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So, Mr. Edwards...

Coach Tom.

Did you dope your client,
Nicole Smith,

with performance
enhancing drugs--

PEDs, as they're
commonly known--

without her knowledge
or consent?

Absolutely not.

Would you tell us about your
relationship with the plaintiff?

Nicole
is a super kid.

She's determined, fearless.

The next Serena Williams.

She qualified
for the U.S. Open.

But now that she's
tested positive for PEDs?

Her endorsements and
the opportunities are gone.

For the both
of you, I'd assume.

My reputation is shot.

My clients have all left.

I coach kids.

And I love them
like they're my own.

The idea that
I would have...

It's okay.
Take your time.

...that I would
jeopardize her health

and her career...

It goes beyond sports for me.

I would never harm anyone.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Counsel, your witness.

Good job. Good.

Coach Tom, is it true
you yourself were accused

of doping when you competed
in Germany as a minor?

Objection.

To what? The truth?
Coach Edwards here

is portraying himself as
a pillar of the community.

And I think the pillar
should be allowed to answer.

Your Honor,
there is no foundation

and this is beyond
inflammatory.

Approach.

We have a source
in Germany

who can provide
a blood report.

This is the first

the defense is
hearing about this.

And there is no record
to authenticate.

It's being mailed
as we speak.

We will
reconvene in 72 hours.

Court adjourned.

You didn't have
to jump in back there.

I was perfectly capable
of handling myself.

I know you are, Susan.

But you froze
at a crucial moment.

So I jumped in.
That is why I'm here.

Actually, you're here because
my client's insurance company

demanded
a senior attorney.

And with Beverly in
France, that is you.

Susan, this is
a big case.

Yeah, a civil suit
where an innocent man

could lose his career,
his house and his reputation.

I know.

I know how to handle
big cases, Margaret.

Just like Rory McIntosh.

A huge client
that I signed

all by myself.
You had help with that.

Yeah, of course. Todd.

And me.

That gift basket idea
was mine.

You wouldn't have signed
that client without my help.

The firm needed
to sign Rory McIntosh.

Susan...

What happened?

I thought you said they would
never find out about Germany.

You knew about this?

Yeah, I told her after
your investigator dug it up.

This is really bad,
isn't it?

Mr. Edwards, I understand
your concern.

If I can't coach,
I'll have nothing.

Tennis is my whole world.

Tom, you hired us
to win this case for you.

And that's exactly
what we're going to do,

despite any setbacks.

I know you're worried,

but, please...
let us handle this.

Trust us.

You knew.

Just calm down.
Don't, don't--

Okay. Okay.
That's enough.

Let's get back
to the office and see

if we can unexplode this bomb.

So, I will see you
later tonight.

At the restaurant.
Where I made reservations.

Ooh.

I like my man
with a little swag.

Was it too much?
I can tone it down.

We don't have
to go out, we--

You are adorable.

You are adorable.
Adorably lame.

I don't know
what she sees in you, man.

I don't care for you
spying on me

in my place
of employment.

And I don't care...
at all.

Do you think I want

to watch you playing
Magnum P. Almost

with a woman so,
so far out of your league?

She'll probably break up
with you in, like, a month.

I'm taking
a different elevator.
Oh.

Those are
out of service.

Oh, hi. Going up?

Cute mustache.
Is it real?

Do your parents know
you're down here? Hmm?

Need me to call
someone for you?

Okay, these are
the most overdue invoices...
Okay.

...the Connelly contract,
which needs to be signed,

and at the bottom there,
I've included the brief

you requested
for the Waters hearing.

There are just
not enough hours

in the day to handle
all of this.

Welcome to my world.
Okay, well, Francey,

you do know that
I appreciate everything

that you've been doing,
and I--
Tell me about it at lunch.

Okay.
I just sent a call
to your office.

Oh, my God. Okay.
There you go. Sorry.

Wow.
She seems frantic.

As are we all.

Oh, hey.
A little birdie told me

that you have a date
coming up with "Judy"?

Yes, I do have a date.

Aw.
But I'm keeping
my private life

and my personal life
separate, so...

let's not talk about it.

I'm not gonna be Lyle,
parading around at work

making kissy faces

and knitting
my own sweaters.
Okay.

Oh, uh, Susan wanted
me to remind you

not to talk about
weather balloons

on your date.
What? I--

Oh, and don't drink any beer,
because it makes you--

Thank you. Not talking
about that. Thank you.

Susan, I'm flabbergasted
'cause you didn't choose

to tell me all that
in the first place.

