Previously on Matlock...
I'm Madeline Matlock. I'm a lawyer,
like the old TV show.
Why do you want to work at my firm?
I woke up at 75 years old without a husband or money,
and a 12-year-old kid to raise.
I need this job more than you can possibly imagine.
Meet me in the conference room
and bring the new lawyer with you.
MATTY: Well, you see, there's this funny thing that happens
when women age.
People assume I'm a harmless old lady,
and that's how I'm gonna trick them.
Good evening, Mrs. Kingston. There she is.
Well, you'd have been a lot less cheery
if you knew how I talked about you at work.
Gambling, cheating,
not to mention dead.
Grammy! Alfie.
Was I right-- perfect name? Reminds us of Mom?
MATTY: I had a daughter, and she died
after a long battle with drugs.
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.
So I'm gonna figure out
who knew what when, and then
I'm gonna put them in jail.
Alfie? Alfie?!
He's not in the office?
Or the kitchen or the guest room.
Did you check his bathroom?
Of course I checked his bathroom, and his closet.
The bed is made. I know.
And it wasn't slept in last night.
And you said you didn't tuck him in?
No. He wanted to finish his homework,
and I was tired. I... Okay, call his phone again.
Ugh, voice mail.
Alfie, it's Grandpa. Are you in the house?
Uh, are you outside? Where are you?
I found him, Edwin.
I found him.
I went back to my office.
He's asleep on the floor behind the couch.
Oh.
(chuckles): Oh. I'm sorry.
When I saw the bed wasn't slept in, I panicked, because,
I know. you know, all those times
that we'd go to Ellie's room,
the bed would be made, she'd be
I know. I know. missing. I s... I'm sorry.
Okay. Okay.
Whew.
Alfie.
Alfie, sweetie.
You fell asleep in my office.
Because I found something. Really?
ALFIE: Yeah. It took a long time
for me to download the Wellbrexa pharma case files
to my laptop and print them.
Alfie, honey, you can't sleep down here.
Okay? I know, I know.
But look, Grammy, four redacted documents.
What if these are the hidden documents
that the redditor talked about?
Could be. I need to get ahold of the originals.
Here's the locator number for the files.
Do you know where they're kept?
In the documents room. It's two floors down.
And can you get in there? Alfie, have you finished your homework?
No, but it's fine.
I'll tell Mr. Glenn I was feeling sick.
Why don't you go upstairs and get ready for school.
Okay, darling? This could be it.
I know.
I'll talk to him. It won't happen again.
This is all he thinks about. This is all he cares about.
Because opioids killed his mother
and he wants the truth to come out.
He is a kid. What he wants,
what's best for him-- two different things.
This is the second time this week
he hasn't done his homework.
And all of a sudden it's fine for him
to lie to the teachers about that.
Just like he's lying to his friends
about why he moved here in the first place.
This is too much, Madeline. You're right.
I'll use him less.
Okay, no more this week.
Let him catch up on life.
So, how will you get into the documents room?
Easy peasy.
You focus on school. I've got this.
But what if you need tech support?
I'm pretty tech savvy by now.
I've got this google machine right here
on my devil box.
MAN: Ollie, baby, it's Dad.
I know you've been nervous about your test,
but don't forget you're two and a half time...
So you meant to play Olympia's dead father's voice mail?
Don't be smart, you. And yes, I did.
It's called exposure therapy.
You hear things enough, you feel less bad.
And I don't want to feel bad
that I've taken Olympia's computer,
because she's made it crystal clear
that we are not friends.
Morning, Matty.
I was just looking for you. How was your night?
Epic battle over homework resulting in tears.
Mine, not my grandson's.
(both chuckle)
How did you get him to finish?
I could use some pointers.
(weak chuckle)
Olympia, I've worked here long enough to know that
you don't do small talk, so,
either I'm dying and you're holding the test results
or you need a favor.
This afternoon we have the Walton mediation.
You up to date on it?
Sandy Walton died or respiratory failure
from Legionella.
