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Do I smell Ralph Lauren?

I don't know. It's, uh...
It's whatever you got me.

Congratulations on
the Weber case.

Well, what's that
you're always saying?

Don't take no for an answer.

Well, not always.

Because you have
nothing, Harold.

Well, if this was the
first time your client

fell on her wrinkly old butt

trying to hold up a
big-box retailer

for massive medical
expenses, then yes,

but it is the fourth, okay?

Nobody's going to believe her.

Nobody.

Oh, you've got x-rays.

Well, I've got experts
to dispute the findings.

That's right. My experts are
bigger than yours, Harold.

And the nondisclosure agreement.

She doesn't get a penny
until she signs that.

Nor do you.

Mr. Foxx wanted to know

where things were with
the Chesterfield case.

Thought Charles
was on that case.

Charles isn't you.

Okay, well, please tell Mr. Foxx

that I can only win so many
cases at once for him.

Look, the fast track is
right around the corner.

I mean, I made partner,

and I'm not half the
lawyer you are.

Yes, well, everybody knows that.

Well, that's more
like it, Harold.

And the physical therapy,

that caps out at $7,500,

and no travel expenses.

Yeah, well, a pleasure

doing business with you, too.

And that is how it's done.

So am I gonna see you tonight?

Yeah, if I ever get out of here.

I mean, I could always
come back later.

I thought we agreed we weren't gonna
do that in the office anymore.

So did Jennifer tell you about
the Chesterfield handoff?

Mr. Foxx went to
college with the guy.

Chesterfield, I mean,

the Chesterfield of
Chesterfield Oil.

That's like knowing Mr.
BP or Mrs. Exxon.

Don't tell me
you're behind this.

I already have enough
on my plate, Steven.

I can't take another case.

It's a billion-dollar
wrongful-death suit.

Caswell says the Chesterfield
case is rock solid,

how the explosion was
caused by the company

that built and ran the rig.
Open, shut, that's it.

When is it ever that simple when
there's this much money at stake?

I don't know. Sometimes.

And there's six dead bodies.

Shouldn't you answer that?

10-1 says that's Caswell.

Well, listen, I have an appointment
with one of my attorneys.

Would you mind? Thank
you for coming in.

Jack Chesterfield is a
personal friend of mine.

He's a very good man,

and he has made an
enormous commitment

to my senatorial campaign,

for which I am
eternally grateful.

The Chesterfield Oil case
is my highest priority.

Of course. If Charles
isn't cutting it,

why not just give it to Steven?

Because I want you
to look at it.

Carrie.

You think you could join Denise
and me for dinner this weekend?

Must I?

I think she's starting to
feel you don't like her.

Does she? Now, that
is unfortunate.

Hey, Dad, Caswell wants to put
me on the Chesterfield case.

Whoa. Congratulations.

That's arguably our
biggest client.

There's an awful lot
of money at stake.

Yeah, I know. That's
what worries me.

You want to make partner,
this is how you do it.

You live in Caswell's pocket

and settle in nice and cozy

in the luxurious
100% silk folds...

Okay, I get it. It's not enough

to just do my job
and win my cases.

The 29th of this
month, that's the date

that we officially kick
off my Senate campaign.

If Caswell becomes Senator,

he can help control, what,
emission standards,

drilling locations,
safety protocols,

all the things that get in the
way of Chesterfield's business.

"If." If he wins.

If he abandons his principles

in exchange for a
campaign contribution.

That's not the
Caswell Foxx I know.

I'm going to need
all hands on deck.

You'll be there?

I'll calendar it
immediately, sir.

I have faith that I
can count on you

in this or any other matter.

Hey. Hey.

Where you been?

Work. Where else?

And then traffic.

Oh, okay. That explains it.

No, I just... You know I hate it

when I can't reach you.

I just... I always
imagine the worst.

How 'bout I come over?

Great. No, you know what?

Um, actually I'll...
I'll come to you.

I'll be there in, like,
15 minutes, okay? Bye.

Okay.

She said 15 minutes.

Right, buddy? Where is she?

Huh?

Hey.

Hey. Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Hey, mind if I close
the curtains?

I mean, that view cost
me a lot of money.

Steven. I'm kidding.

Can I get you a
drink or something?

No, I'm good. Something to eat?

Just, uh...

Buddy. Just...

That works, too.

These came anonymously?

Yeah. I have no idea why.

Well, they want to make you
nervous about something,

and pointedly they want you
to know they have these.

Yeah, but who benefits from
making problems for Steven and I?

Steven know about this?

The photos?

Of course not, okay?

It was eight months ago.

That's your explanation?

I'm not proud of it, Dad,

but we weren't engaged yet,

and I had no idea
how serious he was.

It was one time.

Maybe you're not the
one they're after.

You think they're trying
to get to Steven?

Why?

Why does anybody want
to get to anyone?

We all have secrets,

some worse than others.

Do me a favor.

Don't show these
to anybody else,

and don't tell anybody anything.

I want to make some calls.

You just told me to be quiet.

That's right. You should.

I, on the other hand,

can make some discreet
inquiries on your behalf.

Carrie, you're welcome to stay
with us if you're worried,

if you think you're
still being watched.

No. No, I'll be fine, Dad.

Thanks.

Sorry about the photos.

Seems like the only way I
could get your attention.

You look familiar.

Scott Giorna.

I write for the "SoCal Herald."

You did the investigative piece
on the city water scandal.

Thank you.

Yeah, I didn't say it was good.

Thank you for knowing it.

Did you read it?

Some people call you a parasite.

Some people call me a hero.

Different strokes.

Do heroes take illegal pictures of
people without their permission?

I didn't take those pictures.

Really? Then who did?

If I told you, you
wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

Caswell Foxx.

You're right. I
don't believe you.

Well, he didn't take 'em.

He hired someone to take them.

And why would he do
a thing like that?

So he can have dirt on you,

keep it on file in case
he ever needed it.

Like you.

Those photos were
his dirt on you,

but I needed to talk to you,

so when I came across them...

Well, you could have
called my office.

Aw, come on, Carrie.

You're engaged to
Steven Riggs, right?

I'll take that as a yes.

He's a good catch,
just made partner.

You seem to know an
awful lot about us.

I've been researching
Caswell Foxx for years,

but now I need your help.

And why would I do that,

other than being
blackmailed into it.

I would never do that.

I am done talking to you.

You're a scumbag.

I'm trying to help you.

How well do you
know Caswell Foxx?

Very. He's a kind, generous man.

He's always been very
good to my family,

probably gonna be the next
senator of this great state.

He's dirty. Please.

I have evidence.

I bet if you crawled
up anybody's ass,

you'd find dirt,
including yours.

