So, Mr. Edwards...
Coach Tom.
Did you dope your client, Nicole Smith,
with performance enhancing drugs--
PEDs, as they're commonly known--
without her knowledge or consent?
Absolutely not.
Would you tell us about your relationship with the plaintiff?
COACH TOM: Nicole is a super kid.
She's determined, fearless.
The next Serena Williams.
She qualified for the U.S. Open.
But now that she's tested positive for PEDs?
Her endorsements and the opportunities are gone.
SUSAN: For the both of you, I'd assume.
COACH TOM: My reputation is shot.
My clients have all left.
I coach kids.
And I love them like they're my own.
The idea that I would have...
It's okay. Take your time.
...that I would jeopardize her health
and her career...
It goes beyond sports for me.
I would never harm anyone.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Counsel, your witness.
(quietly): Good job. Good.
BERTA: Coach Tom, is it true you yourself were accused
of doping when you competed in Germany as a minor?
Objection.
To what? The truth? Coach Edwards here
is portraying himself as a pillar of the community.
And I think the pillar should be allowed to answer.
Your Honor, there is no foundation
and this is beyond inflammatory.
Approach.
We have a source in Germany
who can provide a blood report.
(Margaret chuckles) This is the first
the defense is hearing about this.
And there is no record to authenticate.
It's being mailed as we speak.
MENDELSOHN: We will reconvene in 72 hours.
Court adjourned. (bangs gavel)
You didn't have to jump in back there.
I was perfectly capable of handling myself.
I know you are, Susan.
But you froze at a crucial moment.
So I jumped in. That is why I'm here.
Actually, you're here because my client's insurance company
demanded a senior attorney.
And with Beverly in France, that is you.
Susan, this is a big case.
Yeah, a civil suit where an innocent man
could lose his career, his house and his reputation.
I know.
I know how to handle big cases, Margaret.
Just like Rory McIntosh.
A huge client that I signed
all by myself. You had help with that.
Yeah, of course. Todd.
And me.
That gift basket idea was mine.
You wouldn't have signed that client without my help.
The firm needed to sign Rory McIntosh.
COACH TOM: Susan...
What happened?
I thought you said they would never find out about Germany.
You knew about this?
Yeah, I told her after your investigator dug it up.
This is really bad, isn't it?
Mr. Edwards, I understand your concern.
If I can't coach, I'll have nothing.
Tennis is my whole world.
Tom, you hired us to win this case for you.
And that's exactly what we're going to do,
despite any setbacks.
I know you're worried,
but, please... let us handle this.
Trust us.
♪ ♪
You knew.
Just calm down. Don't, don't--
Okay. Okay. That's enough.
Let's get back to the office and see
if we can unexplode this bomb.
(sighs deeply)
So, I will see you later tonight.
At the restaurant. Where I made reservations.
(kisses) Ooh.
I like my man with a little swag.
Was it too much? I can tone it down.
We don't have to go out, we--
You are adorable.
(gasps softly)
You are adorable. Adorably lame.
I don't know what she sees in you, man.
I don't care for you spying on me
in my place of employment.
And I don't care... at all.
Do you think I want
to watch you playing Magnum P. Almost
with a woman so, so far out of your league?
She'll probably break up with you in, like, a month.
I'm taking a different elevator. Oh.
Those are out of service.
Oh, hi. Going up?
Cute mustache. Is it real?
Do your parents know you're down here? Hmm?
Need me to call someone for you?
Okay, these are the most overdue invoices... Okay.
...the Connelly contract, which needs to be signed,
and at the bottom there, I've included the brief
you requested for the Waters hearing.
There are just not enough hours
in the day to handle all of this.
Welcome to my world. Okay, well, Francey,
you do know that I appreciate everything
that you've been doing, and I-- Tell me about it at lunch.
Okay. I just sent a call to your office.
Oh, my God. Okay. There you go. Sorry.
Wow. She seems frantic.
As are we all.
Oh, hey. A little birdie told me
that you have a date coming up with "Judy"?
Yes, I do have a date.
Aw. But I'm keeping my private life
and my personal life separate, so...
let's not talk about it.
I'm not gonna be Lyle, parading around at work
making kissy faces
and knitting my own sweaters. (chuckles) Okay.
Oh, uh, Susan wanted me to remind you
not to talk about weather balloons
on your date. What? I--
Oh, and don't drink any beer, because it makes you--
Thank you. Not talking about that. Thank you.
MARGARET: Susan, I'm flabbergasted 'cause you didn't choose
to tell me all that in the first place.
SUSAN: The other side should've never found out.
