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Previously on So Help Me Todd...

This is my life,

putting an ad in the newspaper in Iceland

to tell my missing husband that our marriage is over.

You... kissed me.

And now, you're just, like, no, it never happened.

Life's too short to not be friends.

I've got less than 100 hours left until I get

my P.I. license restored, and then, who knows.

I'm mostly just trying to escape from Mom.

Moving in with her a part of this exit strategy?

And I'm Alex.

Vegas. What about tonight?

Like elope? Mm-hmm.

A divorce? Are you sure?

Yes.

Well, it's a beautiful day,

and here we are on the streets of Portland

for the 47th Annual Waterfront Parade. Hello!

Absolutely right, Bob.

Look, there's the governor. Oh, and there's Fang

from the Portland Widows.

Here comes the float from McBarton's Beer Company.

It says here that the driver of their float

is their employee of the month

Billy P.

Oh, wait a minute now, it looks like

the parade float from McBarton's Beer Company

is having a little bit of trouble.

It seems to be malfunctioning.

Oh, my God, what's going on?

That float is out of control. My God!

Hi.

Oh, Allison. Another bath?

What does that make it?

Number seven this week?

Mm, yeah, I guess.

Are you okay?

Oh, I...

No. No.

I am not sick.

I cannot be sick.

You might have that nasty 24- hour virus that's going around.

You should just get back in bed.

I have a huge settlement hearing

at 10:00 a.m., and I have to be there.

You remember that

parade float that lost control

and crashed into the crowd?

Well, they hired me to represent

the injured spectators in a class action suit

against the brewery,

and if I drop the ball on this,

Beverly will see it as a sign of weakness.

Mom, just take the day off.

I've only been able to eke out

a very tiny settlement,

and I am not going to bungle it.

I have to be there.

Mom.

I'm a medical professional. Go back to bed.

No, no, I'm fine.

I must attend the settlement.

Oh, God. I can't...

attend... (panting) the

settle... ment.

Well, hello.

Guess who was ten minutes early this morning

and who is late.

Oh, Todd, you have to find Susan.

Tell her she has to go to the McBarton Beer Company

arbitration conference and get that settlement signed.

Mm-hmm.

Scrambling at the last minute

to complete our homework? Did I mention

I alphabetized all the files in my nook

this morning? Todd.

Go find Susan now.

What's up?

Oh, super chill bloodbath in there, huh?

Yeah. What do you need? Uh, my mom needs you

to go accept a settlement offer.

I can't go anywhere.

Right, totally.

Well, Susan's a no-go, Mom.

Go try Beverly. Quick.

Stop it! Watch it.

You're acting like big babies!

Knock it off. You're the little man.

I'm telling you! Beverly is occupied.

You'll just have to do it.

Me? Wait, what? What am I doing?

There's a file on my desk marked

"Parade Victims v. Brewery."

If we don't settle before 10:00 a.m.,

the arbitrator decides the amount, and my

clients go empty-handed.

Relax, I've got the file.

Now what do I do? Wait. Does it smell like mint in your office?

Or like... (sniffs) minty roses?

Todd, I am counting on you right now.

I need you, so please,

please stop goofing around

and help me!

Okay, you know what?

Drop me a pin, and I'm there.

Get the pink page

marked "Settlement"

and go.

You've got 26 minutes.

Todd, you will be my proxy.

Find the plaintiff's representative,

Jane Tippet, you can't miss her.

Have Jane sign the settlement

with the arbitrator, and accept the offer,

but you have to do it before 10:00 a.m.,

or the arbitrator decides the final award,

and he is not favorable

to my side. Whoa!

Did you get all that?

You serious?!

Oh, God.

H-H-Hold.

Fourth floor. Back office. Michelle.

No, no, no, I'm not the... pizza guy.

Six minutes till success.

Can't believe we're getting away

with this paltry settlement.

Especially since Margaret Wright is their attorney.

I guess she's not so tough after all.

She's about two feet tall out of those stilettos.

But she makes up for it with those gigantic blouses.

Good thing she never heard

about "Crimson Monday."

Crimson Monday?

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Yeah, I got pizza here.

Uh, fourth floor, Michelle.

There now.

The arbitration has officially commenced.

She's not here. Margaret Wright abandoned her clients.

Then you have the authority

to choose the figure awarded.

No! We don't want you making this decision.

Todd, accept the offer.

In the absence of our representative,

I will speak for the plaintiffs, and we will

accept the settlement amount offered.