We're arguing that the building is at fault.
And you were talking to Matty. Got it.
Sandy was our client until she passed.
Now her husband Robert represents her interest.
He's an artist, a little eccentric,
and very anxious.
About the case? About everything.
Robert needs some hand-holding.
I don't want to be indelicate here,
but since you both recently lost a spouse...
Did Robert catch Sandy underneath a hooker
wearing a flapper dress too?
I'm just kidding you.
(laughs) (weak chuckle)
Sure, whatever you need, I'm here.
Thank you.
But since we're talking favors,
would you mind if I get a peek at the original Walton files?
And yeah, I could get a link, but--
not to get too personal-- I went to my doctor
and she said I have acute presbyopia.
Makes my vision blurry. And then she said
less screens, which is sort of like saying
"less air."
Like you said-- not a fan of small talk.
Do you need my signature to get in the documents room?
(sighs)
All right. Teach me your ways, Betty White.
According to my therapist, I have to accept
that Olympia's just not that into me.
But for whatever reason, she is that into you,
so what is the secret sauce?
Secret sauce? Yes.
Oh, well, right. Well, Sarah...
Um, if I'm totally honest,
y-you're a smidge intense.
Actually, would you mind backing up an inch or two?
Well, of course I'm intense.
This job is everything to me.
Maybe that's the problem, darling.
Ask your therapist about balance, okay?
I'll be right back.
Balance?
Elijah, wait up.
I got your text. Let's talk.
But first, is it personal or professional?
There's nothing personal anymore, right? Per you.
It's about the Walton case.
You're gonna have to drop it.
OLYMPIA: I'm not abandoning a widowed man
whose case I've been working on for 18 months.
It's a conflict of interest.
We represent Foundate Financials,
and they just bought a large real estate portfolio.
Your client lives in one of the buildings.
And his wife died because of inexcusable neglect.
Allegedly.
ELIJAH: Foundate pays us ten million annually.
Refer your client elsewhere.
I don't know. If Olympia dumps Walton,
it sends a bad message to our smaller clients
about loyalty.
Exactly. And I signed my client first.
Firm rules.
MATTY: Eh. Rules are only rules
until the boss up and changes 'em.
How do you think Senior gets away with
those ridiculous pants?
He must have won a big case.
He plays golf when he snuffs out someone's soul.
Think they'd consider a firewall?
Where the firm represents both sides
but they don't interact.
No, it's a legal land mine.
Which we, as skilled litigators, can navigate.
I can get my client to agree to a firewall.
Senior, are you a little nervous that you can't?
Foundate will do what I advise.
Oh. Then let's negotiate the terms.
What's permissible to share, what isn't?
We could quibble over language, but in the words of
Justice Potter Stewart,
"I'll know it when I see it."
Applicable for pornography,
not so much for conflict of interest.
Really? Mm-hmm.
'Cause I think we're debating who gets screwed.
(laughing)
Language is gonna take a while to hammer out.
Billy, text me if they start
shaking hands or bumping butts.
Never seen the post-meeting butt bump,
but I'll let you know if it happens.
She is so out of touch.
I'm pretty sure she was joking.
About the balance thing.
Nobody has balance a year out of law school.
I do. Friends, family, girlfriend.
You have a girlfriend?
You don't know that I have a girlfriend?
I talk about her all the time.
Claudia? Claudia... Uh, C...
Claudia. Wow.
You never listen to anyone, do you?
Of course I listen. I just thought she was
one of your eleven milliony sisters, okay?
Now, where did Matty go again?
You'd know if you listened.
Hello, good sir.
I need access to some documents
and here's the signature of my superior.
Mrs. B issued an addendum to the policies handbook a month ago.
You actually need to email for an appointment first.
Apologies. Just started, hadn't heard.
But since I'm here, maybe you could save me a trip back down?
Mrs. B is really strict about policies.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
Mrs. B says the only thing standing between
order and anarchy are the imposement of these policies,
even when it's important.
