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Previously on So Help me Todd...

Todd, what have you been up to?

You lost your PI license
and you almost went to jail.

I've hit bottom.

I think Harry has left me.

I'm gonna go to Iceland,

- be naked under the stars.
- It's official.

- You're both divorced.
- You should go

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

- Dinner?
- I thought you'd never ask.

- You got your license.
- Yeah. I'm back.

- Vegas? What about tonight?
- Like, elope?

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

See you first thing Monday morning

at Crest, Folding & Wright.

- Harry?
- Iceland was horrible.

♪ A.M. Portland. ♪

Good morning, Portland.

I'm James Boulé.

And I'm Jennifer Gianola. Good morning.

Traffic report is coming up.

And we'll get to the weather

right after local cat
psychic Fifi Majors!

Oh.

And in today's cooking segment,

I'll be meeting chef John Stores.

Good morning.

It certainly is.

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

Mm.

- Toodle-oo.
- That's excellent.

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

Oh, my God! James!

- Rise and shine, princess.
- Oh.

Wow. I am never getting
used to that hair.

Feel like I'm dealing
with alternate Allison.

- I am alternate Allison.
- What?!

- What?
- You left Taco Trap wrappers on my floor?

What? Relax.

At least you can even
distinguish between trash

and the floor of your new apartment.

Castle. My new castle.

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

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

Thank you. That's so supportive.

Once I get this credit
card thing straightened out,

I'll be out of here.

I've had a rough few days.

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

but they just dropped
you off in the mountains

with an apple and a knife?

I don't want to talk about it,

and let me just quote you and say,

"I'm only gonna be here a few nights."

Hey, your garage was empty,

and yet I am giving you
prime couch real estate.

This couch smells like death.

Do not die on that couch.

That couch was $17.

All right, I am going to get changed,

going on a run, listening to my podcast.

6,000 Ways to Outsmart the FBI?

It's amazing.

And then I'm zipping off to work.

So, good morning,

don't use that sink or open that window.

Good afternoon to you and goodbye.

What has gotten into you?

Why are you so chipper and gung ho?

Because I have a plan.

Psst, Margaret.

Oh, Francey!

- Lifesaver.
- Oh.

Good God almighty.

- I know. Hello.
- What...

So, long weekend, huh?

- Must be nice to be name partner.
- Ah.

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

Yes. Yes! It was amazing.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

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

Good morning, Millicent.

Wow. You look like hell.

Oh. I know.

Um, okay, but don't you think

- we need to talk about, you know?
- Oh. Yes, yes, yes.

Okay, so, did you see him

when you went into my
condo to get these clothes?

Yes. Harry.

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

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

You just walked away
and slammed the door?

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

He disappeared to Iceland
for an entire year.

I'm right here.

- So, Francey...
- Uh-huh.

When you saw him...

Harry... what was he doing?

- Vacuuming.
- Vacuuming?!

- Yes.
- In my apartment?

- And baking scones?
- "Scons"?

Scones.

Oh. Wh-What is he doing?

Ah-ah. Take the next one.

You can't avoid him forever.

If he can walk out on me,

I can walk out on him.

Why is he still there?

Why won't he just go away?

Did you tell Gus?

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

I told no one.

And you won't, either.

I have just gotten
my life back together.

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

- that you brought is just so fancy.
- Yes.

Because you have your name partner

welcome breakfast at 10:00.

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

Okay, give me your scarf.

Okay, so,

- you didn't talk to Harry?
- No.

- I nodded hello and goodbye.
- Uh-huh.

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

Oh. I don't have a cat.

Well, you do now.

Hello.

Hello.

He got a cat?

What was he thinking?

Oh.

Is my name on the wall yet?

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

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

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

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

"Crest, Folding

& Wrong"?

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

Todd was so upset when he saw it...

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

Uh, where is he, Francey? Todd?

Oh. Todd.

Mom!

Todd Wright, PI,

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

Thank you, too. Goodbye.

Ah. Margaret Wright. Hello.

Todd, what is going on here?

Is that a statue of a falcon?

