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Previously on So Help Me Todd...
Do you want to have dinner?

Yes. I-I do.

- What is that?
- Folding wanted it.

Lapland?

Merritt Folding chews
gum from Lapland?

I want you to understand
that I'm all in on you.

Alex isn't
who she says she is.

She's been snooping
all over the firm,

in every computer posing as me.

Hello, "Alex."

My real name is
Agent Ariel Josephs,

FBI.

But, please, let me explain.

Two years ago, the
FBI received a tip

that a judge in Portland
was taking bribes.

Very large bribes.

I was part of a team
sent out to investigate,

working undercover,

embedded in every law firm
and court across the city.

And then, two months ago,

I found him.

Judge Ezekiel Brixton
of the 12th District.

Draws a modest salary,
but has three homes,

fancy cars, private jet.

The more I looked
into him, the more

connections I found
with him and this firm.

Wait. This firm?
What are you saying?

I believe that someone here
at Crest, Folding & Wright

is bribing Judge Brixton.

Paying for verdicts.

Wealthy clients want
a favorable ruling?

The invisible broker
here gets it for them.

So, this whole thing,
your name, your job, us

this was all fake.

Everything but us.

Lyle, I love you.

And I didn't expect to... No.

- No. You... no.
- But...

Lyle...

Okay. A broker?

So, you're saying

someone here, at this
firm, owns a judge?

I can't say any more.

Well...

A broker?

- Well, well.
- Oh, good morning.

- Mwah.
- Hi. Mwah.

I need some of that in a mug

as big as my head.

You were rolling around,
kicking me all night.

I woke up every half hour,

worrying about paying
the office rent.

What is that?

Oh, yeah.

Delivery guy dropped it off
while you were in the shower.

Ooh.

Going someplace fancy?

Oh, God, no.

I bought those before
this whole mess.

Oh, Gus, don't touch them.
You're going to smudge them.

Gus, those are Louboutins.

Put them back. I have
to return them now.

You know, if your firm
is really that strapped,

I might have a job
that could help.

Working for you?
What kind of job?

Interviewing and
processing plaintiffs.

That Somaxic case
I won last month.

The company spewed
chemicals everywhere,

gave tons of people in
the community cancer.

But when my admittedly
enormous settlement

got leaked to the press,

suddenly a whole bunch
of people came forward

saying the company
got them sick, too.

Mm. And you'd need me
to vet them for you?

Interview and process?

All 163 of them.

- By Monday morning.
- Ooh. Oh.

For, uh, 275,000 bucks.

- $275,000?
- Yeah.

- By Monday morning?
- Yeah. Fairness hearing.

Deciding who gets
what. Can't be moved.

Oh, I'd have to bring
my whole office in

to work all weekend long,

- and they already hate me.
- It's all right.

I got a clearinghouse in Salem

that usually handles this
kind of thing. You know...

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

I didn't say no.
Yeah, I mean, here.

Sit down, sit down. Talk to me.

- Um, $275,000?
- Mm-hmm.

For one weekend of work?

Well, one weekend
of very hard work.

But I'm in charge.

What does that mean?
You're my boss?

For this weekend, oh, yes.

Fred. Again? Tennis
elbow is not a joke.

Okay?

No, don't.

Or, in your case,

tear-away-pants
elbow is not a joke.

It's messing with
my livelihood, Doc.

Okay. All right, I will
send you to radiology

for some films, but
put those back on.

You're gonna kill
Jorge, my radiologist.

Hi. I'm Dr. Grant,
and you're the one

who came in.
- With the cut on her hand? - Yeah. Hi.

It-It's small, but I worry

it might be a little infected.

No, it's good to be safe.

Um, if you want to just
take that bandage off.

- Mm-hmm.
- It looks okay.

Oh, wow. Beautiful ring.

I, uh, I used to have a
ring very much like that.

Sweetheart?

And a husband very much... Hi.

Like that. CHUCK: Hi.

Oh. H-hey, Al.

Hi, Chuck.

I wondered if you might be here.

This is my place of employment.

Wait, Dr. Grant.

As in Dr. Allison Grant?

The-the one and only.

Al, this is Elise, my fiancée.

Uh, we're-we're getting married.

I, uh... Oh, hon.

Um, are we gonna make

the cake tasting? Should we...?

- Oh, I'll call them, boo-boo.
- Okay.

Oh, Al,

love the hair.

