Previously on So Help me Todd...
SUSAN: Todd, what have you been up to?
You lost your PI license
and you almost went to jail.
TODD: I've hit bottom.
I think Harry has left me.
HARRY: I'm gonna go to Iceland,
be naked under the stars.
SUSAN: It's official.
You're both divorced. HAIRDRESSER: You should go
on a retreat or something, figure out who you really are.
Dinner? I thought you'd never ask.
FRANCEY: You got your license. Yeah. I'm back.
Vegas? What about tonight? Like, elope?
FRANCEY: She went to Vegas. Don't go to the airport.
BEVERLY: See you first thing Monday morning
at Crest, Folding & Wright.
Harry? Iceland was horrible.
MAN: * A.M. Portland. *
JAMES: Good morning, Portland.
I'm James Boulé.
And I'm Jennifer Gianola. Good morning.
JAMES: Traffic report is coming up.
JENNIFER: And we'll get to the weather
right after local cat psychic Fifi Majors!
(sound of waves rolling)
JENNIFER: Oh.
And in today's cooking segment,
I'll be meeting chef John Stores.
Good morning.
It certainly is.
JENNIFER: And why am I always doing the cooking around here, James?
Mm.
Toodle-oo. That's excellent.
Before we continue, I'd like to say...
(Margaret and Gus cooing, chuckling)
(Jennifer shrieks) MAN: Oh, my God! James!
("Nothing from Nothing" by Billy Preston playing)
(sighs)
Rise and shine, princess. (gasps) Oh.
Wow. I am never getting used to that hair.
Feel like I'm dealing with alternate Allison. I am
alternate Allison. (sighs) Wha?!
What? You left Taco Trap
wrappers on my floor?
What? Relax.
At least you can even distinguish between trash
and the floor of your new apartment.
Castle. My new castle.
And if you don't like it here, you can easily go back to Mom's,
or not so easily, undo your divorce and go back to Chuck.
Thank you. That's so supportive.
Once I get
this credit card thing straightened out,
I'll be out of here.
I've had a rough few days.
Wait. So, this hair guy said it was a retreat,
but they just dropped you off in the mountains
with an apple and a knife?
I don't want to talk about it,
and let me just quote you and say, "I'm only gonna be here
a few nights."
Hey, your garage was empty,
and yet I am giving you prime couch real estate.
(sniffs) This couch smells like death.
Do not die on that couch.
That couch was $17.
All right, I am going to get changed,
going on a run, listening to my podcast.
6,000 Ways to Outsmart the FBI?
It's amazing.
And then I'm zipping off to work.
So, good morning,
don't use that sink or open that window.
Good afternoon to you and goodbye.
What has gotten into you?
Why are you so chipper and gung ho?
Because I have a plan.
Psst, Margaret.
Oh, Francey!
Lifesaver. Oh.
Good God almighty.
I know. Hello. What...
So, long weekend, huh?
Must be nice to be name partner. Ah.
Wait, were you at Gus' place this whole time?
Yes. Yes!
It was amazing.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I just need to duck in here for a second. Okay.
Good morning, Millicent.
Wow. You look like hell.
Oh. I know. (laughs)
FRANCEY: Um, okay, but don't you think
we need to talk about, you know?
Oh. Yes, yes, yes.
Okay, so, did you see him
when you went into my condo to get these clothes?
Yes. Harry.
He's still there? He's still there.
But wait. Did you really not even speak to him?
You just walked away and slammed the door?
Why should I give that man one second of my time?
He disappeared to Iceland for an entire year.
I'm right here.
So, Francey, Uh-huh.
when you saw him--
Harry-- what was he doing?
Vacuuming. Vacuuming?!
Yes. In my apartment?
And baking scones? "Scons"?
Scones.
Oh. Wh-What is he doing?
Ah-ah. Take the next one.
You can't avoid him forever.
If he can walk out on me,
I can walk out on him.
Why is he still there?
Why won't he just go away?
Did you tell Gus?
No! Oh, yeah, it's...
I told no one.
And you won't, either.
I have just gotten my life back together.
And I am not going to just... Francey, everything
that you brought is just so fancy. Yes.
Because you have your name partner
welcome breakfast at 10:00.
What?! Oh, my... I completely forgot.
Okay, give me your scarf.
Okay, so,
you didn't talk to Harry? No.
I nodded hello and goodbye. Uh-huh.
He was busy... cleaning out the cat box.
Oh. I don't have a cat.
Well, you do now.
(elevator bell dings)
Hello.
(laughs softly) Hello.
(laughing) He got a cat?
