Goliath (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Cover Your Ass - full transcript

♫ Oh, my God,
please help me ♫

♫ Knee-deep in the river
trying to get clean ♫

♫ He says wash your hands,
get out the stains ♫

♫ But you best believe, boy,
there's hell to pay ♫

♫ Yeah, you best believe, boy,
there's hell to pay, saying ♫

♫ Oh, my God,
please help me ♫

♫ Neck-deep in the river
screaming for relief ♫

♫ He says, it's mine to give
but it's yours to choose ♫

♫ You're gonna sink or swim,
you're gonna learn the truth ♫

♫ No matter what do,
you're gonna learn
the truth, saying ♫

♫ Ate the bread
that once was stones ♫



♫ Fell from a cliff,
never broke a bone ♫

♫ Bowed down to get
the kings overthrown ♫

♫ And I'm all alone
and the fire grows ♫

♫ And I'm all alone
and the fire grows ♫

Jackpot.

Sinaloa fronted the shipment

- for a 60% return.
- ...transitionary person.

They're offering credit deals.

You guys must be
doing something right.

Take that to Ramirez.

It gets even better.

The guy who organized
all this...

he's a lawyer.

Billy McBride.



You guys ought
to pay me a bonus.

All the dope that's
in this hull.

Sure, kiddo.

Would you stop it?

Fucking stupid!

Stop it!

Banging your fucking
head on the furniture

ain't gonna help you, okay?

You got to get us out of here.

I'm not your lawyer.
And if I were,

I'm not a fucking
magician, okay?

You're a flight risk
and a danger
to the community.

No court's going
to set you a bail.

And if they did,

nobody's going
to post it because...

We didn't do it!

Oh, well, why didn't you say so?

I'll go tell them
and get you out right now.

You got a hull
full of shit, buddy.

You're talking about 20 years
of federal time here.

Doesn't do our case
any good, either,

not that it matters now.

Okay.

Alejandro didn't want to do it.

All right?
I talked him into it.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

But how or why
you join a conspiracy

doesn't matter.

Once you're in, you're in,

and you're fucked.

Who talked you into it?

Don't lie to me, Brittany.

I'm working part-time
for a lawyer.

Yeah, go check
if you don't believe me.

I searched your place.

You did what?

Don't play dumb.
You're not dumb.

You're on probation.
You got no rights.

I can walk in
and toss your place

any time I want.

You got new clothes,
new shoes, nice car.

- Come on.
- Girl, you're hooking again.

- That is so unfair.
- This lawyer,

- he's paying you how much?
- It's complicated.

It's complicated.
You're lying to me.

I need to see a 1099
to prove it.

It is very difficult

to get legitimate employment...

Girl, you're white.

You're white.

You're skinny. You're thin.

You're... You're smart.

You've got no excuse.

You want
to rezone this for what?

Office space.

Research labs.

It's part of
the ten-year expansion.

I'm not saying
it's going to be easy.

Shit, if it was easy,

Rocketdyne and Boeing
would already have done it.

But I have faith
in you, Leonard.

You'll get this done.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Does this mean you're taking
me off the Larson case?

What?

No, I'm not taking you
off the Larson case.

You can walk and chew gum
at the same time.

You can do both.

Besides, Larson ain't
much of a case anymore.

You did illegal weapons
testing in the Pacific

and then covered it up.

That is a very big thing.

It's a cancer on the
corporation, Wendell.

It can spread.

Look, I need to know
what else there is.

What other shit have
you guys been doing?

Because whatever it is,

you have to assume at some point

that shit is going to come out.

You know what Cooperman
told me about the fishermen?

They're drug dealers.

Yeah.

They were moving dope,

and McBride's whistleblower?
Come on.

Man, that's Ned.
He's nuts, okay?

We shit-canned him
because he's crazy.

And McBride's
buried in that paperwork.

What I need you to do...

is get this land rezoned.

I want an ocean view
in my next office.