Thanks. Yeah, yeah, um...

I, um...

Sorry, I just realized
that I need a form for you

that I don't have.

Allison?

You okay?

I need to just get away

from the whole
world for a while.

Yes, thank
you, and please email...

Someone here is a
broker up to no...

Oh!

Oh! Todd.

Good Lord.

Since when do you shop
at the 94 Cents Store?

Todd, I have to
return these beauties

mwah,

and I'm keeping them
incognito in this bag.

Speaking of incognito... I
don't want it to look like

I'm out buying shoes
while Rome burns.

Speaking of which... I am currently
still speaking of incognito.

Todd!

We are all going to have
to work this weekend.

Everybody.

All-hands-on-deck.
Every single one of us.

Goodbye, everyone.
Have a lovely weekend.

Except her?

Hmm. Another "business" trip?

Must be nice.

Yeah. Thank you.

A broker?

I-I-I know.

I... If... Okay.

Oh, oh.

It's the property manager
again, about the rent.

What do I say?

Oh. Give him to me.

Hello, Hal.

It's Margaret.

Yes, I know. Two
months behind in rent.

Yes, but-but-but I will have
the entire amount for you

by Monday morning.

Okay!

How exactly do you plan

to produce two months'
rent in two days?

Well, um, Francey.

I-I need you to send an
email to the entire staff

letting them know that we
will all be here working

the entire weekend.

Yes, a-around the clock.

I want you to order some food

and-and perhaps
some cots as well.

Cots? What
are you talking about?

I'm seeing Wicked this weekend.

I've already paid
for the tickets.

- I can't do it.
- Well, I am sorry,

because we don't have a choice.

We are all working here

this weekend,

including me, everybody,

and that is just the
way that it is...

Good morning.

Yes. That is right.

We are all working
here this weekend.

And if we don't show up

tomorrow morning, we
may as well not bother

showing up on Monday morning

because the firm and
our jobs won't be here.

No exceptions.

And, uh, thank you.

Is she kidding?

I can't believe
we have to work this weekend.

I have a date.

Lyle.

I just need a minute.

This is my real name
and my real birth date

and my Social, my...
everything about me.

I'm still the same person, Lyle.

Just 'cause my name is different
doesn't mean that I am.

You know the real me.

All I know is, I never
want to see you again.

Hey, Lyle.

Alex, eh, Mabel...

Ariel. What...?

What's happening?

Hey, what happened to your...?

Hey, Alex, Ariel!
Whatever your name is.

Hey, stop.

Look, whatever he said,
he didn't mean it.

H-He probably just
needs some time.

And time is the one
thing that I don't have.

They're calling me back to
D.C. I fly back Monday morning.

Wait, what, you do? Why?

We can't arrest Judge Brixton
without hard evidence,

and this broker,
whoever they are,

has carefully hidden

every single trace
of their financial...

Okay, but you can't
just bail on Lyle.

He totally loves you,

and he's so much better
to be around now.

Those plants and knitting
sweaters... Goodbye, Todd.

No, no, no, n-no. Hey, hey.

No. You're not leaving.
Uh, give me a dollar.

Hire me.

Right now. Come on.

What have you got to lose
if you've already lost?

I mean, do you love Lyle or not?

Look, nobody knows that
office better than me.

I'm your inside man.

You've just hired
Portland's best detective

to help you find your broker.

And you're not leaving
until this job is done.

Good morning. Uh, good
morning, everyone.

I just wanted to say

that, uh, I know it's
been really hard lately.

And, obviously, this
isn't how we all wanted

to spend our weekend... working.

But look around you.

Susan, Paulette, Lyle, Edna

we are more than just coworkers.

We are a community.

And I am only asking
this of all of you

so that I can prevent
further layoffs.

Every single job loss
cuts me twice as deep,

and as a token

of my gratitude,

I'm going to have coffee
and bagels sent up...

I'm not having coffee
and bagels sent up?

Company credit
card was declined.

And Sam's Bagels won't deliver

until we pay our back invoices.

Oh, okay.

It's just a minor setback.

So we will have
coffee and bagels

sent out from somewhere else.

Now let's all report

to our stations where you will
receive specific instructions.

Thank you. Lyle,
come with me, please.

Let's all get to
work!

Okay, all attorneys
whose last names

have three vowels, go to the...

Wait, is this really how
we're organizing this?

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

I am taking a huge risk
bringing you into this.