Agree, in theory.
Mrs. B says everyone agrees "in theory,"
but when the rubber hits the road...
That's enough about Mrs. B!
My boss outranks her, okay?
(clears throat)
Maybe in a court of law, but not down here.
Mrs. Belvin, forgive me.
I-I'm just under a lot of pressure.
And you were trying to get Riku
to bend the rules. I see it all the time.
I-Is there any way I could just grab my case file?
Absolutely.
Just email me your request,
per the rules.
(phone whooshes) Email sent.
(phone dings)
Received. And you're in luck.
I have a cancellation.
Great. In 20 minutes.
Senior got Foundate to agree to a firewall.
Did it in front of me in the conference room.
So now we need to convince Robert to sign off.
He hates change. He'll never do that.
He'll be nervous,
so we need to manage the flow of information,
which is why we're going to tell him in person.
Now? I-I have to be in the documents room
in 15 minutes.
That'll have to wait.
Look, I told you today I need help with Robert Walton.
Let's go.
(knocking)
Hello. Uh, come on in.
Good to see you, Robert.
So, I don't understand.
A lawyer just called me
from Jacobson Moore. He said the firm
is representing the building now, too.
Wait, who called you?
I didn't get his name. Should have gotten his name.
He said he would give me a hundred grand to settle.
We discussed $100,000 last week.
It's a "go away" number, which is why you turned it down.
Nothing has changed, Robert.
Whoever called... Yes, I should've gotten his name.
I should've gotten his name. shouldn't have called.
It was completely unethical.
But is it true?
Does the law firm represent both sides now?
Technically. But we're creating W...
what's called a firewall,
so we might as well be two law firms.
You just have to sign off on the conflict of interest,
which is not even really a conflict of interest.
I think I'm having a blood sugar thing.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
MATTY: Robert?
Hi.
Madeline Matlock. I recently joined the legal team.
Matlock? Who was that,
Andy Griffith? Yep.
I never met him.
I saw Don Knotts in the airport once,
but he'll always be Barney to me.
It was so hard for me to stop
setting the table for two.
I lost my husband two years ago.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I'm so sorry for yours.
But I admire that you're fighting for your wife.
Because I think fighting for justice is incredibly important.
And I know it's nerve-racking and you're tired,
and sometimes you just want to stop looking backwards
and move forward already.
But you're so close to the end.
This is just a detail.
It's nothing to worry about.
So you'd go forward?
Absolutely.
The people who are responsible for Sandy's death
need to pay in a big way.
A meaningful way.
Or it'll happen to other people.
Okay.
I'm in.
(Olympia clears throat)
(muttering softly)
Elijah.
Someone on your team reached out to my client.
It was me. What? That's so unethical.
Foundate is my priority, not you.
Who said anything about me?
I meant your client, counselor.
(scoffs) "Counselor"?
Wow. Elijah's taking the firewall seriously, huh? Right?
Anyway, thank you for taking my side earlier.
Oh. This whole "best divorce ever" thing
is reminding me why I married you in the first place.
Huh. See, that hasn't happened for me.
(both laugh)
Uh, just be careful. My dad loves you,
but he'll stick a knife right in your back and sever your spine.
Thanks for the pep talk. What time is mediation?
Uh, 56 minutes. Sorry I keep asking.
It's just, there's been so much buildup.
Oh, absolutely, and no apologies.
I just have to run a quick errand,
if that's okay? Sure.
Um, how do you get on Mrs. Belvin's good side?
She doesn't have a good side. Yeah, she does,
you just don't pay attention to other people.
Oh, my God, Billy, enough.
I thought that Claudia was one of your sisters
because they look exactly alike.
They look nothing alike. Seriously,
which is his girlfriend and which is his sister?
Uh... hard to say.
Right?
Mrs. Belvin's good side?
Speak quickly, I'm working.
Got it. Sorry again for my cancelation,
but I was wondering if you got my request
for a new time to go into the documents room?