The other side should've
never found out.

I made the executive decision
not to include it.

Uh-huh. And?

The file in Germany was sealed
because he was a minor.

And as part of the deal, he
agreed not to compete anymore.

It took Todd days
to uncover that information.

And it was a mistake
to hide it.

It would have seriously
prejudiced the jury

against him, Margaret.

- Okay, okay.
- Let's calm down.

We're all friends here.
Well, we're all lawyers here.

Well, some of us are lawyers,
but we're all here.

The mistake was not
suppressing the information.

The mistake was
not disclosing it to me

so that we could've prepared
our witness in court,

in case he got blindsided,
which he did.

Honestly,
you've been a little...

distracted.
Mm-hmm.

And you've been so insistent
that you don't need my help.

Okay, okay. You know what?

I think we're missing
the biggest question here,

which is how did
the other side find out

about the Germany stuff?

Because I barely found it,
and I'm me.

And they don't have a me.
Only I have me.

That is water under the bridge.

We are behind
and we need to pivot.

Susan, what was
your initial legal strategy?

To rely on the lack
of physical evidence

and the coach's
impeccable reputation.
Mm-hmm.

But now a seed of doubt
has been planted

about his character,
so we need a new tactic.

We are going
to provide

the jury
with an alternate suspect.

Todd.
Ow.

Have you been able
to identify

who else might have been
able to provide Nicole

with performance-enhancing
drugs?
Yeah.

Well, uh, there's,
uh, Petey Petersen

the strength and
conditioning coach,

Mary Jackson,
the nutritionist,

and the physiologist that
they bring in only for matches.

But we kind of vetted
all of them

and there didn't seem to be
any there, there, there.

Nope. Didn't need
the third "there" there.

Wait.
There? There.

We need to focus on
who has the most to gain.

For instance, Nicole.

Todd, find out
how easy it is

for a junior athlete
to gain access to PEDs.

Margaret, just to be clear.
This is still my case.

Yes. And I'm going
to help you win it.

Why are you letting her
get to you, anyways?

She's only trying to help--
I know.

I know the firm is failing

and that's why
she couldn't promote me.

But she didn't tell me
and she didn't warn me,

and so now I'm stuck here,

at this failing firm.
Stuck?

Why are you stuck?

Because if you
don't get promoted

to Senior Associate within
a certain time period,

people assume there's
something wrong with you.

That you're not smart enough
or good enough.

And even if I went
to another firm now,

it would be even harder,
so yes.

I have hit my sell-by date
and I am stuck.

I mean, can't hurt that
you're married to a zillionaire.

Todd, that is his money,
his career, his achievement.

Hey. Okay.
We're all in this together.

You know, we're a team, right?

I mean, all of us
except maybe Lyle.

His office is
right there, Todd.
No, no, no.

He's not in there, okay?

And seriously,
Lyle is now a liability.

He's a Lyle-ability.

What? Did he find
that Germany doping tidbit?

No. I did.

Is he on top of his game?
No. I am.

I mean,
I'm on top of my own game.

But, you know, actually,
I'm on top of his, too.

He's too busy picking out china
patterns with his girlfriend

to be a serious detective.

In fact,
you know what?

Maybe he leaked
my big Germany find

to the opposition just
to cut me off at the knees.

Oh, come on, Todd,
he wouldn't do that.

Oh, sure he would.

One day,

very, veh-reh soon,
I am going to eclipse him

as lead detective.

And he's just gonna be,
you know, working at the zoo.

Okay, Lewis, give
this to Stanley.

Oh, no.
He's gone.

I know, I know.
It hurts me, too.

Okay, give it to, um,
Caro-- Oh, no. Gone, too.

Barbara.
Barbara.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes.

Give it to Barbara.
Barbara.

Oh, and, uh, Joanne,

can you please
call down to HR

and Accounting right away
and tell them

we are absolutely
not taking a holiday--

Boo.
Oh!

Gus.
Hi.

Hello.
Hi, hi.

What are you doing here?

We have dinner plans?

What d--

Oh, my gosh.
Yes, tonight.

Oh. I completely forgot.

It's all right, it's all right.
We're not too late.

We still got
20 minutes to get there.

No, no, no, no. I-I can't
possibly go anywhere.

I've got the file,
and I got Susan's case

and I've got Brenda...
Brenda, uh...

Sorry, Gus, can you
please follow me?

Aren't you
name partner now?
Well--

Shouldn't you have someone
picking up after you?