I guarantee you you could,

but can you please stop running?

Thank you.

Yes, everyone's
done something bad,

but not everyone's
running for senator.

And diddling around behind
your boyfriend's back

isn't very nice, but murder?

Oh, Caswell's a murderer now?

Has the Chesterfield Oil
case come across your desk?

I'll take that as a yes.

Look, representing Chesterfield
Oil is not a crime.

It is when there's an
offshore oil rig explosion

and the company's lawyers
are trying to hide evidence

and claim workers' negligence.

No one's gonna vote
for anyone like that.

You don't have all the facts.

I have more facts
than you, apparently.

Look, I came to you

because I thought
you were all right.

You were in labor law before
you were in corporate law.

You represented unions.

What, do you want me
to spy on my boss,

betray his trust?
On what evidence?

Take a look at what's on this.

It's the original
field expert's report

and the first interviews
after the explosion.

We're done now.

Thank you.

Should I start?

Yeah, we're rolling.

Okay. Um...

well, we were up on deck,

getting ready for our shift.

We were hoping to finally
finish the Buendia Well,

because it was already
five days behind schedule.

That's why we were getting so
much pressure from up top,

because we were running late.

Why was it running late?

Oh, you know, bad weather,

porous rock formations,
rough water,

the usual for the Gulf.

And the... the safety protocols
slow you down a bit.

So we're running late,

and everybody's bonuses are
tied to on-time delivery,

so when the call came
from Chesterfield

to disable some of the
safety protocols,

nobody saw the big deal, see?

I see. Go on.

So we got new instructions

for the negative pressure
test from Chesterfield.

I didn't think they were clear,

but Mr. Holland said
he understood...

I don't understand.

What am I looking at?

The first investigators on the
scene after the explosion

were from Chesterfield Oil.

All right, they interviewed
survivors, everybody,

and then they wrote the report.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, but that's not the
report being distributed.

Most of that material, interviews
like this, they're being buried.

Yeah, but it's not unusual
to edit redundant material.

Dad, you're not hearing me.

Chesterfield Oil claims that the
blowout and the subsequent explosions

were the fault of
worker negligence

and faulty equipment
supplied by PanOceana.

But the truth is the workers

were just following
specific instructions

given to them by
Chesterfield Oil.

The whole accident's
their fault.

And this guy, he
says that those...

those orders came
straight from the top,

Jack Chesterfield himself.

Oh, that's impossible.
If that were true,

it'd be all over the news,

and Cas wouldn't take the case.

No, Caswell is trying
to suppress this.

I mean, this information
was in none of our files.

In fact, in all the material,
there was never any mention

of the original report's
author or field expert.

They just vanished.

The official report
in the case file

is one published weeks later
and commissioned by Caswell.

Then where'd you
get this material?

Carrie?

Scott Giorna.

That bottom-feeder?

Carrie, delete this garbage.

That guy's been gunning
for Cas for years.

Yeah, but what about
these interviews, Dad?

They're not legitimate.
It's some sort of scam.

I don't know. Heh.

Do you think for one
moment that Caswell Foxx,

who has one of the
most prestigious

law firms in the country,

would suppress evidence? Heh.

Come on. You've known
him your whole life.

And with everything he's
done for our family.

Scott Giorna has broken some
really big stories, Dad.

And look how he contacts you,

with pornographic pictures
taken of you at your worst.

That slimeball would say or
do anything for a story.

I certainly wouldn't
jeopardize my career

over the likes of him.

Hey...

how 'bout some pie?

Thought I would have
heard from you by now.

What, do you live in this
park like some kind of troll?

Heh heh. I've been called worse.

What'd you think of the report?

Had some eye-opening things.

Unless of course
it's all baloney.

It isn't.

How do I know that?

I looked for Curtis Wheelwright

and several of the
other witnesses.

They've all disappeared
or never existed.

Never existed? You
saw them on video.

Well, some people say the
moon landing was fake.

Come on, Carrie.

With all the money at stake,

you don't think people
could be bought off,

made to disappear, killed?

So now it's a conspiracy?

9/11 was an inside job?

You saw the video, and
you read the report,

but you still don't want to
believe it for some reason.

Are we done here? Because
I'm trying to cool down.

Doesn't it bother you

that Caswell Foxx hands
you his dirty work

while he's out running
a Senate campaign?

If things come crashing down
in the Chesterfield case,

everyone gets hurt but him.

Sounds like every case
I've ever handled.

Yeah, but did they involve

screwing over the
families of dead workers?

Well, you'd screw over anybody

if it meant getting
a juicier story.

If you want to screw up things
with Steven and I, go ahead,

but I doubt it's the most
profitable use of your time.

Well, I understand
Chesterfield's position,

but the official report
actually says the crew

was performing a series of steps

to temporarily abandon the well.

And that was PanOceana.

Right.

Right, but the
drilling fluid column

was removed when it
was supposed to be...

Did you call? I didn't hear it.

No, just passing through.

Do you have a minute?

Well, I was just on my way to...

It's all right. Come on in.

Please, Damon. Please, come in.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah, fine.

It's about Carrie.

You think maybe we're
pushing her too hard?

Ah, you should know
better than that, Damon.

She's brilliant. She's young.

She's energetic.

Yeah, but it's a
lot of pressure,

case upon case,

and Chesterfield's a big one.

It's big numbers, sure,
but it's open-and-shut.

PanOceana is at fault here.

It's their crew, their rig.

It's as simple as that.

Damon, think about what this is
going to do for Carrie's career,

to be the lead attorney on
Chesterfield Oil's successful defense.

Ho ho.

I thought you were
the lead attorney.

Well, I have to distance myself a
little bit from this one, don't I?

Sure.

Naturally.

Listen...

she's going to get
so much press.

It will raise her
profile nationally.

It's good for her.

It's good for the firm, yes?

Ah, well, I better let you go.

Thanks, Cas, for the insight
and help with this.

Anytime, Damon. Anytime, always.

I've been researching
Caswell Foxx for years,

but now I need your help.

Come on, Carrie.

With all the money at stake,

you don't think people
could be bought off,

made to disappear, killed?

You saw the video, and
you read the report,

but you still don't want to
believe it for some reason.

I am done talking to you.

Hey, this just came
for you by messenger.

Thanks.

Close the door, please. Thanks.

See?

She's a great cook. I told you.

Yeah, yeah. It was delicious.

You could have eaten
more just to be polite.

Dad. I mean, look,

I'm really glad you came.

That's what I meant
to say just now.

That's what I thought.

Worried about Scott Giorna, huh?

Seems like his conscience
finally caught up to him.

Well, if it was suicide.

The coroner's report
was inconclusive.

You read it?

Yeah. I knew him.