♫ Some are waving it around ♫

♫ Someone carried me home ♫

♫ One was never noticed ♫

♫ Sleepin' on the floor ♫

♫ But I know we were there ♫

♫ We were howling
at the moon ♫

♫ We were shakin' our hips ♫

♫ Danced until we flat-out
falling into bed ♫

♫ But I won't let you go ♫

♫ We were howling
at the moon ♫

♫ We were shakin' our hips ♫

♫ Danced until we flat-out
falling into bed ♫

♫ But I won't ♫

♫ Let you go ♫

Jesus.

Hey, Marva.
How's it going?

Well, awful.

Around 3 in the morning,

a bunch of possums decided
to set up shop in here.

I had to chase them out
into the alley.

Marva, we got depositions
to start today.

- Ned, the crazy guy...
- I know.

I've been looking,
Mr. McBride. I have.

But there is just
so much to go through,

and I am just one person.

I understand that,

but you're not looking
for the Holy Grail.

We just need something
to back up Ned's story.

You know?
He said Ryan Larson

was working on
some weapons system

that Borns Tech had
to keep away from people.

It's not much.

What the hell is this?

Ryan Larson's personnel file.

It's all blacked out.

A lot of it is.

It's his classified file
from the military.

It's fucking useless.
What am I going
to do with that?

Well, I don't know.

I thought maybe something
would be in there.

Is it all like that?

Yes, most of it.

I still have about a dozen
boxes to go through.

Keep looking.
We got to find something.

- Okay, hon?
- I'm going to. I am.

I'm dogged in my
pursuit of this.

I know you are, honey.
You want this open or closed?

Oh, God, no.
I want it open.
Leave it open.

All right.

It's a stupid chart.

I never said you were stupid.

Oh, yes, you did,

and you don't do it again,

and you definitely don't
do it during the deposition.

- You understand?
- Why are you mad at me?

You should be mad at the chart.

Okay, explain to me
what is so bad about it.

It's amateurish.
It's embarrassing.

It's wrong. Look at it.

- The dimensions are off.
- You gave us the dimensions!

It looks like a fucking IKEA
schematic to build a credenza.

I gave you an estimate.

Use the original.
Borns Tech has it.

We haven't found it yet
in the discovery,

- but we will.
- I can't even look at this.

I cannot...
This offends me.

Mm. I'm sorry.

What do you want me to say?

You're sorry.

Sorry doesn't feed the cat!

The... Okay.

I'm an engineer.

Precision counts.

- Yo! Yo!
- That's...

Why would you do that?

No. Don't do that.

Put him down.
Put down.

What the fuck is going on?
Put him down!

Get his big ass out of here!

What the fuck is wrong
with you people?

- Shut your fucking mouth.
- What did you do, Ned?

- Me?
- Yeah. What did you do?

I am through with this, okay?

- Really?
- I'm not cut out for this.

I will not testify.

I will not be any part of this.

- Oh, you are fucking...
- I'm calling the police.

Really? Call the police.

You better call a fucking
ambulance, too.

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

You... All you have to do
is be seen.

That's it.
Not to be heard.

Not to talk to anybody.

And don't touch anybody.
You're not a bouncer.

God, you breathing.
It's like...

You want me to stop breathing?

It's very distracting.

I mean, look, Ned,

you just don't need
to get so wound up, okay?

- I mean...
- I'm sorry. I just...

I get it. I really do.

I'm sorry about all that.

It's just we need you.

You're on our team,
we're on yours.

So just, you know,

relax.
Don't worry about it.

You're gonna do great.

I guarantee you're going to be

the smartest guy in the room.

For Christ's sakes,
you're a rocket scientist.

Yes. I am.

There's not a damn thing
they can trip you up with

when it comes to science, okay?

So they're going to try
to hit you with other stuff,

like, you know,
why did you get fired,

uh, your motive for lying,
your mental situation.

That was caused by them.

Absolutely. Right.
I get it. I get it.