Got it.

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

I'm here, and I, um, I speak

for these people. I represent the plaintiffs.

I'm from Crest Folding,

I am Margaret Wright's epoxy,

and-and we are rejecting

this settlement offer.

And how are we today?

I don't really know.

Uh, I feel weirdly untethered from my life.

Like the future

that I saw for myself

is gone.

So...

what's now?

Anyway,

you're in town tonight?

Yes, I'm...

here for dinner.

Where's Clem?

She's right there.

Where's Uncle Chuck?

That's a really good question.

I don't know.

He might be at home, at his home.

I don't actually live there anymore.

Um, how's your mom?

She's fine. It's viral.

I made her stay in bed so we don't get it.

But isn't Todd in there with her?

Whatever.

So, everything is great.

Uh, it all went perfect,

but, uh, I did make one tiny change.

See, the clock was ticking, and everybody was yelling,

and I guess I overheard-- I mean, I did

overhear these awful defense

lawyers, who looked like America's Next Top Model:

Legal Edition contestants,

talking in the elevator

and congratulating themselves on pulling one over on you.

And they were referencing this secret something called

"Crimson Monday" because they're hiding something,

or they are lying to you, but, anyway,

one thing led to a mother,

and I sort of stepped up,

in a good way, and acting as

your proxy-- it's not epoxy--

I kind of took over the case,

and I, uh, rejected the settlement offer.

So...

no big deal, right?

Mom?

It's good. Baby, eat your pasta.

Oh. You feeling better, Mother?

Mother?

Did I do something... Shh.

Did you today

ever say the words,

"I am a lawyer"?

No.

"Legal counsel"? "Attorney"?

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

I-I-I just said that I, uh, speak for these people,

and I said I represent them.

Mom?

Oh, my God! Whoa.

Oh, Todd.

You are brilliant.

What? Wait, you're not murdering me?

And waste genius

like this? Of course not.

Todd, I knew

that they were hiding something.

They were trying to force us

to accept their crappy settlement

so we wouldn't find out.

This Red Sunday...

Crimson Monday. Mm.

We need to investigate,

and the little stunt you did today

bought us the time we need. What?

"A Plaintiff Group in a class action suit

"may change their representative

"once and only once, and if

"a change is made,

"the arbitration hearing must be delayed

for three business days."

Wait, so I'm their attorney now? So to speak.

Oh, fantastic. I mean, I'm basically

a lawyer anyway at this point.

I mean, briefs, motions, overruled.

Oh, but, Todd, you have to be careful.

Huh? You must never misrepresent

yourself or deceive these people. Yeah. I know.

It is illegal. Okay.

If the plaintiffs think that you're a lawyer...

we let them,

but you must never lie to them.

No lies, whatsoever,

for three days. Oh, um...

No lies? But how? No.

What are you gonna be doing?

I am going to use these next three days

to get some answers.

And what am I gonna do with the plaintiffs

while you figure out this Crime-son Monday--

uh, Crimson Sunday. Now you got me doing it.

Crimson Monday.

You are going to stall.

This is outrageous.

We have no idea who you are.

I am from Crest and Folding.

You're a lawyer.

Is that a statement or a question?

Ugh, classic lawyer response.

Well, what happened to Margaret Wright?

And why on earth did you reject

our settlement? I mean, look at us.

Our lives are falling apart.

Look at Elton. He's pitiful.

So, um...

Margaret Wright is...

indisposed,

and there has been a significant development

in your case-- or our case,

and we just need some time to,

uh, look into it and, hopefully,

um, get more money.

Yes, and now I have to ask,

does anybody here know what "Crimson Monday" is?

Yes. Elton?

I drank a ton of those at Mardi Gras.

Nope, that's not it.

Okay, well, moving on.

No, we're not moving on.

We have questions,

and we all have enormous

medical bills to pay.

Right.

My wrist was shattered.

It was shattered.

I'm still dizzy when I stand up.

I'm so sorry.

I hear beeping wherever I go.

But you... broke your leg. Yeah.

Okay, well, um, I feel like now would be a great time

to bring in my "medical consultant."

Uh, yeah, so, um...

the beeping,

you heard this before the parade?

I've always heard it.

Right, so I don't think you can

sue the brewery for that,

but the-the broken leg...

Do you have any idea what it's like to be dizzy

and disoriented at all times?

So funny you should ask that. I know exactly how that feels.

