All language subtitles for So.Help.Me.Todd.S01E03

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So Help Me Todd...
I am a private detective.

You were.
I lost my job.

Two years ago.

My mother, Margaret Wright,
works here,

and I work for her.

Yep, it's true.
I work for my mother.

Susan.
I haven't seen you since we...

We? Since you...
Well, it ended.

I think Harry
has left me.

How are you doing
with everything?

I just want to move past it.

♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Nobody's looking to see
what's in your mind... ♪

Oh, hey, look who's here.

Oh. Hey.

Feels like old times, huh?

Elliot drops off the map
for a few years,

and then boom,
Saturday party.

It's like being back
in college again, right?

Did you read the Evite?

Wait, is this a birthday party?

Why do you have a gift?
Did I read the Evite?

What is that?
A bottle warmer.

A bottle warmer?
To warm what?

Milk.

Hi!

Oh, my God,

you are so pregnant.
What?!

What the hell? Hi.

Hey, man. Hey.

Thank you so much
for coming. Please come in.

I can't wait.
I have so much to tell you.

Bro, you guys back together,
you and Suze?

No.

Peter's so sorry
he couldn't make it.

He had to work this weekend.

Yeah. So he can
pay off this rock.

Look at it.
It's gorgeous.

I hope you insured it.

Our policy guy is great
if you need one.

Recommended by our home lender.

Did you two refinance

that renovation
of your bonus room

after you waterproofed
the basement?

No, we decided to just
expand the mudroom.

Todd?
Hmm?

What have you been up to?

Well, uh, let's see.

Don't have a mudroom,
don't have a basement,

not engaged, not expecting.

But I am working as a private
investigator... again.

We're both working
with Todd's mom.

Oh...

Well, it's much cooler
than it sounds.

She's a lawyer.
A lot of murder.

You know, knives.

Well, I think that's great.
You know,

pulling yourself up
by your mom's boot straps

and, you know, finally
digging into adulthood.

Speaking of which,
how's everyone's

stock portfolios doing?

Oh, it's a nightmare.
Oh, my God...

The place is looking great, Mom.

Oh, well, the paint needs
some touch-ups,

and not all of my art works,
but it's coming along.

Thank you so much for
these beautiful flowers.

Of course.

I'm so glad you stopped using

that florist in Northwest.

Oh, I found something
for you before I forget.

I found it in one
of the boxes.

Are you going to this benefit?

No, I completely forgot.

We bought those tickets
ages ago.

Didn't you and Harry used to
go to this thing every year?

We did.

But now I'm not.

You haven't told anybody
yet, about Harry.

What would I tell them?

That he's in Iceland,

naked and fishing
under the stars...

No. I don't want to
deal with that. Not yet.

No one needs to know.
But eventually

you're gonna have
to tell people.
Why don't you come with me?

As a buffer,
so no one asks questions.

No, Chuck and I have
a wedding to go to.

I'm sure Lawrence is busy, but
you could probably take Todd.

To the Symphony Benefit Gala?

He doesn't even own a tux.

Okay. Or you could
go by yourself.

But you love this event.
You can't not go.

I am not showing up
anywhere alone.

Okay.

Brian?

Dude.

Oh, wow.

Todd frickin' Wright.

Good to see you, man.

What is this, the grade
school section of the party?

The way, way, way back area?

Yeah, is everyone aware
that you lost

fourth grade class president
to, uh, me?

Oh, I believe you stepped down
as president

'cause you couldn't stop
throwing up.

Ah, the pressure, man,
the pressure.

How you doing?
I'm good, I'm good.

Just looking for where all
the unmarried losers

are supposed to hang here.

Yeah, what is up
with this party?

Everyone's pants are
so, uh, pressed. Yeah.

All people want to talk about
is their mortgages and kids.

I'm like, um, "I live
with my uncle."

Oh, I live in
my sister's garage.
Oh, dude, don't even.

I'm still driving that busted
2002 Ford Focus.

I was driving my mom's
2001 Acura

till it broke down.

Okay, wow, yeah.
So you win.

Or lose. Loser.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.

So, uh, how have you been?

Uh, you know, the past
few years have been kinda rough.

You and me both.

I was just starting to
turn stuff around and,

it's so stupid, I totally
screwed it all up.

I-I went out for drinks
on my birthday...

Oh, thanks for inviting me.

You are so welcome.

And, uh, I was pretty lit,

so I was walking home
instead of driving,

and I took a break
and passed out on a bench

and got arrested
for trespassing.

