♪
[explosion]
-[Diane exhales] -[car alarms wailing outside]
Are you all right?
[car alarms continue wailing]
I think so. You?
Yeah. Wow.
Yes.
Wow.
You're very calm.
[sirens wailing]
-[elevator bell dings] -No, no, that-that is not what I heard.
-Because you're listening to Fox. -I am not listening to Fox.
What is it? What happened?
-A car bomb next door. -Reaching all the way up here?
-It was parked on the top floor. -Who did it? -I don't know.
It was antifa or the militia.
DENTAL HYGIENIST: It was the militia.
-Was anyone hurt? -DENTAL HYGIENIST: No one knows.
I certainly hope not.
[sighs] We cannot keep working like this.
I agree, so how do we know it was the militia or antifa?
-DENTIST: We don't exactly know. -DENTAL HYGIENIST: We don't know.
DENTIST: We guess.
LYLE: And no one else is left in the building?
DENTIST: We-we haven't checked.
We're-we're getting out of here.
-[voices fading] -Yeah.
♪
That's a fucking car bomb. That's what that is.
-WESLEY: Anybody hurt? -STEVEN: Some flying windows, broken glass, but no injuries.
It's the militia, right?
Is anyone taking responsibility?
-No one yet. -It's from the protests, Your Honor.
Well, I'm sure they'll tell us when to clear the building.
Let's get back to it.
Please continue, Mr. Sheen.
STEVEN: Mr. Gold, were you involved
in the planning and carrying out of the
so-called "Democratic Watergate"?
I have been advised by counsel to invoke my rights against
self-incrimination under the fifth amendment.
Mr. Gold, did you, in fact...
WESLEY: Your Honor, must we go through this charade?
My client intends to invoke
his fifth amendment rights to all these questions,
not because he did it, but because
-I have advised him... -Counselor,
can we just accept that Mr. Gold
is going to take the fifth?
STEVEN: No, Your Honor.
I would like to see his reaction
to all of my questions.
If I may continue?
Mr. Gold, did you, in June of 2020,
plan and execute the burglary of the offices
of the TV producer, Mark Burnett?
[gasps]
I have been advised by counsel to invoke my rights against
self-incrimination under the fifth amendment.
Does your look of horror
imply that you're scared of the truth coming out?
Objection. My client was being sarcastic.
Well, let's hold off on the sarcasm,
please. These charges are serious.
STEVEN: Mr. Gold, did you intend to burglarize
Mr. Burnett's offices in order to locate
and purloin outtakes from the TV show The Apprentice?
ELI: I have been advised by counsel
to invoke my rights against self-incrimination
under the fifth amendment.
STEVEN: Mr. Gold, did you, in fact, try
to acquire these outtakes because you believed
they showed President Donald Trump
using the "n-word"?
I have been advised by counsel
-to invoke my rights... -Mr. Gold, did you in fact...
May I finish answering, please?
I have been advised
by counsel
to invoke my rights
under the fifth amendment
of the Constitution
of the United States
of America...
...the world,
Earth.
-Yeah. -[notepad thuds]
Mr. Gold... [clears throat] ...did you, in fact,
enlist the technical know-how of your daughter,
Marissa Gold, sitting right over there, in
turning off Mr. Burnett's security system?
Objection. Not in evidence.
Oh, I understand your objection,
given that you have added Ms. Gold to your defense team
in order to prevent her from answering these very questions.
WESLEY: Your Honor, if Mr. Sheen wants to bring charges against
Ms. Gold, let him do it.
Otherwise, he should stop harassing my co-counsel.
CHASE: Sustained.
Any more questions?
Mr. Gold, did you add your daughter to your defense team
so that she couldn't answer these questions?
-Objection, Your Honor. -CHASE: Sustained.
STEVEN: Mr. Gold, have you noticed
how many words your daughter has said from the defense table?
Objection. Relevance.
She hasn't said any words. It's relevant
because Ms. Gold has only been a lawyer for a month,
and she's been added to your defense team
in order to prevent her from incriminating her dad.
Your Honor, can we get the objections ruled on
before the next outrageous question?
Sustained.
Counselor, if Mr. Gold is your only witness,
I think I'm going to dismiss these charges.
No, uh, I have another witness.
Uh, Your Honor,
uh, we would like to call a new witness to the stand.
Sure, another witness who will take the fifth over...
Uh, Your Honor, we ask for a short break.
Well, it seems Ms. Gold has found her voice.
Yes, we'll recess until tomorrow.
[gavel bangs]
What the hell are you doing?
She's doing her job. Landau's turned on us.
Frank.
I can't talk to you, Eli.
[quietly]: Let's head out this way.
ELI and MARISSA: Fuck.
[elevator bell dings]
Dad, you and I need to talk.
Eli, we need to strategize.
You fucked me.
When did you become so foul-mouthed?
You asked for access to Pegasus, the security system.
I thought it was for a client of yours.
