Sumi: (on phone) Congratulations!
You're part of the CBTV comedy diversity workshop!
-Thank you. -She got in!
Aren't you opening this firm to help people like Jerod?
I'll do it on one condition.
You quit Legal Aid and come work for me.
You see that woman in the jean jacket?
Her name's Yvonne Byers.
Is there any way you can help her?
Gael: Hey, have you seen Dennis?
I can't come back to the Coterie.
I think I've been trying to find a way out of this,
when I need to find a way through it.
We have a problem.
Mariana: White supremacists?
Claire: They've flooded ACT-ivism.
We have to shut it down.
Evan: We're about to launch a new social network app.
We can't be seen catering to only those users whose politics we agree with.
Mariana: I understand.
It's your company. Your call.
But I can't be a part of it anymore.
What about us?
Mariana: I don't know.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Mariana ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
(whispers): It's my birthday.
No, it's not.
Ow!
Thank you guys so much.
Alice: Yay!
♪
♪ Pa-pa-pa pa-pa-pa, pa, pa ♪
♪ And then we'll find our peace of mind ♪
♪ You and me, Bel ami ♪
♪ Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa ♪
I'm Derek.
I write, act, and direct.
I'm like a less tragic, more clothed Lena Dunham.
I'm Magdalena. Magda.
This season, I tested for two pilots.
And my Harold team, Taylor Grift,
just got our own monthly show at UCB.
So, yeah, I'm pretty much on fire.
I'm Sanjana.
I worked with Second City in Chicago.
Since I moved to LA, I've done pretty much everything,
from being a budtender
to an assistant manager at a movie theater.
You can't hurt me.
Hi, I'm Stacey,
@NotActuallyLizzo on TikTok.
But you may know me from my musical Homages to Riverdale.
Shaun. Uh, I have a YouTube channel, Trans Fats.
'Cause I'm... trans.
Um, I actually just hit a million followers.
But my real dream is to host The Great British Baking Show.
I have a lot of soggy bottom material.
Lindsay Brady. I'm a stand-up.
I just finished up a 36-city North American tour.
Your queer cousin in Arkansas just absolutely loves me.
I'm Alice.
You sure we can't scare a chair up for you?
Oh, no, it's okay. I like it on the floor.
Whoever set up obviously didn't get the memo!
Hello! (laughs)
Normally, we have, uh, six performers in the program.
Uh, but this year, we made an exception.
No worries. I don't need a seat.
I should've sat down quicker anyway.
I was never good at musical chairs.
Um, I've done some stand-up, and I really like it.
And I have 312 followers on Instagram.
Clearly, she was the exception.
Well, then, put your hands together. Come on.
-(all applauding) -Hello!
Woo!
Welcome, performers. You're here. Welcome.
As your program director, it is my job...
to make or break your careers.
I'm kidding. (laughs)
Seriously, this program
has launched just some big talent and...
I mean, what a great time to be diverse.
Am I right? Yeah? Right? Come on.
Diversity is like the new Black, right?
Even if you're not Black.
I can say that because this comedy.
This is a safe space.
Not for me. Not this white guy.
"Help me. I need to work."
So, you could be the next Tiffany Haddish.
The next Aubrey Plaza in El Barrio.
Funny Indian guy, yeah?
You're gonna be crazy and rich very soon.
(laughs)
You could be Pat. Think about that. Am I right?
(Scott laughing)
I mean, this is the first day of the rest of your life.
-Yes? -I'm sorry.
-Who's Pat? -Oh!
Pat was an SNL character.
(laughs) Pat-- You didn't know if Pat
was a boy or a girl.
So, "Ugh" was the catchphrase.
(laughs) It was very, very funny. Yeah.
Here's to the yet-to-be-named fight club ladies startup.
And to never having to work with dumb-ass tech bros ever again.
Amen to that.
Sorry, I was at the gyno.
Trying to squeeze in all my doctors
before our health insurance runs out.
Smart. Everyone get your Pap smears.
Claire: We should talk about money.
Uh, how long can...
everyone last until we have to get another job?
I think I can go, like, three months.
-Two. -Same.
Three... weeks.
Sorry.
No, no, that's okay.
It's just, you know, more motivation
to come up with an amazing app idea
and get funded ASAP.