Yup.

And now I may be
going to prison, so...

What?!
Yeah.

For sleeping on a bench?
Yeah.

I was on the grounds of some
fancy private school,

and I already got a few
dumb arrests, so...

Whatever, you know.
It's okay.

And my public defender,
who is, uh...

Her name is "Misty."

Uh-huh.
She said, "Oh, you could do

a year on the inside.
You'll be out in nine months."

So, yeah, thanks. Cheers.

Brian, you gotta fight this.

You can't just give up.
You need a-a new plan.

A second chance.
Look, I was just...

Eh, I think I'm all out
of second chances, man.

No. No.

What you need is
a really good lawyer.

These budget items came
to my attention

through accounting...
Mom? Mom? Hey.

Mom? Oh.

Hello.

Would you like me to stop?

No. Continue.

"Line items expensed to
Investigations Department

"by new employee Todd Wright:

"bus pass, three pairs of shoes,

"online subscription to
Investigators International,

"Scotland Yard board game,

"Twin Peaks 4K Blu Ray set,

commemorative Harriet the Spy
porcelain figurine..."

That's enough.
Charges denied.
What?!

All of that stuff is
work-related,

or work-adjacent.

Two jars peanut butter,
three jars jelly.

I don't get to eat?

Not on the company dime.

Thank you very much, Lyle.
Good job.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Mall Cop.

Really appreciate
everything you're doing.

Okay, fine.

Whatever. Mom, listen.

Do you remember
Brian McAtee?

Your friend from
grade school?
Uh-huh.

Of course I remember him.
He was a little hoodlum.

No, he wasn't. And no one
says "hoodlum" anymore.

People still say it.
I just said it.

Okay, well,
that doesn't count.

Okay, he was a juvenile delinquent.

He spent time in
juvenile detention.

He was a juvenile...

Look, that's all a thing
of the past.

What he really needs
right now

is an incredible lawyer
to get him out of

some dumb trespassing charge.

Absolutely not.
Okay, you're open to it.

I like that.
I mean, yes,

Brian has made some mistakes,

and he might have
a little bit of a rap sheet...

A little bit
of a rap sheet?

But all harmless misdemeanors.

Public urination, jaywalking,

cashing a few bad checks, whatever.

But he's finally getting
his life back on track.

He's trying so hard, Mom.

Todd, he stole $30
from my purse when he was ten.

Oh, come on, we all stole $30

from your purse
when we were ten.

Look, Brian never knew
his mom,

his dad was never around.
Because he was in prison.

And he was raised
by his uncle.

Can't you just have a he...
Todd! I am very busy,

and I am not going to waste
my valuable time

on a certified lifelong criminal
who's only going to end up

right back in trouble
the minute I clear his name.

Do you know what
recidivism is?

No, I don't know what
recidivism is.

God, you're so judgmental.

I'm not judgmental,
I'm a realist.

I tiger can't change
its stripes.

I hate zoo metaphors.

People don't change.

Isn't one of the law commandments

to have an open mind,

or give people
the benefit of the doubt,

or not harm a human being?

That is a law for robots.

Well, it must be nice
to be perfect.

To have no flaws.

Oh, it's exhausting.

You're very judgmental.

Goodbye. Go away.

Margaret!
It is so good to see you.

Erica, Desiree.

What a wonderful surprise.

Where have you been?

Oh, we haven't seen you
or Harry in so long.

And you missed Eve Miller's
birthday brunch.

Well, we've been so busy.

We moved,
and it just feels like

I haven't been able to see
anybody these days.

Tom said Harry hasn't returned
any of his calls or emails.

And Drake says he's missed
two golf games.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yes, it's fine.

I can't imagine why he would
have been so inconsiderate.

So you two will be at the
Symphony Benefit on Saturday?
Of course.

Do you know who else
will be there?

Sondra Brayton.

She just got out
of rehab, again.

That poor woman,

she just cannot
pull herself together.

Oh, they always backslide.

Shopaholics,
alcoholics, hoarders.

Even divorced people.
They get divorced again.

Well, Erica, that's...

very judgmental.

Once a mess,
always a mess.

Oh, well, I have got to go.

We will see you
Saturday night, right?

Of course.

This is so amazing

that you're doing this.
Thank you so much.

What changed your mind?

Oh, well, maybe I was
a little judgmental

about Brian.

Thank you so much for
helping me out, Mrs. Wright.

I always thought
you were awesome.

Oh, well, thank you.

Uh, uh, Todd,
give me your tie.