What was he thinking?
(gasps) Oh.
Is my name on the wall yet?
Oh. Oh, okay, well, so, there was a printing error
with the sign-maker, and-- a typo--
and somehow, they took the first two letters of your name
and the last three letters of Song's name, and...
"Crest, Folding
& Wrong"?
It's a mistake. We're having it fixed.
Todd was so upset when he saw it...
Oh. Todd. I haven't seen him since...
Uh, where is he, Francey? Todd?
Oh. Todd.
Mom!
(phone ringing)
Todd Wright, PI
I'll be right with you, ma'am. Yes, $200 a day, plus expenses.
Thank you, too. Goodbye.
Ah. Margaret Wright. Hello.
Todd, what is going on here?
Is that a statue of a falcon?
Yes, from Maltese.
Can I offer you my card? My temporary card.
Well...
What is...
Aah! Todd,
you are not running your own detective agency
out of this law office.
I certainly am.
(buzzer sounds) (gasps, sighs)
Todd, I don't have time for this nonsense.
I'd be happy to walk you through the particulars
and the extracurriculars. Did you really think
that you could get away with all of this?
I'm not getting away with this. I am doing it.
I have a very important breakfast meeting right now.
And this is foolishly ridiculous and presumptuous and insulting.
And where exactly have you been for the past five days?
Because your beer-soaked phone is here,
but you were not.
You need to shut this down.
All of it, right now.
Beverly, Merritt, uh,
thank you. (laughs)
I-I am so honored,
and I am so excited to get to work.
To Crest, Folding & Wright.
Yeah.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
All right, time to get real.
Mmm.
The firm is going under.
Your predecessor, Alistair Song,
embezzled from client's funds.
We finally settled with the last of the victims.
Our coffers are empty and we're bleeding clients.
The new managing partner has a holy mess to clean up.
Right, Merritt? Managing partner? Me?
We need to reduce the workforce by 20%,
and here's a list of 16 employees
that you'll need to let go by end of business today.
Oh, I-I had no idea that we-we were in such trouble.
I mean, why-why didn't anybody tell me?
Well, we three need to keep it quiet.
We don't want the rats to find out and start jumping ship.
Welcome to the world behind the curtain.
This is insane.
16 people?
There's, uh, Michael and Pat and Imogene and...
Oh. What-what clients have we lost?
Weiden and Kennedy, OMEC, Powell's Books,
Cronin & Caplan, KOLP.
KOLP?
The local TV station?
But that-that is a client that I brought in.
Shame. Right when they need us the most,
now that the accident has been ruled a murder.
A murder?
That morning show nonsense.
From this weekend.
Margaret,
Jennifer Gianola was arrested today
for killing her cohost,
Oh. James Boulé. Ooh.
I have an appointment at the bank.
Uh, we can only hold onto these offices for the next six months,
and the first employees to be let go are waiting
outside of your office right now.
Congratulations.
Cheers.
(click, dial tone)
* *
I can't believe you got married on a zip line.
I mean, yeah, over downtown Las Vegas.
It was hilarious and stupid and... and fun.
But not so hilarious for our families, though.
My mother is threatening to kill us,
and Peter's mother-- mm-hmm-- is threatening to kill herself.
Oh, boy. Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. But I'm a married woman.
I am Peter's wife, and together,
we'll just-- you know-- figure...
You did have a gravy boat on your wedding registry,
right?
You deserve all the happiness in the world.
An armada of gravy boats.
Please extend my love to Peter
and...
Congratulations.
REPORTER: After making bail,
Ms. Gianola spoke with media outside the courthouse.
I am innocent. I had nothing to do
with the light that fell on James.
But has anyone talked to Roy Dobbs?
He's our office intern
and I happen to know that he was sleeping with James.
NEWSMAN: Miss Gianola accused office intern Roy Dobbs
of an alleged affair with her cohost James Boulé,
who was killed by a falling light on live television.
IMOGENE: Hi. Margaret. Congratulations on your promotion. Um,
Beverly's assistant said you wanted to see me.
Yes. Yes.
Um, I need to tell you...
I have to let... you...
...know...
what an amazing job you have been doing.
(laughs) Yes. Oh.
So... back to work. (laughs)
Yes, that's all.
And-and you can take the others with you. Yes.
That is all we have to say today. (laughs)
JENNIFER: Maybe Roy Dobbs
is the murderer. Did you ever think of that?
Why doesn't somebody talk to him, huh?
'Cause it's not me. It is not me.
(indistinct shouting, clamoring) Animals!
Jennifer! Jennifer!
