Goliath (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Of Mice and Men - full transcript

Yeah, if I could find it.

- Fuck.
- What?

It's too cold, man.

Because you're a pussy.

- That's pretty.
- What?

Shit.

What the fuck?

Gabriel! Gabriel!

Shit.

Gabriel.Gabriel.
Look at me.

- Hmm?
- Come on.



- ¡Mio!
- My God, look out!

♫ I'm gonna need
someone to help me ♫

♫ I'm gonna need
somebody's hand ♫

♫ I'm gonna need someone
to hold me down ♫

♫ I'm gonna need
someone to care ♫

♫ I'm gonna writhe
and shake my body ♫

♫ I'll start
pullin' out my hair ♫

♫ I'm gonna cover myself
with the ashes of you ♫

♫ And nobody is gonna
give a damn ♫

♫ Son of a bitch ♫

♫ Give me a drink ♫

♫ One more night ♫

♫ This can't be me ♫

♫ Son of a bitch ♫



♫ If I can't get clean ♫

♫ I'm gonna drink
my life away ♫

Hey, girl. Come here.

What's up, buddy?
How you doing?

Sorry. Slim pickings.
The fat guy moved.

I'll try to do better
tomorrow, okay?

♫ Son of a bitch ♫

Motherfucker.

♫ Give me a drink ♫

God damn it.

Hey, asshole,

that's not
your fucking newspaper!

Thank you.

♫ Son of a bitch ♫

Thanks a lot, steamer.

♫ I'm gonna drink
my life away ♫

♫ Yeah, yeah ♫

♫ Ohh ♫

Ready?

Yeah. Thanks, hon.

Just leave the bottle.

All right.

Thanks.

What the hell
are you doing? You aren't
supposed to be in here.

Why not?

Well, they could
lose their license.

That kind of thing.
You know, the little stuff.

They can only lose their license

if they serve me alcohol.

If they serve me food of coffee

or Coke or whatever,
it's completely fine.

Hey, smart aleck,
you got any money?

You do.

Plus, you told me
it's not illegal

for a minor to sit at a bar

in the state of California.

You know what?

I'm gonna quit
telling you anything.

I try to educate you,

and it bites me
in the ass every time.

Swear to God.

What's up, honey?

Sign.

You want to read it first?

Well, you handed it to me.

I'm assuming
it's not something bad.

Why didn't your mom sign it?

Didn't see her this morning.

It's a trip to go back east

to look at colleges.

The school's organizing it.

What grade are you in anyway?

11th, Dad.

- Yeah, well...
- 11th grade.

- I remember...
- Jesus, are you serious?

Yes. I know, I know.

It's 11th. I'm sorry.
It's early.

Ah, besides that, we know
where you're going to college.

You don't need to go look
at these fucking places.

I'm not going to Indiana.

- Oh, yes, you are.
- Nope.

You know...
You're not going to Miami.

I can tell you that much.

If you go to
a land-locked college,

you'll study, okay?

I'm not saying go to Pitt,
but I'm saying, you know...

- I'm late.
- You're going
to Indiana, honey.

- No.
- You know who went there

besides the obvious...

Ernie Pyle and Hoagy Carmichael,

- Lee Majors...
- You're right.
Those are the obvious.

- You like that? Bobby Knight.
- Good talk.

David Anspaugh.
I could go on and on.

Dick Enberg, Joe Buck...

I know you could.
And you will.

Jane Pauley.

Jane Pauley went to Indiana.
She did okay.

Where'd you go to school?

I went to Northwestern.

Northwestern?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Didn't work out.

I guess.

♫ Oww ♫

♫ Eh ♫

♫ Uh-huh ♫

♫ It's my turn ♫

♫ I try to find
a certain style ♫

♫ To keep my soul
from runnin' wild ♫

♫ My emotions
got the best of me ♫

♫ I kick and scream ♫

♫ Just like a child ♫

♫ I start boiling over ♫

♫ My feelings
catch a flame ♫

♫ I'd be a man, stay a man ♫

♫ But you won't be the same ♫

♫ If you ain't
gonna do me right ♫

♫ I might just do you in ♫

♫ Ain't it a sin ♫

♫ Ain't it a sin ♫

♫ Oww ♫

♫ Ooh ♫

♫ Ain't it a sin ♫

But he said it wasn't his drugs.