Yeah. Gladly. Sure.

Okay, here, let me...
I got it. It's fine.

Ow. Don't touch me.

I used to change
your diapers.

Yeah. Not in public.

Okay, there you go.

Wow, that tie's
perfect for you.

You know, she got it
at Berg-Dork Goodman.

Here, you do it.

Excuse me, sir,
is that your son?
Yes.

Well, he needs to
turn that off in here.

He will. Sorry. Single dad.

Way too much screen time.

Danny, that's enough.

You know how it is.

You're Todd's mom.
I'm Brian's uncle, Johnny.

And this is my son Danny.

You have no idea how much we all
appreciate you doing this.

It's my pleasure.

I've been raising Brian
since he was 12.

Took him in when I was
barely an adult myself.

Seeing him here in court,

your kid in trouble
with the law, it's rough.

We'll get through it,
he'll be okay.

You'll be okay, too.

It's a constant struggle keeping
'em on the right path, isn't it?

This is good.
Yeah, feels good.

Ah, Trevor.

Margaret.
Afternoon.

Looks like a busy day for you. Yeah.

Trevor, we both know
you have bigger fish to fry,

so let's not make a meal
out of my client's

ridiculous misdemeanor charge.

Aren't you and Amelia going
to Hawaii next week?

So let's cut to the chase
so we don't

interrupt that vacation.

Brian McAtee will pay the fine

and 500 hours
of community service,

and I guarantee you,

you will never
see his face in here again.

Great. Thank you.

Honestly,
it's a trespassing charge.

It's not like he's gonna
run out and rob a bank.

Ah.

It's done.
We're done? Yes!

Yes!

Amazing.
Thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

See? Told you
she could fix this.

In breaking news tonight,
earlier this evening,

a burglary at
Triple A Pawnbrokers,

interrupting a 104-day
crime-free streak

in North Portland.

Local man Brian McAtee
has been identified

as the suspect,
and is being arrested

here at his uncle's home.

I-I didn't do it!

And my lawyer Margaret Wright
will prove my innocence.

I didn't do it!

All right,
Brian, tell me what happened.

I was asleep,
and the cops busted in

and arrested me.

Uh-huh.
It's insane.

I didn't even know why
they were arresting me.

I-I didn't rob anybody.

Well, it says here that
$5,000 in cash,

some jewelry and various
other items were stolen.

Where were you last night?

I was at home babysitting
my cousin Danny.

All night.

Three different security cameras
captured your car

within blocks of Triple A
Pawnbrokers at around 11:00 p.m.

No, that's impossible.
I never even left the house.

I...
I drank a few beers

while watching the Trailblazers
game, and then

passed out on the couch
after the third quarter.

Well, that is the same excuse
that you used

for your trespassing charges.

You got drunk and passed out.

And you were supposed to be
babysitting at the time?

Okay, so I got a few things
I gotta work on.

You're lucky your uncle
posted bail.

I hope you appreciate
all he's done for you.

I know. I know.

I have to prepare
for your arraignment.

I will see you at the courthouse
later today.

Be on time.

I'm screwed.

Stupid idiot.

He robbed a pawn shop, Todd.
A pawn shop.

And he announced
to all of Portland

that I am his lawyer.

But you are his lawyer,

and you can clear
his name, right?

He's guilty. And I don't
have time for this case.

No, he's innocent.
And this is important.

He's a criminal, his car was
there, he has a record.

He did it.
No. It looks bad, I know.

But in my gut I know
he didn't do it.

I believe in him.

He's right in the middle of
trying to turn his life around.

Why would he screw
everything up

by robbing some
stupid pawn shop?

Gee, you tell me, Todd.

Why would someone screw up
their entire life

by doing something illegal?

But I bounced back.

Mm.
With your help.

Right? And look at me now,

a productive member
of society putting on my pants

and going to work every day.

If putting on your pants
is the bar,

then I have failed
as a mother.

No, do not come in here!

This door is closed to you.

I need to go waste some more
of my billable hours

doing the job of
a public defender.

Well, thank you,
greedy lady lawyer,

for deigning to help
my peasant friend

with his expensive legal woes.

I don't want to hear it.
You know what,
I'm gonna go over

to that pawn shop and
figure out who really did this.

You are pouring your time
and mine down the toilet.

Maybe Brian has a lookalike
or a car-a-like.

Or maybe the pawn shop owner
robbed himself.

Oh, my God, you're right.

Maybe he did.
It could be insurance fraud.