Up here. Margaret!
Come on, back off, everyone. Back off.
Oh, my God. Shut the door, shut the door. Are you okay?
No, I'm not.
Wha-What are you doing here?
Well, uh, I saw you on the news. (sighs)
It is just a nightmare, and you know me--
I would never kill anybody. Uh, no.
God, of course not. I just came by to make sure
that you're covered and protected and...
Do you have a good lawyer?
Margaret, you're not seriously trying to win back our business?
Now? Today? W...
Well, Jennifer, you know
that the station is going to push you
to use their new lawyers, but if things
go south, those lawyers and the station--
they are gonna sell you out in a second, you know I'm right.
And I am certain
they will not give you the direct attention
of a name partner like I will.
All right, I'll take you on.
If you do something for me first.
(elevator bell dings)
Find James' real killer: his boyfriend.
Find Roy Dobbs.
I can do that.
Todd! I have a job for you.
I need you to find someone.
It's... Hello. Sorry.
Could you take a number, please?
(inhales deeply)
Might be a minute. Todd.
Stop it right now.
You are not going to run your own
PI agency out of this law firm.
Actually, I've spoken to several lawyers in the vicinity
I happen to be friendly with, and "when the party
of the first part"-- that's me--
"has been in residence for more than 12 months,
"then the party of the second part-- that's you--
Will throttle you before you can finish that sentence.
"must grant squatter's rights to the aggrieved party
by order of the state of Oregon."
Stop it. You cannot do this.
Well, legally I can and I am.
But, look, nothing's gonna change.
I will still be investigating cases for you.
Once you've signed this simple,
easy-breezy retainer I've drawn up.
Oh, easy-breezy.
Eh, and I thought you might do that,
It's okay. I made you a copy.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
You are wasting an obscene amount of paper.
Todd, you are my employee.
You are in this office
and on this planet because of me.
Now, you are going to find someone for me right now.
And who exactly is it that you would like me to find?
His name is... Um, excuse me.
I'm looking for the office of Todd Wright, PI.
Is this... Yep, that would be me.
That is not you. Well, certainly not you.
And how can I help you, sir?
I need a detective.
Perfect. You've come to the right place.
This is the wrong place. Oh, yes, I heard about that.
And what is your name, son?
I'm Roy Dobbs.
* *
MARGARET: Todd, I need to speak to that man
right now. Hmm, I'm not sure my client
is speaking to anyone at present.
Your client? Hey, he came to see me.
And the sooner we settle my contract terms,
the sooner I can grant access.
What is it you want? Well, first,
I'd like a raise, I'd say in the 90 to 95% range.
Double your current salary. I accept.
Next, I want to be free to work for all the lawyers
at the firm, not just you.
And from now on, I will be taking on outside clients.
No. Ah-ah, I haven't even brought up
access to the building's helipad yet.
There isn't a helipad on the roof of this building.
Yet. That's my next demand.
Look, now that I have my license back,
I can leave with my client
and you will have to rely exclusively
on your in-house lead investigator,
Mr. Lyle Xavier Burton.
Fine, I will use Lyle. I'm going right now.
You go right ahead.
LYLE: * Because love *
* Is the answer *
* Yes, it is *
* Because love... *
What have you done to Lyle?
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say he's in love with Alex.
Been about a month now,
and I think he actually knit that sweater.
But I'm sure he can pull himself together like that
and find the missing person I already found.
Did I mention my need for a 401k?
Todd, I don't have time for this.
You and me, sister. Mother sister.
Okay, I will agree to a modicum of your demands.
Helipad.
(groans) Okay.
You may work for any attorney
in this firm, and you can-- Mm-hmm.
this is blackmail--
you can see the occasional outside client
once every six months.
Twice a week. Thrice a week. Frice.
Once a month, best and final.
More like last and worst.
Shake my hand.
You're my mother. Todd, shake it.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Would you like to meet Roy Dobbs? MARGARET: Mr. Dobbs,
everyone is looking for you. The police...
If I go down to that police station, I'm never coming out.
Jennifer Gianola is rich and famous
and she's all over the news saying I killed James.
But you were dating him.
Yeah.
But Jennifer said she saw you two
arguing last week.
We had a big fight.
And then he dumped me.
Then, the morning he died, we made up
during a commercial break.
And you want a detective?
Well, I can't afford a lawyer.
But when I saw your flyer in the bathroom at the bus station,
I thought maybe a PI could find the real killer.
The bathroom of the bus station?
Yeah. It had fallen off the wall
and was kind of stuck to the urinal.
