Fairly Legal (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 4 - Bo Me Once - full transcript
Kate is mediating a dispute between the host of a cooking show who made a very popular barbecue sauce, and the company he made a deal with to manufacture it. Kate eventually learns that the host is not the actual creator but his producer who prefers to stay anonymous. But a man shows up who says he's the producer's father and the true creator of the sauce and demands his share. Kate learns that her father abused her which is why she keeps a low profile. Lauren tries to get all of her late husband's clients to stay with them. And she meets with one who's clearly a chauvinist, who decides he doesn't want her to handle his business. Lauren turns to her step-son, Spencer for help and he gives her some advice. And Justin's boss is pressuring to close a case of trespassing wherein a guy broke into a house he thought was his. Justin makes a plea deal but his boss is not satisfied with it and tells him to speak to the owner of the house that was broken to. Justin learns the owner is a friend of his boss and that she's acting out of spite and paranoia because the man has a criminal history.
Uh, yes, sir.
Well, yeah.
No, loose plans.
No, I understand. You know, I can swing by
the office and, uh, pick up the case files.
Here, taste this.
No, that's all right.
Actually, I use my Sundays
to catch up on work.
Actually, I'm in court.
Would you taste? Please.
Please. I'm in court, and...
Oh, okay.
Oh, my God.
No, that's fine.
I... No, I hear you.
I'm, I'm going to make
this a top priority.
Yes, sir. All right,
I'll talk to you later.
Thank you.
All right.
Great.
Well, why is the DA
calling you on a Sunday?
Right? Like I don't
have enough to do already?
Yeah. I have the opening for
the Landreu case in the morning.
Then, I've got, like, 40 other
cases sitting on my desk. Mmm.
Okay. What was
the case about?
A guy got drunk and he broke
into his neighbor's house.
Busted up a bunch of stuff, but
left without stealing anything.
The victim wasn't home, but
I guess that freaked her out,
so now she's
pressing charges.
Really?
That's it?
Well, it seems like there should be
a little more to it than that, though.
I don't know. Maybe. But I guess I
just have to get it done. You know?
Really?
Okay. Justin.
Okay.
Taste this.
Stick that spoon in my face one more time,
I'm going to knock it out of your hand.
Please! Listen to me. Just
taste it and I'll drop it.
Promise.
This is it.
Not bad, actually.
Did you make that?
Yes. I lied.
One more.
You might want to...
Get a...
This.
Okay.
Okay. Also not bad.
You're beginning to
disprove my theory
that cooking outdoors
is strictly a male pursuit.
All right, Cro-Magnon man. Last one.
Okay, wait. Why do
you have three... mmm,
different but very
similar barbecue sauces?
Mmm. Mmm. Research.
I've been hired to mediate
this dispute between a TV chef
and a company that he's using to
manufacture his signature barbecue sauce.
They're fighting
over flavors.
I happen to think
it's money.
I see. So, this barbecuing that
was supposed to be a Sunday thing,
is actually a work thing.
Oh, coming from the guy who spent half
of Sunday on the phone with his boss?
Yeah, coming from the guy who
actually has to get back to the office.
What?
I'm sorry.
Justin, no.
I do. I'm sorry.
Please?
I'll come back.
Wait, wait, wait.
Just one second.
It's your phone.
I'm going to go.
No, no, no, no, no.
Just one second.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Lauren, uh.
Hey. It's Sunday.
I'm barbecuing.
I am in the office,
calling to remind you that
Frank Griffin wants this
barbecue sauce mediation resolved
by the end of the week.
It's been going on for months.
That's right. I've got to
go, okay? My meat is burning.
Is that a metaphor?
No.
I wish.
I just want to make sure you
understand the pressure, Kate.
Yes. Uh, you have
made it clear to me.
On a Sunday.
And I will see you tomorrow,
which is Monday, a work day.
God, she bugs me.
Ugh! God,
she bugs me.
You two are unbelievable.
Have you ever heard the saying
"It takes sugar
to get honey"?
If you use venom,
you will get venom.
Well, you're just full
of wisdom, aren't you?
Why don't you keep it coming,
huh? Yeah, I'd love to.
But I've got to go.
Work before wisdom.
Your meat is burning.
Is that a metaphor?
I wish it was. Your
meat is actually burning.
Oh, my God. Justin.
Just grab the lid.
Watch out.
Well, it's
not burning now.
Look, Bo, I love
your little cooking show.
We're the most popular cooking show
on San Francisco public television.
And once this barbecue sauce
takes off, we'll be even bigger.
Well, exactly.
So, why are you making it so hard for
me to take the damn thing to market?
You're the problem.
Oh, come on!
You're going to
blame this on me?
Come on, pal.
Are you kidding me?
Okay, all right!
Okay, so, Frank, Bo does not like the
sauce that your company has produced. Right?
I made it to his exact
specifications.
The exact amount
of white pepper.
The exact amount of cayenne.
It's not authentic.
It's not spicy,
it's not full of life.
It's not Bo.
Do you know how many versions
of your damn sauce I've made?
Seventeen.
This is the
first attempt.
I remember,
too much vinegar.
Not good.
Number eight.
Fifteen.
Not horrible.
But a little too sweet.
What's the point here?
Hold, please.
Suite number 11.
Too much salt.
She's right.
Interesting.
You know, Bo, I got your
recipe from the case file,
and then I made a batch
of barbecue sauce.
And I put that sauce
in these cups.
They're all the same.
See, I knew it!
Wait a minute. That
doesn't prove anything.
You can't tell
the difference!
Come on.
The point is,
something's bothering you,
and it's not the sauce.
It doesn't taste like Montana.
He's right.
Okay, good. Great.
Are we really having
this conversation?
Well, do you want
to settle this or not?
So, Bo, um, tell us.
How does Montana taste?
Yes. Come on, Bo.
All right. All right.
I can do that.
You don't have to
play this game.
Look, Beth, you're a fine producer,
but this is a food thing. Okay?
I got this.
Montana is a feeling.
Okay.
And how does
Frank translate
your feelings into flavors? Thank you.
Let me tell you how
I learned to barbecue.
It isn't just
about cooking.
It's about family.
It's about community.
People would come from miles
around to share the food.
Just to be together.
There you go!
This animal lived well. So, let's
be respectful and cook her well.
I'm just trying to find a way to
put that feeling into a bottle.
I'm not trying
to be difficult.
I'm just protecting
my brand.
And I want the sauce
to be...
As authentic as my life.
You know what
the problem is.
It's the label.
I should have just gone to court
instead of hiring a mediator.
No, no, no, no. Listen.
You want people
to taste Montana?
You've got to put
Bo's face on this label.
It's like, uh,
Burt's Bees.
You know, the beekeeper. You see that
beekeeper from Maine on all the products,
and you think
it's the real thing.
There's personal connection.
Like Ben & Jerry's.
No.
Yes.
This is crazy.
He's using cheap ingredients.
No, no, no. Beth.
I think Katie's right.
Kate.
My name's Kate.
You know, Frank has
done good work.
The last version of the
sauce was pretty darn good.
If we change that label.
I'm tasting Montana.
I can see it.
All right!
Okay, good. So, then,
are we all agreed?
We've got the last version
of the sauce inside.
Bo's pretty little mug
on that label.
And we've got ourselves a deal? Right.
Hey, let's put this sauce in
every kitchen in the country.
Ah. Talking my language.
There we go.
Montana!
Where is she?
Uh, she is working.
You know Kate,
always working.
On a mediation.
A work mediation.
Mmm-hmm. When will
she be back?
I'm guessing when
she's done working.
The firm has been carrying Teddy's
membership at the Pacific City Club.
We're not going
to renew it.
Okay.
Kate will just need to go over there
and sign some termination papers.
You're putting Kate
in charge of paperwork?
Kate, who never does
paperwork for anything, ever.
I just found an unpaid American Express
bill from 2003 in her desk drawer.