I know fraud.
Yes, you do.

That pawn shop is a crime scene
for the next 48 hours,

and no one is going to
speak to you or let you in.

Oh, won't they?

Pawnbrokers. Here we go.

Wait, I'm not--

Are you sure your mom
okayed this? I'm not sure I...

It's fine.
Just do what we said.

Here, hold my arm.

No, no, no.
Sorry, we're closed.

We got robbed, and, uh,

the police are still
doing their thing,

and on top of everything,
my heat isn't working.

It's freezing in here.
My God, that's awful.

But we really need to
get a price

on this ring right away.

We just got married...
in Venice.

Venice, city of water
and love. How wonderful.

But now we need the money...

for the lifesaving surgery...

on his brain.

Oh, you poor, beautiful,
sweet kids.

Mm-hmm.

All right, all right.

Give me a second.

So robbed, huh? Robbed.

Did they break a window
to get in here or...

Nah, no sign of forced entry.

But the front door was
wide open,

so they must
have picked the lock.

Uh-huh.
And they somehow

turned the power off, which
knocks out the security cameras.

That was money well spent.

You don't have a generator?

It's busted.

Just like
my last marriage.

But you two give me hope.
Okay, let's see.

Oh, hey, lovely cut.

Clarity, color...

But at least you didn't
get wiped out.

I mean, your insurance
should pay for

all the stolen property, right?
What insurance?

I got rid of it
when I got the cameras.

Then they go out, can't win.

I can offer you maybe $6,500
for the ring.

Oh, wow. Okay. Not bad.

How much money did we spend
again for the ring, sweetheart?

$117,000.

What?!
Didn't you buy this?

No. Oh, yes. No.
Family heirloom.

My grandmother was a surgeon.

She found it inside
somebody dead.

Wait, I have to ask.

Your only security was
the cameras?

Does that seem prudent?
What with all of your inventory

displayed like this in easily
accessible glass cases?

I don't know prudent.
We had a security guard, too,

but he was useless.

I let him go a few
months ago.

And has someone
followed up with him

as a potential suspect?
Yes.

I gave them his name.

As a matter of fact,
I thought that disgruntled jerk

might have been
behind all of this

until the police, you know,
nabbed the real guy.

Uh-huh.
Wait, the security guard.

I think I know him.

Uh, Kinky Beaderman?
Kinky what?

Kinky Beaderman.

No.
No?

Grady Tibbels.

Grady Tibbels, of course.

Anyway, good luck
on your surgery.

You two make
a beautiful couple.

You're gonna be fine, huh?

He understands me, right?

Oh, uh, wait.
Um, so, the ring.

What are we doing?
Do you want the money, or...

Oh, thank you so much
for the estimate,

but I think we're gonna
hold out for a better offer.
Mm-hmm.

Let's go. Okay.

Your mom did not
approve of this.

Yeah, but I approved of it,
and she can deal with it.

And "Kinky Beaderman"?

That's the name
you came up with?

That name always works.

Not guilty.

Your Honor, given the
defendant's criminal record,

the state asks that
you revoke bail

and place him back
into custody

until his preliminary hearing.

Your Honor, this charge
is not a violent felony.

Might I remind you
that Mr. McAtee

was just here being arraigned
on a different charge?

That has nothing to do
with today's arraignment.

Exactly.
Today's arraignment.

Yesterday was
a misdemeanor charge,

today a felony.

What new charge can we
look forward to tomorrow?

All right, Mr. McAtee will
wear an ankle monitor,

and cannot travel
outside of the county.

What? For real?
The court will set a date

for his preliminary hearing.

"It's not like he's gonna
run out and rob a bank."

Go ahead.

What happens now?

Uh, I suggest we consider
a plea deal.

But he just pled not guilty.

He's facing ten years
in prison, a $250,000 fine.

He has no sound alibi,
he has an extensive rap sheet.

Yeah, I feared
this day would come.

His dad is a lowlife.

I wasn't around enough.

I was working too hard
trying to keep these kids alive.

This is all my fault.

I understand how you feel,

but you can't blame yourself.

Parenting is hard,
and if you're

doing it alone, it's impossible.
You think he did it.

I don't know.

But with a plea deal,

we might be able to get
a reduced sentence.

It's all my fault, damn it.

How long before this one's
behind bars?

Danny, come on.

Let's go.

Brand-new 80-inch
4K TV, huh?

Where'd we get the money
for that, Mr. Grady Tibbels?

What the hell are you
doing here?

