh, my God. Shut the door,
shut the door. Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

Wha-What are you doing here?

Well, uh, I saw
you on the news.
(sighs)

It is just a nightmare,
and you know me--

I would never kill anybody.
Uh, no.

God, of course not.
I just came by to make sure

that you're covered
and protected and...

Do you have a good lawyer?

Margaret, you're not seriously
trying to win back our business?

Now? Today? W...

Well, Jennifer, you know

that the station
is going to push you

to use their new lawyers,
but if things

go south, those lawyers
and the station--

they are gonna sell you out
in a second, you know I'm right.

And I am certain

they will not give you
the direct attention

of a name partner like I will.

All right, I'll take you on.

If you do something
for me first.

(elevator bell dings)

Find James' real killer:
his boyfriend.

Find Roy Dobbs.

I can do that.

Todd! I have a job for you.

I need you to
find someone.

It's...
Hello. Sorry.

Could you
take a number, please?

(inhales deeply)

Might be a minute.
Todd.

Stop it right now.

You are not going
to run your own

PI agency
out of this law firm.

Actually, I've spoken to several
lawyers in the vicinity

I happen to be friendly with,
and "when the party

of the first part"--
that's me--

"has been in residence
for more than 12 months,

"then the party of
the second part-- that's you--

Will throttle you before you can
finish that sentence.

"must grant squatter's rights
to the aggrieved party

by order of the state
of Oregon."

Stop it.
You cannot do this.

Well, legally I can and I am.

But, look,
nothing's gonna change.

I will still be investigating
cases for you.

Once you've signed this simple,

easy-breezy retainer
I've drawn up.

Oh, easy-breezy.

Eh, and I thought
you might do that,

It's okay. I made you a copy.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You are wasting
an obscene amount of paper.

Todd, you are my employee.

You are in this office

and on this planet
because of me.

Now, you are going to find
someone for me right now.

And who exactly is it
that you would like me to find?

His name is...
Um, excuse me.

I'm looking for the office
of Todd Wright, PI.

Is this...
Yep, that would be me.

That is not you.
Well, certainly not you.

And how can I help you, sir?

I need a detective.

Perfect. You've come
to the right place.

This is the wrong place.
Oh, yes, I heard about that.

And what is your name, son?

I'm Roy Dobbs.

* *

MARGARET:
Todd, I need to
speak to that man

right now.
Hmm, I'm not sure my client

is speaking to anyone
at present.

Your client?
Hey, he came to see me.

And the sooner
we settle my contract terms,

the sooner I can grant access.

What is it you want?
Well, first,

I'd like a raise, I'd say
in the 90 to 95% range.

Double your current salary.
I accept.

Next, I want to be free
to work for all the lawyers

at the firm, not just you.

And from now on, I will be
taking on outside clients.

No.
Ah-ah, I haven't even brought up

access to the building's
helipad yet.

There isn't a helipad
on the roof of this building.

Yet. That's my next demand.

Look, now that I have
my license back,

I can leave with my client

and you will
have to rely exclusively

on your in-house
lead investigator,

Mr. Lyle Xavier Burton.

Fine, I will use Lyle.
I'm going right now.

You go right ahead.

LYLE:
* Because love *

* Because love *

* Is the answer *

* Yes, it is *

* Because love... *

What have you done to Lyle?

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say he's in love with Alex.

Been about a month now,

and I think he actually
knit that sweater.

But I'm sure he can
pull himself together like that

and find the missing
person I already found.

Did I mention my need
for a 401k?

Todd, I don't
have time for this.

You and me, sister.
Mother sister.

Okay, I will agree
to a modicum of your demands.

Helipad.

(groans) Okay.

You may work for any attorney

in this firm, and you can--
Mm-hmm.

this is blackmail--

you can see the occasional
outside client

once every six months.

Twice a week.
Thrice a week. Frice.

Once a month, best and final.

More like last and worst.

Shake my hand.

You're my mother.
Todd, shake it.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

Would you like
to meet Roy Dobbs?
MARGARET: Mr. Dobbs,

everyone is looking
for you. The police...

