Previously onSo Help Me Todd...Do you want to have dinner?
Yes. I-I do.
What is that?Folding wanted it.
TODD: Lapland?
Merritt Folding chews gum from Lapland?
I want you to understand that I'm all in on you.
TODD: Alex isn't who she says she is.
She's been snooping all over the firm,
in every computer posing as me.
Hello, "Alex."
My real name is Agent Ariel Josephs,
FBI.
But, please, let me explain.
Two years ago, the FBI received a tip
that a judge in Portland was taking bribes.
Very large bribes.
I was part of a team sent out to investigate,
working undercover,
embedded in every law firm and court across the city.
And then, two months ago,
I found him.
Judge Ezekiel Brixton of the 12th District.
Draws a modest salary, but has three homes,
fancy cars, private jet.
The more I looked into him, the more
connections I found with him and this firm.
Wait. This firm? What are you saying?
I believe that someone here at Crest, Folding & Wright
is bribing Judge Brixton.
Paying for verdicts.
Wealthy clients want a favorable ruling?
The invisible broker here gets it for them.
So, this whole thing, your name, your job, us...
this was all fake.
Everything but us.
Lyle, I love you.
And I didn't expect to--No.
No. You-- no.But...
Lyle...
Okay. A broker?
So, you're saying
someone here, at this firm, owns a judge?
I can't say any more.
Well...
A broker?
Well, well.Oh, good morning.
Mwah.Hi. Mwah.
I need some of that in a mug
as big as my head.
You were rolling around, kicking me all night.
I woke up every half hour,
worrying about paying the office rent.
What is that?
Oh, yeah.
Delivery guy dropped it off while you were in the shower.
Ooh.
Going someplace fancy?
Oh, God, no.
I bought those before this whole mess.
Oh, Gus, don't touch them. You're going to smudge them.
Gus, those are Louboutins.
Put them back. I have to return them now.
You know, if your firm is really that strapped,
I might have a job that could help.
Working for you? What kind of job?
Interviewing and processing plaintiffs.
That Somaxic case I won last month.
The company spewed chemicals everywhere,
gave tons of people in the community cancer.
But when my admittedly enormous settlement
got leaked to the press,
suddenly a whole bunch of people came forward
saying the company got them sick, too.
Mm. And you'd need me to vet them for you?
Interview and process?
All 163 of them.
By Monday morning.Ooh. Oh.
For, uh, 275,000 bucks.
$275,000?Yeah.
By Monday morning?Yeah. Fairness hearing.
Deciding who gets what. Can't be moved.
Oh, I'd have to bring my whole office in
to work all weekend long,
and they already hate me.It's all right.
I got a clearinghouse in Salem
that usually handles this kind of thing. You know...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I didn't say no. Yeah, I mean, here.
Sit down, sit down. Talk to me.
Um, $275,000?Mm-hmm.
For one weekend of work?
Well, one weekend of very hard work.
But I'm in charge.
What does that mean? You're my boss?
For this weekend, oh, yes.
[siren wails]
Fred. Again? Tennis elbow is not a joke.
Okay?
No, don't.[groans]
Or, in your case,
tear-away-pants elbow is not a joke.
It's messing with my livelihood, Doc.
Okay. All right, I will send you to radiology
for some films, but put those back on.
You're gonna kill Jorge, my radiologist.
Hi. I'm Dr. Grant, and you're the one
who came in with the cut on her hand?Yeah. Hi.
It-It's small, but I worry
it might be a little infected.
No, it's good to be safe.
Um, if you want to just take that bandage off.
Mm-hmm.It looks okay.
Oh, wow. Beautiful ring.
I, uh, I used to have a ring very much like that.
[both chuckle]
Sweetheart?
And a husband very much...Hi.
...like that. CHUCK: Hi.
Oh. H-hey, Al.
Hi, Chuck.
I wondered if you might be here.
This is my place of employment.
Wait, Dr. Grant.
As in Dr. Allison Grant?
The-the one and only.
[all chuckle nervously]
Al, this is Elise, my fiancée.
Uh, we're-we're getting married.
I, uh...Oh, hon.
Um, are we gonna make
the cake tasting? Should we...?
Oh, I'll call them,boo-boo.Okay.
[giggles]
Oh, Al,
love the hair.
Thanks. Yeah, yeah, um...
[stammers] I, um...
Sorry, I just realized that I need a form for you
that I don't have.
Allison?
You okay?
I need to just get away
from the whole world for a while.
