Partner Track (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Consequential Damages - full transcript

- What are you in for?
- God only knows.

My seventh-amendment rights
are seriously being screwed with.

Sorry for the crude language.

Let me guess. You're a lawyer?

Lawyers always fuss about their rights.

I know it may not look like it,

but I've spent the night
with a lot of lawyers.

- Spent the night in jail, I mean.
- Oh.

Are you in here often?

This time, it was
for interfering with an ICE raid.

Last week, protesting evictions.



Civil disobedience comes
with quite the rap sheet.

Justice calls us to right what is wrong.

Sometimes that means
we have to fight the power.

Is that from the Bible?

Public Enemy.

Oh.

If you ever find yourself in jail again,
don't sit down in a crowded cell,

don't accept anything
that's offered to you,

and for heaven's sakes,
don't ever tell them you're a lawyer.

Ally McBeal, you're up!

Thank you.

Do you know how long it takes
to cook a turkey?

Fifteen minutes a pound.

I got a 25-pound bird at home,
and here I am with Ingrid Yun,



diamond thief.

Does that look familiar?
How about the document you forged?

Or your passport?

Maybe this will jog your memory.

You ready to talk?

Yes, to my lawyer.

Thank you.

Really? You called me?

Parsons is the only number I know
by heart. I had them redirect it to you.

You know, the guy who always seems
to get out of sticky situations.

Well, the charges against you
have been dropped.

What?

I had them compare your fingerprints
to the thief's.

Any decent pawnbroker takes fingerprints
on a large-ticket item.

Again, what?

Let's just say friends in low places.

Thank you for coming
and for clearing my name.

Shall we get you a cab?
The pubs open in an hour.

Right, how can I forget
your big Thanksgiving Day plans.

Don't make fun, okay?

England versus Wales
in the Rugby World Cup qualifiers.

That's a big deal.

Mmm.

Well, I'm off to New Jersey.

My parents are hosting
a big Thanksgiving party.

Eating, drinking, parental bragging.

But first, I need to have a very serious
conversation with my sister. Ugh.

And an extremely long shower.

- Fuck.
- What?

Lassiter's moving the signing
up to Monday. As in 72 hours from now.

Why?

- To the office?
- To the office.

So what was prison like?

I met a nun.

♪ We can ride this train ♪

♪ We can own the day ♪

♪ The pressure's on
Breathe it in, breathe it out ♪

♪ We will be, we will be okay ♪

What could've happened
in the last eight hours

that warrants waking me up this early
on a federal holiday?

I slept with Javi.

Okay.

And yes, I love Anthony,
but it was good with Javi.

Like...

...real good.

Good enough to break up with Anthony?

Throw away my relationship
and the future we had planned,

all for one good, ugh, great dicking down?

And then what?

I mean...

...pre-Justin,
my longest relationship was two weeks.

Commitment advice?

That's Ingrid's department.

At least it was.

Am I the hot mess now?

Oh God. Am I a Charlotte
that thought she was a Samantha?

And am I not a Synclaire,
and instead a Regine?

Come on, Rachel. How many times
have you rewatched Sex and the City

and you still have not seen Living Single?
It's disrespectful.

Does Anthony know?

- About Living Single? Obviously.
- About Javi.

I don't think so.
He was asleep when I walked in.

Can I not keep one nice thing?

I seem to remember...

...some advice
from a very wise man at a Harlem brunch.

Something about being a mature adult
and telling the truth?

Ew. Using my own words against me,
that is so petty.

Especially when I recall you agreeing
with my boyfriend.

Oh yeah. What did we say again?

That admitting the truth was selfish.
So, yeah, I'm not gonna tell him.

Okay.

Good luck.

Anyway, Miss Mamet.
How'd your interview go?

It's fine.

Aka you nailed it.

So now you have the long weekend to write
the next Angels in America or Wicked.

Do you do musicals?

Okay. Calm down.