We're booked today, I'll try to squeeze you in next week.
Please, I-I have to get this done.
I have so much on my plate. I-I...
HR is two floors up.
But this is personal.
It's-it's... (sighs)
Forget it. It's just my dog.
Your dog?
I know, it's not your concern.
What breed?
BELVIN: And I'll bet your eye condition
is stress-related, too.
I got hives when Barry Manilow was sick.
Your fur baby? Exactly.
Barry Manilow got better, Cookie will, too.
It's all intuitive.
Everything's alphabetized.
Oh, this shouldn't be here.
Over ten years, they go to deep storage.
I'm gonna go yell at people. Thank you.
Riku, we have to get those old files to deep storage!
♪ ♪
(door creaks)
(phone vibrates)
(exhales) Is everything okay?
Yeah, sweetie, I'm so sorry to call you at school, but...
it's just, they ship out older files,
Wellbrexa could be next,
and I don't know if I'm gonna get access again.
I'm glad you texted.
Did you find the originals? What was redacted?
Nothing important, there's just personal data,
but there's this other file
that looks like it used to be full,
but now there's nothing in it.
Can you find out how many pages there were originally
and who signed for delivery?
Text me a photo with the locator number
and I'm on it. Will do.
(panting): Sorry, I just got your texts.
Robert's ready.
You don't have to worry. Great.
I actually wanted to chat with you
about another thing.
Kind of personal. Not a big deal,
though. (short chuckle)
I'm all yours. Ah, great. Um...
I wanted to catch you before mediation
and ask if you could just, you know,
keep an eye out on Elijah in there.
Let me know if he's acting weird. (chuckles)
Weird? Mm-hmm.
Like, this moment weird?
No. Different.
Because it's me and him and not, say, me and you.
Hmm?
I'm 85% percent sure I know what you're talking about.
I just want to make sure that Elijah
is not taking other things
out on our client.
So, if it's weird, I just need to make sure
that it's just work weird and not other weird.
Got it.
I'll keep an eye out for anything work weird.
Work weird. Thank you. Okay.
(sighs)
Hello and good morning.
Ah, good morning. Good morning.
Karl Burton, your mediator.
Quick rules as to our firewall.
When in doubt, overcompensate.
Best to keep the socializing
to a minimum as well.
That won't be a problem.
SENIOR: Agreed, Karl. We want a fair fight.
Don't want to give Olympia a window to appeal our victory.
I'd respond, but I'm respecting the firewall.
KARL: Let's begin mediation.
Principals only, please.
It's simple. We've got causation.
There was Legionella in the tank,
and Mr. Walton's wife died of respiratory failure
with Legionella in her urine.
And I am sure they do not want me putting a grieving widower
on the stand.
SENIOR: If they're leading with sympathy,
they're fishing for a number.
Tell them that while sympathetic to Mr. Walton's loss,
it's not a given that our client is negligent,
considering they oversaw periodic sampling
and disinfecting in accordance with regulations.
Exactly. Tell them to take it up with the health code.
OLYMPIA: They hired this testing company,
of course it absolves their client.
Look, if they really wanted to meet their duty of care,
then they should've registered the tank
with the Department of Buildings and Health,
as is required.
Smoke and mirrors.
They still haven't even come close
to causation,
given that there are numerous places where Sandy
could have been exposed to Legionella.
They want to hang a multimillion-dollar case
on convincing a jury that our client just happened
to be exposed to Legionella
when it is present in the drinking water
in their own home?
Enough games.
Tell them two and a half million.
(laughs) Finally, a number. Press the bet.
We'll give 'em ten percent of that. Best and final.
What's going on?
They have a study showing that the building's air vents
have a dangerous amount of toxins
from some sort of resin compound.
This destroys our argument that Sandy's respiratory failure
was caused by Legionella specifically.
Resin? Where would that come from?
My art.
I use resins in my art.
Oh, God, are they saying that I'm
the reason for Sandy's death?