Like, I didn't recently get hit by a parade float,

but I feel like my life

has unraveled recently.

Keep it parade related. Yeah, sure. Um...

Okay, so, my medical advice,

as a doctor,

I am one, is that you should put

your trust in this man and just

let him have the time

that he needs

to do

whatever it is that he needs to do,

and, in the meantime,

if anyone wants to see a movie...

Okay, thank you, thank you very much, medical consultant,

thank you. Um, well,

it looks like the verdict-- excuse me,

the diagnosis is in.

So, you guys can all just sit tight

and wait to hear from me.

Hey. Hey.

The brewery financials came back pretty clean.

No shady offshore accounts,

clean record with the IRS.

Well, I found something.

Are you wearing cologne?

Oh...

Didn't you have lunch with Alex?

Alex, a... professional

forensic accountant, was kind enough

to deep dig up some dirt for me.

What dirt?

Someone smells marvelous.

Mm-hmm.

It would seem our homegrown

microbrewery, McBarton Beer Co.,

isn't so mom and pop anymore.

They were acquired,

just two weeks before the parade,

by a massive corporation,

E.L.B.I., "Endless Lake Beverages International."

Code name for the acquisition, which won't be made public

for two more weeks? "Crimson Monday."

Of course, it all makes sense now.

First, E.L.B.I. bought the brewery,

then the parade accident happened, and now

E.L.B.I. is hiding behind the brewery.

Because once those plaintiffs hear "bought by E.L.B.I.,"

they'll want a much bigger settlement

from E.L.B.I.'s much deeper pockets.

So, the brewery is a subsidiary that is protecting

the parent corporation? Mm-hmm.

Then how do we tie the two together

and get to E.L.B.I.'s money?

And how do we do it before the new

arbitration settlement in, ugh, two days?

Okay, quick, Lyle, Susan,

somebody, just check very quickly and see

if anyone has ever sued one of E.L.B.I.'s subsidiaries

and forced them to open up their fat corporate piggy bank.

Glad you're feeling better. Oh, thank you.

Looks like only once, three years ago.

One attorney got a huge settlement out of them.

Oh, great. Who is it? We'll ask them for advice.

Here's that report verbatim.

"There are no birds living out here. This is a swampy

"hellhole full of snakes,

trash, and abandoned couches."

Corduroys.

I think not.

Uh...

Okay, now, now, well, just-just-just so

we're clear here,

last time we saw each other,

you threw me out of a restaurant.

I did not throw you out. You left

after I made it clear that you were no longer welcome.

Now, you want pointers

from me on how to beat E.L.B.I.

A professional favor,

which I'm more than happy to repay.

Later.

Fine,

but you owe me.

What do you want to know?

Uh, in order to "pierce the corporate veil," as it were,

and to gain access to E.L.B.I.'s money,

we need to prove that E.L.B.I. had direct control

over some aspect, I mean, any aspect,

of McBarton Beer Company's daily operations.

Here's the thing about E.L.B.I., that place

is a cesspool of smug bastard executives

with God complexes that can't keep their fingers

out of anything. If E.L.B.I.

is buying that brewery, I guarantee you

they've already stuck their noses in there.

Those executives are never gonna talk,

ever.

But the employees, they will.

Ever know an employee that didn't complain about their job?

Never.

Thank you so much.

That is very helpful.

And I now owe you

one favor.

Whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What, that's it?

You pump me for information,

no apology?

Apology?

You want me to apologize to you?

Uh... You're interviewing

for my job.

That wasn't your job.

It was nobody's job. That is so like you.

You know, if anyone owes anyone an apology... If you want that job,

then go out and take it. ...you owe me.

Okay? Don't blame me. Oh, God,

I knew it was a mistake to come here.

Yes, it was a mistake. Yeah, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Todd, major intel.

I've discovered that the brewery employees

were trying to unionize,

but it looks like they were opposed by that floor manager

I sent you to find.

Have you located her yet? Yes.

Got eyes on her right now.

So, Theresa...

Theresa Wallace. Question her

and find out what she knows about E.L.B.I.

Okay, great, I got to go.

Okay,

today is all about fun and romance,

and your future, which starts now.

Hi.

Hi.

Okay, I hate these things.

I always get so nervous,

and men just lie about everything,

so don't lie to me.

Tell me about your last relationship.

Uh... well, um...

Me? Uh, Todd. So, yes, um, Amy

was a great girl,

Rose Festival Queen, but she's at Cornell now.