Yes, from Maltese.

Can I offer you my
card? My temporary card.

Well...

What is...

Aah! Todd,

you are not running
your own detective agency

out of this law office.

I certainly am.

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

I'd be happy to walk you
through the particulars

- and the extracurriculars.
- Did you really think that you could get away

- with all of this?
- I'm not getting away with this.

- I am doing it.
- I have a very important breakfast meeting

- right now.
- And where exactly

- And this is foolishly ridiculous
- ... have you been for the past five days?

- And presumptuous and insulting.
- Because your beer-soaked phone is here,

but you were not.

You need to shut this down.

All of it, right now.

Beverly, Merritt, uh,

thank you.

I-I am so honored,

and I am so excited to get to work.

To Crest, Folding & Wright.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

All right, time to get real.

Mmm.

The firm is going under.

Your predecessor, Alistair Song,

embezzled from client's funds.

We finally settled with
the last of the victims.

Our coffers are empty and
we're bleeding clients.

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

- Right, Merritt?
- Managing partner? Me?

We need to reduce the workforce by 20%,

and here's a list of 16 employees

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

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

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

Well, we three need to keep it quiet.

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

Welcome to the world behind the curtain.

This is insane.

16 people?

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

Oh. What-what clients have we lost?

Weiden and Kennedy,
OMEC, Powell's Books,

Cronin & Caplan, KOLP.

KOLP?

The local TV station?

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

Shame. Right when they need us the most,

now that the accident
has been ruled a murder.

- A murder?
- That morning show nonsense.

From this weekend.

Margaret,

Jennifer Gianola was arrested today

for killing her cohost,

- Oh.
- James Boulé. Ooh.

I have an appointment at the bank.

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

and the first employees
to be let go are waiting

outside of your office right now.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

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

I mean, yeah, over downtown Las Vegas.

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

But not so hilarious
for our families, though.

My mother is threatening to kill us,

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

Oh, boy. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. But I'm a married woman.

I am Peter's wife, and together,

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

You did have a gravy boat on
your wedding registry, right?

You deserve all the
happiness in the world.

An armada of gravy boats.

Please extend my love to Peter and...

Congratulations.

After making bail,

Ms. Gianola spoke with
media outside the courthouse.

I am innocent. I had nothing to do

with the light that fell on James.

But has anyone talked to Roy Dobbs?

He's our office intern

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

Miss Gianola accused
office intern Roy Dobbs

of an alleged affair with
her cohost James Boulé,

who was killed by a falling
light on live television.

Hi. Margaret. Congratulations
on your promotion. Um,

Beverly's assistant said
you wanted to see me.

Yes. Yes.

Um, I need to tell you...

I have to let... you...

... know...

what an amazing job you have been doing.

Yes. Oh.

So... back to work.

Yes, that's all.

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

That is all we have to say today.

Maybe Roy Dobbs is the murderer.

Did you ever think of that?

Why doesn't somebody talk to him, huh?

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

Animals!

Jennifer! Jennifer!

- Up here.
- Margaret!

Come on, back off, everyone. Back off.

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

No, I'm not.

Wha-What are you doing here?

Well, uh, I saw you on the news.

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

- I would never kill anybody.
- Uh, no.

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

that you're covered and protected and...

Do you have a good lawyer?

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

Now? Today? W...

Well, Jennifer, you know

that the station is going to push you

to use their new lawyers, but if things

go south, those lawyers
and the station...

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

And I am certain they will not
give you the direct attention

of a name partner like I will.

All right, I'll take you on.

If you do something for me first.

Find James' real killer: his boyfriend.

Find Roy Dobbs.

I can do that.

Todd! I have a job for you.

I need you to find someone.

- It's...
- Hello. Sorry.

Could you take a number, please?

- Might be a minute.
- Todd.

Stop it right now.

You are not going to run your own

PI agency out of this law firm.

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

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

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

"has been in residence
for more than 12 months,

then the party of the second part..."

- that's you...
- Will throttle you

- before you can finish that sentence.
- "... must grant squatter's rights

to the aggrieved party by
order of the state of Oregon."