Ma'am, they all say that.

I mean, look around here.

All these guys in here,

they all say
it's not their drugs.

But he wouldn't lie to me.

He said they weren't his.

Ma'am, I know your son's
a decent boy.

I really do know that.

Look, he's a young guy
in his 20s.

He's got a future. We've got
to preserve that future.

Am I right?

What's his name?

I'm sorry.

What's my son's name,
Mr. McBride?

Listen, if he goes to trial,

he could get 15 years,
and if the judge...

I asked you my son's name.

I know you're upset.
I mean, why wouldn't you be?

- It's natural.
- You don't even know.

You haven't even met with him

since he's been arraigned.

You want to send him
away for five years,

but you can't even be bothered

to remember his name?

I'm finished with you.

I'm going to find someone
who gives a shit.

Hey.

Hey. Hi.

Patty Solis-Papagian.

Can I give you this?

No, that's all right.

Mr. McBride. Right?

Are you by chance Billy McBride?

Huh? The Billy McBride?

Oh, my God. This is
like a fucking thrill.

Patty Solis-Papagian.

My office is down the street.

It's above the La Fugado,
the Mexican place.

I mostly do criminal, but...
Is this a good time?

Uh, we can get a cup of coffee.

My office is
down the street, or...

Look, I got shit to do, okay?

Hey, I got a civil case.

A friend of mine, her brother
worked for Borns Technology,

and he died
on one of their boats.

Exactly. You know
where I'm headed.

Your old firm's
Big Kahuna client.

I'm trying to sue them,
but I don't do civil.

But my friend,
she needs some help.

So I sent a demand letter.

I can't even get
a return call. Fuck them.

Right? I'm sure you share
my sentiment there. Fuck them.

Anyway, they told her that
her brother killed himself

on one of their boats,

but she's convinced he didn't.

Now, the boat's insured,
so I figured

it's gonna settle if I
can get their attention,

which so far I cannot.

And I figure it's gonna settle

for 30, 40 grand,
and I'll give you 5

if you can... you just
get me in the door,

make a call. Do you
think you can do that?

- Huh?
- No, I don't think
I could do that.

But I already have
the paperwork.

All you have to do
is fill it out.

God damn it.

Listen, lady, I'm
nervous enough already,

and you're a fucking yapper.

I don't do good
with yappers, so...

You don't want to try
to fuck over your old firm?

Really?

Wow.

I would.

As big and powerful
as we've become

at Cooperman and McBride,

one thing has not changed.

We are still committed

to serving our clients
and our community.

The only difference is
the size of our community.

When I first started
at Cooperman and McBride,

we were a regional practice.

We used to joke that we were
the In n Out of law firms:

great product, better service,
and lower prices.

Today we have
over a thousand lawyers

in offices across the country
and the globe,

and revenue last year

of $2.1 billion.

We've come a long way
in a short time.

And the future has
never been brighter.

Our reach has
never been greater.

That includes our newest
branch office in Qatar.

I know I speak for our
founder Donald Cooperman

when I say...

Welcome to the firm.

Welcome.

Say, Frankie, what's the...
what's the thing

that's half man, half horse?

You got me.

Centaur. Centaur.
That's what it was.

Hey.

Was she here last night,
by any chance?

- Who's that?
- Our daughter. 16.

5'6", medium build.

Smart ass.
No, she wasn't.

She told me she was sleeping

at a girl friend's house
last night.

When I called this morning,

the girl didn't know
anything about it.

So she's missing.

She showed up at school.
She's fine.

- So she wasn't with you.
- No.

Fine.

Might be a good idea
to unblock my calls

in case she goes missing again.

Oh, so because I... I don't
unblock your calls,

somehow I'm involved.
What does that even mean?

You fuck up, let her
go missing or something...

Don't you ever get sick
of this? I'm sick of this.

- Sick of what?
- This.

No, not of this.

He was already drunk.
I kid you not.

And this isn't me
just ripping on my ex.

This was one of the best
trial lawyers ever.

How did he look,
on a scale of 1 to shit?

Not horrible, to be honest.