And then there was Lea Luna.

Lea Luna, the podcaster?

PDX Files.

Yeah, she's much too cool for you.

No. Yes.

This Veronica sounds terrible.

But it was all just a trap to get my mom arrested.

And now, Susan's engaged

to this awesome guy, Peter,

and I guess that's that.

But you love her, right?

Huh.

Hi.

Allison? Oh, my God,

what are you doing here? Oh, my God, hi.

I'm here, I'm speed dating.

Do I like woodworking? No, you don't.

Okay, 'cause I maybe just told a guy

that I would build a canoe with him.

I don't think that you should be here right now.

It's too soon? It is too soon. You are definitely not ready

for this, Al. Mm-hmm, okay.

And get away.

Bye-bye. Love you.

Mm. Hi.

Mm.

How are you? Aren't you a nugget.

Aren't I.

I'm Theresa. Hi, Theresa.

I'm Todd. So...

uh, what do you know?

Or what do you do, um, for a living?

I'm a floor manager. Impressive.

McBarton Beer Company. Heard of them.

You know, I just bought a sailboat.

50-footer.

And I'd bet

you'd look so good tanning on my deck

with me all over you

like SPF.

Uh-huh.

I think I'm in love with you.

No you're not, no you're not.

Okay, but I am open to Cuba, for sure.

No one's open to Cuba here. No one.

Okay. So... Y'all know each other?

Uh, yes. No.

Well, um, she's my sister. It's a long story.

We're not dating. That's good to know.

Mm-hmm.

So, what do you do for a living?

Well... He's an investigator at Crest Folding.

Are... Okay, now I'll get out of it. Back to you, Paul.

You work for the law firm that's suing my brewery?

I shouldn't be talking to you.

I could've loved you.

And I'm calling my lawyer.

Y'all nasty.

Okay, just... just...

She seemed nice. You should go after her.

So, Todd, I've discovered

that the brewery union was being

organized by someone named Billy P.

Is she...? I don't know. She's totally lost her mind.

But this fledgling union has to be significant to the case,

and this Billy P... And Theresa.

How does she afford a brand-new

50-foot sailboat on her floor manager's salary?

I mean, that is definitely suspicious. It is.

Margaret, Todd, Jane Tippet is here to see you. Oh, hello, Jane.

What are you... Did you think that we were fools?

No, I... He's not even a lawyer.

I never said I was a lawyer. I never said I was a lawyer.

I did not... And then we hear that he's

throwing himself at that Theresa woman

in public. Our opponent. What?

Begging her to love him.

No, I never said-- I did not--

I was gathering intel.

You made fools of us.

And you asked us to trust you.

And now, the brewery thinks that we are desperate,

and they have cut that ridiculous settlement offer

in half. In half!

Yeah. Okay, we can fix this, Jane.

It is too late.

The final settlement is tonight.

And I am gonna speak for the group,

No, Jane... and you are both fired.

Fired? No, wait.

Good day.

Mom, we can't just give up on this.

The new settlement hearing isn't until 8:00.

Maybe we could find... Todd, the plaintiffs

have moved on, and so must we.

We can't jeopardize what little settlement

they have left.

I'll just, I'll go tell Beverly what happened.

Oh, great, that's the last straw for me, then.

I am definitely gonna get fired.

I mean, I have pushed it too far one too many times.

I'm gone. Kersplitzo.

Oh, you're not kersplitzo.

Yes, I am. Wood-fired pizza.

Canned Film Festival.

PD Axed.

Todd, I will take care of it, if I can.

I just have to think of something to say.

Earth, Wind Fired.

Hey, Allison? What's going on?

Hey, I'm just... Uh, Margaret.

Could you take a seat, please?

Okay.

It's actually good timing to have you both here.

Because I have something for each of you.

It's official.

You are both hereby divorced.

Oh, Allison.

Allison, honey, I-I know this isn't how

either of us wanted things to turn out,

but we are... Mom.

You're gonna be okay.

And so am I.

But right now, I think I want to be alone

so I can figure some things out

by myself. Okay.

Okay.

Yep.

I love you.

Thanks.

Congratulations?

Oh, my God, what a day, what a day.

Uh...

Thank you, Susan.

Hey. Hey.

How'd that go?

Let's just say it wasn't a banner day for love.

Francey, am I an idiot? Is marriage ridiculous?