But look, a deposition's
not rocket science.

There's a way to deal with them.

You know? There's really
five simple rules.

When they ask you a question,

if you don't understand it,
just ask them to repeat it.

All right.

Then 2, if they mention
a document,

just ask for it. Tell them
you want to see it.

Right. I want to see it.

Yeah. Even if you
already know

what they're talking about,

it fucks their rhythm up.

That's what happens, yeah.

3, you should answer

with as few words as possible.

One is best if you can.

- Keep it brief.
- Exactly.

Okay.

4, if I object to something,

don't say a fucking word
until I say so.

- Okay?
- Keep it quiet.

Yes.

And 5, uh, about
every hour or so,

ask them if you can take a piss

because that way you and I
can talk with each other.

Okay?

You're gonna be great.

Just make sure you look at Billy

whenever they're
asking you a question.

And don't look at them.

Do you think maybe
she could join us?

Will she be there?

No, she's not...

Oh, I can't.

I... There's something
I got to do.

We can meet up
later if you want.

Oh. Uh...

Yeah. If your deposition
goes well.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Our investigators do fine work.

Leonard Letts
is reviewing this now.

Don't use it till you have to.

We might need it for trial.

Understood.

Also...

Lucy Kittridge will do
the questioning today.

Excuse me?

I think it's best,

and it's the way of nature.

Generation upon generation,

the young replace the old.

Are you sleeping with her?

What an odd question.

I hope you're not creating...

a hostile workplace for her.

Me?

She's your subordinate.

You're her supervisor.

You and I had
a prior relationship.

To mistreat the poor woman
out of jealousy...

Don't flatter yourself, Donald.

What you and I did...

I would hardly call
a relationship.

Diverting though it was.

You were an enthusiastic
participant, if I recall,

not to mention the instigator.

I could sue you
for sexual harassment

and age discrimination

based on this
conversation alone.

This self-same
conversation

would support
Lucy's countersuit...

workplace bias...
against you.

How lucky she is to have you
to look out for her.

The deposition's
in less than an hour.

I guess I'll go tell her
she's doing it.

She knows.

Ned Berring
was a design engineer

for several weapons systems.

His only overlap
with the Larson team

was on the XP200 program.

What is that, exactly?

It doesn't matter
at all, actually.

It has nothing to do with
what happened to Larson.

Are we sure about that?

Yes, I'm sure.
So is Donald.

Ned Berring can only say

that what Larson and his
team was working on

should have never
been by the ocean.

And as for why it was
by the ocean,

we can blame Larson for that.

Alan.

Alan, did you prepare
this notebook?

Uh, yes.

That's not red.

I don't know what color that is,

but it's not what I asked for.

And you've got
questions 35 through 42

in the Redirect section

when I asked for them in Direct.

Sorry.

I don't accept that.

If you can't take
constructive criticism...

- Hey, guys.
-...on mistakes
that you've made...

Excuse me.
Excuse me. Enough.

Could you excuse us
for a moment, please?

No. The deposition
starts in an hour...

Thank you, please.

We don't have time.

Just a moment.
Thank you.

This was my meeting.

Why don't we know anything

about the weapons system
that Ryan Larson worked on?

Because it's classified
above our top secret level.

And have you called Borns Tech

to ask them to up
our classification
status to find out?

Donald doesn't feel
that it's necessary,

and it's not necessary.

The other team doesn't know
what the system is, either.

It's a double blind.

That's not uncommon
for patent cases

in this kind of defense
contractor litigation.

And you know this

because you've worked
on so many of them.

Are you really trying
to unnerve me

now before I go in
for, like, the biggest
deposition of my life?

Lucy, are you sleeping
with Donald Cooperman?

That is none of your business.

Actually,

it's none of your
fucking business.

Wow.

I don't need advice,

nor do I need to be judged,

by a woman whose entire career

is based on who she married.

Good luck at the deposition.

Aah!

Jesus.