But, yes, if you want me to, I
will tell her to get right on it.
No. You're right. I will take
care of it myself. Thank you.
It might be
more productive.
I'm just saying.
And did you have any prior dealings
with the defendant, uh, Margo Harvey?
Well, I've never been invited to
any of her little cocktail parties,
if that's what you're asking.
Just answer the question, Sam.
Your attorney's giving you some good
legal advice, Sam. Answer the question.
This is a waste of time.
What's the big deal?
The big deal is that you trespassed
inside your neighbor's house,
breaking a window
to get in.
My client has offered to
make full restitution.
Can we wrap this up?
Sit your ass down.
Why don't you
take a seat, Sam?
It's a Class B
misdemeanor.
I'm thinking
14 days suspended,
pursuant to completion of an
alcohol rehabilitation program.
Plus, 100 hours
of community service.
All right, we'll talk.
Come on, Sam.
Thank you.
Where is everybody?
Lunch.
It's a cooking show.
Yeah.
But they don't eat here?
It's weird, isn't it?
Yep.
Contracts.
Congratulations. Or,
should I say, well done.
Cooking humor.
Yep.
Yeah, not very funny. Nope.
Only on occasions that are rare.
All right, that's it.
You're out of here.
Thank you for this,
though. I wanted to, uh,
get everyone's signatures
before they change their minds.
You want me to wait
for the signatures? Hey!
Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's okay.
I'll just meet you
back at the office.
Hey!
Where is everybody?
Yo, buddy!
Can you, uh, can you just
stop with the honking?
It's not Buddy.
It's Bo.
Bo? Big Bo.
Uh, Bo's dad?
Oh, no, no. Beth's dad.
You know where she is?
Beth? Beth, the producer?
You're Beth's dad?
Taught her everything I know.
Name's Maddox.
Friends call me Bo.
Are you going to help
me find my little girl,
or should I
ask someone else?
No, no, no.
I'll, um...
I'll go get
her for you.
Rip these up.
Okay. Why?
Bo, our authentic chef?
He's a fraud.
This whole show
is a fraud.
Okay, look.
You don't know the situation.
I do know.
You had no right to do that.
I thought it was a good idea.
Are you kidding?
How does putting your face on a
crappy sauce make it taste better?
I don't think it's crappy... What
are the two of you talking about?
How Bo's not really Bo?
What? What are you talking about?
What... what's she
talking about?
How did you figure it out?
I'm incredibly perceptive.
And there were just a few
things that didn't make sense.
Oh, and Big Bo,
the guy who passed down
his authentic knowledge,
he just pulled up
in his truck.
My dad's here?
Yes. He's here.
He's on set and
he is waiting for you.
Oh, my God.
I can't...
I can't deal with him. I'll talk
to you later. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Beth! Beth. Hey.
Where are you going?
Beth.
Great. You're leaving?
Where are you going?
Beth?
What the hell?
Why is she leaving?
Uh, they had a falling out a couple
ofyears ago. I don't know why.
Maybe because she didn't
tell him about the show?
Yeah, I don't
think she did.
Which doesn't make sense.
Because that story that I told?
That was her life.
The thing is, Beth,
the meat will only be as tender
as the man who's cooking it.
All the kindness and attention
you put into making it.
That's the
goodness people taste.
Beth inherited her dad's cooking
skills. She knew all the recipes.
But she didn't think people
would watch a woman barbecuing.
Truth of the matter is,
she's not that great
in front of the camera.
So, she hired an actor
to front for her.
Yeah.
Mmm.
So, uh, when we would do the
show or make personal appearances,
I'd pop in the
old ear bud.
She stands off to the
side and channels her dad.
Wow, Cyrano.
Without the love.
Yeah, I guess.
It worked, though.
Well, it seemed authentic.
Yeah.
You know you're going to have
to tell Frank what's going on.
What? You're his partner
and you're defrauding him.
Ah. So, good luck with everything.
Bo.
Well, basically, it's
a Class B misdemeanor.
P.D.'s looking for 14 days
suspended. I'm going to offer 30.
Rehab and 100 hours of community
service seems about right.
Talk to the victim.
Well, she gave her statement to
the police. It was pretty clear cut.
Talk to her.
It's misdemeanor trespassing... Is it?
I don't...
Maybe it's a felony.
Okay. Maybe.
Because, you know,
Balfus has two priors.
Both felony convictions. He's got a
snatch and grab robbery when he was 19,
and a simple assault.
It was a bar brawl,
about 10 years ago.
You bump this up to a felony,
that's going to be his third strike.
The guy might be
a sneering prick,
I'm just not sure he
deserves 25 years to life.
Talk to the victim.
All of our citizens
deserve to be heard.
Wouldn't you agree?
I will talk to her.
Yeah.
Let me know how it goes.
All right.
And on a weekend furlough, Willie Horton
committed armed robbery, assault and rape.
No. Justin, this is different. No.
Yes. Willie was
already a murderer.
Sam Balfus?
He's a petty criminal.
You sure? Because
what if he gets out...
Okay, what if you put him
away for 25 years to life
only because he got drunk and
he broke into a neighbor's house?
Could you live with
yourselfwith that?
Well, the DA wants me to
file this thing as a felony.
Did he say that?
No. He's too
smart for that.
But I know that's
what he wants.
Well, what do you want?
To not be haunted by
this 10 years from now.
Which means...
Good afternoon.
May I help you?
Hi. My name is
Lauren Reed.
Teddy's wife.
Yes.
I'm here to terminate
his membership.
Oh, my.
Yes, of course.
Can I tell you how much
we all miss seeing him?
Every Monday for lunch.
He was a constant.
Uh... Every Monday?
Would you like me
to take you to his table?
Um...
Well, it...
It is lunchtime.
I'm so sorry, I didn't
cancel the reservation.
I hope you haven't been leaving it open.
No, no. Teddy's standing
lunch has continued using it.
Thank you.
Hello.
Oh, you.
Excuse me?
You're Teddy's girl.
I'm Teddy's wife.
Yeah, whatever.
And you are?
Lou Fisher.
Fisher Real Estate.
That's right.
Right. Oh, well,
I am so glad to have this
opportunity to meet you.
As I'm taking over
all of Teddy's accounts,
we'll be working
quite closely together.
Sorry.
I almost snorted
my scotch.
Yeah?
You won't be handling
anything of mine.
And, uh, you won't be
staying for lunch.
Out of respect for
Teddy, I, uh...
I've been avoiding
your phone calls. But...
Now that you're here,
I'll tell you
to your face.
You're fired.
Well.
That, thank you, is going to
make for one very awkward lunch,
isn't it, Mr. Fisher?
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Kate. Yeah. I have a client waiting.
What do you know
about Lou Fisher?
Uh, that was my
brother's account.
Lou was Teddy's
client.
Socially. So Spencer
did the actual work?
Smart lady.
How long did Spencer work for... Adi?s.
Ciao.
Auf Wiedersehen.
I thought you'd be
halfway to Kansas by now.
Coffee? Uh, no. I'm wired as it is.
All right.
More for me.
So, you and
your dad.
You've been
out of touch.
Yeah.
For a while.
Why?
Is it about
the show?
All right, help
me out here. Um...
You seemed to have a perfect childhood,
and the actor
who played Bo,
he was telling stories
that you told him.
Did you make any
of those up?
No. No.
They were all true.
Okay. So, you have
true stories told by
a fake Bo, about a great guy, your dad.
He shows up.
You run.
This... this doesn't
make any sense.
All right, fine. You want to
have secrets from me? From Frank?
You want to blow the
whole mediation? Go ahead.
I'm not interested.
I've been living two
lives. I always have.
Go on.
Everyone always said how they
wished they lived at my house.
How they wished
my dad was their dad.
Because...
Everything was perfect at our barbecues.
Until the other
families went home.
Then my dad started drinking.
And he changed.
Everything changed.
My mother did the best she
could to keep him away from me.
