So Help Me Todd (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
Bus pass right here...
Okay. Okay. Just pull it.
What... Mom! Hold
on. Sorry.
- Can you help me, please, Todd?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.
I got it. Ow. Up there.
I never should've asked you for
a ride to work this morning.
Well, who could've known that
my car would break down again?
You, Todd. You!
How long had your check
engine light been on?
I don't know, like,
seven or eight months.
I'm just saying,
engine lights are a suggestion.
It's something you can do
every few hundred miles,
or if you have the
time, or money.
I failed you as a parent.
Anyway, what's the big deal?
A.A. towed the car for
free, so it's no problem.
A.A.? Oh, well,
Alcoholics Anonymous
might tow your car for free, but
Triple A is a paid membership.
Just like I pay to have
my car serviced regularly
because that is what adults do.
They take responsibility
for their lives.
Sure. Right. Responsibility.
Sounds expensive.
Oh, what is more expensive
is waiting for things
to fall apart, and I'm the
one paying for it today,
and not to mention,
my car is in the shop
because you backed
it into a wall.
Okay, that wall was not
there, and then it was.
Oh, Todd, you are
going to the hospital
to borrow your sister's
car...
because I have court
this afternoon,
and I am not going through this
again in the rain on the bus.
Oh, you don't like
taking the bus?
Really? No, Todd. Go.
Goodbye. What?
Hi, Allison.
Hi, Mom. Uh, listen,
Todd is on his way over
to borrow your car.
Hi, Sarah, can you please
give this to Allister
and straighten it
out for God's sake.
Todd has a car.
Your old car, and I don't
want him "Toddifying" mine.
Yeah, well, my current
car is in the shop
because Todd backed
it into a wall.
This is not helping your case.
Allison, you are not
lending the car to Todd.
You are lending it
to me. Good morning.
Morning. And I'm gonna
be the one driving it,
and I will return it to
you safely, I promise.
I've got to go. Sorry. Bye.
What a mess. Good
morning, Francey.
Sean Phillips is
waiting in your office
to go over his
testimony for the trial.
Northbrook has a nice
write-up in The Sentinel.
A piece about how the boy genius
is expanding them beyond private
jets into commercial planes.
Media hound. Any mention
of the crash or the six
injured people or our client?
No. No mention. Of course not.
Oh. Wait, wait, wait.
What? Okay. Okay. Good, good.
Okay, Sean,
I have got one more
practice question for you.
Um, how has the accident,
the injury affected your life?
Well, when I lost my leg,
it took nine weeks to heal.
Mm-hmm. But I never
let up on the PT.
Just like today, I came
right after practice.
I've been training
for months now
so I can get back
in shape and compete
in the 2024 Paralympics.
Okay, okay, okay, Sean, um...
I'm gonna have to
interrupt you for a minute.
You have a very
positive mindset.
Won me two gold medals in Tokyo.
And all of Portland
admires you for that,
but the plane crash
changed everything.
A-A-And your injury...
I don't like to dwell on that.
But the other passengers, they
got very small settlements.
Yeah, for a sprained
ankle, a broken arm.
Nobody was hurt as bad as me.
And the jury needs
to understand that.
My leg was crushed
between two plane seats.
I was trapped
there for... hours,
and the doctors,
they tried to...
save my leg, but, uh...
a decision had to be made.
That was a horrible day.
But then...
What happened?
The bills.
Hospitals, anesthesia,
prosthetics.
They just kept coming and...
My own mom had to take
out a second mortgage
to help me pay my bills. My mom.
I'm a grown man. I should be
able to provide for myself,
and Northbrook
took that from me.
That was their mistake, their
plane, and they should pay up.
Mar, we were just
served with notice.
Northbrook is filing a motion.
They want to dismiss the case.
Hearing in two hours.
Of course
they'd pull that now.
What's going on? It's a ploy
these huge corporations use.
They file motions
to dismiss cases.
No, but it hasn't even started.
They're trying to scare us,
but we don't scare.
Chuck just detailed my car,
so please don't mess it up.
You don't trust me
with your things?
You set our microwave on fire.
Hey, metal staples fastening
tea bags to strings
is a terrible idea.
I stand by that.
Look, whatever. I'm not
borrowing your car. Mom is.
Okay, then tell Mom
to pick me up at 5:00,
sharp.
I'm an idiot.
Good morning. Hi.
Sorry we're late.
Uh, Sean, uh, this
is my son, Todd.
Uh, you both went to Wilson.
Wow. Hi. Yeah, I saw you break
the Wilson High
record in the javelin.
I legit cried. Oh,
good to meet you, man.
Did you have, uh,
Mr. Parks for physics?
Uh, thought we were all
living in the Matrix,
had hair everywhere
other than his own head?
Yes, I do remember.
Hey, Sean, can I
get your autograph?
Oh, yeah, man, of course.
Wait, is that him?
Gus Easton.
How is he the "master
of corporate law" in that suit?
He is from Seattle.
Attorney Wright.
Attorney Easton.
He's the worthy
opponent who guided
that jerk aerospace
CEO to success?
That dude's confident
he's gonna win.
I know that look. I've had it.
Come on, you're Sean Phillips.
There's no way we're
gonna lose this.
As long as we don't
get Judge Sauceda.
All rise.
Honorable Judge Sauceda.
Sean Phillips
v. Northbrook Aerospace.
We're here on defendant's
summary judgment motion.
Go ahead, counsel.
Thank you, Your Honor.
I'd like to present
the court with, uh...
Oh, come on, where
is it? Well...
Hold your horses. Here, here.
Here it is.
This joint report
from the FAA and NTSB
that we just received.
Uh, Your Honor,
I was not served,
and I need time to
review this report.
Let's just see
where this is going.
Their
investigation concluded
that Flight 254's accident
was an uncontrollable event.