They're all such fuckers,
every single one of them.

I would rake her
face off if I could.

And Cooperman's, too.

I mean, at least,
what's left of it.

Ahh.

You can't blame her.
It's not her fault.

She's young and
ambitious and stupid,

just like we were.

I was never stupid.

Of course not.

We don't need to stay here.

We're not chained here.

We could leave.

We just stay here
and put up with this shit

- for the money.
- Right.

Just like Leonard Letts
stays at Borns Tech.

Oh, please.
No one ever died because
Donald fucked them.

And don't kid yourself.

Lucy knows exactly
what she's doing.

You know who I really
hate, though, right?

- You do.
- Billy.

- Billy!
- Yeah.

- You're goddamn right Billy.
- Jesus.

He's the one
that started all of this

with that goddamn Larson case.

- Will you stop?
- Well, you... You can defend him

and do all your usual bullshit,
like you always do,

- but you know what?
- Hey.

I'm right. You just
refuse to see it.

What do you want
from me, Callie?

Seriously.

This isn't just you venting.

What's your agenda here?

Us. Us.

Forget starting our own firm.

I just... I would like
to see what you and I
could be

without your ex-husband
always showing up.

♫ Are you close to mine? ♫

♫ Or could you
blow my mind? ♫

♫ 'cause the heat is up
already passed over time ♫

♫ Well, I'm here to say
I got a better way ♫

♫ Nothing brings me down
with how I feel today ♫

♫ Hey, I'm feelin' good
like you know I should ♫

God damn it.

Here you go, boss.

Go.

All right.

♫ Got the pressure beat ♫

♫ Yeah ♫

Hello again.

I've already
told them that
you're here.

I know that,
and I appreciate it,

but you see,
I know these people.

I know the games they play,

and they're making us
wait for no reason,

and it's bush league bullshit.

Don't worry about it.

I just want my witness
to think I'm a tough guy.

Can I use your restroom?

It's two floors down
to the right
on the elevator.

Uh-uh. No.
I built this place.

There's a bathroom right there

around the corner.

So I can either shit
on the floor here

or use that one.

You're not authorized to be
back here, Mr. McBride.

Oh, hey, Nicole.
How you doing?

I thought the bleeding ulcers
would have got you by now.

I'll call security if you
don't go back to reception.

I'm afraid it's a matter of...

Oh, honey.

I thought we were pals.

Oh, by the way, you know,
I have a hall pass.

Is that... Actually,
it's a subpoena......

for you to testify.

I'm going to depose you

about Donald Cooperman's
relationship

to Gina Larson and Borns Tech,
folks like that.

Give Donnie a kiss on the cheek,

then go wash your mouth
out with kerosene...

for your own good, of course.

I think I might
have hit your car.

I am so, so sorry.

I was rushing to get
to an interview,

and I came too close.

Don't worry about it.

Oh.

Really?

It's nothing.

You're so sweet.

I so can't be late
for this interview.

I also didn't want

to flee the scene of
an accident or anything.

Hey, I mean, that's why
the city carries insurance.

I actually think that scratch
was there from before.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Okay, well, I'd better go, then.

I really need this job.

Hey, uh, what do you do?

Fire the receptionist
who let him past her.

He's aged, don't you think?

I forget, did you actually
work with him?

No, sir. Absolutely not.

I was here, but I never had
anything to do with him.

Mm. Not a fan.

So many were.

How they loved darling Billy.

You should have refused service.

Yes, sir. Sorry.

Consider the subpoena quashed.

Raise your right hand.

I, Ned Berring, swear
to tell the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

- so help you God.
- I swear.

- Sign here.
- Oh.

Good morning.

Ahem.

For the record,

I'm Lucy Kittridge, et Al,

representing Borns Technologies.

The witness having been sworn,

I will now administer the
customary admonitions and...

- Objection.
- ...warnings... Sorry?

Well, he just now swore
to tell the truth.

- You didn't hear that?
- I heard him.