If I go down to that police
station, I'm never coming out.

Jennifer Gianola
is rich and famous

and she's all over the news
saying I killed James.

But you were dating him.

Yeah.

But Jennifer said
she saw you two

arguing last week.

We had a big fight.

And then he dumped me.

Then, the morning he died,
we made up

during a commercial break.

And you want a detective?

Well, I can't afford a lawyer.

But when I saw your flyer in
the bathroom at the bus station,

I thought maybe a PI
could find the real killer.

The bathroom of
the bus station?

Yeah.
It had fallen off the wall

and was kind of
stuck to the urinal.

Oh.
Made me think you might be

as desperate as I am
and probably cheap, too.

(sighs)
Roy, if we can

get Jennifer
to cooperate,

work together...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Work with her?
We are not working
with your client.

Your client?

You're Jennifer's detective?

Oh, no.
No. I'm...

her attorney.

Wha... I thought
this was a detective agency.

Technically, it's a law firm

wrapped around, or cocooning,
if you will,

my boutique PI agency.

But, yes, technically,
my mother is...

Your mother?

Your mother
is Jennifer's attorney?

Forget this, man.
I'm out of here.
Wait, Roy? Roy, listen.

Listen. Hey, Roy.

Look, don't worry about her

and don't worry
about Jennifer.

I can solve this
and clear your name.

No charge for the first murder?

Okay? Now,

is there anything else you can
tell me about James' death?

Anything at all.

Whoever killed James had to
have worked at the studio.

Once the
broadcast starts,

no one is allowed
in or out of that stage.

Huh.

Whoever loosened that bolt
and cut that cable

had to have been there
that morning.

Okay, and who else at the studio

would have wanted James dead?

Everyone.

TODD:
Okay, par-park here, park here.

Todd, it's a new day.
I'm a name partner now.

Wait, "name" or "named?"
You have

your license again, and...
Mm-hmm.

And we're an unstoppable team.

Let's go.
And, Todd,

if we go with Roy's assumption

that the killer
worked in the station...

All we have to do is narrow down

the list of suspects
until we find the culprit.

Do you have any gum in here?

Whoa.
Oh, not in there. I...

What are you,
living out of your car?

Uh, n-no... Would you put...
Is this a Waterfront

Put that back. Put that back.
parking pass?

Where have you been?
(stammers)

Ah! Gum.
Oh, okay.

Good.
Okay? Have a piece.

TODD:
I'll use this gum
to put a tNAB tracking device

on every car
in the employee parking lot.

That way, we will have a clear,

accurate record
of where every employee goes.

All right, 31 employees,
one of them is the killer.

This isn't Clue, Todd.

Ah.
Oh, my God, your
breath is fresh.

Hmm.
Okay. I'm gonna go talk
to the station manager.

Okay?
Yep.

Go.

(exhales)

Okay...

Ah. Security cam, lounge area.

Interns. Bingo.

Good morning.

I'm Tom,

the new intern.

I'm Roy's replacement.
So awful,

what happened to James,
I mean, just awful.

And I heard you did it.
(inhales sharply)

Oh, my God, why would
he say that, Tai?

TAI:
Am I under suspicion? Because

I wouldn't have killed James.

I didn't even sleep with him.

You were the only one.
It was totally Jennifer.

I mean, she hated him.
TAI: Oh, please.

They despised each other.

Do you think that
new intern was cute?

No, ew.
Are you kidding me?

Seriously? No.

Jennifer,
what are you doing here?

I thought you were on leave.

Well, you were right about
the station. (clicks tongue)

Yeah, 25 years of loyal service

and they sacked me.

Please tell me

how we're gonna beat this.

Well, the evidence against you
is mostly circumstantial,

but not without its strengths.

Near the cut safety cable,
your fingerprints were found

on a pair of gardening clippers.

For my tree.

Somebody stole those.
Ah.

And multiple accounts
of public fights.

We bickered.
You sent him a text

that said, "I hope
your hair plugs explode."

Okay, fine.
I despised the man.

He was a
demanding diva

and-- excuse my language--
a whore.