OLYMPIA: Our team rejects any suggestion
that Mr. Walton had a hand in his wife's illness.
And we clearly need time to assess the validity
of what you just dropped in our lap.
You don't need time. The facts are determinative.
You have to look at the landscape and move forward.
I know how to assess the landscape.
And Mr. Walton says he has documentation proving
the materials he uses in his art are safe.
You have four hours. After that,
the $250,000 we offered goes away.
Call me when you have something.
I don't know if it was weird, but it was hostile.
Right?
I'll deal with it. You two,
go get Sandy's medical sample retested.
I don't care if you have to stand over the scientists,
I need the results back in three hours.
Go get Robert,
take him back to his apartment, find that documentation.
There's always this moment, just before I open the door,
when I forget,
for just a split second, that Sandy's gone.
I know exactly what you mean.
I'd give the world to live in that split second.
Okay.
(sighs) I have the paperwork for all my art supplies somewhere,
I just have to find it, although
the thought that my resins are toxic...
Can't be. I'm so careful.
Oh, watch the table.
Well, I'm guessing there's a story behind these.
I mean, they don't look anything like the rest of your work.
Yeah. (clicks tongue)
Yeah, one day, um--
heh, boy, this is 20 years ago--
Sandy's sitting at the kitchen table,
she's looking out the window, she sees a family of rabbits.
Mama, two babies. Imagine that.
In Williamsburg, but there they were.
So, she's sipping her coffee, she's just watching 'em,
thinking about the miracle of life.
Aw. And a hawk swoops down,
snatches 'em up, one by one. Oh, no.
Yeah. (chuckles)
Oh, God. She's sad, so...
made her a rabbit.
Then it became a yearly thing.
Till the hawk came for her, too, I guess.
(sighs)
When does this get easier?
Unfortunately, that "time heals all wounds"
is just a bunch of malarkey.
Time doesn't heal all wounds.
It just changes you enough so you can live with 'em.
Thank you for your honesty.
All right, well, I should check the, uh, spare bedroom.
I keep paperwork in there, too.
Excuse me. Many hands make light work.
No, no. No, it's a...
it's a real mess, actually, so...
But no, I-I don't care.
Okay, uh, the thing is, I am, uh,
a bit of a hoarder.
Is the clinical term.
(short chuckle) Sandy gave me
the one room, kept it in check,
but it is real bad in there. Robert.
I've danced with shame in my day.
But at 75 years old, I don't have time for that bitch.
(both laugh)
Well, let's wade into this blessed mess
and find that paperwork.
(whispers): Really?
A four-hour clock
on a man who's just been told
he's the reason his wife is dead?
Given the firewall, I'm not sure
that this conversation should be happening.
I'm aware of the boundaries and I am very comfortable
with my ability to stay within them.
You are punishing my client
for things that happened between us.
And I get that it is complicated, but do not
take out any of our issues on a 70-year-old widower.
I'm following my client's wishes. Now, the only one
who's making this personal is you.
A clock is a clock, a firewall is a firewall,
and four hours is now...
three hours and 18 minutes.
ROBERT: Relationships are complicated.
Sandy and I fought, I mean,
clearly, I'm not easy.
Oh, I disagree.
We've all got mess. I mean,
yours is contained and acknowledged.
Huh.
I think you got water damage.
Looks like it's been there a long time.
Really? Let me see.
Yeah.
Oops. Oh, I'm sorry.
No, no. No, that's okay.
(chuckles) Let's get this...
Yep, yep, I got it.
I got it. (grunts)
(Matty gasps)
(huffs) Wow.
You're not gonna throw that out, are you?
I'm telling you,
given the amount of water damage in there,
I know they're gonna find...
WOMAN: Got black mold, folks.
This place is a total S-word show.
I mean, I've seen bad, but this is
H-E-double-hockey-sticks bad. Caused by?
Cheap A-double-S pipes.
City banned 'em years ago
and all buildings were required to retrofit
for this very reason.
