When I look around this room, I see the future,
defined by strength, resilience,
and the determination to work together.
So, now, when we stood in the center of the Pettus Bridge...
and that's Selma, Alabama...
we looked and we saw these troopers at the other end,
and their rifles in tow, and we were surprised, you know.
But not one of our precious souls
expressed an ounce of fear.
Hmm?
If you have anything worth fighting against,
whether it's injustice
or an out of control president...
...you stand in the face of opposition fearlessly.
Now, that's what this firm represents.
That's what you all are. You're all fighters.
Each and every one of you.
You're fighters.
I'm done for the day.
Okay, okay.
We still have a firm to operate.
Besides, we don't want to exhaust
- our founding partner. - Well,
That's all right, Barbara. All right, now.
Back to work, y'all.
Did you know he was coming?
No.
You know what he wants?
To see how we're doing.
Complain about how we're doing, more like.
- Adrian. - Carl.
- How you doing? - All right. How you doing?
Good, good.
- Hey, uh, you got a minute? - Yeah, yeah, go on in.
- In here? Okay. - Yeah, go on.
Barbara.
Diane.
Are you sure?
I know Carl; he probably just wants
to talk about the police brutality cases.
Come on.
Hey, um, maybe just the name partners?
- You know, maybe... - Oh, of course.
Well, wait, wait.
Diane's on the executive committee, Carl.
Probably a good idea that she be here.
Hey, man, what the hell is going on here?
I turn my back, and we're being indicted.
We were not indicted, Carl.
What, you got grand juries all over your butt, man.
- That's because we're doing our jobs. - In the meantime, I have to
Find out from the L.A. Times that you just signed
with one of the whitest companies in Silicon Valley.
You really complaining because we brought in a company
worth $86 million a year?
Yeah, two percent black employment.
We don't have anything to do with that, Carl.
We have to make a living, Carl.
Now, in the meantime, I've been receiving these calls
from these clients who are feeling
- that they're being neglected. - Who?
- Tell me, who? - Nigel. He says he can't get you on the phone.
- Nigel Rogers? - Yeah.
Nigel Rogers has not made money
for this firm since 2009, Carl!
Maybe because you have not returned his call.
You all right? Sounds like a fight.
Uh, no, just a friendly disagreement.
What's up?
I'm just checking to see if we're still on for tonight?
Yeah. Same place, right?
No, change of plans.
- What? - Art gallery.
No. Too many people.
Ah, come on. There'll be, like, eight people there.
No one will see us. I'll go down on you in the bathroom.
You promised that last time.
Yeah, well, this time, I double-dog swear.
I'll text the deets.
Don't say "deets." I hate it when you say "deets."
Deet-deet-deet-deets.
Well, where's your responsiveness to the community?
I mean, where's your... Oh, come on, Carl. Seriously?
Carl, wait, we are here,
fighting the good fight. That's what we're doing.
Um, if you'll excuse me, I have some calls to make.
- It's so nice meeting you, sir. - That was not the point of this firm.
- Now, what are we... - Are you serious, Carl? Come on, come on...
Diane Lockhart.
Pastor Jeremiah, how are you?
It's so good to see you.
You are looking well.
Oh, thank you. As are you.
You get younger looking.
No, no, it's the times.
It lights a fire in your belly.
That and a stationary bike. Come on in.
Hey, Carl,
I didn't know Diane was working here.
She performed amazing miracles
in juvenile court, all pro bono.
Oh, you're too kind.
I imagine Carl has told you about my issue.
Well, I haven't told them yet.
You know, we were discussing other business.
Then I'll come back.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
We're gonna go into the conference room
and let my, uh,
my partners discuss their work.
And, uh, Diane, will you join us, please?
Mm-hmm. Uh, certainly.
Mm. He's here for two weeks and he's gone.
Patience.
It's a transitional house I run, as part of my outreach ministry.
- Mm. - And Paul has started to use again.
Uh, that's the young man I need to evict.
Now, I asked him to leave, but he refused.
And I have strict policies
against abuse in the house.
Yeah, we don't normally deliver eviction notices, Rev.
I can handle it, Adrian. It won't take long.
Well, take DiPersia and an associate with you,
in case it needs more hours.
I shall. It's good to see you, Pastor.