Black ice, landing strip,
an act of God, so
we respectfully
request a dismissal,
as this report confirms that
Northbrook is not at fault.
Uh, Your Honor,
our pilot witness
will testify that he flew
the plane without error.
Therefore, a malfunction
had to have occurred.
Yes, I've read your compelling
witness declaration,
but in light of this report,
I'm inclined to grant
the motion and dismiss.
Your Honor, our hometown hero
and decorated Olympian
now has a prosthetic limb
and over half a million
dollars in medical debt.
Objection. Irrelevant. This
is a government agency report.
It is not binding on the court,
and over a quarter of them
are wrong anyway, and... Wait.
Just last week, the EPA
reversed its findings
in the Foregrave matter.
You have my attention.
I need adequate time
to review the report.
I'm asking for one week.
I'll grant you a
48-hour continuance.
48 hours isn't
enough time, is it?
Is it? Sean,
don't worry,
I am going to make
Northbrook pay
for what they did
to you. I promise.
Attorney Easton.
Attorney Wright.
You cannot go around
filing an ex parte
for a nonemergency.
It is frivolous.
Frivolous? Well, we
wouldn't want that.
But, you know, waiting till
trial would've harmed my client,
and that's an
emergency to me, so...
Aren't there vending
machines on this floor?
I would never pull a
surprise attack like that.
It is disrespectful and...
I wasn't aware I was
pulling anything.
Wait, aren't you supposed
to be some Portland...
powerhouse attorney?
Getting all twisted
up about an ex parte.
Was I on a different floor when
I saw those vending machines?
I need some chips or something.
You and I both know that my
client deserves every penny
we can wring out of
Northbrook's greedy clutches.
Yes, we do both know that,
but you have to do the wringing.
And I don't have to help you.
I want those boxes of discovery
in my office by noon today.
Mm. I'll see what I can do.
I just have a hard time
keeping track of my briefs.
Well... please
keep track of them,
from now on. I would.
You would keep
track of my briefs?
Honestly, he's wearing
corduroy pants.
Opposing counsel, in
court, in corduroy.
I mean, where do you
even buy corduroy?
Uh, corduroy store?
No one should wear corduroy,
except Princess Diana,
and only that once.
Okay, and why do we care
about this guy's pants again?
Because he's infuriating.
He is a hustler, he's a shyster,
and he is from Seattle.
He's trying to pull
one over on me,
but I know exactly
what he's going to do.
He's going to try to
bury us in paperwork
to waste what precious
little time we have.
It's just like that Mark
Buffalo movie Open Waters.
Uh, pretty sure Open
Water's a shark movie,
but Mark Ruffalo was in a
movie called Dark Waters.
No.
Mark "Rah-fallo" is in a
movie with Anne Hathburne
that you made me watch,
and he played a lawyer.
Yeah, in corduroy pants.
Dark Waters. No.
Todd, we got 48 hours
to find a needle in
a mound of paperwork,
so let's... Wait,
why are you driving?
What? No, Todd.
No. A-Allison wants me...
This can't be all of it.
I triple-checked
with the mail room.
Wh-What about those?
Unrelated. I'm an associate,
so my office is
part storage room.
Hmm.
What was that?
Uh, my office is
part storage room
and right next to the, uh...
My God, you can hear everything.
I am so sorry, Susan.
When I was an associate lawyer,
my office was basically
in the kitchen.
Bet you had a
chair, though, huh?
Okay. Let's see what this
Gus the shark has sent us.
Uh, let's see, weather maps
and graphs for the
day of the accident.
That's to establish cold weather
for their "act of God" theory.
Peer-reviewed scientific paper
on the hazards of black ice.
And a mechanic's report
signed by a "Konner Preston."
Wait, what's going
on with his name?
There's bits of ink
behind the letters. Look.
And look.
The line below, there's
some pieces missing,
like something was whited out.
And then another
name was written over the top.
There was another... Mechanic.
Okay.
Todd, Susan and I
are going to scour
the rest of this
paltry paperwork.
You go and track
down Konner Preston.
"Track down" like interview, or
"track down" kidnap and kill?
Don't encourage him.
You're going to go find
this person and
find out what name
is missing from this
form. Go. Find out.
He's not funny.
He's a little funny.
Oh.
Konner Preston?
That's right. Sorry, you are?
Rich Riddington, FAA.
Just had a few questions about
some report you
filled out regarding
Northbrook model 22-75.
Yeah, that's me. Is there
a problem with my work?
No, no, no, confidential
FAA form, ghost protocol.
No, not a problem, per se,
but, uh, typically,
we ask for the
original of a report,
and it looks like
this is a copy.
Yeah. Uh, I was
told by my boss...
Thing is, it sort of looks like
there was a different signature
here underneath, and
it was whited out.
Know anything about that?
That's above my pay grade.
Eh, see, this is your signature,
so it's exactly your pay grade.
Who was the first mechanic?
Tyesha Johnson?
I need to speak to her.
She, uh...
She doesn't work here anymore.
She's dead? No! No.
Look, I'm not supposed
to say anything.
About murdering her? No!
She's not dead. She's working
at some shop in Hillsboro.
Shop in Hillsboro...
I-I don't know.
Just-just leave me alone.
Excellent work, everybody.
And where and when
did you valet park
Allison's car for $25?
Outside your office. I
obviously couldn't get into
the garage, and I didn't
have money for a meter,
and I didn't want to
get another ticket.
Another ticket?
Whatever. Those red
light traffic cams
are unconstitutional.
And it won't be
Allison in the photo.
It'll be me, so
she can contest it.
And you could help
her. You're a lawyer.
Marvelous. Okay, so
what makes you think
that this Tyesha
Johnson works here?
Well, I can't give
away patented trade secrets,
but cold calling the only two
non-Northbrook airplane
repair shops in Hillsboro
did yield quick
results.