Claire: There's this tech incubator
that does open pitch events twice a year.
They have one coming up in two weeks.
Two weeks? That's...
not a lot of time.
I've had an idea for a while.
What about an eco-friendly bath and beauty product delivery app?
We generate an algorithm
that tracks all the products that our customers use
and how much they use,
then we ship them out in reusable containers.
We can keep refilling them, cutting down on waste.
I love it.
-Me too. -Me too.
Uh, we could call it Bulk Beauty.
Ooh, or BB for short.
Five minutes in, and we've got a great idea!
Yeah, take that, Evan Speck!
We don't need your white supremacist protecting ass!
-(door opens) -Kelly: Mariana!
Another delivery for you.
At your service.
Wow! Who are those from?
They're from Evan.
Seems horny.
Ugh! DTF? Seriously--
Aww. "Down to fight for you."
Huh. Cute.
-May I? -Yeah.
I love a good "F" in the morning.
(chuckles)
What are you gonna do?
You kind of left him hanging.
Yeah, well...
I mean, the girls quit in solidarity with me
because of Evan.
I can't just turn around and be like,
"Oh, yeah, by the way, I'm also dating him."
Well, then, you need to tell him that.
I know, and I will.
Uh, don't, don't. Don't tell me who it is.
Calm down. I didn't have time to read the card.
This time.
Gina: Who's your secret admirer?
(all giggling)
They're from my moms. My moms.
Aww, what's the occasion?
It's my birthday.
-Why didn't you say something? -Claire: Oh, my God!
-Happy birthday! -Cheers!
Claire: Let's drink. Happy birthday.
I cannot be late for work.
Excuse me. Hi.
Uh, we're still waiting for our appointment with DA Matthews.
I'm sorry, he was just called into an emergency meeting.
Uh, Mr. Matthews.
Uh, my name's Callie Adams Foster.
My client, Yvonne Byers, and I had an appointment with you at 10:00 a.m.
Sorry, something's come up.
Um, this is the third time you've rescheduled at the last minute.
I-- I can't keep dragging my client down here.
Okay, uh, I'll cut her fines in half
in exchange for 50 more community service hours.
Wait, that's 350 hours now.
Look, she works two jobs and has three kids.
How is she supposed to find the extra time in her life?
It's the best last offer. Take it or leave it.
Kathleen: Good morning.
Oh, uh, good morning. Are you here for me?
No. I have a meeting with the DA on Jerod's case.
But you're more than welcome to join me.
She wants to take the deal.
Yeah, of course she does.
I mean, that's what they do.
They keep rescheduling to wear you down
so you take the shitty deal.
Don't let her do it.
But he said it's his best and last offer.
Bullshit. There's always a better offer.
You can't trust any of these assholes.
-(door opens) -Marc!
-Kathleen. -Hi!
-Hello. -Hello.
(sighs)
Uh, so, we got in a fight
and Miss Neal told us to come to your classroom.
What's up with that?
We raised attention with the walk-out,
but we're still a long way
to getting the diversion program abolished
and the police out of our school.
In the meantime, we need to make sure
that they don't send any more of our kids to juvie.
Well, how do we do that?
Andre Johnson has two strikes already.
One thing we can do is stop sending them to the principal
every time they act out in class.
I hear that, but what do we do with them?
It's not fair to the kids who want to learn.
What if we sent them to each other?
During our free periods.
Well, how do we... handle them?
We practice the restorative justice initiative we've been talking about.
I like that idea.
Yeah, me too.
I'm in.
Me too. Sounds great.
Well, Andre, we're trying something new.
A better approach to conflict resolution.
It's called restorative justice.
What the hell does that mean?
To be honest, I have no idea what restorative justice is.
Oh. Well, don't worry.
I mean, I didn't either until I joined the committee.
-Oops, sorry. -It's okay.
Uh, basically, it's just, uh, a change
in how we respond to misbehavior.
Focusing on mediation and agreement
rather than punishment.
So instead of sending you to the principal's office,
we're going to talk it through.
You know, take responsibility for our actions
discuss how to repair the harm you've caused each other.
Well, he started it.
No, man, your face started it.
No, don't-- Don't hit each other.