- Oh, thank you, Diane. - Oh, yeah. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
An eviction? Do we normally do that?
It's a favor.
Are we expecting trouble?
I don't think so.
Well, actually, he said that he would.
- Maia? - Dad.
- Hello, Henry. - Diane.
Maia, do you have a second?
Uh... No. No, I don't. I'm working.
It's okay. Take a minute.
What are you doing here?
Well, you don't answer my calls.
You should take that as a sign to stop calling, then,
not as a sign to drop by my work.
Please, Maia. Ma...
- Are you all right? - Yes.
I'm sorry you're going through this.
Thank you.
Drug test.
- Do you carry a gun? - No.
- You ever need one? - All the time.
- Paul Johnson? - Yes?
You're being evicted.
- I'd pick that up. - Or?
Or I'll ask you politely to pick it up.
So, this is from Jerry, huh?
What an asshole.
Can't even do his own dirty work.
We're Pastor Easton's attorney,
- and we need you to know... - So, this is how you tell someone
You don't want to suck their cock anymore?
We need you to know, sir,
that you have broken the rules of this establishment.
Really? The rules that I have to fuck him whenever he wants?
The only reason he's trying to kick me out
is because I ended it... because I don't want
a 70-year-old dick in my mouth.
Shut up and listen.
You have until noon tomorrow to vacate the premises.
Do you need any help finding other accommodations?
Tell Jerry he blew it. I wasn't gonna do anything.
Now I am.
Of course he'd say that.
He says he's going to do something about it.
What? Contact a lawyer?
- Later, Sharise, please. - I think you may want to deal with this.
A Gabriel Kovac says he represents Paul Johnson.
Hello, Mr. Kovac. How are you?
Okay.
You need more chocolate and fewer mints.
Okay. Note taken.
Marissa is going to sit in on this
and take notes, if you don't mind.
More chocolate. Got it.
Likewise and similarly,
I have an iPhone here that I'm gonna record,
if I can, uh, put record on.
Some... Um, there. That button there.
- Oh, great. - Thank you. Yeah.
So, um... I represent Mr. Paul Johnson.
He has been fucked over by your client.
Is that a legal term?
"Fucked over"?
No. But it's accurate.
Pastor Jeremiah placed his penis in two of my client's orifices.
How's that?
Hmm? Does that satisfy your Harvard education?
I didn't go to Harvard.
I didn't either.
Uh, you do understand that by making this accusation,
Mr. Kovac, that you are inviting a countersuit?
In fact, a baseless accusation of this kind
would be grounds to report you to
the Attorney Registration & Disciplinary Commission.
Ms. Lockhart, here's the thing.
I'm not a great lawyer.
Took me three tries to pass the bar.
But I do know this.
You were sent in here to intimidate me,
'cause you're the token white lawyer,
and use all kinds of words like, uh, "disciplinary action,"
uh, "court suits,"
um, things like that that are supposed to scare me off.
I don't think you understand that this isn't about...
I don't scare easy.
And, uh, I'm not interested
in getting into the right country club.
All I know is Paul Johnson,
when he was 17 years old, was raped by your client,
a certified pastor.
And the Illinois civil statute of limitations
for statutory rape is 20 years.
I looked that up.
I also know that you don't want this to go to trial.
Pastor Jeremiah is a pastor.
I mean, that's, like, already two strikes against him.
And the liberals, they're gonna look at him and think
he rapes kids.
Hey, why don't you have him wear
his collar in court, and then he'd really be fucked.
- What do you want, Mr. Kovac? - Money. And a lot of it.
- We won't be blackmailed. - Yes, you will.
We won't call it that.
We'll call it a pretrial settlement.
And for our purposes...
I was just joking about the blackmail thing.
We are merely having a discussion
about a pretrial settlement.
Nice to meet you.
-Do you ever go on eHarmony? - No. - Too bad.
You should try it.
- Wow. - Yep.
We need to arrange a meeting with the pastor.
You ever fuck a stranger in an art gallery?
Hmm. It's the only place I'd fuck a stranger.
I thought you said there'd be eight people here.
Yeah, there were. You're a little late.
Okay. Where's the bathroom?
- Wow. - Yeah.
It's just something I found in my hamper.
Oh, I want to live in your hamper.