Did you have something to say?

I was just conferring
with my client, Your Honor.

Yes, while I was talking,
which I find rude.

Uh-oh.

Was it your intent to be rude?

No. N...

No, Your Honor.

Oh, shit.

I thought she was over that.

So did I.

- Hey, Lucy.
- Hello.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I got nervous, and...

I... I apologize.

No need to apologize.

So the cognitive therapy...

It's going well.
I've been symptom-free.

I just... got nervous,

and it won't happen again.

Mm.

It won't.

Okay.

Okay.

Lucy.

Come in.

You should know

that I've been getting
a little feedback

that your attitude

falls short of what we expect.

Okay.

Uh, who has complained
about my attitude?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Uhh.

And while we're on
the subject of liberty,

do I get the right
to confront my accusers?

You see?
That question itself

reflects a certain
attitude deficit.

I don't believe you.

I'm sorry?

That people have complained

about my attitude.

This is an employment
at will business,

and you can fire me on a whim
with very few exceptions,

stuttering being one of them.

Since it's been categorized
as a psych disorder,

I'd actually have recourse

under the Federal
Disabilities Act,

and you would be
f-f-fucked.

Okay, I like that.

I wish you wouldn't
look at me like that.

I haven't eaten a fucking
thing all day long.

Why don't you go
somewhere else to get...

God damn it.

Okay. Come on. Here.

There you go.

They don't let you bring
your own food in here.

Oh. Are you Billy McBride?

Yep.

Uh, my neighbor
is Patty Solis-Papagian.

Oh, you mean that chatty chick?

She told me you guys talked

about you maybe
handling my case.

My brother died in a boating
accident two years ago.

Yeah, she's a real motor mouth.

He did, he battled
some depression,

but he'd never kill himself.

He had a son,

and he was a great dad.

Plus, why do it on a boat?

It seems like a lot of trouble
to go through, don't you think?

Not if the boat's insured.

Three days before he died,

he talked about a need
to redeem himself.

It's not suicide talk.

Redeem himself from what?

The company he worked for

had a lot of military contracts.

It was their boat that exploded,

which begs the question

what was he doing by himself
on a boat at night?

Maybe to blow himself up.

- Sorry.
- No.

Look, my brother would
never kill himself.

Something else
happened out there,

and I think his son
deserves to know the truth.

I Googled you, you know.

- You did?
- Yeah.

It said you used to be
a big shot.

Hmm. I don't know
about that.

Mm-hmm.

Did Google happen to say

what became of me?
Because I'd love to know.

That you drink too much.

That's not accurate.

I drink just the right amount.

I don't mean to judge.

It's all right. No sweat.

I'm am esthetician by trade.

- No shit.
- Mm-hmm.

And you got a nice face.

- Please.
- You do.

Considering
the booze and smoking

- and stuff.
- Mm.

I don't...

I don't think you're
supposed to smoke in here.

- I'm not.
- Uh-huh.

Ahem.

Done that before?

- Yeah, a few times.
- Mm-hmm.

What are they going to do?

- No, they know me.
- Oh, good.

Not that they like it.

But you can't
bring your pizza in.

- No.
- Okay.

Ohh! Ohh!

Announcer: The west...

land of the free,

home of the brave.

We've been part of it
for 75 years...

Rosie the Riveter steps in

when the draftees step out.

...serving our country,

building our family,

protecting what counts...

the men and women of Borns Tech,

from the southland to the stars,

together.

Ahem.

- Good morning.
- Hey.

I was just going
to go make some coffee.

You, uh, you want some?

Okay.

How about I was going
to go on the porch

and stare at the sun?

All right. Uh...

Mm-hmm?

So listen, Rachel,

I just want to tell you that...

No, no. We don't have to talk.
It's okay, seriously.

I think I'd prefer it.

Well, it's just that I'm
not very good with stuff.

You know.

You know,
you started a big firm,

and they didn't take
your name off of it,

so you must have
snowed a lot of people

into thinking that you
were good at stuff.

Was that on Google, too?

That shit creeps me out,

that people can know things
about you like that.

- It's so easy, huh?
- Right.

Just that anybody can fucking

- know everything about you.
- Right.

I don't like that.