I made the executive decision not to include it.
Uh-huh. And?
The file in Germany was sealed because he was a minor.
And as part of the deal, he agreed not to compete anymore.
It took Todd days to uncover that information.
And it was a mistake to hide it.
It would have seriously prejudiced the jury
against him, Margaret.
TODD: Okay, okay. Let's calm down.
We're all friends here. Well, we're all lawyers here.
Well, some of us are lawyers, but we're all here.
The mistake was not suppressing the information.
The mistake was not disclosing it to me
so that we could've prepared our witness in court,
in case he got blindsided, which he did.
Honestly, you've been a little...
distracted. Mm-hmm.
And you've been so insistent that you don't need my help.
Okay, okay. You know what?
I think we're missing the biggest question here,
which is how did the other side find out
about the Germany stuff?
Because I barely found it, and I'm me.
And they don't have a me. Only I have me.
That is water under the bridge.
We are behind and we need to pivot.
Susan, what was your initial legal strategy?
To rely on the lack of physical evidence
and the coach's impeccable reputation. MARGARET: Mm-hmm.
But now a seed of doubt has been planted
about his character, so we need a new tactic.
We are going to provide
the jury with an alternate suspect.
Todd. Ow.
Have you been able to identify
who else might have been able to provide Nicole
with performance-enhancing drugs? Yeah.
Well, uh, there's, uh, Petey Petersen
the strength and conditioning coach,
Mary Jackson, the nutritionist,
and the physiologist that they bring in only for matches.
But we kind of vetted all of them
and there didn't seem to be any there, there, there.
Nope. Didn't need the third "there" there.
Wait. There? There.
We need to focus on who has the most to gain.
For instance, Nicole.
Todd, find out how easy it is
for a junior athlete to gain access to PEDs.
Margaret, just to be clear. This is still my case.
Yes. And I'm going to help you win it.
Why are you letting her get to you, anyways?
She's only trying to help-- I know.
I know the firm is failing
and that's why she couldn't promote me.
But she didn't tell me and she didn't warn me,
and so now I'm stuck here,
at this failing firm. Stuck?
Why are you stuck?
(sighs) Because if you don't get promoted
to Senior Associate within a certain time period,
people assume there's something wrong with you.
That you're not smart enough or good enough.
And even if I went to another firm now,
it would be even harder, so yes.
I have hit my sell-by date and I am stuck.
I mean, can't hurt that you're married to a zillionaire.
Todd, that is his money, his career, his achievement.
Hey. Okay. We're all in this together.
You know, we're a team, right?
I mean, all of us except maybe Lyle.
His office is right there, Todd. No, no, no.
He's not in there, okay?
And seriously, Lyle is now a liability.
He's a Lyle-ability.
What? Did he find that Germany doping tidbit?
No. I did.
Is he on top of his game? No. I am.
I mean, I'm on top of my own game.
But, you know, actually, I'm on top of his, too.
He's too busy picking out china patterns with his girlfriend
to be a serious detective.
In fact, you know what?
Maybe he leaked my big Germany find
to the opposition just to cut me off at the knees.
SUSAN: Oh, come on, Todd, he wouldn't do that.
TODD: Oh, sure he would.
One day,
very, veh-reh soon, I am going to eclipse him
as lead detective.
And he's just gonna be, you know, working at the zoo.
♪ ♪
Okay, Lewis, give this to Stanley.
Oh, no. (hisses) He's gone.
I know, I know. It hurts me, too.
Okay, give it to, um, Caro-- Oh, no. Gone, too.
Barbara. Barbara. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes.
Give it to Barbara. Barbara.
Oh, and, uh, Joanne,
can you please call down to HR
and Accounting right away and tell them
we are absolutely not taking a holiday--
Boo. Oh! (giggles)
Gus. Hi.
Hello. Hi, hi.
What are you doing here?
We have dinner plans?
What d-- (gasps)
(pretends to gasp) Oh, my gosh. Yes, tonight.
Oh. I completely forgot.
It's all right, it's all right. We're not too late.
We still got 20 minutes to get there.
No, no, no, no. I-I can't possibly go anywhere.
(stammering): I've got the file, and I got Susan's case
and I've got Brenda... Brenda, uh...
Sorry, Gus, can you please follow me?
Aren't you name partner now? Well--
Shouldn't you have someone picking up after you?
And burning the midnight oil in your place?
Sort of. Um, Gus, please.
You have been name partner for what?
15 years?
And-and you can just coast through the day
and go out to dinner whenever you want, but... Well--
I just walked through that door.
Look, all this work will still be here
in two hours.