Which meant that
she was the focus
of his anger.
I begged her to leave him,
but she said that he'd find us.
That leaving would
only make it worse.
I read somewhere that
we spend most of our lives
trying to recreate our childhood
so we can
recover from it.
Which means creating
a better Bo.
Yeah.
But now, I can't
control him, either.
Oh, Beth.
So, I guess you really
can't escape your past.
Beth,
we need to get
you out of here.
Why?
I am so sorry.
Your dad's coming.
Oh, my God.
I didn't know.
Uh...
Don't worry. We've
got this back entrance.
Kate.
There's my
little girl.
Mr. Resor is here.
Anyone need
anything?
No. We're... We're fine. Thank you, Leo.
We're more than fine.
We're having a
family reunion.
Hello, Elizabeth.
Look at you, all piss
and vinegar. All grown up.
Why don't
you sit down?
Excuse me?
This is my office.
My rules.
So, sit down.
That's no way to start a negotiation.
I thought it was
a family reunion.
It's both. What do you want?
You know, the Internet
is a magical thing.
You discover something new every day.
Such as
Burnin' With Bo.
Suppose you and me
go somewhere private
where you and I can
discuss how the real Bo
is going to get paid
for your stealing...
All right, hold on.
You know what?
...his stories, his recipes.
Back up!
Come on, little darling. Girl,
we've got some catching up to do.
You're hurting...
Just come with me.
You're hurting my arm.
All right, stop.
My dad died recently. I went
through his stuff and I found this.
Or it's a prop from the
set. Or it's a lighter.
Or my ex-husband,
who's the ADA,
he gave it to me
for protection.
Now, which one
do you think it is?
Get the hell
out of my office.
So, Annie, you
got your gun?
Call security.
Already did.
They were on their way up the stairs
when you pulled out your, uh...
Very realistic
looking paperweight.
Teddy did some work for the Chief of
Police, and that was his thank you.
Beth,
I am so sorry.
He said that
he was in town,
he just wanted to
come by and say hi.
I told him that we
were having a meeting.
I had no idea.
As soon as he showed up, I should
have told you the whole story.
Do you think
he's gone?
Security will make sure
that he leaves the building.
And Leo is going to
escort you home.
Will you take her out
through the back door?
I was going to tunnel through
the building next door.
But this is better.
It wasn't real.
Maybe.
I saw your assistant
in there on the phone.
Big, fancy office.
He's calling
in the cavalry,
instead of leaving Beth and
me to work this out ourselves.
Oh, is that what you were
doing? You were working it out?
Because to me, it looked like
you were trying to intimidate her
into giving you
what you wanted.
She's using me.
You can't copyright
a recipe.
You have no legal ground
to make a claim.
She stole my life.
She might say
the same thing about you.
So, what do we need to do to get you
to crawl back into your little hole?
Twenty-five grand
might do it.
Plus, a piece of whatever
else that show brings in.
Okay.
I'll talk to her and
I'll get back to you.
You know, I'm not happy about
having you up in my business.
Really?
I'm having a blast.
Set up a meeting with our best real estate
attorneys to discuss the Fisher account.
Bring in outside
counsel if necessary.
Hey.
Hi, Spencer.
Hey. Sorry.
I got your messages.
But I had a crazy
night with Lila.
Yeah, no, no, no. Just
thank you for coming in.
Yeah. Yeah.
Um, wow.
I can't stay long. She's
got this cold, and...
And Terry thinks it's
allergies, but I...
Um... Yeah.
Yeah, you really don't
want to hear that, do you?
No. No,
I do. I do.
No. You want to talk
about Lou Fisher.
Well, if you're
in a hurry.
That guy's a prick,
isn't he?
Yes.
And let me guess.
He's constantly threatening
to pull his account
if we don't lower
our fees, right?
Well, he didn't present
the fee-lowering option.
Really?
Yeah.
That's new. Yeah, well, so am I.
To him. Which is why
he says he's leaving.
Yeah, but don't take
that personally.
He's been saying that he's
leaving ever since he got here.
Look, Lauren,
here's the deal.
Lou never trusted my dad.
My dad never trusted Lou.
That's why they had lunch
together every single week.
What, to... To express
their mutual distrust?
Exactly.
Hmm.
Well, he won't even
have lunch with me, so...
Well, that's because
you're not a man.
Well. What... What am I
supposed to do here, Spencer?
I have been through
all of these accounts.
We have done everything this
guy has asked for and more.
All right. First thing is
forget about these files.
Because there's only two things in
the world that Lou Fisher cares about.
Yeah?
Tax restructuring, so that he can
screw the government out of money.
Uh-huh?
And scotch.
Huh.
Hey, get our best
tax lawyers in here.
I'm gonna go
say hey to Kate.
Yeah. Well,
she's not here.
Because, you know, it's
morning. So, you know.
Right.
Well, tell her
I say hi. Okay?
Hey, wait, wait. Spencer. Yeah.
Thank you.
Make sure it's good scotch. All right?
Yeah.
All right.
And a bottle of
great scotch.
Thank you for coming in.
Just have a seat there.
Happy to do my part.
Aaron said I was
in good hands.
The District Attorney,
Aaron Davidson?
Yes.
Huh.
Okay. Um...
So, according to the report, during
the break-in, nothing was taken.
Is that right?
Do you think this is
about money, Mr. Patrick?
No, I'm just trying
to ascertain...
I don't feel safe. Don't you
think I'm entitled to feel safe?
Yes, of course I do.
Well, then, put this cretin away,
where he can't do anyone any harm.
Did you have other
problems with Mr. Balfus?
I don't know why the Parkers think he's
a good caretaker, but he's been to jail.
The whole neighborhood
knows about it.
Well, that was
a long time ago.
So, we're going to wait
until he does something worse?
Is that how
this works?
Well...
Do the right thing,
Mr. Patrick.
Do your job.
Good day.
Yeah.
$25,000?
Yes.
And a share of anything else
that comes out of the show.
We should
just pay him.
Oh, no. No.
What?
You can't pay him.
Well, why not?
Well, first of all,
do you guys have
$25,000 just lying around, waiting
to be paid to an extortionist?
No.
No!
And secondly, he doesn't want $25,000.
He wants to see ifyou will pay $25,000.
And then, he's just
going to ask for more.
I ran away from home.
I built a new life for myself.
So, I'm supposed
to leave that, too?
Well, it seems like
running just gives him
another chance to catch you.
He's right.
Thank you.
So, I can't pay him, I can't
run, what am I supposed to do?
Look, Beth, you're not the
little girl you used to be.
You are a kick-ass
business woman.
You need to
confront him
and show him that
he can't push you around.
I... I can't
do that.
Oh, yes, you can.
I'll help you.
Okay.
Here's the deal.
We drink some great scotch.
We play some pool.
And I tell you
all of the reasons
why you would be crazy
to leave Reed & Reed.
Sounds painless.
Well, you haven't
seen me play.
Rack 'em up.
Okey-dokey.
This isn't in my
job description.
Oh, there are lots of witnesses,
he is not going to hurt anybody.
No, I mean this
whole outside thing.
There's just too much sun,
and the breeze and everything.
I mean, couldn't we
have just met at a nice
coffee shop or
a boxing match?
A boxing match?
It's the sport
of kings.
No. That's horse racing.
We have different kings.
Okay.
Here he comes.
Kate, we should
back up.
You're about as hard
to get rid of as a bedbug.
Here are the ground rules.
You can talk to Beth, but out
in the open where I can see you.
And if I see anything that
even smacks of intimidation,
I call... What was his name?
Lewis J.R. Jackson,
Junior.
Mr. Jackson.
You remember him?
Don't you owe him a
$5,000 bail bond?
The Internet is
a magical thing.
Yes, indeedy.
Okay. Here he comes,
all right?
Whoa there,
little Betty Wetty.
Deep breaths, Beth.
Deep breaths.
