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Previously on Matlock...

I'm Madeline Matlock. I'm a lawyer,

like the old TV show.

Why do you want to work at my firm?

I woke up at 75 years old
without a husband or money,

and a 12-year-old kid to raise.

I need this job more than
you can possibly imagine.

Meet me in the conference room

and bring the new lawyer with you.

Well, you see, there's this funny thing

that happens when women age.

People assume I'm a harmless old lady,

and that's how I'm gonna trick them.

- Good evening, Mrs. Kingston.
- There she is.

Well, you'd have been a lot less cheery

if you knew how I
talked about you at work.

Gambling, cheating,

not to mention dead.

- Grammy!
- Alfie.

Was I right... perfect
name? Reminds us of Mom?

I had a daughter, and she died

after a long battle with drugs.

The law firm Jacobson
Moore hid documents

that could have taken opioids
off the market ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives
that could have saved.

Including our daughter's.

So I'm gonna figure out

who knew what when, and then

I'm gonna put them in jail.

Alfie? Alfie?!

He's not in the office?

Or the kitchen or the guest room.

Did you check his bathroom?

Of course I checked his
bathroom, and his closet.

- The bed is made.
- I know.

And it wasn't slept in last night.

And you said you didn't tuck him in?

No. He wanted to finish his homework,

- and I was tired. I...
- Okay, call his phone again.

Ugh, voice mail.

Alfie, it's Grandpa.
Are you in the house?

Uh, are you outside? Where are you?

I found him, Edwin.

I found him.

I went back to my office.

He's asleep on the
floor behind the couch.

Oh.

Oh. I'm sorry.

When I saw the bed wasn't
slept in, I panicked, because,

- I know.
- You know, all those times

that we'd go to Ellie's room,

the bed would be made,

- she'd be missing.
- I know.

- I s... I'm sorry.
- I know.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Whew.

Alfie.

Alfie, sweetie.

You fell asleep in my office.

- Because I found something.
- Really?

Yeah. It took a long time

for me to download the
Wellbrexa pharma case files

to my laptop and print them.

Alfie, honey, you can't sleep down here.

- Okay?
- I know, I know.

But look, Grammy, four
redacted documents.

What if these are the hidden documents

that the redditor talked about?

Could be. I need to get
ahold of the originals.

Here's the locator number for the files.

Do you know where they're kept?

In the documents room.
It's two floors down.

- And can you get in there?
- Alfie, have you finished your homework?

No, but it's fine.

I'll tell Mr. Glenn I was feeling sick.

Why don't you go upstairs
and get ready for school.

- Okay, darling?
- This could be it.

I know.

I'll talk to him. It won't happen again.

This is all he thinks about.
This is all he cares about.

Because opioids killed his mother

and he wants the truth to come out.

He is a kid. What he wants,

what's best for him...
two different things.

This is the second time this week

he hasn't done his homework.

And all of a sudden it's fine for him

to lie to the teachers about that.

Just like he's lying to his friends

about why he moved
here in the first place.

- This is too much, Madeline.
- You're right.

I'll use him less.

Okay, no more this week.

Let him catch up on life.

So, how will you get
into the documents room?

Easy peasy.

You focus on school. I've got this.

But what if you need tech support?

I'm pretty tech savvy by now.

I've got this google machine
right here on my devil box.

Ollie, baby, it's Dad.

I know you've been
nervous about your test,

but don't forget you're
two and a half time...

So you meant to play Olympia's
dead father's voice mail?

Don't be smart, you. And yes, I did.

It's called exposure therapy.

You hear things enough,
you feel less bad.

And I don't want to feel bad

that I've taken Olympia's computer,

because she's made it crystal clear

that we are not friends.

Morning, Matty.

I was just looking for
you. How was your night?

Epic battle over homework
resulting in tears.

Mine, not my grandson's.

How did you get him to finish?

I could use some pointers.