-I can send you some articles. -Thanks.
And thank you for helping me clean up.
Oh, yeah. Of course.
No worries.
This Coterie thing seems pretty cool.
What's communal living like?
Well, it has its pros and cons.
Like, on the positive side,
there's always someone to talk to.
And on the negative side,
there's always someone to talk to.
I live alone with a cat, so...
You're a cat person?
No, not really, um...
My ex, they were a cat person,
and when they decided that they weren't a me person anymore,
they left the both of us. So...
That sucks.
Yeah, uh...
You know, I'm...
I'm really glad you joined the equity committee.
Me too.
Don't worry, I think you're gonna do great.
Thank you.
This is the talking ball.
Whomever is holding it is talking.
And you can squish it if you're nervous.
Who wants to start?
Guys, no!
Andre, don't do it! Stop it!
No! Give me the ball!
Ha-ha!
Well, seeing as your client assaulted a deputy,
I mean, my hands are pretty much tied here.
What is your best offer, Marc?
Well, as a favor to you,
we're just asking for the minimum.
One year in jail.
With credit for good behavior and time served,
he's out in six months.
Kathleen: That seems fair.
All right, I will take it to my client
and let you get back to the golf course.
I wish.
Hey, what is this I hear, you left your own firm?
Yes, I wanted to get back to my beginnings, in non-profit work.
I mean, God knows, I have enough money.
Love to the family.
We will be in touch.
Sounds good.
I thought you said there's always a better deal.
Not in this case.
We aren't talking about a bunch of unpaid parking tickets here.
The DA takes assault of a sheriff
very seriously.
But they deprived him of his medicine
and he was defending himself.
Okay, we only have the word of a mentally ill defendant.
We have no evidence,
no card to play.
Maybe if we investigate the deputy?
Subpoena his personnel records?
Maybe there is a pattern of abuse.
If we could get his personnel records.
And that would mean going to trial.
So we go to trial. Let a jury decide.
(sighs) Okay, if we do that,
Jerod will be in jail for at least a year, maybe more.
And if we lose, which is likely,
he could be in for two or three years.
The longer he's in jail, the worse he will fare.
It's the lesser of two evils, Callie.
I suggest if you want to help him,
you tell him to take the deal.
-Whoosh. -Whoosh.
Bang.
-Whoosh. -Whoosh.
-Pow!
(groaning)
In six weeks, you will do a sketch showcase
for Hollywood.
I mean, top producers,
the execs,
casting directors,
agents.
Alice, uh, I didn't shoot you.
Oh, you didn't?
But you made gun gestures with your hands.
Yeah, I'm just sending the energy across the circle.
Oh. I got it. Pow.
-Whoosh. -Whoosh.
Oh! We're doing this.
But... there's a twist.
Only five of you will make it to showcase.
Scott: A mall.
Lindsay: A mall, okay.
(indistinct chatter)
That means two of you...
are not gonna make it.
Spaceship.
(indistinct chatter)
So, tomorrow, you're gonna meet the writers.
I'd like you to, uh, prepare a character to audition with.
The idea is to inspire the writers to write for you. Okay?
Because why?
You gotta blow away the competition.
A farm.
(mimicking a farm animal)
Ha-ha. Yes.
Al-- Alice. Ms. Kwan, uh...
Are you just doing '90s dance moves?
I was a sprinkler.
For the crops. Sir.
Eh, okay.
On that note, let's end there.
Hey, great first day for most of us, huh?
Well done. Yes.
All right, I will see you tomorrow.
Remember, you're bringing in a character for the writers.
-So make it funny. -Magda: Okay.
-Okay, great job. -Thank you.
-Thank you.
So... Scott is...
intense.
This must be where the never-been comedians wash up.
Listen, I've done, like, three of these programs,
and unfortunately, you gotta have to grin and bear it.
So...
No, he's not that bad.
-Really? -Really?
Have you not been here the whole day with us?
Okay, he's old and white. Give him a break.
No!
Hey.
Didn't Alice open for you in Sacramento?
Yeah, she did. I--
I gave her her first big break.
She's a total newbie.
Sucks that two of us have to get cut now.
Pretty sure we all know who's going home first.
Hey, should we go grab a drink?