All right. Let's go
in, but I remind you
that we are running out of time,
so I will handle the talking.
Oh, right, right, I was born
to just listen and smile.
Not one word.
Tyesha Johnson?
I don't know you.
I'm Margaret Wright. I
work for Sean Phillips,
the athlete that was
injured... You have to go. Now.
We're trying to hold Northbrook
accountable for the...
Are you? Or are you
from Northbrook,
trying to shake me down
because Sean Phillips
is suing your ass?
As I said,
I am Sean Phillips'
attorney, Margaret Wright.
We want to hold
Northbrook accountable
for the accident and
get damages for Sean.
And you can help us.
We think that you examined
the plane after it crashed
and they're burying your report.
What did they say
caused the crash?
Black ice.
It isn't the ice?
It's the cold.
When the temperature falls below
freezing, the actuator fails,
and the arm won't deploy
during landing. It'll crash.
And that was in your report.
Yes, but also, I told
them several times
before the accident,
but they ignored me every time.
I-I can't talk
here. It's not safe.
You have to go. Is
that guy watching you?
Please just go.
Tyesha, wait, wait.
If they didn't listen
to you, I'm sorry,
but if they are trying to harass
you into silence, we can help.
Whistleblowers are
protected by the law.
But if no one comes forward
to testify, there will be
more accidents and more victims.
You should go.
Hey, Mom, uh, take
a selfie with me.
The two of us. Come on. Okay.
Come on. Higher. There.
Okay. Let me see.
Who is he?
I don't know, but Tyesha's
definitely scared of him.
Would Northbrook have goons?
No. They're too
smart for that.
They'd hire someone else
to do their dirty work.
Car is registered
to a Nathan Shaw.
Investigator at Nugent
Cross Public Relations.
I knew it, and now we're
dealing with a fixer
from an infamous
and hideous PR firm.
An investigator, so
he's basically me.
Except he's a
licensed professional
with a working vehicle, so I'd
say he skews more toward me.
So unnecessary.
"Hi. Uh, this is Tyesha Johnson.
"Come to my house right now.
4660 Westwood Terrace."
Come on.
You're welcome.
4660. That's it.
Is that...?
That's him.
Tyesha?
Tyesha! Tyesha!
Tyesha.
She's not here.
She's gone.
If you wait 48 hours, I don't
know what's gonna happen to her.
She could be dead! Uh, yes,
a potential witness for...
Yes, call the judge. Great.
Yes, I understand. I understand.
No, no, I do not understand!
Thank you, Detective.
When my daughter Tyesha
returns from Madagascar,
I will have her cancel this
card, and you can bank on that.
Double dead end, huh?
Well, we didn't find anything.
No documents, no emails,
nothing relating to Northbrook.
Yeah, that Nathan
guy cleaned her out.
There's no computers, phones,
hard drives, flash drives.
We are running out of
time, and the only way
we are going to defeat
this motion for Sean
is if she testifies.
What? What are you staring at?
She did the entire
Sunday crossword.
That's very challenging.
This guy looks
like her boyfriend.
Maybe he has some
idea where she is.
What is Tyesha's
relationship status on Insta?
Insta? Did you just say Insta?
I do pay attention, Todd.
I wasn't born under some...
Your sister
is going to kill you.
Has it ever occurred to
you that I am actually,
and legally, an
adult? Meaning?
It means that I have
my own independence.
I choose what time I go to bed,
if I go to bed at night.
I can eat as much cereal and
candy as I want, and I do,
and I'm a P.I., sort of,
and I'm doing just fine.
I'm merely saying that the rest of
us manage... No, the rest of you
spend a little bit
too much time worrying
about what I'm
doing, to be honest.
But if you take responsibility
for someone's car,
then you have to...
Things happen.
Like with Tyesha. Is
it her responsibility
that some goon is following her?
Yes, technically, yes.
She was whistleblowing
on Northbrook,
but, philosophically, no.
She was trying to
keep people safe.
This is apples to oranges.
It has zero to do with fruit.
I don't think this Nathan guy
knows where Tyesha is, either.
Why not?
Because there he
is, right there,
outside Tyesha's
boyfriend's house.
How do you
think he found him?
Instagram and the white
pages, just like we did.
He's one step ahead of us.
What are we going to do?
Has he seen us?
What if he's dangerous?
We're gonna beat this
idiot at his own game.
Do you have any duct
tape in your purse?
Okay, all right, bandages.
This will do. Now, I need
you to distract that idiot
in the sedan while I
attach this tNAB tracker
to the back of his
car. Distract him?
Yeah. Why? What are we doing?
Wait, what if he's a maniac?
What-what if he has a Taser?
Are you seriously,
you're asking me to just
go over there and just
chit-chat about what?
I mean, what am I gonna talk
to him about? I don't know him.
I'm... Well, you know
who I am, don't you?
And I know who you are.
You're Nathan Shaw.
But the question is...
What do you want?
Uh, just... you
know... Come on.
Spy to spy, how much
you getting paid?
Buzz off, punk.
Oh.
Um, I'm just, I'm
just thinking, you know,
maybe I could pick
up a shift or two
here and there, you
know what I mean?
I honestly have no idea
what you're talking about.
I'm just thinking
maybe I should work
for your PR firm.
Right? Me? Right?
Todd Wright. You
work for your mom.
I know, but I'm
not getting any benefits.
And she is terrible.
I mean, she can't even put
a bandage on a situation.
If I see
you anywhere near
our business again, this
is gonna escalate in ways
you're not gonna
like. Got it? Got it.
Don't-don't-don't...
Hold on, no, wait,
what's your sign?
Please, do not go.
No, wait, wait!
Wait, wait!
I did it.
Thank you for your
time, Mr. Mobley.
We-we do have a few questions.