Olympia, I've worked here
long enough to know that

you don't do small talk, so,

either I'm dying and you're
holding the test results

or you need a favor.

This afternoon we have
the Walton mediation.

You up to date on it?

Sandy Walton died or respiratory
failure from Legionella.

We're arguing that the
building is at fault.

And you were talking to Matty. Got it.

Sandy was our client until she passed.

Now her husband Robert
represents her interest.

He's an artist, a little eccentric,

and very anxious.

- About the case?
- About everything.

Robert needs some hand-holding.

I don't want to be indelicate here,

but since you both
recently lost a spouse...

Did Robert catch Sandy
underneath a hooker

wearing a flapper dress too?

I'm just kidding you.

Sure, whatever you need, I'm here.

Thank you.

But since we're talking favors,

would you mind if I get a peek
at the original Walton files?

And yeah, I could get a link, but...

not to get too personal...
I went to my doctor

and she said I have acute presbyopia.

Makes my vision blurry.
And then she said

less screens, which
is sort of like saying

"less air."

Like you said... not
a fan of small talk.

Do you need my signature to
get in the documents room?

All right. Teach me
your ways, Betty White.

According to my
therapist, I have to accept

that Olympia's just not that into me.

But for whatever reason,
she is that into you,

so what is the secret sauce?

- Secret sauce?
- Yes.

Oh, well, right. Well, Sarah...

Um, if I'm totally honest,

y-you're a smidge intense.

Actually, would you mind
backing up an inch or two?

Well, of course I'm intense.

This job is everything to me.

Maybe that's the problem, darling.

Ask your therapist about balance, okay?

I'll be right back.

Balance?

Elijah, wait up.

I got your text. Let's talk.

But first, is it
personal or professional?

There's nothing personal
anymore, right? Per you.

It's about the Walton case.

You're gonna have to drop it.

I'm not abandoning a widowed man

whose case I've been
working on for 18 months.

It's a conflict of interest.

We represent Foundate Financials,

and they just bought a
large real estate portfolio.

Your client lives in
one of the buildings.

And his wife died because
of inexcusable neglect.

Allegedly.

Foundate pays us ten million annually.

Refer your client elsewhere.

I don't know. If Olympia dumps Walton,

it sends a bad message to our
smaller clients about loyalty.

Exactly. And I signed my
client first. Firm rules.

Eh. Rules are only rules

until the boss up and changes 'em.

How do you think Senior gets away with

those ridiculous pants?

He must have won a big case.

He plays golf when he
snuffs out someone's soul.

Think they'd consider a firewall?

Where the firm represents both sides

- but they don't interact.
- No, it's a legal land mine.

Which we, as skilled
litigators, can navigate.

I can get my client
to agree to a firewall.

Senior, are you a little
nervous that you can't?

Foundate will do what I advise.

Oh. Then let's negotiate the terms.

What's permissible to share, what isn't?

We could quibble over
language, but in the words of

Justice Potter Stewart,

"I'll know it when I see it."

Applicable for pornography,

not so much for conflict of interest.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

'Cause I think we're
debating who gets screwed.

Language is gonna take
a while to hammer out.

Billy, text me if they start

shaking hands or bumping butts.

Never seen the post-meeting butt bump,

but I'll let you know if it happens.

She is so out of touch.

I'm pretty sure she was joking.

About the balance thing.

Nobody has balance a
year out of law school.

I do. Friends, family, girlfriend.

You have a girlfriend?

You don't know that I have a girlfriend?

I talk about her all the time.

- Claudia? Claudia...
- Uh, C...

- Claudia.
- Wow.

You never listen to anyone, do you?

Of course I listen.
I just thought she was

one of your eleven
milliony sisters, okay?

Now, where did Matty go again?

You'd know if you listened.

Hello, good sir.

I need access to some documents

and here's the signature of my superior.

Mrs. B issued an addendum to the
policies handbook a month ago.