I mean, if the two of them can't make it work,

then what am I doing getting marr... Suze, stop.

Don't compare yourself to anybody.

Not them, not anyone.

This is your life. What do you want?

I don't... Do you love Peter?

Yes.

Do you want to spend the rest of your life with him?

Yes.

Then that's all that matters.

Silly girl.

Todd, I got info

on the McBarton Beer Co.

from the National Labor Relations Board.

The workers did file

paperwork to organize a union.

Oh, I guess no one told you

we were let go from that case.

Yeah, the final settlement's at 8:00,

and, uh... we're out.

Don't bother telling Lyle

so he can work all night with no sleep.

Would it make you feel any better

to know that I'm likely gonna be fired?

For impersonating a lawyer

and losing a client and opening a credit card

in your name. Wha...

Well, that part's a joke, but I'm probably gonna get fired.

Oh.

Well, that is... unfortunate.

Unfortunate indeed.

The brewery workers, they filed to start a union, right?

Yes. The papers were filed by one of them.

A William Phillips.

Oh, okay. Thanks.

Yeah.

William Phillips?

With a P?

And William, which could be Billy,

and P for Phillips?

So, possibly, Billy P.?

Possibly.

What was the name of the guy

who drove the parade float?

"Billy P."

So, uh, William Phillips,

aka Billy P., the union organizer,

was driving the parade float...

When he was overcome by carbon monoxide and nearly died.

Is it possible... Someone was trying to...

Kill the union organizer?

Double martini, please.

Wow. Bad day?

Ah, ha, ha. Yes.

Me, too. Well...

Oh! Oh! Oh, no.

My phone. Super.

Just super. Can I get another pitcher

of Portland Union Brew back here?

This one's got a phone in it.

Make it a triple martini.

Hello? Anybody?

It is dead. It's dead.

So, how'd it go with E.L.B.I. and piercing

ye olde corporate veil?

We failed. I failed.

The plaintiffs fired us,

and they're about to get steamrolled

over the final arbitration tonight.

And I might have gotten my son Todd fired,

and my divorce--

and my daughter's divorce, Allison--

came through on the same day,

which was just so sad.

Are you even listening to me, Gus?

Yes.

You are not. You are playing with darts.

I'm not playing with darts, I am playing darts.

Here. Give me one of those.

♪ Sometimes, we say... ♪

Eh, that's not bad. You got to...

try and lift your arm up a little bit there.

Do not give me dart tips, please.

Dart tips are the pointy end, you know?

♪ When you realize... ♪

I'm really sorry what happened with the E.L.B.I.

Although, I'm not surprised you lost to them.

Oh! Really?

You're not surprised? Oh, I see, I see, I see.

So the great Gus Easton

can beat E.L.B.I... Oh, come on.

but poor, little, tiny Margaret can't?

Oh, come on, I didn't say that. Would...

Will you please stop trying to pick a fight with me?

No, I am not trying to pick a fight with you. Yes...

You just now were trying to pick a fight with me,

by saying, you know, "I'm not surprised about that."

That is horrible. I mean, anyway,

why should I stop... Because I like you, okay?

And I'm doing my darnedest to try and date you,

if you'd just be quiet long enough

for me to ply you with my charms.

Oh, and does plying me with your charms

include walking out on our first dinner date?

You said it was officially over.

And by the way, I paid for the check on the way out.

I would like you to know that. And probably expensed it.

Oh, I have never, ever, in court or on the street,

met a woman as frustrating as you.

♪ Where to? ♪

Gus.

When you were suing E.L.B.I.,

is it possible

any of their subsidiaries had unions?

Oh, hell no. They'd never allow that.

No, they're like rabid wolves

when it comes to organized labor.

That's it. The union.

They were trying to stop the union.

Oh, Gus, do you think that it's possible

that E.L.B.I. would go so far as to demand

that any of their future subsidiaries would squash

any union labor activity... Ow, that-that's sharp.

...before they would acquire them?

That's really sharp. Oh, I'm sorry.

Wait, that's-that's my phone.

Mom. That parade accident was no accident. Todd. Union busters, E.L.B.I.

The float driver was the union leader.

So, they must have stipulated that.

Yes. So it was attempted murder?

Yes. Yes. By Theresa?

Todd, how did you know to call me on Gus's phone?

I tracked your location. Lucky guess.

Well, uh, we have to get to that arbitration.

I mean, you-you do, you do, because you--

you are their representative.

