Thanks for the advice.
But I guess I won't be needing this anymore.
What happened?
I told her I was sick of her bullshit.
What?
Ellen, you're a first-year associate.
When Patty was my age,
do you think she would have tolerated a boss like her?
- No. - Then why should I?
Was this about the case?
Sort of.
I uncovered some evidence on my own...
but Patty was more interested in putting me in my place
- than what I found. - I see.
She says it's all about the case, but it's not.
It's about her and her mind games.
Yes.
I want the clients to win their case, but...
I'm not gonna be Patty's punching bag.
Oh, you'll bounce back.
Which is why I'm here, Mr. Nye.
I need ajob.
The law will always be here, Ellen.
But your wedding is coming up, isn't it?
Yes.
You know, I made similar mistakes early in my career.
I never took a honeymoon.
Don't let your life pass you by.
Is that a no?
Babe, this is a nightmare.
What is?
This seating arrangement, it's...
more complicated than the bar exam.
Can I sit your cousin Jake next to Heather?
Why are you always trying to pimp Heather out?
I just thought, you know, they both love hiking...
and narcotics.
They'll have lots to talk about.
How'd it go with Nye?
He wouldn't give me ajob.
He told me to take a vacation.
I love this man.
All right.
I will see you later, okay?
Okay.
Hello, David.
Patty.
May I come in?
Do you want to call me later?
Yeah. I will.
I was wondering when you would show up.
You impressed me with this.
I wasn't trying to.
Just take the information and use it.
It's all very intriguing, but how does it help our case?
George Moore was heading up the SEC investigation
into Frobisher's company,
but according to a former SEC investigator...
- Laura Watkins. - I met with her.
She believes that Moore was making a big show
of wanting to take down Frobisher, but behind the scenes,
he was torpedoing the investigation.
And all the rest of this, the hotel records,
the rental car receipts, the flight manifest?
All show that George Moore was in Jacksonville, Florida,
the weekend before Frobisher sold his stock.
Moore drove down to Palm Beach to tip off Frobisher?
It's a nice theory.
- No proof. - Use it anyway.
- Put pressure on Moore. - To do what?
Get Frobisher to settle.
I could never understand why Moore leaked Arlington,
but now it makes perfect sense.
He must be afraid of what would come out in a trial.
Moore wants the whole case to go away.
And if he knows that you're closing in on him...
He'll give us more dirt we can use against Frobisher.
So...
we need to go back to Moore.
I think so.
And you're the only lawyer in my firm he'll talk to.
It's a nice apartment.
Isn't it?
Go back to Moore.
And...
of course, you can have your job back.
I don't want it.
But I'll talk to Moore.
I want you to win this case.
Our court date.
Six weeks, folks.
Tom's running point,
so if he needs you to do something, do it.
Exhibits, witness prep, it is deadline time.
Felicia, do you have the expert list?
You'll get it tomorrow.
That's it.
Make your mothers proud.
- Where was Ellen this morning? - I don't know.
Maybe she wasn't feeling well.
Half the office saw her storm out the other day.
- Did Patty fire her? - Just focus on the case.
Everyone's talking. What are we supposed to say?
Whatever you want. Tell them Ellen's dead.
Just get me the goddamn expert list.
You know, I hope she was fired.
I never liked her.
Ray?
Hey. What are you doing here?
I thought you could use some lunch.
What have we got here?
A nice fillet, some asparagus,
and some blackberry cobbler.
Sweetie, this is stupendous.
I finished my meetings this morning,
and I just realized how much I miss you.
I know, I know, I'm sorry.
This case is just taking over my life.
They all do, Ray, but...
this one...
this one's different.
I worry about you.
You're so quiet these days.
What?
You've never accused me of that before.
Well, it's true.
As soon as the case is over,
I'll be a regular old chatterbox again.
Well, that'd be nice.
We'll take a few days...
go see your sister in Tacoma.
I'll believe that when I see it.
I promise.
Sit. Sit, eat.
Oh, that smells good.
See you tonight, sweetheart.
More wine?
Oh, no.
We're gonna be closing soon, so...
Looks like I'm your last customer.
I suppose I just lost track of the time.
You're always coming in here with work. What do you do?