He slept with
everyone here.

Mm-hmm.
Everyone.

He kept promising to retire,
I would be the sole host.

He never did.

And that is the motive
that the prosecutors

are going to pin on you.

(sighs) That's why they should
be focusing on Roy.

Have you
found him yet?

I'm close.

(indistinct chatter)

Jennifer headed
to the cooking set.

Mm-hmm.
I pressed the button
to turn the light

like I always do, and then wham,

the light fell.

I-I... It was awful.

A-And that cable just hit you
in the face like that?

Yeah, it's lucky
I didn't lose the eye.

But I feel terrible.

I'm the one
who really killed him

by pushing that button
right there.

No, no, no, no, no.

Someone who knew that
light was gonna turn

loosened the bolt,
cut that cable

and, you know...
Ugh.

W-Who would do something
like this?

Well, who has access
to the catwalks

and lighting grid?

People eat their lunch up there.

Could be anybody.

Is there anything else
that you can remember?

I mean, anything?

Well, this is gonna
sound crazy, but...

during the commercial
break, about ten minutes

before the light fell,

I could've swore
I heard The Phantom.

The phantom?

Yes, of the Opera.
You know, the music.

(hums the tune of
"The Phantom of the Opera")

I-I mean, at least,
that's what I think I heard.

It was faint, like somewhere
up there in the rafters.

I think I'm just
grasping at straws.

(both chuckle)

Well, well, well.

Who's that?
That's Bart.

Bart used to do sports,
but it looks like

he's their new anchor.

Wow. They haven't even
cleaned out James' desk

and Bart has elbowed
his way behind it.

Unbelievable.

TODD:
So, wardrobe hates sound,

sound hates catering and
catering hates everybody?

'Scuse me. New intern?
Yes? Uh-huh.

That's you?
Uh-huh. Just...

I have some notes.
Can we? Follow.
Yeah.

Chalice. Timmy Chalice.
Meteorologist.

What are you wearing?
Uh, it's, um...

We'll-we'll fix it.
'Kay.

I take my lattes
at 7:00, 1:30 and 4:00.

Light froth with
a slight dusting of cinnamon.

I have a rotation of
fragrant lunch salads I enjoy.

Dressing always on the side.
On the side.

Yes, of course. I
want you to be happy.

I mean, the weatherman is the
soul of any morning program.

That's right.
I mean, I'm surprised
that they didn't tap you

for the anchor job.
(scoffs)

Don't even get me started.

I thought for sure when that
arrogant ass James was gone,

they'd tap me.

This was supposed
to be my moment.

So unfair. S...
I know.

Ooh.

Who's that in the
smart burgundy pumps?

I believe that's
Ms. Gianola's new attorney.

A real shark.

And I hear she's working
with an ace detective

determined to find
the real killer.

Hmm. Well...

good luck with that.

Hmm.
Hmm.

Oh.
(clicks tongue)
(whispers): Todd.

Is this a dusting of cinnamon
or an infestation?

It's a blob. Todd,

listen, I made a list
of potential suspects.

And you will be pleased to know

that I no longer
consider Roy my top.

That's funny, because
Jennifer is no longer my top.

Now my money's on Chalice.
Bart.

Bart? What?
Chalice? Why?

Chalice has means and access.
No, Bart had motive

and opportunity.
(phone vibrates)

(sighs)

What? Chalice needs me
to pick up his dry cleaning?

This guy is
a tidal wave of to-dos.

Anyway, listen, I'm gonna
be late for dinner tonight,

so just start without me.
Dinner? What dinner?
We're not having dinner.

Lawrence's 40th birthday?

Tonight? At your place?

We set this up months ago.

Everybody's probably
already there.

Just give me an hour.

Please.

Already?

At... my place.

HARRY:
* Happy birthday *

* Dear Lawrence *

* Happy birthday *

* To... *

(clears throat)

* You. *

(gasps) Oh.

(whistling a tune)

What the hell is happening?
I don't know.

How long has
he been here?

So you're back together?

No, no.
I came home and he was here.

When? Tonight? We...
No, no.