Oh. Made me think you might be
as desperate as I am and probably cheap, too.
(sighs) Roy, if we can
get Jennifer to cooperate,
work together... Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Work with her? We are not working with your client.
Your client?
You're Jennifer's detective?
Oh, no. No. I'm...
her attorney.
Wha... I thought this was a detective agency.
Technically, it's a law firm
wrapped around, or cocooning, if you will,
my boutique PI agency.
But, yes, technically, my mother is...
Your mother?
Your mother is Jennifer's attorney?
Forget this, man. I'm out of here. Wait, Roy? Roy, listen.
Listen. Hey, Roy.
Look, don't worry about her
and don't worry about Jennifer.
I can solve this and clear your name.
No charge for the first murder?
Okay? Now,
is there anything else you can tell me about James' death?
Anything at all.
Whoever killed James had to have worked at the studio.
Once the broadcast starts,
no one is allowed in or out of that stage.
Huh.
Whoever loosened that bolt and cut that cable
had to have been there that morning.
Okay, and who else at the studio
would have wanted James dead?
Everyone.
TODD: Okay, par-park here, park here.
Todd, it's a new day. I'm a name partner now.
Wait, "name" or "named?" You have
your license again, and... Mm-hmm.
And we're an unstoppable team.
Let's go. And, Todd,
if we go with Roy's assumption
that the killer worked in the station...
All we have to do is narrow down
the list of suspects until we find the culprit.
Do you have any gum in here?
Whoa. Oh, not in there. I...
What are you, living out of your car?
Uh, n-no... Would you put... Is this a Waterfront
Put that back. Put that back. parking pass?
Where have you been? (stammers)
Ah! Gum. Oh, okay.
Good. Okay? Have a piece.
TODD: I'll use this gum to put a tNAB tracking device
on every car in the employee parking lot.
That way, we will have a clear,
accurate record of where every employee goes.
All right, 31 employees, one of them is the killer.
This isn't Clue, Todd.
Ah. Oh, my God, your breath is fresh.
Hmm. Okay. I'm gonna go talk to the station manager.
Okay? Yep.
Go.
(exhales)
Okay...
Ah. Security cam, lounge area.
Interns. Bingo.
Good morning.
I'm Tom,
the new intern.
I'm Roy's replacement. So awful,
what happened to James, I mean, just awful.
And I heard you did it. (inhales sharply)
Oh, my God, why would he say that, Tai?
TAI: Am I under suspicion? Because
I wouldn't have killed James.
I didn't even sleep with him.
You were the only one. It was totally Jennifer.
I mean, she hated him. TAI: Oh, please.
They despised each other.
Do you think that new intern was cute?
No, ew. Are you kidding me?
Seriously? No.
Jennifer, what are you doing here?
I thought you were on leave.
Well, you were right about the station. (clicks tongue)
Yeah, 25 years of loyal service
and they sacked me.
Please tell me
how we're gonna beat this.
Well, the evidence against you is mostly circumstantial,
but not without its strengths.
Near the cut safety cable, your fingerprints were found
on a pair of gardening clippers.
For my tree.
Somebody stole those. Ah.
And multiple accounts of public fights.
We bickered. You sent him a text
that said, "I hope your hair plugs explode."
Okay, fine. I despised the man.
He was a demanding diva
and-- excuse my language-- a whore.
He slept with everyone here.
Mm-hmm. Everyone.
He kept promising to retire, I would be the sole host.
He never did.
And that is the motive that the prosecutors
are going to pin on you.
(sighs) That's why they should be focusing on Roy.
Have you found him yet?
I'm close.
(indistinct chatter)
Jennifer headed to the cooking set.
Mm-hmm. I pressed the button to turn the light
like I always do, and then wham,
the light fell.
I-I... It was awful.
A-And that cable just hit you in the face like that?
Yeah, it's lucky I didn't lose the eye.
But I feel terrible.
I'm the one who really killed him
by pushing that button right there.
No, no, no, no, no.
Someone who knew that light was gonna turn
loosened the bolt, cut that cable
and, you know... Ugh.
W-Who would do something like this?
Well, who has access to the catwalks
and lighting grid?
People eat their lunch up there.
Could be anybody.
Is there anything else that you can remember?
I mean, anything?
Well, this is gonna sound crazy, but...
during the commercial break, about ten minutes
before the light fell,
I could've swore I heard The Phantom.
The phantom?
Yes, of the Opera. You know, the music.
(hums the tune of "The Phantom of the Opera")
I-I mean, at least, that's what I think I heard.