Stop it. You cannot do this.

Well, legally I can and I am.

But, look, nothing's gonna change.

I will still be
investigating cases for you.

Once you've signed this simple,

easy-breezy retainer I've drawn up.

Oh, easy-breezy.

Eh, and I thought you might do that,

It's okay. I made you a copy.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You are wasting an
obscene amount of paper.

Todd, you are my employee.

You are in this office

and on this planet because of me.

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

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

- His name is...
- Um, excuse me.

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

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

- That is not you.
- Well, certainly not you.

And how can I help you, sir?

I need a detective.

Perfect. You've come to the right place.

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

And what is your name, son?

I'm Roy Dobbs.

Todd, I need to speak
to that man right now.

Hmm, I'm not sure my client is
speaking to anyone at present.

- Your client?
- Hey, he came to see me.

And the sooner we
settle my contract terms,

the sooner I can grant access.

- What is it you want?
- Well, first,

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

- Double your current salary.
- I accept.

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

at the firm, not just you.

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

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

access to the building's helipad yet.

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

Yet. That's my next demand.

Look, now that I have my license back,

I can leave with my client

and you will have to rely exclusively

on your in-house lead investigator,

Mr. Lyle Xavier Burton.

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

You go right ahead.

♪ Because love ♪

♪ Because love ♪

♪ Is the answer ♪

♪ Yes, it is ♪

♪ Because love... ♪

What have you done to Lyle?

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

Been about a month now,

and I think he actually
knit that sweater.

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

and find the missing
person I already found.

Did I mention my need for a 401k?

Todd, I don't have time for this.

You and me, sister. Mother sister.

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

Helipad.

Okay.

You may work for any attorney

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

This is blackmail...

you can see the
occasional outside client

once every six months.

Twice a week. Thrice a week. Frice.

Once a month, best and final.

More like last and worst.

Shake my hand.

- You're my mother.
- Todd, shake it.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- Would you like to meet Roy Dobbs?
- Mr. Dobbs,

everyone is looking
for you. The police...

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

Jennifer Gianola is rich and famous

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

But you were dating him.

Yeah.

But Jennifer said she saw
you two arguing last week.

We had a big fight.

And then he dumped me.

Then, the morning he died, we made up

during a commercial break.

And you want a detective?

Well, I can't afford a lawyer.

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

I thought maybe a PI
could find the real killer.

The bathroom of the bus station?

Yeah. It had fallen off the wall

and was kind of stuck to the urinal.

- Oh.
- Made me think you might be

as desperate as I am
and probably cheap, too.

Roy, if we can get
Jennifer to cooperate,

- work together...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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

Your client?

You're Jennifer's detective?

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

her attorney.

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

Technically, it's a law firm

wrapped around, or
cocooning, if you will,

my boutique PI agency.

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

Your mother?

Your mother is Jennifer's attorney?

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

Listen. Hey, Roy.

Look, don't worry about her

and don't worry about Jennifer.

I can solve this and clear your name.

No charge for the first murder?

Okay? Now,

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

Anything at all.

Whoever killed James had to
have worked at the studio.

Once the broadcast starts,

no one is allowed in
or out of that stage.

Huh.

Whoever loosened that
bolt and cut that cable

had to have been there that morning.

Okay, and who else at the studio

would have wanted James dead?

Everyone.

Okay, par-park here, park here.

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

- Wait, "name" or "named?"
- You have your license again,

- and...
- Mm-hmm. And we're an unstoppable team.

- Let's go.
- And, Todd,

if we go with Roy's assumption

that the killer worked in the station...

All we have to do is narrow down

the list of suspects
until we find the culprit.

Do you have any gum in here?

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

What are you, living out of your car?

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

- Put that back. Put that back.
- Parking pass?

Where have you been?

Ah! Gum. Oh, okay.

- Good.
- Okay? Have a piece.

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

on every car in the
employee parking lot.

That way, we will have a clear,

accurate record of where
every employee goes.