Buy you a drink.

If you want one,
I'll go with you.

Okay.

The least I can do
for a new client.

Well, I'll let you
get dressed, then.

Uh...

Ms. Larson?
How are you doing?

My name's Billy McBride.
I'm an attorney.

You must love it out here,

right here on the canal.

W-What's this about?

It's about your late husband.

There's some new information.

I thought you might want
to talk about it with me.

- What new information?
- Rachel, your sister-in-law,

she's a client of mine,

and she's pretty sure
Ryan didn't kill himself.

That's not new.

She's been saying
that bullshit for years.

My sister-in-law...

Ryan was her only sibling,

maybe her only friend.

She can't let it go.

- She's a lovely woman...
- I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm having
a hard time hearing you.

- Do you mind...
- Excuse me.

Thank you. Move back.

Sure.

Here's my card

just to prove that I'm
actually an attorney.

Sorry about the scratch marks.

I recently changed locations.

I'm not some sort
of gardener rapist

or anything like that.

You know, I agree with you.

Rachel, she can be
kind of out there,

but part of my job
is client control,

and if there's no case,
I'd like to be able

to go back and tell her that.

There's no case.

Okay.

It's just awfully strange

for a boat to just
explode just like that.

- Isn't it?
- Maybe less so

when you drop a match
into the fuel tank.

Is that what
you think happened?
A match in the fuel tank?

It's what I was told happened.

- When were you told that?
- When?

Right after.

- Who told you?
- I don't recall.

What was he doing out
there at night anyway?

- He loved to fish.
- Hmm.

They would let him
take the boats out.

Sometimes he took our boy.

My husband was a very
loyal employee.

They make bombs, and he blew up.

Don't you think that's
kind of a coincidence?

I mean, to me it's
downright suspicious.

Now, did they happen
to give you any money

as a result of this coincidence?

What are you doing,
Mr. McBride?

I'm just doing my job.
I'm trying to find out

why a guy like Ryan
would kill himself

in such a weird, loud,
messy kind of way.

Uh, it's...

Borns Tech was
very good to Ryan.

They've been wonderful to me.

- They set up a fund...
- What's up, buddy?

...to pay
for the funeral.

How you doing?

I'm a friend of
your aunt Rachel's.

- Stop it.
- I'm just talking to your mom

about how you used
to fish with your dad.

- Stop it.
- That must have
been cool, huh?

You know something about my dad?

This is a private
conversation, Jason.

Just go into your room.

Nice meeting you there, Jason.

Listen here,

you fucking weird asshole,

the idea of you and my
fucked-up sister-in-law

tearing open wounds to chase
some big pot of gold...

I'm chasing the truth,
Ms. Larson.

- That's all I'm doing.
- Bullshit.

Aren't you interested
in the truth?

This was a very painful time,

very painful.

And I'm not going back there.

Okay? So I think
you should go.

Go. Thank you.

I hear you. Okay.

You have a good day.

You have the settlement
conference

with the Chancery court at 10.

Davidson board meeting at noon.

Your plane leaves
from Santa Monica

at 3.

Gina Larson called.

Billy McBride

visited her.

What's up, guys?

You doing a little
night fishing?

Get after those sharks?

- We don't do charters.
- No shit.

The guys up at the tackle
shop said you did.

- Huh.
- Well, we don't.

Yeah? You thirsty?

- No, thanks.
- What do you want?

Okay, look, I'll just
cut the shit right now.

The night your boat sank,

you told OSHA that it was calm,

there was an explosion,
and a wave sank it.

That's a load
of fucking horse shit,

- and you know it.
- Man, what do you want?

You got a computer?
Look it up.

Explosions on a boat
can sink them,

like a torpedo or whatever.

Explosions near a boat
can sink them, too,

like a mine putting
a hole in the hull,

that kind of thing.

But it would goddamn near

take a nuclear bomb
to make a wave

big enough to sink a boat.

So either you're a hell
of a lot closer

to that explosion
than you told OSHA,

or you're lying about
what the fuck happened.

- You calling us liars?
- Yeah, I am.

Why do you got to fuck with us?

I don't got to fuck with you.

But I got a feeling

the insurance company
would be pretty pissed off

if they knew you lied to them.