It was faint, like somewhere up there in the rafters.
I think I'm just grasping at straws.
(both chuckle)
Well, well, well.
Who's that? That's Bart.
Bart used to do sports, but it looks like
he's their new anchor.
Wow. They haven't even cleaned out James' desk
and Bart has elbowed his way behind it.
Unbelievable.
TODD: So, wardrobe hates sound,
sound hates catering and catering hates everybody?
'Scuse me. New intern? Yes? Uh-huh.
That's you? Uh-huh. Just...
I have some notes. Can we? Follow. Yeah.
Chalice. Timmy Chalice. Meteorologist.
What are you wearing? Uh, it's, um...
We'll-we'll fix it. 'Kay.
I take my lattes at 7:00, 1:30 and 4:00.
Light froth with a slight dusting of cinnamon.
I have a rotation of fragrant lunch salads I enjoy.
Dressing always on the side. On the side.
Yes, of course. I want you to be happy.
I mean, the weatherman is the soul of any morning program.
That's right. I mean, I'm surprised that they didn't tap you
for the anchor job. (scoffs)
Don't even get me started.
I thought for sure when that arrogant ass James was gone,
they'd tap me.
This was supposed to be my moment.
So unfair. S... I know.
Ooh.
Who's that in the smart burgundy pumps?
I believe that's Ms. Gianola's new attorney.
A real shark.
And I hear she's working with an ace detective
determined to find the real killer.
Hmm. Well...
good luck with that.
Hmm. Hmm.
Oh. (clicks tongue) (whispers): Todd.
Is this a dusting of cinnamon or an infestation?
It's a blob. Todd,
listen, I made a list of potential suspects.
And you will be pleased to know
that I no longer consider Roy my top.
That's funny, because Jennifer is no longer my top.
Now my money's on Chalice. Bart.
Bart? What? Chalice? Why?
Chalice has means and access. No, Bart had motive
and opportunity. (phone vibrates)
(sighs)
What? Chalice needs me to pick up his dry cleaning?
This guy is a tidal wave of to-dos.
Anyway, listen, I'm gonna be late for dinner tonight,
so just start without me. Dinner? What dinner? We're not having dinner.
Lawrence's 40th birthday?
Tonight? At your place?
We set this up months ago.
Everybody's probably already there.
Just give me an hour.
Please.
Already?
At... my place.
HARRY: * Happy birthday *
* Dear Lawrence *
* Happy birthday *
* To... *
(clears throat)
* You. *
(gasps) Oh.
(whistling a tune)
What the hell is happening? I don't know.
How long has he been here?
So you're back together?
No, no. I came home and he was here.
When? Tonight? We... No, no.
Four or five days ago.
And, Allison, what have you done with your hair?
CHET: Um, you know what, guys,
I think it's-it's time for bed.
You have been living here with him for a week?
No. I'm not living here.
I am living at... HARRY: Here we go.
One for you and Thank you.
one for you.
And I saved the 40
for you, big fella. Oh...
HARRY: Huh? (chuckles) Gosh. Thanks.
40. Wow. Yeah.
And Clem's getting so big. Mm.
Oh. We need ice cream.
Allison, honey,
do you really think you're a blonde?
That's your major concern right now,
when Mr. Iceland is waltzing around your kitchen playing
happy homemaker? You look like Bate Clanchett.
Yes, that's it exactly.
What are you talking about?
(knocking) Oh. I'll get that.
Why did he come back? (Harry sighs)
Hey. Hi.
Gus. Is Margaret home?
Oh. She sure is.
Right in here. Oh.
Wow. Uh... Oh.
Gosh, I'm sorry. Yeah, tonight's the birthday party. Yes,
y-you told me about that. Right?
Well, I-I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd,
you know, drop by and bring some flowers.
Um, Lawrence? Right?
Here, happy birthday. Oh. Thank you.
Uh, Gus Easton. Yeah.
Nice to meet you. And Allison, right?
Oh, Chet. Chet, hey. I-I read your piece
on the, uh, airport development scandal.
Thank you. Really, uh...
fine w-work. Am I interrupting anything?
No, no. Not at all.
Take a seat. Have some cake.
I would not say no to that. (chuckles)
Uh, uh, G-G-Gus, Gus, um,
this... Hey, wonderful to meet you, Gus.
Oh. Yeah. Okay. Coffee?
Uh, all right, all right.
Great. Yeah. Wow.
Good to meet you, too.
(exhales) Where's Todd?
He's not here.
Of course. TODD: Sorry.
Sorry. I'm here.
Happy birthday. Sorry I'm late.