This is my first Thanksgiving away

from parental pressure
to marry, spawn, and make partner,

so I am definitely
not spending it working.

You could write about me.

Lactose-intolerant Tyler suffers
through mac and cheese

and his father's
third-degree interrogations

the day after he peaces out
on a New Yorker interview

and has wild, mind-blowing sex on a bar.

It's a real modern-day Greek tragedy.

Mm-hmm.

Um, excuse me. You neglected to mention
that pie was on the menu today.

No. No.

He and his roommates are doing
some sort of hippie Friends giving. No.

Cute.

You know, you have a point.

Of course I do.

About what though?

Playwright lawyer life starts today.

I'm gonna go to the office
and spend the day writing.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ My home's what's underneath my feet ♪

♪ I don't need much
I just want everything ♪

♪ Just want to be seen ♪

♪ I just want to be seen... ♪

♪ There's a way to deal
With the madness here ♪

♪ It's no big deal
When you have no fears ♪

♪ Just want to be seen... ♪

Okay.

♪ I'm done with these broken hearts ♪

♪ Chasing the same dreams
When we know who won ♪

♪ Oh we know, oh we know ♪

♪ Our hearts walk the empty streets ♪

♪ Chasing the same dreams
Killing for the crown ♪

♪ Walk the streets
Walk the streets ♪

Hey, babe.

I picked up our suits
and some of those super food smoothies

that I know you love.

Who are you
and what have you done to my boyfriend?

Your boyfriend wants
to make sure we look our best

when facing his parents on Thanksgiving.

Eight hours of sleep beats any smoothie.
What time you come in last night?

Late.

You know Rachel, always boy trouble.

Ty, can we talk?

Yeah.

You and I, we had big plans.

Get married after I won my first election
and after you made partner,

but things are different now.

I know
what happened yesterday wasn't cool...

And I recognize I was pushing you.

So from now on,
I'm gonna follow your lead.

Honestly, I just wanna get
through today without any drama.

Say no more.

United front. I got you.

I had a thought.

- Kinda out of the box, but...
- You know I love a big swing.

Join the campaign.

- You mean work for you?
- Work with me.

It'll look good. No gaps on your resume.

Campaign could use that big,
beautiful brain of yours.

Uh...

Now you can eat your mom's mac and cheese.

So?

What do you say?

I'll think about it.

I left my gym bag here,
so I've got extra clothes.

Okay, then.
First order of business, shower.

Can you keep this between us?

You're about
to use Marty's private bathroom, sure.

Yes. And that you got me out of jail?

No sense in disclosing a false arrest
two weeks away from partner announcements.

A person's arrest record
is their own business.

There's a towel in here
and some clean clothes.

Thanks.

Oh the plan.

You set up our call with Marty.
After that, we run our red lines.

Review our final signing documents against
the Mins' to make sure nothing's altered.

Then you're off to the pub,
and I catch the train home. Perfect.

It's a bit late in the day for that,
isn't it?

- Another late night at the office?
- You know it.

- Yeah. Well, you just missed Ted.
- Apparently, he has a bird to kill.

A bird to kill and a deal to close?

He's anxious about NewLeaf
gaining traction with shareholders

and forcing his hand
on renewable-energy requirements.

He wants this closed well in advance
of the shareholder meeting,

so we're gonna close the fucker now.

The Mins couriered over hard copies

of their
final signing document last night.

Understood. We're on it.

If you two expect
to make partner next month,

it's time to think like a partner.

- Of course.
- Oh one more thing.

The redlining software is down,

so you'll be manually checking
Min's hard copy against our latest draft.

All right. So, I don't know.

Happy Thanksgiving. Turn it off.

Off, idiot! Just close the...

He's testing us.
Giving us an impossible task on a holiday.

A test I'm gonna pass.

If making partner means
reviewing hundreds of pages, so be it.

What about Thanksgiving?
The Yun family bragging rights?

I'll take a later train.

As long as there's no discrepancies,
I should still make it in time for dinner.

Whatever you say.