Tell me why you're
creeping around my house

or I'm gonna blow
your frickin' brains out!

Hey, hey, hey. There's no
need to threaten the guy

who's here to save you money on
your heating and cooling bills.

You know, I noticed that
your windows are--

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Your name is Grady Tibbels,

and at least ten people
know I'm here.

And scrubbing my brain matter

off all this brick would be
extremely difficult.

How do you know my name?

I'm a private investigator.

Wow, I haven't been able
to say that legitimately

for a long time.
Please don't kill me.

Is this about my ex-girlfriend?
The paternity test?

Or my ex-wife?
Her paternity test?

Is this about maybe
the money I borrowed

from that loan shark,
or the boat that I stole?

No, to all of that.

Wait, you stole a boat?

Then why are you here?!

Triple A Pawnbrokers
was robbed last night,

and I was wondering if you...

That dump?

Too bad. I was parked
at a poker table

at Spirit Mountain Casino
the whole night.

Cameras everywhere.

Did you try the cameras
at the pawn shop?

The thief turned off
the power and killed them.

Not all of 'em.

What does that mean?

I'm not a snitch.

Okay, but I am,

and I have a few friends
who are process servers

who would love to know
where to find you

and this little boat you stole.

The owner of the place
next to the pawn shop,

he's a real weirdo.

He's into feet.
Like, human feet.

Okay.

So he rigged up this hidden
camera next to the sidewalk.

It's battery operated.

Uh-huh.

Maybe it caught something.

Were you able to get
anything out of that camera?

Oh, you did it.
Oh, is this...

Oh. Oh!

What the hell
are you working on?

It's, uh, the...

Does she-- Does that person
know about the camera?

Yes. They've been back and forth
in front of that place 20 times

in 20 different pairs
of freak shoes. Huh.

I don't have time for this.

I'm working on the Collins
murder/suicide trial.

Oh, you're so lucky.

Where in Sam Hill
did you find this?

On the sidewalk
near the pawn shop.

It's a long story.

Can't we just fast-forward
to nighttime?

Just zip ahead?

Be my guest.

Thanks a lot for turning
my expense report in

to my mom, by the way.

I can't believe you did that.

I can't believe you spent $370

on a porcelain figurine
of Harriet the Spy.

It's the 60th anniversary!

She's got her little
spy notebook, and...

I mean, it's very cool.

Very delicate and broke
way too easily, but very cool.

Wait, wait. Okay.

Here we go.

No... way.

So we need to
go up to the house

and see if Johnny
or Brian are home.

And they were his feet?

Mm-hmm.
You're sure of it?

Johnny's feet
in his boots?
Yes. Yes. Yes.

I saw Johnny wearing these
exact boots with the same orange

sticker or price tag or whatever
in the courtroom. It was him.

A sticker on a boot
is not enough evidence for me

to go charging into someone's
home and accuse them of a crime.

Okay. Well, Johnny has access
to Brian's car.

And late that night,
his boots walked right up

into the pawn shop
and straight in the front door.

So he has a key?
He unlocked it?

The owner said the lock
was picked, so either that,

or he dropped down the chimney
like Santa Claus.

But these are Johnny's boots,
he did it,

and Brian is innocent.

Oh, wonderful.

Now what?

Come on.

Officers, what...
what is going on here?

I am the attorney representing

this child's cousin,
Brian McAtee.

Your client cut off
his ankle bracelet and fled.

No, no, no, no,
that can't be right.

He fled?

Are-are you sure?

Gotcha!

Dude!
In your face! Kill shot!

Who is he talking to?

The person he's playing
the video game with.

Get him!
Through the headset?

He's playing someone
online, Mom.

Yes!
Oh.

Danny?

Do you remember us
from the courthouse?

Do you know where Brian is?

Hello, I'm Alice Garrison.

Johnny asked me
to watch Danny tonight.

He wasn't comfortable
leaving him alone with Brian

after, you know,
everything that's happened.

We've got patrols
looking out for Brian.

He won't get far.
And in my experience,

when they run, they're guilty.

Ma'am, can we ask you
a few more questions?

Danny?

Do you have any idea
where your father is?

Want some?

Oh, uh, no, no. No, thank you.

This suit is very clean,
and those are very

unhealthy and bad for you.

Are you sure you don't know
where your dad is?

He's here.

Huh.

Todd, I need you
to call this numb...

Todd?

Todd?

Where are you going?

I need to find Brian to convince
him to turn himself in.

Maybe he's at the bus station
or the airport,

or-- I don't know--

sleeping on a bench somewhere.