Listen, I don't
know Sean Phillips,
and I don't know you,
so I can't really help...
Look, Tyesha's missing.
She was being followed, and
her place was ransacked.
She's in trouble,
in real trouble.
Damn.
I was hoping that
was all over for her.
What's all over? Has she
been followed before?
Back when she was
working at Northbrook,
they were flying a bunch of
their new commercial airplanes.
While Tyesha was
working on one of them,
she found a flawed part.
She tried to report it
to her superiors, but...
they didn't want to
hear. So that must have
been the plane that Sean was
flying on. So they fired her?
No.
They followed her, harassed her.
All up until she quit.
It's the reason why we broke up.
I just couldn't take it anymore,
and I just mentally checked out.
Anyways, when I got home
about 30 minutes ago,
this was on my doorstep.
Can I see that?
Wait. It's addressed
to "OKFBHO SGJANC"?
Yeah. That's my name in code.
Tyesha loves that kind of stuff.
This here...
This is all in code.
And-and you don't know...?
No, I don't know.
Maybe it was for you.
I just know I don't want
any part of this anymore.
Just please leave. Please.
Lyle can probably
crack that code.
Oh, and I can't?
I can crack code.
Well, of course you can, but...
Oh, dear God.
Mm. Mm, mm.
Kind of looks like a Vigenère
cipher, but I don't think so.
Yeah, whatever that is,
Einstein. Don't you think
it looks more like
a made-up language,
like Elvish or
Klingon or Wakandan?
A made-up language
like Wakandan?
Yeah. Are you asking me
if this code is a language
from a fictional country
from the Marvel Universe?
I just thought you'd know
if it was Lord of the Rings
or Star Trek or Marvel
because, you know...
you're a nerd.
What?
Lord of the Rings
is not a comic book.
It is a book book.
And Star Trek is a
movie and TV franchise.
Okay, right, but they both
have made-up languages.
And by the way, Wakanda's
a fictional place,
but there are three real
African languages spoken there:
Xhosa, Yoruba and Hausa.
Only in the comic book do
they have fictional languages,
and this is a
billion-dollar... Wow.
You really are a
nerd, aren't you?
Which Hogwarts house are you?
You a Slytherin? Oh.
Got any Sith tattoos
I should know about?
Okay, who's the
nerd now, Sheldon?
Oh, my tNAB.
Aha! Looks like the device
my mom attached to
the goon's car is
suspiciously close
to Northbrook HQ.
Okay, I got to go, but you take
a crack at that code, Bones.
You're an investigator,
not a doctor, damn it.
Mom, I can't talk right now.
Nathan led us straight to
Dirk, the CEO of Northbrook!
They are connected,
and I am getting photo
evidence as we speak.
Did you promise that we would
pick your sister up
from work today? What?
Did I? No. Maybe.
Did I? I thought you
were supposed to do that.
You never told me that, Todd.
Where are you? Look, I
can't talk right now.
Allison says you promised
we would pick her up
from work today. She has
called you 27 times...
Hi.
Todd! What's happening?
Please. Please, this
is my sister's car.
Please. No!
Oh.
Yeah. This is... how
I imagined it going.
Look, it's not as
bad as you think.
I mean, what's
one broken window?
It makes you look tough.
And there's no bird poop
inside, just... glass.
You're fixing this.
That is right, Todd. It
is your responsibility.
And you... And you
are paying for it
because he has no money,
and I loaned the car to you.
I'm going inside.
Glass shards. Glass shards in my
jacket. Did you say "grass shards"?
It actually was grass
shards and glass shards.
Allison, what a lovely dinner
you've set for us all tonight.
And the hen is just a... Cold.
But really good. Mostly.
Oh, I can just pop it in
the microwave for you...
Chuck, sit down. Oh.
Todd, apologize to
your sister for the car
and for making us so late.
What? Late because someone
attacked me with a baseball bat?
Attacked you or
attacked the car?
Oh, thank you so much
for your concern, Chet.
Actually, uh, it was a fixer,
an evil fixer who wants me, and
by proxy, Allison's car, dead.
I have photos of him
with Dirk Dobkin.
Dirk Dobkin? CEO
of Northbrook?
We just did a profile on him.
I saw that in this
morning's paper.
You went very easy on him
despite the controversy,
despite the plane
crash. Wait. Can I just
go heat up my food
in the microwave?
Because I'm hungry,
and it's cold.
It's cold?
I waited for you to pick
me up outside in the cold
for an hour and a half,
and that was after working
a ten-hour shift at the ER.
Chuck had to come
down and get me.
And then I had to
rush this dinner,
which I make on a weekly basis,
for my entire family.
And then you guys were
late, so it gets cold.
And now, I'm reduced to
being this put-upon harpy
who's made furious by the
antics of the idiot in her life.
Well, it's not that cold.
It's charmingly
cold. I can eat it.
Allison. Allison, you're angry,
and you have every right to be.
You feel taken for granted.
I actually... I
don't want to hear
what I am from you.
Angry is justified?
I'm not interested in your
interpretation of this.
And if you have a
problem with that wine,
oh, my God, I swear... Oh,
no. No, the wine is fine.
It's lovely. Yeah.
It's very fine wine.
God, I'm so sick of doing
this week in and week out.
Do we have Cornish hens
week in and week out?
I-I think what Allison
is trying to say is that
maybe it would be nice
if someone said
"Thank you" for once.
Oh, thank you.
Allison, thank you.
No. Thank you.
I don't want "Thank you." I
don't care about "Thank you."
I... Thank you. Thank you.
Just eat.
Chet?
How many profiles has The
Sentinel done on Dirk Dobkin?
Three in three years?
That seems like a lot.
More than average,
that's for sure.
But Northbrook is always
hungry for good press,
and they're very protective
of their image. Uh-huh.