Okay? Come on, let's go eat.
Gus, I really can't. Please understand.
Look, you're gonna burn yourself out.
Well, either I burn out or this firm burns down.
Oh, Gus.
Wait a minute. (chuckling)
Did you wear that tie for me?
Yes, I did.
Oh, I love it. And I'm starving.
Can we...
Can I bring some work to dinner?
No!
It's a $600 dinner.
And the tables are-are like,
are like, really tiny.
Okay, well, I-I will make it up to you.
Oh. (groans) No, I promise, I promise.
Okay, it will be romantic,
and spontaneous and 100% work free.
Fine. Okay.
Wait, where are you going?
I'm going to dinner.
I'll call you later.
♪ ♪
Please, just drive me home.
I worked a double in the ER today.
No. Now, about those PEDs--
Todd. You may not have been genetically blessed,
but steroids are not the answer.
Very funny. Did you talk
to that sports doctor at the hospital?
I did. And he said that, apparently,
PEDs are all over the sports community.
Anybody can get them, and you don't need
a prescription-- you just need money.
Well, how over is all over?
A local high school baseball coach got caught
handing them out to his players.
PEDs are the new steroids. (elevator bell dings)
They're not as sexy,
but they're just as likely to cause stroke,
cancer, and everybody's favorite, death.
So, it's... (quietly): The hell?
Okay, yeah, sure.
Just walk away as I dole out
medical expertise.
I love being ignored.
Hey, what's this about you having a date
with coffee girl?
Is the apartment gonna be free when that happens?
"Confidential investigation results from Todd Wright"?
Oh, my God.
Lyle is sharing my investigative work
with the other side.
He is cutting me off at the knees.
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter)
(Todd hums quietly)
Okay.
No.
Ah, red.
(softly): Okay. Okay.
Blue envelope?
A burner phone?
MARGARET (over intercom): Todd!
Where are you?
Come to the conference room, please, right away.
You're late.
(sighs) Okay.
You paged me? Across the whole office?
That was very violating.
MARGARET: How tragic for you.
Now, please,
tell us what you've learned about PEDs
and how Nicole could've gotten them.
You can get them practically anywhere.
Wide availability. Wide.
Margaret, I-I think we should put Nicole on the stand.
Try and break her.
Get her to admit something, anything,
that will tip the scales with the jury in our favor.
I love your enthusiasm.
I sense a "but" approaching.
But... And there it is.
...putting a minor on the stand is not a good idea.
The jury won't like it,
and, obviously, her parents won't go for it.
They are very overprotective.
Wait, they're Gen Xers? Oh, they hover.
MARGARET: Well, they're not wrong.
I-I would never
put my own child on the stand.
You have literally put Allison on the stand,
multiple times.
Well, she's an adult... ish.
Anyway, I never understood
this whole generation X, Y, Z.
I mean, what am I considered?
You're a boomer. You're a boomer.
Oh. Well, a-aren't they 80 years old
and yelling "get off my lawn" all day?
No. Well, you're technically a baby baby boomer.
You barely made the cut, but you're just into, you know,
paying your dues and adhering to a hierarchy.
Ugh. Oh.
(chuckles): Okay, what are you two?
We're millennials.
I mean, some say that we think
the world owes us something. Some say.
Well, that tracks.
Anyway, I would like
to suggest that we bring Nicole in for questioning.
Have a deposition with her parents present
under the guise of
"we don't want to put a minor on the stand."
And then, if she says anything incriminating...
Then we have our alternate suspect.
Exactly.
That's good. That's good.
(ringtone playing) What is that sound?
Oh, it's awful, is that...
Pokémon music? It is Pokémon music, actua--
Oh, my God! I got to go. Oh, my God.
Something's happening!
(ringtone stops) Hello? Hello?
(modem static over phone) Hello. Uh, what the...
Uh...
"Package in G shop"?
G shop?
Gift shop.
(singing tune)
Hey, Jude. Hi, what's up?
Whoa. Okay. Yeah. Sorry.
This is... this is exciting.
Sorry.
(items clattering)
And you are just letting him do this?
Uh, has anyone been in here lately?
Plenty of people. Me, her, y-you.
No, like, anyone suspicious.
You're suspicious.
Not today, Millicent, okay?
This is the guy you're going on a date with?
Yes. TODD: Has anyone come in here
and left anything behind or hid anything or...
Oh, my God.
Yes, yes, yes!
Okay, I got to go. I got to go. I got to go, okay?
Okay. Wait a minute.
We're still on for dinner tomorrow night, right?
Yeah.
Fantastic. Okay. Bye.