I think we could all use one after what we just went through. Right?
-Yeah. -No kidding.
Magda: Margaritas?
-Shaun: Oh, yes, please. -Lindsay: Yeah.
-Stacey: Yes! -Derek: Whoo!
Magda: Or straight tequila?
Lindsay: Leave the bottle, you know.
(school bell ringing)
Mr. G, you aren't really still into Minecraft?
Yes, I am.
But someone keeps burning down my house.
I don't know what to do.
I mean, it's easy.
You just combine both flint and steel
and then you can hit 'em back.
Hmm, well, then we'll just keep going back and forth
blowing up each other's stuff forever.
And nobody wins.
Like, when we all keep tearing each other down,
get expelled from class, it just...
It hurts everyone.
♪ Washing my face ♪
♪ We'll be home late ♪
♪ After the show ♪
♪ All of our friends back in LA ♪
♪ The places we'd go ♪
♪ I'll keep it and lock 'em away ♪
♪ Trying to place ♪
♪ Taking it slow ♪
(sighs)
Well, well, well. Looks like I'm not the only one whose day sucked.
Is it wine o'clock? Hmm?
-Sure. Why not? -Yay.
Do you wanna talk about it?
Nope. What about you?
Well, I suck as a teacher.
It probably doesn't matter anyway
since I doubt I'm gonna get my third TFA year
because I joined the teachers' walk-out and the equity committee.
What happened?
Have you heard of restorative justice?
Yeah.
-You have? -Yeah.
Back in art school,
we volunteered at this restorative justice program
for kids who had gotten arrested.
Yeah, we taught them how to express themselves through art
instead of conflict.
They loved it, um, and most of them stopped getting into trouble.
Huh!
It was actually one of my favorite projects.
What are you doing tomorrow at 10:00?
This is getting ridiculous.
Who are those for?
Me.
What's the occasion?
-It's-- -It's her birthday.
Oh, my God! Happy birthday.
Can't believe it's your birthday.
Thank you.
(indistinct chatter)
Davia: How did we not know that?
How are you feeling?
I'm okay.
I just want to go home.
Jerod, Jerod, listen to me.
Is there anything else you can tell me about the guards who hurt you?
Do you mean like-- like their names?
No, no, we know their names. Um...
What about the one you hit?
Deputy Gaffney.
He's the one who took my medicine.
You mean the one that didn't give you your medicine?
No.
The one who took it for himself.
Why would he take your medicine for himself?
I don't know.
I just need to know when I can go home.
Please.
What does the big lawyer say?
Can she get me out of here?
We're still working on it, Jerod.
Okay?
You just need to be patient.
I can't accept these.
You have to stop sending me gifts.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Mariana ♪
(door closes)
Okay, I had no idea
they were gonna surprise me with a cake.
Well, maybe if you hadn't lied about it being your birthday.
What was I supposed to do?
The fight club girls were here when Evan sent the flowers,
and then the balloons came.
Wait, balloons?
Okay, you need to talk to him. Tell him to stop.
I did.
Would you like to come in?
(sighs)
Sorry.
Evan: Uh, you were saying?
Uh, right. Um...
The gifts, they're--
They're not enough to make up
for not shutting down the app.
But you should know...
I've hired a group of moderators to police the hate speech.
And Speckulate is no longer going to be promoting the app.
Uh, in addition, all the residual profits
are going to be donated to the ACLU.
And all of this should ensure that,
well, the app burns itself out within a few months.
Or if not sooner.
What do you think?
He's doing everything that he can to kill the app.
Callie: Yeah, everything except shutting it down.
Yeah, well, at least he's doing something.
So what did you do?
Well, I think that...
I would like to jump on your trampoline.
It's not like he's technically my boss anymore.
And as long as I keep my personal and professional life separate...
it's not exactly a conflict of interest.
(both laughing)
So, you didn't end it?
(both laughing)
(racy music playing)
What are you gonna tell the fight club girls?
Nothing. Now.
You know, but the second that we get our seed money
and get things up and running,
if I'm still dating Evan, I will.
You realize you can't celebrate your birthday this year?
But I love my birthday.
Just sayin'.
What, do you live here now?
My girlfriend does.
How was drinks?