Four or five days ago.

And, Allison, what have
you done with your hair?

CHET:
Um, you know what, guys,

I think it's-it's time for bed.

You have been living here
with him for a week?

No. I'm not living here.

I am living at...
HARRY: Here we go.

One for you and
Thank you.

one for you.

And I saved the 40

for you, big fella.
Oh...

HARRY:
Huh? (chuckles) Gosh.
Thanks.

40. Wow.
Yeah.

And Clem's getting so big.
Mm.

Oh. We need ice cream.

Allison, honey,

do you really think
you're a blonde?

That's your major concern
right now,

when Mr. Iceland is waltzing
around your kitchen playing

happy homemaker?
You look like
Bate Clanchett.

Yes, that's it exactly.

What are you talking about?

(knocking)
Oh. I'll get that.

Why did he come back?
(Harry sighs)

Hey.
Hi.

Gus.
Is Margaret home?

Oh. She sure is.

Right in here.
Oh.

Wow.
Uh... Oh.

Gosh, I'm sorry. Yeah, tonight's
the birthday party. Yes,

y-you told me
about that. Right?

Well, I-I was just in the
neighborhood, and I thought I'd,

you know, drop by
and bring some flowers.

Um, Lawrence? Right?

Here, happy birthday.
Oh. Thank you.

Uh, Gus Easton.
Yeah.

Nice to meet you.
And Allison, right?

Oh, Chet. Chet, hey.
I-I read your piece

on the, uh, airport
development scandal.

Thank you.
Really, uh...

fine w-work. Am I
interrupting anything?

No, no. Not at all.

Take a seat.
Have some cake.

I would not say no to that.
(chuckles)

Uh, uh, G-G-Gus, Gus, um,

this...
Hey, wonderful
to meet you, Gus.

Oh. Yeah.
Okay.
Coffee?

Uh, all right, all right.

Great. Yeah. Wow.

Good to meet
you, too.

(exhales)
Where's Todd?

He's not here.

Of course.
TODD: Sorry.

Sorry. I'm here.

Happy birthday.
Sorry I'm late.

Hey.

What are you wearing?
Did you oil your arms?

No, no, it's-it's
for my boss.

Isn't Mom your boss?
Well, I'm posing

as an intern at a TV station

and my "boss" is
very image-conscious,

to say the least,
and wanted to upgrade my look,

so I...
HARRY: Voilà.

Oh, thank you.

Todd.

HARRY: Whoa! Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
(all exclaiming)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. Wait.
You son of a... What the
hell are you doing here?

No, no, no, no, no!
You son of a...

Todd!

What is he doing here?!

Okay, stop. Calm down.
TODD: I'm not gonna do anything.

Was he not invited to the party
or something?

Todd. Todd. Gus.

Um, okay.

Gus, this... is...

Mm, th-this was

my...

...my husband.

Harry.
He has returned home for now.

And I think
that we could all just use

an opportunity here
to just sit down

and process and
Process?

understand, uh,
exactly what is happening.

And Harry and I obviously
need some time to understand

our-our situation and...

You got a cat?

Little fella was wandering
around outside in the rain.

Looked like he needed
a good home.

Harry, this is my home.

But I own half of it.

Don't I?

You two are divorced?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Wait, wait, wait, we
are? Since when?

MARGARET:
Harry, I took out an ad

in three newspapers in Iceland

for two weeks running
so that you would know

that we are...
Just let me kill him.

Okay, calm down.
There will be

no killing.
There will be no fighting.

This is not frontier times.

Okay?
We can solve this

with conversation and...
TODD: Oh, this is not

the time for your
personal exploration,

touchy-feely mumbo jumbo.

Okay.
What are you talking about?

Oh, Allison has been off
in the woods finding herself.

With the bears.

Oh. That's when you dyed
your hair?

With the bears?

There were no bears.
I was not

out in the woods. I...
(inhales)

I went on a personal
exploration weekend, and...

it was apparently a scam,

because no one showed up
What?

and my identity got stolen

and...

I ended up spending
24 hours in my car

in the Costco parking lot
in Medford.

