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- Previously... - MATTY: 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.
- My grandma loves these. - It's biological.
Next thing I know, I'm standing smack-dab
in the middle of a Costco with a four-pound bag.
Bitsy again?
I don't have the energy to talk to my sister.
She's a lot.
I'll sneak in, grab the printouts
of Julian's whereabouts the day the documents went missing
and prove he was the one who stole 'em.
Talk to me about Slamm'd.
The class is certified, great lead plaintiff.
We start trial next week.
Sorority girl named Violet
suffered a heart attack
after someone spiked her drink
- with S... - Slamm'd!
Are you pressing charges against Kennedy?
Considering it.
Kennedy was trying to hurt Zoey,
which makes Violet's death an accident,
not a crime. Drop it.
So you can win your class action?
Yeah. And get this really bad product
off the market so that it doesn't happen to another kid.
That's my bear, and I'm about to slay it.
Productive session, Counselor.
Feel we advanced our case.
Bitsy?!
Oh, get in here and hug my neck!
Oh! And I was saying to Cindy Shapiro,
"She's my big sister and I'm gonna go to New York and see
"what the heckadoody she's up to!"
Don't look behind you. Pretend you're on the phone.
- What's going on, Shae? - There was a mistake.
A temp in Wellbrexa's legal department accidentally sent
over 342 pages that were not supposed to be included.
Because they're outside of discovery?
The pages should not have been included.
- I can't do anything illegal. - And I'm not asking you to.
I'm just telling you that if those documents
are scanned into your system,
Wellbrexa's opioids are pulled from the market.
The company loses billions in revenue,
and you lose millions in fees.
Tried calling your father, but he's...
Australia, till the end of the week.
Okay, enough with the parking garage.
This isn't All the President's Men.
It doesn't matter. Wherever they met back then.
The biggest problem is we don't know what the document is.
Oh, thank you so much. I wasn't sure.
Okay, you know what,
don't get snippy with me
because you're annoyed with your sister.
What could she possibly be baking now?
Hasn't she already made everything?
- Let's focus. - Okay.
We have the timeline from Julian's key card.
Yes, we do.
And I have to figure out where he actually went
- after he took the document. - Yeah. And what about motive?
Impressing his dad? The money?
The mysterious half million he used to buy the brownstone?
Mm, conjecture, Counselor.
Oh. Batten the hatches.
Hurricane Bitsy's making landfall.
You have two types of sage.
Tell me you eat out of that garden every night.
Oh, yeah, we do. We plop right down in the dirt
- and pop tomatoes. - Well, you should.
I always say the biggest trick the devil
ever pulled is called "farm to table."
And I'll tell you what,
I wish I was his business partner.
Muffins?
Oh, after I get home tonight.
Oh. A-as a reward.
Matty has a big class action starting today.
Well, I'm sure your job's real important
if you decided to move cross-country and uproot Alfie.
Um, well, as a matter of fact,
- it was Alfie who inspired the move. - That's what he said.
But he clammed up tighter than an oyster when it got to specifics.
Butterscotch?
You know, I swore I'd never eat 'em,
but then I turned 60,
and there I was...
At Costco with a five-pound bag.
Yeah, you told me that story.
Well, I can never tell if you're listening or not.
Well, okay,
I'm off to liberate some wild peppermint
from your neighbor's yard.
She's here, use it as research.
Remember, Matty Matlock does not exist without Bitsy.
Matty Matlock has substance underneath.
My sister is a grown woman named Elizabeth
who likes to be called Itsy Bitsy.
I will keep her occupied.
And away from my office.
If Bitsy figures out what we're up to...
She can't keep a secret.
- And my hometown is fueled by... - Fueled by
deep-fried Twinkies and gossip.
I've got your sister.
I will also make sure the door to the office is closed.
- Lock it. - Uh, done.
You just figure out where Julian went
once he had the document.
On it.
And did one of you make copies?
- I got it right here. - Increased profit posted a marketing change...
- Okay, everyone breathe. - How?
It's game day and you have everything riding on this case...
two years' worth of work, millions in sunk costs,
our partner race...
Thank you for that.
Good luck with your jury selection.
Are you really rooting for me?
Three-part answer. As a human being, yes.
As your competitor in the partner race, no.
But as the person who's going to win
- said partner race... - Okay. I get it.
You always hit a joke too hard.
Everything okay?
Just a fly that needs swatting.