But you do have
access and information

that I haven't had
before. Just swear to me

that you will keep
this under wraps.

What? Are you
kidding me? Come on.

I'm a professional. I'm a vault.

This is a classified
federal investigation.

Yes, and I'm your protégé.

I want to know
how the FBI works.

Wait, do you have
a cyanide pill?

On you? Right now? Oh,

and bonus, I've already
cracked the case.

It's Beverly, obviously.

Who here has more
money than Beverly?

She's clearly raking in
cash by selling verdicts

to the highest bidder.

Trust me, it's Beverly.

I snuck into her
office yesterday

and found her travel itinerary.

And where was she
jetting off to?

Switzerland.

And you know what
they have there?

Swiss bank accounts.

And how is she really
affording this ritzy,

all-glam lifestyle?

She's your broker.

She owns Judge Brixton.

Todd?

It's not Beverly.

Hmm? I've been through
her files and her finances

and I haven't
found a connection.

- Oh.
- And also, you're thinking

way too obviously.

We're looking for
somebody less flashy,

less... public, more
under the radar.

Someone...

Well, someone like her.

Judy?

She doesn't even work here.

Exactly.

She has a tangential
relationship with the firm

but still has access.

Nobody would ever suspect her.

I'm dating her.

If she were the
broker, I would know.

Right. Like Lyle knew about me?

- Well, that's different.
- I'm sorry,

but how long have you known her?

And how much do you
really know about her?

I mean, where is even she even
from? Where does she live?

She lives...

Actually, I haven't
been to her place yet.

Where does she live?

But-but this is
ridiculous. Judy's not out

bribing judges. She doesn't
even believe in lawyers.

She only cares about dogs
and people and the planet.

And no one's ever used
money to help dogs

or people or the planet.

Judy?

So you're saying she's
profiting by bribing the judge,

then using the cash
for her causes?

Cleaning up the planet
with dirty money? No way.

It's not her. MARGARET: Todd.

Ugh.

Todd. There you are.

I have been looking
everywhere for you.

Oh, hello. Alex,
thank you so much

for offering to help
us out this weekend.

Todd, Lyle, the first
group of plaintiffs

is already in the
lobby, let's go.

Okay.

Now, you two are phase one.

You will monitor

all 163 plaintiffs as
they enter the building.

And then... and this
is very important

you must assess each individual
based on their trustworthiness.

You didn't hear this
from me, but apparently,

if you exaggerate your symptoms,
you can get more money.

You know, I heard if you
lie and say you have cancer,

you can get a huge payout.

I heard the same thing.

I've been doing
chemo for months.

Oh.

Sorry.

Ah. Susan.

Come with me.

Mm. Gus. Phase two?

Once we know who we
think we can trust,

Gus, Susan and I will
evaluate their legal standing.

If they have a legitimate
claim, phase three:

Their files will be evaluated by
our top secret medical expert.

No, Mom,

- it's too bright.
- Oh, Allison,

you can't sit here in the dark.

You're not a vampire.

You don't know that.

Allison, what is wrong?

- I need a hug.
- Oh...

Sweetheart.

I ran into Chuck
and his new fiancée.

We've been divorced
for five months

and he's getting
remarried already?

Oh, Allison, sweetheart.

That must have just
been so hard for you.

Well,

divorce is just
impossible, isn't it?

It's a nightmare.

Yeah, but we all know

you made the right decision,

Allison.

And Chuck and this
Elise... they seem happy...

Wait, how do you know her name?

Well, I, I am still in
my book club with-with

with Chuck's mother, and,
well, we were reading

uh, Ode to a Sad,
Disastrous Daughter,

which I think you might
like, by the way...

Then, you knew about this
and you didn't tell me?

Well, I didn't want to upset
you. I thought you might...

Okay, if you want me to continue
to work for you all weekend,

you need to leave this cave

right now before I open a
can of whoop ass on you.

Can of whoop... Get out!

Bagel and schmear.

I'm just kidding.

You want a bagel? Hi.

- Hey. Hi.
- Oh, hi.

- Hi.
- What's up?

Oh. Oh.

Nice to see you.

Judy.

If that really is
your name.

But seriously.

I don't really know
that much about you,

so where

where exactly

do you live?

Okay, well, um, I live,

I live pretty close to work, - actually.
- Mm-hmm?

R-Really close, in, like, a

a giant loft?