So you got a kitchen or a cabin

or whatever you
call it on this rig?

Let's go drink some beer.

Come on. It's free.

What are you waiting for?

Let's go be pals and shit.

You guys have yourselves
that beer. It's for you.

I'm a lightweight.
I'm not much of a drinker.

Thanks a lot.

But, uh, you know, I got to say

I'm still just a little bit, uh,

in the dark about all this shit

because you're saying

that there's flaming shit

and the boat didn't sink,
the boat did sink.

There was a wave,
there wasn't a wave.

I don't know.
So the boat didn't sink.

Listen to me, okay?

It sank.

- It did sink.
- Yes.

But it also burned up, man.

Would you just tell him, please?

You talk too fucking much.

Okay, I'm still confused.

You told the insurance company

that the boat didn't sink,

that the wave had
nothing to do with it.

No, but the... Look,

we told them there was
a big wave, right?

But then all this flaming shit
started hitting the deck, man.

All right?
And that shit was hot.

I'll bet.

And the insurance company
didn't ask you

where the fire came from
or what it was or anything?

We told them
about the explosion.

They figured it came from that,

but they didn't ask
about it, no.

And you didn't think
that was weird?

What's weird? Huh?

Why did Borns Tech's
insurance pay you off?

Why not your insurance?

We didn't have any insurance.

- Would you shut the fuck up?
- It's true.

Look, man,
the insurance guy spent

maybe ten minutes talking to us.

Next week we had the check.

- That's it.
- Come here a second, guys.

Ten minutes, huh?

- Yeah, man.
- Yeah.

Well, that's what's weird.

You see, insurance
companies make their money

by not paying you.

I mean, hell, they don't
even want to pay you

when they owe it to you.

And here they just wrote
you a fucking check,

- just like that.
- Yeah. They could afford it.

Yeah?

Plus,

we were entitled to it.

Thank you.

Hey, Nicole.

You can go right in.

Everything okay?

You can go in.

Donald. You asked to see me?

Do you remember Leonard Letts,

general counsel in Borns Tech?

Yes, of course.

Your ex-husband went to see
Gina Larson yesterday.

Okay. I give up.
Who's Gina Larson?

Like you don't know.

I don't.

Widow of Ryan Larson,

one of our employees who died
in a boating accident.

What do you know about this?

Nothing.

Your ex is circling his wagons

to sue your biggest client,

and you have no fucking inkling?

Excuse me?

Are you always this
unflappable, Leonard?

This is a DOD contract.

If Wall Street gets wind
of even a potential claim,

a core descent
decline in stock...

that's
a billion-dollar-plus...

If he does file a claim,

it'll be wrongful death.

Let's begin drafting a response.

Have the mouse write it.

- Really?
- Who's the mouse?

She's our best drafter,
and fast.

On paper.

She's also a second year
associate

We have better,
more experienced people...

I asked for the mouse.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Me? Y...

Donald Cooperman asked
for me specifically?

We haven't been sued yet,

but we want to be ready
in case they file.

And throw in a counterclaim
for abuse of process,

malicious prosecution,
whatever you can think of.

The idea is to rip
this guy a new asshole

and make him think twice
before ever suing us again.

That's actually not the idea.

Do not hold back,
do you hear me?

I want a shock and awe
shit show.

Should this man sue us,

he needs to regret it.

You okay?

Am I okay? This is awesome.

Great.

Enjoy.

Ohh.

It's good.
It's part of my whole,

like, spiritual journey,
you know?

I've got a guru.
He's not really a guru.

He's also a hairdresser,
but he's really, like,

kind of deep and intelligent.

Excuse me. Miss Gold?

Uh, Lieutenant Stone Phallus
with the LAPD.

I'm going to need to talk
to you for a minute.

Thank you, sir.
Uh, Miss Gold...

Oh, hello, Detective Phallus.

How are you, honey?

I'm great. How are you, Billy?

Not bad. Sorry I chased
your prey off there.

Oh, don't be sorry.
I'm just paying my rent.

Hey, listen, I got a case,
pretty big case,

and, uh... Come on, honey.
Just hear me out.

I really need you
on this one, okay?

- I just need some help...
- Billy. Billy!