-You can't prove it wasn't. -Oh, my God. I never would've
given you access if I thought you were gonna do something
this stupid,
-or this sloppy. -Marissa.
This is just a bullshit hit
from the Republican attack machine.
How many phones did you hack?
Just Mark Burnett or all of NBC?
I didn't do this
because there's no proof I did this,
so this argument is a massive waste of time.
[elevator bell dings]
-ELI: Hello, Diane. -Hello, you two.
[elevator doors shut]
Here, have a flower.
One for each of you.
Thank you.
Oh, Diane, there's something shiny in your-- Ow.
-It's a piece of glass. -Oh, yes,
-I had a window explode on me. -What?
Yeah, at my doctor's office.
You were near the car bomb? Are you all right?
Yes. I'm surprisingly well.
LIZ: As a reminder, the... uh,
we bought two tables for the Democratic fundraiser
tomorrow night, so it'd be great if we could fill them.
Let's invite the associates.
It's not usually how we do things.
But change is good,
-right? -Well, yeah, we can
absolutely invite some of the associates.
Yeah.
Uh...
Now, regarding the budget review...
Why Democratic fundraisers?
LIZ: Well, the DNC has thrown us
a lot of work over the years.
That's a valuable relationship to maintain.
Maybe we should consider
a more grassroots approach to outreach.
Meaning?
Local Black churches.
That's where we need to spend our time
-and our resources. -Okay.
We will definitely consider that. Uh...
-you can see that the projected income... -RI'CHARD: There's one other
thing I'd like to consider.
-The adjusted draw. -What's that now?
RI'CHARD: The equity partners need to receive
the original draw they were promised by STR Laurie.
Agreed, but if you, uh,
look at the earnings
-from this past quarter, I don't... -RI'CHARD: No, no.
No, this is Ri'Chard's top priority.
There is too much disparity between
the partner-level draw
and the equity-level draw.
-I need to make this right. -MADELINE: Agree. 100%.
[applause]
MAN: Amen.
You hated my ideas.
Uh, no, it's just that you
promised something that the firm cannot deliver.
With STR Laurie's
profit participation, the money's just not there
-for the equity partners. -Uh, I have access to the books.
There are certain adjustments that could be made.
Which would affect the quality of life
here at the firm, and with people
resigning right and left...
Just, uh, let me fiddle with the numbers
and present you with a plan.
Fine.
Fine, but can...
can you... [chuckles] ...let me see the plan
before you announce it?
-I can do that. -Great.
I'm an extrovert.
I can get a little carried away in a room full of people.
Noted. [chuckles]
-Jesus is Lord. -Oh, yes, he is.
[quietly]: But you are not.
Jay.
-Don't worry. No one was injured. -What?
-Wait, what? -The car bomb.
It wasn't intended to kill. Just to make a commotion.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's not what I need you for.
Come here, come here.
-What's up? -Um...
I, uh... Well, it-it doesn't seem as important now,
but I-I need you to look into Mr. Lane.
[playing jazzy music]
In what way?
Background. You know, go deep.
Even small things. Stuff that would
normally sneak by a regular background check.
Why?
I need to see what he's about.
[explosion outside]
-God. -I think we should do
a safety course for the firm and get some more security.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That makes sense.
-Just keep me posted with what we... -[explosion]
...need to do.
Ah, he's pissed, that's why.
Landau thinks I kept him from a job in the Biden White House.
-Did you? -Yes, but so what?
Good, we bring that up on cross. Show he's biased.
I mean, what could he say about you anyway?
I don't know what he'll lie about,
but we talked about wanting those Trump outtakes.
WESLEY: You talked? How much did you talk?
Just theoretically about a burglary,
but not in a concrete sort of way.
You could still sell it as someone
taking our plan and running with it.
Sure. Maybe I took it and burglarized the building myself.
Marissa, do you need a moment?
No, this is my moment.
Here, with my loving dad,
-supporting him. -WESLEY: So, there was
a plot? Is that what we're saying?
ELI: It was standard rat-fucking. You know,
you talk about 100 possibilities to mess with the other side.
Y-You talk about sending hookers to their prayer breakfast.
They do the same to you, but you don't break the law. [laughs]
And if you do break the law, you do it through intermediaries.
Where are you going?
To my desk, to do actual work.
Your work is here.
No. I-- You don't need me. I am a laughingstock in court.
-Get another lawyer to do that. -ELI: Marissa.
If you quit,
-they will subpoena you. -I know.
I might have to testify.
-WESLEY: Whoa, that is not... -Wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Hey.
Okay, what do you want, Marissa?
You want me to take you on a father/daughter picnic?
Is that it? You want to go to Disneyland?
Get photos taken with mouse ears?
This is who we are. If you're in trouble, I help you.
If I'm in trouble, you help me.
-We're transactional. -Exactly.
-Always have been, always will. -Okay.
Here's the transaction. I cross-examine Landau.
No, Marissa. Wesley is first chair.