Fine. How come you didn't come out?
I wasn't invited.
I'm a "newbie."
Ah. And apparently...
you have an invisibility cloak.
Look, everyone knows that I was the exception they made.
So maybe you were right. Maybe I'm not ready.
Maybe I should just quit before I get cut.
Or maybe you should just finish what you started,
instead of giving up because you had a bad day.
Isn't that what you want?
No.
I just didn't want to compete with you to get into the program.
But we both got in.
And now we have to compete to stay in.
Maybe.
But not with each other.
The only competition you're in is with yourself.
Why the heck are you being so nice to me?
Because I gave you your big break,
and I don't want you to make me look bad.
I'm supposed to just come up with a random character overnight?
Look, I can't give you all the answers.
Some of this you're gonna have to figure out yourself.
(in British accent): You've got a bloody croûton on your lip.
That's aggressive.
It me!
(phone ringing)
Hey, Mom.
Jean-Michel Basquiat...
started off as a graffiti artist.
He had a tough time growing up.
Really felt like the world was stacked up against him.
But he put all the stuff that he was dealing with into his art.
I related to that because...
I wasn't really good at talking about my feelings as a kid.
The more people pressed me to,
the more I just shut down.
And then I realized all the stuff that I couldn't say in words,
I could say in art, just like Basquiat.
And he was very successful.
By the time he was 20, his paintings were selling for thousands of dollars.
Hmm. That's cool.
Right?
So, I thought instead of our talking circle,
Gael could help each of you with some art projects.
What if we can't draw?
You can take pictures.
You can make a movie.
And everyone can draw.
Art doesn't have to be hard or intimidating.
It can be just fun.
So, you want us to, what, finger paint?
(chuckling)
Yeah, if that's what you wanna do.
So, I brought some paint,
I brought some canvases, and some clay.
-Nyah: I'll do the clay. -Andre: I'll make a movie.
-Davia: Hey! -Hey.
-What's up? -Nothing.
I was just, uh, checking in to see how it's going.
Oh, well, it is going great!
Thank you so much for checking in on me.
-Okay, great! -All right, awesome. See ya later.
Great.
So, like, are you a successful artist?
Ugh. No, not really.
You mean, not yet.
Right. Not yet.
I will have a big bacon cheeseburger with a side of...
(loudly): open your eyes, man!
They're poisoning us, and they're not even trying to hide it!
Okay, well, is that a regular "Open your eyes," or a diet?
Scott: Ah, and scene. Great!
Ha-ha, yes. Uh, solid work.
Come on down. Nice. Nice hat, Derek.
Hats are funny. Hats are funny. Okay, who's up?
Um, yeah, let-- let's do Lindsay and Alice.
Come on down.
(Scott chuckles)
-Man: Always very funny. -Scott: Yeah.
Okay, okay.
Um, let's put you two in a job interview.
And go!
So, uh, how long you been fly-fishin'?
(imitating her mother): Never. I need job for divorce my husband.
(chuckles)
-Hey, Mom-- -Your father crazy!
I selling makeup so I can get divorce.
What?
-Why? -He leave cup of water everywhere.
Kitchen table, water. (indistinct dialogue)
Nightstand, water.
Mahjong table, water. Everywhere!
Water!
You, uh, got something against water?
Ai. He also chew so loud. Like a wood chopper.
Ka-cha, ka-cha, crunch, crunch.
He drive me crazy! He crunch me to die!
(all laughing)
I'm just looking for somebody to sell bait.
If I sell makeup, I get pink car.
I don't wear makeup, I sell bait.
You know, wet flies, streamers, nymphs, poppers.
Aiya, nymphs and poppers, you sound like gay bar.
(all laughing)
What about your friend?
She need concealer.
You have bag under eye.
(laughs)
Could use concealer.
I'm not selling makeup...
To my friends.
I send you catalogue, okay?
Pass it.
(sighs)
People want to look pretty when fly-fishing.
Attract more fish. (speaking foreign language)
I send you catalogue.
Scott: Yes! All right, and scene.
-(all applauding) -That is how you do it, huh?
That was great. Great work, Alice.
Why did you tell the kids that you weren't a successful artist?
You're a great artist.
Thanks, but...