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

This isn't Clue, Todd.

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

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

- Okay?
- Yep.

Go.

Okay...

Ah. Security cam, lounge area.

Interns. Bingo.

Good morning.

I'm Tom,

the new intern.

I'm Roy's replacement. So awful,

what happened to James,
I mean, just awful.

And I heard you did it.

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

Am I under suspicion? Because
I wouldn't have killed James.

I didn't even sleep with him.

You were the only one.
It was totally Jennifer.

- I mean, she hated him.
- Oh, please.

They despised each other.

Do you think that new intern was cute?

- No, ew.
- Are you kidding me?

- Seriously?
- No.

Jennifer, what are you doing here?

I thought you were on leave.

Well, you were right about the station.

Yeah, 25 years of loyal service

and they sacked me.

Please tell me how
we're gonna beat this.

Well, the evidence against
you is mostly circumstantial,

but not without its strengths.

Near the cut safety cable,
your fingerprints were found

on a pair of gardening clippers.

For my tree.

- Somebody stole those.
- Ah.

And multiple accounts of public fights.

- We bickered.
- You sent him a text

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

Okay, fine. I despised the man.

He was a demanding diva

and... excuse my language... a whore.

He slept with everyone here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Everyone.

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

He never did.

And that is the motive
that the prosecutors

are going to pin on you.

That's why they should
be focusing on Roy.

Have you found him yet?

I'm close.

Jennifer headed to the cooking set.

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

like I always do, and
then wham, the light fell.

I-I... It was awful.

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

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

But I feel terrible.

I'm the one who really killed him

by pushing that button right there.

No, no, no, no, no.

Someone who knew that
light was gonna turn

loosened the bolt, cut that cable

- and, you know...
- Ugh.

W-who would do something like this?

Well, who has access to the catwalks

and lighting grid?

People eat their lunch up there.

Could be anybody.

Is there anything else
that you can remember?

I mean, anything?

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

during the commercial
break, about ten minutes

before the light fell,

I could've swore I heard The Phantom.

The phantom?

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

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

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

I think I'm just grasping at straws.

Well, well, well.

- Who's that?
- That's Bart.

Bart used to do sports, but it
looks like he's their new anchor.

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

and Bart has elbowed his way behind it.

Unbelievable.

So, wardrobe hates sound,

sound hates catering and
catering hates everybody?

- 'Scuse me.
- Yes?

- New intern?
- Uh-huh.

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

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

Chalice. Timmy Chalice. Meteorologist.

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

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

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

Light froth with a slight
dusting of cinnamon.

I have a rotation of
fragrant lunch salads I enjoy.

- Dressing always on the side.
- On the side.

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

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

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

for the anchor job.

Don't even get me started.

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

they'd tap me.

This was supposed to be my moment.

- So unfair. S...
- I know.

Ooh.

Who's that in the smart burgundy pumps?

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

A real shark.

And I hear she's working
with an ace detective

determined to find the real killer.

Hmm. Well...

good luck with that.

Hmm.

- Oh.
- Todd.

Is this a dusting of
cinnamon or an infestation?

It's a blob. Todd,

listen, I made a list
of potential suspects.

And you will be pleased to know

that I no longer consider Roy my top.

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

- Now my money's on Chalice.
- Bart.

- Bart? What?
- Chalice? Why?

- Chalice has means and access.
- No, Bart had motive

and opportunity.

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

This guy is a tidal wave of to-dos.

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

- so just start without me.
- Dinner? What dinner?

We're not having dinner.

Lawrence's 40th birthday?

Tonight? At your place?

We set this up months ago.

Everybody's probably already there.

Just give me an hour.

Please.

Already?

At... my place.

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Dear Lawrence ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To... ♪

♪ You. ♪

Oh.

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

How long has he been here?

So you're back together?

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

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

Four or five days ago.

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

Um, you know what, guys,

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

You have been living
here with him for a week?

No. I'm not living here.

- I am living at...
- Here we go.

- One for you and...
- Thank you.

One for you.

- And I saved the 40 for you, big fella.
- Oh...

