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I'll be inside for 45 minutes,

then you'll see me
in recovery in three hours.

Right, Dr. Woods?
Absolutely.

Your mother's surgery is
as routine as it gets.

I've performed it
hundreds of times.

How many hundreds?

(chuckles) Um...

Let's just say once a day
for my entire career.

Okay.

This is where we go in.

Dr. Woods will update you--

In 45 minutes.
That's correct.

Everything's gonna be fine.

(inhales)

Mm.

Okay.

* *

(exhales)

Two hours and 47 minutes.

Can I see my mom,
Dr. Woods?
Ryan...

Hey.

I'm afraid I have
some bad news.

(elevator bell dings)

...weather balloon stations.

They're probably
listening right now.

Ms. Crest is available to
speak with you right now.
Uh--

Are you su--
No questions.

This way.

TODD:
Okay...

And you mean, like,
Beverly Crest?

(knocking)

Oh.
(Gus chuckles softly)

It is 9:00 in the morning.

Um, why aren't you at work?

Oh, I'm headed there.

Eventually.

I just wanted to come by

and confirm our date
for Saturday night.

You're confirming in person?

Yeah... Well,
I drowned my phone.

I dropped it
in boiling water.

And the guy in
the houseboat

next door said I
should put it in rice.

So I did, but
the phone was wet

and, you know,
hot, so...

I think that this
might be my lunch now.

Well, you could've emailed.

I thought face-to-face
confirmation

would eliminate
further snafus.

And also, maybe I could
snag some face time.

Ah. Well...

We are confirmed.

But... now
I have a meeting.

So I'll see you
on Saturday.

Oh.

Okay.

TODD:
Uh...

Hello. (chuckles)

Wow, I've never been
in here before.

It's very...

Gigantic hands
in a bowl of water.

And, uh... whup!

Exploding flowers, okay...

You're nervous. Stop talking.

Yes, understood.
Well, that was still talking.

But, okay.
Enough. Stopped.

I want to expand your horizons.

Right now, you work only
on your mother's cases.

But maybe I can capitalize
on your talents.

Authorize you to investigate
any case at this firm.

That would be awesome.

Does Lyle... Any case?

Wait, am I allowed
to talk now?
No.

Okay.
But first, you have
to prove yourself to me

by vetting five people.

Now you can speak.

Okay, yeah.
Vetting? I can vet.

But vet who for what?
Or what for who? (chuckles)

We're seeking candidates
to replace Alistair Song.

Huh.
There has to be

three named partners to break
ties when making big decisions.

Mm-hmm.

(mumbles)

No chance...

Oh, um, Gus Easton is
one of these names.

And?

And, well, uh, that is
a name that I know.

Yes. He's a heavyweight
corporate attorney from Seattle.

And I want to know
everything about him.

Isn't my mom being considered
for named partner?

We're also looking
at outside lawyers.

You know...

right now, I have a case
involving international exports

and counterfeit luxury goods.

But if your boots are firmly
placed in Mommy's office,

then I can easily ask Lyle--

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

My boots can go
wherever they want.

With me in them. (laughs)
Good.

Consider this a test of
your competence and discretion.

Leak any of that information
and I will make sure

that you never get your
investigator's license back.

Oh. Uh, hi.
Hi.

Congrats on winning
the shampoo case.

Congrats on dating
the Rose Festival Queen.

Yeah.

(sighs)

BOTH:
Listen...

You first.
Oh, uh, can you--

Can you just, um...

Can I ask you
a work question

about a
professional matter?

You're normally
the person I talk to

about this because I mostly
trust your opinion,

but now we're--

And, uh, I've been sworn to
secrecy if I want to live, so--

Is there a question?
Yeah.

Yeah, okay.
Sorry. Look, um...

Beverly Crest is
playing some weird

fourth-dimensional
chess with me...

We can't be
friends anymore.

I can't talk to you
or be around you.

For a while.

A long while.

But I am happy
for you and Amy.

It's just...
I'm at work.

And this is complicated.

And I think you mean
three-dimensional chess.

Understood.

Understood.

* *

I-I really need to
speak with her.

I'm sorry, you have
to have an appointment.

I'm sorry.
Hey, hey,
I just said...

Ms. Wright, I really
need to speak with you.

FRANCEY:
Margaret, I'm so sorry.

I tried to stop him.
He doesn't have an appointment.

Well, it's okay, Francey.

How can I help?

Oh, wait, you're--

My mother was Kathy Fox
and you were our lawyer.

My name is--
Ryan. Yes.

Ryan.
(chuckles)

I haven't see you
since you were in high school.

It's okay, Francey.
Thank you.