Actually...

I've been planning
to talk to you

about where I
live. Oh, my gosh.

A-Are those the bagels?

Sam's Bagels delivered?

When did these arrive?

Oh, n-n-no, these are
actually left over

from another floor
in the building.

Yeah, I'm urban harvesting.

And if you put them
in the microwave

with a wet paper towel,
they won't be so stale.

All right.

Oh, thank
you, thank you.

Um... oh, and please
bring up more coffee.

Wait, who do I see
about the payment?

Oh, I think Francey's
actually handling that.

- Francey?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, okay.

She's downstairs in one
of her secret meetings.

- Secret meetings?
- Yeah.

What secret meetings?

Francey? Pretty, dark
curly hair? Uh-huh.

She's been having a lot of talks
with these two guys in suits.

Is it Francey?

Francey.

It makes sense.

She's so overworked
and so underpaid.

Maybe she's only staying
so she can get cases

in front of Judge Brixton and
reap the financial rewards.

Maybe she's the one
jetting off to Switzerland.

No one would ever
suspect Francey.

Todd.

Are you talking into your watch?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Uh, that's just how I keep
my thoughts organized.

Taking notes for a case.

- Cool.
- Looking for someone.

But I can't talk about it.

But it's a big deal.

But it's classified.

- And I'm a vault.
- Okay.

Whatever. I'm not... Okay,

someone in my office
is bribing a judge.

Which is a crime.
Like, a real one.

Federal. Which is
the "F" in FBI.

Bribing a-a judge?

And now me and Alex...
who is not Mabel

who you saw at the restaurant
but is actually Ariel

we are trying to
figure out who it is.

Well, how do you know this
"Ariel" is actually in the FBI?

Well, I saw her badge.

Okay, but any dum-dum
with a 3D printer

can make a fake badge,
and didn't, didn't she lie

to your friend for months?

Why are you trusting
someone you barely know?

Well, she told me
not to trust you.

Oh, you, you definitely
shouldn't trust me.

Yeah, 'cause I'm this little
compromised sleeper cell agent

with a deadly agenda.

Please don't tease me like
that. I will get too excited.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, the
other guy's here now.

What? Who are these
guys, and what is she doing?

Damn, I need to be closer so I
can hear what they're saying.

Huh. I think I can
help with that.

Huh? Yeah.

All right.

I have the
next batch of, uh

oh, hello, Allison.

Are you working in
the dark on purpose?

Looks like you have
gravy on your face

and shirt

and sleeve.

Are you hiding from the world?

Yes.

Me, too.

Do you want to join me?

What happened to you?

I ran into my ex
yesterday, and he's happy.

- Mm, I am so sorry.
- Yeah,

he's great, you know, he's
fine, but at the end of the day,

we didn't have a
real connection.

He didn't really get me. You
know what I mean?

We just weren't meant to be.

We didn't really click
ever, it wasn't right.

It just wasn't right. It
wasn't... I don't know.

Whatever.

Wait a minute.

How did Violet Parton
get chemo six months ago,

but she had a baby last week?

That... no pregnant
woman is getting chemo.

Is this a mistake?

It could be a mistake.

Well, no, i-it sounds great.

I mean, um, e-everything
sounds pretty good...

Is this a
secret passageway?

Where are we?

This is a massive
betrayal for me to do this,

so it better be worth my while.

How much are we talking?

Oh, my God.

Francey is the broker.

Okay, I am looking
for a Lasagna,

first name Barbara? All
right, come with me.

I can't believe that's
your real name. Lasagna?

Okay, we need to
search Francey's desk.

I think we pull the fire alarm.

Clear the place. Or we
start an actual fire

and come, like, crashing through the
ceiling or... Hey, Todd? I'm FBI.

We don't do that.

Okay, so how would
the FBI do it?

Subtle. Small. Secret.

Got it. Totally got it.

Oh, dear, oh, my, oh, no. Oh.

Uh, I'll get it. Don't worry.
I'll just clean this up.

Okay...

Let's
see what's in here.

What's in here?

Well, what's - this key for?
- Todd.

Huh? Oh.

Hey. Sorry, just a little,

uh, java mishap.

Uh, you know me. Butterfingers.

Our plaintiffs have
already arrived and we have

over a hundred left to
do before...

Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry.

Uh, before Monday morning, so...

Attention,
Agent Todd, Francey's on the move.