Quick, no one's looking. Kiss me.
- Colin? - Mom?
Yes, Mom. Here I am, in the flesh.
Well, who's your friend?
She's very sexy.
This is my colleague, Lucca.
Lucca... um... Quinn.
- Quinn. Lucca Quinn. - Lucca Quinn.
Francesca Lovatelli.
Are you two sleeping with each other?
- Uh, here we go. - I'm not in the habit of prying.
It's just that Colin never tells me anything
about his personal life.
I wonder why.
I thought you said under the green painting.
- Yes, I did, my son. - Hey. - Hi, Clarence.
- You two know each other? - Lucca, right?
You didn't hire me.
Sorry.
Clarence, please, meet my son, Colin.
- Colin, this is my new attorney. - Hey, man. How you doing?
Mom, what are you doing? Gallery hopping with your lawyer?
Hey. Did you see what Trump is doing?
Oh, my God, this country. What happened?
I heard they're thinking of tagging all Muslims.
I know, microchips.
I'm thinking of - becoming Muslim. - No.
What do you think about that, Lucca?
Ooh, are you Muslim? Maybe you are.
Not a Muslim, Mom.
Well, are you gonna come to the birthday party
tomorrow night?
I, uh... uh, what?
Yeah, tomorrow night.
- Oh. - Birthday party, tomorrow night.
Huh. I guess someone forgot to mention it to me.
Colin's 32 years old.
Like Jesus, one year away from death.
But he still looks like a baby. Look at that skin.
Uh, I think Lucca's probably a little busy. I don't...
No, no, no. No, I-I think I can break that date.
Really?
Thank you, Lucca.
Isn't that just like my son?
Always trying to push women away.
I know. Isn't that true?
I hate it.
Did you see what Trump said
about African-Americans?
This lawyer has evidence
of payments you made to Paul Johnson last year.
Three payments, totaling $9,000.
That's true.
So you made these payments?
Was it money to silence Paul?
No.
Well, then, what was it?
There's scripture, tells of a traveler,
beaten, robbed,
left at the side of the road.
The only man to offer help was a Samaritan,
a rival ethnic group.
Now, this Samaritan, he cared for this man.
That's what I provided.
Care for someone who needed help.
And I will not let him turn that into something obscene.
You didn't have a sexual relationship with him?
No.
All I ever did was help him get on his feet.
I'm sorry. I don't believe him, Carl.
And that's how I know we are not the right firm
for this case.
Well, you only defend people that you believe?
When the other shoe drops, and more Pauls come forward,
we're gonna wish we were nowhere near
involved with this.
We are gonna take this case.
We cannot afford to be on the wrong side of this.
Now, think about this:
black pastor rapes 17-year-old child?
Carl.
- I'm invoking Article 4. - What? Excuse me?
I'm demanding a full partnership vote
on the leadership of this firm.
We're going in another direction.
Uh-huh. And you're the new direction.
Is that it? Seriously?
Yeah, I'm taking my firm back.
You've driven it to the ground, and in this day and age,
we can't afford to let it drift.
You got old, Carl.
And you're betraying me right now.
But you know what? I still honor you.
Everything you've done in the past.
Truly. Now you need to go.
You make those inspirational speeches,
and you take every bit of that applause,
'cause you have earned it.
But as far as the future's concerned?
You got to let us take it from here, Carl.
You know, I've been called old for about 20 years now.
Every time somebody says that to me... I smile.
Because they are underestimating me.
But you know what?
You forgot the lessons I taught you.
You forgot those lessons.
Now you be careful.
This old man may just kick your ass.
Yeah, I guess you can understand what it feels like
to, uh... have a firm that bears your name
that lost your mission.
- Mm. I've had my experience with that, yes. - Yeah.
So maybe you can understand why I'm doing what I'm doing.
Now, there's gonna be a full vote of the partners.
And I need your help, so I can get my firm back.
We once stood for something important, Barbara.
And the only thing we stand for now is making money,
and as far as I'm concerned, that means we stand for nothing.
Vote with me, Barbara. Vote with me, please.
Adrian, he'll have his input,
but he's the head and you're the heart,
as far as I'm concerned.
Help me put the heart first.
Now, you know, uh, we're having a vote.
- Managing partner? - Yes, I heard.