And burning the midnight
oil in your place?

Sort of.
Um, Gus, please.

You have been
name partner for what?

15 years?

And-and you can just
coast through the day

and go out to dinner
whenever you want, but...
Well--

I just walked
through that door.

Look, all this work
will still be here

in two hours.

Okay? Come on,
let's go eat.

Gus, I really can't.
Please understand.

Look, you're gonna burn
yourself out.

Well, either I burn out
or this firm burns down.

Oh, Gus.

Wait a minute.

Did you wear
that tie for me?

Yes, I did.

Oh, I love it.
And I'm starving.

Can we...

Can I bring
some work to dinner?

No!

It's a $600 dinner.

And the tables
are-are like,

are like, really tiny.

Okay, well, I-I will
make it up to you.

Oh.
No, I promise,
I promise.

Okay, it will be romantic,

and spontaneous
and 100% work free.

Fine.
Okay.

Wait,
where are you going?

I'm going to dinner.

I'll call you later.

Please, just drive me home.

I worked a double
in the ER today.

No. Now, about those PEDs--

Todd. You may not have been
genetically blessed,

but steroids are not the answer.

Very funny.
Did you talk

to that sports doctor
at the hospital?

I did.
And he said that, apparently,

PEDs are all over
the sports community.

Anybody can get them,
and you don't need

a prescription--
you just need money.

Well, how over is all over?

A local high school
baseball coach got caught

handing them out
to his players.

PEDs are the new steroids.

They're not as sexy,

but they're just
as likely to cause stroke,

cancer, and everybody's
favorite, death.

So, it's...
The hell?

Okay, yeah, sure.

Just walk away
as I dole out

medical expertise.

I love being ignored.

Hey, what's this
about you having a date

with coffee girl?

Is the apartment gonna be
free when that happens?

"Confidential investigation
results from Todd Wright"?

Oh, my God.

Lyle is sharing
my investigative work

with the other side.

He is cutting me off
at the knees.

Okay.

No.

Ah, red.

Okay. Okay.

Blue envelope?

A burner phone?

Todd!

Where are you?

Come to the conference room,
please, right away.

You're late.

Okay.

You paged me?
Across the whole office?

That was very violating.

How tragic for you.

Now, please,

tell us
what you've learned about PEDs

and how Nicole could've
gotten them.

You can get them
practically anywhere.

Wide availability. Wide.

Margaret, I-I think we should
put Nicole on the stand.

Try and break her.

Get her to admit something,
anything,

that will tip the scales
with the jury in our favor.

I love your enthusiasm.

I sense a "but" approaching.

But...
And there it is.

...putting a minor
on the stand is not a good idea.

The jury won't like it,

and, obviously,
her parents won't go for it.

They are very overprotective.

Wait, they're Gen Xers?
Oh, they hover.

Well,
they're not wrong.

I-I would never

put my own child
on the stand.

You have literally
put Allison on the stand,

multiple times.

Well, she's an adult... ish.

Anyway,
I never understood

this whole generation X, Y, Z.

I mean, what am I considered?

You're a boomer.
You're a boomer.

Oh. Well,
a-aren't they 80 years old

and yelling "get off my lawn"
all day?

No. Well, you're technically
a baby baby boomer.

You barely made the cut,
but you're just into, you know,

paying your dues
and adhering to a hierarchy.

Ugh.
Oh.

Okay, what are you two?

We're millennials.

I mean, some say that we think

the world owes us something.
Some say.

Well, that tracks.

Anyway,
I would like

to suggest that we bring Nicole
in for questioning.

Have a deposition
with her parents present

under the guise of

"we don't want to put a minor
on the stand."

And then, if she says
anything incriminating...

Then we have
our alternate suspect.

Exactly.

That's good. That's good.

What is that sound?

Oh, it's awful, is that...

Pokémon music?
It is Pokémon music, actua--

Oh, my God! I got to go.
Oh, my God.

Something's happening!

Hello? Hello?

Hello. Uh, what the...

Uh...

"Package in G shop"?

G shop?

Gift shop.

Hey, Jude.
Hi, what's up?

Whoa. Okay. Yeah.
Sorry.

This is... this is exciting.

Sorry.

And you are just
letting him do this?

Uh, has anyone been
in here lately?

Plenty of people.
Me, her, y-you.

No, like,
anyone suspicious.

You're suspicious.

Not today, Millicent, okay?

This is the guy
you're going on a date with?

- Yes.
- Has anyone come in here

and left anything behind
or hid anything or...