Hey.
What are you wearing? Did you oil your arms?
No, no, it's-it's for my boss.
Isn't Mom your boss? Well, I'm posing
as an intern at a TV station
and my "boss" is very image-conscious,
to say the least, and wanted to upgrade my look,
so I... HARRY: Voilà.
Oh, thank you.
Todd.
HARRY: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (all exclaiming)
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. Wait. You son of a... What the hell are you doing here?
No, no, no, no, no! You son of a...
Todd!
What is he doing here?!
Okay, stop. Calm down. TODD: I'm not gonna do anything.
Was he not invited to the party or something?
Todd. Todd. Gus.
Um, okay.
Gus, this... is...
Mm, th-this was
my...
...my husband.
Harry. He has returned home for now.
And I think that we could all just use
an opportunity here to just sit down
and process and Process?
understand, uh, exactly what is happening.
And Harry and I obviously need some time to understand
our-our situation and...
You got a cat?
Little fella was wandering around outside in the rain.
Looked like he needed a good home.
Harry, this is my home.
But I own half of it.
Don't I?
You two are divorced?
Oh, yes, yes, yes. Wait, wait, wait, we are? Since when?
MARGARET: Harry, I took out an ad
in three newspapers in Iceland
for two weeks running so that you would know
that we are... Just let me kill him.
Okay, calm down. There will be
no killing. There will be no fighting.
This is not frontier times.
Okay? We can solve this
with conversation and... TODD: Oh, this is not
the time for your personal exploration,
touchy-feely mumbo jumbo.
Okay. What are you talking about?
Oh, Allison has been off in the woods finding herself.
With the bears.
Oh. That's when you dyed your hair?
With the bears?
There were no bears. I was not
out in the woods. I... (inhales)
I went on a personal exploration weekend, and...
it was apparently a scam,
because no one showed up What?
and my identity got stolen
and...
I ended up spending 24 hours in my car
in the Costco parking lot in Medford.
Oh.
Well, I would like to say
that you look very gay in that outfit.
You can't say that. And this jerk destroyed Mom's life.
No, my life was not destroyed.
I think I can say that.
You do look very gay.
It's kind of a metrosexual look.
Like something Chuck would wear.
Where is he, by the way?
You don't really all expect me to explain everything
that has happened this year.
Did he die?
Oh.
God.
Poor Chuck.
I've just...
missed so much!
(crying)
Oh, God.
This might not be the...
best moment to inform you all
that Chet and I are having another...
Baby.
Oh! A baby! (gasping)
Oh, Lawrence.
Chet... Okay, I-I think...
I think you all need to just be alone.
Oh, no, no, no, no, Gus.
Gus, don't go. Please, don't go.
It's okay. It's okay. I'm-I'm just...
I don't want to be with him.
I-I will call you later, okay?
Um... Yes.
Nice to, uh... nice to meet ev-everybody.
(door closes)
(phone vibrates) Oh, God. S...
Uh... (exhales) It's the hospital.
I got to go.
"Priority patient inbound.
Gia..." Isn't, um,
Jennifer Gianola the morning show host?
Yes. Why? Yeah. Wh-Why? What happened?
She's been electrocuted.
What?! What?!
Give me two large-bore IVs and put pacer pads on, just in case.
What's the holdup? Move. I cannot believe
that Harry was...
And you were... Stop, Todd.
I'm worried about her.
Oh, she can always dye it back to brown.
About Jennifer.
Right.
I'm so sorry for the delay.
Where have you been?
(chuckles)
I was out to dinner. We had a marvelous meal
and there was music
and the view was incredible... Lyle.
Hmm?
Right. Sorry.
Precinct contact got me a copy of the video.
That is the police report.
And the video from Jennifer's lobby.
Someone stripped the wires in her bathtub Jacuzzi.
She was electrocuted the moment she stepped in. A trap.
Roy! No, no, no, no!
Not Roy. I mean, yeah, yeah, that's him,
but why would he hire a detective if he was guilty?
Jennifer will be fine.
Eventually. I need to speak with her right now.
Are you kidding? She's barely conscious.
Oh. Very interesting. (sighs)
Now you want to speak to my client.
I have some demands
before that happens. First, I never want to hear
the word "helipad" ever again.
Wh... Second,
no outside clients. Third,
you work exclusively for me.
Th... Uh, no complaints.
No negotiations.
This is outrageous. How dare you.
I do not accept these terms.
Well, then I guess you just won't be speaking to my client.
She won't be speaking to anyone for the next 24 hours.
Todd, face reality.