You actually need to email
for an appointment first.

Apologies. Just started, hadn't heard.

But since I'm here, maybe you
could save me a trip back down?

Mrs. B is really strict about policies.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Mrs. B says the only
thing standing between

order and anarchy are the
imposement of these policies,

even when it's important.

Agree, in theory.

Mrs. B says everyone agrees "in theory,"

but when the rubber hits the road...

That's enough about Mrs. B!

My boss outranks her, okay?

Maybe in a court of
law, but not down here.

Mrs. Belvin, forgive me.

I-I'm just under a lot of pressure.

And you were trying to get Riku

to bend the rules. I
see it all the time.

I-Is there any way I could
just grab my case file?

Absolutely. Just email me your request,

per the rules.

Email sent.

Received. And you're in luck.

I have a cancellation.

- Great.
- In 20 minutes.

Senior got Foundate
to agree to a firewall.

Did it in front of me
in the conference room.

So now we need to convince
Robert to sign off.

He hates change. He'll never do that.

He'll be nervous,

so we need to manage
the flow of information,

which is why we're going
to tell him in person.

Now? I-I have to be in the
documents room in 15 minutes.

That'll have to wait.

Look, I told you today I need
help with Robert Walton. Let's go.

Hello. Uh, come on in.

Good to see you, Robert.

So, I don't understand.

A lawyer just called
me from Jacobson Moore.

He said the firm is representing
the building now, too.

Wait, who called you?

I didn't get his name.
Should have gotten his name.

He said he would give me
a hundred grand to settle.

We discussed $100,000 last week.

It's a "go away" number, which
is why you turned it down.

Nothing has changed, Robert.

- Whoever called...
- Yes, I should've gotten his name.

- I should've gotten his name.
- ... shouldn't have called.

It was completely unethical.

But is it true?

Does the law firm
represent both sides now?

Technically.

- W...
- But we're creating

what's called a firewall,

so we might as well be two law firms.

You just have to sign off
on the conflict of interest,

which is not even really
a conflict of interest.

I think I'm having a blood sugar thing.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Robert?

Hi.

Madeline Matlock. I recently
joined the legal team.

- Matlock? Who was that, Andy Griffith?
- Yep.

I never met him.

I saw Don Knotts in the airport once,

but he'll always be Barney to me.

It was so hard for me to stop
setting the table for two.

I lost my husband two years ago.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for yours.

But I admire that you're
fighting for your wife.

Because I think fighting for
justice is incredibly important.

And I know it's nerve-racking
and you're tired,

and sometimes you just want
to stop looking backwards

and move forward already.

But you're so close to the end.

This is just a detail.

It's nothing to worry about.

So you'd go forward?

Absolutely.

The people who are
responsible for Sandy's death

need to pay in a big way.

A meaningful way.

Or it'll happen to other people.

Okay.

I'm in.

Elijah.

Someone on your team
reached out to my client.

- It was me.
- What? That's so unethical.

Foundate is my priority, not you.

Who said anything about me?

I meant your client, counselor.

"Counselor"?

- Wow. Elijah's taking the firewall seriously, huh?
- Right?

Anyway, thank you for
taking my side earlier.

- Oh.
- This whole "best divorce ever" thing

is reminding me why I married
you in the first place.

Huh. See, that hasn't happened for me.

Uh, just be careful. My dad loves you,

but he'll stick a knife right in
your back and sever your spine.

- Thanks for the pep talk.
- What time is mediation?

- Uh, 56 minutes.
- Sorry I keep asking.

It's just, there's been so much buildup.

Oh, absolutely, and no apologies.

I just have to run a quick errand,

- if that's okay?
- Sure.

Um, how do you get on
Mrs. Belvin's good side?

- She doesn't have a good side.
- Yeah, she does,

you just don't pay
attention to other people.

Oh, my God, Billy, enough.

I thought that Claudia
was one of your sisters

because they look exactly alike.