We fought the
school board together.

To get me tailored
academic assistance

because I'm autistic.

I work with computers now.
In IT.

Oh, I am so pleased
to hear that.

And happy to see you.
How can I help?

My mother died.

Oh, Ryan,
that's awful, I--

(stammers)
Last night.
It was during her surgery.

The hospital gave me
these papers to sign.

Do I need to sign them?

Uh, your mother
died last night?

Yes.

And...
(stammering)

...they've already given you
these to sign for a settlement?

This is, this is
highly unusual.
Should I sign?

I would need the money

for the mortgage
on our house.

My house.

The... house.

They still
haven't told me

what happened to her,
and I-I...

I really want to know, and...

Okay, Ryan.
Come on, sit down.

Okay.

(sharp exhale)
Okay.

So, you need the money,

and, uh, they are pushing
you to sign very quickly.
Okay.

Uh, the people
at the hospital

they've run the numbers
to see just...

...how little
you would accept.

In high school,
you knew I was being bullied.

This is like that,
right?

Yes, Ryan.

This is exactly like that.

But...

we have fought bullies before,

and won.

And we're just gonna have
to do it again.

(sighs)

(quietly):
Okay?

I got you.

They offered nothing.

I mean, taking advantage
of a young man who is

seriously grieving--
It's appalling.

I am going to trounce
that hospital attorney--

Wait, this is
Allison's hospital?
Yes.

And demand a much,
much better settlement offer.

Oh, wait, wait, wait,
but, Francey,

that means
I'm going to have to switch

the Smith deposition
to next Friday

and I'll have to do
the trial prep on the weekend.
Okay.

Oh. I am busy on Saturday.

Yeah?
Big plans?

Uh, yes.

I have... a date.

With Gus Easton.
Not with Gus Easton.

Yes, Todd.

Your mother is
an adult, human woman,

who would like to go
on a date.

I don't need
to hear that.
Well, fine.

I don't know what business
it is of yours, anyway.

Wait, so this is
like a date date?
Mm-hmm.

It's not just
a work drinks thing?

There's no chance that
he's, like, grilling you

for information
about the firm

or trying to poach clients,
or spying or embezzling

or anything unethical
like that, right?

Todd, are you
suggesting that

Gus is not interested
in your mother as a woman...

You're not a woman,
you're my mom.
...but as a mark?

No. Yes?
No, no, not at all.

Well, then,
why are you grilling me?
Well, I don't know.

Maybe I should've done
a little more grilling

of Harry before
you married him.
Oh, Todd, that is sweet.

But, Todd, do not
investigate my dinner dates.

That is a direct order.

Now I have to get
to the hospital.

Okay. But, uh,
do you happen to know

Gus's favorite
sports teams?

Or, uh, I don't know, maybe
his social security number?

Oh, uh, no.
And neither will you.

Thank you.
Oh, oh!

Baseball.
The Marinators.

Mariners.

Uh, Ms. Gallagher,

I'd like to understand
the rush the hospital is in.

Oh, there's no rush
at all, Ms. Wright.

Really?

Pressing a neurodivergent
young man to sign an agreement

releasing the hospital
of full liability

less than 24 hours
after his mother dies

in a routine operation?

Well, the State has
strict guidelines

surrounding medical settlements,
which we adhered to.

That still doesn't
answer my question--
HELENE: However...

I'll increase my offer
by $100,000.

Oh, ho-ho-ho...

Whatever you are hiding,
it must be big.

Mm.

MARGARET:
Ryan won't come to
any settlement

until I've had a chance

to look at Kathy Fox's
medical records,

and speak to her surgeon.

No. I can't--
can't make that happen.

Well...

you can add as many zeroes
as you like to that offer,

but Ryan is signing nothing
until we understand

why Kathy Fox,
his mother, is gone.

MARGARET:
Well...

this Helene upstairs is
clearly hiding something.

And I think
it's something big.

Isn't this your suitcase?

Uh, yeah, I just--
I've-I've been here

a few nights,
I've been working back-to-backs.

Uh-huh. Well, Allison,

we all know that payoffs
are the way that hospitals

get people to just look
the other direction.

So if you could
just help me

understand exactly
what it is they...

Isn't this your suitcase, too?

(chuckling):
Allison.

How many back-to-backs are you
thinking of working? (inhales)

Are you
and Chuck...

Oh, Allison, are
you living here?

Hey.
ALLISON:
Hey.

Who is this?

(door closes)

(clears throat)

Um...

Ross, this is my mother.

Mom, this is Ross,

my colleague

who had to work late last night.

(stammering)
Are-are you, um... Is...

Is he...?
Uh...