MARGARET: Yes, thank you, and please email...
Someone here is a broker up to no...
[shouts]Oh!
Oh! Todd.
Good Lord.
Since when do you shop at the 94 Cents Store?
Todd, I have to return these beauties--
mwah--
and I'm keeping them incognito in this bag.
Speaking of incognito...I don't want it to look like
I'm out buying shoes while Rome burns.
Speaking of which...I am currently still speaking of incognito.
Todd! [exclaims]
We are all going to have to work this weekend.
Everybody.
All-hands-on-deck. Every single one of us.
Goodbye, everyone. Have a lovely weekend.
Except her?
Hmm. Another "business" trip?
[scoffs] Must be nice.
Yeah. Thank you.
TODD: A broker?
FRANCEY: I-I-I know.
I-- If... Okay.
Oh, oh.
It's the property manager again, about the rent.
What do I say?
Oh. Give him to me.
Hello, Hal.
It's Margaret.
Yes, I know. Two months behind in rent.
Yes, but-but-but I will have the entire amount for you
by Monday morning.
[hisses] Okay!
[mouths]
How exactly do you plan
to produce two months' rent in two days?
Well, um, Francey.
I-I need you to send an email to the entire staff
letting them know that we will all be here working
the entire weekend.
Yes, a-around the clock.
I want you to order some food
and-and perhaps some cots as well.
Cots? [scoffs] What are you talking about?
I'm seeing Wickedthis weekend.
I've already paid for the tickets.
I can't do it.Well, I am sorry,
because we don't have a choice.
We are all working here
this weekend,
including me, everybody,
and that is just the way that it is...
[chuckles softly] Good morning.
Yes. That is right.
We are all working here this weekend.
And if we don't show up
tomorrow morning, we may as well not bother
showing up on Monday morning
because the firm and our jobs won't be here.
No exceptions.
And, uh, thank you.
STAFFER 1: Is she kidding?
STAFFER 2: I can't believe we have to work this weekend.
STAFFER 3: I have a date.
[staffers murmuring]
[whirring]
Lyle.
I just need a minute.
[vacuum turns off]
This is my real name and my real birth date
and my Social, my-- everything about me.
[turns on]
[shredder whirring]
[vacuum and shredder turn off]
I'm still the same person, Lyle.
Just 'cause my name is different doesn't mean that I am.
You know the real me.
All I know is, I never want to see you again.
Hey, Lyle.
Alex, eh, Mabel... [clicks tongue]
Ariel. What...?
What's happening?
Hey, what happened to your...?
[turns on]
Hey, Alex, Ariel! Whatever your name is.
Hey, stop.
Look, whatever he said, he didn't mean it.
H-He probably just needs some time.
And time is the one thing that I don't have.
They're calling me back to D.C. I fly back Monday morning.
Wait, what, you do? Why?
We can't arrest Judge Brixton without hard evidence,
and this broker, whoever they are,
has carefully hidden
every single trace of their financial...
Okay, but you can't just bail on Lyle.
He totally loves you,
and he's so much better to be around now.
Those plants and knitting sweaters...Goodbye, Todd.
No, no, no, n-no. Hey, hey.
No. You're not leaving. Uh, give me a dollar.
Hire me.
Right now. Come on.
What have you got to lose if you've already lost?
I mean, do you love Lyle or not?
Look, nobody knows that office better than me.
I'm your inside man.
You've just hired Portland's best detective
to help you find your broker.
And you're not leaving until this job is done.
♪ ♪
Good morning. Uh, good morning, everyone.
I just wanted to say
that, uh, I know it's been really hard lately.
And, obviously, this isn't how we all wanted
to spend our weekend-- working.
But look around you.
Susan, Paulette, Lyle, Edna...
we are more than just coworkers.
We are a community.
And I am only asking this of all of you
so that I can prevent further layoffs.
Every single job loss cuts me twice as deep,
and as a token
of my gratitude,
I'm going to have coffee and bagels sent up...
I'm not having coffee and bagels sent up?
Company credit card was declined.
And Sam's Bagels won't deliver
until we pay our back invoices.
[chuckling]: Oh, okay.
It's just a minor setback.
So we will have coffee and bagels
sent out from somewhere else.
Now let's all report
to our stations where you will receive specific instructions.
Thank you. Lyle, come with me, please.
Let's all get to work! [chuckles]
Okay, all attorneys whose last names
have three vowels, go to the...
Wait, is this really how we're organizing this?