...with the pleadings
and so forth.

How long am I going to be
on the hook for this?

Look, can... can I just...
can we go upstairs?

I can give you
a couple of blow jobs,

- and then we'll be even.
- You shitting me?

The sentence they were
going to hand down to you.

You're going to need
a whole lot more than
two blow jobs, okay?

Besides that, this is
a pretty good case here,

and you're probably
going to get paid.

Really?

- Yeah. I'm serious.
- Mm-hmm.

Good legal help's hard to find.

Blow jobs are easy.
Come on, honey.

Please?

Okay, a couple days.

Yeah, we'll figure it out.

You promise?

We'll figure it out.

Can we just go upstairs
for five minutes?

I swear to God
it'll be really great.

- We can take a bottle...
- I don't need that.

Authorities
believe a malfunction
in the boat's fuel line

may have triggered the blast.

A number of folks
have called 911,

concerned that there
was a plane crash

or terrorist attack.

The victim, identified
as Ryan Larson,

is survived by his wife
and young child.

There were no other injuries
or vessels involved.

So far there are
no other details.

You.

You motherfucker.

I send you a bona fide referral,

and you fuck her?

You want to hold it down?
We're in a public place.

I want to beat the shit
out of you right now.

Wouldn't do any good.

I've had the shit beat
out of me a lot of times.

I just replenish with more shit.

I'm sorry. Do you think
you're funny?

This is like Ethics 101:
fucking clients.

- Did you want something?
- I don't want anything at all.

Should I report you to the Bar?

That's been done, too.

You really are
an asshole, aren't you?

Yeah, maybe so,

but let's focus on
something productive here.

You sure you don't
want anything?

Please worry about yourself.

I think your friend has a case.

I went and saw
the dead guy's wife.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

She's hiding something.
I'm sure of it.

I think there's
a bigger picture here.

I... I don't care
about the bigger picture

or secrets or... or who's
sleeping with who,

unless it's you
sleeping with Rachel

because that shit
really pisses me off.

All I care about is getting
a settlement for 30 grand,

which, when I get,
you get 5. Okay?

No, no, no. No.

No. Don't look at me like
you're gonna be fucking me.

Okay?

Because I'm not
a fuckable person.

Somehow I don't doubt that.

- I like that.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's fun.

No.

No, just file the papers
tomorrow.

Yes. That will be fine.

Okay.

I appreciate it.

Thank you so much.

Fuck. What are you
doing here?

I think I kind of broke
your gate a little

when I came in. Sorry.

What?

What's up?

Where's Denise?

She's at tutoring, I think.

What are you doing here?

So I guess you're not
gonna invite me in.

Come on.
I'm so tired.

What do you want?

Borns Tech, are they
good guys or bad guys?

Neither. They're clients.

We don't divide up between
good guys and bad guys.

Well, I got a case against them,

so that means I got a case

against Cooperman & McBride.

Heard anything about it?

Don't ask me that.

Well, today I went out to see
a witness on this thing,

and, uh, had to take
an Uber over here

because somebody
dumped fish guts

all over my car.

Jesus. Why?

That's a good question.

So nobody around your shop's
mentioned my case?

- Oh, please.
- Not even the
Crypt Keeper, huh?

Come on.

The shit on my car

smells like a fucking
fish farm, okay?

I just want to know if
Cooperman had anything
to do with it. Did he?

Of course he didn't.

You've got to stop.

But you also need to be careful.

Come on, Billy.
Just listen to me.

Donald Cooperman
would love nothing more

- than to destroy you.
- Hmm.

Don't give him
that chance, okay?

Please? Please.

Just so you know, I got a case,

and I think it's
a pretty damn good one.

Okay.

Good night.

You know, it's fucking
freezing out here.

Go home.

Sure you weren't drunk

and, you know,
hit a dog or something?

God damn it, Frankie,
I already told you

I didn't run over anybody, okay?

Don't be an asshole.

Why would somebody dump
fish guts on your car?

Fuck if I know. I guess
they thought it was funny.

Do you think it's a threat?

No, I think
it's a sign of respect.

Of course it's a fucking threat.

You're a fucker.

Come on, honey. Quit
licking that shit, would you?

Stop it.