Should I give
you two a minute?
No, no, no.

Yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes.
No, no, there's no need.

No. Um...

Dr. Woods slept
in that bed right there.

I slept in this one
right here.

I have to explain
on-call rooms

to my mother, I'm so sorry.
Dr. Woods?

Doctor Ross Woods?
Yeah.

You operated on
Kathy Fox yesterday.

Wait, I'm sorry.

This is the case
that you're here about?

You were talking
to hospital's lead counsel

about Ross?
I'm sorry.
What, what case?

Oh, my God, are there no
other hospitals in Portland?

I have been trying
to gather information

about Kathy Fox's death,
and it seems that

the powers that be
are determined to stop me.

And, in actuality,

they appear to be
protecting you.

Would you be willing to have
a private conversation with me?

No, no, no. Ross...

Her client is suing you.
Do not say a single word.

* *

Wright.

Hi.
Do you have
anything for me?

Yes, uh,
actually, I do.

Initial info on
candidate number two,

Cooper Bloomfield.
Hmm.

Two pet ferrets,
a 1968 Volvo

and three prior
convictions for shoplifting

in Arizona in 2004?

Under the name
Cooper Bloomfeld.

So, I guess
he's off the list?
(elevator bell dings)

You know who's never
shoplifted before?

My mom.
And I think that...

MARGARET:
Hold the elevator!
...she's coming right now.

Hi.
Good morning, Todd.

Beverly.

Beautiful morning.
Gorgeous.

So gorgeous.
Mm.

(phone buzzes, chimes)

(elevator bell dings)

Todd...
Yeah?

You did not speak to
Beverly Crest, did you?

Did-did you say
anything embarrassing?

Todd, I am this close

to getting my name
above the letterhead.

Yeah, of course not.
Wait, was that Beverly Crest?

You know, she's a lot shorter
than people say she is.
Todd...

Don't worry, okay?
You're gonna get the job.

Okay.

Hopefully.

MARGARET:
Good morning.
Morning.

We have officially rejected
the hospital's settlement offer,

and I have just filed
a medical malpractice claim.

Okay, so now
the onus is on us to prove

that Woods was negligent
rendering care.

Yes, and that that negligence
resulted in injury.

Where are you on that?

Ryan signed releases for his
mother's surgical records...

But surgical records are
aggravatingly hospital specific

and notoriously
hard to decipher.

Should we reach out
to a medical expert?

(huffs)
We have a medical expert.

Allison.
She just won't talk to me.

So what we need

is another expert
at that same hospital.

I might have
the perfect person.
Hmm.

MARGARET:
Dr. Diane Young?

She and Dr. Woods both work
with the ML6000 robot

to perform
gallbladder surgery,

the same operation
Ryan's mother died from.

Let's set up an appointment.

Dr. Young, I'm just
so scared of surgeries

and going through with it.

It's a minimally invasive
laparoscopic surgery

and recovery time is rarely
more than a week at home.

You'll be fine, Ms. Wright.

Wonderful.

But I-I did see that there are
other surgeons at this hospital

who perform the same,
the same operation.

There was an ad for a...
a Dr. Woods?

I can't comment
on another doctor,

but I can say
I'm the one leading the labs

instructing the other doctors
on the ML6000 robot.

Great. Okay, um...

There's a rumor
about Dr. Woods,

that he lost a patient
to this same surgery

with the same robot this week.

I also heard a rumor...

about a lawyer asking questions.

I am just protecting my client
who lost his mother.

I-If you could just take a look
at these surgical notes--

You need to go through
the proper channels.

I am being blocked
by the proper channels.

Dr. Young, you seem like
a woman of integrity.

Is there anything
you can tell mem off the record,

to shed some light on Dr. Woods
and his surgeries?

I wasn't here
when the patient died.

But--
off the record--

if I was having this surgery,

I'd trust the doctor who leads
instructions on the robot,

not someone who flunked
nearly every lab.

* *

(watch chimes)
2:47 p.m.

Looks like we are
landing at a building.

Residential.

(grunts)

Elmira Howard?

Subject is going to
the apartment

of an unknown woman
in the middle of the day?

Hi, there.

GUS:
Hello, my succulent
little hedgehog.

Got here soon as I could.
I've missed you.

(watch beeps)
He missed her?

(scoffs) I knew it.

He's going on a date
with my mom tomorrow,

but today he's having a tryst
with a secret daytime lover?

This is "situation Harry"
all over again.

You know what?
I am going in

for visual proof
and verification.

(grunts)

Slimebag.

* *

(water running)

GUS:
Todd?

TODD:
Ah, bathrobe.
I mean, uh, uh...

Gus.