Oh, my God! We've only got 45 minutes.

Okay. Yeah. Okay, Todd, before you go,

you need to make sure that... I'm gonna...

Todd? Todd?

Gus, you don't charge your phone before you leave your boat?

You threw your phone in my beer.

Gus, come on. We've got to run.

Gus, I didn't get a chance to tell Todd

all the things he's gonna need to know to prepare.

First, he's gonna have to request

that Theresa attend the meeting.

Then he's gonna have to question her.

If he's learned anything from working for me

this entire year, he'll already know all those things.

Todd is representing the plaintiffs?

Yes, and he has to get them, and Jane, back on board.

Oh, maybe if he tells them it was murder.

Are you sure your son is gonna be able to pull any of this off?

What are you saying about my son? How dare you! No, I...

Todd is very competent and he's very smart

and he's very capable, and he can convince

almost anyone of anything. Oh-- Oh!

At least I hope he can. What is going on with you? Ow! Ow...

I pulled a hamstring. Oh, my God.

Are you okay? Oh, God. No, it's okay.

No, it's okay. Go. Are you good? Okay, good.

Leave me behind. Go. I will.

Go! Save those plaintiffs.

I'll call you later! Go!

Todd, can you pull this off?

And can I trust you?

Oh, Todd!

Okay. Gotta go.

Oh, I'm sorry-- Ma'am?

The-the settlement arbitration is in session already.

Y-You can't go in.

But I'm Margaret Wright. I'm the attorney.

Oh, but I guess I'm not anymore. Okay, a-all right.

It's only representatives and clients.

But, uh, my son.

Is my son here? Oh, where is he?

Todd?

W-Wait, did you say Todd?

Yes. Todd Wright?

Yes. Uh...

Hang on a moment.

Are you "Mom"?

Ah! Yes.

He left this for you. Thank you.

Oh...

Oh...

Todd.

Todd? Todd?

Are you there, Todd?

It's me, your mother.

Yes.

You had better be right about this.

Please trust me. I'm not lying.

All right, sorry for all these last-minute changes

rushed through by the plaintiffs' representative.

But we were able to get

Ms. Theresa Wallace here

and you requested to ask her a few questions

before accepting

the lower settlement offer?

Yes. Ms. Wallace.

You are the floor manager

at the McBarton Beer Company Brewery, correct?

Yes, but why am I here?

Y'all just can't rope me into this last minute.

And he tried to seduce me.

Mr. Arbitrator, this is ridiculous.

This isn't a trial.

Just a few questions, you said, Mr. Representative?

Okay. Okay. Mm-hmm.

Now say "Mr. Arbitrator, sir, if you'll just..."

Mr. Arbitrator, sir, if you'll allow me

just a little runway, I will establish relevance.

Go ahead, then.

Thank you.

Okay, Todd, we've got this.

You remember playing tug-of-war in grade school?

Mm-hmm.

Well, this is just like that.

Yeah, you give a little slack, and you pull a little.

First we want Theresa off balance.

So we got to build her up.

Stroke her ego.

"Oh, you are so important..."

Mm-hmm. So, Theresa.

Hello again.

Floor manager sounds like a pretty big job.

It is. I supervise 53 employees.

Give a little more slack.

Let her think she's winning.

Wow. Fifty-three.

Sounds like your bosses have a lot of faith in you.

They have said they'd be lost without me.

Now pull. The union was a threat.

If your workers were successful in forming a union,

all of that power

and responsibility you had

would be threatened,

wouldn't it? No.

That's not true.

No? Oh, that's-that's funny, because all 53

of your supervisees signed a petition to form a union.

And I'm guessing, if we asked

any of them, they'd say they're not so crazy about you.

That's 'cause they don't like working hard.

Bring up Billy P.

If William Phillips, the union organizer,

had a little accident,

maybe...

all of this would go away.

T-This is crazy.

Now yank. Lay out the crime.

You fiddled with the exhaust

on the parade float that you built

because you wanted Billy P. dead.

No. That's not true.

Don't let up. Make the crime bigger so she has to explain.

You don't care if you hurt 40 other people

so long as you got

what you wanted.

What's a little broken leg here,

a broken wrist there?

40 people stuck with medical bills

and losing their jobs

because they're in too much pain to work.

But what's it matter to you?

They weren't supposed to be hurt!

Ah. We've got her.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

The driver wasn't supposed to get that far, and I just...

It was E.L.B.I.