- They look nothing alike.
- Seriously,

which is his girlfriend
and which is his sister?

Uh... hard to say.

Right?

Mrs. Belvin's good side?

Speak quickly, I'm working.

Got it. Sorry again for my cancelation,

but I was wondering
if you got my request

for a new time to go
into the documents room?

We're booked today, I'll try
to squeeze you in next week.

Please, I-I have to get this done.

I have so much on my plate. I-I...

HR is two floors up.

But this is personal.

It's-it's...

Forget it. It's just my dog.

Your dog?

I know, it's not your concern.

What breed?

And I'll bet your eye condition
is stress-related, too.

I got hives when Barry Manilow was sick.

- Your fur baby?
- Exactly.

Barry Manilow got
better, Cookie will, too.

It's all intuitive.

Everything's alphabetized.

Oh, this shouldn't be here.

Over ten years, they go to deep storage.

- I'm gonna go yell at people.
- Thank you.

Riku, we have to get those
old files to deep storage!

Is everything okay?

Yeah, sweetie, I'm so sorry
to call you at school, but...

it's just, they ship out older files,

Wellbrexa could be next,

and I don't know if I'm
gonna get access again.

I'm glad you texted.

Did you find the originals?
What was redacted?

Nothing important,
there's just personal data,

but there's this other file

that looks like it used to be full,

but now there's nothing in it.

Can you find out how many
pages there were originally

and who signed for delivery?

Text me a photo with the locator number

- and I'm on it.
- Will do.

Sorry, I just got your texts.

Robert's ready.

- You don't have to worry.
- Great.

I actually wanted to chat
with you about another thing.

Kind of personal. Not
a big deal, though.

- I'm all yours.
- Ah, great. Um...

I wanted to catch you before mediation

and ask if you could just, you know,

keep an eye out on Elijah in there.

Let me know if he's acting weird.

- Weird?
- Mm-hmm.

Like, this moment weird?

No. Different.

Because it's me and him
and not, say, me and you.

Hmm?

I'm 85% percent sure I know
what you're talking about.

I just want to make sure that Elijah

is not taking other
things out on our client.

So, if it's weird, I
just need to make sure

that it's just work
weird and not other weird.

Got it.

I'll keep an eye out
for anything work weird.

- Work weird. Thank you.
- Okay. Okay.

Hello and good morning.

- Ah, good morning.
- Good morning.

Karl Burton, your mediator.

Quick rules as to our firewall.

When in doubt, overcompensate.

Best to keep the socializing
to a minimum as well.

That won't be a problem.

Agreed, Karl. We want a fair fight.

Don't want to give Olympia a
window to appeal our victory.

I'd respond, but I'm
respecting the firewall.

Let's begin mediation.

Principals only, please.

It's simple. We've got causation.

There was Legionella in the tank,

and Mr. Walton's wife
died of respiratory failure

with Legionella in her urine.

And I am sure they do not want
me putting a grieving widower

on the stand.

If they're leading with sympathy,

they're fishing for a number.

Tell them that while
sympathetic to Mr. Walton's loss,

it's not a given that
our client is negligent,

considering they
oversaw periodic sampling

and disinfecting in
accordance with regulations.

Exactly. Tell them to take
it up with the health code.

They hired this testing company,

of course it absolves their client.

Look, if they really wanted
to meet their duty of care,

then they should've registered the tank

with the Department of
Buildings and Health,

as is required.

Smoke and mirrors.

They still haven't even
come close to causation,

given that there are
numerous places where Sandy

could have been exposed to Legionella.

They want to hang a
multimillion-dollar case

on convincing a jury that
our client just happened

to be exposed to Legionella

when it is present in the drinking water

in their own home?

Enough games.

Tell them two and a half million.

Finally, a number. Press the bet.

We'll give 'em ten percent
of that. Best and final.

What's going on?

They have a study showing
that the building's air vents

have a dangerous amount of toxins

from some sort of resin compound.