What are you doing here?
Are you following me?

I think the real question

for your succulent
little hedgehog is

what are you doing here?

I'm here to water
a succulent.

It's a plant.

Elmira calls it
her hedgehog.

Aha! Elmira.
The other woman.

Elmira is an 80-year-old
paralegal at my firm

that lets me
use her shower

when the plumbing is out
on my houseboat.

Oh.
And in exchange,
I water her plants.

So, might this be about
your mom and our date?

Or are you here
just to ogle me

in Elmira's bathrobe?

What? I'm not ogling.
No one's ogling.

You're not not ogling.

Look, I am just...

doing my due diligence.

I am a PI
and she is my mom,

who's been through a lot
recently.

Okay. You know what?
Let's go grab a bite to eat.

Come on, we can chat,
you can get to know me

a little bit better, huh?

Yeah? All right.

Uh, I-I'll put
some pants on first.

Okay.

Wasn't ogling.

(inhales) Allison.

Mom, what are you doing here?

You wouldn't
answer your phone,

so as your mother,

I am required to
come find you.

Why are you in the
surgical waiting area?

I am on a break
and I'm waiting for a friend

to finish up a surgery.

Uh-huh. Not Dr. Woods.

The man who-- Ugh.

They let him
operate again?

You know, this might
surprise you to learn,

but I've also
lost patients.

And it sucks.

But that doesn't mean
that we're bad doctors.

Well, I just spoke
to Dr. Young

and she said that
Dr. Woods is sloppy.

I would take her
with a grain of salt.
Really?

Yes. She wants to be
chief of surgery

and Ross is
the favorite candidate.
Mm.

Allison...

are you
sleeping with him?

Have you left
sweet Chuck?

What is going on?
Why are you suing
a doctor?

Well...
It feels really gross that
you're doing that to one of us.

My client lost his mother
in a routine surgery.

This was preventable.

Someone has to hold
Dr. Woods accountable.

Okay, but, Mom, this isn't
a cover-up, okay?

Ross is crushed
by what happened,

and you're making
everything worse.

Fine.

Then if you'll just tell me
exactly what you think--

No, no, no, no.

I'm not your
medical information ATM.

You can't just put in my code
and find out whatever you want.

NURSE:
Dr. Grant?

Ross' patient
didn't make it...

so he won't be
able to join you.

(quietly):
Oh, no.

Your Dr. Woods has now
killed two people

in less than 24 hours?

He is grossly
incompetent.

Allison, if we don't stop
him, he will kill more.

Mm.

(indistinct chatter)

Hot wings are
so refreshing.
Yeah.

It's like napalm
in my mouth.

They call this
"the truth serum plate."

It's so hot, it burns through
any resistance.

Oh, yeah? Well.
I can't really see anything.

But, uh,
let's give it a try.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You ready?
Sure, go ahead.

How do you feel about me
dating your mom?

Fine. (squeals)

Um, how many firms you work
for the last ten years?

Three.
How long you been a PI?

Five. Years.

Have you ever been convicted of
a felony in Colorado, Utah...

(exclaims)
...and/or, uh, Mississippi?

Can't recall, but no.

Is your
"folksy charm" thing real,

or is it just
an act to,

you know,
disarm people?
Real.

How do you stay so fit when
all I see you eat is garbage?

Spin class.
Tonsillitis, twice a year.

And, you know,
mysteries excite me.

Supercharges my metabolism.
Favorite authors?

Larry McMurtry. Anne Tyler.
Bruce Jay Friedman.

Okay, okay...

No, no, no.
Not-not the water.

Drink the milk.
Okay.

And here.
Have some bread.

Thank you.

You know it's just
a date, right?

There's no need to panic.

But is this really what's
got you all wound up?

You got trouble at work?

Yeah, no, well, um...

my mom has a tough case
and she's running up

against the medical
industrial complex.
Oh.

Yeah. Classic stonewalling.
I've been there.

Had a class action
suit last year.

Hospitals are very
powerful businesses

with bottom lines
to protect.

So it all comes down
to money.

It comes down to
what makes them money.

A doctor,
a particular specialty,

a gadget no one
else has...

They're always
trying to protect

whatever it is that keeps
people walking through

those doors.

That is...

good to know.
Right?

So the hospital
is shielding

whoever generates
the most revenue.

Mm-hmm.
That makes sense.

You came up with
that by yourself?
Um, yeah.

And at this hospital
that thing is

the robot.
Dr. Woods.

No, it's Dr. Woods.

They won't give me
his records without a subpoena,

they won't let me
talk to him,

and they let him perform
the exact same surgery

less than 24 hours later.

Their moneymaker
is Dr. Woods.