The police will find him.
No, no, no.

I'm gonna find him first.
He's probably just drunk,

and stupidly hiding out
in some bar somewhere.

A tiger's spots don't change, right?

Or whatever that saying is. Todd,

as much as we might want to,

we can't always save
our clients from themselves.

So, I should just
give up on him?

A lawyer doesn't give up
on their clients.

They build the best defense
they can,

even when they disappoint us.

Now come on.

We need to go talk
to Johnny about his boots.

I mean, whatever, the boots.
Brian took off.

He cut his ankle monitor
and ran.

Does that sound
like an innocent person to you?

Todd, you asked me
to take this case, and I did.

And I am going
to see it through.

Johnny and Danny deserve that.

But Brian doesn't?

I'm gonna find him.

Or at least... I'm gonna look.

♪ So hot like a diamond bright,
no, I ain't got kryptonite ♪

♪ Living in the fast lane,
speed of light ♪

♪ I bring the bass,
I got the juice ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm the boss,
I make the moves ♪

♪ I bring the bass,
I got the juice ♪

♪ I bring the boom. ♪

So, uh, Johnny,
you're a male entert...

Uh, you're an adult...

Uh... you're a stripper.

Just at night.

Oh.
One paycheck ain't
cutting it anymore.

Not with two mouths to feed.

And-and this was
your only option?

Don't judge. It's legal,
and the good Lord blessed me

with a little bit of rhythm
and a cute ass.

Oh.
I'll do whatever I need to

to take care of my family.

I understand completely,
and I'm not judging.

I mean, maybe
if I'd had the... body,

I would have done the same thing
when my first husband died.

You're a widow.

How long?

I was a widow
for, um, 15 years.

Eight. It's weird, isn't it?

Raising kids by yourself

when you thought you'd be
doing it together... forever?

Yes. I-I never imagined

I'd be having
that conversation here,

but, um, yes, it is weird.

Um, aren't you cold?

Hell no! I'm burning up!

Dancing's a great workout.

And you were here
the night of the robbery

with your boots?

Yup. And a number of my regular
clients could confirm that.

But Brian has those same boots.

I bought two pairs.
Sale at Walmart.

I don't know
how to tell you this,

but we were over at your house
earlier-- Todd and I--

and-and the cops were there,

and they were
looking for Brian.

He's cut off his ankle bracelet
and fled.

What?! Cops?!
Yes.

Where's Danny?
Well, he's...

Well, he's fine. Please.

No! Sit...

back down, please.

Um, Mrs. Garrison
is still watching him.

I can't believe Brian

would do something so stupid!

Damn it. I love him
as if he's my own son,

but he just keeps
breaking my heart.

He needs to turn himself in,

or he's going to end up
in prison, just like his father.

His father isn't in prison.

Not anymore.

Ray got out about a year ago.

He did? Does Brian know that?

I didn't tell him.

His dad is bad news.

What was his father
in prison for?

Burglary. Like father,
like son, huh?

Ray worked as a heat
and air conditioning repairman,

and he robbed a bunch
of his clients.

Ah. And he lives in Portland?

Lives in Salem.
Fat Bass Trailer Park.

Court notified me
when he got out.

There may still be
hope for Brian.

Thank you very much.

Okay.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

Well, hello there.

Ray McAtee? I'm here
about your son, Brian.

Do you have a moment?

Sure. Sure, come on in.

Get you a beer.

Well, um, I'm sorry
to disturb you,

but, uh, I'm-I'm a friend
of your son, Brian's, and

I was just wondering
if-if you've spoken to him

since you were released
from prison?

I'm sorry to say I haven't.

Ah.

Why, thank you.

No, not since, uh,
he was growing his first

chest hair and my jerk brother,

Johnny, stole him from me.

And-and how did he do that?

He called social services,
said I was an unfit parent.

Unfit, my ass.

Now that you are a free man,

how is it
that you support yourself?

I do what I can to scrape by.

Once I get my HVAC business
going again,

I'll be stacking the cash.

You had your own business?

Yeah, before I got locked up,
I used to fix HVAC systems.

I was damn good at it, too.

Look, I'm just saying,
people are gossiping about Mom.

Oh, no! Gossip!
Shut up.

And Chuck's mom just heard
some crazy thing

about Harry being in a cult.

And it wouldn't kill you
to take Mom

to some symphony benefit

nonsense gala thing
that she loves

so she doesn't have
to go alone or miss it.