Funny that you didn't call Nick.

Funny you weren't spending the day
with Victoria.

Fair enough.
You want the truth about Victoria?

The whole truth.

She was my client in London.

One thing led to another,
you know that part,

but one night,

she went through my briefcase
and saw something she shouldn't have.

So not only was I caught
in flagrante with a client,

but she used that intel
for her own benefit.

It blew up a huge deal
in the London office.

Why would you continue seeing someone
who'd do that to you?

I'm not exactly a traditional,
white-picket-fence kinda guy.

Trust me.

No one's saying you are.

But besides,
I would say Victoria isn't my soul mate.

Or was it destiny?

The line of my speech was "destiny."

Was it?

What in the world are you doing?

I'm proofing.

Overlaying our copy with Min's
to make sure they match.

That's cheating.

No. It's creative.

Plus, I'm worried about our health.

You know, the night before the GCSEs,

I went cross-eyed trying
to learn the Scottish play in one go.

Scottish play. Uh, Macbeth! That's it.

As much as I love The Bard,
I'm not sure now's the time.

No. I mean performing the documents.

You know Harold Rosenstein?
He's a big theater aficionado.

I heard that back in the day

he'd review final signing documents
by performing them.

I don't have your posh accent,
but here I go.

"Seller has maintained the carrying out

of regular penetration testing
on IT assets."

"Other than as set forth in this Section,"

no other representation or warranty

"shall be deemed to be made in respect
of intellectual-property matters."

"Sellers will indemnify Buyer
against any losses or damages..."

"...that arise from any breach by Target
of any representation or warranty,

excluding consequential damages."

Wait. "Excluding consequential damages"?
That's not in the original copy.

The Mins snuck it in.

With who knows what else.

We can sort this out.

Yeah, but not in the next three hours.

Look. This is no holiday for me.

I can take care of the rest of this
on my own. Trust me.

I'll leave no asset un-penetrated.

No. I'm not leaving
until the work is done.

Hey! What? Hey. Come in!

- Surprise!
- Yeah. How are you?

- Ah, it's good to see you. Oh!
- Here.

Thank you. Thanks.

Uh, yeah. Come in. We can...

Yeah, wow. I can't believe you came.
I thought you were gonna be writing.

Well, you know, can't miss out on the...

...pie.

Everyone's on a gratitude walk
right now, so they'll be back soon.

So, when you said "intentional community,"

I was imagining
a lot more, like, bunk beds, bean bags,

several housing-code violations.

My dad owns the building, so...

Um, sorry. Can't have alcohol.

It's part of
the whole "intentional community" thing.

- Anything else I should know?
- Don't say "Thanksgiving."

Cool. Colonialism sucks.

Anything else?

Yes. Can you pass me
the nutritional yeast, please?

So no booze, no patriarchy,
no animal by-product.

God, I hope you didn't lure me here
under the pretense of vegan pumpkin pie.

Hey. You never know.
You might actually really like it.

♪ When you realize my plan ♪

Hi, Uma. Hi, Appa.

Turkey's in the oven.
Are you on your way?

I'm sorry. Something came up at work,
and I can't make it tonight.

Of course. Work comes first.

We'll miss you.
I'll send leftovers.

- Is Nick still coming?
- Ah, he didn't wanna come without me.

Where are you? I need a buffer.

- Your sister has to work.
- Wait. Seriously?

Unfortunately, not all of us
can pawn off our responsibilities, Lina.

Hey, Mom, Dad.
Can I talk to Ingrid alone for a sec?

Oh sure. Bye, Ingrid.

Even for you, this is a real low.
Stealing the Larens' diamond earrings?

I thought they were yours!
And I wasn't stealing them.

I needed money for Cirque tryouts.
I'm gonna buy them back.

Good luck with that.

They were reported stolen

when the pawnshop learned
your certificate was fake.

You... You stole my identity.

I'm sorry. The pawnshop banned me.

I was arrested, Lina.

The cops are involved?