How would they feel about
a human interest story
on an Olympic athlete who
got injured in an accident
on one of Northbrook's planes?
An accident they're denying
any responsibility for?
Mm-hmm. They'd hate it.
Yes. Oh.
Fine.
You go right ahead,
you-you do your press.
Oh, we already have a
reporter very interested
from The Portland Sentinel.
They want to hear
the full story.
You know what? Northbrook
denies any responsibility,
and if you suggest otherwise,
we will sue your firm
and Sean for libel.
Of course you will,
but as you know,
truth is the best
defense against libel.
And Sean and I want
to know the truth
about how accident 254 happened.
About the faulty actuator,
about what Northbrook
and Dirk Dobkin knew
and when they knew it.
But is that the truth your
side wants to come out?
So perhaps you'd like to settle.
We should meet.
As soon as possible.
Just go somewhere private
and call her back.
Tell them we're still a
go. This won't change that.
Will do.
Oh. Hey, uh, where's
the restroom?
Oh, it's just, uh, that way,
second door on the left.
Oh.
Sylvia Smith, of
sound mind and body,
did bequeath a Marjorie Smith...
Sorry for the interruption.
This is my associate,
Mr. Wright. Can I help you, sir?
Hey, hi. Oh.
Hi. Nice. Sorry. Uh, listen,
uh, just go about
what you are doing.
We can't do that
because we need privacy.
Mr. Wright,
this is the reading of a will.
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
Artificial plant.
Well, not if you water
it daily.
Dirk wanted me
to give you a call.
Oh, this is so exciting. What
happens in the next room?
Shh.
Please. It's the bathroom.
No. No, no, don't worry.
The kid will sign, so
keep production going.
Now, listen, I think...
Okay. There you go. You win.
We can settle right now
for one million dollars
wired into your account
by this afternoon.
One million dollars?
Enough to pay off your
debt. What do you think?
Yes. Yes, we'll take it.
All right. We'll sign.
Okay. Here's our NDA. Mm-hmm.
No, thank you.
Okay. Now, I have
a question about...
Is he gonna sign it?
Not until I've read this.
Karen... from Delaware. Um...
You used to play
cricket. Uh, gentlemen,
um, I think that my client
and I just need a-a second
to discuss this contract.
We'll be right back. Come.
Sean, there is something
you should know
before you sign this NDA.
I thought you said it was fine
to sign if the number was right.
I mean, with a million dollars,
I won't have to
file for bankruptcy.
That is true, but...
we now believe that the faulty
part that caused your crash
was installed on Northbrook's
entire new fleet of planes.
What does that
have to do with me?
I mean, they'll have
to fix it, right?
I overheard Dirk's
assistant saying
that they were settling with you
so the launch date
can remain as is.
Launch date? MARGARET:
Northbrook is about
to release an entire
new fleet of planes
exactly like the one
that caused your crash.
And they have no intention of
fixing them before the release,
because it would
cost them millions.
And with missed deliveries
and lost sales, billions.
So all these
planes could crash, too?
I mean, why would they do that?
Why wouldn't they
just fix them first?
Northbrook has calculated
a small probability of a crash.
It only happens in
the extreme cold.
And since there were no
deaths on your flight,
it seems that they would rather
pay the insurance premiums
and keep business going.
So, this all falls on me?
I have to stand up to
this giant corporation?
If we refuse this settlement,
there is no guarantee
that we will win in court.
But if you sign this NDA, no
one will ever hear this story,
and Dirk Dobkin can
keep his faulty planes
up in the air.
I just want to restart my life.
Sean, I want you to know
that it wouldn't be just you
standing up to a
giant corporation.
We'd be right there
with you. Yeah.
A million dollars
is a lot of money.
We are not
going to sign the NDA.
There's not
gonna be another offer.
This is it.
So just sign the
NDA. Okay. Easy now.
Easy. Easy, Dirk.
It's all right.
All right. Hey.
You want to take a break?
Yeah. Take a break. Yeah.
I got it.
Counsel, if your client
doesn't take this offer,
there is no money for him.
My client is not going
to sign something
that will put the lives of
future Northbrook passengers
in jeopardy... a responsibility
that is rightfully
your client's.
I've ruled out
all the go-to ciphers.
It's not any modern
or ancient language.
I believe she created
this code herself.
Wait. Hold on. This
is the crossword
that was on Tyesha's fridge.
All the answers
are wrong. See?
Okay, 40 down. "Jeff
Goldblum versus spacemen"?
She wrote "Alien
Prometheus." That's not it?
No, it's Independence
Day. Huh.
Huh. She loves puzzles.
Has a mind for wordplay.
This isn't a woman
who'd get one answer wrong,
let alone all of them.
Let me look at this journal.
Do you
think that's the key?
I do. If we don't find
Tyesha, Sean gets nothing.
Let's hope it's a simple cipher.
Write the alphabet
across the top
and the same on the left down.
Okay.
We got a team effort.
Okay, now I know my
ABCs. What's next?
Yes. Thank you.
Send it to me.
Here we go.
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
Find the letter "F,"
then go down to "A." "F," "A."
"D." "D."
Okay. "N" and "O."
"N, O" is "R."
"D, R." "J, K."
"I." "D, R, I."
"A, S." "S." That's, uh, "V."
"V."
"M, E." Is... "E."
"Drive." That's "E." Drive.
We may have something here.
Let's keep going.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, okay.
It is, uh, right there.
Do you want...?
Spelling. You were spelling.
And "J, Z." I don't even know
what Jay-Z the rapper is.
Uh-huh. "D."
One, one.
It's a link to a
Google Drive address.
We need a password.
What about Sean Phillips?
Oh, uh, what about
the boyfriend?
Uh, Justin Mobley.
Oh, uh, well, this is actually
an address slip right here
with Justin's name in code.