I shudder to think.

You didn't tell Caswell
about him, did you?

Oh, you can't think...

It's just a question.

Question I find
somewhat insulting.

Well, I apologize. But did you?

No. He's got way too
much on his mind

for me to bother him with
something like this.

What about your discreet
inquiries on the photos?

That yield any fruit?

No.

Scott seemed to
think that Caswell

was the one that
had the photos...

Carrie, Caswell Foxx has been
nothing but good to you.

He took you into his firm.

You're partner, too.

'Cause he made me partner.

Our family owes
everything to that man.

Oh, hold up. He is no saint.

Oh, maybe not, but that doesn't

magically make the
slanderous accusations

of a scruples-free
muckraker suddenly true.

Wow, you can still turn a phrase
when you get your dander up.

"Get your dander up."

Your mother used to say that.

Yeah? What else did she say?

You don't remember?

Mm, not much.

She sure loved you.

She used to squeeze
you so tight,

I thought you'd pop.

Ooh.

Oh. Can't be without that thing

for five seconds, can you?

It's Steven.

Oh. You gonna take it?

No.

I'm hanging with my dad.

Can I show you something?

Sure.

Do you know the woman in
this photo with Caswell?

I mean, I scoured the Net, and
I can't find anything on her.

It's so damn small.

No, no idea.

Caswell never
brought her around?

No, not around me.

Can't we have a conversation

without talking about Caswell?

Sorry.

Whew. Wow.

God, you are so...

Gonna marry me?

Sure. Now?

Suits me. Yeah, now.

Well, aren't you scared that the
sex will cool off after marriage?

Well, I wasn't until
you said that.

Now forget it. The
engagement's off.

You hungry?

No.

I was thinking about going
to get some doughnuts.

What? In the middle
of the night?

Yeah. Apparently that's
the best time to get 'em.

They're fresh and moist and
crunchy all at the same time.

Jennifer at the office was
telling me about them.

Oh, Jennifer from the office.

Sharing intimate doughnut
secrets with Jennifer.

Yes, if you must know,

I was sharing intimate
doughnut secrets.

Well, I don't know how
I feel about that.

I mean, if Jennifer and
doughnuts can come between us.

Mm-mm. Nothing can
come between us.

Mm.

No, I am hungry, though.

Hey, you mentioned a while back

about opening your own firm.

Mm-hmm.

You still thinking about that?

Someday, yeah,

but I'm pretty happy
where I am right now.

So you really like working
for Cas that much?

I mean, what's not to like?

I'm partner.

I'm looking at a fantastic
bonus this year,

great office.

Oh, and there's Jennifer.

No, I'm just saying,

we stay there long enough,

maybe the firm can become ours.

Hmm. Lawyers.

You have it all figured out.

I mean, Cas doesn't
have any kids,

so why not leave it to us?

Yes, well, do not let him see
you with your shirt off.

I mean, no child of his would
have all of those tattoos.

I'm sure Caswell had a
youthful indiscretion or two.

You ever think with all
the people he knows,

if there isn't something
shady going on?

No, not Cas.

He's too controlling for that.

And he couldn't take anyone
having something on him,

especially not with the
senatorial run coming up.

You know, he's probably been
planning that for decades.

Yeah. He could really win.

Yeah.

Senator Caswell Foxx.

Doesn't sound too bad, huh?

Hey, maybe he could
officiate at our wedding.

That'd be cool.

Yes, and then we could
honeymoon in Washington, D.C.

You know, I can never tell
if you're kidding or not.

And you never will.

Be right back.

Okay, come on. Get this.

Well, it's Chesterfield's
position that they hold

absolutely no responsibility
for the accident,

and the evidence
clearly shows that,

you know, it's faulty equipment

as well as unauthorized
modifications

made to that equipment
by the crew themselves

which ultimately led
to the accident.

Chesterfield Oil cannot
accept any responsibility,

because it will only open them
up to further civil suits,

as well as criminal liability.

Yes, well, if you
think I can help...

I have faith that I
can count on you

in this or any other matter.

Hey, some of us are gonna
go get drinks later.

I will take that as a no.

Do you need any help
with any of this?

You seem really overwhelmed,

and I know that there's that case
management meeting coming up.

No, no, no. I'm good.

I am just crossing my Ts

and dotting my Is. Thanks.

Okay.

Cool.

Hi. Shonda Wheelwright?

Yes, I'm calling
from Los Angeles.

I was wondering if you happen
to know a Curtis Wheelwright.

Not a cousin or a broth...

Yes. I understand.

Thank you.

Hello. Is this
Brady Wheelwright?

Yes, I'm calling
from Los Angeles,

and I was wondering if you happen
to know a Curtis Wheelwright.

You do?

Oh, great. Yes, 30,

worked on oil rigs
his whole life.

Oh.

Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Yes. Thank you.

Damn it.

Carrie? You in there?

Sorry. Give me a minute.

The door's locked.

I'm coming.

Hey. What's up?

You, apparently.

What the hell?

I was just working.

I had a thought I
wanted to get down.

Yeah, you work too much, babe.

Look who's talking.

Come on. Bed.

Okay, okay. Coming.

Mr. Richmond?

Isaac Richmond?

Hello?

Hey!

What are you doing here?!

You better get out of here!

I got a gun!

Calm down, Dad.

I'm more upset about losing
my iPad than anything.

I had everything on it.

Oh, Christ. You didn't
go back for it, did you?

I had to. Carrie!

It wasn't there.

Luckily I was able to brick it

through an app on my phone.

This is crazy, some
kind of secret,

one-woman investigation
into Caswell Foxx.

Dad, I'm not doing
anything wrong.

Yeah? And what's gonna happen when...
not if...

when Cas finds out you've
been investigating him?

Dad, I got another call Huh?
Telcoming in.

Hello.

Hello.

Who is this?

You dodot know?

You called me.

Why were you in contact
with Scott Giorna?

He contacted me.

Why?

He wanted to talk. Who is this?

This is Scott's brother.

Okay.

I got your contact information
out of his notes.

Apparently you met with him
a few times before he died.

Yeah. Stalking's more accurate.

Look, do you think we can

meet somewhere and just talk?

Look, how do I know you
are who you say you are?

My name is Greg Giorna.

I'm the one who sent
you the clippings.

I need to find out what
happened to my brother.

I'm looking for answers.

I'm not sure I have any.

Well, you have to
know more than I do,

'cause I don't know anything,

except my brother would
never kill himself.

I'm gonna text you my
contact information.

If you decide you're
willing to talk,

then please, please contact me.

I'm sorry. What kind of video?

It's a video to play at Mr. Foxx's
senatorial announcement on the 29th,

you know, something
to personalize him,

separate the man
from the reputation,

humanize him, if you will.