(scoffs)
The real estate trust owns 72 other buildings across the city.
Want to bet... They neglected 'em all.
I'll take that bet. Billy and Sarah are
at the hospital now getting Sandy's medical record.
I'm gonna add a test for black mold.
You know, I don't know why you're so upset I didn't know
all the details of your romantic life.
Talk about it with Dr. Shaw.
Okay, you know what?
Keep my therapist's name out of your mouth.
Excuse me? I said
keep my therapist's name out of your mouth.
Fine.
Just don't talk to me, okay?
Imagine there's a firewall.
Perfect. Airtight, unimpeachable.
You the ones waiting on Sandy Walton's medical records?
Yes. Yes.
Three words.
Black mold everywhere.
And hospital records just confirmed it was present
in Sandy Walton's bloodstream.
We're rejecting your offer
and filing in court in the morning.
Oh, give us till 8:00 tomorrow.
We'll have a proper offer waiting.
That's more like it.
"Urgent! Call me!"
That's the text message you sent our grandson
while he was still at school.
What happened to "Nothing else
the rest of the week"? It was...
All important, I'm sure. And by the way,
he also wanted me to tell you that he finally figured out
that shipping receipts could not be accessed remotely.
But he tried
when he came home from school
with a supposed headache.
I didn't realize he'd do that.
Well, you shouldn't have called him in the first place.
There was no other option.
Do you even hear yourself?
Do you hear yourself?
You have no idea what it's like lying all the time.
I'm doing all the work.
Well, I never wanted you to do it in the first place.
Well, you agreed to it.
You have no right to sit-sit there
like some sanctimonious judge.
You pulled Alfie out of school
right after you told me you weren't gonna use him.
You've clearly lost your moral center!
I won't use Alfie again. Are you happy?
Nobody in this house is happy.
Well, on that, we agree.
What happens now?
I'm in this alone.
Heard you loud and clear.
Those are for dinner.
(door closes)
EDWIN: Do you even hear yourself?
MATTY: You have no idea
what it's like lying all the time.
I'm doing all the work.
EDWIN: Well, I never wanted you to do it in the first place.
MATTY: You have no right to sit there like some sanctimonious judge.
EDWIN: You've clearly lost your moral center!
MATTY: I won't use Alfie again.
Are you happy?
EDWIN: Nobody in this house is happy.
(inhales deeply)
(sniffles)
Is Cookie okay?
(sobbing)
Last night, he stopped eating.
Even his favorite little weenies.
And then I saw him give up, Emmalyn.
I'm sorry, I don't want to burden you with this.
It's not a burden. It's an honor.
How can I help?
I really want to go home and grieve,
but I still have to get into the documents room...
OLYMPIA: Matty.
There you go.
Hi, Mrs. B.
Are you okay?
Yes. No, she isn't.
There's been a death in the family.
A death? Cookie.
Who's Cookie? My dog.
You have a dog?
How do you not know her dog?
I had a dog.
Y-Yes, but...
I don't have one now because...
...he died
last night.
I didn't tell you about him because
you've just made it very clear that we're
colleagues, and not friends.
You're absolutely right.
I apologize for blurring the boundaries.
Great.
And I would appreciate it if you would give
my dear friend
some space to grieve.
(crying)
Of course.
Space, yeah. No, of course.
Come on. I got you.
We have movement.
In light of recent discoveries,
Foundate has authorized six million dollars
for the plaintiff, Robert Walton.
Additionally,
we have a commitment to do mold remediation
and a health fund for anyone in a Foundate building
who can prove causation between black mold
and health problems. This is capped
at 300K per person.
Do we have an agreement?
We do.
Good.
This memorializes the deal as it is being offered.
Thank you. Certainly.
Contact everyone in the building who reported health problems.
We want to start filing immediately.
I'll take the claims process. I'll confirm the funding.
Congratulations, Robert.
MATTY: Oh, come on.
HENRY: Riku, we need to send
certified copies to Judge Cellidon's office
for Foundate's new corporate filing.