- Secret meeting's over. Over.
- Oh, oh.

Cancel that song request.

Technology. So dumb.

You're not ready to take
over the world yet, robots.

Okay. Uh, got to go.

Francey's having
secret meetings?

Hmm.

It's definitely a lock box key

or some sort of safe?

Does she have a private
place somewhere,

maybe on-site or...? Yes.

Oh.

The I.T. closet.

Lyle and Francey's
exclusive nerd dungeon.

Huh. Wait, what?

When did they get
Pac-Man in here?

Anyway, there's a
bunch of hidden spaces.

Sure we'll find something.

Hey, look at this.

Use the key.

Bingo.

It's a legal brief. A
completed case filing.

Susan Yang was the
attorney of record and...

And the Honorable Ezekiel
Brixton was the judge.

This is absurd.

No mother in her right mind

would risk chemo
while also pregnant.

And no
doctor would allow it.

I've seen this a lot
in class actions.

This woman Violet Parton
is probably an opportunist.

She heard about the
gigantic settlement...

Oh, God, you don't have
to keep highlighting

"gigantic settlement."
We get it.

She doctored up
some medical files,

now she's trying to scam
her way into the pot.

Just strike her from the list.

One less claimant
taking a bite out of...

The humongous settlement.

Wait, in her file,

these are real receipts
from a real chemo clinic.

I've been there. This
is where Chuck's mother

got her breast cancer treatment.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Uh, this claimant Gary Myers,

also from the yes pile,

he was treated. - At the same clinic.
- So was this woman

Anne Walker.

Something is wrong here.

Has anyone seen my laptop?

Oh, my God. This is so exciting.

We're like actual spies.

Okay, her password is
"GoDucks," all one word.

Hasn't changed it since college.

So, uh, why'd you want
on this case so badly?

Well, because you're the
FBI and you needed my help.

Well, technically you demanded
that I hire you, but...

You're the authorities
and you came to me.

Okay, um, so this
case that Susan

was arguing in front of Brixton,

it was a financial matter

involving a Peter Chen?

What? Peter? Yeah, see.

That's her husband.

Well, Peter has some
questionable tax filings,

but the charges
did get dismissed.

Because Susan
greased the wheels.

Susan.

Maybe she's bribing
Judge Brixton

to cover up Peter's crimes.

Maybe that's how he
made all that money.

He's an international scofflaw.

Unless

wait, when's the last time

anybody actually saw Peter?

How do we even know he's alive?

What if Susan killed
Peter for the money

and Brixton helped cover it up?

Okay, I think you really need
to just calm down a little bit.

- All right.
- Okay, we're not

looking for an assassin.

Hey, I'm just trying
all the angles.

And how did Peter
make all that money?

He's got to be breaking
some laws, right?

Well, I mean, even the rich
can't get away with everything.

Un-Unless they're foreign
nationals who have...

Well, Peter's a foreign
national, he's Australian.

Bank accounts abroad...
Peter has bank accounts.

Or live on an island
somewhere... Well, he lives on

in international waters.

Waters? Wait, he lives on water?

It does get complicated
when suspects live on a boat

or reside in
international waters,

but that's just because the law

doesn't pertain... Gus
Easton lives on a boat.

A houseboat. My
mother's boyfriend.

He travels all the time

and he's always floating
back and forth to Seattle

and he's rich, although
you wouldn't know it

the way he dresses.

Gus. Gus? Gus.

How do we really know
he's a great attorney?

And why did he
actually leave Seattle?

Maybe he got caught
selling verdicts

to his corporate buddies

and dropping the spoils
into his Swiss bank account.

He's the broker. He's a mole.

He's a murderer!

No one has been murdered.

Right. Right?

Wait, but... Oh, my God.

He's working with
my mom right now.

This case, this weekend,
this whole thing is...

Oh, my God.

Maybe he's laundering
money through this firm.

How much money?

$275,000.

Well, now you're onto something.

We just need proof that
ties Gus to Judge Brixton.

26, 27. That makes
27 new claimants

who were all treated at
the same chemo facility

on the same day.

But that clinic
has only four beds.

It's not possible.

One fake claimant
is a coincidence.

Three is a pattern. 27...

It's sabotage. Yes, and, Gus?

This, uh, company that
you took down, Somaxic...

Yeah, and the settlement
was astronomically large.

Oh, my God. My money says

that Somaxic is trying
to slip fake claimants

into our pool, hoping
that we won't notice...