They told me to squelch the union,

and I just... You just accepted money

from E.L.B.I. so you could buy your beloved 50-foot sailboat.

And you decided

to attempt murder.

We need to, um,

end this session.

And I need to contact the D.A.

This settlement

will need to be renegotiated.

♪ Isn't it funny... ♪

♪ Never gonna... ♪

♪ Imagine, harder when it's... ♪

That was amazing. Amazing. I know.

You were perfect in my ear and it was like we were, like...

Totally in sync. Yes! Yes.

Todd. Oh, that was incredible.

They are going to add a lot more zeroes

to that settlement number now.

Oh! Okay, I'll go get my keys,

and then I will drive you home.

♪ Tell me that love isn't... ♪

Francey.

What are you doing here so late? What's going on?

Oh, my God, I came back for my coat

and I found this in the mail.

I must've missed it before.

Todd, you did it.

You got your license.

I did it? You did it.

I'm back. Yes.

I'm back.

Yes. Yes.

Oh, my God. Oh...

Wait, uh, i-is Susan here, too?

No, she went to Vegas.

With Peter.

To do what?

To get married? Wait, seriously? Uh...

W-What time is her flight? Todd.

Please don't screw this up for her.

Screw this up for her? I'm not gonna screw this up for her.

What do you mean?

She's been building a life with Peter for a long time now.

I don't want you running off to the airport to...

Running off to the airport?

Francey, I'm not gonna run off... Just...

leave her alone.

Okay.

But you did it.

You did it. I did it.

Yes!

Oh...

Okay...

I understand we have a new lawyer here at the firm?

Oh, Beverly.

You scared me. Todd Wright, Esquire,

represented the parade plaintiffs

at the arbitration hearing this evening?

I can explain. You have put

the firm's reputation on the line again.

Your actions are unprofessional,

unethical and, frankly, ridiculous.

Beverly.

Todd and I followed the letter of the law

to the letter of the law.

And, frankly, I am tired

of being raked over the coals by you.

Excuse me?

No, excuse me!

I have bent over backwards for my clients,

for you, for Song, for this firm, for years.

Dancing like a puppet on a string

while you dangle a named partnership over my head?

And I'm sick of it!

I deserve to have my name above that door,

and if you can't see that, then you don't deserve me.

And I am more than happy to walk out of here,

and start my own firm and spend the rest of my days

kicking your legal butt up and down Burnside.

I've been waiting for this moment for a very,

very long time.

You, pushing back.

Fighting for what's yours.

Like a named partner should.

See you first thing Monday morning...

...at Crest, Folding Wright.

Okay.

I can't believe you got I can't believe you got

named partner. your license back.

You really deserve this, Mom.

Aww, Todd.

You, too. Yeah.

Oh, you know, it's gonna be a lot harder around here,

when you're gone.

Not nearly as much fun.

You know, I'm not gonna leave right away.

I'm gonna look into going freelance,

open up my own firm again.

You know, maybe take on some big corporate client first,

just to pay the bills. I mean, I'm not gonna leave

a steady paycheck and go right back to nothing

and no health insurance.

Todd? Hmm?

As your mother, you have no idea how happy those words make me.

"Health insurance"?

Todd. Okay, let's go home.

Okay. Oh, uh, actually,

I'm not gonna go home just yet.

I'm gonna go check up on a few things

and maybe get a bite to eat, but I will see you later?

Well, okay, then.

Good night. I love you, sweetheart.

I love you, too, Mom.

I'm proud of you, Todd.

So, what are we doing?

I don't know. I, uh, I was walking home,

and I saw that you were open and I...

I just got a divorce. Mm.

Then I'm not legally allowed to give you bangs.

Right, yeah. That makes sense.

I just, I just need a change. Like, something big.

You should go on, like, a retreat or something.

Like meditation? Or yoga?

I did this personal exploration weekend.

You get dropped down in the mountains

with, like, an apple and a knife,

and you have to just, like, live for two weeks.

It was amazing.

In the mountains? The point is,

you strip everything away and just figure out, you know,

who you really are.

♪ North Star... ♪

Are you sure

your leg's okay?

And you made it home all right?

Okay, good. No, Gus, I just got home.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna go take a shower

and then I'm going to change my clothes and...

then I'm gonna meet you over at your place.

I-If that's okay.

Yes, unfinished business. Uh-huh.

All right, I'll see you soon.

Harry?

Iceland... was horrible.

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