You sure about this? Him?
So sure.
"Tuesday, 3:00 p.m.
Wait for the signal."
3:00 p.m.?
Oh, my God.
HOSTESS (over speakers): Ready for pickup.
Ulysses Jones.
R. Waters. Nancy McMasters.
Ivan Deyote.
Here you go.
Have a good day.
"Wait for signal."
HOSTESS: For the last time,
ready for pickup.
Ulysses Jones.
R. Waters.
Nancy McMasters.
Ivan Deyote.
What is this? Who placed these orders?
I don't know what's going on.
This is so annoying. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Think I need a pen.
Need a pen.
Ulysses Jones.
R. Waters. TODD: U...
Nancy McMasters. R...
N...
Ivan Deyote.
I. U-R-N-I.
Deyote.
U-R-N-I Deyote.
U.R...
...an idiot.
♪ Mm, mm ♪
(laughs) ♪ Life is sweet... ♪
(phone rings) (sighs)
What a dummy. RECEPTIONIST: Good morning.
Crest, Folding & Wright.
What?
Are you sure?
Oh, my goodness.
Okay, uh... What's happening?
(exhales) Uh...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Mr. Burton.
Um, Todd Wright was hit by a car.
He's in the hospital.
What? Uh...
I guess he was leaving a restaurant
somewhere last night,
and he stepped off of a curb,
and he was in ICU all night.
I don't even know if he's...
Hello? Yes.
Oh, God. Oh, no. Okay.
I-I'll find Margaret.
(stammering)
I'll find her. Oh, God.
Oh, God, no. Oh, God.
Oh, God, oh, no. Oh, God.
(gasps)
"Condolences upon the loss of your son"?
Oh, my God. Oh, no.
Oh, no. Oh, no! Oh, no.
Where's Margaret? I have to get to the hospital.
To the morgue. I-I got to find Margaret!
(panting)
(groans)
(toots)
Doughnut party at Lyle's.
(laughs)
Who's the I. Deyote now?
You will pay for this.
And you will never get the better of me.
So "doughnut" try.
(giggles)
(coughs)
Nicole, have you ever knowingly taken PEDs?
No. Are you kidding me?
Why would I ever be that stupid?
I don't know. Money, fame, glory?
Are you for real right now?
You look nice and then come at me all salty.
Take several seats.
Nicole, let's keep this civil. LENA: Berta.
Our daughter's just expressing her truth.
Let her speak.
NICOLE: I don't cheat
because I don't have to.
I've been getting up at 4:00 a.m. to practice
since I was ten.
Money, fame and glory were my destiny
until Coach Tom took them from me.
Your destiny, that's a very Gen Z concern, isn't it?
Ugh, millennials, you think you know everything,
but in the end you're just simps.
Oh. Susan, if I may.
Margaret, is "simps" short for "simple"?
I have no idea what it is. Mm-mm.
Um, Nicole.
You are not a normal teenager, are you?
What the hell does that mean?
Please, please.
Your life, I would imagine,
is very regulated.
It is scheduled down to the last minute
and highly supervised.
Facts.
MARGARET: Facts, facts
that-that I am sure
not many people your own age would understand
what it's like to be you.
(laughing)
Seriously? You're trying to finesse me
and thought that'd work?
I don't know which one of you is worse.
Cringe millennial being sus,
or a boomer so out of touch
that she actually thinks she gets it.
(chuckles) Good point.
Um, but you know, my own children...
Oh, I'll bet they turned out super.
Let me guess. You fed them Pop-Tarts and candy for dinner.
Well, no, actually, I was the first mother
on the block to introduce tofu burgers.
"On the block"? Mm-hmm.
Okay, boomer. Try again.
Nicole, can you try to answer the--
Fine!
Sure.
(whispers): Is it my imagination,
or does she need a time-out?
(whispers): I would ground for a month, at least.
Nobody can understand my life, no one.
Not Coach Tom, not Petey,
that creeper strength and conditioning coach.
They're all losers, and the only people I can trust
are my parents.
And can I go now? I'm done.
This ain't it, chief.
Gotcha.
Your client has ruined
our daughter's perfect, beautiful life.
Mm-hmm.
Let's go.
BERTA: Ladies. Thank you.
That girl...
is a monster. Yeah. Is a monster.
Yes, and I hate to say it, but...
Susan, I believe her.
Me, too.
With an ego like that, she would not even consider
that she needed PEDs to win.
So, then, who drugged her?
I think that we should look into that-that creeper
strength and conditioning coach.
Mm.
Okay.
This is where I used to take tennis lessons?
I don't remember this place at all.