This destroys our argument
that Sandy's respiratory failure

was caused by Legionella specifically.

Resin? Where would that come from?

My art.

I use resins in my art.

Oh, God, are they saying that I'm

the reason for Sandy's death?

Our team rejects any suggestion

that Mr. Walton had a
hand in his wife's illness.

And we clearly need time
to assess the validity

of what you just dropped in our lap.

You don't need time. The
facts are determinative.

You have to look at the
landscape and move forward.

I know how to assess the landscape.

And Mr. Walton says he
has documentation proving

the materials he uses
in his art are safe.

You have four hours. After that,

the $250,000 we offered goes away.

Call me when you have something.

I don't know if it was
weird, but it was hostile.

Right?

I'll deal with it. You two,

go get Sandy's medical sample retested.

I don't care if you have to
stand over the scientists,

I need the results back in three hours.

Go get Robert,

take him back to his apartment,
find that documentation.

There's always this moment,
just before I open the door,

when I forget,

for just a split second,
that Sandy's gone.

I know exactly what you mean.

I'd give the world to
live in that split second.

Okay.

I have the paperwork for all
my art supplies somewhere,

I just have to find it, although

the thought that my resins are toxic...

Can't be. I'm so careful.

Oh, watch the table.

Well, I'm guessing there's
a story behind these.

I mean, they don't look anything
like the rest of your work.

Yeah.

Yeah, one day, um...

heh, boy, this is 20 years ago...

Sandy's sitting at the kitchen table,

she's looking out the window,
she sees a family of rabbits.

Mama, two babies. Imagine that.

In Williamsburg, but there they were.

So, she's sipping her coffee,
she's just watching 'em,

thinking about the miracle of life.

- Aw.
- And a hawk swoops down,

- snatches 'em up, one by one.
- Oh, no.

Yeah.

- Oh, God.
- She's sad, so...

made her a rabbit.

Then it became a yearly thing.

Till the hawk came
for her, too, I guess.

When does this get easier?

Unfortunately, that
"time heals all wounds"

is just a bunch of malarkey.

Time doesn't heal all wounds.

It just changes you enough
so you can live with 'em.

Thank you for your honesty.

All right, well, I should
check the, uh, spare bedroom.

I keep paperwork in there, too.

- Excuse me.
- Many hands make light work.

No, no. No, it's a...

it's a real mess, actually, so...

But no, I-I don't care.

Okay, uh, the thing is, I am, uh,

a bit of a hoarder.

Is the clinical term.

Sandy gave me

the one room, kept it in check,

- but it is real bad in there.
- Robert.

I've danced with shame in my day.

But at 75 years old, I don't
have time for that bitch.

Well, let's wade into this blessed mess

and find that paperwork.

Really? A four-hour clock

on a man who's just been told

he's the reason his wife is dead?

Given the firewall, I'm not sure

that this conversation
should be happening.

I'm aware of the boundaries
and I am very comfortable

with my ability to stay within them.

You are punishing my client

for things that happened between us.

And I get that it is
complicated, but do not

take out any of our issues
on a 70-year-old widower.

I'm following my client's
wishes. Now, the only one

who's making this personal is you.

A clock is a clock, a
firewall is a firewall,

and four hours is now...

three hours and 18 minutes.

Relationships are complicated.

Sandy and I fought, I mean,

clearly, I'm not easy.

Oh, I disagree.

We've all got mess. I mean,

yours is contained and acknowledged.

Huh.

I think you got water damage.

Looks like it's been there a long time.

Really? Let me see.

Yeah.

Oops. Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, no.
- No, that's okay.

Let's get this...

Yep, yep, I got it.

I got it.

Wow.

You're not gonna throw
that out, are you?

I'm telling you, given the
amount of water damage in there,

I know they're gonna find...

Got black mold, folks.

This place is a total S-word show.