Um, no. No thanks. I'd rather
eat glass, thank you very much.

Really? You'd rather eat glass?

That's a little overdramatic.
Really?

I think, if anything,
it's under-dramatic.

Allison and I went to
the Philip Glass Symphony once.

Lawrence and I wanted to go.
Did you enjoy it?

Not really.
I don't care about
supporting the symphony.

But you're not going
to support the symphony.

You're going to support Mom.

I've had a really bad day,

week, and two-year stretch,
so, no,

I'm not going with Mom to face
off with her mortal frenemies

in ball gowns while she lies

about her whole life
being so wonderful.

Wow. Sounds like you really did
have a bad day. What happened?

Don't encourage him.

Why, thank you
for asking, Chuck.

I'm sure Allison remembers
Brian McAtee?

Yeah, he used to come into
the mini mart where I worked

in high school
and shoplift beer for his dad.

And you let him do that?

Yeah, I'm the bad guy
in this story, babe.

What about him?

Oh, he's just missing,
on the run,

wanted by the police,
and most likely,

guilty and going
to jail forever.

And I've been looking for him
everywhere, and cannot find him.

So it's been super, super fun.
It's like a really great,

awful weight on my shoulders
that I'll never be free of.

Hooray!
Can I have the meat, please?

I don't want
to talk about this anymore.

Todd? Todd, where are you?

Ugh. I have been looking
everywhere for you.

He's been right here
at dinner where you

were supposed to be an hour ago.
I have left messages
on your voice machine. I...

Look, I don't want
to hear it, okay?

You were right about Brian,
all right?

He's a big old loser.
I know, but Todd, I have

to tell you something.
He'll never have a house,

he'll never have a normal life.
But Todd...

He'll never have a mudroom,
or a job

that pays him six figures,
he'll never

have a tie that you approve of.

He's guilty, okay?
Stop talking for five seconds,

so I can...
No, Todd! No.

Brian is innocent.

Okay, so what are we doing here,
and what the hell is this?

It's an HVAC, or an H-WHACK,
or I don't know. I don't know.

Uh, it's the heating
and the air conditioning.

And-and Brian's father told me
that he used to repair these.

So, I looked up his record, and
turns out that he burglarized

a bunch of businesses
that he serviced.

Okay. Did he work
on this, here?

I have no idea,
but my gut tells me

that he broke
into this building,

and this air... thing
helped him somehow.

Huh. The pawn shop guy did say
his heating wasn't working.

Yes. Good. Okay.

Great. Get on up there!

Get on up there?

You shimmy up the side.

What? What am I,
The Human Snake?

Todd, he might have broken in
through that vent right there.

So, go!
All right. Uh, okay, look.

Look, I'm gonna... Hang on.
Yes. Oh.

Good. Yes. Ladder. Smart.

Okay.
What? Oh, Todd, that's...

You just stand there and
do nothing. I'll do everything.

No, no, I'll help.
Just up here. Yes, up here.

Just please help. I...

Oh, good. That way.
That's a real team
effort. Thanks, Mom.

Appreciate it.
Now be careful
you don't get a splinter,

sweetheart.
I got it.

Yeah. That's it. Perfect.

Good. Higher. Higher.

All right.
Yes. And now faster, faster.

Hurry up. Go, go, go, go.

And, uh, be careful.
Don't break your neck.

Well, which is it? Go faster,
or don't break my neck?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Can you hold this, please?

Steady me?
Okay. Go ahead.

Okay.

Good.

Nope.

No way any adult human
could fit in here.

It's-it's a small hole.

Okay, well, now take
that cover thing off

and reach
around inside.

Okay.

Good.

Stick your head in.

Stick my head in?

Uh-huh.

Squeeze on in there!

It's too small!

I'm telling you,
there's nothing in here.

Do I have
to do everything myself?

The one little thing
that I asked you to do.

No, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?!

I asked you to get in there.
That's what I asked you to do,

is get in there.
Do not climb up.

This is not meant
for two people.

And look inside
and look for evidence.

That's what
I'm asking you to do.

At least take my hand, please. Okay.

Hold me. Hold me. Okay.
I got you. I got you. Look.

Okay.
See for yourself.

See? Nothing in there. What?

What is on your hand?

I don't know. Toxic vent dust,

orange asbestos.
Taste it.

What?
Taste it.

No. Ew! It's...

cheesy.

Danny.
Danny?

Like Santa down the chimney.

So, let's talk about that night

that you went for a ride
with Uncle Ray.