I have to warn him
what happens if he lies.

Move to strike. What is this?

The man just swore
to tell the truth.

Now you're warning him
not to lie.

That's argumentative.
If you keep it up,

I'll ask for sanctions.

Please state your name
for the record.

Objection.

For what?

Asked and answered
when he took the oath.

You got to listen better.

You're being obstructionist.

- I'm being what?
- You heard me.

Is this your first deposition?

Leonard, are you hearing this?

I swear to God, it sounds

like she's reading
off a practice
script or something.

Mr. McBride, I suffer
from a protected condition

under the Americans
With Disabilities Act.

Accommodation for my condition

includes the memorization
of certain written prompts.

That you would object to
and even mock

my condition and accommodation

is actionable and reprehensible

discrimination on your part.

Wow.

May I proceed?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Let the record reflect

that the witness has
previously identified himself

as Ned Berring. Now, then...

Hold on. I'd like
to administer

my admonitions and warnings now.

- Are you kidding?
- Is that a legal objection?

You objected when I tried

to administer my
admonitions and warnings.

For the record,
I want every lawyer
and witness on your side

to understand their
separate legal obligations

to come forward
with any information

that a crime or crimes
have been committed.

Mr. McBride, to what
are you referring?

Patty?

Uh, since 2002,
it's a federal crime

for, uh, for corporate
officers or lawyers

not to blow the whistle
pursuant to...

Objection. Move to strike

as irrelevant, argumentative,

assumes facts
not yet in evidence,

and misstates the law.

And, for the record,

who is this person?

This person. Uh,

I'm Patty Solis-Papagian,
attorney at law.

That's who this person is.

So...

May I proceed?

- Uh-huh.
- I wish to hell you would.

I'd like to get
out of here at some point.

Mr. Berring,
in your affidavit,

you swear that you
were an employee
of Borns Technology.

Yes.

And while you were...

May I use the restroom?

Take a break?

Unless you're done.

Then we can just get
the hell out of here.

Unless you have
some relevant questions.

I'm far from done, Mr. McBride.
I'm just getting started.

Take over.

Not my show, Leonard.

What?

Excuse me.

Donald Cooperman
isn't here anymore.

Callie Senate will
continue the questioning

from here on out.

Bringing in the grizzled veteran

to bail out the rookie?
It's about time.

Mr. Berring,
I read your affidavit.

You claim that
Ryan Larson was working

on a highly classified
weapons system?

That is correct.

To which I ask so what?

Ryan Larson was
working on something?

So?

He was paid to work on things.

He killed himself.

What does one thing
have to do with the other?

Nothing.

But Mr. Larson died
in an explosion on a boat

that was caused by the weapon
that he was working on, so...

Do you know that?

Or did Mr. McBride
tell you that?

I wasn't personally there
when it happened, so...

Even if he did use what he was
working on to kill himself,

do you think Borns Tech
should be held responsible?

Borns Tech was supposed
to keep those weapons

away from any inhabited areas,

navigable waters,
especially the ocean,

which they didn't do, obviously.

Or Ryan stole
what he was working on

without Borns Tech's knowledge.

That doesn't matter.

Borns Tech had a legal duty
to keep things safe.

You're not a lawyer, are you?

I'm not a lawyer.

You're a scientist.

Possibly a brilliant one.

- Wouldn't you agree?
- I mean...

There's a lot of smart
people at Borns Tech.

That's very kind of you to say,

especially since they fired you.

A lot of us were victims
of the economic downturn.

Do you have a laptop?

- Of course.
- I got to take a leak.

I'm about to piss my pants.

You're going to have to hold it.

Ahem.

What the fuck is this?

Mr. Berring,

has anyone else had
access to your laptop

in the last, say, six months?

- Objection.
- Grounds?

What are you doing?

Move to strike.
Improper objection.

Irrelevant.

That's for the judge to decide.

We're allowed
to make our record.