Oh.

Well, I would like to say

that you look very gay
in that outfit.

You can't say that. And
this jerk destroyed Mom's life.

No, my life was not destroyed.

I think I can say that.

You do look very gay.

It's kind of
a metrosexual look.

Like something
Chuck would wear.

Where is he, by the way?

You don't really all expect me
to explain everything

that has happened this year.

Did he die?

Oh.

God.

Poor Chuck.

I've just...

missed so much!

(crying)

Oh, God.

This might
not be the...

best moment to
inform you all

that Chet and I are
having another...

Baby.

Oh! A baby!
(gasping)

Oh, Lawrence.

Chet...
Okay, I-I think...

I think you all need
to just be alone.

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

Gus, don't go. Please, don't go.

It's okay. It's okay.
I'm-I'm just...

I don't want to be with him.

I-I will call you later, okay?

Um...
Yes.

Nice to, uh...
nice to meet ev-everybody.

(door closes)

(phone vibrates)
Oh, God. S...

Uh... (exhales)
It's the hospital.

I got to go.

"Priority patient
inbound.

Gia..." Isn't, um,

Jennifer Gianola
the morning show host?

Yes. Why?
Yeah. Wh-Why? What happened?

She's been electrocuted.

What?!
What?!

Give me two large-bore IVs and
put pacer pads on, just in case.

What's the holdup? Move.
I cannot believe

that Harry was...

And you were...
Stop, Todd.

I'm worried about her.

Oh, she can always
dye it back to brown.

About Jennifer.

Right.

I'm so sorry for the delay.

Where have you been?

(chuckles)

I was out to dinner.
We had a marvelous meal

and there was music

and the view was incredible...
Lyle.

Hmm?

Right. Sorry.

Precinct contact
got me a copy of the video.

That is the police report.

And the video
from Jennifer's lobby.

Someone stripped the wires
in her bathtub Jacuzzi.

She was electrocuted the moment
she stepped in. A trap.

Roy!
No, no, no, no!

Not Roy. I mean, yeah,
yeah, that's him,

but why would he hire
a detective if he was guilty?

Jennifer will be fine.

Eventually.
I need to
speak with her right now.

Are you kidding?
She's barely conscious.

Oh. Very interesting.
(sighs)

Now you want to speak
to my client.

I have some demands

before that happens.
First, I never want to hear

the word "helipad" ever again.

Wh...
Second,

no outside clients. Third,

you work exclusively for me.

Th...
Uh, no complaints.

No negotiations.

This is outrageous.
How dare you.

I do not accept these terms.

Well, then I guess you just
won't be speaking to my client.

She won't be speaking to anyone
for the next 24 hours.

Todd, face reality.

Roy killed James

and he tried to kill Jennifer.

I am not facing that
or any reality.

I have a tracking
device on every other

employee at that station
and the real killer

is somewhere here.

Ah. Mm.

(exclaims)

I'll figure it out.
Roy is innocent.

You'll see. Hmm?

Ridiculous.
I know. Maybe if we...

The judge won't drop
Jennifer's charges

when, obviously, the real
killer's still out there.

Jennifer's lucky
to be alive.

We need to get the D.A. copy
of Jennifer's hospital records.

I'm on it.
Thank you.

You look nice today.

Oh. Thank you. Peter
and I are having

a big family dinner to, um...

Actually, I haven't had
a chance to tell you

that, Peter
and I, we...

Susan, I'm so sorry.

There's somebody
that I need to speak to.

Can you just take all those back
to the office, please, for me?

Hello.

Gus.
(chuckles softly)

I-I'm... so sorry.

(chuckles)

I didn't kn-know...
(stammers)

I-I know how complicated
marriage can be.

No, no, I'm-I'm not
married. (chuckles)

And I don't want to be.

I just need to
get rid of him,

and then we can...
Well, l-let's-let's take

a-a few days off then,
or some...

Y... Listen, listen, listen,

I...
(inhales)

I've done messy.

With my ex.

I-I mean, really messy.

And I-I can't
go through that again.

Oh.

I thought you were
running to me.