What's going on, Shae?
Did you hire the Glenroys to do your jury work on Slamm'd?
Elijah's recommendation. He worked with them years ago.
I'm the in-house jury consultant, Olympia.
This makes me look bad.
That sounds like a "you" problem.
This is an important case and I needed a new dynamic.
Plus, there's two of them.
You fell for the husband-wife schtick?
I believe they're siblings.
Look, Olympia.
- Hm? - Can we just clear the air
about what happened?
You mean with my husband?
Pass.
I've had enough people hand me their guilt.
You can keep yours.
Today is about my client.
I got to admit, I got some serious game day nerves.
- Worse than my football days. - I get it.
This is two years of your life.
But you're in such a great place now, Tucker.
Which we need you to hide.
You are the face of this lawsuit, and court is theater.
Curtain goes up when jury selection begins.
Your pain needs to stand in for the entire class.
That's why you're the named plaintiff.
So even if something's hilarious, no laughing.
- Small smiles are fine. - Which is why I specifically said
"no laughing," not "no smiles."
I'm getting brother-sister.
I'm getting married but unhappy.
I'm getting exhausted.
We need to reject anyone who leans libertarian
from our panel, anyone who might blame
the person over the product.
We'd like to dismiss juror number nine.
Subgroups to dismiss, including anti-vaxxers,
end-of-day preppers, anyone liking social media posts
with the word "militia."
We'd like to dismiss her, yes.
And anyone who's ever been sued,
either at work or at home.
We'd like to dismiss Juror 23,
and thank you so much for your service.
We'll be researching as you go.
Remember, one bad juror can poison the whole well.
My last challenge.
Get rid of 31.
Agreed. 32 looks good,
college-age daughter.
Counselor?
- Uh, yes, we'd like to dismiss 31. - All right.
Juror 31, you may go.
And since both parties are out of challenges,
I will seat Juror 32.
Congratulations on completing jury selection.
We will begin opening statements after lunch.
Has Shae been there the whole time?
The whole time.
Mentee assignment for today.
Yeah?
Keep her away from me.
And I get that there are two of them,
but now do you understand why Olympia needs to talk to me?
Sarah come on, this is beyond...
You're wearing earbuds?
You are persuasive and I am susceptible,
so I am listening
to Pride and Prejudice and like Elizabeth Bennet,
- I am holding my ground. - Sarah...
You are not to approach Olympia.
- End of story! - This is...
Matty!
I need your help.
Ironic. Unfortunate.
Look, I know we've had our issues, but...
Will you please put that phone down and listen to me for one minute?
It's about Olympia's class action.
Ladies and gentleman of the jury, you are
about to see how Slamm'd engaged in a methodical,
multi-million-dollar marketing campaign.
And yes,
part of that marketing campaign
included promotional events.
But their influencers were given
a safety speech to recite word for word.
One that required consumers to be over 21 and to drink responsibly.
But they didn't want you to drink responsibly.
Because they had flavors called Blasted Blueberry
and Wasted Watermelon.
Yes, my client leaned into the fun.
Yes, they used social media.
But again, they targeted...
People like my client, Tucker Hoth.
Went to Alabama on a football scholarship.
Drank Slamm'd one night his freshman year of college,
blacked out, next thing he knows, he's jumping
- out of a moving car. - And now he can't walk. Yes.
And that is terrible. Yes.
But we have sold millions of cans of Slamm'd.
And we've only had one person jump out of a moving car.
Because it's not the can, it's the consumer.
Tucker Hoth made a series of bad choices.
And his choices, ladies and gentleman of the jury,
were taken away because of how quickly Slamm'd worked
and how dangerous it is.
Slamm'd is a perfectly safe beverage.
Any misuse or abuse is the sole responsibility of the person,
not the product.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Ready to call your first witness, Ms. Lawrence?
We're gonna need a minute.
Oh. Uh, sorry.
What's going on?
Shae found something that Hayden and Alli missed.
Juror 32 had a blog written under a pseudonym.
It's problematic.
How problematic?
Kind of problematic that could sink our whole case.
Ms. Lawrence cannot seriously be asking
to remove a juror after opening statements.
I can if he misrepresented himself.
Dozens of posts from a libertarian Reddit board,
two specifically citing
"a litigious society where people won't take responsibility
for their own stupidity."
You really think he had a nefarious plan to infiltrate
our jury so that your client wouldn't get a settlement?