Yes, but he performed
the same surgery

with the same
robot each time.

A robot that they spent

millions of bucks on,

had all their surgeons
trained on, advertise with,

and are about to launch a huge
marketing campaign around.

How do you know this?

Because I'm
an investigator?

And trust me,
if word gets out

that there's
a "deadly robot,"

this whole
hospital will go--
Please,

don't say "kersplitzo."

I don't like it.

Okay, so what we need
to know now is

who made the error,
Dr. Woods or the robot?

Okay, first of all, I was
about to say "kablamo."

And second, do we
have a robot expert?

I mean an expert about
robots, not an expert robot.

That'd be awesome.

As a matter of fact,
we do.

Well, good.

The surgical error rate
of our robot is

1/10 of one percent.

The robot is
a medical marvel.

And with its
simulator,

surgeons can practice
until they're competent.

I currently have
the highest simulator scores

in the hospital.

Mm.
And Dr. Woods,
as you suggested earlier,

did not have
high simulator scores.

I shouldn't say this,
but I want to help.

He sacrificed
a second patient

because his own ego
couldn't take it.

Would it be possible to
see this medical marvel,

the robot?
I'm sorry.

It's kept
in the surgical suite.

And only surgical personnel
are allowed access.

Excuse me, I have a consult
in five minutes.

Okay. Thank you.

The robot is basically
a computer,

which means every surgery
is probably in its memory.

Uh-huh, and if we can
access that memory...

LYLE (over phone):
We can find out

if the robot or the human
made the mistake.

But how can we access
the memory

when we can't even
get into the room

where the,
where the robot is?

Hold on, Todd is coming back
with something, with--

What is it?

I have an idea.

Your idea is a gurney?

I cannot believe
I am doing this.

I feel ridiculous. Ooh.

But you look fantastic.

Just keep telling
yourself that.

Why do I let you
talk me into these things?

(grunting softly)

Well, you know,

if you don't like it,
maybe I can start working with

some cooler lawyers
at the firm

who would maybe be more
into this sort of thing. Hmm?

(exclaims)
What are you talking about?

Don't be ridiculous.

You are dead.
Remember that.

I am not dead.
I'm in disguise.

Selma Nusbaum?
TODD (muffled):
Mm-hmm.

For the hysterectomy?

Hysterectomy?

Yeah, she's just
a little bit nervous.

Uh, uh, surgical amnesia is...

Take her into OR Three.

We'll be back from lunch
in a bit.

(quietly):
Thank you.

TODD:
What are you doing?

I-I don't want to lose
my uterus.

Keep it up,
it'll be your vasectomy.

Whoa.
Wow.

Okay.

No direct eye contact.

We don't know if it's
been fed yet today.

Okay, we're in.

LYLE:
All right, there should be

a panel on the back.

Open it and slide out
the motherboard.

(grunts)

Okay. Panel on the back...

Okay,
I got it right here.

(both screaming)

Todd, Todd, it's alive.
Be careful.

Okay, uh...

Okay. Got it open.
Now what?

(both screaming)

Ow!
I think it got me.

That's a blade!

LYLE:
The hard drive is
on the top left.

Top left?

MARGARET:
Hurry.

Pull the tabs, and it should
pop right out.

It's moving, Lyle!

Hurry, Todd.

Looking good.
Okay. Hold on.

I got it.
Okay. They're gonna be
here any second

to take
your uterus out.

I got it. Okay.

(shouts)
Let's go!

Come on.
No, Todd!

Oh, oh, God.

(mumbling)
Oh, Todd, Todd.

Turn around, turn around.

What, did it get me?
No, no, no. Honey,

I can see your underwear.
Oh, come on, Mom!

(soft whirring)

LYLE:
This is the robotics
expert I hired to help us

extract and interpret
information from the ML6000.

Pleasure to meet you.
I'm Kyle.

BOTH:
Kyle?
(sighs)

So the hard drive contains

detailed information for all
the surgeries and simulations

in the last six months.

Dr. Woods removed two
gallbladders this week.

Cholecystectomies.

And in both, he accidentally
severed the hepatic artery

and the patient bled out.

Which is
consistent with

errors made in his most
recent simulator practice.

So it was Dr. Woods' fault.

And will you testify to that,
Kyle, in a trial?

A-And would you testify
in a pile? Or on the Nile?

Or would you actually
testify with a smile?

Todd, stop.
Thank you, Lyle, Kyle.

Um, did you have the file?
Oh, damn it.

Oh, oh, don't be
in denial. (chuckles)

Lyle. Kyle.

You're right.

He is quite annoying.

Quite is right.

(knocking) Ms. Gallagher.