I'm an attorney.
You know, I don't believe I've ever caught your name.
- Gregory. - Ray.
A blackout?
You were probably still in kindergarten.
This was 1977,
very first week I arrived.
I made an auspicious debut.
Shit.
- Guess when I got here. - When?
Last September.
I'll say. Before or after?
Just before.
It almost made me change my mind, but then I thought,
"If I leave now..."
...they win. Right.
I probably should have left, though.
Why is that?
I don't know, I...
I just can't...
get going, you know?
I live in a shithole, and I barely make enough to pay my rent.
Why'd you decide to move here in the first place?
I'll try anything once, I guess.
Oh, sorry.
It's my wife.
You're married?
I've never seen her. You never bring her in.
I come in here to work, clear my head.
You like being an attorney?
I like the relationship...
between attorney and client.
There's intimacy there...
Trust.
Someone puts himself in your hands.
And you like that.
I do.
What are you doing here?
Oh, a couple downstairs said the ceiling was dripping.
Just checking for a leak.
And the lamp?
Noticed a bulb was out.
Does Ellen know that you're here?
No.
Patty Hewes told me to take extra special care of you.
Next time...
call me.
Don't ever do this again.
You have 57 new messages.
- Patty, it's Tom. Where are-- - Message skipped.
- It's Tom. You gotta-- - Message skipped.
Hi, baby. I'm in Rome now.
- I'm worried-- - Message skipped.
- Hey, it's Tom. I really need-- - Message skipped.
- Yeah, Mom, I'm up at Henry's. - Message skipped.
I don't know how to tell you this.
I just got a call from Hollis Nye.
Somehow Ellen's in jail.
I don't know how to tell you this.
I just got a call from Hollis Nye.
Somehow Ellen's in jail.
She was arrested for killing David.
How was Sawgrass?
I'm sorry?
Did you hit the green on 17, or end up in the drink?
Depends on when you're talking about.
June 2002.
You were in Jacksonville, Florida,
the weekend before Frobisher dumped his stock.
Yes. I hit the green.
I'm sure you did.
Then you drove four hours to Palm Beach
and tipped off Frobisher that the SEC
was about to release a report
damning his company's finances.
Frobisher give you a nice kickback?
I was trying to prosecute Arthur Frobisher.
Not according to Laura Watkins.
- I don't know what you think-- - I think you want this case to be over.
And I think that we can help each other.
Give us something on Frobisher.
And if I don't?
Then Patty Hewes starts looking into you,
your finances, your investments, your bank accounts.
Anything you have hidden, she'll find it.
I told you, I can't give you Frobisher.
- But I can give you somebody. - Who?
Same time tomorrow night. Meet me here.
I'll bring you a present.
Jesus Chri--!
Scared me.
You're so cute when you think you're alone.
Oh, yeah?
I'm living life in reverse.
First breakfast, then bed.
What's that?
Our first wedding gift.
Don't get too excited, though.
It's from Aunt Marge and Uncle Fran.
A garden gnome.
But we live in an apartment.
Thank God your family has some taste.
What did Patty have to say?
She offered me my job back.
And what did you say?
I said no.
Good.
I don't like having her in our lives.
Neither do I.
You want breakfast?
- Sure. - Oh, no.
- Who is it? - Lila DiMeo.
Don't answer it.
But this is the third time she's called this week.
Well, we need to do something.
This girl's pissing me off.
We need to talk.
How'd it go with Judge Toomey?
Patty, when are you going to announce Ellen's firing?
I'm running around the office avoiding people's questions...
And?
And I'm a partner now, and I need you to treat me like one.
If you have plans for Ellen, I need to know them.
There are no plans.
Then you should tell the associates that.
Ellen approached a key informant without our knowledge
and she was fired. People should know that.
Go announce it.
Thank you.
And Tom...
you're right. You're a partner.
I should start treating you like one.
Goddamn it, Gregory! You had one task.
One task, and you screwed it up!
How would I know the guy was gonna show up early?
You shouldn't have been in the condo!
You were supposed to rent it, leave the key,
and take a goddamn vacation!
I'm sorry, Ray,
but I'm telling you, the girl didn't see anything.
Look, the important thing now
is for you to say nothing.