I mean, I've seen bad, but this is

- H-E-double-hockey-sticks bad.
- Caused by?

Cheap A-double-S pipes.

City banned 'em years ago

and all buildings were
required to retrofit

for this very reason.

The real estate trust owns 72
other buildings across the city.

- Want to bet...
- They neglected 'em all.

- I'll take that bet.
- Billy and Sarah are

at the hospital now getting
Sandy's medical record.

I'm gonna add a test for black mold.

You know, I don't know why
you're so upset I didn't know

all the details of your romantic life.

Talk about it with Dr. Shaw.

Okay, you know what? Keep my
therapist's name out of your mouth.

- Excuse me?
- I said keep my therapist's name out of your mouth.

Fine.

Just don't talk to me, okay?

Imagine there's a firewall.

Perfect. Airtight, unimpeachable.

You the ones waiting on Sandy
Walton's medical records?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Three words.

Black mold everywhere.

And hospital records just
confirmed it was present

in Sandy Walton's bloodstream.

We're rejecting your offer and
filing in court in the morning.

Oh, give us till 8:00 tomorrow.

We'll have a proper offer waiting.

That's more like it.

"Urgent! Call me!"

That's the text message
you sent our grandson

while he was still at school.

- What happened to "Nothing else the rest of the week"?
- It was...

All important, I'm sure. And by the way,

he also wanted me to tell you
that he finally figured out

that shipping receipts could
not be accessed remotely.

But he tried when he
came home from school

with a supposed headache.

I didn't realize he'd do that.

Well, you shouldn't have
called him in the first place.

There was no other option.

Do you even hear yourself?

Do you hear yourself?

You have no idea what it's
like lying all the time.

I'm doing all the work.

Well, I never wanted you
to do it in the first place.

Well, you agreed to it.

You have no right to sit-sit there

like some sanctimonious judge.

You pulled Alfie out of school

right after you told me
you weren't gonna use him.

You've clearly lost your moral center!

I won't use Alfie again. Are you happy?

Nobody in this house is happy.

Well, on that, we agree.

What happens now?

I'm in this alone.

Heard you loud and clear.

Those are for dinner.

Do you even hear yourself?

You have no idea

what it's like lying all the time.

I'm doing all the work.

Well, I never wanted you
to do it in the first place.

You have no right to sit there
like some sanctimonious judge.

You've clearly lost your moral center!

I won't use Alfie again.

Are you happy?

Nobody in this house is happy.

Is Cookie okay?

Last night, he stopped eating.

Even his favorite little weenies.

And then I saw him give up, Emmalyn.

I'm sorry, I don't want
to burden you with this.

It's not a burden. It's an honor.

How can I help?

I really want to go home and grieve,

but I still have to get
into the documents room...

Matty. There you go.

Hi, Mrs. B. Are you okay?

- Yes.
- No, she isn't.

There's been a death in the family.

- A death?
- Cookie.

- Who's Cookie?
- My dog.

You have a dog?

How do you not know her dog?

I had a dog.

Y-Yes, but...

I don't have one now because...

... he died

last night.

I didn't tell you about him because

you've just made it
very clear that we're

colleagues, and not friends.

You're absolutely right.

I apologize for blurring the boundaries.

Great.

And I would appreciate
it if you would give

my dear friend some space to grieve.

Of course.

Space, yeah. No, of course.

Come on. I got you.

We have movement.

In light of recent discoveries,

Foundate has authorized
six million dollars

for the plaintiff, Robert Walton.

Additionally,

we have a commitment
to do mold remediation

and a health fund for
anyone in a Foundate building

who can prove causation between
black mold and health problems.

This is capped at 300K per person.

Do we have an agreement?

We do.

Good.

This memorializes the deal
as it is being offered.

- Thank you.
- Certainly.

Contact everyone in the building
who reported health problems.

We want to start filing immediately.

- I'll take the claims process.
- I'll confirm the funding.