I guess it just feels like
I'm falling behind a lot of my friends from art school.
After we graduated,
most of them did unpaid internships with successful artists
who... are helping promote their careers now.
So, why didn't you do that?
Because I didn't have wealthy parents,
and I needed to get a job to pay for my student loans.
So, is it too late to do that now?
I mean, if you can afford to do it?
My friend does know an artist who's looking.
He works at night.
I could do gig work during the day.
But just...
I don't know, it just feels like I'm starting over.
I should just be so much further along by now.
Hey, wait. Look. Listen.
A lot of my friends from college already have their masters.
I'm doing this job so I can get mine paid for.
We're all on our own timeline.
It does not matter how fast we get there, just that we do.
Who cares how long it takes?
So the first few months, we'll measure how much product is being sent back.
So... does this mean you're coming back to Speckulate?
No. The girls and I need to be on our own right now.
Plus, uh, we're really excited about this idea.
Gina: We can send alerts with offers for seasonal items like sunscreen.
Mariana?
-Yeah? -Everything okay?
It's called Bulk Beauty. What do you think?
I think it's a bad idea.
Wow!
(sarcastically): Don't hold back.
Okay.
You're coders.
You have no experience in retail,
brand management, distribution.
You'd be in way over your heads.
Mariana: Yeah. No, every-- everything's fine.
It's just... You know, we're coders.
We don't have any retail experience,
brand management, or distribution.
So what are you suggesting?
Start with something small, generate some capital.
Like, um... a game app.
Maybe we start simpler, like a game app.
Something wrong?
I mean, you... kind of just crapped all over our idea.
You told me not to hold back.
I was being sarcastic.
Oh.
I don't get sarcasm.
It's not the idea itself that's bad.
It's just-- It's too big of an idea to start with.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
We're just so new at this.
You know, and we need to make money
before we run through our savings.
I'm afraid that if we start so big, we'll fail.
-That makes sense. -Yeah.
Okay. So, we start small.
What's the next Candy Crush?
-Ah! Oh, I'm so sorry. -Sorry--
Oh, no, I just-- I came, like, barreling around the corner.
No, no, no. I had my head in the clouds. I'm so sorry.
No, it's-- it's totally okay.
-Here you go. -Oh, thank you!
-That's all of them. -Yeah.
Um, I'll take that. Thanks!
So, do you garden?
What?
You have a green thumb.
-Well... -That's good!
Oh, um, listen...
I'm-- I'm really sorry if I was, um...
rude earlier.
Rude? No. No, not at all.
Well, I didn't mean to shove you out of my classroom.
It wasn't a shove, it was--
It was more like a-- like a herding-type action.
Like I was a stray cow or...
something you had to get on back in the barn.
(laughing)
That's bad. This analogy sucks.
No, no, no. No, I-- I suck.
Um... I did read those articles you sent on restorative justice.
And I tried it with my kids,
but it sort of devolved into an unruly game of dodgeball.
Anyway, I asked my friend, who's an artist, to come work with the kids.
Totally cheated.
No. That's not ch-- Here.
That's not cheating, that's being a good teacher.
A good teacher could handle them themselves, like you.
I saw you talking to your class about that video game.
Okay, but here's the thing.
I don't play Minecraft.
Or any video games.
I just-- I watch these influencers on YouTube
so I can act like I know what I'm talking about.
-Um, It's just a way to connect with the kids. -Huh!
-So, I'm-- Yeah, me, total cheater. -Yeah.
Which is not only allowed, but sometimes necessary.
-Solomon: Davia. -Oh, God!
I was looking for you.
Wanted to see if you received your email
from Teach for America yet.
I have not checked my email yet today.
Maybe you should.
What was that about?
All this being a moot point because I'm clearly getting fired.
"We are pleased to inform you
that your contract for a third year has been renewed"!
That's fantastic!
Oh, my God. I can't believe it!
Oh!
We should get a drink.
Uh...
And a pleasure it is to see you again so soon.
I assume we're here to wrap this up?
Well, Marc, I really wish that was why we were here,
but we have a problem.
Some new information has come to light.
And our client claims that Deputy Gaffney, the one he retaliated against--
Assaulted.
Sure.