Well, Caswell Foxx
is a dear friend.

He's about as human
as you can get

for a lawyer.

Exactly.

That's the kind of thing
I want you to say.

But you want me to
say this on camera.

Yes, and I will send a
professional crew to shoot you.

Okay. Okay, I'm in.

And I don't think
you'll have any trouble

finding all kinds of people
to say good things about Cas.

Can you think of anybody
else I should talk to

that knows him from
back in the day?

Maybe before he even
worked for his father?

Oh, sure, any of the old gang.

Uh, Binky Lewis,
Johnny Goodacre,

anyone from the crowd over
there at Brewster & Stone's.

I'm sorry. What's that?

Oh, it's this little
hole-in-the-wall bar

that Ian Stone owns.

We used to blow off
a lot of steam

back in our, uh, younger,
less responsible day.

Do you think it's still there?

Oh, I know it is,

and old man Stone is
still running the place.

Great.

Heh.

Cas and Joe.

Oh, yeah.

Dropped a lot of money here.

Especially when they were
moving through law school.

Luckily they had rich daddies.

Heh.

So they were always together?

Most of the time,

unless they were out on dates.

They didn't double-date?

No, they were too similar

for something like that.

How do you mean?

You ever been around
the both of them

at the same time? No.

Why? Not fun?

Well, I'm sure they're
probably different now,

but back then, you
know, you're young.

You feel you got
something to prove.

They were always trying
to one-up the other guy.

Uh, like what kind of things?

Well, everything, girls,

grades, money,

whose family had more.

Used to get a kick
out of their B.S.

Here I am robbing Peter to pay
Paul just to keep this place open.

They're arguing about
frigging cuff links

or, uh, what presents
they're buying some girl.

There was one girl.

Well, I don't remember her name.

She just about broke
those two up.

She dated both of them?

Yeah. I... I think she
was with Joe first,

and then Cas took her away

or, uh, something.
Maybe the opposite.

Jeez, I don't know.

I just sell 'em drinks.

Heh. Did it ever get really bad

between the two of them?

For a little bit.

They started coming
in separately,

especially when Cas
was with the broad.

It was a shame, really.

They may have been a couple
of drunken pains in the ass,

but they were fun.

There was one night, though,

when Cas really laid into her.

"You don't talk to me
like that," he said.

"I'll kill you."

He went all crazy over her.

I, uh... I should stop rambling.

I talk more now than
I did back then.

I... I guess it's something
that happens when you get old.

It's okay. We'll
probably steer clear

of the salacious
stuff in the video,

but, you know, sometimes
talking about it

triggers a memory or something.

I remember the last
time I ever saw her.

She was right over there.

It was the one time
she arrived early,

came in alone waiting for 'em,

looking so pretty, but
shaking like a leaf.

Then Cas shows up.

And from the jump,
they're arguing again.

She starts crying. He
takes her outside.

It's the last time I
ever saw her in here.

Not even with Joe?

With anybody.

So she just disappeared.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm done talking.

I...

I got a thing
happening here later.

Steven?

Hey.

Steven, you're not funny.

Wait till you see
who's coming round.

Yeah?

Don't.

Hey. Hmm?

You've been working here
a while, I'm guessing.

Ho ho. What gave it away?

Stool-shaped imprint on my ass?

Heh. No, you just... you know,

you look like you're
part of the place.

Ho! So I look like
furniture, huh?

Ouch.

Well, I would not want
to get on your bad side.

Heh. I'd never hit a lady.

Big-mouthed broad, sure,

but never a lady.

Can I show you something? Sure.

Ah, Caswell Foxx.

You know him?

I did then.

He doesn't come in
here much anymore.

Well, I don't know if Mr.
Stone told you,

but I work for Mr. Foxx,

and I'm shooting a
video on his life.

He's announcing his
senatorial run.

Well, Ian liked him,

liked his friend Joe, too.

Me, I just thought they
were rich kids slumming.

What about the woman
here in the photo?

Do you know her?

She was around for a while.

I never knew her name.

Yeah, she dated Joe
and then Caswell.

Heh. You gonna put
that in your video?

No.

Why are you here?

Like I said, I'm shooting
a video for Caswell.

Your boss. Yes.

Well, personally I
don't like him.

I don't care for him.

You probably don't
want me in your movie.

That's fine. I mean,

do you know what
happened to the woman?

I mean, maybe I can talk to her.

No. The last time I
saw 'em together,

they were fighting
like cats and dogs.

Put her in his car
and drove away.

I would have intervened,

but Ian told me never to get
involved with Cas or Joe.

Why did they get
special treatment?

Ian liked 'em, that's why.

Look, I am busy, huh?
We're done.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Can you give me the
name of the woman

in the photo that I sent you?

No, I can't say that I know her.

I'm sorry.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm positive.

Ian Stone seems to think you do.

So did Fred.

Ms. Evans, what exactly
is this all about?

The video for Caswell.

And what does the picture of
this woman have to do with that?

Well, nothing yet, but I
think that I'm gonna...

Ms. Evans, I'm an
extremely busy man.

I'll be in touch.

Well, can't you hold him off?

Look, I'm not ready for the
case management meeting.

Well... Well, I recently
found some new evidence.

Carrie Evans.

Jennifer, I'm gonna
have to call you back.

Nice to meet you, Greg.

For what it's worth, I'm really
sorry about your brother.

Thanks.

So how'd you come to me?

Like I said, I was going
through Scott's notes.

Your name came up a fair amount.

Are there any pictures?

No.

I mean, none that I saw.

Look, it was like this.

Scott called me
his escape hatch.

He had this file
cabinet in my garage

with these thick dossiers
of all the local big shots,

you know, the guys he would
go after in his stories.

Backup copies of his notes?

Yeah. He figured that if he ever
got into a sticky situation,

the important information he
left with me could help him out.

Were you supposed to finish his
work if something happened?

Maybe. I don't...

Yeah, I think so.

Seems like a lot to ask someone.

Yeah, well, my brother didn't
really ask me for a lot of favors.

Look, I know I'm not a
reporter or anything,

but I owe it to my brother to find
out if someone had him murdered.

You think he was murdered?

What, you don't think so?

Who would want to
kill your brother?

I see.

Okay. I'm gonna go.

I'm sorry to waste your time, Ms.
Evans.

No, wait. I'm sorry.

Force of habit. I'm used
to asking questions first.

How can I help you?

Your boss, Caswell Foxx,

how well do you know him?

I'm learning more
about him every day.

Because of the information
Scott gave you, right?

Yeah. Piqued my interest.

You know you can get in a
lot of trouble for this.

Not if he doesn't have
anything to hide.