Oh, my God.

Yes, yes, yes!

Okay, I got to go. I got to go.
I got to go, okay?

Okay.
Wait a minute.

We're still on for dinner
tomorrow night, right?

Yeah.

Fantastic. Okay.
Bye.

You sure about this? Him?

So sure.

"Tuesday, 3:00 p.m.

Wait for the signal."

3:00 p.m.?

Oh, my God.

Ready for pickup.

Ulysses Jones.

R. Waters. Nancy McMasters.

Ivan Deyote.

Here you go.

Have a good day.

"Wait for signal."

For the last time,

ready for pickup.

Ulysses Jones.

R. Waters.

Nancy McMasters.

Ivan Deyote.

What is this?
Who placed these orders?

I don't know
what's going on.

This is so annoying.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
Think I need a pen.

Need a pen.

Ulysses Jones.

- R. Waters.
- U...

Nancy McMasters.
R...

N...

Ivan Deyote.

I. U-R-N-I.

Deyote.

U-R-N-I Deyote.

U.R...

...an idiot.

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ Life is sweet... ♪

- What a dummy.
- Good morning.

Crest, Folding & Wright.

What?

Are you sure?

Oh, my goodness.

Okay, uh...
What's happening?

Uh...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Mr. Burton.

Um, Todd Wright was
hit by a car.

He's in the hospital.

What?
Uh...

I guess he was
leaving a restaurant

somewhere last night,

and he stepped off of a curb,

and he was in ICU all night.

I don't even know
if he's...

Hello? Yes.

Oh, God. Oh, no. Okay.

I-I'll find Margaret.

I'll find her. Oh, God.

Oh, God, no. Oh, God.

Oh, God, oh, no. Oh, God.

"Condolences upon
the loss of your son"?

Oh, my God. Oh, no.

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

Where's Margaret?
I have to get to the hospital.

To the morgue.
I-I got to find Margaret!

Doughnut party at Lyle's.

Who's the I. Deyote now?

You will pay for this.

And you will never get
the better of me.

So "doughnut" try.

Nicole, have you ever
knowingly taken PEDs?

No. Are you kidding me?

Why would I ever be that stupid?

I don't know.
Money, fame, glory?

Are you for real right now?

You look nice and then
come at me all salty.

Take several seats.

- Nicole, let's keep this civil.
- Berta.

Our daughter's just
expressing her truth.

Let her speak.

I don't cheat

because I don't have to.

I've been getting up
at 4:00 a.m. to practice

since I was ten.

Money, fame and glory
were my destiny

until Coach Tom
took them from me.

Your destiny, that's
a very Gen Z concern, isn't it?

Ugh, millennials,
you think you know everything,

but in the end
you're just simps.

Oh. Susan, if I may.

Margaret, is "simps" short
for "simple"?

I have no idea what it is.
Mm-mm.

Um, Nicole.

You are not a normal
teenager, are you?

What the hell does that mean?

Please, please.

Your life,
I would imagine,

is very regulated.

It is scheduled
down to the last minute

and highly supervised.

Facts.

Facts, facts

that-that I am sure

not many people your own
age would understand

what it's like to be you.

Seriously? You're
trying to finesse me

and thought that'd work?

I don't know
which one of you is worse.

Cringe millennial being sus,

or a boomer
so out of touch

that she actually thinks
she gets it.

Good point.

Um, but you know,
my own children...

Oh, I'll bet
they turned out super.

Let me guess. You fed them
Pop-Tarts and candy for dinner.

Well, no, actually,
I was the first mother

on the block to
introduce tofu burgers.

"On the block"?
Mm-hmm.

Okay, boomer. Try again.

Nicole,
can you try to answer the--

Fine!

Sure.

Is it my imagination,

or does she need a time-out?

I would ground for a month,
at least.

Nobody can understand
my life, no one.

Not Coach Tom,
not Petey,

that creeper strength
and conditioning coach.

They're all losers, and
the only people I can trust

are my parents.

And can I go now?
I'm done.

This ain't it, chief.

Gotcha.

Your client has ruined

our daughter's perfect,
beautiful life.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

Ladies.
Thank you.

That girl...

is a monster. Yeah.
Is a monster.

Yes, and I hate to say it,
but...

Susan, I believe her.

Me, too.

With an ego like that,
she would not even consider

that she needed PEDs to win.

So, then, who drugged her?

I think that we should
look into that-that creeper

strength and
conditioning coach.

Mm.

Okay.