- Huh? Gosh.
- Thanks.

- 40. Wow.
- Yeah.

- And Clem's getting so big.
- Mm.

Oh. We need ice cream.

Allison, honey,

do you really think you're a blonde?

That's your major concern right now,

when Mr. Iceland is waltzing
around your kitchen playing

- happy homemaker?
- You look like Bate Clanchett.

- Yes, that's it exactly.
- What are you talking about?

Oh. I'll get that.

Why did he come back?

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Gus.
- Is Margaret home?

Oh. She sure is.

Right in here. Oh.

Wow. Uh... Oh.

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

y-you told me about that. Right?

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

you know, drop by and
bring some flowers.

Um, Lawrence? Right?

- Here, happy birthday.
- Oh. Thank you.

Uh, Gus Easton. Yeah.

Nice to meet you. And Allison, right?

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

on the, uh, airport development scandal.

- Thank you.
- Really, uh...

fine w-work. Am I interrupting anything?

No, no. Not at all.

Take a seat. Have some cake.

I would not say no to that.

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

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

- Oh. Yeah. Okay.
- Coffee?

Uh, all right, all right.

Great. Yeah. Wow.

Good to meet you, too.

Where's Todd?

He's not here.

- Of course.
- Sorry.

Sorry. I'm here.

Happy birthday. Sorry I'm late.

Hey.

- What are you wearing?
- Did you oil your arms?

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

- Isn't Mom your boss?
- Well, I'm posing as an intern at a TV station

and my "boss" is very image-conscious,

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

- so I...
- Voilà.

Oh, thank you.

Todd.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

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

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

- Todd!
- What is he doing here?!

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

Was he not invited to
the party or something?

Todd. Todd. Gus.

Um, okay.

Gus, this... is...

Mm, th-this was my...

... my husband.

Harry. He has returned home for now.

And I think that we could all just use

an opportunity here to just sit down

- and process and...
- Process?

Understand, uh, exactly
what is happening.

And Harry and I obviously
need some time to understand

our-our situation and...

You got a cat?

Little fella was wandering
around outside in the rain.

Looked like he needed a good home.

Harry, this is my home.

But I own half of it.

Don't I?

You two are divorced?

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

Harry, I took out an ad

in three newspapers in Iceland

for two weeks running
so that you would know

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

Okay, calm down. There will be no
killing. There will be no fighting.

This is not frontier times.

Okay? We can solve this

- with conversation and...
- Oh, this is not

the time for your personal exploration,

touchy-feely mumbo jumbo.

Okay. What are you talking about?

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

With the bears.

Oh. That's when you dyed your hair?

With the bears?

There were no bears. I was
not out in the woods. I...

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

it was apparently a scam,

- because no one showed up...
- What?

... and my identity got stolen and...

I ended up spending 24 hours in my car

in the Costco parking lot in Medford.

Oh.

Well, I would like to say

that you look very gay in that outfit.

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

No, my life was not destroyed.

I think I can say that.

You do look very gay.

It's kind of a metrosexual look.

Like something Chuck would wear.

Where is he, by the way?

You don't really all expect
me to explain everything

that has happened this year.

Did he die?

Oh.

God.

Poor Chuck.

I've just...

missed so much!

Oh, God.

This might not be the...

best moment to inform you all

that Chet and I are having another...

- Baby.
- Oh! A baby!

Oh, Lawrence.

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

I think you all need to just be alone.

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

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

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

I don't want to be with him.

I-I will call you later, okay?

Um... Yes.

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

Oh, God. S...

Uh... It's the hospital.

I got to go.

"Priority patient inbound.

Gia... " Isn't, um,

Jennifer Gianola the morning show host?

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

She's been electrocuted.

What?!

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

- What's the holdup? Move.
- I cannot believe that Harry was...

- And you were...
- Stop, Todd.

I'm worried about her.

Oh, she can always dye it back to brown.

- About Jennifer.
- Right.

I'm so sorry for the delay.

Where have you been?