Oh, you were young
and not strong enough to hold a tennis racket.
You kept dropping it and falling down.
The instructor asked us if you were blind.
What? How old was I? Two?
12, but it was very embarrassing for your father and me.
We had to stop the lessons and quit the club.
I'm surprised you didn't have to defect to another country.
Well, we talked about it. Ha, ha. Okay. Look, there he is.
The strength and conditioning coach, Petey Petersen.
Why don't you go chat him up and distract him
while I go-- Why don't you go chat him up?
Look, lady, I'm apparently very questionable
on the tennis court, and I am going to illegally snoop
into his office, so if you want that task...
I am not dressed for this.
You are dressed for a cocktail party on the Moon.
Go. (clicks tongue)
PETEY: Okay, good session.
We're gonna work on that core again tomorrow. All right?
Hello.
Can I help you?
I am seeking some advice
for-for my son.
Sure. He's 12,
and he's extremely clumsy.
Weak. Sickly. Arms like twigs.
Can barely run
in a straight line.
I-I was wondering--
I don't think I can help you.
I only train gifted, athletic kids.
No, no, no, he's not that, no, no. (chuckles)
Uh, maybe he needs a strong dose of those PEDs.
Hey, lady, that sort of thing
can get you into serious trouble.
Oh, what if I told you that money was no object?
Oh, what if I told you I'm gonna call the cops? Okay, I hear you.
Pow.
I'm strong enough to hold a tennis racket.
♪ ♪
MARY: Okay, all right.
I'm putting it into the filing cabinet, yes?
(camera clicking)
(clicking continues)
(groans)
MAN (over P.A.): Attention, attention please.
The Atlas Tennis Center is closing early
due to an electrical problem. (groans)
Please make your way to the exits.
Oh, come on.
I will see you later.
(indistinct chatter)
What are you doing? What are you doing?
I'm aborting the mission. We'll have to try again later.
Couples tennis coaching? I'm not doing that with you.
Well, I didn't ask.
You should be so lucky.
I have an incredible two-handed backhand.
How? Why? You're too good at too many sports.
Darts, bowling, tennis. It's weird.
Stop being good at everything.
Well, I was born this way, Todd.
And anyway, I don't think that that strengthening coach
is our suspect. Okay, well,
there is a suspicious nutritionist.
A suss-tritionist.
I wasn't gonna say that. Ha, ha, ha.
SUSAN: A suspicious nutritionist?
A suss-tritionist. Mary Jackson RDN.
I don't know, big locked file cabinet?
There's gotta be something in there.
So you're gonna go back and break into it?
No, apparently my mom has a big plan for that. Long story.
What are you eating? What is this? It's good.
My leftovers.
Aren't you going out to dinner with Judy tonight?
Yes. My God, I have a date.
Wow, calm down.
Why don't you eat your own lunch? What lunch?
There's a bag in the fridge with your name on it.
There is? No, there's not.
Okay, but there is.
Oh, my God, wait, did my mom pack me a lunch?
She hasn't done that since fifth gra--
Lyle. Wow.
That is not coming off.
JUDY: And that's just moisturizer?
(tersely): Mm-hmm.
So... so you're-you're okay?
Everything is-- Everything's fine.
Fine, yeah. Everything's great.
Do you like the restaurant?
Yeah. Uh-huh.
Good.
Oh, there's the waiter.
Oh, excuse me.
(gasps)
So, um, uh, about your, about your hand...
What? Oh, sorry.
Oh, okay, it's-it's both of them.
Oh, oh, my hands? These hands? Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no. They're fine.
It's just a weird allergic reaction to
a tanning bed, for hands.
You're tanning your hands?
Yes, of course, don't you? (forced laugh)
Just have to do it in moderation,
so you don't get hand cancer.
(glass shatters) Huh?
Uh, the...
the back of your head is also pink.
It is? Yeah.
How did it get on the back of my head?
How did what get on the back of your head?
Okay, look, the truth is I'm pink all over.
And I can barely do makeup, obviously,
and I am involved in a prank war at work
with my archnemesis,
and one of us may die very soon.
I love it. You do?
Now, tell me everything.
(group singing "Happy Birthday") Okay, well, um,
first of all,
he totally started it,
and then I made it rain doughnuts, which was, um...
♪ Happy birthday, dear Mabel ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
(cheers and applause)
Alex?
Mabel? Who's Mabel?
Lyle, I have to talk to you.
Did you let the air out of my tires yesterday?
Yes, but this isn't about that.
I went to a restaurant last night.
I drove home on four flats.
Perfect. Yes!