Why don't you check out the lay of the land for me,
see who's voting for who.
I... Look, I don't want to get in the middle of this.
Uh, I hope you understand.
Oh, I know, I know, I know.
Why don't you, uh...
put your ear to the ground.
Mr. Reddick asked me to see what I could find out
about this addict coming after Pastor Jeremiah.
Go ahead and do it.
But not too many billable hours.
Understood.
He did ask me about a likely head count
for the vote on managing partner.
Is that something you have a problem doing?
Not at all.
I just wanted to see how accurate you wanted me to be
in what I report back to him.
There but for the grace of God.
Hmm.
Ms. Lockhart, nice to see you. Welcome.
And... you're not Marissa.
Where is, uh, where is Marissa?
Marissa's my assistant.
- This is Maia. - Maia. Hello.
Pretty red hair.
I had a dog with red hair.
Uh, please sit down, sit down.
I am just finishing up a round of Candy Crush.
And this is...
I have to finish this; if I don't finish,
I'm just gonna be a bit of a...
Hold on a second. Sorry.
Goddamn it! Not my day today.
Mr. Kovac,
we've looked into the payments you told us about,
from Pastor Jeremiah to Paul,
and we're satisfied that there is an innocent explanation.
We're not gonna offer Mr. Johnson any money.
- That's final. - Really?
- And who are you again? - Maia.
Hmm.
You keep sending out white lawyers.
Why is that?
Yes, Mr. Kovac,
we're very impressed with your street smarts.
But at some point, you have to stop riding
the anti-Ivy League thing.
You either have the evidence or not.
Okay, you'll have to explain this.
This is the security footage from inside the halfway house.
And take a look at that time stamp.
Pastor Jeremiah goes into Paul's room at 11:00 at night.
And he comes back out at... 11:30.
That's a half hour.
Hmm?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah, I may not be polite,
but-but people are worse than you expect.
Pastors rape little boys!
Even clichés happen.
It was a drug test.
A drug test that only targeted Paul?
You didn't go into anybody else's room that night.
Well, there was a report that Paul, and only Paul,
had a late-night visitor, perhaps a drug dealer.
So I went into his room to give him a drug test.
- This was standard procedure? - Yes.
We have kits on-site that we use.
I wasn't in his room for any other reason.
- Can you play it again? - Sure.
The reverend is the one who put this security video in.
He wanted to make sure no one flaunted the rules.
It's insane to think he'd go into somebody's room
without a reason.
Stop. There.
Go back.
There's a time jump.
You're missing almost an hour of footage.
No, th-that can't happen.
But look, the time code, it jumps an hour.
Jeremiah is a good man.
He takes care of us.
He even takes us for long walks every morning.
It helps us clear our heads, keeps us in shape.
Why are you saying that?
I'm not saying any different.
A lot of people want religious people brought down.
They don't like God, or they don't like people
who believe in God.
- I just want to know the truth. - Then die.
That's how you know the truth. Die.
And God'll tell you.
So there's an hour missing.
What does that mean?
I don't know.
Now, either someone is covering for the reverend,
or Paul Johnson and his lawyer don't want us to see
- that his dealer entered the room. - Yeah.
Wait, wait, freeze.
It's a laptop; just press the space button.
Do you want me to enhance?
What?
I was just thinking I'm pretty good at your job.
I think I'll go for a detective license.
Congratulations.
What?
Do you see this? It's a Fitbit.
When you go on my website, you can find when I was asleep,
when I was awake, when I was walking, how far I went.
Look.
Okay.
I'll sponsor you for a detective's license.
- Really? - Sure.
Tell me when.
I wasn't able to recover the deleted security footage,
but Marissa noticed Paul was wearing
a fitness tracker.
- Hi, I'm Marissa. - Hi.
Jeremiah gifted everyone at the halfway house one,
putting an emphasis on healthy living.
They monitor your heart rate, count your steps,
things like that. I used to think they were stupid,
but now I have one. See?
Yeah, the reverend set up an activity group
for the tenants to compete with each other.
Which means...
we have access to all of Paul's data.
This is what Paul was doing?
Oh, well, not everything, but some.
And it looks like Paul was sleeping until...
you see that spike there?
That's when Jeremiah knocked on the door, waking him up.