This is where I used
to take tennis lessons?

I don't remember this place
at all.

Oh, you were young

and not strong enough
to hold a tennis racket.

You kept dropping it
and falling down.

The instructor asked us
if you were blind.

What? How old was I? Two?

12, but it was very embarrassing
for your father and me.

We had to stop the lessons
and quit the club.

I'm surprised you didn't have
to defect to another country.

Well, we talked about it.
Ha, ha. Okay.
Look, there he is.

The strength and conditioning
coach, Petey Petersen.

Why don't you go chat
him up and distract him

while I go--
Why don't you go chat him up?

Look, lady, I'm apparently
very questionable

on the tennis court, and
I am going to illegally snoop

into his office,
so if you want that task...

I am not dressed for this.

You are dressed for
a cocktail party on the Moon.

Go.

Okay, good session.

We're gonna work on that core
again tomorrow. All right?

Hello.

Can I help you?

I am seeking some advice

for-for my son.

Sure.
He's 12,

and he's extremely clumsy.

Weak. Sickly.
Arms like twigs.

Can barely run

in a straight line.

I-I was wondering--

I don't think I can help you.

I only train gifted,
athletic kids.

No, no, no, he's not that,
no, no.

Uh, maybe he needs
a strong dose of those PEDs.

Hey, lady, that sort of thing

can get you
into serious trouble.

Oh, what if I told you
that money was no object?

Oh, what if I told you
I'm gonna call the cops?
Okay, I hear you.

Pow.

I'm strong enough to
hold a tennis racket.

Okay, all right.

I'm putting it
into the filing cabinet, yes?

Attention, attention please.

The Atlas Tennis Center is
closing early

due to an electrical problem.

Please make your way
to the exits.

Oh, come on.

I will see you later.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I'm aborting the mission.
We'll have to try again later.

Couples tennis coaching?
I'm not doing that with you.

Well, I didn't ask.

You should be so lucky.

I have an incredible
two-handed backhand.

How? Why? You're too good
at too many sports.

Darts, bowling,
tennis. It's weird.

Stop being good
at everything.

Well, I was born
this way, Todd.

And anyway, I don't think
that that strengthening coach

is our suspect.
Okay, well,

there is a suspicious
nutritionist.

A suss-tritionist.

I wasn't gonna say that.
Ha, ha, ha.

A suspicious nutritionist?

A suss-tritionist.
Mary Jackson RDN.

I don't know,
big locked file cabinet?

There's gotta be something
in there.

So you're gonna go back
and break into it?

No, apparently my mom has
a big plan for that. Long story.

What are you eating?
What is this? It's good.

My leftovers.

Aren't you going out to dinner
with Judy tonight?

Yes. My God, I have a date.

Wow, calm down.

Why don't you eat
your own lunch?
What lunch?

There's a bag in the fridge
with your name on it.

There is?
No, there's not.

Okay, but there is.

Oh, my God, wait, did
my mom pack me a lunch?

She hasn't done that
since fifth gra--

Lyle.
Wow.

That is not coming off.

And that's just
moisturizer?

Mm-hmm.

So... so you're-you're okay?

Everything is--
Everything's fine.

Fine, yeah.
Everything's great.

Do you like the restaurant?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Good.

Oh, there's the waiter.

Oh, excuse me.

So, um, uh,
about your, about your hand...

What? Oh, sorry.

Oh, okay,
it's-it's both of them.

Oh, oh, my hands?
These hands?
Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no.
They're fine.

It's just a weird
allergic reaction to

a tanning bed, for hands.

You're tanning your hands?

Yes, of course, don't you?

Just have to do it
in moderation,

so you don't get hand cancer.

Huh?

Uh, the...

the back of your head
is also pink.

It is?
Yeah.

How did it get on
the back of my head?

How did what
get on the back of your head?

Okay, look, the truth is
I'm pink all over.

And I can barely do makeup,
obviously,

and I am involved
in a prank war at work

with my archnemesis,

and one of us may die very soon.

I love it.
You do?

Now, tell me everything.

Okay, well, um,

first of all,

he totally started it,

and then I made it
rain doughnuts, which was, um...

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mabel ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

Alex?

Mabel? Who's Mabel?

Lyle, I have to talk to you.

Did you let the air
out of my tires yesterday?

Yes, but this isn't about that.

I went to a restaurant
last night.

I drove home on four flats.

Perfect. Yes!

But there was a woman
at the restaurant,

and her name was Mabel...

I could have swerved
off the road, I could have died.