Despite not knowing ahead of time what the case was about?
No, but once he found out what it was about,
he lied to get on the jury.
Let's talk to Juror 32.
You can't alienate him in case the judge decides
- to keep him on the jury. - I know.
So just ride the line,
keep your eyes on the judge the whole time.
I made those posts pre-Covid.
Then my cousin died during the pandemic,
changed my whole point of view.
Got it. Although, your posts stopped
a week after you were fired,
so I'm just checking to make sure
you didn't stop posting in case
your opinion clashed with a future employer?
No. Like I said, changed my views. Happens a lot.
I used to love Nickelback,
now they make my ears bleed.
I was totally honest on my questionnaire,
I promise.
I'm prepared to proceed unless you have
further questions, Ms. Lawrence.
No further questions, Your Honor.
I cannot believe I'm stuck with a lying libertarian on my jury.
I'm hoping pastrami can make up for Alli and Hayden.
I'm sorry.
They came through for me at my old firm.
My fault, too.
I should have just gone with Shae.
We'll have to figure this out over pastrami.
- Uh, "we"? - The best way to make it up to me
is to be part of the solution.
I can't lose this, Elijah.
I've got over a thousand plaintiffs
counting on me, and now my job is on the line, too.
Be my second chair.
Juror 32's blog contains a lot of ideas about men's rights, too.
Having you next to me can't hurt.
Oh, that smile means you're in?
Did I have a choice?
No.
That's the tenth text today
- that's made you giggle. - I don't giggle.
Heard the "gig" and the "iggle,"
and I know it's not about the case.
Just a buddy of mine.
I'd believe you if you had buddies.
Just tell me who she is already.
No thanks, but if you're dying to talk affairs of the heart,
I'm happy to talk about you and Kira.
Just going with the flow to see if I might be open to being open.
"Might" is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that answer.
I can't quit Kira yet.
In addition to excellent kissing,
she gives me the scoop on complex webs of power
and hierarchy enforced through corporate architecture.
What are you talking about?
A new single office is opening up.
Not just any office,
Olympia's first one at the firm.
It's mentor-mentee fate. That office is mine,
and I am the only one who knows about it, so...
Please tell me that's not...
The application for the office.
Mrs. Belvin told me about it.
Also fate, I guess.
Fine, then we'll both go for it,
but we can't breathe a word of it to anyone else, otherwise...
We'll be fighting off every associate here. Deal.
Mm-hmm.
Where are you going?
To... run a quick errand before the break's over.
What's the problem?
I can't find the cream of tartar in your pantry.
That is not an emergency.
No, but without it,
my baked Alaska's gonna wind up
looking more like a baked Arizona.
- Look, I'm at work right now. - You know,
while I've got your ear, your spice drawer
has rosemary where the thyme should be, and...
I've got to go.
Why're you whispering?
You're a spy now?
- Everything okay? - Yeah. Just Alfie.
Oh, still not feeling right?
Yeah, he's got an upset tummy.
He's gonna take the bus home.
Don't be ridiculous.
Send a company car for him.
- Oh, no, I couldn't. - You could and you should.
That's why we have the cars.
I told you, you're important here, Matty.
Emailing as we speak.
Good.
That was close.
Which is half the fun of being in
a secret office relationship, no?
Well, Simone, my last relationship started
when I was 16, so we had to keep it secret
from my P.E. teacher.
Okay, the most important thing's not to tell Sarah.
She'll try to get in between us.
No, she wouldn't.
Okay, she would, but I won't let her.
Well, you wouldn't be able to stop it.
It's like your jury:
One person can poison the well.
And she's your office mate.
Maybe not for long.
I'm working up a new profile on 32.
Okay. In the meantime, give me ideas. We need his sympathy.
What if we put Kennedy on the stand?
The girl who poured
Slamm'd in a cup and killed a sorority sister?
Don't know that she's giving us sympathy.
No, she's giving us the fact
that she used the product as intended
and killed someone because it's inherently dangerous.
True. And she'd never have brought it
into the sorority if it was properly labeled.
I mean, she knew Violet had a heart condition.
Yeah. Plus, Juror 32 does have a college-aged daughter.
He might connect to Kennedy.
Did the ADA drop the case against her?
Not yet, but that's not going anywhere.
Call Kennedy, see if she'll talk to us.
We'll keep laying down the foundation in court.