I was out to dinner.
We had a marvelous meal

and there was music

- and the view was incredible...
- Lyle.

Hmm?

Right. Sorry.

Precinct contact got
me a copy of the video.

That is the police report.

And the video from Jennifer's lobby.

Someone stripped the wires
in her bathtub Jacuzzi.

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

- Roy!
- No, no, no, no!

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

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

Jennifer will be fine.

- Eventually.
- I need to speak with her right now.

Are you kidding? She's barely conscious.

Oh. Very interesting.

Now you want to speak to my client.

I have some demands

before that happens.
First, I never want to hear

the word "helipad" ever again.

- Wh...
- Second, no outside clients. Third,

you work exclusively for me.

Th... Uh, no complaints.

No negotiations.

This is outrageous. How dare you.

I do not accept these terms.

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

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

Todd, face reality.

Roy killed James and he
tried to kill Jennifer.

I am not facing that or any reality.

I have a tracking device on every other

employee at that station
and the real killer

is somewhere here.

- Ah.
- Mm.

I'll figure it out. Roy is innocent.

You'll see. Hmm?

- Ridiculous.
- I know. Maybe if we...

The judge won't drop Jennifer's charges

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

Jennifer's lucky to be alive.

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

- I'm on it.
- Thank you.

You look nice today.

Oh. Thank you. Peter and I are having

a big family dinner to, um...

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

that, Peter and I, we...

Susan, I'm so sorry.

There's somebody that
I need to speak to.

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

Hello.

Gus.

I-I'm... so sorry.

I didn't kn-know...

I-I know how complicated
marriage can be.

No, no, I'm-I'm not married.

And I don't want to be.

I just need to get rid of him,

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

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

Y... Listen, listen, listen,

I...

I've done messy.

With my ex.

I-I mean, really messy.

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

Oh.

I thought you were running to me.

I didn't quite realize
it was away from him.

Could have just told
me up top, you know?

I-I...

I'll see you around, all right?

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

asked me to come over.

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

Look, you got to be honest with me now.

I'm trying to help you.

I am being honest. Roy,

we have James' phone records.

You told us you talked together

on the phone every night for hours,

but there is not a single call

to or from your number anywhere on here.

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

He always called from a disposable phone

to hide a relationship
from HR or whatever.

Wait. A burner phone?

Yeah. But I kind of thought

maybe he was cheating on me or...

I don't know... texting other guys.

Anyway, he had a disposable phone.

What's the number?

That's not it.

Have you tried his Social?

It didn't work, and-and you think

that the phone inside this safe

can somehow lead us to the killer?

Yes! A secret phone, a secret safe.

There's got to be
something secret in there.

Like a message from... Oh, Todd.

From a spurned lover.

Maybe if James was involved
with multiple people,

maybe one of them got
jealous enough to...

- Clock his noggin real hard.
- Yes.

What did you learn

from the tracking devices with the gum?

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

- the night she got electrocuted.
- Uh-huh.

Bart, Chelice and an unknown driver.

- That last one is you.
- Hmm? Oh, sorry.

Yeah, the lighting in my
new bathroom is perfect.

- Todd?
- Huh?

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

You need to go to the sound stage

right now and look
inside the anchor desk.

But they're about to go live on air.

- Well, then you better hurry.
- Okay.

Get out there and look for a clue

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

Hey, I got that. Yeah.

Seventeen, 99, two. Yes.

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

No, no, no, no. No!

No! No! No!

Oh. Okay.

Oh, it's dead?

I heard Jennifer's lawyer's
here sniffing around.

Security's totally looking for her.

In five, four, three.

Good morning. I'm Bart Matthews.

Oh, uh, hey, Chelice?

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

They said it's Gayle
King from CBS Mornings

calling about some job?

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

- Sure. Yeah.
- Hi. Gayle?

And we'd like to take a moment

to acknowledge the unfortunate tragedy

and scandals surrounding
our previous hosts.

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

with our own Timmy Chelice.

Hi, Bart.

Timmy's actually under
the weather right now,

so I'll be filling in.

Hi. I'm Emmanuel Lewis.