Mm, Ms. Wright.

Let's talk about the
hard drive of the ML6000.

I don't know anything
about that.

Oh, well,
a hard drive

is a font of
information.

This is a full report
on Kathy Fox's surgery.

Every detail.
How did you get that?

Dr. Woods nicked
the hepatic artery.

Both times.

And this isn't just an error

he's committing
on his own patients.

He made the exact same error
in his last practice surgery.

He is dangerous.

Shut it down.

Uh, I need to talk to the board.

Take your time.

I have dinner
plans tonight.

But if I don't hear from you
first thing tomorrow morning,

I'll be happy to tell
the whole city

about your hospital
and Dr. Woods's record.

Good night.

* *

Hey.
ROSS:
Hey.

You didn't answer my texts,
so I didn't know

which one you wanted--
turkey or meatball?

I'm, uh...

I'm not...

I'm suspended.

Wait, I thought that
the hospital was settling.

They were--
until your mother raised

the specter of
a class action lawsuit.

Al, this is likely
the end of my career.

I'm so sorry. I...

I mean, no.
Come on. Hey.

Every doctor gets sued
at some point.

(scoffs)

You know, this isn't quite

what I thought being a doctor
would be like when I was a kid.

Yeah.

You thought that
you would be...

ROSS: (sighs)
The Biggest Hero.

Yeah.

Wow.

Do terrible puns
run in your family?

(chuckles)
That was a good one.
(chuckling)

That was a really,
really good one.
Yeah, it was.

Yeah.

* *

So...

you're separated?

But not divorced.

Okay.

That's meatball.
(clears throat)

You know me
very well.

Yeah, I do.
Mm-hmm.

(both chuckling)

Hey, it's
finally happening.

We are on the date.
Ah.

I will drink to that.
Mm-hmm.

(sighs)

I have to say that
I am very impressed with

this clean, ironed shirt.

Oh, th--
No, this shirt is toast.

No, I mean, it's,
it's literally toast.

(coughs)
Burned it with an iron.

Okay.

So I have to know.

The car.
The pizza car.

Oh, God.

Hot & Fresh?

(chuckling):
What is that?

Well, my daughter and I...

Sorry, um, to interrupt,
but something has come up

with the hospital
and we need

to figure out a plan ASAP.
Todd?

We talked about this.
Talked about what?

Wait, you two talked?

He's been following me
to make sure I mean no harm.

(chuckles) Oh, Todd.

We talked about this.
No. No.

I'm not here
because of your date.

And I wasn't
following him for you.

I was following him for...

...Crest.
Oh.

For Crest?
For Beverly Crest?

Yes. Look, I'm vetting all
the potential named partner

candidates
for Crest.

And...

she made me promise
not to tell you.

Is this true?
GUS:
Yeah.

She let me know
I'm in the running.

I was gonna tell you
during dinner,

but it slipped my mind.

A named partnership
slipped your mind?

Well, I get these offers
all the time.

It doesn't mean anything.

And I don't know,

a small part of me
wondered if we might

get a kick out of
working together.

With you as my boss?

Well, I didn't think of it
like that.

Me working under you?

I have given my life
to this firm.

(stammers) Why would she even
consider you over me?

Oh, so you don't want
to work together.

Well, I've seen you work,
Easton.

A drunken rhesus monkey
with a law degree

could do as well.

A rhesus monkey?
Slow down, there, Wright.

I was never gonna take a job

at some rinky-dink
third-rate firm

in Portland anyway.
Hey...

Rinky-dinky?
The rinkiest.

How dare you?
GUS:
What?

Do you even know...
Your lead investigator

is your own son?
...who I've represented?

I don't know why
I'm being brought into this.

That's penny-pinching nepotism
if I ever saw it.

This date is officially over.
GUS:
Wait, hey--

Oh, come on.

Officially.

Fine.

(exhales)

See you around, kid.

I cannot believe

that she would vet
outside counsel over me.

And use my own son to help?

I mean,
it is a total betrayal.

And I can't believe
that you lied to me.

Look, I feel awful,
and I-I'm sorry for that,

and for, you know, raining on
this whole parade here tonight.
(clears throat)

(inhales)

I guess some things just...
weren't meant to be.

Oh, could this night
get any worse?
Um, well, actually,

the reason why I was
coming here was because

the hospital has withdrawn
their settlement offer.

What?

So...

do you want to get
this food to go,

or you want me to
just eat it here?

RYAN:
I don't understand.

They wanted me to sign
so badly before.

What changed?
Well, the hospital
submitted proof

that your mother ate
after midnight,

the night before
her surgery.

They have this receipt
from Quality Pie.