Roy killed James
and he tried to kill Jennifer.
I am not facing that or any reality.
I have a tracking device on every other
employee at that station and the real killer
is somewhere here.
Ah. Mm.
(exclaims)
I'll figure it out. Roy is innocent.
You'll see. Hmm?
Ridiculous. I know. Maybe if we...
The judge won't drop Jennifer's charges
when, obviously, the real killer's still out there.
Jennifer's lucky to be alive.
We need to get the D.A. copy of Jennifer's hospital records.
I'm on it. Thank you.
You look nice today.
Oh. Thank you. Peter and I are having
a big family dinner to, um...
Actually, I haven't had a chance to tell you
that, Peter and I, we...
Susan, I'm so sorry.
There's somebody that I need to speak to.
Can you just take all those back to the office, please, for me?
Hello.
Gus. (chuckles softly)
I-I'm... so sorry.
(chuckles)
I didn't kn-know... (stammers)
I-I know how complicated marriage can be.
No, no, I'm-I'm not married. (chuckles)
And I don't want to be.
I just need to get rid of him,
and then we can... Well, l-let's-let's take
a-a few days off then, or some...
Y... Listen, listen, listen,
I... (inhales)
I've done messy.
With my ex.
I-I mean, really messy.
And I-I can't go through that again.
Oh.
I thought you were running to me.
I didn't quite realize
it was away from him.
Could have just told me up top, you know?
I-I...
I'll see you around, all right?
Why did you go to her apartment? She texted me and
asked me to come over.
She said she knew who did it and wanted my help. I...
Look, you got to be honest with me now.
I'm trying to help you.
I am being honest. Roy,
we have James' phone records.
You told us you talked together
on the phone every night for hours,
but there is not a single call
to or from your number anywhere on here.
From his main phone? He never called me from that number.
He always called from a disposable phone
to hide a relationship from HR or whatever.
Wait. A burner phone?
Yeah. But I kind of thought
maybe he was cheating on me or--
I don't know-- texting other guys.
Anyway, he had a disposable phone.
What's the number?
(line ringing)
(phone ringing in distance)
(ringing continuing)
(sighs)
(grunts) That's not it.
Have you tried his Social?
It didn't work, and-and you think
that the phone inside this safe
can somehow lead us to the killer?
Yes! A secret phone, a secret safe.
There's got to be something secret in there.
Like a message from... Oh, Todd.
From a spurned lover.
Maybe if James was involved
with multiple people,
maybe one of them got jealous enough to....
Clock his noggin real hard. Yes.
What did you learn
from the tracking devices with the gum?
Three cars from this lot drove right past Jennifer's building
the night she got electrocuted. Uh-huh.
Bart, Chelice and an unknown driver.
That last one is you.
Hmm? Oh, sorry.
Yeah, the lighting in my new bathroom is perfect.
Todd? Huh?
Jennifer said that James' desk hadn't been cleared out yet.
You need to go to the sound stage
right now and look inside the anchor desk.
But they're about to go live on air.
Well, then you better hurry. Okay.
Get out there and look for a clue
that will tell us the combination to the safe. On it. Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, I got that. Yeah.
(sighs)
Seventeen, 99,
two. Yes. (bell ringing)
STAGE MANAGER: All right, let's lock it up. 20 seconds.
No, no, no, no. No!
No! No! No!
(grunts, sighs)
Oh. Okay. (bell rings)
Oh, it's dead?
I heard Jennifer's lawyer's here
sniffing around.
Security's totally looking for her.
STAGE MANAGER: In five, four, three.
Good morning. I'm Bart Matthews.
Oh, uh, hey, Chelice?
Uh, there's a call for you here in the soundproof booth.
They said it's Gayle King from CBS Mornings
calling about some job?
Oh, my God. Here. Take this, take this.
Sure. Yeah. Hi. Gayle?
BART: And we'd like to take a moment
to acknowledge the unfortunate tragedy
and scandals surrounding our previous hosts.
But right now, let's get a preview of this week's weather
with our own Timmy Chelice.
Hi, Bart.
Timmy's actually under the weather right now,
so I'll be filling in.
Hi. I'm Emmanuel Lewis.
Now, today's forecast may seem baffling,
but we should all be safe with,
uh, the classic combination of a hat and a coat.
Combination.
Now, let's start over here in Tillamook
where it's gonna be a chilly 17 degrees. Brr.
Seventeen.
Who the hell is this guy?
PRODUCER: Do not cut. We are live.
TODD: And then, over here in Burns,
it's gonna be an unseasonably warm
99 degrees, um, Kelvin.