Congratulations, Robert.

Oh, come on.

Riku, we need to send

certified copies to
Judge Cellidon's office

for Foundate's new corporate filing.

Send them up to Senior for
review when you're done.

Why would Foundate be
filing a new corporate entity

on the same day as we're settling?

- Does that make sense?
- Not really.

But the health fund is being
channeled through a subsidiary

of the bank in Texas, maybe that's why.

What? The P.O box for

the health fund correspondence,

also in Texas.

Both? And you didn't think that was odd?

- We're not really talking...
- I didn't know that he was working...

Judge Cellidon. What
is his jurisdiction?

Looking it up right now.

Judge Cellidon...

bankruptcy.

Oh, no. Where's Olympia?

It's called the Texas two-step.

A nasty legal move
Johnson & Johnson used

in their baby powder settlement.

And Senior just pulled it on us.

I bet he had people here all night long

restructuring that corporation.

And the shredding in the morning...

He covered his tracks.

He snuck those bankruptcy lawyers out

through the service elevator,

avoiding the main lobby.

Senior wearing those damn pants.

He went golfing. Just like Billy said.

- He only golfs when he snuffs out
- When he snuffs out

- someone's soul.
- someone's soul.

Excuse me.

Senior bankrupted the company.

He separated the
liability from the assets.

The Texas two-step.

Texas two-step.

That settlement he just
signed is worth nothing.

Is-is there a problem?

Well, the building'll still be fixed.

No one else'll get sick.
That's something, at least.

But Sandy wanted them to hurt.

And I couldn't...

I didn't...

Well, I think she'd be proud that you

fought so hard for her.

Oh, God, I hope so.

Her last years were all about the case.

And if I'm honest, we
fought a lot about it.

I felt like it was too much.

She needed justice, Robert.

I know, but I needed time with her.

How'd you get through it?

Compromise is the key, right?

That and a lot of donuts.

Mm.

Yeah.

Reminding ourselves the
other person is not the enemy.

Just in pain, just... scared.

Plus, it all came out of love, right?

Right.

You're a smart guy, Robert.

Eh.

Hey, uh, listen, I wanted to

give this to you to say thank you,

uh... ... when we won.

Though maybe it's more appropriate now

that we've been slaughtered by the hawk.

Aw.

I'll treasure this.

I'm grateful.

For the-the support, I really am.

And, actually, I did have a question.

Um, since it's been nice
spending time together,

I'm wondering if you'd
want to do it again.

Maybe at a restaurant or-or back here?

Oh, Robert, that's...

Well, tha... that's so kind.

And if I was ready, you'd be

the perfect person to have a meal with,

but I'm just... I'm
not really dating yet.

So, uh...

- I know that's hard to hear.
- Matty.

I've known you for less than a
week, you didn't break my heart.

Oh.

Okay, look, I know you're pissed,
but first, the move was legal.

I know it's legal.
That's not why I'm pissed.

- Right, can...
- I'm pissed because you've been gaslighting me.

- Okay, and...
- No, no, you have.

The way you've been acting
has not been professional.

I know you're upset
because I ended things.

- Are you done?
- Yes.

- Well...
- No, it's been crystal clear

that you've been hostile.

Other people see it, not just me.

Now I'm done.

Julian, my man.

Looks like they're
arguing about the case.

Um, you mind, uh, signing this?

'Cause I don't want to interrupt.

Well, the other reason I
was here was to apologize.

And say you were right.

It was personal.

In truth, it's hard to be
with you right now because I...

want to be with you.

So, I'm gonna work out of the
Dallas office for the month.

If that's what you want.

It's not.

Julian was on his way
in, so I intercepted him.

Case there was anything weird.

Yeah, no.

It cost Jacobson Moore four
million in accounting fees

and penalties to do the two-step.

For two million more,

they could have taken care of Robert

and done right by everyone.

This place is a vipers' nest.

Vipers' nest is the
understatement of the year.