Hey.Oh, hey.
I am taking a huge risk bringing you into this.
But you do have access and information
that I haven't had before. Just swear to me
that you will keep this under wraps.
What? Are you kidding me? Come on.
I'm a professional. I'm a vault.
This is a classified federal investigation.
Yes, and I'm your protégé.
I want to know how the FBI works.
Wait, do you have a cyanide pill?
On you? Right now? Oh,
and bonus, I've already cracked the case.
It's Beverly, obviously.
Who here has more money than Beverly?
She's clearly raking in cash by selling verdicts
to the highest bidder.
Trust me, it's Beverly.
I snuck into her office yesterday
and found her travel itinerary.
And where was she jetting off to?
Switzerland.
And you know what they have there?
Swiss bank accounts.
And how is she really affording this ritzy,
all-glam lifestyle?
She's your broker.
She owns Judge Brixton.
ARIEL: Todd?
It's not Beverly.
Hmm? I've been through her files and her finances
and I haven't found a connection.
Oh.And also, you're thinking
way too obviously.
We're looking for somebody less flashy,
less... public, more under the radar.
Someone...
Well, someone like her.
Judy?
She doesn't even work here.
Exactly.
She has a tangential relationship with the firm
but still has access.
Nobody would ever suspect her.
I'm dating her.
If she were the broker, I would know.
Right. Like Lyle knew about me?
Well, that's different.I'm sorry,
but how long have you known her?
And how much do you really know about her?
I mean, where is even she even from? Where does she live?
She lives...
Actually, I haven't been to her place yet.
Where does she live?
But-but this is ridiculous. Judy's not out
bribing judges. She doesn't even believe in lawyers.
She only cares about dogs and people and the planet.
And no one's ever used money to help dogs
or people or the planet.
♪ ♪
Judy?
So you're saying she's profiting by bribing the judge,
then using the cash for her causes?
Cleaning up the planet with dirty money? No way.
It's not her.MARGARET: Todd.
Ugh.
Todd. There you are.[mouths]
I have been looking everywhere for you.
Oh, hello. Alex, thank you so much
for offering to help us out this weekend.
Todd, Lyle, the first group of plaintiffs
is already in the lobby, let's go.
Okay.
Now, you two are phase one.
[elevator bell chimes] You will monitor
all 163 plaintiffs as they enter the building.
And then-- and this is very important--
you must assess each individual based on their trustworthiness.
You didn't hear this from me, but apparently,
if you exaggerate your symptoms, you can get more money.
You know, I heard if you lie and say you have cancer,
you can get a huge payout.
I heard the same thing.
I've been doing chemo for months.
Oh.
Sorry.[elevator bell chimes]
Ah. Susan.
SUSAN: Come with me.
Mm. Gus. Phase two?
Once we know who we think we can trust,
Gus, Susan and I will evaluate their legal standing.
If they have a legitimate claim, phase three:
their files will be evaluated by our top secret medical expert.
[groans]
[shouts] No, Mom,
it's too bright.Oh, Allison,
you can't sit here in the dark.
You're not a vampire.
You don't know that.
Allison, what is wrong?
[crying]: I need a hug.Oh...
Sweetheart.
I ran into Chuck and his new fiancée.
We've been divorced for five months
and he's getting remarried already?
Oh, Allison, sweetheart.
That must have just been so hard for you.
Well,
divorce is just impossible, isn't it?
It's a nightmare.
Yeah, but we all know
you made the right decision,
Allison.
And Chuck and this Elise-- they seem happy...
Wait, how do you know her name?
Well, I, I am still in my book club with-with...
with Chuck's mother, and, well, we were reading
uh, Ode to a Sad, Disastrous Daughter,
which I think you might like, by the way...
Then, you knew about this and you didn't tell me?
Well, I didn't want to upset you. I thought you might...
Okay, if you want me to continue to work for you all weekend,
you need to leave this cave
right now before I open a can of whoop ass on you.
Can of whoop...Get out!
[yelps]
[old-timey voice]: Bagel and schmear.
[regular voice]: I'm just kidding.
You want a bagel? Hi.
Hey. Hi.Oh, hi.
Hi.What's up?
Oh. Oh.
Nice to see you.
Judy.
If that really is your name. [laughs]
But seriously...
...I don't really know that much about you,
so where--
where exactly--
do you live?[chuckles]
Okay, well, um, I live,
I live pretty close to work, actually.Mm-hmm?
R-Really close, in, like, a...
a giant loft?