And you would care why?

Because I wouldn't work for
somebody I don't believe in.

Good. So you have ethics.

Yeah. I mean, used to, at least.

Look, tell you the truth,

I didn't even know what
Scott was really after.

His file on Caswell
ranges over 30 years.

He was like his white
whale, you know?

In it, there's shady deals
with large corporations

and high-powered
friends that he made

when he took over
his dad's firm.

There's even something crazy
from when he was a kid,

a fight that he got in with some girl
outside a bar the night she disappeared.

What, you like that one?

Maybe. What do you know?

Well, originally he was
charged with assault.

There's a witness
that said he hit her.

But then it all
magically went away,

thanks to his father.

Look, I know Scott wasn't,
like, the greatest person,

but he was my brother.

What do you want from me?

Keep investigating Caswell Foxx.

And?

Tell me what you come up with.

Okay.

But I want you to do
something for me.

Find out what you can

about the woman in the picture.

I will.

We really need to get
you a bigger office.

Maybe that'll keep you
in the building, huh?

Sorry.

My hours have been a
little erratic lately.

Multiple cases.

The firm still reimburses
for gas, right?

Oh, how about a more
fuel-efficient car?

You know, something for all
those family road-trips,

you, Steven...

and the kids.

Well, that is a few years off.

I still have to make
partner, right?

Oh, Carrie, it's never good...

Trust me. It's never good

to be so anxious for a goal

that you let life pass you by.

Well, I'll keep
that in mind, sir.

I wish you would.

You know, I've been thinking.

I'm becoming more
of a public figure,

and while I accept
the fact that...

that virtually all
aspects of my life

are going to be under scrutiny,

nevertheless, there
are still some things

I wish I could keep private.

Of course.

I've always conducted myself...

tried to conduct myself

with the utmost integrity.

Naturally.

Take a little advice from someone
who's been around a while.

There are always many pitfalls

on the way to
reaching one's goals,

but it's how we meet
those challenges,

it's how we maneuver
around those pitfalls

that allows us to
achieve those goals.

And it's what shapes
us as a person.

Thank you for the
advice, Caswell.

You should personalize
this space more.

You know, a woman's office

should say something about her.

Got a minute?

Sure.

What's on your mind?

Carrie.

Are you having Carrie followed?

No, of course not.

But she's already
spoken to Joe Horton,

as well as Ian and Fred.

She even tried Isaac Richmond,

but he didn't respond.

I see.

She's telling them
that she's making

a video about me for the
announcement event.

Maybe she is. Maybe she isn't.

You don't know?

We don't discuss
everything, Cas.

Some weeks, I barely see her,

and she's right across the hall.
Heh heh.

Hmm.

Look, now is not the
time for her curiosity.

I understand. I'll talk to her.

What are you gonna say?

I don't know.

I'll find out what
she's thinking,

and then I'll
straighten her out,

or I'll try to.

The last thing I want

is for Carrie to
become a liability.

She has to find her own way.

Well, sure, but I want to
keep her here at the firm.

We both want that, right?

Of course.

Then please, Damon,

keep her in line.

Better you do it than I.

Are you sure you
want all this, Cass?

What do you mean?

The election,

all these cases you keep
taking on for your friends,

is it all worth it?

Are you suggesting I retire?

You're still here, aren't you?

I know. Maybe it's time

for both of us to get
out of this racket.

I mean, how long can
we really do this?

Am I gonna die midmotion?

Maybe it's time for the
young guns to take over.

Now that's a thought.

Listen, Damon, thank you

for your friendship,
your understanding,

and your discretion.

You're one of the few
people in the world

I can truly trust.

Hell, if you can't trust
me, Lord help you.

Should I have brought
my docket home?

Sorry, babe. You know
it gets like this

when the case moves forward.

Yeah, but I don't know that
it's ever been this bad.

I mean, bringing files home?

Mind if I watch some TV?

Is the one in the
bedroom broken?

No, I just thought
it might be nice

to sit next to my fiancée.

Yes, well, it would be if
it wasn't for all of...

I don't like having to
share our time with work.

Babe, it's only gonna get worse
when we both make ptner.

Maybe we should set
some ground rules.

Like what?

Like we come first,
and work comes later.

Sorry. Hello.

Hey, Carrie,

you got a minute? Yeah.

I got something I think
you might want to hear.

Sorry, babe.

Yep?

What's up?

I found a recording
of an interview

that Scott did with a
woman named Deena Babb.

She was friends with Caswell's
gang back in the day,

and she knew the woman.

And?

Well, listen.

Sure, I remember.

It was awful. How
could you forget?

What happened exactly?

She was just another pretty
face to those bastards,

a one-night stand, but
Cas really fell for her.

That's why he and Joe
fought over her.

When she got pregnant,
ooh, he got messy.

Why is that?

Because she was a poor girl
from the bad side of town.

Didn't go to private schools,

and she'd been around, you know.

Foxxes were never gonna let a
girl like that join the family.

And a little bastard, no way.

So Cas gave her money.

She wanted more.

She wanted a real
life for her kid.

She wanted him to be
a Foxx, you know?

So they made her disappear.

What do you mean by that?

Cas thought he'd negotiated
the perfect compromise,

always the lawyer, even then.

Foxxes would pay for everything,

and then she'd give up
the baby when it came,

but she changed her mind,

couldn't go through with it,

and that's what she
was gonna tell Cass

that night at the
Brewster & Stone,

the last time anybody
ever saw her.

Are you saying that
they had her killed?

I'm saying I never
saw her face again,

and I never heard
about the baby,

but that's all I gotta say.

What's the woman's name?

She didn't say.

Probably scared of Caswell.

Yeah, well, I don't blame her.

Hey, do you think that she...

You know, I'm gonna have
to call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Babe, I am so sorry...

Crap.

Hey.

Um...

Did you help them do this?

Caswell wanted to
lighten your load.

That's total bullshit.

You've been practically M.I.A.
for two weeks.

Stay the hell out of my office!

He knows you've been
talking to people.

Oh, no, the Mayor will be there.

Yeah, standing right by my side,

grinning like a
god-darn first lady,

because if he's not...
Where are my cases?

Let me call you right back.

Watch your tone with
me, young lady.

Is that how this works?

This is how I get pushed out?

Pushed out? What are
you talking about?

Don't give me that,
Caswell, okay?

Who did you give my cases to?

Listen, first of all, calm down.

One minute, you're complaining
you have too much work...

Just stop!

I would seriously think

about how you're behaving,

because nothing in
life is guaranteed,

even if Damon is your...

Don't give me that crap, okay?

I have done good
work for this firm.

All my cases back,

especially Chesterfield Oil.

How could he reassign
me like that?