But there was a woman at the restaurant,
and her name was Mabel...
I could have swerved off the road, I could have died.
Don't be so dramatic. And why did you keep driving?
But listen to me, Mabel was Alex.
Your Alex.
But she had different hair
and no glasses, but it was her,
and all these nerdy what seemed like co-workers
were calling her Mabel.
No.
What? I don't know what you're up to,
but this is not funny.
It's too far. No, no.
I'm not pulling pranks on your personal life.
You ruined my first date with Judy.
Good. I still have pink stuff coming out of my--
Look, it doesn't matter, okay?
Alex isn't who she says she is.
I tailed her home, but nothing...
You followed my girlfriend home?
Did you even do a background check on her?
No. I'm not snooping on the woman I am in love with.
I, of course, looked at her credit score
and built a minor background portfolio.
And? And nothing.
Now, get out of my office!
Oh. Uh... Are you kidding--
Are you serious? Sorry.
Yeah, sorry.
I put glue on your stuff.
Get out. Okay, I'm leaving.
Out. I'm going. Just don't water that plant.
♪ ♪
♪ I've got the edge ♪
♪ I've got the look ♪
♪ I got that intuition keep you on the hook... ♪
Good game, good game, good game. Good game.
Nice game. Mm-mm-mm.
(sighs)
Well, I gotta hand it to you.
I did not see this coming.
When you said "surprise afternoon date," I thought,
you know, lunch, wine, hotel.
Well, there's still time for all those things.
(both chuckle)
Wait, wait, wait. Does... does that mean
you're taking the rest of the day off?
Oh, well, I am impressed, Wright.
Well, I can be spontaneous and carefree
when given enough time to plan and prepare.
See you tomorrow, Mary.
Okay, see you tomorrow.
Mary.
Okay. Okay.
We can do this. Ready?
Uh, Gus, could you just follow me
over this way for a second, please?
No, no, I just have to check on something.
It's just right over here. Sure. Sure.
All right. Just follow me. Thanks.
Everyone got home, right? (chuckles)
Thanks.
♪ Watch out now ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
Okay.
MARGARET: Uh, okay.
Okay, Mary. Okay, great.
Um, uh...
Okay. (grunts)
(door rattling) (Margaret grunting)
Oh, okay. (chuckles)
Never mind, never mind. Let's go, let's go.
Okay. (sighs)
No.
Her parents signed a HIPAA authorization
permitting the disclosure of all medical records,
so any information inside of that file cabinet
should have been turned over to me during discovery.
(gym bag thuds) Yes, okay.
It's okay, Gus.
Yes, break down that door. What?
Oh, God. No. That's crazy. You're right.
This is insane.
No...
Technically, they are concealing evidence.
They are breaking the law,
and I am just breaking it right back.
Okay, so yes, Gus. Smash it down.
Are you working right now, huh? Uh...
Is this part of some-some case?
And-and you...
you're willing to break and enter?
What, who are you? Todd?
You're right, you're right, but I need something
inside of that office.
But you know what? I am not a criminal.
But maybe if you were to go in there... Maybe if me what?
Are you seriously in such dire straits right now
that you'd be willing to turn me out as a felon?
Come on, let your firm die.
There are ten others you could go to tomorrow.
Not as a name partner.
If I leave now, I am right down that ladder,
and I'm not getting another shot at this stage in my career.
I'm leaving. No, wait, Gus.
Please, I just need your help. No, no, no, don't!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh! Oh!
Well, okay. Door was open, yeah.
Go ahead and loot.
It is not looting,
and, technically, I am in the right.
And I don't believe for a second that you wouldn't have done
the exact same thing at an earlier point in your career.
Never.
Okay, well, technically, for a few hours,
I did dognap a beagle.
Okay, it may feel wrong,
but it is not wrong.
File... where's the... (gasps)
Here's the key.
Right where Todd said it would be.
I'm going to do this.
Stop! (screams)
Oh, my God, Gus.
Don't scream like that.
You're the one who screamed.
Well, if you want plausible deniability,
just close your eyes.
I'm not representing you if you get arrested.
And I really hate that I'm getting turned on by this.
Oh! There's her file.
(grunts) Okay.
All right. So, Gus.
(items rattle) If you want
the hotel and wine part of this adventure,
move it. Oh, I'm moving it.
Okay. I'm not gonna stay at the scene of a crime.
Grab the bags. What?
Wait, Gus.
Wait, it wasn't a crime.
TODD: So...
you had an okay time?
Oh, my God. Are you kidding?
Rushing out of dinner to follow some mysterious woman,
like, it was a dream.