This still doesn't rule out sex.
Not until you compare the data side-by-side.
Paul's heart rate is slowly increasing.
And Jeremiah's is decreasing.
That's not two people having sex.
Would you excuse me one second?
Now, either Jeremiah somehow
drugged himself and still managed
to take advantage of Paul, or...
Or Paul is lying.
Amy, what's wrong?
I don't know. Maybe nothing. I couldn't get ahold of you.
Dad's been trying to call me, so I've been screening.
Yeah, he called home. Three times.
Every time I silenced it, he called back, so I had to answer.
He told me he's always considered me family
and then thanked me for being so good to you.
He was sobbing.
What?
It sounded like good-bye.
I think you should call him.
Yeah.
We're not home right now.
Please leave a message af...
Dad? Hello?
Dad?
I know what you're thinking, okay?
I'm on my way to you right now.
Just... let's talk.
Dad, I love you, okay?
I'm on my way.
I'm gonna be there soon.
Just... just don't hang up.
Don't hang up, just...
stay with me right n...
Try my mom.
She isn't answering.
- Try her at Uncle Jax's. - Why?
She might be there.
Ouch.
We really don't have to do this.
Oh, afraid of what I might learn about you, Mr. Morrello?
Colin!
Mwah!
Happy birthday, son.
Thank you, Dad. This is Lucca.
I know.
Your mom's been talking about you. - Ah.
Isn't Trump a nightmare?
Oh. I mean, oh, my God, what he said
about the Central Park Five.
- Uh, this is Julie, my secretary. - Hi.
Always hiring the best, Dad.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. Where is Mom?
Near the drinks. Where do you think?
Hmm.
Very nice to meet you, Lucca.
Uh, you, too, Mr. Lovatelli.
The Root is a great online magazine.
I have it on Google Alert.
Please don't judge me by this evening.
- Too late. - Hmm.
Lucca, hello.
There you are!
Okay.
You have to settle a debate for me.
Come on.
Oh, Colin, hi. Happy birthday.
Thank you, Mom.
Hey, hey, who's that with Dad?
Oh.
That's his newest toy.
I don't complain if it saves him from having a stroke.
Now, Lucca,
I Googled you, and you are something special.
Am I?
Yes, you are.
I love your firm. I really do.
I want you to talk to my son.
He always sided with authority.
I never sided with... Mm-hmm.
Come here. Here we are, everybody.
Finally, the debate.
Now, African-Americans liked Bernie Sanders, am I right?
Especially the young ones.
And they would have out-voted Hillary
if it weren't for the Southern states.
Do you agree, Lucca?
I don't really have an opinion.
But that is not the question. The question is the arts.
All else fails without the arts.
Magdalena, please.
Do you know Jay Z?
Would you excuse me for a second?
Do you need something, Lucca?
No, just a drink.
Let me get it for you.
It's fine. It's fine.
Oh, she's wonderful.
Wonderful, Colin.
If you don't marry her, I will.
Mom.
Hmm?
Give her a little room, will you?
Of course.
Dad?! Dad!
Henry?
Dad?
Henry?
Dad?!
Dad!
Maia?
Oh, my God.
Dad?!
Dad!
What is that?
"Maia, stay here, call the police.
"Let them handle this.
I don't want you to see this."
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Dad?
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, what happened? What did you do?
- Don't. Please don't call. - Hello.
I'm at 9511 West Mangolini Road.
We need an ambulance.
Dad, don't ever do that, okay?
Ever!
Maia,
if they think I tried to commit suicide,
they'll revoke my bail.
You tried to commit suicide?
Shh.
Maia, I need you to think with me.
If they revoke my bail, they'll put me behind bars
on suicide watch until the trial.
Okay, so I just fell.
You fell?
Mm-hmm.
You were checking the roof, and you fell.
I fell.
Yes. Yeah.
They'll be here in a few minutes.
Now, Maia, you have a few minutes.
I need you to make this look right.
Tell the paramedics he fell, okay?
Perfect.
Do you think it's all right that rap lyrics are homophobic,
because it's cultural?
I don't know, Clarence.
Mm. Oh, by the way, congratulations.
It'll be good for the firm.
What'll be?
Being on his arm as he runs for office.
It's like de Blasio.