What does this have to do
with her surgery?

Your mother had
strict instructions

not to eat
after midnight, so...

But-but she didn't eat
anything. I did.

We have no way
to prove that, Ryan.

So... So, it's...
it's my fault?

No. No, no, no.
This is not your fault.

(sniffling)

It's okay.

I mean, poor Ryan.
I should've invited him.

He's had dinner every single
night of his life

with his mother, and...
now he's eating alone.

Like Chuck.

Thank you.
That is helpful.

I still can't believe
you left him.

I don't want
to talk about this.

You know, Mom said it might be
'cause of some hot doctor

at the hospital?

The robot killer guy?

Is that true?

You and, uh, McMurdery?
Together?

Todd.

Oh, my God.
Ross is my friend, okay?

Since residency, a group of us
have gotten together for dinner

every other Thursday,
and that is it.

I'm so sick of this.

You know, there are certain
parts of our jobs

that you civilians
will never understand.

BOTH:
Us civilians?
Like when you lose a patient?

And then you have to immediately
move on to the next patient

because if you don't, then you
might have two dead patients.

Has Dr. Woods talked to you
about the deaths?

Yes, of course.

He is beside himself
with guilt,

replaying the surgeries
over and over in his head

wondering if maybe
he did something wrong.

I'll need you
to testify to that.
No, that is not happening.

I am done being
your medical Google.

Todd, as we discussed.
Do it.

Do what?

(sighs)
Mm...

Mom's cloth napkin.
Allison Grant.

You have been served.

Sorry.

BAILIFF:
Do you solemnly
swear to tell

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth,

so help you God?
I do.

You may be seated.

Dr. Grant,

on the night of April 7,

you were with Dr. Woods.

Did he comment on the surgery
he had just performed?

I do not recall.

You do not recall?

Mm.

Oh, I see. Uh.

Well, may I remind you that
lying is perjuring yourself?

You may.

All right, then.
Lying is perjuring yourself.

Did Dr. Woods--

I don't know.
I don't remember.

I don't care.
Does that help?

MARGARET: Allison,
this is a court of law.

Your Honor,
this seems odd.

The witness is the opposing
counsel's daughter.

Ms. Wright,
can you reign this in?

Dr. Grant, would you,
uh, tell us, please,

the exact nature of your
relationship with the defendant?

ALLISON:
We are both physicians

at Oregon Medical Science
Hospital, and that is it.

But you are sleeping
at the hospital,

in close proximity to Dr. Woods
on a regular basis,

despite having a husband

that you have
abandoned at home.

Is that correct?

I'm not answering
any of these questions.

Uh, Your Honor, permission
to treat the witness

as a hostile daughter.

I mean, uh--

her--
her as a hostile witness.

Okay, we are not
sleeping together.

I don't know the state
of my marriage right now,

and I cannot recall exactly
what Dr. woods said to me

about the surgeries.

Allison,
this is perjury!

You told me--
Fantastic.

I'm perjuring myself.
Send me to jail.

Three square meals,
and a nice warm bed.

Bring it on.

Did Dr. Woods
confide in you

that he felt his actions
may have led to the death

of Kathy Fox?

I plead the Fifth.
That is not appropriate here.

The daughter-- witness will
answer the question.

(sighs)

Ross Woods is a great doctor...

...and a great friend.

And if it weren't for him,

I don't know that I would be
a doctor today.

And you can subpoena
anybody else

in our residency dinner group,

and I'm sure they would
tell you the exact same thing.

Wait a minute.

Your residency
dinner group.

When did you say
the exact date was

that you last met?
I don't know.

Sometime last month.
March...

March. March what?
ALLISON:
March 9. March 9.

(gasps)

Your Honor,
I need a brief recess.

ALLISON:
Okay, well,
I'm not coming back

up here, so you'd better
be done with me.

You will testify when I say
you will testify, young lady,

and until then, I am done
with her, Your Honor.

I am seriously done with her!

Great.

BEVERLY:
Mm.

This is actually pretty thorough
and well organized.

What is this?
"Gus Easton looks like

Ryan O'Neal in a bathrobe."
How would you know that?

Look...
(exhales)

The evidence is right there
and it is crystal clear.

Your best candidate has been
here all along.

Are you speaking to me
as an investigator

or as Margaret's son?
Either way.

Oh, and, uh, your French
fake luxury goods case

is tied to a local
business here in Portland

that's changed names and
addresses three times in a year.

Seems like a tax dodge,

nonsense foreign
shell corp thing.

So, second-guess that case.

I got to go, but...

Check... mate.
(chuckles)

That's a fourth-dimensional
chess move. So...