Ninety-nine.
And, down in
...in Klamath Falls, just two.
Two degrees.
Only two. Okay, it's number two.
Seventeen, 99, two. (gasps)
Got a kind of a ring to it, huh?
Could say it over and over and over again
until the people at home hear it loud and clear.
What's that? The weather.
So, I hope this worked, for everybody.
Uh, that's the weather, and, uh,
not so much you can do about it. (line ringing)
But I, uh...
But... ("Phantom of the Opera" playing)
Uh...
(music stops)
* *
You. It was you.
You cut the cable. You were up there.
And you heard James tell Roy he loved him.
No, no, no. I... Yes. And...
you tried to kill Jennifer to pin the whole thing on Roy.
James... was my intern.
Years ago.
I brought him in, showed him the ropes,
and he promised me
that someday, our love would be out in the open,
not hidden in the shadows.
Then he got famous.
And he worked his way through every twink
and idiot himbo here.
But-but me, I...
I loved him.
And love...
...love never dies.
* *
Aah!
("The Phantom of the Opera" playing)
Oh!
(grunts)
(both grunt)
Now, that is one wacky morning show.
* *
(muttering softly)
So...
Roy and Jennifer are both free and clear.
Told you it wasn't him.
Todd, uh, sit down, please.
Okay. Todd, I have, uh,
decided that...
you can work for any lawyer in this firm.
What? And you can see
the occasional outside client Wow.
as long as it doesn't interfere with your work.
Oh, it won't interfere. I'm just branching out.
I'm spreading my wings.
But I am going to slash your salary in half.
What? Half? What? Mom. How?
It will motivate you
I'm motivated. to work harder
for yourself.
(scoffs) That is my only offer.
I'll excuse myself.
So, Margaret, I understand there was some excitement today
at the television station.
And KOLP has asked to renew their retainer with us.
Oh, that's wonderful.
But that doesn't change anything.
We still... I-It changes one thing.
That retainer covered one person's salary.
Cuts will still have to be made, Margaret.
I think the managing partner
will have something to say about that.
You can expect a full report
on your desk Monday morning.
And now, if you'll excuse me...
partner.
Night, Susan.
So, Attorney Yang.
Isn't it time you got serious
about the partner track here at the firm?
Or you do plan on being Margaret Wright's lapdog
for your entire career?
TODD: By the way, are you eating this dinner
that I've prepared for you?
I'm sorry, is this food for humans?
I didn't realize.
Yeah. (scoffs)
I mean, you really are kind of doing it, aren't you?
Dinner,
your own apartment, your own parasite PI agency
inside Mom's office.
Like, something has
gently nudged you forward somehow.
I went to the airport to stop Susan's flight.
But...
I was too late.
And, you know,
I was just standing there at the airport,
sort of dissolving inside.
And then
I looked down
and I had my PI license in my hand.
I did it, you know? I-I got it back.
And in that moment, I decided
that I am going to be the greatest investigator
that Oregon has ever seen.
I'm serious. My reputation will precede me.
All it really takes is...
one big case.
Crack some huge mystery
and you're famous.
I mean, boom, you're Sherlock Holmes.
You're Harriet the Spy.
Exactly, Al.
Yeah.
I am not going down to the bottom ever again.
I'm only going up from here on out.
Up.
Okay. Me too.
Up.
HARRY: I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I did it all wrong.
Everything.
Not just the way I showed up, but...
the way I left.
When I got the Parkinson's diagnosis,
you were amazing.
Incredible.
I was your partner.
But every article that you gave me,
every new diet, every doctor's appointment, was just
a reminder that I was dying.
Harry, stop. Just stop.
I heard you, on the plane, telling Todd
that I was too controlling, and that you didn't want
to be with me for the rest of your life.
But it helped me to see
that I don't need you.
I have been killing it since you've been gone.
Killing it.
And I will not be insulted
by you coming back and behaving as if we can just
pick right back up where we left off.
Now, you're ill
and I am not a monster,
so I will draw up a fair settlement
and I will buy you out of this condo.
But you are nothing.
You are a zero.
And you will leave my home right now
and go to a hotel.
But-but I don't...
I don't even have any money.
I don't have a credit card anymore.
Here is $10,000, cash.
I sold your stamp collection.
(gasps)
This isn't over, Margaret.
No. No, no, no. Margaret, it's not...
We can't... Look, we have to talk about this, Margaret.
We've got to figure this out.
No, we don't. Margaret. Margaret.
This is not over!
(knocking) Margaret.
Margaret!
(meows)
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