We mark as defense exhibits
1 through 3...

still photographs
of a homemade video

of sexual content.

The woman on top, who is that?

That's...

my ex-girlfriend.

Hey, turn that
fucking thing off.

And I presume that's
you on the bottom.

Don't answer that.

Okay, we're done here.

We're going to take this
up to the judge.

No. I'm going to finish
my questioning,

and you can move
to suppress it at trial,

if we get to trial,
which we won't.

I'm going to sue your ass

for invading this guy's privacy.

However you got that video,

you broke the goddamn law.

He made it public.

He has every right to do that.

Not for revenge.

Mr. Berring,

you posted that video
online, didn't you?

Didn't you, sir?

For the record, I'm going
to need a yes or a no answer.

Did you post that video online

as a means of getting revenge
against your ex-girlfriend?

Yes.

So you know, then, I assume,

that you could be sent to prison

for having posted revenge porn,

and that if you
testify in this case,

the jury will be made aware
of your disgusting actions.

Yes. Yes.

To be clear, you also
posted a caption

that went along with the video.

- No. No.
- Did you not?

One second. That...
That was a mistake.

And what did that caption say?

Honestly, I don't remember.

Oh. Well, here.

Maybe this could help
refresh your memory.

Is that the caption?

I believe that's the caption.

What does it say, sir?

"Tastes like chicken."

She broke up with me.
I was angry, okay?

She's lucky
I went out with her
in the first place.

I'm sure she feels lucky, Ned.

Just... It wasn't a crime
when I posted it.

Am I going to go to jail?

You should. You should
go to fucking jail.

I mean, what are we
going to do now?

Ah, God, I can't go to jail!

Come on, Hey. Everybody...
Everybody has a bad day.

You're just having
a little no day.

It's going to be okay.
Would you pick him up?

- God damn.
- Wow.

Come on. Let's go. Up.

Promise me you won't show
that tape to the police.

You're the one
who put it out there!

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I meant from the police!

- Shh.
- Absolutely.

Promise me.
I can't go to jail.

No, no. You're not
going to jail, buddy.

We're going to go back upstairs,

and we're gonna
finish this thing.

It's gonna be okay.
All right? Come on.

We're with you. Let's go.

Oh, God damn it.

In light of the witness'
inability to continue,

we will suspend the deposition
and seek court sanctions,

including the striking
of the witness' testimony.

- We oppose.
- Noted.

Shall we call it a day?

Yeah.

Billy, a word?

Tough day for you.

Not entirely.

This is for you.

Restraining order.

It was Michelle's idea
to serve it privately.

She insisted.

God is she weak
when it comes to you.

Why do I get the feeling

that the actual
restraining order

might have been your idea?

I might have suggested it
as a friend and a colleague.

Is that what they
call it these days?

Colleague?

What kind of man
spies on a woman

he cheated on,
humiliated,
and divorced?

Not a good man.

Is this about
your love of Michelle,

or is it about fucking with me?

Both.

Fucking Michelle and you
seems like a win-win to me.

Bye, Billy.

See you real soon, Callie.

I mean, there's no way
she can keep me away
from my own house.

It's not your house
anymore, Dad.

My name's still on the title.

And you're in it.

Restraining order
didn't say anything
about you.

She is so pissed off.

I've never seen her so mad.
What did you do?

- Nothing.
- That's a lie.

I could ask her.

She wouldn't tell me.

I'll lie and say
that you already told me

and said it was her fault.

Whatever it is,
she'll believe it,

and she'll be
so pissed off at you

that she'll tell me herself.

- That how it works?
- Yeah, easily.

I kind of invaded
your mom's space

when she was entertaining
a friend, that's all.

Who? Mom doesn't date.

So when you say she was
entertaining a friend,

she doesn't have any,

other than Aunt Callie.

Just forget I said
anything, okay?

Try to get her to drop
the damn restraining order.

I don't take sides.

You wouldn't want me to.

I wish I'd never
taught you anything.