Try that, yes.
OKFBHO...
SGJANC.
Oh, my goodness.
That did the trick.
Look at
that. It worked.
It is all of
Tyesha's documents.
Reports, videos of
the faulty part,
list of affected aircraft, an
email chain with Northbrook.
She has everything.
I found it.
We need to find
Tyesha immediately.
You have court in
two and a half hours.
Okay, send me those docs.
Okay. Okay. Just pull it.
What... Mom! Hold
on. Sorry.
- Can you help me, please, Todd?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.
I got it. Ow. Up there.
I never should've asked you for
a ride to work this morning.
Well, who could've known that
my car would break down again?
You, Todd. You!
How long had your check
engine light been on?
I don't know, like,
seven or eight months.
I'm just saying,
engine lights are a suggestion.
It's something you can do
every few hundred miles,
or if you have the
time, or money.
I failed you as a parent.
Anyway, what's the big deal?
A.A. towed the car for
free, so it's no problem.
A.A.? Oh, well,
Alcoholics Anonymous
might tow your car for free, but
Triple A is a paid membership.
Just like I pay to have
my car serviced regularly
because that is what adults do.
They take responsibility
for their lives.
Sure. Right. Responsibility.
Sounds expensive.
Oh, what is more expensive
is waiting for things
to fall apart, and I'm the
one paying for it today,
and not to mention,
my car is in the shop
because you backed
it into a wall.
Okay, that wall was not
there, and then it was.
Oh, Todd, you are
going to the hospital
to borrow your sister's
car...
because I have court
this afternoon,
and I am not going through this
again in the rain on the bus.
Oh, you don't like
taking the bus?
Really? No, Todd. Go.
Goodbye. What?
Hi, Allison.
Hi, Mom. Uh, listen,
Todd is on his way over
to borrow your car.
Hi, Sarah, can you please
give this to Allister
and straighten it
out for God's sake.
Todd has a car.
Your old car, and I don't
want him "Toddifying" mine.
Yeah, well, my current
car is in the shop
because Todd backed
it into a wall.
This is not helping your case.
Allison, you are not
lending the car to Todd.
You are lending it
to me. Good morning.
Morning. And I'm gonna
be the one driving it,
and I will return it to
you safely, I promise.
I've got to go. Sorry. Bye.
What a mess. Good
morning, Francey.
Sean Phillips is
waiting in your office
to go over his
testimony for the trial.
Northbrook has a nice
write-up in The Sentinel.
A piece about how the boy genius
is expanding them beyond private
jets into commercial planes.
Media hound. Any mention
of the crash or the six
injured people or our client?
No. No mention. Of course not.
Oh. Wait, wait, wait.
What? Okay. Okay. Good, good.
Okay, Sean,
I have got one more
practice question for you.
Um, how has the accident,
the injury affected your life?
Well, when I lost my leg,
it took nine weeks to heal.
Mm-hmm. But I never
let up on the PT.
Just like today, I came
right after practice.
I've been training
for months now
so I can get back
in shape and compete
in the 2024 Paralympics.
Okay, okay, okay, Sean, um...
I'm gonna have to
interrupt you for a minute.
You have a very
positive mindset.
Won me two gold medals in Tokyo.
And all of Portland
admires you for that,
but the plane crash
changed everything.
A-A-And your injury...
I don't like to dwell on that.
But the other passengers, they
got very small settlements.
Yeah, for a sprained
ankle, a broken arm.
Nobody was hurt as bad as me.
And the jury needs
to understand that.
My leg was crushed
between two plane seats.
I was trapped
there for... hours,
and the doctors,
they tried to...
save my leg, but, uh...
a decision had to be made.
That was a horrible day.
But then...
What happened?
The bills.
Hospitals, anesthesia,
prosthetics.
They just kept coming and...
My own mom had to take
out a second mortgage
to help me pay my bills. My mom.
I'm a grown man. I should be
able to provide for myself,
and Northbrook
took that from me.
That was their mistake, their
plane, and they should pay up.
Mar, we were just
served with notice.
Northbrook is filing a motion.
They want to dismiss the case.
Hearing in two hours.
Of course
they'd pull that now.
What's going on? It's a ploy
these huge corporations use.
They file motions
to dismiss cases.
No, but it hasn't even started.
They're trying to scare us,
but we don't scare.
Chuck just detailed my car,
so please don't mess it up.
You don't trust me
with your things?
You set our microwave on fire.
Hey, metal staples fastening
tea bags to strings
is a terrible idea.
I stand by that.
Look, whatever. I'm not
borrowing your car. Mom is.
Okay, then tell Mom
to pick me up at 5:00,
sharp.
I'm an idiot.
Good morning. Hi.
Sorry we're late.
Uh, Sean, uh, this
is my son, Todd.
Uh, you both went to Wilson.
Wow. Hi. Yeah, I saw you break
the Wilson High
record in the javelin.
I legit cried. Oh,
good to meet you, man.
Did you have, uh,
Mr. Parks for physics?
Uh, thought we were all
living in the Matrix,
had hair everywhere
other than his own head?
Yes, I do remember.
Hey, Sean, can I
get your autograph?
Oh, yeah, man, of course.
Wait, is that him?
Gus Easton.
How is he the "master
of corporate law" in that suit?
He is from Seattle.
Attorney Wright.
Attorney Easton.
He's the worthy
opponent who guided
that jerk aerospace
CEO to success?
That dude's confident
he's gonna win.
I know that look. I've had it.
Come on, you're Sean Phillips.
There's no way we're
gonna lose this.
As long as we don't
get Judge Sauceda.
All rise.
Honorable Judge Sauceda.
Sean Phillips
v. Northbrook Aerospace.
We're here on defendant's
summary judgment motion.
Go ahead, counsel.
Thank you, Your Honor.