Actually... [sighs]
I've been planning to talk to you
about where I live.[gasps] Oh, my gosh.
A-Are those the bagels?
Sam's Bagels delivered?
When did these arrive?
Oh, n-n-no, these are actually left over
from another floor in the building.
Yeah, I'm urban harvesting.
And if you put them in the microwave
with a wet paper towel, they won't be so stale.
[laughs] All right.
[sniffs] Oh, thank you, thank you.
Um-- oh, and please bring up more coffee.
Wait, who do I see about the payment?
Oh, I think Francey's actually handling that.
Francey?Mm-hmm.
Oh, okay.
She's downstairs in one of her secret meetings.
Secret meetings?Yeah.
What secret meetings?
Francey? Pretty, dark curly hair? Uh-huh.
She's been having a lot of talks with these two guys in suits.
[speaking indistinctly]
Is it Francey?
Francey.
It makes sense.
She's so overworked and so underpaid.
Maybe she's only staying so she can get cases
in front of Judge Brixton and reap the financial rewards.
Maybe she's the one jetting off to Switzerland.
No one would ever suspect Francey.
JUDY: [clears throat] Todd.
Are you talking into your watch?
[chuckles]: Oh, uh, yeah.
Uh, that's just how I keep my thoughts organized.
Taking notes for a case.
Cool.Looking for someone.
But I can't talk about it.
But it's a big deal.
But it's classified.
And I'm a vault.Okay.
Whatever. I'm not...Okay,
someone in my office is bribing a judge.
Which is a crime. Like, a real one.
Federal. Which is the "F" in FBI.
Bribing a-a judge?
And now me and Alex-- who is not Mabel
who you saw at the restaurant but is actually Ariel--
we are trying to figure out who it is.
Well, how do you know this "Ariel" is actually in the FBI?
Well, I saw her badge.
Okay, but any dum-dum with a 3D printer
can make a fake badge, and didn't, didn't she lie
to your friend for months?
Why are you trusting someone you barely know?
Well, she told me not to trust you.
Oh, you, you definitely shouldn't trust me.
Yeah, 'cause I'm this little compromised sleeper cell agent
with a deadly agenda.
Please don't tease me like that. I will get too excited.
Oh, yeah?
[whispers]: Hey, the other guy's here now.
TODD: What? Who are these guys, and what is she doing?
Damn, I need to be closer so I can hear what they're saying.
Huh. I think I can help with that.
Huh? Yeah.
All right.
LYLE:I have the next batch of, uh--
oh, hello, Allison.
Are you working in the dark on purpose?
Looks like you have gravy on your face
and shirt
and sleeve.
Are you hiding from the world?
Yes.
Me, too.
Do you want to join me?
What happened to you?
I ran into my ex yesterday, and he's happy.
Mm, I am so sorry.Yeah,
he's great, you know, he's fine, but at the end of the day,
we didn't have a real connection.
He didn't really get me. You know what I mean?[phone vibrates]
We just weren't meant to be.
We didn't really click ever, it wasn't right.
It just wasn't right. It wasn't... I don't know.
Whatever.
Wait a minute.
How did Violet Parton get chemo six months ago...
but she had a baby last week?
That... no pregnant woman is getting chemo.
Is this a mistake?
It could be a mistake.
Well, no, i-it sounds great.
I mean, um, e-everything sounds pretty good...
TODD: Is this a secret passageway?
Where are we?[Francey continues indistinctly]
FRANCEY: This is a massive betrayal for me to do this,
so it better be worth my while.
How much are we talking?
[whispers]: Oh, my God.
Francey isthe broker.
Okay, I am looking for a Lasagna,
first name Barbara? All right, come with me.
[low]: I can't believe that's your real name. Lasagna?
Okay, we need to search Francey's desk.
I think we pull the fire alarm.
Clear the place. Or we start an actual fire
and come, like, crashing through the ceiling or...Hey, Todd? I'm FBI.
We don't do that.
Okay, so how would the FBI do it?
Subtle. Small. Secret.
Got it. Totally got it.
Oh, dear, oh, my, oh, no. Oh.
Uh, I'll get it. Don't worry. I'll just clean this up.
[whispers]: Okay...
[mutters]: Let's see what's in here.
What's in here?
[gasps]
Well, what's this key for?Todd.
Huh? Oh.
Hey. Sorry, just a little,
uh, java mishap.
Uh, you know me. Butterfingers.