Don't be so dramatic.
And why did you keep driving?

But listen to me,
Mabel was Alex.

Your Alex.

But she had different hair

and no glasses, but it was her,

and all these nerdy
what seemed like co-workers

were calling her Mabel.

No.

What?
I don't know
what you're up to,

but this is not funny.

It's too far.
No, no.

I'm not pulling pranks
on your personal life.

You ruined my first date
with Judy.

Good.
I still have pink stuff
coming out of my--

Look, it doesn't matter, okay?

Alex isn't who
she says she is.

I tailed her home,
but nothing...

You followed my girlfriend home?

Did you even do
a background check on her?

No. I'm not snooping
on the woman I am in love with.

I, of course, looked at
her credit score

and built a minor
background portfolio.

And?
And nothing.

Now, get out of my office!

Oh. Uh...
Are you kidding--

Are you serious?
Sorry.

Yeah, sorry.

I put glue on your stuff.

Get out.
Okay, I'm leaving.

Out.
I'm going. Just don't
water that plant.

♪ I've got the edge ♪

♪ I've got the look ♪

♪ I got that intuition
keep you on the hook... ♪

Good game, good game, good game.
Good game.

Nice game. Mm-mm-mm.

Well, I gotta hand it to you.

I did not see this coming.

When you said "surprise
afternoon date," I thought,

you know, lunch, wine, hotel.

Well, there's still time
for all those things.

Wait, wait, wait.
Does... does that mean

you're taking the rest
of the day off?

Oh, well, I am
impressed, Wright.

Well, I can be spontaneous
and carefree

when given enough time
to plan and prepare.

See you tomorrow,
Mary.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

Mary.

Okay. Okay.

We can do this.
Ready?

Uh, Gus,
could you just follow me

over this way
for a second, please?

No, no, I just have
to check on something.

It's just right over here.
Sure. Sure.

All right.
Just follow me. Thanks.

Everyone got home, right?

Thanks.

♪ Watch out now ♪

♪ Ow! ♪

Okay.

Uh, okay.

Okay, Mary. Okay, great.

Um, uh...

Okay.

Oh, okay.

Never mind, never mind.
Let's go, let's go.

Okay.

No.

Her parents signed
a HIPAA authorization

permitting the disclosure
of all medical records,

so any information
inside of that file cabinet

should have been turned over
to me during discovery.

Yes, okay.

It's okay, Gus.

Yes, break down that door.
What?

Oh, God. No.
That's crazy. You're right.

This is insane.

No...

Technically,
they are concealing evidence.

They are breaking the law,

and I am just breaking it
right back.

Okay, so yes, Gus.
Smash it down.

Are you working right now, huh?
Uh...

Is this part of some-some case?

And-and you...

you're willing
to break and enter?

What, who are you? Todd?

You're right, you're right,
but I need something

inside of that office.

But you know what?
I am not a criminal.

But maybe if you were
to go in there...
Maybe if me what?

Are you seriously
in such dire straits right now

that you'd be willing
to turn me out as a felon?

Come on, let your firm die.

There are ten others
you could go to tomorrow.

Not as a name partner.

If I leave now,
I am right down that ladder,

and I'm not getting another
shot at this stage in my career.

I'm leaving.
No, wait, Gus.

Please, I just need your help.
No, no, no, don't!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh! Oh!

Well, okay.
Door was open, yeah.

Go ahead and loot.

It is not looting,

and, technically,
I am in the right.

And I don't believe for a second
that you wouldn't have done

the exact same thing at
an earlier point in your career.

Never.

Okay, well, technically,
for a few hours,

I did dognap a beagle.

Okay, it may feel wrong,

but it is not wrong.

File... where's the...

Here's the key.

Right where Todd said
it would be.

I'm going to do this.

Stop!

Oh, my God, Gus.

Don't scream like that.

You're the one who screamed.

Well, if you want
plausible deniability,

just close your eyes.

I'm not representing you
if you get arrested.

And I really hate that
I'm getting turned on by this.

Oh! There's her file.

Okay.

All right. So, Gus.

If you want

the hotel and wine part
of this adventure,

move it.
Oh, I'm moving it.

Okay.
I'm not gonna stay
at the scene of a crime.

Grab the bags.
What?

Wait, Gus.

Wait, it wasn't a crime.

So...

you had an okay time?

Oh, my God. Are you kidding?

Rushing out of dinner
to follow some mysterious woman,

like, it was a dream.