Anyway, apparently,
the reason why our client was not on his meds at the time,
was because Deputy Gaffney took them.
For himself, or to sell.
And who would buy anti-psychotics?
Addicts.
Apparently, if you mix them with cocaine or meth,
it can heighten the euphoria.
Well, it's very interesting,
but you have no proof he took them, so...
What we have is a potential pattern.
I, uh-- I did some digging,
and apparently, Deputy Gaffney was fired
from a job as a corrections officer in New Mexico
for suspicion of stealing inmates' medication.
She's good, isn't she?
She just passed the bar.
Ha! I know how to pick 'em.
Marc: Yeah.
Well, suspicion isn't proof.
But...
Look, considering our relationship,
I'm willing to take a little heat
from the sheriff's union on this one.
Six months. Out in three months or less.
Well, Marc, because of our relationship,
I am not going to pretend to take that offer under consideration.
Let's just cut to the chase.
What is your real best offer?
Bottom line.
You're killing me, Kathleen.
You love it.
Okay.
Because it's you.
Oh, I am gonna catch major hell for this.
All right.
Three months, plus time served. Out in 30 days.
Kathleen: Thank you, Marc.
I sincerely appreciate you going out on a limb for me.
But we're gonna take this one to trial.
(indistinct chatter)
-How do you feel? -About what?
The fact that Alice literally stole the scene.
Guess we're all on the chopping block now.
Hey! Your fly-fishing character was really funny.
Thanks. But the, uh, writers didn't seem to think so.
-But you killed. Congrats. -Thanks!
You're lucky. You have your ethnicity to fall back on.
We're going to trial?
That depends on the DA. Maybe.
But that means Jerod will be stuck in jail for longer.
Up to a year or more, you said.
We-- We could have got him out in 30 days.
With nothing!
This is more than just a trial.
We have the potential for a lawsuit.
We could get the city to settle for millions.
And then we can forget picking up PD overflow cases
for a few hundred dollars a pop.
We can really expand,
offer new resources for people in need.
And what about Jerod?
I mean, you said the longer he's in jail, the worse off he'll be.
But then when he gets out,
he'll have money for follow-up care and a roof over his head.
Shouldn't we at least take the 30-day deal to Jerod?
No. Absolutely not.
He's going to be short-sighted,
and he's going to want to take it.
This is a win-win all around. Trust me.
(French pop music playing)
Are you here with the diamond dust?
Uh, no. I-- I'm the new intern.
(scoffs) The new intern?
Who are you?
The new intern.
-Oh, Gael, right? -Yeah.
We spoke on the phone.
Gideon, mate, thanks for your service but you're fired.
Gael, with me.
Oi! Over here.
So I'm doing this new project
inspired by the aurora borealis,
and I need to channel the spirit
of the early Icelandic artists.
So, whatever tools the Norsemen used, I need.
Um, well, where... do I find the Norsemen tools?
Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't need an intern now, would I?
Right. Yeah.
Right, yeah.
Why are you still here?
♪ Can't deny it ♪
♪ The stitches came out really quick ♪
♪ And I'm staring at the face looking back in the mirror ♪
I got my third year, exclamation point.
I wish you were here to celebrate, exclamation point.
A drink?
Oh, uh, well--
If you don't drink, we can-- Uh, we can get a coffee
and a celebratory scone.
No, I definitely drink.
But, um...
I'm kind of seeing someone who lives at the Coterie.
I think. Um, it's really complicated.
Um, but that's just assuming, you know, you meant drink, drinks.
Which maybe you didn't. Maybe, you meant co-worker drinks.
And, oh, my God. I'm totally embarrassed.
You don't have to be embarrassed.
Although, maybe I should be?
-No. No. -It's okay. It's okay.
Uh, a girl like you is not going to be single. Clearly.
Uh... whoever it is, is a lucky guy.
Or a girl. Or a person.
♪ Nothing left for me ♪
♪ Either way ♪
Dennis: I can't come back to the Coterie.
I can't be the man that you deserve to love you.
Okay.
Uh, do what you gotta do.
Just promise me, you won't disappear, please.
Let me know how you're doing.
I will.
Okay. Bye.
♪ What you need is what I wanna give you ♪
♪ But it's in you either way ♪