I mean, he would
never do that to you

or any of the men at the office.

I mean, it is such a
boys club in there.

It'd be one thing if a
client complained, right?

But it was just personal.

Steven, are you listening?

Yeah.

"Yeah"?

That's all you have
to say is, "Yeah"?

What do you want
me to say, Carrie?

The firm is a business,
which Caswell owns.

I-If you can't...

You're with Cas, aren't you?

We're all with Cas.

His name's on the door.

I can't even trust you.

Don't be ridiculous.

Why? Because I got the
Chesterfield case?

Somebody had to work on it.

You missed the case management
hearing, for God's sake.

They've been talking to you.

You knew I was looking
into Caswell.

What'd they do? Did
they threaten you?

Please, Carrie.

You know he has a kid
that nobody knows about?

I didn't think so.

And a relationship he wants
nobody to know anything about.

The mother, she
just disappeared.

Where are you getting this from?

Scott Giorna.

He was researching
Caswell for years,

and now with his Senate
race and Chesterfield Oil,

he was gonna expose all
of his dirty secrets.

Okay, so Caswell had a kid with
a woman, and they separated.

That's hardly a capital offense.

No, that is not
what I just said.

Okay. I'm sorry. Whatever.

What about Chesterfield? Right?

All the evidence pointing to their
culpability that was just buried.

Look, I've seen some of it.

Carrie, do you hear yourself?

"I've seen the buried evidence."

You sound like a crazy person.

It's a simple case for an old friend.
You said it yourself.

No, that is what Caswell
wants you to believe, babe.

What about my iPad?

Just showed back up
in my apartment?

Yeah, I don't know. I...

Aren't you happy
you have it back?

No, babe, Caswell Foxx is dirty.

Caswell Foxx gave us
both legal careers.

Oh, my God. Don't
give me that crap.

Honestly, I think you've
gone off the deep end

listening to any crackpot
with some ax to grind.

You're just as bad
as the rest of 'em.

Like the rest of who, Carrie?

You realize this is the first
time we've talked about anything

since all this crap
with Caswell started?

Ever since he put you on
the Chesterfield case,

it's like you've done nothing but
try to make problems for him.

You've lost sight of
what really matters.

Like what?

My career?

My career is more
important than the truth?

More important than us?

What about all the ground
rules you wanted to lay?

We never got to those.

You were on the phone, remember?

Look, listen, Carrie,

okay, I love you.

We're part of something bigger
than most people will ever touch.

When Caswell Foxx
becomes Senator...

Yeah, I know. I'm leaving.

What?

That's crazy. You can't...

You're not just gonna leave.

You know what? Regardless
of anything I do,

Caswell Foxx is probably
gonna be Senator.

Yeah, I certainly hope so.

Yeah, well, I... I hope you can
live with the consequences.

Watch after your food, Steven.
It's gonna burn.

Carrie.

Are you sure it was the
same man you saw with Cas?

I am. We've gotta go
to the police, Dad.

And what are we gonna tell them?

You're a lawyer, Carrie.

How's that gonna look?

I don't know.

But everything Scott said about
Caswell has been true, okay?

I don't know what
he's capable of.

Carrie...

I really wish you'd
left all this alone.

Why?

Look at what's happening.

I'm supposed to just ignore it?

Caswell came after me, Dad.

He had that goon
in my apartment.

I'll speak with him
tomorrow morning.

I'm sure there's some way
we can work this out.

How? People like Caswell
don't work things out, Dad.

They just make you disappear.
Carrie!

I wonder if that's why Steven invited
me to his apartment tonight.

To get you out of your apartment?
Please.

Why are you sticking up
for him all the sudden?

Because you're talking crazy.

That's exactly what Steven said.

Dad, don't tell me
you're in on this.

Are you listening to yourself?

Sorry.

Just everything's
turned upside down.

You know, I-I've always
looked up to Caswell,

and I have no idea
what's going on now.

He's the same man he always was.

That's right.

He's always been this way.

I mean, not only is he up
to his neck in Chesterfield

and not only he's probably
responsible for Scott's death,

but he's always been
involved in scandal,

way before he was even a lawyer.

He got a woman pregnant.

She and the baby, they
just disappeared one day.

What's up with that, the fact that
nobody wants to talk about it?

Well, you're right
about one thing.

Nobody wants to discuss this.

What's what supposed to mean?

Look, I'm really tired.

I'll speak with Cas tomorrow.

You sleep in the
guest room, okay?

Busy?

Always,

but I'm, uh, never
too busy for you.

I just wanted to make sure you're
up to speed on Chesterfield.

I know it's an awful lot
to dump in your lap.

No, I've... I've
reviewed it all.

And?

And it's questionable, Cas.

Really?

I just... I don't think

it's the open-and-shut case
you seem to think it is.

She's gotten to you, hasn't she?

She?

No, Carrie hasn't gotten to me.

No one's gotten to me.

My personal life has no bearing

on the work I do here for
you and the other partners.

Of course. I just need to know

that will do what
needs to be done

to protect our client's interest.
That's all.

I always do.

Good.

Listen, I just forwarded
you an email.

Take a look at it when
you have a moment, okay?

Hey.

Son of a bitch.

Hello.

Who is this?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. This is Carrie Evans.
What is it?

What? Oh, my God.

Is he okay?

Oh, God.

Paging Dr. Bedford.

Paging Dr. Bedford.

Carrie? Dad.

What happened?

Do I need to call Denise?

No. Wait.

What happened?

I... I don't know.
It was all so fuzzy.

I was, uh... I was heading
out to lunch with a client,

and I must have slipped and
fallen down the stairs.

Dad, did someone push you?

Blue Team to I.C.U., please.

Blue Team to I.C.U.

No.

I don't think so.

No, or you don't think so?

Carrie, listen.

There's something
you need to know...

about Caswell,

your mother, and me.

And, please, always remember...

I love you.

I know you do.

I'm... I'm not your
father, Carrie.

I mean I'm not
your birth father.

You're my daughter,
but you're not mine.

I don't understand.

That woman in the photo,

her name is Jacqueline Fleuriot.

She's your mother,

and Cas...

Caswell is your father.

His family didn't
want him to associate

with someone of lower
social status,

so after you were born,
they paid her to go away.

They were gonna take you
in and raise you by...

I always hoped I'd never have
to tell you any of this,

but Jackie still
wanted to see you.

The Foxxes forbade it,
so s-she went away.

And then they
changed their mind.

They wanted to have
nothing to do with you

or your mother if she
suddenly came back.

Caswell, he couldn't let go,

so he asked me would I
take you in, and...

he knew that Carol, your mom,

my first wife, couldn't
have kids of her own.

You were so young and perfect.