Doesn't just work for him, it works for you.
Okay, I don't understand a word you're saying.
They're gonna run Colin for senator.
That's why he's working as an AUSA.
It's a stepping stone to office.
So are you.
The hot black girlfriend? It's a demographic dream.
Ask de Blasio.
Thanks.
Lucca, what's going on? Where you going?
Uh work. I got to go.
An emergency.
All right, well, I'll take you.
No, it's fine. I called for a Lyft.
Apologize to your parents for me.
Work of a lawyer, right?
Colin, come in here!
I-I was thinking... Triage nurse to E.R.
Oh, my God, Henry.
Oh, my gosh.
What were you doing?
We have people to check the roof.
Look... Oh, God. Look at you.
I'm fine. It's nothing, really. It's-it's...
It's nothing.
It's your leg.
And your back. I-It's everything.
Oh, my God, if I lost you,
I don't know what I'd do.
Aw.
And what were you doing there?
I wanted... I wanted to see Dad.
Oh, thank God.
If he, if he had been lying there
all night...
You had Jax bring you here?
I d... I didn't, I didn't want to wait for a cab.
I was too upset to drive myself.
You have to end it, Mom.
What difference does it make if Jax drove me here?
Did you hear what I just said?
You have to end it.
End what?
Stop that.
You know what I mean.
Whatever you think you know about your uncle and I...
It doesn't matter what I think.
It's what my father thinks.
How do you know what he thinks?
What...
"I don't write this out of feeling wronged,
"that because my wife slept with my brother,
"I'm owed something.
"It's I who's cheated my wife...
"out of what it feels like
to be loved by someone you love in return."
What is that?
"Just like I've cheated my daughter of being able
"to hold her head up
"and not be held accountable for the mistakes...
"the crimes... of her father.
"I love these two people more than anyone in the world.
"I just want them to be happy,
"and the best chance of that happening is for me
to clear out and let them."
He made me swear I wouldn't tell you he tried to do it.
You can't say anything.
How's Henry?
Go away.
I just want to check... Go away.
Look, with the vote six hours away,
here's where we stand.
Evelyn says her expense allowance is "stingy."
Stingy.
She'd like an increase.
And Mark feels the firm has lost track
of its civil rights roots.
I love how Mr. Reddick talks.
Truly.
But we do more good in the world,
we have the capital to do good.
Trump's America sure ain't my America. Is it yours?
No, we got to keep on fighting.
So now that we're making more money, we don't have to be
so stingy on the expense accounts.
That's the way we felt like in, uh, Selma, you know?
There's an easier way to live.
Each one of us
is not as strong as we are collectively.
Right?
Is that fair enough? That's not rocket science.
Hi.
Yeah, the gentleman behind me...
Sorry.
As you can see, Mr. Kovac,
these are the readouts from the two fitness trackers...
I hate this thing.
...and the breathing doesn't match.
Your client's heart rate is increasing,
and Pastor Jeremiah's is decreasing.
That is not indicative of sexual relations.
Oh, my God, you got me.
If I were you, I would drop this suit, sir,
or you'll be facing a devastating countersuit.
You know the only problem you have, Diane?
I can't wait.
Paul can identify a distinguishing mark
on the good pastor's dick.
Now that
is indicative of sexual relations.
You still want to countersue and take this to open court?
Hmm?
You just let me know.
I will not disrobe.
It's the easiest way to prove him wrong, Rev.
Now you don't have a birthmark on your penis?
No, I don't.
So he's lying?
Yes.
The difficulty is, Pastor, if you don't
disrobe, this will make you look guilty.
I understand that.
I am not disrobing.
You can take the camera
and take a photo of yourself.
I spent my whole life fighting,
fighting for the dignity that was denied our forebears.
They were treated like this.
I will not be.
That's what he's counting on,
this little, uh... pissant.
He is blackmailing you, and he's counting on the fact
that you have too much pride to prove that he's a liar.
Then he's smart, and accurate,
because I won't.
Then I think you should pay him.
He's gonna ruin your reputation, Reverend.
All that dignity that you fought for,
it will disappear just like that.
Do you believe him?
It's not about what I believe,
it's about what we can prove.
That's not what I asked.
Reverend...
I have been around too long to know better than
to expect anything from my heroes other than feet of clay.