Our plaintiffs have already arrived and we have
over a hundred left to do before... [screams]
Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry.
Uh, before Monday morning, so...
JUDY [over watch]: Attention, Agent Todd, Francey's on the move.
Secret meeting's over. Over.Oh, oh.
Cancel that song request.
[chuckles] Technology. So dumb.
You're not ready to take over the world yet, robots.
Okay. Uh, got to go.
Francey's having secret meetings?
Hmm.
It's definitely a lockbox key
or some sortof safe?
Does she have a private place somewhere,
maybe on-site or...? Yes.
Oh.
The I.T. closet.
Lyle and Francey's exclusive nerd dungeon.
Huh. Wait, what?
When did they get Pac-Manin here?
Anyway, there's a bunch of hidden spaces.
Sure we'll find something.
ARIEL: Hey, look at this.
Use the key.
Bingo.
It's a legal brief. A completed case filing.
Susan Yang was the attorney of record and...
And the Honorable Ezekiel Brixton was the judge.
MARGARET: This is absurd.
No mother in her right mind
would risk chemo while also pregnant.
ALLISON: And no doctor would allow it.
I've seen this a lot in class actions.
This woman Violet Parton is probably an opportunist.
She heard about the gigantic settlement...
Oh, God, you don't have to keep highlighting
"gigantic settlement." We get it.
She doctored up some medical files,
now she's trying to scam her way into the pot.
Just strike her from the list.
One less claimant taking a bite out of...
The humongous settlement.
ALLISON: Wait, in her file,
these are real receipts from a real chemo clinic.
I've been there. This is where Chuck's mother
got her breast cancer treatment.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Uh, this claimant Gary Myers,
also from the yes pile,
he was treated at the same clinic.So was this woman
Anne Walker.
Something is wrong here.
[sighs]
Has anyone seen my laptop?
Oh, my God. This is so exciting.
We're like actual spies.
Okay, her password is "GoDucks," all one word.
Hasn't changed it since college.
So, uh, why'd you want on this case so badly?
Well, because you're the FBI and you needed my help.
Well, technically you demanded that I hire you, but...
You're the authorities and you came to me.
Okay, um, so this case that Susan
was arguing in front of Brixton,
it was a financial matter
involving a Peter Chen?
What? Peter? Yeah, see.
That's her husband.
Well, Peter has some questionable tax filings,
but the charges did get dismissed.
Because Susan greased the wheels.
Susan.
Maybe she's bribing Judge Brixton
to cover up Peter's crimes.
Maybe that's how he made all that money.
He's an international scofflaw.
Unless...
wait, when's the last time
anybody actually saw Peter?
How do we even know he's alive?
What if Susan killed Peter for the money
and Brixton helped cover it up?
Okay, I think you really need to just calm down a little bit.
All right.Okay, we're not
looking for an assassin.
Hey, I'm just trying all the angles.
And how did Peter make all that money?
He's got to be breaking some laws, right?
Well, I mean, even the rich can't get away with everything.
Un-Unless they're foreign nationals who have...
Well, Peter's a foreign national, he's Australian.
...bank accounts abroad...Peter has bank accounts.
...or live on an island somewhere...Well, he lives on...
...in international waters.
Waters? Wait, he lives on water?
It does get complicated when suspects live on a boat
or reside in international waters,
but that's just because the law
doesn't pertain...Gus Easton lives on a boat.
A houseboat. My mother's boyfriend.
He travels all the time
and he's always floating back and forth to Seattle
and he's rich, although you wouldn't know it
the way he dresses.
Gus. Gus? Gus.
How do we really know he's a great attorney?
And why did he actually leave Seattle?
Maybe he got caught selling verdicts
to his corporate buddies
and dropping the spoils into his Swiss bank account.
He's the broker. He's a mole.
He's a murderer!
No one has been murdered.
Right. Right?
Wait, but... Oh, my God.
He's working with my mom right now.
This case, this weekend, this whole thing is...
Oh, my God.
Maybe he's laundering money through this firm.
How much money?
$275,000.
Well, now you're onto something.
We just need proof that ties Gus to Judge Brixton.
26, 27. That makes 27 new claimants
who were all treated at the same chemo facility
on the same day.
But that clinic has only four beds.
It's not possible.
One fake claimant is a coincidence.
Three is a pattern. 27...
It's sabotage. Yes, and, Gus?
This, uh, company that you took down, Somaxic...
Yeah, and the settlement was astronomically large.