This says helicopter accident.

I told you
it's just a go-by.

Wherever it says "helicopter,"

just replace it
with "seafaring craft"

or "water vessel,"
whatever the fuck it is.

Are you serious?

They're both
wrongful death cases.

Just change the names
of the parties...

- Patty: Hello.
- ...from "chopper" to "boat,"

and I'll fill out
the one-page form
attachment.

- All right.
- Hey.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Patty, uh, Solum-Beige
or something.

It's Solis-Papagian. Hi.

Uh, Brittany.

His staff.

Oh. Okay.

God, this is a great place.

No, I'm serious.
With this light.

Man, if this was a condo,
I could sell it like that.

I occasionally...
I sell real estate

in the... in the Valley.

So, uh, how are we doing
with the complaint?

We can kind of use some help.

So far we're suing
a helicopter company.

Okay.

Uh, would you like to take over?

No, no, no, no, no.
I don't do briefs.

It's just a complaint.

I do not do those, either.

So...

Well, this is going to be great.

You said she was going
to handle the motions.

Who said that?

You said that?

Dude, I don't do civil cases.

I told you that.

I suck in court.

Jesus Christ.
Glad I haven't
quit my day job.

Okay, what do you do?

Go ahead. Tell her.
I don't give a shit.

Counseling.

What? I can't... Look, why...

why are we even bothering
with a complaint?

We have two witnesses.
We have a demand letter.

I mean, it's time to settle.

- You know what?
- Let's go.

This is not a real estate
deal. It's a court case.

So either be a fucking
lawyer, or don't be one.

You know, go out
to fucking Santa Clarita

and sell doll houses.

Ooh. Okay.

Ahem.

It was filed?

Yes. 35 minutes ago.

His writing hasn't
improved much.

This is a fucking disaster.

Do you know any other
word but fuck?

Mark up the motion
to dismiss for tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- Make an end run notice.

Who's going to argue,
stutter girl?

You know what? Shut up.

Did you just tell me to shut up?

Callie Senate.

Callie? No.
I don't think so.

She's more
business litigation
and stock fraud.

This case lies in tort.

I want Callie to argue this.

Donald, come on, please.

You know Callie is one
of my best friends.

This would be very awkward.

I'd like Callie to argue it.

Please.

She'd be a good match for Billy.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You got the big nod.

Congrats.

Thanks, I guess.
It's weird.

I'm sure Donald instructed you

to extract a pound of flesh.

- Well.
- Of course.

Just do me a favor
and don't humiliate Billy.

You know? He is what he is.

I am just going to try the case.

Okay. Good.

Patty: I don't give a shit.
They need it furnished.

Yeah. That's what she said.

- Uh-oh.
- Same to you.

- What's wrong?
- Yes. Same to you.

Asshole.

Oh, nothing is wrong.

Just got this.

"Motion to dismiss tomorrow"?

Yeah.
That's what it says.

Don't they have to give notice?

They filed it ex parte.
It's no big deal.

They're just fucking with us.

Okay, so now what?
We're going to settle

on the courthouse
steps or something?

Eventually we'll
have to argue it.

Right. And by we,
we mean you, correct?

Well, considering
the alternative, yeah, me.

No offense.

So, uh, you don't have
to be there tomorrow

if you don't want to.
I mean, a civil case

and you don't have to come
to every little hearing,

but it would be nice because
it would show the judge

you give a shit and all that.

Yeah. No, I'll be there.
I'll definitely be there.

Okay.

That's Ryan.

It's a baby picture.
Little baby Ryan.

Yeah.

His son looks just like him.

Really?

Oh, yeah.
I can see the...

see the resemblance there.

You all right?

Want me to make it Irish?

No. Better not, honey.

- Uh, thanks, Frankie.
- You want anything?

No, thank you.

Is this, like, a lucky
ring or something?

It's just my class ring,
college ring.

Haven't I told you
when I went to Indiana?

- I was a Hoosier.
- I don't think you did.

My dad wanted me
to go to Alabama.

He wanted me to play football
for Bear Bryant.

I said, "How the hell
am I gonna play football?

I weigh 136 pounds."

I was a baseball player.

My dad thought I was a pussy
for playing baseball.