Shit.

Can you get Nick to drop the charges?

Ask him yourself.

Nick and I aren't exactly
on the same page right now.

Wait. Are you and Ken doll breaking up?

Like you care.

You know what?
I just feel bad for Mom and Dad

because they're stuck
with the fuck-up of the family today.

The Mins added
a "to the best of our knowledge" clause.

Cheeky bastards.

I'm almost done,

but we should finish reviewing this
before we call him.

Do you wanna talk about it?

I'm fine. Really.

It's just I never miss Thanksgiving and...

They're upset.

I see.

You're upset.

I don't wanna get into it.

Mmm...

Come on.

It's just been
a really rough couple weeks.

I lied to Z about his place
in the company,

and Ted's excitement
about green technology.

And here we are on a holiday,
making sure none of that happens.

There was the shit show
of the Diversity Gala.

My friends still won't speak to me.
Nick and I are...

I was arrested.

My sister...

My sister...

Now I'm missing my mom's
sweet and spicy turkey,

which she only makes once a year.

You know, I just...

I'm trying so hard
to do everything so right.

I mean,
why is everything just going wrong?

Hey.

Don't let anything get in your way.

You're brilliant.

You have a, frankly,
quite frightening work ethic,

and you are so close to making partner.

I believe in you.

PR disasters make history.

You ride this wave,

and you can change things.

Maybe we'll be teaching about you.

I'm not trying to make the history books.
I just want my life back.

I would love to hear more
about your unemployment platform.

Seeing as your boyfriend
just quit his job.

Frederick.

It is so good to have you both here.

Tyler, don't let this one go,
because we're keeping him.

So am I.

Turkey's delicious, Mom.

Thank you.

So when's the article coming out?

It didn't work out.

Oh.

We have a different plan, actually.

I've invited Tyler
to join my campaign.

Buried the lead, you two!

Nothing's official yet.

No, no, go on.
I wanna hear all about your new position.

Well, we haven't had a chance
to figure out all the details yet.

Tyler should've been on payroll
from the start.

He's always been the Michelle
to my Barack.

So I'm thinking we'll start him off
in a behind-the-scenes position at first.

- Yeah.
- Wonderful.

It's all settled, then.

Mmm.

You know what? It's not all settled.
Anthony, I don't wanna join your campaign.

Sorry, Mom and Dad,
if that doesn't meet your expectations.

Well, then, what do you intend to do?

I don't know. Okay?

I don't know what I want.

We've reviewed everything.

Thoroughly.

The only discrepancies I can find
between our copies and the Mins',

is that knowledge qualifier
and the consequential-damages exclusion.

They're hiding something.

I can feel it.

You wanna call Marty?

No. Think like a partner. Remember?

I'm calling the general counsel.

- Carter, hi. It's...
- Ingrid, hi. It's Z.

Oh hi. Happy Thanksgiving.

Or maybe not.
Not a great day for the birds.

You calling
to wish Carter a happy holiday,

or is this about the merger?

The merger.

Well, he has had one too many ciders.
I'll spare you the details.

- Right.
- I'll have him give you a call back. Uh...

- Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Ingrid.
- Happy Thanksgiving.

Fucking hell.

Wales scored. It's looking dire.

Well, Carter's too drunk to talk,
so he'll call us back when he sobers up.

All right. Well,
there's nothing to do until then.

And there are...

...one, two, three, four, five, six
one-star fast food restaurants open today

for us to choose from.

Uh, yeah. If I can't have my mom's turkey,
I'm just gonna have a Power Bar.

Suit yourself.

So, do you like it?

Oh my God, Justin, it's disgusting.

So we're in post on my documentary.

It's about this moose in Maine
who can't find a mate.

And enough about me.

What's your... your passion, Rachel?

Mmm. Um, Rachel writes plays.

You're a playwright. So am I.

Evidently our boy has a type.
Beautiful women who have a way with words.

Uh, she's a finalist
for the Syndicates Fellowship.