So we took you in,

and it was the happiest
day of my life.

I... I couldn't be prouder if...
if...

It's okay, Dad.

I was always afraid that
if I told you, you'd...

you'd... No, don't.

It's okay.

Look at me.

You're my dad.

Heh. Okay? Nobody else.

It's okay.

So my birth mom,

is she alive?

Oh, I don't know.

I've looked for her
over the years,

but I've never been
able to find anything.

It's okay, Dad.

Just get your rest, okay?

It's okay.

Just remember,

I love you.

I don't care about
any of that, okay?

Okay?

You're my dad.

Okay.

And I'm gonna find her

for all of us.

So you're Caswell
Foxx's daughter.

Yeah. I guess that explains why
I can be such an ass sometimes.

Just want to go to his
senatorial announcement

and scream at the
top of my lungs.

Why don't you?

Heh.

So your real mother,
is she still...

I can't find anything on her.

And the one person who
probably knows isn't talking.

Yeah, but there's gotta be
a way to make him talk.

What about Deena Babb?

Maybe, if she's still alive,

but she wouldn't talk
to Scott, remember?

Maybe she'll talk to
Jacqueline's daughter.

Maybe she will. Let's go.

Well, it's a little late for
that, Carrie, don't you think?

Tomorrow, then.
I'll pick you up.

You have the address, right?

Yeah.

You know, I really think
she'll talk to me.

You have a very nice smile.

Thank you.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right here.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

911. What's the emergency?

Yes, my friend's been killed.

What's your name, ma'am,
and where are you located?

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

You know, from the first time

that my father brought
me to his offices,

I've always loved the law.

Then why did you ignore it?

And for the first time,
I saw Lady Justice

with her blindfold and scales.
I...

I knew the law was my calling.

What do you know about justice?

But over the course
of a legal career

that has lasted many, many,

many years...

over the course of that career,

I slowly began to realize that
there was an even better way

to serve the good people
of our fine state.

Rather than tackling injustice
one case at a time,

I would attack the
roots of the problems

as your next United
States Senator.

I pledge that I
will fight for you

by fighting for our economy.

I pledge that I
will never support

any legislation
that raises taxes.

And I pledge that I will
make our great state

a friend to business once again.

The type of friend that helps
you get away with murder?!

Oh, it appears,
ladies and gentlemen,

I have my first heckler.

Just like you're helping Chesterfield
Oil get away with murder?

Or like your friends
helped you get away

with the disappearance
of my mother?

Where is she, Caswell?

Ladies and gentlemen,
please enjoy your drinks.

Tonight is for celebrating.

Thank you for coming,

and thank you for your support

now and in the future.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Ah, maybe... please come up.
Come up.

You wanted to talk, let's talk.

I know everything, okay,

every dirty, little secret.

You know, security is
all over this building,

just in case you were
considering something crazy.

Oh, really? Well, I'm not
like you, Caswell, okay?

I'm not violent.

I know you killed Greg.

I know you killed his brother.

Oh, you really are
losing it, Carrie.

The only one here that has
anything to lose is you, sir.

You are so wrong about that.

Where's my mother?

Where is she, Dad?

I have no idea where
that woman is.

Is she alive?

You know, I hate to
ask, but with you...

Carrie, your mother,

like you,

was given many options.

That she chose to squander them,

it isn't my fault.

Yeah, I know. Your family
must have paid a lot of money

to make her go away.

Our family. You're part of me.

I am no part of you.

Carrie, when are you going
to stop being so naive?

Look at where you
are, where we are.

Jacqueline could never have
been a part of this, never.

I tried. I tried to
give her everything,

and she turned away.

What about my father?

He was your friend, Caswell.

You tried to have him murdered.

Carrie, you don't
understand anything.

Do you know what I
have done for Damon?

Oh, he busted his ass for you.

He took me in.

He was a good friend to you.

I gave him a career.

He's an average lawyer at best.

You know that.

Do you think anybody else

would have set him up,
set you up like I have?

I... Don't you see?

I did it for you.

You disgust me.

Once everybody knows
who you really are,

you're finished.

All you had to do was
file some motions.

The Chesterfield case
would have settled.

None of this would
have ever happened.

No, those people on that
rig would still be dead.

Chesterfield was responsible.

You knew it, and
you didn't care.

Right? All you cared about

was helping a friend out
and becoming Senator.

You buried that evidence.

Oh, so what?!

They were all paid
off handsomely!

They're all set for life!

Do you really
believe that voters

are going to remember an
accident on some oil rig

where a couple of
measly workers died?!

It's ancient history!

You're just like your mother!

You can't let things go!

No, I can't,

so I guess it's your word...

against your word.

We'll see what the people think,

Senator.

Oh. No.

Carrie.

No. No!

Give it to me. Give
me that phone.

No.

Carrie, no. Listen to me.

Aah!

Carrie.

Carrie.

Listen to me.

Ohh!

No, Carrie! Ahh!

No, please, please.

Please, please, don't
hurt me anymore.

Please.

Security, get in here!
She attacked me.

Hands up.

I didn't attack him.

No! I didn't attack... Ow!

Aah! I didn't attack him!

No! No, you don't understand.

He's a murderer!

He killed my mom!

He killed Scott and Greg!

You don't understand!

I... I guess when you fight for
the good and the decent people,

you're bound to
make some enemies.

But they won't intimidate me.

Thank you again for coming.
Thank you.

Do you understand where you
are and why you're here?

Do you think I'm a crazy person?

Is that why you're
treating me like this?

You attacked Caswell Foxx.

He says you've
been stalking him.

Hardly.

I am an employee at his firm.

Heh. People stalk
coworkers all the time.

He says that human resources

was in the process
of letting you go.

He wanted to handle the
situation delicately

due to the relationship
with your family.

Yes, well, that is news to me.

Ms. Evans, why were you at Mr.
Foxx's event tonight?

To confront him.

So the attack was premeditated.

No. Confronting and attacking

are two different
things, Detective.

I was confronting him

because he had a colleague
of mine killed,

as in murdered.

Did you check out the parking
lot like I told you to?

Yes, and we found a body.

We also found
surveillance footage

of you leaving the scene of
the crime at time of death,

as well as your fingerprints
on the murder weapon.

Gotta be kidding me.

Did you even look at the other
evidence that I gave you?

Ms. Evans, there seems to be

a fundamental
misunderstanding here.

Now, you seem like a
very smart woman,

so I'm gonna help you out here.

You can't win.

If you're going up
against Caswell Foxx,

you're going up against a lot
more than just Caswell Foxx.

He's the most connected
bastard I've ever seen.

