Is Ruth trying to set us up?
Yeah, I think she is.
Huh.
Is that appropriate?
-No, it isn't. -Right.
That's what I… okay.
Although I guess, technically, we're not at work.
Right.
Bit of a gray area.
We don't have to do this.
Why? Are you scared?
-I mean, now we have to do this.
And since you like talking trash,
-I'll let you go first. -Okay.
-Loser buys drinks? -Sure.
If you like spending your money.
-I thought you never played before. -I'm still gonna kick your ass.
-Whatever, tough guy. -All right.
How does it work?
Do I just aim at the bullseye?
-At the bullseye. -Mm-hm.
-The 20, the rings inside the 20. -Mm-hm.
But first, you need to get to that plane.
There's a satphone, there's a radio.
Find them and you can get help.
Son of a bitch! Oh, my God!
Shit!
Shit! Oh, my God.
Holly shit!
Fuck!
It's okay, Dad.
Look, look, I'm just saying it was a first-time handling discovery.
But it wasn't his first time. That's the point.
She should have never have been handling production
-on the Williams thing in the first place. -He was delegating.
He was making a first-year do his work for him.
I just don't think it's that big a deal. Mistakes happen, and we'll fix it up.
It is a big deal.
-She produced multiple… -I know.
-…privileged documents to the other side. -I know.
And that's on him.
Look, it's nice that you're nice,
but we're not paid to make mistakes.
We need to be the best, and we need to be that at all times.
No, pressure.
If he wants someone to hold his hand, join a support group.
So, is he getting fired?
Of course, he's not getting fired. What are we, monsters?
But he thinks he is, which is why we're here.
And he's still at the office doing everything he can
to claw this thing back right now.
Hmm.
So, you think I'm nice?
That's… that's what you got out of the conversation?
No, I just, I thought I heard a compliment in there
and I… I didn't want to miss it.
No, nice is not a compliment.
Nice is a liability.
Jesus, Rivera. Were you born this cynical?
I had to work at it.
All right. Yeah, I think you're nice.
I think you're too nice.
I don't trust it.
You should.
Sometimes people are just what they seem to be.
You on the other hand…
Now how in the hell did you become a lawyer with a worldview like that?
No, don't bend this back to me and work. We're talking about you now.
Work is me.
That's it. That's all you are.
According to my hours, basically. Yeah.
Well…
That's too bad.
'Cause I was really looking forward to meeting the rest of you.
-Hey. -Hey. Hi.
Are you sneaking out on me?
No.
No, I just… I have to go in early to do some stuff.
-Wait, I'll make you some coffee. -No, don't.
I'll make some at home.
Go back to bed. It's early.
Okay. I'll see you at work.
You're pretty great, you know that?
KISSES, DAD
Fuck.
It's fucking cold. Holy shit.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
Okay.
Piedra del Sol A tree deep-rooted yet dancing still,
a course of a river that turns, moves on, doubles back,
and comes full circle, forever arriving. Octavio Paz
Liv!
Come on! You got to get up.
No! No!
Hey!
Go away!
-Hey!
Shoo! Go, bear! Get!
No! Hey!
Go away!
No!
Fuck off! Get away!
Fuck off!
Fuck off! Go!
Fuck off!
Go away! Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Morning.
Again.
Morning.
I think you forgot this.
Thanks.
I brought you something else.
It's your winning dart.
I stole it from the bar last night.
Figure it's good luck.
How's the motion coming?
It's in motion.
Did I do something?
I'd like to see it before the meeting.
Is there something else?
No. I'll get back to work.
We see this all the time.
Sprinklers aren't much good if they don't work.
You should sue your building.
Bad luck, I guess.
Along with serious smoke inhalation,
your blood alcohol level was over ten times the legal limit.
They had to pump your stomach and put you on hemodialysis.
You're a lucky woman. That fire probably saved your life.
There's accidents and then, there's accidents.
I'm ten years sober.
If you ever want to talk to someone, I'm a good listener.
Now, I know your lungs probably feel like they're still on fire,
but unfortunately, because of the baby, we can't really put you on anything.
How far along are you?
What?
The baby. How far along?
Bye, Sam.
Whoo!
Nice fire.
Not gonna get you fed, though.
You think 'cause you can rub two sticks together
that you're gonna survive on your own out here?
You're just fucked in better light.
There's nobody coming for you because nobody cares about you.
You've got nothing and no one.
A few more days alone out here…
and you're just as dead as I am.