Okay, then you don't need me.
Wait! Marissa.
[sighs]
Just give me a minute.
This is not an easy time to be alive, for anyone.
Every day there seems to be something new to worry about.
There's this low hum of anxiety
that's become knitted into the fabric of our lives.
And we're all so used to it,
we think this is the way life is supposed to feel,
but what I tell my patients
is... it doesn't have to be like that.
I don't want to treat just the body
or the mind.
I want to treat the soul.
God, I love your voice.
Did you know
that one in every five people suffer from chronic anxiety?
-Are you one of those people? -I didn't think I was, but...
maybe I am.
Well, if you are, I'm here for you.
I want to help you
feel the kind of spark
you haven't felt in a long time.
[deeply inhales]
[exhales]
Keep talking.
I don't want you to just be happy.
-Mm. -I want you to be truly content.
I want you to feel pleasure
in every part of your life.
How's that sound?
Good.
Mm. Really good.
KURT: Hey.
Kurt. Kurt.
-You're home. -Yeah. I, uh,
I thought you sounded a little lost on our last call.
-[chuckling] -I see you've been missing me.
Well, yeah, yeah, I am missing you.
Good. I've been missing you, too.
[both moan]
Let me take a shower.
No. No, cowboy, come on.
-I like you funky. Let's go. -I smell like an airplane.
Good, let's join the mile-high club.
-[chuckles] -Come on.
I'm ready for takeoff.
-[cell phone buzzing] -DIANE: Oh, no, don't.
No, it's so peaceful.
[Kurt grunts]
Oh.
I have to. It's work.
Yeah. [clears throat]
[sighs] How bad?
We had nothing to do with that car bomb.
No one knows.
Just be ready for when the media calls.
"The NRA mourns this
"senseless loss of life,
and our thoughts and prayers are with the victims, et cetera..."
LYLE: The world moves from craziness to craziness.
That's why the most important thing is inner peace.
That's why I'm here.
Kurt.
Kurt, I want to tell you something.
All right.
I've been taking this treatment
that I think you should know about.
It's... it's for anxiety.
I'm sorry, what...
what anxiety?
Well, you know,
since the world fell apart.
I mean, the Cold War,
Roe v. Wade, civil rights, violence
in the streets, and
I started thinking a lot about death.
And... it wasn't good.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, I mean, you weren't here.
And I'm telling you now,
maybe because I feel better.
I-I found something that works.
It's called PT-108.
It's like ketamine, but it's not as powerful.
Ketamine? Isn't that, like, a horse tranquilizer?
Well, not in this case.
It's FDA approved,
and it's administered and supervised by a doctor.
Oh, so, where'd you find this doctor?
Is this through somebody you know?
I found it on the Internet.
[scoffs] Well, if you're not feeling well,
you should go see a real doctor.
We can look for referrals together.
[sighs] Why are we even having this discussion?
Because you brought it up,
and... you're taking drugs.
No, I'm not taking drugs.
No. And I'm-- I am not asking
for advice or even help.
I'm just sharing something. I-I'm sharing a good thing.
-Diane... -No.
I-I understand
you're concerned because you care,
and I appreciate it,
but it's-it's okay.
Okay? Let's just...
leave it alone.
[sighs]
SVEN [over earbuds]: Welcome back toGo Ask Alan,
sponsored by Pages, Chicago's friendliest bookstore,
and presented by Room Tone Radio.
And now to our final segment.
The release we're most anticipating this month is
"Thirty Minute Docket," a juicy podcast about cases
within a Chicago law firm.
RI'CHARD [over earbuds]: I've spent more years of my life
inside the courtroom than out.
Three decades, 426 cases and counting.
-My name is Ri'Chard Lane... -Oh.
RI'CHARD: ...and I'm a litigator.
[elevator bell dings]
Is-is there... is there something wrong, Officer?
[elevator bell dings]
RI'CHARD: We will go from this worship
with the freedom of those that trust in you.
In the name of Jesus.
Amen.
OTHERS: Amen.
-Ri'Chard. -Oh, oh, oh, gentlemen
and madam, this is
my partner, Liz Reddick, daughter of Carl.
Hello, hello. Nice to see you all.
Ri'Chard, can we talk in my office?
-RI'CHARD: Uh... -Thank you. So nice to see you all.
Take care. Buh-bye.
[footsteps approaching]
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm...
meeting with local pastors. New clients.
No. "Thirty Minute Docket"?
Oh. It's just an idea.
Wh-- No. No, it's not just an idea,
not when I hear it on NPR,
-it's not just an idea. -It was on NPR?
No. This is a independent...
Ugh, Ri'Chard, this is wrong on so many levels,
I don't, I don't even know where to start.
You can't just take our cases and...
They have fictionalized names,
and I've been checking with our clients.
-But they're not your cases. -Right.
That's why I check with the lawyers involved.
And you just put your name in instead of theirs?
Well, that's just good branding, Liz.