I'd like to present
the court with, uh...
Oh, come on, where
is it? Well...
Hold your horses. Here, here.
Here it is.
This joint report
from the FAA and NTSB
that we just received.
Uh, Your Honor,
I was not served,
and I need time to
review this report.
Let's just see
where this is going.
Their
investigation concluded
that Flight 254's accident
was an uncontrollable event.
Black ice, landing strip,
an act of God, so
we respectfully
request a dismissal,
as this report confirms that
Northbrook is not at fault.
Uh, Your Honor,
our pilot witness
will testify that he flew
the plane without error.
Therefore, a malfunction
had to have occurred.
Yes, I've read your compelling
witness declaration,
but in light of this report,
I'm inclined to grant
the motion and dismiss.
Your Honor, our hometown hero
and decorated Olympian
now has a prosthetic limb
and over half a million
dollars in medical debt.
Objection. Irrelevant. This
is a government agency report.
It is not binding on the court,
and over a quarter of them
are wrong anyway, and... Wait.
Just last week, the EPA
reversed its findings
in the Foregrave matter.
You have my attention.
I need adequate time
to review the report.
I'm asking for one week.
I'll grant you a
48-hour continuance.
48 hours isn't
enough time, is it?
Is it? Sean,
don't worry,
I am going to make
Northbrook pay
for what they did
to you. I promise.
Attorney Easton.
Attorney Wright.
You cannot go around
filing an ex parte
for a nonemergency.
It is frivolous.
Frivolous? Well, we
wouldn't want that.
But, you know, waiting till
trial would've harmed my client,
and that's an
emergency to me, so...
Aren't there vending
machines on this floor?
I would never pull a
surprise attack like that.
It is disrespectful and...
I wasn't aware I was
pulling anything.
Wait, aren't you supposed
to be some Portland...
powerhouse attorney?
Getting all twisted
up about an ex parte.
Was I on a different floor when
I saw those vending machines?
I need some chips or something.
You and I both know that my
client deserves every penny
we can wring out of
Northbrook's greedy clutches.
Yes, we do both know that,
but you have to do the wringing.
And I don't have to help you.
I want those boxes of discovery
in my office by noon today.
Mm. I'll see what I can do.
I just have a hard time
keeping track of my briefs.
Well... please
keep track of them,
from now on. I would.
You would keep
track of my briefs?
Honestly, he's wearing
corduroy pants.
Opposing counsel, in
court, in corduroy.
I mean, where do you
even buy corduroy?
Uh, corduroy store?
No one should wear corduroy,
except Princess Diana,
and only that once.
Okay, and why do we care
about this guy's pants again?
Because he's infuriating.
He is a hustler, he's a shyster,
and he is from Seattle.
He's trying to pull
one over on me,
but I know exactly
what he's going to do.
He's going to try to
bury us in paperwork
to waste what precious
little time we have.
It's just like that Mark
Buffalo movie Open Waters.
Uh, pretty sure Open
Water's a shark movie,
but Mark Ruffalo was in a
movie called Dark Waters.
No.
Mark "Rah-fallo" is in a
movie with Anne Hathburne
that you made me watch,
and he played a lawyer.
Yeah, in corduroy pants.
Dark Waters. No.
Todd, we got 48 hours
to find a needle in
a mound of paperwork,
so let's... Wait,
why are you driving?
What? No, Todd.
No. A-Allison wants me...
This can't be all of it.
I triple-checked
with the mail room.
Wh-What about those?
Unrelated. I'm an associate,
so my office is
part storage room.
Hmm.
What was that?
Uh, my office is
part storage room
and right next to the, uh...
My God, you can hear everything.
I am so sorry, Susan.
When I was an associate lawyer,
my office was basically
in the kitchen.
Bet you had a
chair, though, huh?
Okay. Let's see what this
Gus the shark has sent us.
Uh, let's see, weather maps
and graphs for the
day of the accident.
That's to establish cold weather
for their "act of God" theory.
Peer-reviewed scientific paper
on the hazards of black ice.
And a mechanic's report
signed by a "Konner Preston."
Wait, what's going
on with his name?
There's bits of ink
behind the letters. Look.
And look.
The line below, there's
some pieces missing,
like something was whited out.
And then another
name was written over the top.
There was another... Mechanic.
Okay.
Todd, Susan and I
are going to scour
the rest of this
paltry paperwork.
You go and track
down Konner Preston.
"Track down" like interview, or
"track down" kidnap and kill?
Don't encourage him.
You're going to go find
this person and
find out what name
is missing from this
form. Go. Find out.
He's not funny.
He's a little funny.
Oh.
Konner Preston?
That's right. Sorry, you are?
Rich Riddington, FAA.
Just had a few questions about
some report you
filled out regarding
Northbrook model 22-75.
Yeah, that's me. Is there
a problem with my work?
No, no, no, confidential
FAA form, ghost protocol.
No, not a problem, per se,
but, uh, typically,
we ask for the
original of a report,
and it looks like
this is a copy.
Yeah. Uh, I was
told by my boss...
Thing is, it sort of looks like
there was a different signature
here underneath, and
it was whited out.
Know anything about that?
That's above my pay grade.
Eh, see, this is your signature,
so it's exactly your pay grade.
Who was the first mechanic?
Tyesha Johnson?
I need to speak to her.
She, uh...
She doesn't work here anymore.
She's dead? No! No.
Look, I'm not supposed
to say anything.
About murdering her? No!
She's not dead. She's working
at some shop in Hillsboro.
Shop in Hillsboro...
I-I don't know.
Just-just leave me alone.
Excellent work, everybody.
And where and when
did you valet park
Allison's car for $25?
Outside your office. I
obviously couldn't get into
the garage, and I didn't
have money for a meter,
and I didn't want to
get another ticket.
Another ticket?