Dr. Wells,
as a biophysicist, what sets Slamm'd
apart from other canned alcoholic beverages?
Well, for starters, it contains five times the alcohol
of similar products, in addition to caffeine.
And what does that combination do to the human body?
Accelerates inebriation, while the caffeine decreases
the body's ability to metabolize and recover.
And why is that so dangerous?
A person's body won't be able to feel the usual
warning signs associated with excessive drinking
until it's way too late.
Can you read the label for me, please?
"Five shots in one."
And can you turn the can for me?
What does it say there in neon yellow?
"Warning. This contains caffeine."
Which feels pretty clear.
It is, but it doesn't say how much.
It doesn't have to.
The Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau
only requires companies to state if a beverage contains caffeine,
not how much it contains.
And, Mr. LaPorta,
as head of compliance at Slamm'd,
do you follow the letter of the law?
Absolutely. Our entire goal
is to ensure safety for the people who drink our beverages.
So, why don't you list how much caffeine's in it?
We considered it,
but studies show people don't read
if there's too much fine print. We wanted people
to focus on how much alcohol there was
so they didn't get too drunk.
- So you weren't hiding something? - Of course not.
Look, we don't list how much vitamin C is in it either,
but we've never been dragged to court over it.
That juror is eating this up.
Don't worry. We're working on a witness who could help.
Olympia, Kennedy and her parents
are coming in in the morning,
but, uh, she won't testify
unless she has complete immunity for all future charges.
Call me back.
I'm about to find out, kid.
Okay, I got the documents. What now?
You get rid of them.
Forever.
A shredding room? No.
Yes, that's where he went.
So the document is gone for good?
Seems that way.
Well, now what?
Not sure yet, I'm just gonna go
stare at my board and pray for inspiration to hit.
Are you sure you're not avoiding your sister?
Well, okay, maybe it is two birds...
Madeline,
what on the G-d's good Earth is going on here?
So, now you know what's going on.
I'd like to ask you to remain calm.
I'm calm,
and I'd calmly like to tell you
that this is worse than when I walked into
Burt's man cave and found the puppy scam.
Do not compare me to your ex-husband.
I knew that he didn't have a crate full of Havanese puppies,
and he knew he didn't have
a crate full of Havanese puppies,
and there he was,
promising everyone Havanese puppies.
Because Burt was a psychopath.
He was a psychopath?
Hold on, here.
Oh, it's Cindy Shapiro.
You cannot tell her anything.
I know,
because this is a crime
and you could go to jail.
Nobody's going to jail.
I'm putting together evidence,
and when I have enough,
I send it to The New York Times
and let them take it from there.
And if you get caught before then?
Nobody's gonna press charges against a little old lady.
A little old con man,
and you are no better than Burt.
Don't take the bait.
Burt took innocent people's money
and slept with call girls.
I'm trying to right a wrong.
A web of lies is a web of lies,
and someone's gonna get caught in the middle of it,
and my guess is Alfie.
This happens to be important to Alfie.
He's just a kid.
He didn't get to choose.
And you don't get to weigh in on my family,
so don't go there. Again.
I made a mistake.
A mistake is forgetting your keys.
I didn't know where my little girl was for a week.
Ellie was safe.
She told me not to call.
She said she just wanted to regroup after rehab.
Yeah, well, kids don't get to choose, like you said.
She was 19.
I did my very best to help, Madeline.
I loved her, too.
And none of this... none of this...
is gonna bring Ellie back.
I know that.
But the people responsible have to answer for it.
Until you know what it feels like
to bury a child,
I don't need your opinion.
Yikes.
If I'd have known you were coming, I would've tidied up.
You know, put out some snacks.
Oh, no snacks needed, I won't be long.
I just came because...
You need Kennedy on the stand in your class action,
but she won't come out of the shadows
until it's safe, meaning I stop sniffing around with charges.
Exactly.
I get it. I do.
And as much as I'd love
- to help you... - Oh, come on.
You have, what, 73 cases?
That's a good memory.
It's 84 now.
Make it 83.
This is not worth your time.
I'll owe you one.
You know the difference between a favor and a debt?
A favor is just some vague,
open-ended obligation that most people never make good on.
A debt can be precisely calculated.
It demands equivalence.
And I'm loving your deep thought,
but what does this have to do with my case?
My office owes a debt to Lydia Reed,
whose campaign contributions fill its coffers.