The listener needs someone to identify with.
Oh, my God, you-you don't even see why this is wrong.
Liz...
This law firm has to update itself
or be swamped
by the future.
People are drawn
to strength,
and this makes us strong.
We will lose clients.
We've already drawn clients who have heard
the promo for it.
Just give it a chance, Liz.
Liz, may-maybe it's an embarrassment, maybe.
No harm, no foul.
You can't just make decisions by fiat.
This is not "you," this is "we."
This whole law firm is always "we."
Ubuntu:I am
because we are.
All right.
This is how it works.
You have an idea, any idea,
you want to scratch your ass,
we talk, we discuss,
we agree,
and then you can move forward.
Not before. You need to stop with this "better to ask
forgiveness than permission" bullshit.
Do you understand?
Get out of my office.
I want you to come to dinner tonight.
Why?
Let's get to know each other
personally.
I want to know what makes you tick.
You can find out what makes
me tick. Come on.
-No. -Come on. Come on, come on!
-I make a mean Cajun catfish. -No, I can't.
7:00 p.m.
It'll be my apology.
-We have the Democratic fundraiser tonight. -Exactly.
It'll be our excuse.
Then... we won't have to go.
-[chuckling] -I...
7:00 p.m.
STEVEN: Mr. Landau, is it fair to say that,
in the months leading up to the election of 2020,
you were in constant contact with Eli Gold
about the campaign strategy to defeat
Donald Trump?
If you were a Democrat in 2020, that was Job Number One.
And as part of Job Number One, did Eli Gold ever propose
breaking into the offices of Mark Burnett?
-Objection. Hearsay. -STEVEN: Illinois Rule 803, hearsay exceptions.
You might look it up, young lady.
CHASE: Overruled.
STEVEN: Please answer, sir.
LANDAU: I have to acknowledge that
Eli's proposal to break into
The Apprentice'soffice
may have been said in jest.
LANDAU: Your Honor, non-responsive.
Please instruct the witness to confine his remarks
-to answering the question. -That's what he did, Your Honor.
-No, he did not. -What are you, eight?
The witness is allowed to contextualize
the defendant's statement in whatever way he wants.
Witness's remark stands.
STEVEN: Mr. Landau, was, uh, the defendant's daughter,
Marissa Gold, ever present when
breaking into Mark Burnett's office was discussed?
-Objection. Irrelevant. -Objection, Your Honor. -CHASE: Overruled.
Sounds pretty relevant to me.
LANDAU: She was not,
but she was working as an investigator at the time,
and... he suggested she may have
some tricks of the trade to share.
Your Honor, move to have Marissa Gold disqualified
-as defense counsel. -Based on what?
Based on being called to testify.
I submit the only reason
she's been made part of the defense team
is to prevent her from testifying.
How the fuck would you know that?
Ms. Gold, I will not tolerate the use of profanity
from your father or you. In fact,
I will hear arguments
tomorrow on the motion to call Marissa Gold
as a witness.
Come in with your arguments ready.
[gavel bangs]
Can you get the gate for me?
-Oh, sure. -Thanks.
Thank you.
Do you want a pastry?
They're day-old, but they're great.
They'll last five minutes in there.
No, I-I'm fine. Thank you.
Let me get my keys. Can you hold this?
Uh, sure.
Are you here to see Becky?
Uh, no. Ri'Chard.
Oh, yeah. You're the workmate.
Come on in.
-[door closes] -NATALEE: Watch out for the train tracks.
I always trip on them.
Ri'Ch! Your friend is here.
Hold on, let me set my purse down.
-Sugar! -Oh.
Oh. Hi. Hi. [chuckles]
Are you here for Ri'Chard? He's in the kitchen.
-Can I take your shoes? -Uh, sure.
-Can I, can I put this down somewhere? -Uh, your pastries?
The kids really shouldn't have that much.
-Oh, they're-they're not, uh... -[screaming]
Oh, sorry, that's Oliver, he's fine.
Um, can I get you a drink?
Uh, I-I brought, uh, some wine, so...
We have two specialty drinks: a Fashionable,
which is Ri'Chard's version of an old fashioned,
or a spicy sidecar.
Uh, I'll try the Fashionable.
-[screaming] -One second.
Oliver!
Can I, uh... Oh, wow.
-[chuckles] Whoa. -Who are you?
Uh, I'm... I, uh, I'm-I'm Liz Reddick.
-I'm... -You really shouldn't be giving the kids sugar,
-not this close to bedtime. -Oh, no.
The-- Some-Someone else handed this to me.
Uh, can you point me in the direction of Ri'Chard?
You'll have to take off your shoes first.
Oh, hey, uh, you're not supposed to have,
uh... Oh, you know what? You're not my kids.
Okay.
RI'CHARD: No more pastries. What's going on out there?
I want these kids to eat.
-Ri'Chard? -RI'CHARD: Oh, hey, Liz.
Come on in.