Mm-hmm. But did you, did you ever figure out her deal?
No. Not really.
Not yet, and I think I'm worried
for Lyle, if that's possible.
I just... I know what it's like
to be involved with someone and have them lie to you.
And try to destroy you.
Uh, well, I'd love to hear more about that, but, um...
Oh. Hey, what's going on?
Alex doesn't have any parking tickets.
I have been with her
when she got a parking ticket.
An expired meter.
But according to the DMV,
Alex Parker has never had a single parking citation.
In her whole life.
(whispers): All the hairs on the back of my neck
just stood up.
Something is not right.
So, Alex's "forensic accounting" business website
says she's been incorporated since 2017,
but WebTimeNet says
her site didn't even become active until 11 months ago.
Her car and apartment are both being paid
by the same offshore LLC,
which is private and inaccessible.
We have to--
BOTH: Cross-reference the LLC
with other businesses
in Oregon.
This subterfuge and cloaking is next-level. Hmm.
I'm just hoping she's not a serial killer.
My God, are you kidding me?
I'm hoping she is a serial killer.
That would be so awesome.
I mean,
not for you, or any victims,
but in general.
Have you looked into Alex's medical history?
Yes. And no, she doesn't have one.
What? No doctor, no dentist.
No co-pays, no insurance.
Great, so she's a robot, like my brother.
Better than a serial killer.
Get my zip drive out of the cabinet?
Of course.
(groans)
My bad. Sorry. That was actually, um...
That was meant for, um, you.
That was supposed to be for you.
(sighs): All right.
MARGARET: We just need
a second medical opinion.
Did your previous medical consultant inform you of
Nicole's extremely low iron levels in her blood?
Yes, but he said that wasn't
uncommon for girls Nicole's age
because, obviously, they're starting
their menstrual cycles.
ALLISON: Mm-hmm, exactly. But did he also mention
her sub-optimal vitamin D levels?
Because those markers, in combination,
could indicate PED use.
Let's see. These records go back...
four years.
The exact length of time Nicole was training
with the coach.
ALLISON: Okay, but these blood reports
that you already had
in evidence, it looks like
these were shared by her pediatrician
from five years ago,
and they show the same
iron and vitamin D deficiencies.
From five years ago? Mm-hmm.
That's one year before
she started training with Coach Tom.
Yeah, so, if I'm reading these correctly,
she was on performance enhancing drugs
long before Coach Tom came into the picture.
MARGARET: Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What was that that Nicole said when she was
here for her deposition?
What didn't she say?
Um, it's all right here.
Uh-huh. You're welcome, by the way.
Yes, thank you, sweetheart.
Yes, there-- uh, there it is.
Right there, right there. Um...
"They are in charge of my day.
"They prep and plan my every meal.
I don't have to think about it because they do it for me."
Her mothers. Do you think...
I would just like to point out
that this is yet another case
that I've cracked for you,
as I did, seemingly, last week.
They controlled every aspect of her life.
ALLISON: Controlling mothers.
Hmm, I wouldn't know anything about that.
Well, maybe I can "sus" and "cringe"
one of Nicole's moms into admitting
that they drugged their own daughter.
And if that doesn't work, I can throw Pop-Tarts at them.
(laughs)
Wait a minute.
Maybe that is what we do.
Use our different perspectives
to throw her moms off balance.
Are you suggesting we play
millennial cop, boomer cop?
Well, eventually, they're bound to slip up.
And when Nicole sees
what they have done to her, oh...
That will pull the pin
in a gigantic Gen Z grenade.
Facts.
I broke into her car and I found this in her bag.
Look, I took a picture before I put it back.
That's a fingerprint.
LYLE: That's my fingerprint.
That's my rare arch.
This is very James Bond and incredibly cool,
but, like, what is she doing?
I can't keep ignoring
her phone calls and text messages,
but I can't look her in the face.
I don't know what to do. I don't--
Okay, okay, we will figure this out. Together.
We're a... a team.
Under specific circumstances
and for limited time periods only.
Deal.
Let me check my access log. Yeah, okay.
LYLE: Oh, God.
She's been snooping all over the firm,
in every computer, posing as me.
Alex, damn it.
Mabel, damn it. But... hey, hey, hey, hey.
What if we added a new computer to the network?
A new computer with its own fingerprint lock.
A computer she hasn't accessed yet.
Yes, yes. Okay, why don't you send
Alex a very specific text?
Um, sorry for the radio silence,
blah blah blah,
there's been some IT issues
at work, new user, new login,
etcetera, etcetera, etcetera,
and you've been very busy.
Laying a trap.