Send them up to Senior for review when you're done.
Why would Foundate be filing a new corporate entity
on the same day as we're settling?
Does that make sense? Not really.
But the health fund is being channeled through a subsidiary
of the bank in Texas, maybe that's why.
SARAH: What? The P.O box for
the health fund correspondence,
also in Texas.
Both? And you didn't think that was odd?
We're not really talking... I didn't know that he was working...
Judge Cellidon. What is his jurisdiction?
Looking it up right now.
Judge Cellidon...
bankruptcy.
Oh, no. Where's Olympia?
It's called the Texas two-step.
A nasty legal move Johnson & Johnson used
in their baby powder settlement.
And Senior just pulled it on us.
I bet he had people here all night long
restructuring that corporation.
And the shredding in the morning...
He covered his tracks.
He snuck those bankruptcy lawyers out
through the service elevator,
avoiding the main lobby.
Senior wearing those damn pants.
He went golfing. Just like Billy said.
He only golfs when he snuffs out When he snuffs out
someone's soul. someone's soul.
Excuse me.
Senior bankrupted the company.
He separated the liability from the assets.
The Texas two-step.
Texas two-step.
That settlement he just signed is worth nothing.
Is-is there a problem?
Well, the building'll still be fixed.
No one else'll get sick. That's something, at least.
But Sandy wanted them to hurt.
And I couldn't...
(sighs) I didn't...
Well, I think she'd be proud that you
fought so hard for her.
Oh, God, I hope so.
Her last years were all about the case.
And if I'm honest, we fought a lot about it.
I felt like it was too much.
She needed justice, Robert.
I know, but I needed time with her.
How'd you get through it?
(chuckles) Compromise is the key, right?
That and a lot of donuts.
Mm. (chuckles)
Yeah.
Reminding ourselves the other person is not the enemy.
Just in pain, just... scared.
Plus, it all came out of love, right?
Right.
You're a smart guy, Robert.
Eh.
Hey, uh, listen, I wanted to
give this to you to say thank you,
uh... (short chuckle) ...when we won.
Though maybe it's more appropriate now
that we've been slaughtered by the hawk.
Aw.
I'll treasure this.
I'm grateful.
For the-the support, I really am.
And, actually, I did have a question.
Um, since it's been nice
spending time together,
I'm wondering if you'd want to do it again.
Maybe at a restaurant or-or back here?
Oh, Robert, that's...
Well, tha... that's so kind.
And if I was ready, you'd be
the perfect person to have a meal with,
but I'm just... I'm not really dating yet.
So, uh...
I know that's hard to hear. Matty.
I've known you for less than a week, you didn't break my heart.
(laughs)
Oh.
Okay, look, I know you're pissed, but first,
the move was legal. I know it's legal. That's not why I'm pissed.
Right, can... I'm pissed because you've been gaslighting me.
Okay, and... No, no, you have.
The way you've been acting has not been professional.
I know you're upset because I ended things.
Are you done? Yes.
Well...
No, it's been crystal clear
that you've been hostile.
Other people see it, not just me.
Now I'm done.
Julian, my man. (chuckles)
Looks like they're arguing about the case.
Um, you mind, uh, signing this?
'Cause I don't want to interrupt.
Well, the other reason I was here was to apologize.
And say you were right.
It was personal.
In truth, it's hard to be with you right now because I...
want to be with you.
So, I'm gonna
work out of the Dallas office for the month.
If that's what you want.
It's not.
Julian was on his way in, so I intercepted him.
Case there was anything weird.
Yeah, no.
It cost Jacobson Moore four million in accounting fees
and penalties to do the two-step.
For two million more,
they could have taken care of Robert
and done right by everyone.
This place is a vipers' nest.
Vipers' nest is the understatement of the year.
(short chuckle)
You okay?
Want to talk about anything?
Oh, no, don't worry.
It is not your problem.
Oh, and I am, uh, I'm really sorry about your dog
and that I didn't know about your dog
and for blurring the boundaries.