-Oh, here's your drink. -Oh. [laughs]
I am so happy to meet Ri'Chard's work wife.
Oh, thank you. It's...
-nice... to meet you, too. -Let's go. Upstairs.
-Hey. -Too spicy or just spicy enough?
-Oh. Mmm. It's just enough. It's good. -[laughs]
Sorry about all the chaos.
It was supposed to be family game night,
but someone didn't read the calendar.
It wasn't on the calendar.
[speaking French]
How's your drink?
Oh, it's, uh...
Ah, it's good. [laughs]
That's-that's good.
So, is, uh, your house always this confusing?
RI'CHARD: Ah, diplomatic word. A house is always warmer when there are
more people in it, don't you think?
[laughs] Uh, are, uh,
-all of these your children? -Uh, no, uh,
some of them. Uh, some are neighbors.
I found I never had to worry about my kids
if I made our house the most
-fun one on the block. -Mm-hmm.
-Then all the friends came here. -Yeah.
-Uh, how many kids do you have? -Oh, just one.
Uh, well, you should've brought, um, him? Her?
Him. Him. No, he's-he's-he's with his dad.
Oh, th-that's right, you're divorced. Oof. I could never
-do that. -Why?
RI'CHARD: I, um,
have trouble ending things.
Jesus is Lord.
All authority in heaven and earth.
RI'CHARD: Oh, the bottle's in the fridge.
I thought you two were going to that Democratic thing tonight.
RI'CHARD: Uh, we decided
to stay home and, um, talk.
Talk about what?
[chuckles] Why we hate each other so much.
[laughing]
[laughter]
-Hello, Democrats. -[audience cheers, applauds]
Welcome.
Now, isn't it nice to be
in a room filled with people who believe
-in democracy and free elections... -[cheering, applause]
and climate change and freedom of expression?
[chuckles] Have you been on a college campus recently?
LANDAU: Our first performers tonight were
devastated when their show got shut down because of COVID...
You all right?
I just hate hypocrisy.
MARISSA: Really? That's new.
LANDAU: ...their own ensemble, dedicated
to racial justice
and LGBTQ+ rights.
So, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome
-The Hamilton Swings. -[cheers and applause]
All right. How you doing, Democrats?!
♪ O beautiful♪
♪ For spacious skies♪
SINGER: Spacious? Just check out
-that apartment of mine. -[coughs]
You all right, Ms. Lockhart?
Uh, yes. Yes, I just, uh...
I'd better-- I'd better get some club soda.
♪ Majesties...♪
♪ America, America...♪
Well, hello.
Oh, hi.
I saw you in there heading out.
I-I just wanted to say hello before you left.
Oh, no, no, no. I-I-I just have a stain
on this metallic fabric.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, no, no, I-I don't drink a lot,
and-and never within 24 hours of the treatment.
-I wasn't keeping track. -[chuckles]
I should have known I'd see you at something like this.
Why's that?
Oh, our conversations about politics.
Oh, right, right, right.
Oh, God, is this boring.
A screwdriver.
Hello.
Except I don't know you, do I?
Lyle Bettencourt, this is Marissa Gold.
She's a lawyer at our firm.
-Are you a client? -No.
Okay, I give up.
Uh, Diane and I bumped into each other on a trip.
[coughs]
Oh, shit.
Nice to meet you. I have to go stop my dad
from killing someone.
[Diane chuckles]
So, what are the...? [laughs]
What are the ethics of this?
The ethics of standing next to each other
at a bar talking? I think we're okay.
Okay, but I don't want to break any rules.
So, how are you?
You mean after the treatment
-or after the explosion? -Both.
Let's say both.
Blissfully neutral.
My feet tingle. Not a bad thing.
And colors still tickle my brain.
[both laugh]
Good.
Do you need to come back?
Come back to you? Yes, I want to come back.
I-I think it helps. Don't you?
-Think it helps? Yes. -Mm.
-Can I ask you a question? -Sure.
You're always so calm.
Do you-- Do you take your own treatment?
No. If I had a need, I would,
but I haven't yet.
But, you know, let's give it a couple of years.
[chuckles]
Sorry to keep you waiting. I found it in the car.
Oh, good. Uh, uh, Diane and I were just talking.
-Oh. Hi. -Hi.
I'm Alyssa. Nice to meet you.
And you. I really should get back.
Yeah, us, too. They'll be passing around the hat
pretty soon-- health care, health care, health care.
-[laughs] -See you, Diane.
Bye.
ELI: They're using you
to send me to prison. Are you okay with that?
LANDAU: What, you think I wanted to testify?
And as far as who can avoid prison, I have
-the utmost faith that it's you. -Dad, come on, let's go.
Look, Frank, is it an apology you want?
-Is that what this is about? -What are you talking about?
Dad, this entire conversation can end up in court. Come on.
Listen to your daughter, Eli.
You're hurting yourself.
Dad, stop. Why are you doing this? Stop.
Do not follow me into the men's room.