I don't care one way or the other.
I just want to beat this son of a bitch.
The fitness tracker links to an app
which tracks your routes, like this.
That's me, running around the office,
talking to all of the assistants about who their bosses
are voting for.
And?
I was able to pull up Paul Johnson's tracking data
for the past two months.
When Paul goes jogging, it's fairly random.
No two routes appear to be the same.
But about two weeks ago, a pattern started to emerge.
Two or three times a week, Paul's routes included
a pit stop at Kovac's office.
Well, that makes sense; he's his lawyer.
No. Paul didn't claim to have a lawyer
until we served him the eviction notice.
Good.
We need to look deeper into Kovac.
Any lawsuits, past crimes.
See what you can find.
Perfect timing.
Yeah.
Uh, Ms. Stanway?
Yes?
Hi. We're from the law firm Reddick/Boseman.
We were wondering if we can ask you
a few questions about Gabe Kovac.
Records show you sued him for an assault a few years back.
Yeah, we settled and I dropped the charges.
Can you tell us what happened?
I'm sorry. I signed a nondisclosure agreement.
What if we promise not to tell?
Hey, you never know.
- Sorry. If you'll excuse me. - Uh, Why would Kovac
- Have you sign an NDA? - He didn't. His lawyer did.
And it wasn't with him.
It was with his employer, First Charter Choice.
- First Charter Choice. - What's that?
It's an alt-right cause.
Okay, am I missing something?
No, but I was.
Who you calling?
Adrian.
They're going into negotiations. Come on.
Got it, Jay.
Thanks.
Good work.
Anytime.
Oh. Uh, come on in, gentlemen.
So, I guess you finally came to your senses,
and are ready to settle.
Are you at all familiar
with Rule 1.7 of the ARDC
Code of Ethics, Mr. Kovac?
It's been a while since I studied for the bar.
Why don't, uh... why don't you sum it up for me.
Conflicts of interest between attorneys and their clients
may result in disbarment.
Do I have a kind of conflict of interest with Paul?
We're aware that you have done business with, uh,
Mr. Selkirk's right-wing legal foundation,
First Charter Choice.
And we're also aware
that Selkirk subsidized this "lawsuit,"
to embarrass the good reverend.
You're taking money from the alt-right, Mr. Kovac,
and you edited the drug dealer from that video.
You know what?
I think we're, uh... we're about done here.
And we are prepared to file a civil suit against you
and your client... for extortion!
Have a good day, now!
Why aren't you answering my calls?
I've been busy.
My family is insane.
Why do you think I didn't introduce you to them earlier?
This isn't about your family.
It's about this relationship. It's run its course.
I disagree.
That's your right.
I'm not sure what you're looking for, but I'm not her.
I'm not an accessory, I'm not a... trophy.
I'm sure as hell not a wife.
And I never treated you that way.
And if anyone ever does, they have no place in my life.
You're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.
I don't like your tone.
There is no tone.
We had fun.
Both knew it wasn't for life.
We don't do "for life."
I have to go.
Imani's voting for Reddick, but you have
Calvin Story, Eunice and Tommy Neville.
By my count, you're up one.
Good. Thank you.
Julius.
Saved you a seat.
Fucking Julius?
Thanks, Carl.
Yeah.
Carl.
Julius Cain is leaving the firm. He is ineligible to vote.
Article 12, Subsection D puts forth
that full voting rights will remain in force
through the last day of the partner's pay period,
which I believe is Thursday.
Well, then shall we commence, uh,
casting the ballots?
11 for Adrian and 12 for Carl.
I want the room polled.
For what reason? You lost.
I want to vote for the removal of Adrian Boseman.
Wait.
I didn't vote.
But I want to now.
Eh, it's too late.
No, it's not.
Carl, you said this was a battle
between the firm's heart and its head.
But it's not.
It's about the past or the future.
Your past glories have a lot to teach us,
but this... this is now.
The fights are now, and Adrian knows how to fight them.
I vote for Adrian.
So here we are.
We're split.
Yep.
50/50.
This should be fun.
Hmm. That's the problem with the world today, huh?
You think the fights are different now.
But you're wrong.
They're exactly the same.
May I?
To idealism.
Hmm.
And pragmatism.