That's amazing.
So, what are you working on right now?

Oh um...

It's really hard to find time to write.

You know...

...gotta hit those billables.

That's why I work nights at the Bistro.

Flexible hours, gives me my morning time
to write. You could try that.

Girl, I would, but I just...
I don't do starving artist.

Sweetie, the world is dying.
So what's more important?

Cashing checks from a company

that's speeding us to our own demise,
or living out your truth?

- Paynes, that's not fair.
- It's okay.

Come in.

So, you say you don't know what you want,

but you sure know what you don't want.

Parsons Valentine, a job with Anthony...

It's a start.

And that's all it is.

A start.

You fell in love
with Ma and history in college.

Anthony knew he wanted
to run for office in high school.

I thought I knew what I wanted, but...

but now...

My path
isn't straight like yours.

You, uh, had me drive
to four different malls

to find that ridiculous bracelet.

It's a cuff, Dad.

And is it hideous?

What you once wanted,
you may not want anymore.

And?

You're not
a cuff-wearing teenager anymore...

or a Parsons Valentine associate.

Tyler.

You have the temperament for change,
and sometimes...

sometimes I wish I had the courage you do.

But no matter what you choose to be...

you will always be my son.

Ingrid! Ingrid!

Let me guess, England lost?

No, water's leaking out of Marty's office.

- I think you broke his shower.
- Fuck.

Happy Thanksgiving, Ingrid.

Hey, look. Everybody loves you.

Have I ever told you
you're a terrible liar?

You're real cute.

Cuddle puddle!

What the fuck is a cuddle puddle?

It's, uh... It's strictly PG.

That makes it worse!

- Why?
- I don't know! It's just weird!

It releases oxytocin, and lowers
blood pressure, and relieves stress.

That's what sex is for.

Found this under the couch cushion.

You can't be a lawyer.

I thought this paralegal thing
was supposed to be temporary.

Your dream is to be a camp director,
not some corporate sellout.

I'm sorry. Okay.

You guys...
You guys can all judge me, not Justin.

I'm sorry.
What do you care if he becomes a lawyer?

The only reason any of you can afford
this lifestyle and all of your "passions"

is because of him and his dad,

who bankrolls
this ridiculously stunning commune.

How's that for selling out?

Thank you, Rachel.

It's good to see you live your truth.

Oh my God.

♪ You tell me that you need me
That you can hardly see... ♪

This is dumb.

What? Is there something on my face?

No.

I'm just thinking about how much better
you look in my sweats than in that dress.

♪ You're trapped in your own mind
Baby, all your thoughts are spinnin' ♪

♪ Win or not, you're drowning ♪

♪ Hollow me a line now
When you drop to your skin... ♪

We can't.

The Yuns have turkey, the Murphys...

we have Scotch.

Come on. It's already open.

Mmm.

So what are the Murphys like?

Come on.
That's what this holiday's all about.

Besides, you heard all about mine.

My dad is the kind of man
who does whatever he wants,

no matter the consequence...

to his wife, to his kids.

When he finally fucked off for good,

he left me and my little sisters
with our mum.

We were poor, Ingrid.

Really fucking poor.

My mom, bless her,
she could never afford the likes of this.

I made a promise
that we'd never go back to that.

To both of us making partner.

To making partner.

♪ Old feeling, old foe... ♪

That was a little harsh.

Come to confiscate my alcohol?

No.

I, um...

I came to tell you that you were right.

We don't talk about it much,
but what... what you said about my dad

and my roommates is true.

They're right.

You shouldn't take the LSATs. You should...

You should live your truth, or whatever.

Truth?

Truth is...

you push me.

You're the one who challenges me to grow.

I'm a bourgeois millennial sellout.

And apparently it's contagious.

Don't let them get in your head.

Paynes once paid me $50
to break up with his boyfriend for him.

He has a point.

Does he?

I really wanna make play writing work...

but I'm scared about what that will take.

What made you wanna be a lawyer?

Well...