[quartet continues singing]
You think I betrayed you with the president.
-Let it lie, Eli. -I did you a favor.
As soon as Biden tanked in the polls,
you would have been put out to pasture.
Jesus Christ, can I have some peace?
Tell me you don't think you're gonna be rewarded
for giving me up.
Tell me you're not that fucking naive.
You did this to yourself.
When I found out you were serious...
Die, Eli Gold, you fucking Jew!
[Eli panting]
[siren wailing]
Thanks for coming over.
Did we settle anything?
No... but it was interesting.
-It was. -Yeah.
Next time we should probably get drunk.
[chuckles]
-Here. -Oh, yeah.
Oh, God, we are one with you.
[phone alert beeping]
What is that? Amber Alert?
Um...
-[alert stops] -Oh, God.
It's some kind of shooting near here.
-Some protest shooting. -Oh, my God.
It's at the Democratic fundraiser.
One casualty. Francis Landau.
Head of the Democratic Committee?
Oh, my God, yeah. I-I know him.
Downtown is on lockdown until the shooter is apprehended.
20-block radius around the ballroom.
We're ten blocks from the Straton.
You should probably make yourself comfortable.
You're gonna be stuck here for a while.
Oh, God.
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
Dad, can I get you anything?
Dad?
Oh, it was so weird.
I was right beside him.
And this guy just came up behind us
and said, "Die, you filthy Jew, Eli Gold."
Eli Gold.
He thought he was killing me.
The world has gone crazy, Dad.
But Frank's dead because of me.
He's not even Jewish. He's...
He's got three kids.
And he's, like, Presbyterian... something or other.
I'm glad you're alive, Dad.
-Did you see him leave? -Who, the shooter?
-Uh-huh. -No.
I heard the sound. I didn't know it was a gunshot.
I thought it was a garbage can falling or something.
And I turned to the door,
but there was a crowd in the way.
What am I doing with my life?
What? What do you mean?
People hate me.
They hate me so much, they want to kill me.
Dad, they want to kill us because we're Jewish. Okay?
You could be selling pretzels on the street,
they'd still want to kill you.
No. It's like Lee Atwater. Remember him?
At the end he-he apologized.
He had, uh, brain cancer or something,
but he died and-and he said, "I'm sorry for Willie Horton."
You come into the world...
wanting to make it a better place,
and you end up just making a mess.
You make a difference, Dad.
You make a difference to me, anyway.
If I die, you'll be there, right?
-You'll give the eulogy? -Dad.
You're not dying.
We just live in a bad time, Marissa.
I've got to change my life. I've got to stop.
I've got to... confess.
Confess what?
Everything. What I did.
No, you don't. Dad, no.
Mr. Gold, can we talk to you over here?
Dad, just say what you saw.
Okay? Don't say anything else.
I'll drive you home.
All right, so...
I have to ask this question.
Which one of them are you married to?
Which one is your wife?
-[laughs] -Well, I-I-I-I must have seen, what, four?
I needed a cheat sheet to keep track.
Uh, will it offend you if I told you
-none of them? -None of them?
What is this, a commune?
Just a loving household.
And you're a Christian?
Born in the blood of Christ.
[chuckling]: Okay.
My wife died.
One is her sister, one is her friend.
One is my friend, one's a college dropout.
Um, I-I collect female energy.
Watch out, women have dinner here and never leave.
-[laughs] -Don't knock it.
You might just like it.
Okay, all right, well,
since we're bearing our souls to each other,
what are you in this for?
Is it the money?
What-what are we talking about? The women?
No, no.
Reddick and Associates.
Oh.
Power. Respect. Independence.
Uh, branding my name.
What about you?
No, let me guess.
You're into this for your father's legacy.
Oh, my God, no.
No. [chuckles]
No, I always wanted to be
the opposite of my father.
When he was a defense lawyer, I became a prosecutor.
When he was representing Goliaths,
I represented Davids.
That's what I like about you.
-[siren wailing] -That rebellious spirit.
That's what makes you hot.
[laughs]: Oh... God.
You're so funny.
-I... -Why is that?
Well, but you-you... you don't know it's too much
until you push it.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that sounds about right.
When I first started my career,
I wasn't so polished.
I didn't care because I knew I was smart.
I could win any debate, so what did it matter
how I presented myself or what I wore?
Well, you've changed.
Yeah.
Right out of law school, I got to the final round
of interviews at my dream firm, and the partner,
ooh, he brought me into the board room,
and there, in front of all the other partners,
he pulled out a laser pointer and he pointed it
at every part of me.
Explaining how someone with shoes like that
could never survive.
How someone with this haircut
would be laughed out of client meetings.
How someone in a... [laughs]
in a polyester suit, like mine,
would end up in the gutter.
I was trash.
Sorry.
Yeah, but it was an incentive.
I'm sure everybody has an incentive.
[murmurs]
That was the day I told myself,
"I will show him."
"I will be everything he said I wasn't."