I didn't quite realize

it was away from him.

Could have just told me
up top, you know?

I-I...

I'll see you around, all right?

Why did you go to her apartment?
She texted me and

asked me to come over.

She said she knew who did it
and wanted my help. I...

Look, you got to be honest
with me now.

I'm trying to help you.

I am being honest.
Roy,

we have James' phone records.

You told us
you talked together

on the phone
every night for hours,

but there is not a single call

to or from your number
anywhere on here.

From his main phone? He never
called me from that number.

He always called
from a disposable phone

to hide a relationship
from HR or whatever.

Wait. A burner phone?

Yeah. But I kind of thought

maybe he was cheating on me or--

I don't know--
texting other guys.

Anyway, he had
a disposable phone.

What's the number?

(line ringing)

(phone ringing in distance)

(ringing continuing)

(sighs)

(grunts)
That's not it.

Have you tried his Social?

It didn't work,
and-and you think

that the phone inside this safe

can somehow lead us
to the killer?

Yes! A secret phone,
a secret safe.

There's got to be something
secret in there.

Like a message from...
Oh, Todd.

From a spurned lover.

Maybe if James was involved

with multiple people,

maybe one of them
got jealous enough to....

Clock his noggin real hard.
Yes.

What did you learn

from the tracking devices
with the gum?

Three cars from this lot drove
right past Jennifer's building

the night she got electrocuted.
Uh-huh.

Bart, Chelice
and an unknown driver.

That last one is you.

Hmm? Oh, sorry.

Yeah, the lighting
in my new bathroom is perfect.

Todd?
Huh?

Jennifer said that James' desk
hadn't been cleared out yet.

You need to go
to the sound stage

right now
and look inside the anchor desk.

But they're about
to go live on air.

Well, then you better hurry.
Okay.

Get out there
and look for a clue

that will tell us the
combination to the safe.
On it. Okay.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, I got that. Yeah.

(sighs)

Seventeen, 99,

two. Yes.
(bell ringing)

STAGE MANAGER:
All right, let's lock it up.
20 seconds.

No, no, no, no. No!

No! No! No!

(grunts, sighs)

Oh. Okay.
(bell rings)

Oh, it's dead?

I heard Jennifer's
lawyer's here

sniffing around.

Security's totally
looking for her.

STAGE MANAGER:
In five, four, three.

Good morning.
I'm Bart Matthews.

Oh, uh, hey, Chelice?

Uh, there's a call for you
here in the soundproof booth.

They said it's Gayle King
from CBS Mornings

calling about some job?

Oh, my God. Here.
Take this, take this.

Sure. Yeah.
Hi. Gayle?

BART:
And we'd like to take a moment

to acknowledge
the unfortunate tragedy

and scandals surrounding
our previous hosts.

But right now, let's get
a preview of this week's weather

with our own Timmy Chelice.

Hi, Bart.

Timmy's actually under
the weather right now,

so I'll be filling in.

Hi. I'm Emmanuel Lewis.

Now, today's forecast
may seem baffling,

but we should all be safe with,

uh, the classic combination
of a hat and a coat.

Combination.

Now, let's start over here
in Tillamook

where it's gonna be
a chilly 17 degrees. Brr.

Seventeen.

Who the hell is this guy?

PRODUCER:
Do not cut. We are live.

TODD:
And then, over here in Burns,

it's gonna be
an unseasonably warm

99 degrees, um, Kelvin.

Ninety-nine.

And, down in

...in Klamath Falls, just two.

Two degrees.

Only two.
Okay, it's number two.

Seventeen, 99, two.
(gasps)

Got a kind of a ring to it, huh?

Could say it over and over
and over again

until the people at home
hear it loud and clear.

What's that? The weather.

So, I hope this worked,
for everybody.

Uh, that's the weather, and, uh,

not so much you can do about it.
(line ringing)

But I, uh...

But...
("Phantom of the Opera"
playing)

Uh...

(music stops)

* *

You. It was you.

You cut the cable.
You were up there.

And you heard James tell Roy
he loved him.