...when I was ten, our fridge broke.

My mom called customer service.

They heard her accent
and gave her a hard time.

Refused to fix it
even though it was still under warranty.

So I borrowed a book
on business correspondence

from the library and wrote Sears a letter.

Couple weeks later, a repairman came out
and fixed it free of charge.

That was my first taste of justice.

Righting something wrong.

It's Carter.

- Uh, which one of these is speaker?
- I don't know.

- Carter!
- Harvard!

We noticed some updates to the deal.

Oh yeah. Pops added those.

How thoughtful, but no.

I want you to remove
the knowledge qualifier

and exclusion of consequential damages.

I can't.
What Franklin Min does cannot be undone.

Okay. Be real with me here, Carter.
What's this really about?

Dad doesn't trust little bro.

What?

You know Z.
He's made some risky investments.

The changes are to protect
against Green Tech's "innovative" choices.

Oh snap, I gotta go.

Sorry I can't help you, Harvard.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Wait.

All they're worried about is Green Tech,
I mean, Ted wants to kill that anyway.

Okay. We'll let you carve
out consequentials

for Z's Green Tech division,
but only Green Tech.

The rest stays on the hook, as agreed.

And I'll let you keep
the knowledge qualifier.

Interesting. I'll have to run it
by my people.

It's now or never, Dartmouth.

I need to know.

Take it or kiss 2.9 billion goodbye.

Deal. We'll work out the details
first thing Monday.

Always a pleasure.

Ah!

You know what this means, right?

You're gonna be partner.

Say it again.

You're gonna be partner.

Kiss me.

♪ Forget about it ♪

♪ You made this mess
I'll knock at your door ♪

♪ Don't you ignore... ♪

♪ Every night ♪

♪ Got you runnin' in circles, I know ♪

♪ Touchin' me ♪

♪ Get your paws off my Dolce cologne ♪

♪ Back it up ♪

♪ Off my throne
'Cause you know you wanna ♪

♪ Make me ♪

♪ Walk away and forget about it ♪

♪ Hush ♪

♪ Hush ♪

♪ Don't think you've made it
Under my skin... ♪

♪ Forget about it ♪

♪ Don't talk so much ♪

♪ Your tongue is burning up
I've had enough ♪

How's your stomach?

Not great.

I'll go grab something.

- Don't do that.
- Do what?

Try and fix everything for me.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I slept with Javi.

And I don't wanna hurt you.

Fuck that.

This hurts, Tyler.

- I...
- Don't!

I need a minute.

Do you love him?

No.

How many times?

Once.

We can work through it.

When we first met,

all I wanted was
to be Parsons' next Raymond Vanderlin,

an Instagay...

...and most importantly, I wanted you.

And now you don't?

I have work to do
to figure out what I want and...

I can't do it on display,
or... or... or jeopardize what you want.

Seven years.

Seven years.

And you break up with me
at Thanksgiving with your family.

Great fucking timing.

- I think we need more chips.
- Mmm!

- Grab some water too.
- Okay.

Nick? Uh...

What are you doing here?

We're done.

Nick. Nick, wait.

I'm so sorry.

I think I had this hope
that you would actually fight for us.

Good luck, Ingrid.

♪ Every night ♪

♪ Got you runnin' in circles, I know ♪

♪ Touchin' me ♪

♪ Get your paws off my Dolce cologne ♪

♪ Back it up ♪

♪ Off my throne
'Cause you know you wanna ♪

♪ Make me ♪

♪ Walk away and forget about it ♪

♪ Don't act so special ♪

♪ Don't act so good
Forget about it ♪

♪ Every night ♪

♪ Got you runnin' in circles, I know ♪

♪ Touchin' me ♪

♪ Get your paws off my Dolce cologne ♪

♪ Back it up ♪

♪ Off my throne
'Cause you know you wanna ♪

♪ Make me ♪

- ♪ Walk away and forget about it ♪
- ♪ Hush ♪

♪ Hush ♪