Now, today's forecast may seem baffling,

but we should all be safe with,

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

Combination.

Now, let's start over here in Tillamook

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

Seventeen.

Who the hell is this guy?

Do not cut. We are live.

And then, over here in Burns,

it's gonna be an unseasonably warm

99 degrees, um, Kelvin.

Ninety-nine.

And, down in

... in Klamath Falls, just two.

Two degrees.

- Only two.
- Okay, it's number two.

Seventeen, 99, two.

Got a kind of a ring to it, huh?

Could say it over and
over and over again

until the people at home
hear it loud and clear.

- What's that? The weather.
- _

- _
- So, I hope this worked, for everybody.

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

not so much you can do about it.

But I, uh...

But...

Uh...

You. It was you.

You cut the cable. You were up there.

And you heard James
tell Roy he loved him.

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

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

James... was my intern.

Years ago.

I brought him in, showed him the ropes,

and he promised me

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

not hidden in the shadows.

Then he got famous.

And he worked his way
through every twink

and idiot himbo here.

But-but me, I...

I loved him.

And love...

... love never dies.

Aah!

Oh!

Now, that is one wacky morning show.

So...

Roy and Jennifer are
both free and clear.

Told you it wasn't him.

Todd, uh, sit down, please.

Okay. Todd, I have, uh, decided that...

you can work for any
lawyer in this firm.

- What?
- And you can see

- the occasional outside client
- Wow.

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

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

I'm spreading my wings.

But I am going to slash
your salary in half.

What? Half? What? Mom. How?

It will motivate you

- I'm motivated.
- ... to work harder for yourself.

That is my only offer.

I'll excuse myself.

So, Margaret, I understand
there was some excitement today

at the television station.

And KOLP has asked to renew
their retainer with us.

Oh, that's wonderful.

But that doesn't change anything.

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

That retainer covered
one person's salary.

Cuts will still have
to be made, Margaret.

I think the managing partner

will have something to say about that.

You can expect a full report

on your desk Monday morning.

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

partner.

Night, Susan.

So, Attorney Yang.

Isn't it time you got serious

about the partner
track here at the firm?

Or you do plan on being
Margaret Wright's lapdog

for your entire career?

By the way, are you eating this dinner

that I've prepared for you?

I'm sorry, is this food for humans?

I didn't realize.

Yeah.

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

Dinner,

your own apartment, your own parasite
PI agency inside Mom's office.

Like, something has gently
nudged you forward somehow.

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

But...

I was too late.

And, you know,

I was just standing
there at the airport,

sort of dissolving inside.

And then

I looked down

and I had my PI license in my hand.

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

And in that moment, I decided

that I am going to be
the greatest investigator

that Oregon has ever seen.

I'm serious. My
reputation will precede me.

All it really takes is...

one big case.

Crack some huge mystery

and you're famous.

I mean, boom, you're Sherlock Holmes.

You're Harriet the Spy.

Exactly, Al.

Yeah.

I am not going down to
the bottom ever again.

I'm only going up from here on out.

Up.

Okay. Me too.

Up.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I did it all wrong.

Everything.

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

the way I left.

When I got the Parkinson's diagnosis,

you were amazing.

- Incredible.
- I was your partner.

But every article that you gave me,

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

a reminder that I was dying.

Harry, stop. Just stop.

I heard you, on the plane, telling Todd

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

to be with me for the rest of your life.

But it helped me to see
that I don't need you.

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

Killing it.

And I will not be insulted

by you coming back and
behaving as if we can just

pick right back up where we left off.

Now, you're ill and I am not a monster,

so I will draw up a fair settlement

and I will buy you out of this condo.

But you are nothing.

You are a zero.

And you will leave my home right now

and go to a hotel.

But-but I don't...

I don't even have any money.

I don't have a credit card anymore.

Here is $10,000, cash.

I sold your stamp collection.

This isn't over, Margaret.

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

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

We've got to figure this out.

- No, we don't.
- Margaret. Margaret.

This is not over!

Margaret.

Margaret!

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