Tell him he's got
five minutes.
You've got five minutes.
Oh, you and I have got more to talk
about than five minutes will hold.
No, you're here to talk
about what you have to do
to make him go away.
That's it.
We're... We're only going to
talk about what I have to do
to make you go away.
I already told that
annoying lawyer.
Have him tell you.
He needs to tell
you, Beth.
Tell me.
$25,000 and a piece
of the show.
And if I give you that,
you'll go away?
You'll really miss me.
Just answer my question!
Yes, I will go away.
Well, I'll think about it
and I'll let you know.
You know, I was not
happy when your mother
wouldn't let me know
where you'd gotten to.
Stay there. Don't tell
me what to do, young lady.
Get out of there.
You've got a
nice situation here
and you are going to learn
how to share it with your own.
Ahh!
Oh, my God.
Get away.
This is not over.
Bo, are you okay?
You look like you're in an
incredible amount of pain, but...
Other than that,
are you okay?
Other than that,
I'm okay.
Okay. Good.
Uh, call 911.
I'm on it.
Nothing's changed.
Nothing's ever
going to change.
Beth.
Take care of him.
How am I supposed
to do that, exactly?
Beth, what are you doing?
I'm not going to let him hurt
any more people I care about.
I am done with you! Get out
of here and don't come back!
You know, those are
some pretty strong words
for a girl who's living
such a big lie. It's a shame
I'm going to have
to tell everybody
on your little show
what's really going on
with you and Bo.
Well, I already called Frank.
I'm going to tell him myself.
Doesn't make any difference.
What I'm going to do to your...
Hey, Bo, do you hear that?
Police are coming.
Kind of makes
you wish you hadn't tried
to extort your daughter,
now, doesn't it?
Hey, I didn't do
anything like that.
Really?
$25,000 and a piece
of the show.
Now, in the last 30 minutes,
you have committed assault,
battery, and extortion.
You put that with
bail jumping,
and I'm thinking,
what, 20 years?
I hope this is a fast truck.
You better get going.
Oh.
Not fast enough.
Goodbye, Dad.
Yeah.
We can amortize
all those investments
and decrease your
tax liability, sir,
by 22... 22%.
Very impressive.
Mmm-hmm.
Yep.
I know.
All right.
Oh... Oh... Wow.
Yeah, well,
at least I impressed you on
the important stuff, right?
You know,
I've got to say.
I had you all wrong.
Mmm?
Yeah. You're more than
just a pretty face.
Well, thank you, Lou.
Yeah, those are
some pretty good ideas.
I'm going to have to tell
them to my new lawyer.
See what he thinks.
Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
New lawyer? You're still going to leave?
Yeah. You don't think I'm
going to have a girl lawyer?
A girl lawyer?
Yeah.
Thanks for the booze.
Hey! You!
You, sir,
are unprofessional
and out of line.
And well, God, you're
just plain ridiculous.
Oh, yeah? Well, what
are you going to do? Cry?
Hey.
Stop it.
Hey, let go.
No.
Let go of my arm. You don't
deserve a lawyer like me.
Keep your voice down, okay.
No.
I... Oh, God!
I drank scotch.
And I hate scotch.
And I gave you
15 great ideas
on how to save your
company time and money.
And it doesn't matter,
because I am a girl.
Come on, let's talk
about this someplace else.
Ooh, ooh!
I am done talking.
Ms. Reed, please.
The other members.
Right. No. Good.
You know what,
Lou Fisher?
You're fired.
That's right.
He's fired.
Ms. Reed, let's get
those termination papers.
Yeah, you got it.
Uh... Almost forgot my scotch.
I'll be back.
I'm starting to like her.
Mr. Davidson.
You wanted to see me?
I got a copy ofyour
filing, the Sam Balfus case.
Yes. You filed it as a misdemeanor.
Yes, I did.
Why?
Because it's the
right thing to do.
Is it right for Margo
Harvey? Is it fair to her?
Well, it's not
what she wanted.
No, it's not.
I'm sorry. Do I work for her now?
You work for the people
of San Francisco.
Well, do the people have a
problem with the way I do my job?
Because I haven't heard
it from them. I have.
Oh. Let me guess,
her name is Margo?
There's a lot of
politics in this job.
I know that.
No, you don't.
Nobody wants a DA's office
who's weak on criminals.
Understand that?
Republicans don't want it.
The Democrats don't
want it. I don't want it.
I told you to
take care of that case.
To be tough.
That's your job.
My job is to
enforce the law.
To make sure money
isn't being wasted.
Where people go to prison
for a quarter of a century
because some woman
who plays tennis
in the middle of the day calls
you by your first name, Aaron.
You were already
over the line.
Now, you're just flailing in
that space beyond bad judgment.
I'm going back
to work, sir.
Yes, Lauren.
Don't give in.
Excuse me?
Whateveryou do.
Kate, you are woman.
You've got to hear you roar.
Are you drunk?
Anyway, I'm just saying.
You've got to
mediate those odds.
Uh, Lauren, umm...
I'm a little busy right now.
Uh...
Oh, hello?
Bad connection,
I've got to go
save our deal.
Me, too.
Hello.
Um, you know,
I... I, uh... I.
I'm going to...
I'm going to sit down.
And Bo, Bobby,
was my employee.
He... He signed a
confidentiality agreement.
He can't be held
responsible.
This was all my doing.
And I'm really,
really sorry.
Yeah, Frank, look,
for what it's worth,
I'm sorry, too, bro.
You knew about this?
I just found out.
And we came to you
as soon as we cleared up
some other matters.
I've invested a lot of money in
Bo's Authentic Barbecue Sauce.
Yes. Which turns out to be fake.
Well, the sauce is real.
And it's good.
I was buying
the whole package.
The whole damn
fake package.
Which is worthless!
Frank, listen. There is no
excuse for their deception.
You are absolutely right.
But Beth and Bobby,
they would like
to go on with their show.
Their fraud.
No.
They will fully disclose the
nature oftheir relationship
to the audience.
Right.
I'd rather cut my losses than be in
business with people I don't trust.
Well, I'm sorry
that you feel that way...
Goodbye, national
name recognition.
It wasn't really your name.
You know, just give him
a week or two to stew.
And if he still
doesn't bite,
Reed & Reed has a client that's a
specialty food chain in Napa Valley.
And we can talk to him,
and we'll see what he says.
You sure you still feel
like doing the show today?
If not, I'm happy
to do it. I...
I kind of have a knack for
things that lay in the kitchen.
It's my specialty.
You know, you just
get the coals a little hot.
Whoa!
I'll...
I'm just going to go.
I'll just be
over there.
This is all your fault.
That's a really
nice thing to say
to the person that picked
you up off the street.
I was upright
by the time you came.
Yeah.
Afternoon.
Hey, hello.
God, I hate Lou!
Yeah, everybody does.
Lou hates Lou.
I am going to
keep his business.
He is not
going anywhere.
I don't doubt it.
Not for a minute.
Excuse me. Hey, sweetheart. How are you?
Umm, yeah.
I've got to go, okay?
Mmm.
Thank you. No, yeah. I'm getting
in the elevator right now. Okay?
Yeah, I'm going
to lose you.
I got to go.
Okay.
Oh, Kate,
Spencer was here.
When?
Uh, just now.
And earlier.
Oh... Oh...
Hey. Uh, that
phone call before.
What was that about?
What do you mean?
You were drunk.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Oh, Lauren, yes,
you do. Come on.
You were flat out drunk! Kate, enough!
I don't have time for
this. I have work to do.
What?
So, are you... Are you
sure you're in the doghouse?
Well, let me
put it this way.
That second defendant in the
drug ring is up for prosecution.
Davidson gave it
to Sanger.
Sanger?
Yeah.
The drooler.
Yeah.
Oh, my God, Justin! You were
brilliant in that first trial.
That's a very nice
thing for you to say.
In fact, I can't believe those
words just came out of your mouth.