And these claims
that you've made...

he engineered a coverup of
the Chesterfield Oil case,

he made your mother disappear,

and he attacked you, you, an
uninvited guest as his event...

how are you gonna prove
this with no evidence?

There's plenty of evidence.

As soon as I make bond,

I'm gonna make it public.

You're not gonna be out on bond.

It's my first offense

and on questionable charges.

I'll be out of here in 24 hours.

Ms. Evans, are you aware

that you are the
last person seen

with both Scott and Greg Giorna

before both men were found dead?

Okay, this is total crap.

Don't you see what
he's doing here?

He's trying to make me go away,

just like he did my mother.

He's just manipulating...

Thank you, Ms. Evans.

You can consider your
options in a holding cell.

Hey, buddy.

You okay?

Never better.

You mind if I, uh...

Please.

What's up?

Well, I just tried
to visit Carrie.

She wouldn't let me see her.

You blame her?

I mean, she's hardly
blameless herself.

None of us is perfect, Steven.
Heh.

The question never is, "Can
I find the perfect one?"

The question is, "Can I find
someone willing to forgive?"

'Cause we all screw up.

Did you know what she did, though?
She cheated.

I know what happened, yeah.

And I'm just supposed
to forgive her?

That is the question, isn't it?

"Can I forgive her?"

Look at why it
happened and when.

Maybe she had some doubts
about your relationship

and needed to see if someone
else wasn't the one.

And that makes it okay?

I don't know.

Look into your own heart.

Maybe you betrayed
her in some way.

Or maybe not,

but you had other
women before Carrie,

and she had other boyfriends.

Does that make you
want her any less?

Does one slipup
change who she is?

Or does it help you
understand her better?

It's...

It's a long and
bumpy road, Steven.

You need to focus on
what's important.

Hello, Carrie.

Caswell.

What do I call you?

Dad? Murderer?

Well, clearly not Dad,

because I have certainly
failed you as a father.

That's why I'm here.

As poorly as I've handled
things recently,

I... I have tried to help you

every step of the way,

and I want to help you now.

Because you need my help.

Because I'm your father,

and I care deeply
about your welfare.

You know, they let us watch
TV in here, Caswell.

I know what the whole controversy's
done for your poll numbers.

Carrie, listen to me.

The prosecutor's an
old friend of mine.

I'm confident I can get him
to drop the charges down

from felony aggravated assault

to domestic violence
because we're related.

No disbarment.

No prison time.

With you on the loose,

I'm safer behind bars.

Carrie, listen to me.

With an assault conviction,

do you really think you can
skate two murder charges?

Wow.

To clear my name,

you announce publicly

that you invented all
of these allegations.

Call it a temporary breakdown,

mental breakdown due to...

I don't know. Pressure?

Personal issues. I don't care.

Write your own explanation.

You endorse me wholeheartedly,

and you play the loving daughter
throughout the campaign.

You do that...

and I will drop the charges,

and I will see to it that
the murder investigation

into the Giorna brothers'
murders doesn't touch you.

Betray me,

veer one inch off the path,

and you're ruined,

broken,

disbarred,

abandoned by all.

So you're going on two, okay?

Okay, great. Thank you.

Okay, we're going live in just
a few seconds. You both ready?

Mm-hmm. Yes.

And 3, 2...

Thanks, John. Joining us live

are senatorial
candidate Caswell Foxx

and Carrie Evans, a
woman who turns out

to be Caswell's daughter
from a youthful adventure.

More on that later, but first, Ms.
Evans,

you made quite a
splash a few days ago,

causing a ruckus at Caswell's
campaign announcement,

leveling all sorts of charges.

What was that all about?

Well, those charges really arose

from a personal dispute
between Cas and myself.

So you're saying
they weren't true,

that you were
simply lashing out,

as Mr. Foxx has stated?

Well, I would love to
explain the dispute.

You still have the
graphics that I provided?

Yes. Dennis, can we see
the pictures, please?

These photos were sent to me by
award-winning journalist Scott Giorna

shortly before he and his
brother were murdered.

He found them on
Caswell's computer,

which he had hacked
looking for evidence

of Caswell's involvement in the
Chesterfield Oil coverup...

Now that's nonsense.

This... There was no coverup.

Evidence he found in abundance.

Listen, I really...
What I think I would...

Please, stay seated, Mr. Foxx.

Curtis Wheelwright and a
number of other employees

gave sworn testimony

stating that Jack Chesterfield

personally ordered the
procedural changes

which led to the explosion
and the six dead bodies.

Caswell, along with
Chesterfield and others,

tried to hide the evidence.

This... This is
complete hearsay.

It's slander, really.

Including the disappearance
of several witnesses.

I... And if you allow...

You'll get a chance to respond.

But if you...

I believe we have some video
from one of those interviews.

Yes.

So we're running late,

and everybody's bonuses are
tied to on-time delivery,

so when the call came
from Chesterfield

to disable some of the
safety protocols,

nobody saw the big deal, see?

So we got, uh, new instructions

for the negative pressure
test from Chesterfield...

You're finished.

You are done.

Maybe, but I wasn't
running for Senate.

And I'm just the
assistant, so...

Wow. That was pretty damning, Mr.
Foxx.

What do you have to
say for yourself?

Well...

Get this...

When you're right, you're right.

These tablets are great,

especially for
reading the paper.

You know, Dad, I
think this office

is gonna suit you just fine,

nice, neat, not cluttered,

Oh, and you can
take my old office.

No, thanks.

Caswell was right
about one thing.

I'm done.

Carrie, can we... can we talk?

Oh, I'll give you
two some privacy.

No, Dad.

You stay.

Thank you, Mr. Evans.

Steven, look, I am so sorry

that all this kind of-f-

No, look, I'm the one
who should be sorry.

I should have told
you about the photos

and that I was gonna
play them on TV.

I had already seen them.

Caswell showed them to me.

Well, for what it's
worth, it meant nothing.

Okay? He was nobody.

It was eight months
before we were engaged,

and I'm not trying
to make excuses.

I'm just saying I'm sorry.

Don't be, okay?

I've made my share of mistakes.

I'm actually glad I
saw those photos.

You're glad?

Yeah, they helped me realize

how desperate Caswell was
to turn me against you.

He showed his true
colors in that moment,

but more importantly, look,

those photos made me realize

that no matter what, okay,

I can't imagine my
life without you.

I love you.

Come on. There's someone
I think you should meet.

Okay.

Mom?

Carrie.

I'm sorry I waited
so long to see you.

It's okay.

I'm just glad you're here.

There's so much I always
wanted to say to you,

so much time I just...

Ohh.

Ohh.

Oh, my dear.

Ohh.

How are you?

I'm better now.

It's okay.

Yeah.

I have a thousand questions
I want to ask you.