I guess I was technically
in the house, wasn't I?

Better get the fuck out of here.

Take care of yourself.

Hey, what's up, baby?
How you doing?

Come here.
What are you doing?

I swear to you, Lady. I don't
have anything right now.

I don't have anything.
It's just my hand.

All right?

Sorry. It's happy hour.

I'll see if I can
find you something.

Okay?

You said it went bad,

but Jesus, Billy,
this is horrible.

Yeah.

I mean, "Tastes like chicken"?

I'm just impressed
he had a girlfriend.

Well, good luck with the jury.

Do you have anything
for me at all?

Anything that's not depressing?

The cop who beat you up,
he knows something.

Okay.

Oh. Wait.

Marva told me
to give this to you.

Shit. Uh, she found it
in the discovery

under Ryan Larson Personal.

That's his suicide
letter, right?

So Borns Tech said

that they found this letter

in Ryan's office desk.

It's just like the one
I found in his desk at home.

Okay, so now you're saying

he, uh, did kill himself.

But there's different
stuff in them.

Like, there's a line
that's different

in the handwritten one

that's not even
in the Borns Tech one.

It says "Jason"...
right down here...

uh, "Jason, don't forget

to dig up our time capsule
this summer."

You know anything
about that, Jason?

Uh, when I was in sixth grade,

uh, back when I was a kid,

I, uh, had to do
a school project,

and, uh, I had to bury
a family time capsule.

But I'm not supposed
to dig it up till I'm 21.

There's a beer in it.

We had a lot
of stuff in there...

um, newspapers...

pictures of the family,

coins, stamps, some predictions.

Father Anan
came over last night.

Did you know that?

No, I didn't.

I thought he wanted
to check up on Jason,

but he wanted to talk to me...

to confess, he said.

Ryan didn't kill himself.

Father Anan didn't say anything

because... to me because I...

was so sure he had.

Look, the good news is
it's not too late

to help us figure out
what happened.

I mean, you're going
to have to testify

one way or another, right?

So why not do it
as part of our team?

Okay.

We got to be getting closer.

I don't remember
burying it this deep.

Were you actually there
when your dad sealed the box?

You watched him close it?

Um, yeah, I think so.

I mean, we had a whole
pile of stuff, and...

We didn't have the right box.

So my dad took it to work,

and he said he had
a perfect container for it,

waterproof and everything.

Um, plus, the lab
had a sealant for it.

So then it's possible that, uh,

there can be stuff in there
that you didn't see,

that you don't know
about, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Why don't you go on
in the house?

I'll take it from here.

Are you sure?

There's no sense in you
digging this mess up.

I'll do it.
Just go on inside.

Okay.

Should we get it
X-rayed or something

before we open it?

It's his own kid's time capsule.

It's not like it's
going to blow up.

Well, what if he put some of

whatever he was
working on in there?

Why would he do that?

To prove that it was
bad or something?

I don't know.
You're the one

who said he was
covering his ass.

Actually, you're not wrong.

About what?

About not opening it up.

I mean, say there's something
good for us in there.

We could have a chain
of custody problem,

- say we planted it.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, so...
so what do we do?

Why didn't you tell me
about the sex video?

You made me the first chair

in the case, didn't you?

Why didn't you tell me

about the main piece
of evidence?

That doesn't make any sense.

You know, I expect
to be screwed over

from everybody else,

but I really don't see it
coming from my own team.

I don't know what that means.

Would you come here?

Would you sit?

Would you please...

sit?

Maybe...

it's a mistake to have
me on this case.

Maybe...

I'm not ready.

You did fine.

He fucked with me, and...

I have to... do better.

You did fine.

It's so perfect.

It's like a piece of porcelain.

People tend to draw
moral conclusions,

judgments about...

burn victims.

I'm thought of as a monster.

Do you see me as a monster?

No.

Ah.

Tell me about your brother.

What do you know
about my brother?

Tell me.

We close in a half an hour.