Lydia Reed is insisting that you prosecute Kennedy?
Her daughter is dead because Kennedy gave her that drink.
She wants someone to pay.
- Wait, who is Lydia Reed? - Violet's mom.
And she owns half the real estate in New York,
lots of political power.
Speaking of politics, a new application was submitted
for that empty office, according to Kira.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Simone applied.
Weird.
OMG, you are the worst liar, you obviously told her.
- Me? - I saw you guys coming out of a closet, Billy.
Fine. We're seeing each other.
Duh, why did you keep it from me?
Because you both don't like each other
and I didn't want you to poison the well.
Impossible! It's already full of toxic sludge.
- Okay, Sarah. - Sorry, I just think
that you deserve someone who doesn't try
to steal an office out from under you, right, Matty?
Who's taking what office now?
Olympia's very first office opened up.
It's small, on a floor that hasn't been renovated,
but it's got a window...
- R-Reno-Renovated? - Yeah.
Floors 21 through 24 got a remodel about five years ago.
Seven.
See? You don't even know the history of Jacobson Moore.
- I deserve it, right, Matty? - Mm-hmm.
Trust me, Olympia would want me to have her old office.
Trust me,
Olympia doesn't care about her old office.
The A.D.A. will drop the charges if Lydia Reed backs off.
Why don't you go talk to Lydia
and we'll go talk to Kennedy?
I want to help.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
What did you want, Kennedy?
For Zoey to get really drunk.
And-and embarrass herself.
I had no idea that Slamm'd could kill someone.
Do you remember the first time you heard about the drink?
It's okay, just tell the truth.
Senior year of high school.
I got an invite to a party over Snapchat at a huge warehouse.
They were handing out free cans.
At a high school party?
They didn't specifically say high school,
but a bunch of us went.
It was really fun. But they took our phones.
Who did?
Like party promoter types?
- We were all hooked. - Hooked as in...?
"Five in one" means five times cheaper, five times faster.
They kept saying that.
She's giving us brand loyalty, targeting minors.
But she's not testifying unless...
The D.A. drops the charges. I know. We're working on that.
You have a gorgeous home, Mrs. Reed.
I used to think so.
Now it's just filled with ghosts.
The place Violet did her homework,
the piano she played.
It gives me absolutely no pleasure to tell you
I'm also a member of the worst club on Earth.
I'm sorry.
I pressured Violet into joining the sorority.
- Can't blame yourself. - I can't not.
My Chi Sigma Pi sisters were my lifelong friends.
One of Violet's killed her.
And I know you're angry with Kennedy.
But she is not the responsible party
- and if you could tell the D.A... - No. Stop.
You do not get to tell me
who to hold responsible or how to grieve.
My daughter would be alive if not for Kennedy.
- I know, and... - And nothing!
If it were your child,
wouldn't you want someone held responsible?
Not a drink. A person who made a decision.
Exactly.
You need to leave.
Any luck? Is that girl Kennedy testifying?
- Were the charges dropped? - Unfortunately no.
But that's okay.
Tucker, we chose you as our named plaintiff
because of your story.
You just have to tell it. Though ten percent differently.
- To appeal to our libertarian. - Not a big deal.
- Just got to keep Juror 32 in mind. - Exactly.
Take a little bit more personal responsibility.
But I thought the whole argument was it's the product,
- not the person. - And it still is.
But now shaded slightly differently.
"I wanted to get drunk,
but also still be able to make choices
'cause I believe in choices."
Come on, someone must have snuck a phone into the party.
Agreed. We'll find it.
So, did you choose self-respect
and end things with Simone?
I did, actually.
You were right, her snaking the office, big red flag.
Hmm. I'm glad you came to your senses.
Me too. Your turn.
- Nope. - Oh, come on, Sarah,
you have to shut down this whole open relationship thing.
You're gonna hate it and I'm not sure your therapist has
the capacity to manage the mental fallout.
Dr. Shaw can handle more than you'd expect.
Heading to court.
Any progress finding the party?
No. And we tried to track down details about it:
who sent out the invites, who rented the venue,
did someone pull a permit.
But it was all a dead end.
Everything was paid for in cash.
Whoever threw this party was very careful
with leaving no fingerprints.
That just means they're definitely hiding something.
Keep looking.
We need evidence that they threw parties
with minors and hid it.
Juror 32 won't be able to deny that.