Okay. I've been trying to
tell you that for years.
All right, all right.
It's true.
That's why I don't
give you any compliments.
Because you get all gooey and
it goes right to your head.
Thank you. That moment
is completely lost.
Anyhow, I'll be fine. I'll
dig my way out of this.
Oh, I doubt it.
I'll just have
to try harder.
There aren't enough
hours in the day.
I'll be smarter.
Justin, you can only work
with what God gave you.
I'll cheat.
Now, you're talking.
Well, yeah.
No, loose plans.
No, I understand. You know, I can swing by
the office and, uh, pick up the case files.
Here, taste this.
No, that's all right.
Actually, I use my Sundays
to catch up on work.
Actually, I'm in court.
Would you taste? Please.
Please. I'm in court, and...
Oh, okay.
Oh, my God.
No, that's fine.
I... No, I hear you.
I'm, I'm going to make
this a top priority.
Yes, sir. All right,
I'll talk to you later.
Thank you.
All right.
Great.
Well, why is the DA
calling you on a Sunday?
Right? Like I don't
have enough to do already?
Yeah. I have the opening for
the Landreu case in the morning.
Then, I've got, like, 40 other
cases sitting on my desk. Mmm.
Okay. What was
the case about?
A guy got drunk and he broke
into his neighbor's house.
Busted up a bunch of stuff, but
left without stealing anything.
The victim wasn't home, but
I guess that freaked her out,
so now she's
pressing charges.
Really?
That's it?
Well, it seems like there should be
a little more to it than that, though.
I don't know. Maybe. But I guess I
just have to get it done. You know?
Really?
Okay. Justin.
Okay.
Taste this.
Stick that spoon in my face one more time,
I'm going to knock it out of your hand.
Please! Listen to me. Just
taste it and I'll drop it.
Promise.
This is it.
Not bad, actually.
Did you make that?
Yes. I lied.
One more.
You might want to...
Get a...
This.
Okay.
Okay. Also not bad.
You're beginning to
disprove my theory
that cooking outdoors
is strictly a male pursuit.
All right, Cro-Magnon man. Last one.
Okay, wait. Why do
you have three... mmm,
different but very
similar barbecue sauces?
Mmm. Mmm. Research.
I've been hired to mediate
this dispute between a TV chef
and a company that he's using to
manufacture his signature barbecue sauce.
They're fighting
over flavors.
I happen to think
it's money.
I see. So, this barbecuing that
was supposed to be a Sunday thing,
is actually a work thing.
Oh, coming from the guy who spent half
of Sunday on the phone with his boss?
Yeah, coming from the guy who
actually has to get back to the office.
What?
I'm sorry.
Justin, no.
I do. I'm sorry.
Please?
I'll come back.
Wait, wait, wait.
Just one second.
It's your phone.
I'm going to go.
No, no, no, no, no.
Just one second.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Lauren, uh.
Hey. It's Sunday.
I'm barbecuing.
I am in the office,
calling to remind you that
Frank Griffin wants this
barbecue sauce mediation resolved
by the end of the week.
It's been going on for months.
That's right. I've got to
go, okay? My meat is burning.
Is that a metaphor?
No.
I wish.
I just want to make sure you
understand the pressure, Kate.
Yes. Uh, you have
made it clear to me.
On a Sunday.
And I will see you tomorrow,
which is Monday, a work day.
God, she bugs me.
Ugh! God,
she bugs me.
You two are unbelievable.
Have you ever heard the saying
"It takes sugar
to get honey"?
If you use venom,
you will get venom.
Well, you're just full
of wisdom, aren't you?
Why don't you keep it coming,
huh? Yeah, I'd love to.
But I've got to go.
Work before wisdom.
Your meat is burning.
Is that a metaphor?
I wish it was. Your
meat is actually burning.
Oh, my God. Justin.
Just grab the lid.
Watch out.
Well, it's
not burning now.
Look, Bo, I love
your little cooking show.
We're the most popular cooking show
on San Francisco public television.
And once this barbecue sauce
takes off, we'll be even bigger.
Well, exactly.
So, why are you making it so hard for
me to take the damn thing to market?
You're the problem.
Oh, come on!
You're going to
blame this on me?
Come on, pal.
Are you kidding me?
Okay, all right!
Okay, so, Frank, Bo does not like the
sauce that your company has produced. Right?
I made it to his exact
specifications.
The exact amount
of white pepper.
The exact amount of cayenne.
It's not authentic.
It's not spicy,
it's not full of life.
It's not Bo.
Do you know how many versions
of your damn sauce I've made?
Seventeen.
This is the
first attempt.
I remember,
too much vinegar.
Not good.
Number eight.
Fifteen.
Not horrible.
But a little too sweet.
What's the point here?
Hold, please.
Suite number 11.
Too much salt.
She's right.
Interesting.
You know, Bo, I got your
recipe from the case file,
and then I made a batch
of barbecue sauce.
And I put that sauce
in these cups.
They're all the same.
See, I knew it!
Wait a minute. That
doesn't prove anything.
You can't tell
the difference!
Come on.
The point is,
something's bothering you,
and it's not the sauce.
It doesn't taste like Montana.
He's right.
Okay, good. Great.
Are we really having
this conversation?
Well, do you want
to settle this or not?
So, Bo, um, tell us.
How does Montana taste?
Yes. Come on, Bo.
All right. All right.
I can do that.
You don't have to
play this game.
Look, Beth, you're a fine producer,
but this is a food thing. Okay?
I got this.
Montana is a feeling.
Okay.
And how does
Frank translate
your feelings into flavors? Thank you.
Let me tell you how
I learned to barbecue.
It isn't just
about cooking.
It's about family.
It's about community.
People would come from miles
around to share the food.
Just to be together.
There you go!
This animal lived well. So, let's
be respectful and cook her well.
I'm just trying to find a way to
put that feeling into a bottle.
I'm not trying
to be difficult.
I'm just protecting
my brand.
And I want the sauce
to be...
As authentic as my life.
You know what
the problem is.
It's the label.
I should have just gone to court
instead of hiring a mediator.
No, no, no, no. Listen.
You want people
to taste Montana?
You've got to put
Bo's face on this label.
It's like, uh,
Burt's Bees.
You know, the beekeeper. You see that
beekeeper from Maine on all the products,
and you think
it's the real thing.
There's personal connection.
Like Ben & Jerry's.
No.
Yes.
This is crazy.
He's using cheap ingredients.
No, no, no. Beth.
I think Katie's right.
Kate.
My name's Kate.
You know, Frank has
done good work.
The last version of the
sauce was pretty darn good.
If we change that label.
I'm tasting Montana.
I can see it.
All right!
Okay, good. So, then,
are we all agreed?
We've got the last version
of the sauce inside.
Bo's pretty little mug
on that label.
And we've got ourselves a deal? Right.
Hey, let's put this sauce in
every kitchen in the country.
Ah. Talking my language.
There we go.
Montana!
Where is she?
Uh, she is working.
You know Kate,
always working.
On a mediation.
A work mediation.
Mmm-hmm. When will
she be back?
I'm guessing when
she's done working.
The firm has been carrying Teddy's
membership at the Pacific City Club.
We're not going
to renew it.
Okay.
Kate will just need to go over there
and sign some termination papers.
You're putting Kate
in charge of paperwork?
Kate, who never does
paperwork for anything, ever.
I just found an unpaid American Express
bill from 2003 in her desk drawer.
But, yes, if you want me to, I
will tell her to get right on it.
No. You're right. I will take
care of it myself. Thank you.
It might be
more productive.
I'm just saying.
And did you have any prior dealings
with the defendant, uh, Margo Harvey?
Well, I've never been invited to
any of her little cocktail parties,
if that's what you're asking.
Just answer the question, Sam.
Your attorney's giving you some good
legal advice, Sam. Answer the question.
This is a waste of time.
What's the big deal?