Mm-hmm.
But did you, did you ever
figure out her deal?

No. Not really.

Not yet,
and I think I'm worried

for Lyle,
if that's possible.

I just...
I know what it's like

to be involved with someone
and have them lie to you.

And try to destroy you.

Uh, well, I'd love to hear
more about that, but, um...

Oh. Hey, what's going on?

Alex doesn't have
any parking tickets.

I have been with her

when she got a parking ticket.

An expired meter.

But according to the DMV,

Alex Parker has never had
a single parking citation.

In her whole life.

All the hairs
on the back of my neck

just stood up.

Something is not right.

So, Alex's "forensic accounting"
business website

says she's been incorporated
since 2017,

but WebTimeNet says

her site didn't even become
active until 11 months ago.

Her car and apartment are
both being paid

by the same offshore LLC,

which is private
and inaccessible.

We have to--

Cross-reference the LLC

with other businesses

in Oregon.

This subterfuge and
cloaking is next-level.
Hmm.

I'm just hoping
she's not a serial killer.

My God, are you kidding me?

I'm hoping
she is a serial killer.

That would be so awesome.

I mean,

not for you, or any victims,

but in general.

Have you looked into
Alex's medical history?

Yes. And no,
she doesn't have one.

What?
No doctor, no dentist.

No co-pays, no insurance.

Great, so she's a robot,
like my brother.

Better than a serial killer.

Get my zip drive
out of the cabinet?

Of course.

My bad. Sorry.
That was actually, um...

That was meant for, um, you.

That was supposed
to be for you.

All right.

We just need

a second
medical opinion.

Did your previous
medical consultant inform you of

Nicole's extremely low
iron levels in her blood?

Yes, but he said
that wasn't

uncommon for girls Nicole's age

because, obviously,
they're starting

their menstrual
cycles.

Mm-hmm, exactly.
But did he also mention

her sub-optimal
vitamin D levels?

Because those markers,
in combination,

could indicate PED use.

Let's see.
These records go back...

four years.

The exact length of time
Nicole was training

with the coach.

Okay, but these
blood reports

that you already had

in evidence, it looks like

these were shared
by her pediatrician

from five
years ago,

and they show the same

iron and vitamin D
deficiencies.

From five years ago?
Mm-hmm.

That's one year before

she started training
with Coach Tom.

Yeah, so, if I'm reading
these correctly,

she was on
performance enhancing drugs

long before Coach Tom
came into the picture.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What was that that
Nicole said when she was

here for
her deposition?

What didn't she say?

Um, it's all right here.

Uh-huh.
You're welcome,
by the way.

Yes, thank you, sweetheart.

Yes, there--
uh, there it is.

Right there,
right there. Um...

"They are in charge of my day.

"They prep and plan
my every meal.

I don't have to think about it
because they do it for me."

Her mothers. Do you think...

I would just
like to point out

that this is
yet another case

that I've
cracked for you,

as I did,
seemingly, last week.

They controlled
every aspect of her life.

Controlling mothers.

Hmm, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

Well, maybe I can
"sus" and "cringe"

one of Nicole's moms
into admitting

that they drugged
their own daughter.

And if that doesn't work,
I can throw Pop-Tarts at them.

Wait a minute.

Maybe that is what we do.

Use our different perspectives

to throw her moms off balance.

Are you suggesting we play

millennial cop, boomer cop?

Well, eventually,
they're bound to slip up.

And when
Nicole sees

what they have
done to her, oh...

That will
pull the pin

in a gigantic
Gen Z grenade.

Facts.

I broke into her car
and I found this in her bag.

Look, I took a picture
before I put it back.

That's a
fingerprint.

That's
my fingerprint.

That's my rare arch.

This is very James Bond
and incredibly cool,

but, like, what is she doing?

I can't keep ignoring

her phone calls
and text messages,

but I can't
look her in the face.

I don't know what to do.
I don't--

Okay, okay, we will
figure this out. Together.

We're a... a team.

Under specific circumstances

and for limited
time periods only.

Deal.

Let me check
my access log.
Yeah, okay.

Oh, God.

She's been snooping
all over the firm,

in every computer,
posing as me.

Alex, damn it.

Mabel, damn it.
But... hey, hey, hey, hey.

What if we added
a new computer to the network?

A new computer with
its own fingerprint lock.

A computer she
hasn't accessed yet.

Yes, yes. Okay,
why don't you send

Alex a very
specific text?