No, no, no. I...
Yes. And...

you tried to kill Jennifer
to pin the whole thing on Roy.

James... was my intern.

Years ago.

I brought him in,
showed him the ropes,

and he promised me

that someday, our love
would be out in the open,

not hidden in the shadows.

Then he got famous.

And he worked his way
through every twink

and idiot himbo here.

But-but me, I...

I loved him.

And love...

...love never dies.

* *

Aah!

("The Phantom of the Opera"
playing)

Oh!

(grunts)

(both grunt)

Now, that is one
wacky morning show.

* *

(muttering softly)

So...

Roy and Jennifer
are both free and clear.

Told you it wasn't him.

Todd, uh, sit down, please.

Okay.
Todd, I have, uh,

decided that...

you can work for any lawyer
in this firm.

What?
And you can see

the occasional outside client
Wow.

as long as it doesn't
interfere with your work.

Oh, it won't interfere.
I'm just branching out.

I'm spreading my wings.

But I am going to slash
your salary in half.

What? Half? What? Mom. How?

It will motivate you

I'm motivated.
to work harder

for yourself.

(scoffs)
That is my only offer.

I'll excuse myself.

So, Margaret, I understand
there was some excitement today

at the television
station.

And KOLP has asked to renew
their retainer with us.

Oh, that's wonderful.

But that doesn't
change anything.

We still...
I-It changes one thing.

That retainer covered
one person's salary.

Cuts will still have
to be made, Margaret.

I think the managing partner

will have something
to say about that.

You can expect a full report

on your desk Monday morning.

And now, if you'll
excuse me...

partner.

Night, Susan.

So, Attorney Yang.

Isn't it time
you got serious

about the partner track
here at the firm?

Or you do plan on being
Margaret Wright's lapdog

for your
entire career?

TODD:
By the way, are you
eating this dinner

that I've prepared for you?

I'm sorry,
is this food for humans?

I didn't realize.

Yeah.
(scoffs)

I mean, you really are
kind of doing it, aren't you?

Dinner,

your own apartment,
your own parasite PI agency

inside Mom's office.

Like, something has

gently nudged you forward
somehow.

I went to the airport
to stop Susan's flight.

But...

I was too late.

And, you know,

I was just standing there
at the airport,

sort of dissolving inside.

And then

I looked down

and I had my PI license
in my hand.

I did it, you know?
I-I got it back.

And in that
moment, I decided

that I am going to be
the greatest investigator

that Oregon
has ever seen.

I'm serious.
My reputation will precede me.

All it really
takes is...

one big case.

Crack some
huge mystery

and you're famous.

I mean, boom,
you're Sherlock Holmes.

You're Harriet the Spy.

Exactly, Al.

Yeah.

I am not going down
to the bottom ever again.

I'm only going up
from here on out.

Up.

Okay. Me too.

Up.

HARRY:
I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I did it all wrong.

Everything.

Not just the way
I showed up, but...

the way I left.

When I got the
Parkinson's diagnosis,

you were amazing.

Incredible.

I was your partner.

But every article
that you gave me,

every new diet, every doctor's
appointment, was just

a reminder that I was dying.

Harry, stop. Just stop.

I heard you, on the plane,
telling Todd

that I was too controlling,
and that you didn't want

to be with me
for the rest of your life.

But it helped me to see

that I don't need you.

I have been killing it
since you've been gone.

Killing it.

And I will not be insulted

by you coming back
and behaving as if we can just

pick right back up
where we left off.

Now, you're ill

and I am not a monster,

so I will draw up
a fair settlement

and I will buy you out
of this condo.

But you are nothing.

You are a zero.

And you will leave
my home right now

and go to a hotel.

But-but I don't...

I don't even have any money.

I don't have
a credit card anymore.

Here is $10,000, cash.

I sold your stamp collection.

(gasps)

This isn't over, Margaret.

No. No, no, no.
Margaret, it's not...

We can't... Look, we have
to talk about this, Margaret.

We've got to figure this out.

No, we don't.
Margaret. Margaret.

This is not over!

(knocking)
Margaret.

Margaret!

(meows)

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