Oh, stop.
It's blurry, life's blurry.
You and me, we're starting to feel blurry.
Not just colleagues
and not quite friends.
Maybe allies...
...in the vipers' nest.
I could use an ally.
Someone I can really trust.
You can trust me.
Okay, look.
We work together and we have to share information,
so we have to fix this.
Oh, is that why we need to fix this?
(sighs) Billy, what do you want me to say?
That we're friends, Sarah.
I want you to say that we're friends.
Why do you think I was upset that you didn't know
my girlfriend, who I've been dating for eight years?
Eight years?
Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Okay, look, I'm going to say something
and you better not make that "aw" sound.
My therapist actually knows your name
because I talk about how nice it is
to have a friend at work.
Aw.
I'm going to choke you out.
But I'm serious, okay?
It is, and I am sorry.
(elevator dings)
Ugh.
Hey, hang on.
Um, hi.
Sarah, this is Claudia. Claudia, Sarah.
Hi. Heard so much about you.
Claudia, Sarah was just telling me
that she's looking for balance and she wants to date,
so if you know any nice girls,
keep her away. Ha, ha.
I definitely not looking to date.
So nice to meet you.
You too.
♪ ♪
Heard it was rough.
Knife in back,
spine severed.
Hurts less every time, trust me.
Is that... It is indeed full of loot.
Your battle scars give you access.
(gasps)
Is that the one... Yes.
Swiped it two weeks ago.
This one is also quite meaningful.
Get 'er done.
(whoops) Ooh.
Where's that one from, again?
His ski cabin.
Given to him by a mentor who passed away.
Ooh, what about that one?
Home office, an award he's really proud of.
(laughs)
(sighs)
Fore!
How about this Texas two-step?!
Oh, that felt good. It looked good.
(laughs) Go on, do another one.
Yeah? Yeah.
Thank you.
You ol' country bastard!
MATTY: You beat us bad today.
I wanted to drop by and say congratulations
and go to hell.
(chuckles) My kind of concession speech.
And I also wanted to remind you of my interest in corporate law.
Since that's where the big bucks are.
Mm. Understood.
Was that too crude?
Apologies. I just think
sometimes you have to say what you want,
'cause if you don't...
Is that you with W?
Yeah. Grew up with him.
Oh...
Head of the San Antonio fundraising team in '04.
And, uh...
...that's me and Karl Rove.
Oh, wow.
Connections.
They're important, aren't they? Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Hard to come by.
(chuckles)
Essential to keep. Yeah.
Congratulations again.
And, uh, keep me in mind for the future.
(short chuckle)
Matty, I'm so sorry.
No, I got defensive because you were right.
And I said I wouldn't involve Alfie
and I did it anyway.
Well, who else are you gonna lean on?
I haven't been there for you. I wasn't there. It's true.
Are we fighting over who's more sorry?
How else would we last 49 years?
(chuckles) Aw.
(mutters softly)
Here, let me take...
This is so much harder than I thought it would be, Edwin.
What's this?
What these lawyers did to this man
who lost his wife...
He's nothing to them.
Ellie was nothing to them.
Which is why we are gonna make them pay.
I'm sorry today was a bust.
Actually, it wasn't.
This is the receipt
of who signed for the missing document.
Whose name is that, exactly? I didn't know.
And then I compared the signature to our three suspects.
Olympia's, I had.
Do you need my signature to get in the documents room?
MATTY: Julian's, I got.
Julian, my man. (chuckles)
Looks like they're arguing about the case.
Um, you mind, uh, signing this?
'Cause I don't want to interrupt.
JULIAN: No problem. Thanks for the heads-up.
MATTY: And I was worried about getting Senior's,
but then I had an opening.
Is that you with W? (chuckles) Yeah.
Grew up with him. Oh.
(chuckles)
Head of the San Antonio
fundraising team in '04.
Wow.
That is a definite match.
I think we got our guy.
Next step: we prove it.
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