The big deal is that you trespassed
inside your neighbor's house,
breaking a window
to get in.
My client has offered to
make full restitution.
Can we wrap this up?
Sit your ass down.
Why don't you
take a seat, Sam?
It's a Class B
misdemeanor.
I'm thinking
14 days suspended,
pursuant to completion of an
alcohol rehabilitation program.
Plus, 100 hours
of community service.
All right, we'll talk.
Come on, Sam.
Thank you.
Where is everybody?
Lunch.
It's a cooking show.
Yeah.
But they don't eat here?
It's weird, isn't it?
Yep.
Contracts.
Congratulations. Or,
should I say, well done.
Cooking humor.
Yep.
Yeah, not very funny. Nope.
Only on occasions that are rare.
All right, that's it.
You're out of here.
Thank you for this,
though. I wanted to, uh,
get everyone's signatures
before they change their minds.
You want me to wait
for the signatures? Hey!
Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's okay.
I'll just meet you
back at the office.
Hey!
Where is everybody?
Yo, buddy!
Can you, uh, can you just
stop with the honking?
It's not Buddy.
It's Bo.
Bo? Big Bo.
Uh, Bo's dad?
Oh, no, no. Beth's dad.
You know where she is?
Beth? Beth, the producer?
You're Beth's dad?
Taught her everything I know.
Name's Maddox.
Friends call me Bo.
Are you going to help
me find my little girl,
or should I
ask someone else?
No, no, no.
I'll, um...
I'll go get
her for you.
Rip these up.
Okay. Why?
Bo, our authentic chef?
He's a fraud.
This whole show
is a fraud.
Okay, look.
You don't know the situation.
I do know.
You had no right to do that.
I thought it was a good idea.
Are you kidding?
How does putting your face on a
crappy sauce make it taste better?
I don't think it's crappy... What
are the two of you talking about?
How Bo's not really Bo?
What? What are you talking about?
What... what's she
talking about?
How did you figure it out?
I'm incredibly perceptive.
And there were just a few
things that didn't make sense.
Oh, and Big Bo,
the guy who passed down
his authentic knowledge,
he just pulled up
in his truck.
My dad's here?
Yes. He's here.
He's on set and
he is waiting for you.
Oh, my God.
I can't...
I can't deal with him. I'll talk
to you later. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Beth! Beth. Hey.
Where are you going?
Beth.
Great. You're leaving?
Where are you going?
Beth?
What the hell?
Why is she leaving?
Uh, they had a falling out a couple
ofyears ago. I don't know why.
Maybe because she didn't
tell him about the show?
Yeah, I don't
think she did.
Which doesn't make sense.
Because that story that I told?
That was her life.
The thing is, Beth,
the meat will only be as tender
as the man who's cooking it.
All the kindness and attention
you put into making it.
That's the
goodness people taste.
Beth inherited her dad's cooking
skills. She knew all the recipes.
But she didn't think people
would watch a woman barbecuing.
Truth of the matter is,
she's not that great
in front of the camera.
So, she hired an actor
to front for her.
Yeah.
Mmm.
So, uh, when we would do the
show or make personal appearances,
I'd pop in the
old ear bud.
She stands off to the
side and channels her dad.
Wow, Cyrano.
Without the love.
Yeah, I guess.
It worked, though.
Well, it seemed authentic.
Yeah.
You know you're going to have
to tell Frank what's going on.
What? You're his partner
and you're defrauding him.
Ah. So, good luck with everything.
Bo.
Well, basically, it's
a Class B misdemeanor.
P.D.'s looking for 14 days
suspended. I'm going to offer 30.
Rehab and 100 hours of community
service seems about right.
Talk to the victim.
Well, she gave her statement to
the police. It was pretty clear cut.
Talk to her.
It's misdemeanor trespassing... Is it?
I don't...
Maybe it's a felony.
Okay. Maybe.
Because, you know,
Balfus has two priors.
Both felony convictions. He's got a
snatch and grab robbery when he was 19,
and a simple assault.
It was a bar brawl,
about 10 years ago.
You bump this up to a felony,
that's going to be his third strike.
The guy might be
a sneering prick,
I'm just not sure he
deserves 25 years to life.
Talk to the victim.
All of our citizens
deserve to be heard.
Wouldn't you agree?
I will talk to her.
Yeah.
Let me know how it goes.
All right.
And on a weekend furlough, Willie Horton
committed armed robbery, assault and rape.
No. Justin, this is different. No.
Yes. Willie was
already a murderer.
Sam Balfus?
He's a petty criminal.
You sure? Because
what if he gets out...
Okay, what if you put him
away for 25 years to life
only because he got drunk and
he broke into a neighbor's house?
Could you live with
yourselfwith that?
Well, the DA wants me to
file this thing as a felony.
Did he say that?
No. He's too
smart for that.
But I know that's
what he wants.
Well, what do you want?
To not be haunted by
this 10 years from now.
Which means...
Good afternoon.
May I help you?
Hi. My name is
Lauren Reed.
Teddy's wife.
Yes.
I'm here to terminate
his membership.
Oh, my.
Yes, of course.
Can I tell you how much
we all miss seeing him?
Every Monday for lunch.
He was a constant.
Uh... Every Monday?
Would you like me
to take you to his table?
Um...
Well, it...
It is lunchtime.
I'm so sorry, I didn't
cancel the reservation.
I hope you haven't been leaving it open.
No, no. Teddy's standing
lunch has continued using it.
Thank you.
Hello.
Oh, you.
Excuse me?
You're Teddy's girl.
I'm Teddy's wife.
Yeah, whatever.
And you are?
Lou Fisher.
Fisher Real Estate.
That's right.
Right. Oh, well,
I am so glad to have this
opportunity to meet you.
As I'm taking over
all of Teddy's accounts,
we'll be working
quite closely together.
Sorry.
I almost snorted
my scotch.
Yeah?
You won't be handling
anything of mine.
And, uh, you won't be
staying for lunch.
Out of respect for
Teddy, I, uh...
I've been avoiding
your phone calls. But...
Now that you're here,
I'll tell you
to your face.
You're fired.
Well.
That, thank you, is going to
make for one very awkward lunch,
isn't it, Mr. Fisher?
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Kate. Yeah. I have a client waiting.
What do you know
about Lou Fisher?
Uh, that was my
brother's account.
Lou was Teddy's
client.
Socially. So Spencer
did the actual work?
Smart lady.
How long did Spencer work for... Adi?s.
Ciao.
Auf Wiedersehen.
I thought you'd be
halfway to Kansas by now.
Coffee? Uh, no. I'm wired as it is.
All right.
More for me.
So, you and
your dad.
You've been
out of touch.
Yeah.
For a while.
Why?
Is it about
the show?
All right, help
me out here. Um...
You seemed to have a perfect childhood,
and the actor
who played Bo,
he was telling stories
that you told him.
Did you make any
of those up?
No. No.
They were all true.
Okay. So, you have
true stories told by
a fake Bo, about a great guy, your dad.
He shows up.
You run.
This... this doesn't
make any sense.
All right, fine. You want to
have secrets from me? From Frank?
You want to blow the
whole mediation? Go ahead.
I'm not interested.
I've been living two
lives. I always have.
Go on.
Everyone always said how they
wished they lived at my house.
How they wished
my dad was their dad.
Because...
Everything was perfect at our barbecues.
Until the other
families went home.
Then my dad started drinking.
And he changed.
Everything changed.
My mother did the best she
could to keep him away from me.
Which meant that
she was the focus
of his anger.
I begged her to leave him,
but she said that he'd find us.
That leaving would
only make it worse.
I read somewhere that
we spend most of our lives
trying to recreate our childhood
so we can
recover from it.
Which means creating
a better Bo.
Yeah.
But now, I can't
control him, either.
Oh, Beth.
So, I guess you really
can't escape your past.
Beth,
we need to get
you out of here.
Why?
I am so sorry.
Your dad's coming.