Oh, my God. My money says
that Somaxic is trying to slip fake claimants
into our pool, hoping that we won't notice...
Zombie plaintiffs.
And when revealed....
Would taint the claimant pool,
making it look like I didn't do my job.
Forcing the judge to declare a mistrial.
It's a Trojan horse.Full of zombies.
Ruining the payout for the people who were actually harmed.
Yeah.
But we need proof.
The best way to get proof is by bringing in...
Carina Speaks.
She's the scheduler for the chemo clinic.
Bring in Judge Brixton? Here?
Yes, we'll break Carina down,
get her to admit that Somaxic paid her
to schedule the fake chemo appointments.
Yes, we bring in Brixton,
make him sit down with Gus Easton...
And see if they know each other.
Mm! This is awesome!
This is awesome.
[elevator bell dings]
Oh, it's on. Oh, it's on.
Hi.
I should speak to Carina.
This is my case. I brought you on, remember?
Yes, but that was before I discovered the anomaly.
Once again, I discovered the anomaly.
I spent three years
bringing this case to trial.
Okay, go. You do it. But get answers.
And numbers.
I do this for a living, you know.
And we need to know how many zombies...
My case.
Oh, I cannot stand it.
Mom, relax.
Well, there's too much
riding on this, Allison.
How am I ever gonna know
what's going on in that room?
Um... Unless...
[gasps] Yes, thank you.
What?
Thanks for coming in on a Sunday.
Just a few questions for you.
[nervous chuckle] That's all right.
I'm okay with that, it's just, um, am I in trouble?
What? No.
No, it... it's just a formality.
Did you think you were in trouble?
No. No?
No, no, no.
Just nervous, huh? Oh, well, that's understandable.
Yeah, it's, it's a huge case, right?
[chuckles] Well, come on. Come on.
Oh. Hello.
Who are you?
Who am I? Who are you?
GUS: I'm Gus Easton.
I reserved this conference room.
BRIXTON: I'm Ezekiel Brixton.
And I was told to wait right here.
What? No.
ARIEL: Todd, I've lost Gus.
I don't know where he is.
Well, he's already in here,
but he and the judge don't recognize each other.
They're strangers.GUS: Okay.
I'm gonna figure this out.
Um, here, here, have a seat.
Um, yeah.
Yeah, have a seat here.
This, uh...
Uh...
I'll be right back.
[door closes]
So, are you two working together, then?
I've never seen that man before in my life.
So he's the good cop and you're the bad cop?
I'm not a cop at all, I'm a judge.
A judge? Oh, God.
Where's your mother?Oh, my God.
I discovered that anomaly, right?
That was me?
Yeah, fine. Where's your mother?
I don't know, she...
couldn't stand not being in control, no surprise,
so she went off to, I don't know,
observe you somewhere.
Observe me?Yeah.
Why? What? I don't know.
Where is she right now? What? Oh, my God.
What? Hello? What are you doing in here?
Me? What are you doing in here?
I am not at liberty to say, okay?
I am spying-- checking up on Gus.
Wait, you're spying on Gus? At liberty to say what?
If I was at liberty to say, I would say, okay?
And this is my case, not yours.
I happen to be involved in a sting right now.
What? This is my sting.
Right now I am stinging as we speak.
Sting? I am stinging.This is a sting.
It's a solo sting. Ow. Oh.
Oh, God.
Oh, Carina, why did you do it?
What are you going on about?
Oh, they know, they know.
They've been following me, I know it.
I never should have agreed to any of it.
[gasps] I have an idea.
Okay? Okay, but I need to...
get out of here. I can't...
[both muttering]
No, no, no, Mom, Mom, that's-- There's only one way out.
I can't go to jail, I have 17 rabbits who depend on me.
Okay, here we go.
MARGARET: Oh.
My shoe. Your shoe.
Hey, push my head. Push me down.
[mutters]
[muffled arguing]
[shaky breath]
Hey-- ooh. Oh-- hey.
What the hell is going on?
Say "You are under arrest."
Say what?
Say "You are under arrest."
You're under arrest?
Oh, God. It was me.
I'm guilty.
Gordon Swanson-- he paid me extra money
to make fake chemo appointments for fake patients
so that I could help Somaxic win a case.
[sighs] If the judge didn't even recognize Gus,
then we are running out of suspects.
Maybe this case isn't what we thought.
No. He may not have known Gus,
but he seemed shifty and nervous.
Of course he was nervous.