You mean in Brian's car?

Yes, sweetheart.

In Brian's car.
Where did you go?

If I tell you, Uncle Ray won't
play games with me anymore,

and I like playing with him.

You play games
with your Uncle Ray online?

It's okay.

Answer the question, Danny.

We went
to help Uncle Ray's friend.

What kind of help did he need?

He locked himself
out of his store.
Mm-hmm.

So me and Uncle Ray needed
to get in the shop

through the secret door
and bring him stuff.

What, uh...
what kind of stuff?

Money and coins, jewelry.

As much as we could carry
without dropping.

And where was that secret door
that led you down into the shop?

In the back.

It's small,

but I went through the hole

just like Uncle Ray taught me.

It was pretty fun, I guess.

Is this because
Uncle Ray stole Brian's shoes?

I told him he had

to put them back.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's okay, son.
It's okay. Come here.

You didn't do
anything wrong.

We have to find Brian.

Did you call his new number?

No.

Well, what else was I gonna do?

Not run. I was afraid you were
drunk somewhere in a ditch.

Just... I didn't see a way out.

It's... it's like I couldn't
handle the stress, man.

Yeah, you definitely need
some better coping skills.

And you got
to stay out of trouble.

My mom's not always gonna
be around to bail you out

and give you my ties.

I'm gonna get
my act together.

For real this time. Yeah.

Gonna stop drinking.
I don't know.

AA, group therapy.

Maybe some
Anthony Robbins-like badge

of personal achievement
kind of deal.

Whatever works.

Hey, do you think
I could keep the tie?

Considering
the recent developments,

there's no reason to pursue
this matter any further.

This case, along
with the violation

of the terms
of the ankle monitor,

is dismissed.

Thank you so much,
Mrs. Wright.

How am I ever gonna repay you?

Well, you could start
with no more trespassing.

Gotcha.

Be grateful for your uncle.

On it.

And Brian, I am... so sorry

I didn't believe in you.

Oh.
Oh, hey.

Hey. Hi. Hi.

Your mom just texted me.
Brian's off the hook?

Yes! Redeemed in the eyes
of society. For now.

He'll be okay. For now.

I can't believe
his own father was trying

to frame him for a crime.

Yeah, well, this is why
parenting is tricky,

and why people shouldn't
have any more babies.

No more babies.
No! No more babies.

Not for a while, no.

I mean, why would you
want to bring a baby

into the world right now?

You're not having
a baby, are you?

It's actually illegal
for you to be asking me that.

Oh.
But no, not yet.

We are having a baby
in November.

Huh?
Of 2025.

In three years.

Oh. So, you have a plan,
like, a family plan?

Yup, we have a plan.

We?
Yeah.

I mean, without a plan,
how are we gonna frame this baby

for a pawn shop heist?

Right, well, try
to pull that off

while it's still small enough
to crawl through a heating duct.

I think they stay small
for a while.

Uh, anyway, gotta go.

Sure.
But, uh, congrats

to "redeemed in the eyes
of society" Brian.

Yeah.

You-- not so much.

Thanks. Thank you. Thanks a lot.

Wow. You look great, Mom.

Thanks. And Chuck's tux
almost fits you perfectly.

Hmm.

Are these for me?
These flowers

that my neighbor, Mrs. Jackson,
threw in the trash last night?

Well, they're still alive,
and they're new to you.

Oh, uh, anything else
on that other matter?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Check this out.

Oh.

Right now?

Margaret! Oh, hello. Where are
you? Are you coming tonight?

Hi, girls. Yes, of course.

My date was late,
but he's just arrived.

Date?

What about Harry?
Who is it?

Oh, it's just a handsome
young man that I know.

Harry and I... have split.

But you knew that, didn't you?

I mean, the way
you've been gossiping about me,

all around town,
which is so unkind,

and frankly, it's ill-advised.

I mean, Desiree, how would
you feel if somebody found out

that your husband
had been let go from a job

because of
inappropriate behavior?

Or...

that you have been
having long lunches

every afternoon
at The Heathman,

oh, with Erica's husband?

Oh.

See you at the gala, ladies!

That was cold.

Ice-cold. Come.

Wow.

Ah.

This is for you.

Mm-hmm.

It's your old copy
of Harriet the Spy.

Wow! I didn't know
we still had this!

Thank you. Thank you.

Was this in one of my old boxes?

Where are my boxes, by the way?

You still have my stuff, right?

You didn't throw my stuff away?

Mom? It was only three boxes!

It was four boxes.

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