Oh, my God.
I didn't know.
Uh...
Don't worry. We've
got this back entrance.
Kate.
There's my
little girl.
Mr. Resor is here.
Anyone need
anything?
No. We're... We're fine. Thank you, Leo.
We're more than fine.
We're having a
family reunion.
Hello, Elizabeth.
Look at you, all piss
and vinegar. All grown up.
Why don't
you sit down?
Excuse me?
This is my office.
My rules.
So, sit down.
That's no way to start a negotiation.
I thought it was
a family reunion.
It's both. What do you want?
You know, the Internet
is a magical thing.
You discover something new every day.
Such as
Burnin' With Bo.
Suppose you and me
go somewhere private
where you and I can
discuss how the real Bo
is going to get paid
for your stealing...
All right, hold on.
You know what?
...his stories, his recipes.
Back up!
Come on, little darling. Girl,
we've got some catching up to do.
You're hurting...
Just come with me.
You're hurting my arm.
All right, stop.
My dad died recently. I went
through his stuff and I found this.
Or it's a prop from the
set. Or it's a lighter.
Or my ex-husband,
who's the ADA,
he gave it to me
for protection.
Now, which one
do you think it is?
Get the hell
out of my office.
So, Annie, you
got your gun?
Call security.
Already did.
They were on their way up the stairs
when you pulled out your, uh...
Very realistic
looking paperweight.
Teddy did some work for the Chief of
Police, and that was his thank you.
Beth,
I am so sorry.
He said that
he was in town,
he just wanted to
come by and say hi.
I told him that we
were having a meeting.
I had no idea.
As soon as he showed up, I should
have told you the whole story.
Do you think
he's gone?
Security will make sure
that he leaves the building.
And Leo is going to
escort you home.
Will you take her out
through the back door?
I was going to tunnel through
the building next door.
But this is better.
It wasn't real.
Maybe.
I saw your assistant
in there on the phone.
Big, fancy office.
He's calling
in the cavalry,
instead of leaving Beth and
me to work this out ourselves.
Oh, is that what you were
doing? You were working it out?
Because to me, it looked like
you were trying to intimidate her
into giving you
what you wanted.
She's using me.
You can't copyright
a recipe.
You have no legal ground
to make a claim.
She stole my life.
She might say
the same thing about you.
So, what do we need to do to get you
to crawl back into your little hole?
Twenty-five grand
might do it.
Plus, a piece of whatever
else that show brings in.
Okay.
I'll talk to her and
I'll get back to you.
You know, I'm not happy about
having you up in my business.
Really?
I'm having a blast.
Set up a meeting with our best real estate
attorneys to discuss the Fisher account.
Bring in outside
counsel if necessary.
Hey.
Hi, Spencer.
Hey. Sorry.
I got your messages.
But I had a crazy
night with Lila.
Yeah, no, no, no. Just
thank you for coming in.
Yeah. Yeah.
Um, wow.
I can't stay long. She's
got this cold, and...
And Terry thinks it's
allergies, but I...
Um... Yeah.
Yeah, you really don't
want to hear that, do you?
No. No,
I do. I do.
No. You want to talk
about Lou Fisher.
Well, if you're
in a hurry.
That guy's a prick,
isn't he?
Yes.
And let me guess.
He's constantly threatening
to pull his account
if we don't lower
our fees, right?
Well, he didn't present
the fee-lowering option.
Really?
Yeah.
That's new. Yeah, well, so am I.
To him. Which is why
he says he's leaving.
Yeah, but don't take
that personally.
He's been saying that he's
leaving ever since he got here.
Look, Lauren,
here's the deal.
Lou never trusted my dad.
My dad never trusted Lou.
That's why they had lunch
together every single week.
What, to... To express
their mutual distrust?
Exactly.
Hmm.
Well, he won't even
have lunch with me, so...
Well, that's because
you're not a man.
Well. What... What am I
supposed to do here, Spencer?
I have been through
all of these accounts.
We have done everything this
guy has asked for and more.
All right. First thing is
forget about these files.
Because there's only two things in
the world that Lou Fisher cares about.
Yeah?
Tax restructuring, so that he can
screw the government out of money.
Uh-huh?
And scotch.
Huh.
Hey, get our best
tax lawyers in here.
I'm gonna go
say hey to Kate.
Yeah. Well,
she's not here.
Because, you know, it's
morning. So, you know.
Right.
Well, tell her
I say hi. Okay?
Hey, wait, wait. Spencer. Yeah.
Thank you.
Make sure it's good scotch. All right?
Yeah.
All right.
And a bottle of
great scotch.
Thank you for coming in.
Just have a seat there.
Happy to do my part.
Aaron said I was
in good hands.
The District Attorney,
Aaron Davidson?
Yes.
Huh.
Okay. Um...
So, according to the report, during
the break-in, nothing was taken.
Is that right?
Do you think this is
about money, Mr. Patrick?
No, I'm just trying
to ascertain...
I don't feel safe. Don't you
think I'm entitled to feel safe?
Yes, of course I do.
Well, then, put this cretin away,
where he can't do anyone any harm.
Did you have other
problems with Mr. Balfus?
I don't know why the Parkers think he's
a good caretaker, but he's been to jail.
The whole neighborhood
knows about it.
Well, that was
a long time ago.
So, we're going to wait
until he does something worse?
Is that how
this works?
Well...
Do the right thing,
Mr. Patrick.
Do your job.
Good day.
Yeah.
$25,000?
Yes.
And a share of anything else
that comes out of the show.
We should
just pay him.
Oh, no. No.
What?
You can't pay him.
Well, why not?
Well, first of all,
do you guys have
$25,000 just lying around, waiting
to be paid to an extortionist?
No.
No!
And secondly, he doesn't want $25,000.
He wants to see ifyou will pay $25,000.
And then, he's just
going to ask for more.
I ran away from home.
I built a new life for myself.
So, I'm supposed
to leave that, too?
Well, it seems like
running just gives him
another chance to catch you.
He's right.
Thank you.
So, I can't pay him, I can't
run, what am I supposed to do?
Look, Beth, you're not the
little girl you used to be.
You are a kick-ass
business woman.
You need to
confront him
and show him that
he can't push you around.
I... I can't
do that.
Oh, yes, you can.
I'll help you.
Okay.
Here's the deal.
We drink some great scotch.
We play some pool.
And I tell you
all of the reasons
why you would be crazy
to leave Reed & Reed.
Sounds painless.
Well, you haven't
seen me play.
Rack 'em up.
Okey-dokey.
This isn't in my
job description.
Oh, there are lots of witnesses,
he is not going to hurt anybody.
No, I mean this
whole outside thing.
There's just too much sun,
and the breeze and everything.
I mean, couldn't we
have just met at a nice
coffee shop or
a boxing match?
A boxing match?
It's the sport
of kings.
No. That's horse racing.
We have different kings.
Okay.
Here he comes.
Kate, we should
back up.
You're about as hard
to get rid of as a bedbug.
Here are the ground rules.
You can talk to Beth, but out
in the open where I can see you.
And if I see anything that
even smacks of intimidation,
I call... What was his name?
Lewis J.R. Jackson,
Junior.
Mr. Jackson.
You remember him?
Don't you owe him a
$5,000 bail bond?
The Internet is
a magical thing.
Yes, indeedy.
Okay. Here he comes,
all right?
Whoa there,
little Betty Wetty.
Deep breaths, Beth.
Deep breaths.
Tell him he's got
five minutes.
You've got five minutes.
Oh, you and I have got more to talk
about than five minutes will hold.
No, you're here to talk
about what you have to do
to make him go away.
That's it.
We're... We're only going to
talk about what I have to do
to make you go away.
I already told that
annoying lawyer.
Have him tell you.
He needs to tell
you, Beth.
Tell me.
$25,000 and a piece
of the show.
And if I give you that,
you'll go away?
You'll really miss me.
Just answer my question!