We called him in here to consult on the Somaxic case
and then sat him in a room with a panicked woman
who admitted to fraud and then wet her pants.
Okay, fair, but...
I just think we're grasping at straws here.
You know, maybe it's time to just...
Alex. Or Ariel. Come on.
There are always more suspects.
I mean, maybe, maybe it's... Lyle.
Yes, Lyle.
Lyle is former military and former NSA.
Maybe he's a triple agent assassin,
or, or, or...
What if it's me?
Maybe I'm a robot and I don't even know it.
Or maybe Allison brainwashed me
just to get rid of me and steal my apartment.
Todd, I think you need to stop.
TODD: Or maybe it's my mother.
What if she is an evil genius trying to take over
and control the entire world?
Or just Saks Fifth Avenue
so she can hoard fancy shoes and outfits.
I mean, how are we even so sure she really is my mother?
Or maybe it's my mother and Beverly working together!
ARIEL: Todd.
Todd, stop.
We are not going
to get Judge Brixton this way.
He is a criminal
and eventually he will slip up. We will catch him
and whoever is pulling all of the strings.
Okay?
Let's get out of here.
So, Somaxic was doctoring false medical files
and sending zombie plaintiffs into our pool.
Yeah, to blow up the colossal settlement.
Oh, my God, Gus.
We need to find this Gordon Swanson
and get to the bottom of this.
Gordon Swanson? I know a Gordon Swanson.
He's Chuck's dad's golf buddy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, look at this.What?
There's a Gordon Swanson on the Somaxic board.
Is that him?Uh-huh.
It is? Yeah.
Then we just got to figure out where we can
find him.I actually know
where Gordon and his wife
may be right now.
I cannot believe that you were invited
to Chuck's engagement party and you were gonna go.
This is outrageous.
Are you really driving and changing shoes at the same time?
I-I thought you were returning these.
Well, I am returning them, but I'm not going
to go to the Town Club in these.
You are my mother, not Chuck's.
But you're wearing 'em first.Well, Nordstrom's has
an extraordinary return policy.
No, but you were traipsing off to some big soiree
while I was working like a dog,
like a troll in your file cave.
Allison, I wasn't going to go.
We're only going because of this case.Allison, hey.
At least you're getting paid, right?
You know, for your time as a medical expert.
Medical experts get paid?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Like-like five grand a day.
Gus, for the love of God, stop talking.
[screams]
[lively chatter]
Allison, did you already set up the...?
Yes, he's already here.
Mom, I have been working for you for free for years?
Hey.
Did you invite her?
Lavender, gorgeous.
Margaret, oh.
And Allison.Hey.
Huge congratulations all around.
Excuse me just one second.
There's just a man I need to speak to over there who...
I'll be right back. Congratulations.
Champagne-glass tower.
Nice.
We did that, too. [chuckles]
Hi.
Hello, Gordon?
Gordon Swanson? Hello.Yes.
I'm Margaret Wright, attorney.
And Chuck's former mother-in-law.
And this is my assistant Gus Easton.
Your assistant?Well...
Listen, we are, uh, working
on the Somaxic case.
And if you were to share with us
the exact number of fake plaintiffs that you have planted
into the claimant pool-- oh, yes, we know.
We may be more inclined to help you avoid the fraud charges
which are most definitely coming.
I have no idea what, uh, you're talking about.
Yeah, we thought you might say that.
So listen.
Either you answer our questions,
or that police officer over there
is going to drag you away.
Drag you right out of the Town Club
in handcuffs.
Gordon, you tell
these people what they need to know right now.
Over my dead body will you be dragged out of here
in handcuffs. Spill it.
We paid off some clinic.
Everybody who says they went to that clinic
is fake. It was 47 people.
47? 47.
Okay, well, thank you very much.
And you all have a lovely evening, don't you? Yes.
Okay, um, so great to see you.
Yeah.
Wait, Fred. Hey, Fred?
Wait, what are you doing?
Wait, no, no, you're not supposed to...
[sexy music playing]
[guests gasping, murmuring]
[all gasp]
Congratulations.
♪ Ooh. ♪
MARGARET: As Somaxic tried to pull
a fast one on the court and especially on the people
who got sick from their shoddy workplace protocols.
Forgive me, Ms. Wright, but when did you join this case?
Just let her have this.
She figured the whole thing out.
It's easier. And...
the ginormous settlement should not be imperiled
by Somaxic's planting of fake zombie plaintiffs.
Objection.Zombies?
Oh, so now you object to zombies?