Exact-o.
Todd?
Todd, honey, I need my keys.
Todd?
Todd? Oh.
Oh.
So careless.
(loud bang)
I-I know, I know.
Just... don't say anything.
Ignore it. We'll just move forward.
All right, counsel, love that sparkly suit.
Are you ready to begin?
Uh...
Yes.
Ms. Smith, would you consider yourself
an involved parent?
Yes, very much so.
Both Kathleen and I are quite involved.
Well, back in my day, parents were a lot more hands-off.
In fact, our children were free-range.
(jurors chuckling)
That's not how it's done today, is it?
I think we've all learned from the mistakes of the past.
We are very much hands-on.
Hands on
to the point of obsession?
Objection.
Oh. Withdrawn.
Withdrawn.
SUSAN: Ms. Smith,
would you mind if I enter into evidence
blood tests from the past five years?
I'm sorry, what?
SUSAN: Test results,
five years' worth.
Berta, don't we object to entering blood work so we...
I'm entitled to enter them, and so I'm going to.
There's nothing you can do about it.
Ms. Smith, you were aware
that the use of PEDs leaves a telltale sign in the blood,
a vitamin D and iron deficiency?
Um, I did not know.
MARGARET: Ms. Smith,
would you please read the blood results
from October 9, five years ago.
Silly boomer, I forgot my glasses.
LENA: "Blood found to have--"
Louder, please. I can't hear you.
"Blood found to have a noticeable and uncharacteristic
deficiency of vitamin D and iron."
MARGARET: And correct me if I'm wrong,
which I just know you'd love to do,
but wasn't Nicole only training
with Coach Tom for only four years?
So, these results would've been from before that.
SUSAN: Ms. Smith, were your parents hard on you?
They just wanted me to earn
the things I had, no free rides.
But you wanted Nicole to have every break
and every advantage that you could give her.
And, to ensure that you did that,
you controlled every aspect
of her life. Isn't that correct?
We wanted the best for Nicole.
SUSAN: You wanted the best,
or you wanted her to be the best?
I wa...
I'm...
MARGARET: You controlled when she practiced,
not Coach Tom.
And you controlled when she slept,
not Coach Tom.
You controlled
what she ate, not Coach Tom.
Isn't this true?
Yes. And so what?
We made sure Nicole was happy and--
And, remember, we have
five years of blood results.
It is all going to come out, Kathleen,
so why don't you just admit it now?
You were the one
hiding PEDS in Nicole's food this entire time,
not Coach Tom.
Yes.
(gallery murmuring)
My wife knew nothing about it.
And when Nicole started winning, I just...
didn't have the heart to take that away from her.
MARGARET: And now, you'll never know,
and more importantly, she'll never know,
if she was good enough to reach the top on her own.
(whispering): Thank you.
Your Honor, my clients would like to drop their suit,
and they're offering to pay
Coach Tom's legal fees
in exchange for leniency.
(exhales)
(laughs)
Well, Margaret, thanks for winning that case.
Oh, come on, Susan, we won it together.
And I am sorry
if I stepped on your toes earlier.
Yeah, ouch.
(laughs)
Sorry for being so stubborn
about working together.
Oh, and also, about that gift basket...
Uh-huh?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You are right.
The firm has needed all of my attention,
and I do wish that I could help you faster.
It's... it's so interesting that
you say that, because Beverly is
willing and able to help me now.
Susan, be careful.
With Beverly.
She promises
the world-- with me, too--
but the reality turned out to be different.
I'm not blind, Margaret.
I know who Beverly is.
And what she's offering
may well be a lie,
but at least she's offering me something.
Mmm.
Have a nice night.
You, too.
(sighs)
(groans)
GUS: Good evening.
Oh, Gus.
Oh, my God, did we have plans again?
Did I forget again? No, no.
No, no, no, no.
This is me being spontaneous.
Look, you-- you have work.
I get that. It was wrong of me
to try and make you take time off,
so I'm just going to hang around
distracting you and soaking up
any spare moments you can toss my way.
Oh, and I, uh, I brought dinner.
Oh.
Oh, my God. (laughs)
Oh, Gus.
(gasps)
Wait, is that from Papa Haydn's?
Of course. Oh...
Now, come on, let's go. (claps)
Come on, get back to work,
and I'll be over here eating, and when you have time,
you can just come on over
and grab a bite.
I don't want you shirking
your responsibilities, young lady.
(laughing): Oh, Gus.
(elevator bell dings)
(gasps)
Hello, "Alex."
If that is really your "name."
It's not.
My real name is Agent Ariel Josephs.
FBI.
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