Zombie plaintiffs.

And when revealed...

Would taint the claimant pool,

making it look like
I didn't do my job.

Forcing the judge to
declare a mistrial.

- It's a Trojan horse.
- Full of zombies.

Ruining the payout for the
people who were actually harmed.

Yeah.

But we need proof.

The best way to get proof
is by bringing in...

Carina Speaks.

She's the scheduler
for the chemo clinic.

Bring in Judge Brixton? Here?

Yes, we'll break Carina down,

get her to admit
that Somaxic paid her

to schedule the fake
chemo appointments.

Yes, we bring in Brixton,

make him sit down
with Gus Easton...

And see if they know each other.

Mm! This is awesome!

This is awesome.

Oh, it's on. Oh, it's on.

Hi.

I should speak to Carina.

This is my case. I
brought you on, remember?

Yes, but that was before
I discovered the anomaly.

Once again, I
discovered the anomaly.

I spent three years

bringing this case to trial.

Okay, go. You do
it. But get answers.

And numbers.

I do this for a
living, you know.

And we need to know
how many zombies...

My case.

Oh, I cannot stand it.

Mom, relax.

Well, there's too much

riding on this, Allison.

How am I ever gonna know

what's going on in that room?

Um... Unless...

Yes, thank you.

What?

Thanks for coming
in on a Sunday.

Just a few questions for you.

That's all right.

I'm okay with that, it's
just, um, am I in trouble?

What? No.

No, it... it's just a formality.

Did you think you
were in trouble?

No. No?

No, no, no.

Just nervous, huh? Oh,
well, that's understandable.

Yeah, it's, it's a
huge case, right?

Well,
come on. Come on.

Oh. Hello.

Who are you?

Who am I? Who are you?

I'm Gus Easton.

I reserved this conference room.

I'm Ezekiel Brixton.

And I was told to
wait right here.

What? No.

Todd, I've lost Gus.

I don't know where he is.

Well, he's already in here,

but he and the judge don't
recognize each other.

- They're strangers.
- Okay.

I'm gonna figure this out.

Um, here, here, have a seat.

Um, yeah.

Yeah, have a seat here.

This, uh...

Uh...

I'll be right back.

So, are you two
working together, then?

I've never seen that
man before in my life.

So he's the good cop
and you're the bad cop?

I'm not a cop at
all, I'm a judge.

A judge? Oh, God.

- Where's your mother?
- Oh, my God.

I discovered that
anomaly, right?

That was me?

Yeah, fine. Where's your mother?

I don't know, she

couldn't stand not being
in control, no surprise,

so she went off
to, I don't know,

observe you somewhere.

- Observe me?
- Yeah.

Why? What? I don't know.

Where is she right
now? What? Oh, my God.

What? Hello? What are
you doing in here?

Me? What are you doing in here?

I am not at liberty
to say, okay?

I am spying...
checking up on Gus.

Wait, you're spying on Gus?
At liberty to say what?

If I was at liberty to
say, I would say, okay?

And this is my case, not yours.

I happen to be involved
in a sting right now.

What? This is my sting.

Right now I am
stinging as we speak.

- Sting? I am stinging.
- This is a sting.

It's a solo sting. Ow. Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh, Carina, why did you do it?

What are you going on about?

Oh, they know, they know.

They've been following
me, I know it.

I never should have
agreed to any of it.

I have an idea.

Okay? Okay, but I need to

get out of here. I can't...

No, no, no, Mom, Mom, that's...
There's only one way out.

I can't go to jail, I have
17 rabbits who depend on me.

Okay, here we go.

Oh.

My shoe. Your shoe.

Hey, push my head. Push me down.

Hey... ooh. Oh... hey.

What the hell is going on?

Say "You are under arrest."

Say what?

Say "You are under arrest."

You're under arrest?

Oh, God. It was me.

I'm guilty.

Gordon Swanson... he
paid me extra money

to make fake chemo
appointments for fake patients

so that I could help
Somaxic win a case.

If the judge
didn't even recognize Gus,

then we are running
out of suspects.

Maybe this case isn't
what we thought.

No. He may not have known Gus,

but he seemed
shifty and nervous.

Of course he was nervous.

We called him in here to
consult on the Somaxic case

and then sat him in a
room with a panicked woman

who admitted to fraud
and then wet her pants.

Okay, fair, but...