(door opens, closes)
Hmm.

(phone ringing)
Mom.

MARGARET (over phone):
Todd, listen to this.

On March 9, the robotic
surgery simulator log

shows Dr. Woods failing
a practice surgery--

at the same time he was having

that residency dinner
with Allison.

I mean, I understand
hiring a ringer

to help you ace a test,

but why have someone
fail it for you?

But who would go

to all the trouble

to make Dr. Woods look like
a bad surgeon?

(gasps)
Dr. Young.

And if Woods was being

considered for
chief of surgery...

And was the favorite...

Then we have motive.

But cheating a simulator
is one thing.

How do you get Dr. Woods
to make a mistake

on an actual surgery?

With the ML6000.

The robot.

Your Honor,
for the record,

I object to the trial
being moved to an OR.

This is highly
unorthodox.

Overruled, again.

Ms. Wright?
Thank you.

Dr. Young,

I understand you've been
doing telesurgeries

as charitable outreach--

Chad, Syria...

I work with nonprofits

that bring lifesaving
remote surgeries

to underserved populations
across the globe.

Uh-huh, and when you perform

these remote surgeries,
where are you?

In the OR,
right here in Portland.

Here?

While controlling
a surgical robotic arm

halfway around the world?

That's right.

MARGARET:
Uh, Dr. Young, are you
ready to demonstrate

how you control this
robotic surgical arm?

Not sure what this is
going to prove, but I am.

MARGARET:
Of course.

Now, can you
show us, please,

how you raise
the surgical arm up?

I move my thumbs...

...like this.
(soft whirring)

MARGARET:
Wow.

And now, can you make
the blade arm go down?

I said make it
go down, please.

Is something wrong
with the robot?
Uh...

It's-it's not following
my commands.

(phone ringing)
MARGARET:
Oh, okay. Uh...

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

But, um, this live feed is
a demonstrative exhibit

that will prove our case.

So these are my
colleagues, Lyle and Kyle.

And as you can see,

they have an ML6000
controller of their own.

Now, let's try this again.

Okay. Dr. Young, can you
please you take your hands

off the control?

Thank you.
And raise them in the air.

So your hands are straight up--
Great. Great.

Now, Kyle,

can you make the blade arm
go down, please?

* *

As you can see,

Dr. Young is
no longer in control

of the robotic
surgical arm.

So one of the little-known
security features of the ML6000,

that we've only ourselves
just now discovered,

is that every time
a new controller is used

to operate the robot,

the robot stores the IP address

of the controller.

So just now,
when we hacked

the robot using
our own controller,

uh, the robot recorded
the IP address

of our server at the law firm.

HELENE:
Objection.

What does this
have to do with--

When we went back
and examined

the last two surgeries
of Dr. Woods,

guess what we discovered
buried in the lines of code?

A new IP address attached
to an unknown controller.

And that IP matches

your home Internet address,
Dr. Young.

She murdered two patients
and tried to ruin

Dr. Woods so that
she could be chief of surgery.

You-you killed my patients?

HELENE:
Objection!
Diane, how could you?

HELENE:
Objection!
Diane!

JUDGE:
(bangs gavel) Order.
Order in the court.

Bailiff, take Dr. Young
into custody.

We are taking this case
back to the courthouse now.

(bangs gavel)

$3,000,000.
Well, you deserve it.

And your mother would
be so proud of you.

You helped me.

You found out
what happened to my mom.

Well, I'm honored
that you asked me.

And should you ever need
anything else, Ryan,

you know where to find me.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Oh, come here.
Come here, can I? Yes.
Oh.

Good luck, Ryan.
Good luck.
Thank you.

I'm sure that the hospital
will reinstate you

immediately, you know.
Mm, I don't know.

After all this, I might
need a little break.

I, um...

I understand that.

(both chuckling softly)

Shall we?

Excuse me.

("Brighter Side"
by Connie Conway playing)

Mr. Easton.

* There's a brighter side... *

(sighs)
I think I'm, uh,
buying you lunch.

Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.

And to what do I owe
this great honor?

Well, I think I kind of
screwed up your dinner date

the other night.
Aw.

Beverly Crest screwed up
my dinner date that night.

Well, don't worry.

I put in
a good word for you.

Oh, thank you.
Now, onto lunch.

Shrimp salad
in the cafeteria?
Ooh!

Your favorite?
I'd be delighted.

Great, just need
a small bridge loan

to make that happen.
Oh, Todd.

I'm joking.

I mean, I'm not,
but I could be.

You know, it's just
for $28 dollars.
(exclaims)

I'm joking.
But also, I'm not.

Okay.
Uh, you're paying.

Not joking.
All right.

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