You just forget any of this ever happened, understand?
I understand.
Look, I'm sorry for raising my voice at you.
It's my fault. I screwed up.
Well, I'm the one who sent you down there.
Listen.
That gift I gave you for going down there...
Stock?
Do yourself a favor.
Sell it tomorrow.
- Let me have a double scotch. - Right away, sir.
You believe this?
I'm staying in a hotel room.
I can't be in that house anymore.
You better get me the best goddamn divorce attorney in this city.
Of course.
One battle at a time.
Art...
we were right.
About what?
George Moore.
He sold you out.
Arlington.
Gregory Malina.
It's all him.
He sold you out.
So, you meeting with Moore later?
Yeah.
He won't give up Frobisher,
but he's gonna give us someone else.
You've got him desperate.
He's trying to make the case go away before it closes in on him.
If Moore tipped off Frobisher,
that's a crime.
Why shouldn't we just go after him for that?
Because our clients come first.
Criminal charges would take precedence.
Our case could get pushed another three years.
We'll get there, Ellen.
One step at a time.
- Here. - What's this?
It should hold you over for a few weeks.
I'm not doing this for money.
I know you're not, but take it.
Don't be foolish, Ellen. Everyone needs to eat.
- Mom? - Yeah.
Oh, hey. Sorry to interrupt.
Michael, this is Ellen Parsons.
Hi. Nice to meet you, Michael.
Yeah. Cool.
Are you using the car tonight?
Me, Henry, and Julius are gonna head to Foxwoods.
To the casino?
You can't get in.
Mom, fake IDs.
You guys have a nice night.
She's kinda hot.
Where the hell have you been?
I've been waiting for over--
Are you sure you're all right?
I'm fine.
Here.
I'm sorry you went through that.
I hate these people.
Photos link Ray Fiske to Gregory Malina,
and the documents prove that Fiske's guilty of insider trading.
You should be able to use that.
It's blackmail, Ellen.
Just do what needs to be done.
So, Mr. Frobisher offered $500 million to settle
and Patty Hewes turned it down.
At that price, this case should be over.
She's overplaying her hand.
Gone and convinced herself
that Arthur's outburst in that deposition room
will be worth more to ajury than it actually is.
My grandfather adored you, Ray.
I'm told people thought you were his son.
He was a fine man,
even better mentor.
He'd be tickled pink to see what you've made of yourself, Marshall.
We all have the utmost respect here for you, Ray,
we truly do.
So...
I won't mince words.
The senior partners have lost confidence in your ability
to effectively try this case.
You gotta be kidding me.
And as you know,
Mr. Frobisher's case bears enormous consequence
to the future well-being of this firm.
The partners want me to shadow you from here on out.
You'll consult me on any and all tactical decisions
as we move to trial.
Look, Arthur Frobisher is a stubborn man,
stubborn and complicated.
There are complexities to the case
that are beyond the normal scope.
- Look, Ray-- - Marshall...
I'm sorry, no offense, but I'm gonna have to talk this over with Amos.
It's been decided.
I'll be looking over your shoulder every step of the way, so...
you'll turn over everything you've got,
get me up to speed by the end of the week.
What do you have there, girl?
Let me see.
Come on.
Come on, girl, open up.
Don't you just love dogs?
Yeah.
They're like people,
only without the bullshit.
Go play, girl. Go.
Client reps rethink the offer?
What's this?
It's our counter.
The wealthy patron
who paid Gregory Malina's way down to Florida--
I'm guessing it was you, Ray.
Where'd you get these?
Does it matter?
They'rejust pictures, Patty.
They don't mean anything.
Read the document.
You transferred stock to Gregory Malina,
then told him to sell,
using information you got from your client.
I don't give a shit about your private life, Ray,
but I can't sit on this kind of information.
- Patty-- - Unless you and I
come to some arrangement.
There is no way Frobisher is gonna offer you a better settlement.
I don't want one.
This case is gonna be tried in a courtroom.
I am not tanking my own case at trial.
Think about it, Ray.
- Take your time. - I don't have to think about it.
Frobisher's my client and my friend.
We wouldn't be having this conversation
if Gregory Malina was still alive.
You're a Baptist, right, Ray?