Yes, I will go away.
Well, I'll think about it
and I'll let you know.
You know, I was not
happy when your mother
wouldn't let me know
where you'd gotten to.
Stay there. Don't tell
me what to do, young lady.
Get out of there.
You've got a
nice situation here
and you are going to learn
how to share it with your own.
Ahh!
Oh, my God.
Get away.
This is not over.
Bo, are you okay?
You look like you're in an
incredible amount of pain, but...
Other than that,
are you okay?
Other than that,
I'm okay.
Okay. Good.
Uh, call 911.
I'm on it.
Nothing's changed.
Nothing's ever
going to change.
Beth.
Take care of him.
How am I supposed
to do that, exactly?
Beth, what are you doing?
I'm not going to let him hurt
any more people I care about.
I am done with you! Get out
of here and don't come back!
You know, those are
some pretty strong words
for a girl who's living
such a big lie. It's a shame
I'm going to have
to tell everybody
on your little show
what's really going on
with you and Bo.
Well, I already called Frank.
I'm going to tell him myself.
Doesn't make any difference.
What I'm going to do to your...
Hey, Bo, do you hear that?
Police are coming.
Kind of makes
you wish you hadn't tried
to extort your daughter,
now, doesn't it?
Hey, I didn't do
anything like that.
Really?
$25,000 and a piece
of the show.
Now, in the last 30 minutes,
you have committed assault,
battery, and extortion.
You put that with
bail jumping,
and I'm thinking,
what, 20 years?
I hope this is a fast truck.
You better get going.
Oh.
Not fast enough.
Goodbye, Dad.
Yeah.
We can amortize
all those investments
and decrease your
tax liability, sir,
by 22... 22%.
Very impressive.
Mmm-hmm.
Yep.
I know.
All right.
Oh... Oh... Wow.
Yeah, well,
at least I impressed you on
the important stuff, right?
You know,
I've got to say.
I had you all wrong.
Mmm?
Yeah. You're more than
just a pretty face.
Well, thank you, Lou.
Yeah, those are
some pretty good ideas.
I'm going to have to tell
them to my new lawyer.
See what he thinks.
Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
New lawyer? You're still going to leave?
Yeah. You don't think I'm
going to have a girl lawyer?
A girl lawyer?
Yeah.
Thanks for the booze.
Hey! You!
You, sir,
are unprofessional
and out of line.
And well, God, you're
just plain ridiculous.
Oh, yeah? Well, what
are you going to do? Cry?
Hey.
Stop it.
Hey, let go.
No.
Let go of my arm. You don't
deserve a lawyer like me.
Keep your voice down, okay.
No.
I... Oh, God!
I drank scotch.
And I hate scotch.
And I gave you
15 great ideas
on how to save your
company time and money.
And it doesn't matter,
because I am a girl.
Come on, let's talk
about this someplace else.
Ooh, ooh!
I am done talking.
Ms. Reed, please.
The other members.
Right. No. Good.
You know what,
Lou Fisher?
You're fired.
That's right.
He's fired.
Ms. Reed, let's get
those termination papers.
Yeah, you got it.
Uh... Almost forgot my scotch.
I'll be back.
I'm starting to like her.
Mr. Davidson.
You wanted to see me?
I got a copy ofyour
filing, the Sam Balfus case.
Yes. You filed it as a misdemeanor.
Yes, I did.
Why?
Because it's the
right thing to do.
Is it right for Margo
Harvey? Is it fair to her?
Well, it's not
what she wanted.
No, it's not.
I'm sorry. Do I work for her now?
You work for the people
of San Francisco.
Well, do the people have a
problem with the way I do my job?
Because I haven't heard
it from them. I have.
Oh. Let me guess,
her name is Margo?
There's a lot of
politics in this job.
I know that.
No, you don't.
Nobody wants a DA's office
who's weak on criminals.
Understand that?
Republicans don't want it.
The Democrats don't
want it. I don't want it.
I told you to
take care of that case.
To be tough.
That's your job.
My job is to
enforce the law.
To make sure money
isn't being wasted.
Where people go to prison
for a quarter of a century
because some woman
who plays tennis
in the middle of the day calls
you by your first name, Aaron.
You were already
over the line.
Now, you're just flailing in
that space beyond bad judgment.
I'm going back
to work, sir.
Yes, Lauren.
Don't give in.
Excuse me?
Whateveryou do.
Kate, you are woman.
You've got to hear you roar.
Are you drunk?
Anyway, I'm just saying.
You've got to
mediate those odds.
Uh, Lauren, umm...
I'm a little busy right now.
Uh...
Oh, hello?
Bad connection,
I've got to go
save our deal.
Me, too.
Hello.
Um, you know,
I... I, uh... I.
I'm going to...
I'm going to sit down.
And Bo, Bobby,
was my employee.
He... He signed a
confidentiality agreement.
He can't be held
responsible.
This was all my doing.
And I'm really,
really sorry.
Yeah, Frank, look,
for what it's worth,
I'm sorry, too, bro.
You knew about this?
I just found out.
And we came to you
as soon as we cleared up
some other matters.
I've invested a lot of money in
Bo's Authentic Barbecue Sauce.
Yes. Which turns out to be fake.
Well, the sauce is real.
And it's good.
I was buying
the whole package.
The whole damn
fake package.
Which is worthless!
Frank, listen. There is no
excuse for their deception.
You are absolutely right.
But Beth and Bobby,
they would like
to go on with their show.
Their fraud.
No.
They will fully disclose the
nature oftheir relationship
to the audience.
Right.
I'd rather cut my losses than be in
business with people I don't trust.
Well, I'm sorry
that you feel that way...
Goodbye, national
name recognition.
It wasn't really your name.
You know, just give him
a week or two to stew.
And if he still
doesn't bite,
Reed & Reed has a client that's a
specialty food chain in Napa Valley.
And we can talk to him,
and we'll see what he says.
You sure you still feel
like doing the show today?
If not, I'm happy
to do it. I...
I kind of have a knack for
things that lay in the kitchen.
It's my specialty.
You know, you just
get the coals a little hot.
Whoa!
I'll...
I'm just going to go.
I'll just be
over there.
This is all your fault.
That's a really
nice thing to say
to the person that picked
you up off the street.
I was upright
by the time you came.
Yeah.
Afternoon.
Hey, hello.
God, I hate Lou!
Yeah, everybody does.
Lou hates Lou.
I am going to
keep his business.
He is not
going anywhere.
I don't doubt it.
Not for a minute.
Excuse me. Hey, sweetheart. How are you?
Umm, yeah.
I've got to go, okay?
Mmm.
Thank you. No, yeah. I'm getting
in the elevator right now. Okay?
Yeah, I'm going
to lose you.
I got to go.
Okay.
Oh, Kate,
Spencer was here.
When?
Uh, just now.
And earlier.
Oh... Oh...
Hey. Uh, that
phone call before.
What was that about?
What do you mean?
You were drunk.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Oh, Lauren, yes,
you do. Come on.
You were flat out drunk! Kate, enough!
I don't have time for
this. I have work to do.
What?
So, are you... Are you
sure you're in the doghouse?
Well, let me
put it this way.
That second defendant in the
drug ring is up for prosecution.
Davidson gave it
to Sanger.
Sanger?
Yeah.
The drooler.
Yeah.
Oh, my God, Justin! You were
brilliant in that first trial.
That's a very nice
thing for you to say.
In fact, I can't believe those
words just came out of your mouth.
Okay. I've been trying to
tell you that for years.
All right, all right.
It's true.
That's why I don't
give you any compliments.
Because you get all gooey and
it goes right to your head.
Thank you. That moment
is completely lost.
Anyhow, I'll be fine. I'll
dig my way out of this.
Oh, I doubt it.
I'll just have
to try harder.
There aren't enough
hours in the day.
I'll be smarter.
Justin, you can only work
with what God gave you.
I'll cheat.
Now, you're talking.