Tucker, were you trying to get drunk
the night of the accident?
Yes, I was.
And I take full responsibility for that.
Was your goal to get blackout drunk?
Absolutely not.
I wanted to have fun.
And I wanted to be able to make choices.
- And is that what happened? - No.
Can you tell us what happened that night?
No, I can't because...
I still don't remember it.
I know that the day before,
I was the first in my family to go to college.
The day before, I was on a football scholarship.
And the day after that, I woke up in a hospital.
I couldn't walk.
I was told I...
jumped out of a moving car.
Thank you.
Let's talk about your party days.
You used to go pretty hard, right?
I did. But I was an athlete, so never so hard
that I couldn't get up and go to practice the next day.
Thatta boy.
And what about if you didn't
have practice, like the night you won All State?
You mean my junior year in high school?
You know what this is about?
No. And I do not like it.
Yup. Your junior year.
Do you remember what you yelled to your teammates after you won?
Objection! Hearsay.
Withdrawn. Don't need your actual words.
Just tell us about your attitude
towards getting drunk that night.
Do you remember?
Not really.
That was, like, six years ago.
It's no problem.
Your Honor, since the witness can't recall, hearsay can be
admitted in the form of a recorded recollection.
And I happen to have one right here.
Warriors! Let's get so blitzed
we don't remember tomorrow!
Let's do it! Yeah!
You did what you could on redirect.
But it wasn't good enough. Especially not for number 32.
Please tell me you found something.
We found... the start of something.
Three pictures of this rager
that a few of Kennedy's friends were at.
And if you blow up the images,
those are cans of Slamm'd before it hit the market,
when it was still in R&D.
Slamm'd listed tons of parties they threw in their discovery.
But not this one. They are definitely hiding something.
Yeah, marketing to underage kids, clearly.
Exactly.
Build brand loyalty when they're young,
make Slamm'd the drink of college campuses.
- Problem is, we're out of time. - Then I go to the judge.
Convince him those social media posts
lay the foundation to bring in the kids
- who were at the party. - Tough sell,
with no link between the parties and Slamm'd.
Because Slamm'd is hiding evidence!
Hiding evidence is the epitome of evil.
We can't let them get away with it.
You're right.
I'm calling the judge.
Peace offering?
I'm just working.
Do you care about this case?
For real? Not just another ruse?
Well, a girl died for real.
A terrible product. It's dangerous.
Got it.
Well...
I should have called you.
I just wanted for Ellie to have a little time after rehab.
The fact that you're still justifying this,
having absolutely no experience with addiction...
No experience?
We had the same mom, remember?
She got sober when you were five years old.
Trust me, you missed the bad run.
Oh, sure, if that's the story
you'd like to tell yourself.
That's what happened.
I told Mom to quit drinking
or I'd take you to college with me.
- So she quit drinking. - Well...
that's true, but then you still left.
And-and Mom didn't deal with anything,
she just baked and ate.
That was her new addiction, and me. Why I didn't go to Georgia State.
You, uh...
You applied to Georgia State?
Yeah.
Came home one day, and found Mom
staring at my acceptance letter, crying.
Well, if I had known, I would have made you go.
Oh, no. You were busy, had a life,
doing big important things,
making it rain.
I had the info,
I-I made a choice.
My point is, is that we all deal with pain differently.
Mom with booze and Ellie with drugs
and-and you with this thing.
It's not the same at all.
Do you think about it every day?
Lie in order to do it?
Sacrifice relationships?
The thing is, you've got to feel pain.
Because eventually, the distractions stop working.
They either wear out, or you do.
Bad news?
Yeah, we, uh...
we lost the hearing.
We've got this great new evidence,
and the judge won't let it in.
Huh. You know, I remember when Cindy Shapiro missed
the deadline for the county fair pie-baking contest,
and they wouldn't let her in, and she went
to every important person in town,
from the mayor to the pimp, and no one could do anything,
or would do anything, but, uh... it's all the same.
So? How did she get it in?
'Cause I'm open to suggestions.
Well, unfortunately, she didn't.
I mean, a deadline is a deadline.
Sandy Cloots won with a pie crust that was so soggy,
it was like chewing on a sponge.
But, oh... here's what Cindy did.
She dropped off a pie at the local newspaper reporter's house
because she really believed in it.
And the next week, her pie was on the cover of the paper.
And to this day, you ask anybody and they would say
Cindy won that contest.