And that's how I ended up here with you
in a $10,000 suit
drinking a $900 bottle of wine.
[murmurs]
[phone chimes]
Oh, well, it looks like we have the all clear.
All right, well, um...
...this has been very illuminating.
I'm glad you approved.
Yeah. Oh, gosh, okay.
Well...
I will, um, see you at work.
I'll see you at work.
God, nothing seems real right now.
Or lasting.
You okay?
I-I was talking to someone at my table afterwards,
after the shooting,
'cause we were all just stuck there,
and this person brought up the connection
-between love and death. -Huh?
It's like in-in Tristan and Isolde.
Their love is so intense, it-it,
you know, it can last even after they die.
You don't know what I mean, do you?
Diane, I think you're asking me questions
that you know I don't know the answer to.
And I'm not sure why.
I'm not here for a literature test.
I'm here 'cause I love you.
You know who I am. You know what I'm good at.
What I care about.
Do you love me?
Yes.
Have I passed the test?
[Diane chuckles]
Yes.
STEVEN: We need her, Your Honor.
We don't have Frank Landau
anymore for tragic reasons.
Marissa Gold is alive and well
and able to testify.
Is that your only argument-- you need her?
Circumstances have changed. A man died.
And as far as I can tell, only one person
stood to benefit from his murder.
Excuse me, what the fuck?
-Ms. Gold. -I'm sorry, Your Honor, but what is he implying?
Fox News reported that Eli Gold was arguing violently
-with the victim just before the murder. -I was there.
The gunman's target was my father, not Frank Landau.
So he claims, anyways.
Oh, my God, are you nuts?
-Let's keep this respectful, please. -Tell him.
He's implying my father killed someone.
I saw my dad's shirt covered with Landau's brains.
Your Honor, look at that table. How many lawyers
does one man need, especially if he's
as innocent as he pretends.
Mr. Gold is allowed to choose his own defense team.
Hold on! I'm ready to rule.
Prosecution has made a compelling argument,
and I'm granting the motion.
Ms. Gold, get ready to testify.
This can work.
RI'CHARD: Good.
Uh, we thought it might.
[clears throat] It's very generous of you to, uh, give up
a portion of your bonuses.
Well, it's worth it for the goodwill of the firm.
It might still be a little tight,
but there are other places I can pinch from.
Well, go ahead and pinch. [chuckles]
Yeah, I-I must say, it's great to see you two
have united on this.
It'll be a big relief for the partners.
-There have been grumblings. -Anytime.
-Good job, Liz. -You, too.
[overlapping shouting]
Hey.
How's it going down there?
As far as I can tell, there's just more people
and more arrests.
JAY: Yeah, the assassination last night.
They're blocking off the lobby today.
Everybody's being directed out through the loading dock.
Okay, well, that makes sense. Just keep us posted
if there's anything that we need to do.
-Mm-hmm. -Okay?
I dug deeper into Ri'Chard.
I thought you'd want to hear about it.
Oh, God, yeah, I... I almost forgot.
-What do you, what do you have? -Past history.
He has history with the firm.
-What firm? -Ours.
When your dad was running it.
Really?
Ri'Chard was a first-year associate,
he applied here, and your father wouldn't hire him.
In fact, Ri'Chard filed
a class discrimination suit against him,
but Reddick used his contacts to quash the suit
before it became public.
Ri'Chard told me last night that
he got rejected from his first firm
because his clothes looked cheap,
and he said the partner... called him trash.
Mm, yeah, that's probably your dad.
Did he mention that?
No.
Do you think he's here with some secret agenda?
LIZ: I don't know.
What would it be?
[knock on door]
Do you have a minute?
Uh, Marissa, this is not the best time.
Could we, uh, talk tomorrow?
I have to testify against my dad today, so not so much.
Yeah, yeah. Sorry.
[explosion outside]
-God, it's getting worse, isn't it? -Yeah.
-Thought it'd be over by now. -Yeah.
[Marissa sighs]
So, I figure you've heard about this case against my dad.
I have.
The judge is making me testify
now that the prosecution doesn't have Landau.
And the things they're gonna ask me about are
things I did.
-Did you know what your father was gonna do? -No.
He kept me in the dark. Unsurprising.
But if I tell the truth, it'll be bad for him,
and if I withhold the truth...
You would be perjuring yourself.
And jeopardizing my law license, which I know I've only had it
for a couple months, but I kind of like it.
Well, I'm sorry, Marissa, I can't advise you
to perjure yourself.
I know.
If it's okay, I wanted to ask about your father.
You know, since we're both in the
ethically-compromised dads club.
It's not a very fun club to be in, is it?
It sucks.
When we uncovered that stuff about your dad and the women,
you asked me to find out how many more there were.
I did that.
I put it in a folder and gave it to you.
Did you ever read it?
-How will that answer help you? -I don't know if it will.
I-I'm-I'm just trying to figure out what...
Uh, no.