I just think we're
grasping at straws here.

You know, maybe
it's time to just...

Alex. Or Ariel. Come on.

There are always more suspects.

I mean, maybe,
maybe it's... Lyle.

Yes, Lyle.

Lyle is former military
and former NSA.

Maybe he's a triple
agent assassin,

or, or, or...

What if it's me?

Maybe I'm a robot and
I don't even know it.

Or maybe Allison brainwashed me

just to get rid of me
and steal my apartment.

Todd, I think you need to stop.

Or maybe it's my mother.

What if she is an evil
genius trying to take over

and control the entire world?

Or just Saks Fifth Avenue

so she can hoard fancy
shoes and outfits.

I mean, how are we even so
sure she really is my mother?

Or maybe it's my mother and
Beverly working together!

Todd.

Todd, stop.

We are not going

to get Judge Brixton this way.

He is a criminal

and eventually he will
slip up. We will catch him

and whoever is pulling
all of the strings.

Okay?

Let's get out of here.

So, Somaxic was doctoring
false medical files

and sending zombie
plaintiffs into our pool.

Yeah, to blow up the
colossal settlement.

Oh, my God, Gus.

We need to find
this Gordon Swanson

and get to the bottom of this.

Gordon Swanson? I
know a Gordon Swanson.

He's Chuck's dad's golf buddy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, look at this.
- What?

There's a Gordon Swanson
on the Somaxic board.

- Is that him?
- Uh-huh.

It is? Yeah.

Then we just got to
figure out where we can

- find him.
- I actually know

where Gordon and his wife

may be right now.

I cannot believe
that you were invited

to Chuck's engagement party
and you were gonna go.

This is outrageous.

Are you really driving and
changing shoes at the same time?

I-I thought you were
returning these.

Well, I am returning
them, but I'm not going

to go to the Town Club in these.

You are my mother, not Chuck's.

- But you're wearing 'em first.
- Well, Nordstrom's has

an extraordinary return policy.

No, but you were traipsing
off to some big soiree

while I was working like a dog,

like a troll in your file cave.

Allison, I wasn't going to go.

We're only going.
- Because of this case. - Allison, hey.

At least you're
getting paid, right?

You know, for your time
as a medical expert.

Medical experts get paid?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Like-like five grand a day.

Gus, for the love of
God, stop talking.

Allison, did you
already set up the...?

Yes, he's already here.

Mom, I have been working
for you for free for years?

Hey.

Did you invite her?

Lavender, gorgeous.

Margaret, oh.

- And Allison.
- Hey.

Huge congratulations all around.

Excuse me just one second.

There's just a man I need to
speak to over there who...

I'll be right back.
Congratulations.

Champagne-glass tower.

Nice.

We did that, too.

Hi.

Hello, Gordon?

- Gordon Swanson? Hello.
- Yes.

I'm Margaret Wright, attorney.

And Chuck's former
mother-in-law.

And this is my
assistant Gus Easton.

- Your assistant?
- Well...

Listen, we are, uh, working

on the Somaxic case.

And if you were to share with us

the exact number of fake
plaintiffs that you have planted

into the claimant
pool... oh, yes, we know.

We may be more inclined to help
you avoid the fraud charges

which are most
definitely coming.

I have no idea what, uh,
you're talking about.

Yeah, we thought
you might say that.

So listen.

Either you answer our questions,

or that police
officer over there

is going to drag you away.

Drag you right out
of the Town Club

in handcuffs.

Gordon, you tell

these people what they
need to know right now.

Over my dead body will
you be dragged out of here

in handcuffs. Spill it.

We paid off some clinic.

Everybody who says they
went to that clinic

is fake. It was 47 people.

47? 47.

Okay, well, thank you very much.

And you all have a lovely
evening, don't you? Yes.

Okay, um, so great to see you.

Yeah.

Wait, Fred. Hey, Fred?

Wait, what are you doing?

Wait, no, no, you're
not supposed to...

Congratulations.

♪ Ooh. ♪

As Somaxic
tried to pull

a fast one on the court and
especially on the people

who got sick from their
shoddy workplace protocols.

Forgive me, Ms. Wright, but
when did you join this case?

Just let her have this.

She figured the whole thing out.

It's easier. And

the ginormous settlement
should not be imperiled

by Somaxic's planting of
fake zombie plaintiffs.

- Objection.
- Zombies?