So, deliver the pie elsewhere.
Deliver the pie elsewhere.
You're pretty smart, you know that, Itsy Bitsy?
I've been trying to tell you that for years.
We just found this video.
Hard evidence that this alcohol company
was preying on high schoolers.
I'm not saying don't blame anybody,
I'm saying blame the right people.
Kennedy brought that drink in.
Because this company targeted her.
Since high school.
They marketed to minors and then they hid the evidence,
which is criminal.
But your case is civil.
Because money will shut them down.
Force them to take this product off the market,
so no other mothers join our club.
I know what it's like to want justice.
Trust me. I want it, too, more than anything.
So help us.
And after, let's get the D.A. to press charges
against the real criminals.
The ones wearing suits, who don't even see our kids.
They just see the bottom line.
So she's dropping the charges?
She's mad, she's motivated and she's raring to help us
figure out who lied at the company.
Ah. Great.
Okay, first step, we get Kennedy on the stand.
- And then, I'm think... - Good news.
We found out one of the unsanctioned Slamm'd parties
was broken up by the police.
In Connecticut, but Billy's sister is going to try
to hook us up with the local PD to get more intel.
We just need a little more time to get the contacts.
Excellent. You two keep working that lead.
I swear, they're hiding something,
and if we can get it admitted into court,
this could be the nail in the Slamm'd coffin.
What's up, Matty?
Yeah, I'm just thrilled about these developments,
and my grandson's better.
Good.
Hey, everything go okay with Alfie and the car?
Because you know you can use it anytime.
He loved it. I'm afraid he's never gonna ride the bus again,
thank you very much.
Let's call Kennedy into prep.
Unfortunately, that won't be necessary.
Tucker's settling, for $100,000.
No. I'll call him. We'll convince him
- not to take it... - I just spent an hour with him.
He was spooked after his testimony. He's out.
But no Tucker means no named plaintiff
- which means... - Our class action is screwed.
Okay, what's our next move?
I'll go.
How'd you know I'd be in my old office?
Oh, I think I know you pretty well by now.
Plus, I looked at six other places first.
As always, appreciate the honesty.
Scotch?
Two years of work down the drain.
The partner race...
It's not over.
Trust me, it's over.
For two years, I've been doing these pro bono cases
and I've been saying,
"Wait for Slamm'd."
You know, "Just wait for Slamm'd."
So...
you regroup.
There's no regrouping.
Julian gets partner,
I leave.
But wherever I end up,
you're my first hire.
If you want to come with, of course.
What?
Oh, it's just embarrassing.
You know, my bladder...
When you turn 76,
every liquid heads for the exit.
But...
...don't you move,
because when I come back, we're gonna figure this out,
and we're gonna make a plan.
You got me?
Got you.
Counselor, I wanted to show you something in my amicus briefs.
Oh, I knew it.
I knew you were still seeing Simone.
You left the Post-it.
Of course I left the Post-it note.
I knew you were lying to me. What the hell?
I thought you broke things off with Simone.
Well, I thought about it, but then I realized
- I didn't want to. - Billy, she's not good for you.
Yeah, well, neither is Kira.
But we're both a little hooked right now, aren't we?
- Yes. - Exactly, yes. So we just need to support each other.
If I complain about Simone, you agree.
If I go back to Simone, you get amnesia.
And you'll do the same if I decide to try to consider
trying to try being open with Kira?
Yes. Even though I think it'll never work,
I'll support you.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Ew, are you seriously texting Simone right now?
What? I'm already in here.
Okay, so, before room 21-97
was a shredding room, it was a coffee bar.
And then he went to the bathroom again, room 25-11.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Okay, I got the documents. - No.
It can't be you.
It can be.
I don't understand. It was Julian's key card.
We lived together. Must have switched key cards by accident.
Happened all the time.
- But I don't believe it. - Why not?
You've had Julian's for days and no one's even noticed.
- But... - But nothing.
You've been telling yourself the wrong story, Matty.
Look at the evidence. Make sure you're blaming the right person.
The Redditor said,
"One of these three."
Senior, Julian and me.
And the only one who would've been spending time
in the women's bathroom...
Face it.
I hid the document that could have saved your daughter's life.
Want more proof?
Check my old office.
See if the person who stole the document ended at room 25-23.
Matty, is that you?
Yeah.
Hey.
So, tell me your plan. What's next?
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