You okay?

Want to talk about anything?

Oh, no, don't worry.

It is not your problem.

Oh, and I am, uh, I'm
really sorry about your dog

and that I didn't know about your dog

and for blurring the boundaries.

Oh, stop.

It's blurry, life's blurry.

You and me, we're
starting to feel blurry.

Not just colleagues

and not quite friends.

Maybe allies...

... in the vipers' nest.

I could use an ally.

Someone I can really trust.

You can trust me.

Okay, look.

We work together and we
have to share information,

so we have to fix this.

Oh, is that why we need to fix this?

Billy, what do you want me to say?

That we're friends, Sarah.

I want you to say that we're friends.

Why do you think I was upset that
you didn't know my girlfriend,

who I've been dating for eight years?

Eight years?

Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Okay, look, I'm going to say something

and you better not make that "aw" sound.

My therapist actually knows your name

because I talk about how nice it is

to have a friend at work.

- Aw.
- I'm going to choke you out.

But I'm serious, okay?

It is, and I am sorry.

Ugh.

Hey, hang on.

Um, hi.

Sarah, this is Claudia. Claudia, Sarah.

- Hi.
- Heard so much about you.

Claudia, Sarah was just telling me

that she's looking for
balance and she wants to date,

so if you know any nice girls,

- keep her away.
- Ha, ha.

I definitely not looking to date.

So nice to meet you.

You too.

Heard it was rough.

Knife in back,

spine severed.

Hurts less every time, trust me.

- Is that...
- It is indeed full of loot.

Your battle scars give you access.

- Is that the one...
- Yes.

Swiped it two weeks ago.

This one is also quite meaningful.

Get 'er done.

Ooh.

Where's that one from, again?

His ski cabin.

Given to him by a
mentor who passed away.

Ooh, what about that one?

Home office, an award
he's really proud of.

Fore!

How about this Texas two-step?!

- Oh, that felt good.
- It looked good.

Go on, do another one.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You ol' country bastard!

You beat us bad today.

I wanted to drop by
and say congratulations

and go to hell.

My kind of concession speech.

And I also wanted to remind you
of my interest in corporate law.

Since that's where the big bucks are.

Mm. Understood.

Was that too crude?
Apologies. I just think

sometimes you have to say what you want,

'cause if you don't...

Is that you with W?

Yeah. Grew up with him.

Oh...

Head of the San Antonio
fundraising team in '04.

And, uh...

... that's me and Karl Rove.

Oh, wow.

Connections.

- They're important, aren't they?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Hard to come by.

- Essential to keep.
- Yeah.

Congratulations again.

And, uh, keep me in mind for the future.

Matty, I'm so sorry.

No, I got defensive
because you were right.

And I said I wouldn't involve
Alfie and I did it anyway.

Well, who else are you gonna lean on?

I haven't been there for you.
I wasn't there. It's true.

Are we fighting over who's more sorry?

How else would we last 49 years?

Aw.

Here, let me take...

This is so much harder than
I thought it would be, Edwin.

What's this?

What these lawyers did to
this man who lost his wife...

He's nothing to them.

Ellie was nothing to them.

Which is why we are gonna make them pay.

I'm sorry today was a bust.

Actually, it wasn't.

This is the receipt of who
signed for the missing document.

Whose name is that,
exactly? I didn't know.

And then I compared the
signature to our three suspects.

Olympia's, I had.

Do you need my signature to
get in the documents room?

Julian's, I got.

Julian, my man.

Looks like they're
arguing about the case.

Um, you mind, uh, signing this?

'Cause I don't want to interrupt.

No problem. Thanks for the heads-up.

And I was worried
about getting Senior's,

but then I had an opening.

- Is that you with W?
- Yeah.

- Grew up with him.
- Oh.

Head of the San Antonio
fundraising team in '04.

Wow. That is a definite match.

I think we got our guy.

Next step: we prove it.

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