Oh, so now you
object to zombies?

All right, I've heard enough.

And given this new information,

I will not only uphold
the original settlement,

but I'm going to
add punitive damages

of $50 million.

$50 million?!

Oh, Gus, I did
it. I won for you.

I did it for you. Yeah.

Yes, you did.

Yes, I did. Yes, you...

- Todd Wright.
- Hmm?

I'd like you to meet my
colleague Agent Branigan.

Wow, uh, hello,

uh, Sir Agent Branigan, sir.

It is an honor to meet
you... uh, to see you again.

It's, uh, it's an honor.

Detective Wright
is the investigator

I've been collaborating
with on the Brixton case.

Yes, we're
colleagues now.

I'm your liaison.

An asset. Do you have
helipads at the FBI?

I've heard a lot of fine
things about your work,

Detective Wright, and about your

enthusiasm, which helped

us solve this
case, so thank you.

Oh, it was nothing. I'm
just thrilled to be...

Wait, did you say "solve"?

- This case is solved?
- Todd,

Judge Brixton came
forward this morning

and turned himself in.

He's agreed to a
very comfortable

prison term in exchange for
not naming his coconspirators.

Wait...

Nice work, everyone.

Agent Josephs, I'll
see you downstairs.

Detective Wright.

Uh, but, but what
about the broker

who set this whole thing up,
who was bribing the judge?

I mean, they're still here,

right, in this office? I mean...

We will find them
eventually, but right now

the Bureau has other priorities.

We do have our top
people on it, though.

Who?

Top people.

If you'll excuse me a moment.

I thought you never
wanted to see me again.

Once I calmed down, I
realized you were right.

I do know you.

And you know me
better than anyone

ever, which, from what
I understand, is rare.

And I'd be a fool to...

I put in a transfer.

To the Oregon Bureau office.

I love you.

And I-I love you,
Alex...

Ariel.

I love you.

And I've-I've never
said that before

to anyone.

Oh, come on in, Francey.
Come on in, sit down.

Okay, Francey,

thanks to all of your hard
work and the entire staff,

we now have enough money

to cover our rent and to pay you

- all your back overtime.
- Thank you.

Francey, I never meant
to take you for granted.

And I know

you haven't been happy lately.

But were you really...?

I have

been meeting with headhunters.

I actually got a
job offer today.

At Granger Zisk.

Oh.

I don't want to leave, Mar.

I just, I can't keep
up with this pace

and-and all the stress.

I know, Francey.

I know.

But things are looking up.

You cannot leave.

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for you.

I promise you, Francey.

I promise I am going to get you
everything that you are owed.

Okay, Hal, here's
this month's rent

plus back rent plus
all the late fees.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's
not gonna cut it anymore.

- What?
- Word's gotten out that your firm is in trouble.

Oh, no, maybe we hit a
little rough patch...

I got enough problems filling
the empty floors here.

I don't need to be worrying
about the tenants I do have.

I'm gonna need this

plus the next 12 months
by the end of the week.

What? No, you can't do that.

Hal, that's going
to wipe me out.

Sorry. Hal.

That is an additional $300,000.

Oh. Francey.

So you live in a giant loft

very close to work, huh?

How long have you been up here

on the abandoned 28th floor?

Are you freaked out?

What? No.

Of course not. I mean...

'Cause I'm not squatting
forever, and it's just

there are so many

empty office buildings,
and, like, why not?

It allows me to
save some money and,

and I'm actually
kind of surprised

you didn't figure it out sooner,

seeing as this floor is a
part of your mom's law firm.

What?

No, it's not.

Really? Then what are all
those old signs over there?

What?

Oh. "Crest, Folding & Barrett."

"Crest, Folding & Yamaguchi."

"Merritt Folding, Esquire."

Gum?

Merritt Folding.

Merritt Folding is the broker.

The mysterious Merritt Folding,

who founded this firm

but never appears in the office.

He got Brixton to take the fall.

It's Folding.

He is the one flying

on private jets and
drowning in money.

It's Folding.

He's buying verdicts.

It's Folding.

Are you sure?

Are you gonna call
that FBI lady?

And let the Feds take
credit for my big discovery?

No way.

This is how I make my name.

I crack this case.

This one.

Me.

Todd Wright, P.I.

All I have to do

is find the evidence to
connect Judge Brixton

to Merritt Folding,
deliver it to the FBI,

and I am

golden.

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