Repent.
Thank you.
Mr. Phillips wants to sit down with you later.
I'll be here.
I think we just got our second wedding gift.
- Really? - Yeah.
Probably from Aunt Barb.
She told me she ordered something online last week.
Okay. Wait, just--
Hang on, Mom. Hang on.
I'll open it.
You know, ordering gifts on the internet
is not as easy as people say.
I tried to find your name on the registry page,
but there were three Ellen Parsons in New York alone.
But anyway, you know,
this means you're gonna have to start sending thank you notes.
- Oh, my God. - What?
- Who would send this? - What is it?
Honey? Honey, what is it?
Hey, Ellen.
What's going on?
Yeah, do you still have Lila DiMeo's phone number?
Yeah, I think.
Hey there, it's Lila.
Sorry I'm not around, but i bet you know
what to do and when to do it.
This is Ellen Parsons.
Stay away from my fiance, or I swear to God,
I will come after you, you crazy bitch!
We're done, Ellen.
Hello?
Stop, stop it, just stop it. Listen to me.
Damn it, will you just-- No!
Lila, you need to stop calling me.
That was great, Ray.
Thanks for dinner.
- Had to celebrate your new job. - Yeah.
It's gonna feel strange going to work in a suit.
It looks good on you.
Thanks.
Gregory...
What is it?
We can't be in contact anymore.
Why not?
Looks like the government is charging my client.
Ray, I don't know anything.
No, no, no.
We can't be seen together.
Okay.
I'm gonna miss you, Gregory.
I'll miss you, too, Ray.
Look, Gregory...
What?
What is it?
- No. - Gregory, please.
Please.
No, Ray, please, that's...
- That's not who I am. - I don't believe you.
Ray.
Please.
Jesus, Ray!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ray.
I'm sorry. I...
What is it, Ray?
George Moore is dead.
I heard.
I got a letter...
from Gregory Malina.
When?
It's over, Art.
What is?
- It's over. - Ray, what's over?
Ray, what the hell are you talking a--
Hey.
Mallory.
What time is it?
You eat? There's some grilled salmon in the fridge.
First thing in the morning...
we have to leave.
To go where?
- My sister's? - No.
We have to get out of the country.
I don't understand.
I'll explain everything tomorrow.
Right now I need you...
to pack our things.
Ray, you have to tell me. What...
Mal...
you have to trust me.
Will you do that?
Well, yes.
Yes, of course.
Okay.
There's a few things I have to take care of.
- You got my message? - I did.
Yeah, so I've been mulling things over.
I'd like to sit down with you, see how we can work this out.
I'm glad to hear it, Ray.
We can get together first thing in the morning.
I'd prefer sooner.
I don't want this hanging over me, you understand?
Of course.
What are you doing later tonight?
I can be anywhere you want me to be.
First movie I saw in four months where I actually stayed awake.
- Okay. - Yeah.
I've got another hour here, then I'll be home.
Okay, babe. I love you. Bye.
Love you.
Hey there, Ray.
Hello, Patty.
Do you want a drink?
- Thanks, no. - Sit.
How you holding up?
I've been better.
Did I ever tell you why I became a lawyer, Ray?
No.
You never told me.
I thought I could change the world.
Silly, huh?
I just liked getting to wear a tie every day.
Now, you and I are two sides of the same coin.
How's that?
We love the game.
Another case, a bigger win-- it's an addiction like any other.
You're blackmailing me, Patty.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
Long as we're clear.
Frobisher is guilty, Ray.
Help me set things right.
You're a friend. We bring out the best in each other.
After this, we have a hundred more rounds to go.
I don't see how that's possible.
I'm not looking to destroy you.
We attorneys survive.
It's the clients that come and go.
I can't go into a courtroom...
and deliberately lose my case.
I know it will be painful, Ray,
but six months, a year from now,
it'll all blow over,
and you'll come work with me.
- Patty. - I'm serious.
You would do that?
Hire the finest goddamn litigator I've ever come up against?
Yes, Ray.
Absolutely.
There's a place for you here.
It's win/win for both of us.
- Okay. - Good, Ray.
I'm glad.
You know...
I always wanted to work with you, Patty.
Not anymore.