Okay. I won't be long.

All right.

Oh. Here you go.

Your boyfriend doesn't
return my calls anymore.

Why is that?

Who are you?

Who am I?

Your boyfriend knows who I am.

Have him call me.

I don't have a boyfriend.

No? You don't
have a boyfriend?

So you're just fucking
Donald Cooperman, then?

How's that working out for you?

Tell him to answer my calls.

There you go, Ned.

My God.

Where did you get that?

Larson buried it by his house,

and I dug it up.

There's a note with it

that said that this thing

is what he was working on
at Borns Tech.

No shit. This?

He was working on this?

That's what it said.

Isn't this what we
drew the diagram for?

No.

Decidedly, absolutely not.

- So you lied again.
- No.

Why do you bring her?

Because it's her case,

and you're fucking it up.

Hey, did you happen
to tell Brittany

about what happened?

About the tape?

Of course not.
There's no reason to.

Now, Ryan didn't work
on this, then.

No. Listen to me.

This abomination

is not what Ryan's team
was working on.

Or at least it wasn't
what they said
they were working on.

Then what is it?

This...

is a war crime.

And anybody who worked
on this is a war criminal.

And if Borns Tech
really did work on this,

then Borns Tech
are fucking monsters,

and they will kill you
before they let you prove it.

Yeah, the girl was a Methodist,

so I used to go to church
with her all the time

because I'd spend the weekend
with her family.

Yeah.

It always looked like
a Catholic church to me.

Mr. McBride...

The stained glass
windows, I guess.

You did not come here

to talk to me
about your girlfriend.

So please.

Sorry.

Actually, I...

I came to tell you
we got some good news.

Uh, we found a letter and, uh,

some evidence
that backs up our theory.

Larson was working
on something real bad,

and it killed him

and a lot of other people, too.

So...

Perhaps something good

will come of your
case after all.

Yeah, maybe.

I sure hope so.

But, uh, the bad news is
we still have to prove it all.

I'd like to get you on the stand

as a witness at trial.

You know, a good priest
can carry the day.

I've been dismissed
from the clerical state.

What do they think you did?

There are only five offenses
that merit excommunication.

Telling you what Ryan Larson
talked about in the confession

is one of the five.

So that's it? You're done?
You're not a priest anymore?

No. I'm always a priest.

Holy ordination is for life.

But I cannot serve as a priest.

I cannot receive
Communion for my soul.

How can I offer it to others?

You have cost me everything
I cherish and love,

Mr. McBride.

I hope it is worth it.

I'm sorry, Father.

So do we know exactly
what it was that he found?

We know they were digging

and unearthed something.

Maybe it was buried treasure.

Donald, do I know
all there is to know

with respect for this case?

I don't know. Do you?

Th-That's
not a fucking answer.

I'm kind of getting sick of you

talking to me in cryptic circles

because that's what you do.

You sit in this goddamn
dark office

all day long.

You keep me in the dark
most of the time.

This is very fucking
weird relationship

for a CEO and attorney to have.

And that. There. That.

That clicking bullshit.

What the fuck is that about?

You answering people by clicking

or doing whatever
the fuck you do.

Jesus Christ.

You sound stressed, Wendell.

Yeah, I'm goddamn stressed.

Do you know what the irony
of it is, though?

On paper...

I look like I'm the master
of my own universe.

Pretty good
fucking universe, too.

But more than not,

I'm a dude at the mercy
of a dark man

with a fucking clicker.

And that's bat shit.

As is all this fucking music
that you pump in here.

This opera. Jesus Christ.

Maybe you should go away.

Get some R&R.

I hear Napa is very nice
this time of year.

What did Billy McBride dig up?

I suspect he's dug up
some dirt, Wendell.

Another non-fucking-answer.

No. I gave you an answer.

I think what we'd better
do is get very aggressive

with our dispute
resolution methodology.

You stinker!

Resynced and corrections
by Dan4Jem, XII.MMXVI