Um, sorry for
the radio silence,

blah blah blah,

there's been
some IT issues

at work, new user, new login,

etcetera, etcetera, etcetera,

and you've been very busy.

Laying a trap.

Exact-o.

Todd?

Todd, honey, I need my keys.

Todd?

Todd? Oh.

Oh.

So careless.

I-I know, I know.

Just... don't say anything.

Ignore it.
We'll just move forward.

All right, counsel,
love that sparkly suit.

Are you
ready to begin?

Uh...

Yes.

Ms. Smith, would you
consider yourself

an involved parent?

Yes, very much so.

Both Kathleen and I
are quite involved.

Well, back in my day, parents
were a lot more hands-off.

In fact, our children
were free-range.

That's not
how it's done today, is it?

I think we've all learned
from the mistakes of the past.

We are very much hands-on.

Hands on

to the point of obsession?

Objection.

Oh. Withdrawn.

Withdrawn.

Ms. Smith,

would you mind
if I enter into evidence

blood tests from
the past five years?

I'm sorry, what?

Test results,

five years' worth.

Berta, don't we object to
entering blood work so we...

I'm entitled to enter them,
and so I'm going to.

There's nothing
you can do about it.

Ms. Smith,
you were aware

that the use of PEDs leaves
a telltale sign in the blood,

a vitamin D and
iron deficiency?

Um, I did not know.

Ms. Smith,

would you please read
the blood results

from October 9,
five years ago.

Silly boomer,
I forgot my glasses.

"Blood found
to have--"

Louder, please.
I can't hear you.

"Blood found to have a
noticeable and uncharacteristic

deficiency of
vitamin D and iron."

And correct me
if I'm wrong,

which I just know
you'd love to do,

but wasn't Nicole only training

with Coach Tom
for only four years?

So, these results
would've been from before that.

Ms. Smith, were your
parents hard on you?

They just
wanted me to earn

the things I had,
no free rides.

But you wanted Nicole
to have every break

and every advantage
that you could give her.

And, to ensure
that you did that,

you controlled
every aspect

of her life. Isn't that correct?

We wanted the best for Nicole.

You wanted
the best,

or you wanted her
to be the best?

I wa...

I'm...

You controlled
when she practiced,

not Coach Tom.

And you controlled
when she slept,

not Coach Tom.

You controlled

what she ate, not Coach Tom.

Isn't this
true?

Yes. And so what?

We made sure
Nicole was happy and--

And, remember,
we have

five years of
blood results.

It is all going to
come out, Kathleen,

so why don't you
just admit it now?

You were the one

hiding PEDS in Nicole's
food this entire time,

not Coach Tom.

Yes.

My wife knew
nothing about it.

And when Nicole started
winning, I just...

didn't have the heart
to take that away from her.

And now,
you'll never know,

and more importantly,
she'll never know,

if she was good enough
to reach the top on her own.

Thank you.

Your Honor, my clients would
like to drop their suit,

and they're
offering to pay

Coach Tom's legal fees

in exchange
for leniency.

Well, Margaret, thanks
for winning that case.

Oh, come on, Susan,
we won it together.

And I am sorry

if I stepped on
your toes earlier.

Yeah, ouch.

Sorry for being
so stubborn

about working
together.

Oh, and also, about
that gift basket...

Uh-huh?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You are right.

The firm has needed
all of my attention,

and I do wish that
I could help you faster.

It's... it's so
interesting that

you say that,
because Beverly is

willing and able
to help me now.

Susan, be careful.

With Beverly.

She promises

the world-- with me, too--

but the reality
turned out to be different.

I'm not blind, Margaret.

I know who Beverly is.

And what
she's offering

may well be a lie,

but at least
she's offering me something.

Mmm.

Have a nice night.

You, too.

Good evening.

Oh, Gus.

Oh, my God, did we
have plans again?

Did I forget again?
No, no.

No, no, no, no.

This is me being spontaneous.

Look, you--
you have work.

I get that.
It was wrong of me

to try and make
you take time off,

so I'm just going
to hang around

distracting you and soaking up

any spare moments
you can toss my way.

Oh, and I, uh, I brought dinner.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Gus.

Wait, is that from Papa Haydn's?

Of course.
Oh...

Now, come on,
let's go.

Come on, get
back to work,

and I'll be over here eating,
and when you have time,

you can just come on over

and grab
a bite.

I don't want
you shirking

your responsibilities,
young lady.

Oh, Gus.

Hello, "Alex."

If that is
really your "name."

It's not.

My real name is
Agent Ariel Josephs.

FBI.

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