All right, I've heard enough.
And given this new information,
I will not only uphold the original settlement,
but I'm going to add punitive damages
of $50 million.
[gasps] $50 million?!
Oh, Gus, I did it. I won for you.
I did it for you. Yeah.
Yes, you did.
Yes, I did. Yes, you...
ARIEL: Todd Wright.Hmm?
I'd like you to meet my colleague Agent Branigan.
Wow, uh, hello,
uh, Sir Agent Branigan, sir.
It is an honor to meet you-- uh, to see you again.
It's, uh, it's an honor.
Detective Wright is the investigator
I've been collaborating with on the Brixton case.
[laughs] Yes, we're colleagues now.
I'm your liaison.
An asset. Do you have helipads at the FBI?
[chuckles]
I've heard a lot of fine things about your work,
Detective Wright, and about your...
enthusiasm, which helped
us solve this case, so thank you.
Oh, it was nothing. I'm just thrilled to be...
Wait, did you say "solve"?
This case is solved?Todd,
Judge Brixton came forward this morning
and turned himself in.
He's agreed to a very comfortable
prison term in exchange for not naming his coconspirators.
Wait... [stammers]
Nice work, everyone.
Agent Josephs, I'll see you downstairs.
Detective Wright.
Uh, but, but what about the broker
who set this whole thing up, who was bribing the judge?
I mean, they're still here,
right, in this office? I mean...
We will find them eventually, but right now
the Bureau has other priorities.
We do have our top people on it, though.
Who?
[clears throat]
Top people.
If you'll excuse me a moment.
I thought you never wanted to see me again.
Once I calmed down, I realized you were right.
I do know you.
And you know me better than anyone
ever, which, from what I understand, is rare.
And I'd be a fool to...
I put in a transfer.
To the Oregon Bureau office.
I love you.
And I-I love you, Alex... [stammers]
Ariel.
I love you.
And I've-I've never said that before...
to anyone.
[knocking]
Oh, come on in, Francey. Come on in, sit down.
Okay, Francey,
thanks to all of your hard work and the entire staff,
we now have enough money
to cover our rent and to pay you
all your back overtime.Thank you.
Francey, I never meant to take you for granted.
And I know
you haven't been happy lately.
But were you really...?
I have...
been meeting with headhunters.
I actually got a job offer today.
At Granger Zisk.
Oh.
I don't want to leave, Mar.
I just, I can't keep up with this pace
and-and all the stress.
I know, Francey.
I know.
But things are looking up.
You cannot leave.
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.
I promise you, Francey.
I promise I am going to get you everything that you are owed.
[chuckles softly]
Okay, Hal, here's this month's rent
plus back rent plus all the late fees.
Yeah, I'm afraid that's not gonna cut it anymore.
What?Word's gotten out that your firm is in trouble.
Oh, no, maybe we hit a little rough patch...
I got enough problems filling the empty floors here.
I don't need to be worrying about the tenants I do have.
I'm gonna need this
plus the next 12 months by the end of the week.
What? No, you can't do that.
Hal, that's going to wipe me out.
Sorry. Hal.
That is an additional $300,000.
Oh. Francey.
[elevator bell dings]
[humming]
[click]
[gasps, sighs]
So you live in a giant loft
very close to work, huh?
How long have you been up here
on the abandoned 28th floor?
Are you freaked out?
What? No.
Of course not. I mean...
'Cause I'm not squatting forever, and it's just...
there are so many
empty office buildings, and, like, why not?
It allows me to save some money and...
and I'm actually kind of surprised
you didn't figure it out sooner,
seeing as this floor is a part of your mom's law firm.
What?
No, it's not.
Really? Then what are all those old signs over there?
What?
Oh."Crest, Folding & Barrett."
"Crest, Folding & Yamaguchi."
"Merritt Folding, Esquire."
JUDY: Gum?
Merritt Folding.
Merritt Folding is the broker.
The mysterious Merritt Folding,
who founded this firm
but never appears in the office.
He got Brixton to take the fall.
It's Folding.
He is the one flying
on private jets and drowning in money.
It's Folding.
He's buying verdicts.
It's Folding.
Are you sure?
Are you gonna call that FBI lady?
And let the Feds take credit for my big discovery?
No way.
This is how I make my name.
I crack this case.
This one.
Me.
Todd Wright, P.I.
All I have to do
is find the evidence to connect Judge Brixton
to Merritt Folding, deliver it to the FBI,
and I am...
golden.
Wow.
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