It was either football
or nothing for him.

- Right.
- And, uh...

And look at you now.

I love it when you...

Yeah. Big lawyer.

Yeah. I'm...

something else.

♫ You ♫

♫ You and me, baby ♫

Welcome to Indiana basketball.

Welcome to Indiana basketball.

Okay, God damn it, I'm coming.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Were you asleep?

I wish. I got court
tomorrow.

I can't sleep for shit.

I need a place to crash.

Why?

Mom and I got into a fight.

If you don't let me stay here,

I'm just going
to spend the night

with a guy I'm seeing.

You're something else.
Come on in.

Why can't you sleep?

You nervous about the case?

No, I got hooked on Hoosiers.

I've seen the fucking
thing 300 times.

Every time, I'm nervous as hell

they're going to lose.
I don't get it.

I keep screaming at Hackman,

"Please don't get thrown
out of any more games."

Have a seat, honey.

What's Hoosiers?

Thanks.

Here you go, baby.

I'm not sleeping with the guy.

Yeah, I know.

How do you know?

Okay, I don't know.
Does that make you
feel better?

What do you want anyway?

You suck.

So you want me
to ask you questions

about the guy
you're seeing?
Is that it?

You know I'm not going
to like him anyway.

Hi, baby. What's going on?

She's my pal. Don't worry.

She's not mean.
She's just hungry.

There you go, sweetheart.
God damn.

Took my fucking hand.

See you. Go get going.
Get going, baby. Now shoo.

Go, go. Good dog.

Mom said you're in court
tomorrow against her firm.

Yep. That's right.

I guess I ought to call her.

She's probably worried
sick about you.

I miss you.

I'm around.

You ever coming back?

I don't think so, honey.

- Who are you calling?
- Uber.

- I'm going home.
- I'll drive you.

It's okay.

Just put the phone away.

I'm not letting you get in a car

with a damn Uber guy,
some murderer.

Your mother would
never forgive me.

Well, you never know, okay?

Come on.

Did that dude just
take a picture of us?

It's probably a paparazzi.

Thinks we're somebody.

This boyfriend of yours,
what does he look like?

That's not him, Dad.

Come on. Mom should be
rip shit by now.

Listen, I got
a short window here,

so I'm going to get
straight to the father-daughter
shit, okay?

This guy
you're not sleeping with

better be wearing a condom.

Dad. Gross.

Okay, never mind.

It's just that there's
a lot of diseases out there,

and then if you get pregnant,
you only got two choices.

Both of them can
mess you up pretty good.

I mean, it's not like, you know,

adopting a puppy versus
having a root canal.

- My God.
- And I'll skip
the substance abuse lecture,

because you know firsthand
what that's all about.

Thank God.

Ah, shit.

Dad, have you had anything
to drink tonight?

- No. We're good.
- Do you promise?

Yes, I said we're good,
all right?

Haven't had a drop.

How are we doing tonight?

License and registration,
please.

All rightie.

There's the registration.

There you go.

Step out of the vehicle, sir.

Can I ask you
why you pulled me over?

We didn't get to that part yet.

Now, sir.

- Okay, but...
- Thank you.

Just for the record,

I asked you why you
pulled me over,

and you couldn't tell me.

Stay in the vehicle, ma'am.

Sir, have you been
drinking tonight?

No, sir, I have not.

I'm not sure if I
mentioned this to you,

but I'm an attorney.

so I have a pretty good
knowledge of the law,

and unless you tell me
why you're fucking with me,

this could constitute
an illegal stop.

At this time, I'd like
to ask you to participate
in a sobriety test.

Okay, I'll take your damn test,

but as I told you before,
I'm as sober as Bill Dudley.

You need to tell me why
you fucking stopped me

because I wasn't doing shit
but driving between the lines.

Sir, turn around and put
your hands behind your back.

Come on. That's
my daughter there.

Do we have to do this?
Seriously?

Did a little bird
whisper in your ear?

- Who told you to stop me?
- Turn around.

Smells like shit.

I saw your fucking
mouth breather

scoping me out back there.

- You can be a...
- Dad!

Fuck!

Fucker!

You stinker!

Resynced and corrections
by Dan4Jem, XII.MMXVI