No, I didn't read it.
[explosion outside]
DIANE: Eli.
You look lost.
Marissa will be here in a minute.
It's getting bad down there.
Yeah, it is.
I'm so sorry about Frank.
I am, too.
They were coming for me.
I know.
[explosion outside]
Do you have any protection?
I-I have a few guards down by the car.
I have 'em for a couple days,
then their contracts will run out.
It feels weird. I'm-I'm a mechanic.
I'm not a public figure.
We're all public figures now.
Come on in.
Sure. Why not? Let's drink.
Cheers.
[both laughing]
Was there a better time, or has it always been like this?
I don't know. Whenever I'm smack-dab in the middle
of the time, I always think it's the worst time,
and then, I don't know, five years later I think,
"Huh, that was a pretty good time."
-I fell apart today. -Well, that makes sense.
A person was murdered right beside you.
And they thought they were murdering me.
Yeah, so how could you not fall apart?
I've been wondering how much I've been contributing
to all this.
Turning the opposition into the enemy,
turning the enemy into psychopaths.
Eli, you're not the one who assaulted the Capitol.
How do we get out of this?
They're shouting, so do we just shout louder?
I don't know, but if we don't shout back, they'll win.
And when they win, they will trash everything.
Oh, my God, I am so exhausted.
Okay, so...
here's what I suggest.
Finish your drink, stand up, pull yourself together,
and go out there and kick some ass.
This country is worth fighting for; it always was.
And our enemies want to stop voting from happening.
That's not just galling, that is the end of America.
And we can't let that happen.
Where do you find your optimism?
In a hallucinogenic drug called PT-108.
[laughs]
-Are you joking? -No.
Tell me if you want me to set up an appointment for you.
Eli, I need you to fight the good fight.
I need to know that there is someone out there
who can quarterback the game.
Because I know our politicians aren't up to it.
It has to be you.
The person behind the scene.
I'm sorry, if you want me to contribute to your bodyguards,
I will, but you have to get back in the fight.
MARISSA: Hey.
Marissa Gold, how are you?
-Better now. -Why?
'Cause I was listening to you two,
and I decided something.
Let's get to court, Dad.
Okay, daughter.
[power drill whirring]
Hello, you must be Diane.
Oh. Hi.
-It's you. -Ye-Yes, hi.
I'm here for my session with Dr. Bettencourt.
Yes, I know.
I'm sorry, we met at the fundraiser.
That was awful, wasn't it?
The shooting, yes.
Anyway, I'm Dr. Alyssa Schuman.
Dr. Bettencourt had to go out of town last minute,
take care of a personal matter.
So I'm filling in. [chuckles]
Do you have any idea when Dr. Bettencourt will be back?
Not as of now, but we'll keep you posted.
May I offer you some cucumber water?
No.
Then let's get you hooked up.
My father is brilliant at certain things
but a disaster at others.
I guarantee you
he thought Pegasus was just a winged horse
until you brought these charges.
Ms. Gold, do you know the meaning of perjury?
Objection.
Seriously?
Sustained.
STEVEN: Okay, I'll ask you directly.
Did Eli Gold ask you
to get ahold of a copy of the security system Pegasus?
My dad calls me for technical advice sometimes.
I've explained to him how to embed images
in emails or tweets,
which, by the way, he still calls "twitters."
[chuckling]
You do that, too?
-Guilty. -[chuckles softly]
I've helped him set up Zoom calls.
But I've never helped him spy or hack, and I certainly
-haven't helped him use Pegasus. -Ms. Gold, if you're telling the truth,
then why did Frank Landau believe that you were involved
-in the attempted burglary? -Mr. Kirkpatrick
is about to object on the grounds
that your question calls for speculation.
I suspect Judge Chase would sustain that objection
and tell me not to answer you.
But I would like to try to answer your question.
Go ahead.
Frank Landau had seen me help my dad with technology
on other occasions
and, without evidence,
jumped to the wrong conclusion.
And you can hardly blame him, Mr. Sheen,
as it appears he was only following your example.
♪
PROTESTERS: Jews will not replace us!
-Thank you. -Hey.
-I'm your daughter. -[chuckles softly]
-Where you headed? -D.C.
Landau's gone.
Dems need me.
You can stay for another night. We'll have dinner.
I'd better not.
They might shoot you, thinking you're me.
PROTESTERS: Jews will not replace us!
Incredibly,
your mother had to talk me into having a kid.
[chuckles] I know. She told me.
I'm glad she did.
You're my greatest achievement.
Don't be a stranger.
I won't.
And I won't forget what you did today.
[scoffs] Don't get shot, Dad. I would miss you.
I'd miss me, too.
[sniffles] I'm worried this is the last time I'll see you.
Don't say that.
[car door opens]
Stay safe.
PROTESTERS: Jews will not replace us!
[reciting the Traveler's Prayer in Hebrew]
PROTESTERS: Jews will not replace us!
Jews will not replace us!
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