Whatever. Those red
light traffic cams
are unconstitutional.
And it won't be
Allison in the photo.
It'll be me, so
she can contest it.
And you could help
her. You're a lawyer.
Marvelous. Okay, so
what makes you think
that this Tyesha
Johnson works here?
Well, I can't give
away patented trade secrets,
but cold calling the only two
non-Northbrook airplane
repair shops in Hillsboro
did yield quick
results.
All right. Let's go
in, but I remind you
that we are running out of time,
so I will handle the talking.
Oh, right, right, I was born
to just listen and smile.
Not one word.
Tyesha Johnson?
I don't know you.
I'm Margaret Wright. I
work for Sean Phillips,
the athlete that was
injured... You have to go. Now.
We're trying to hold Northbrook
accountable for the...
Are you? Or are you
from Northbrook,
trying to shake me down
because Sean Phillips
is suing your ass?
As I said,
I am Sean Phillips'
attorney, Margaret Wright.
We want to hold
Northbrook accountable
for the accident and
get damages for Sean.
And you can help us.
We think that you examined
the plane after it crashed
and they're burying your report.
What did they say
caused the crash?
Black ice.
It isn't the ice?
It's the cold.
When the temperature falls below
freezing, the actuator fails,
and the arm won't deploy
during landing. It'll crash.
And that was in your report.
Yes, but also, I told
them several times
before the accident,
but they ignored me every time.
I-I can't talk
here. It's not safe.
You have to go. Is
that guy watching you?
Please just go.
Tyesha, wait, wait.
If they didn't listen
to you, I'm sorry,
but if they are trying to harass
you into silence, we can help.
Whistleblowers are
protected by the law.
But if no one comes forward
to testify, there will be
more accidents and more victims.
You should go.
Hey, Mom, uh, take
a selfie with me.
The two of us. Come on. Okay.
Come on. Higher. There.
Okay. Let me see.
Who is he?
I don't know, but Tyesha's
definitely scared of him.
Would Northbrook have goons?
No. They're too
smart for that.
They'd hire someone else
to do their dirty work.
Car is registered
to a Nathan Shaw.
Investigator at Nugent
Cross Public Relations.
I knew it, and now we're
dealing with a fixer
from an infamous
and hideous PR firm.
An investigator, so
he's basically me.
Except he's a
licensed professional
with a working vehicle, so I'd
say he skews more toward me.
So unnecessary.
"Hi. Uh, this is Tyesha Johnson.
"Come to my house right now.
4660 Westwood Terrace."
Come on.
You're welcome.
4660. That's it.
Is that...?
That's him.
Tyesha?
Tyesha! Tyesha!
Tyesha.
She's not here.
She's gone.
If you wait 48 hours, I don't
know what's gonna happen to her.
She could be dead! Uh, yes,
a potential witness for...
Yes, call the judge. Great.
Yes, I understand. I understand.
No, no, I do not understand!
Thank you, Detective.
When my daughter Tyesha
returns from Madagascar,
I will have her cancel this
card, and you can bank on that.
Double dead end, huh?
Well, we didn't find anything.
No documents, no emails,
nothing relating to Northbrook.
Yeah, that Nathan
guy cleaned her out.
There's no computers, phones,
hard drives, flash drives.
We are running out of
time, and the only way
we are going to defeat
this motion for Sean
is if she testifies.
What? What are you staring at?
She did the entire
Sunday crossword.
That's very challenging.
This guy looks
like her boyfriend.
Maybe he has some
idea where she is.
What is Tyesha's
relationship status on Insta?
Insta? Did you just say Insta?
I do pay attention, Todd.
I wasn't born under some...
Your sister
is going to kill you.
Has it ever occurred to
you that I am actually,
and legally, an
adult? Meaning?
It means that I have
my own independence.
I choose what time I go to bed,
if I go to bed at night.
I can eat as much cereal and
candy as I want, and I do,
and I'm a P.I., sort of,
and I'm doing just fine.
I'm merely saying that the rest of
us manage... No, the rest of you
spend a little bit
too much time worrying
about what I'm
doing, to be honest.
But if you take responsibility
for someone's car,
then you have to...
Things happen.
Like with Tyesha. Is
it her responsibility
that some goon is following her?
Yes, technically, yes.
She was whistleblowing
on Northbrook,
but, philosophically, no.
She was trying to
keep people safe.
This is apples to oranges.
It has zero to do with fruit.
I don't think this Nathan guy
knows where Tyesha is, either.
Why not?
Because there he
is, right there,
outside Tyesha's
boyfriend's house.
How do you
think he found him?
Instagram and the white
pages, just like we did.
He's one step ahead of us.
What are we going to do?
Has he seen us?
What if he's dangerous?
We're gonna beat this
idiot at his own game.
Do you have any duct
tape in your purse?
Okay, all right, bandages.
This will do. Now, I need
you to distract that idiot
in the sedan while I
attach this tNAB tracker
to the back of his
car. Distract him?
Yeah. Why? What are we doing?
Wait, what if he's a maniac?
What-what if he has a Taser?
Are you seriously,
you're asking me to just
go over there and just
chit-chat about what?
I mean, what am I gonna talk
to him about? I don't know him.
I'm... Well, you know
who I am, don't you?
And I know who you are.
You're Nathan Shaw.
But the question is...
What do you want?
Uh, just... you
know... Come on.
Spy to spy, how much
you getting paid?
Buzz off, punk.
Oh.
Um, I'm just, I'm
just thinking, you know,
maybe I could pick
up a shift or two
here and there, you
know what I mean?
I honestly have no idea
what you're talking about.
I'm just thinking
maybe I should work
for your PR firm.
Right? Me? Right?
Todd Wright. You
work for your mom.
I know, but I'm
not getting any benefits.
And she is terrible.
I mean, she can't even put
a bandage on a situation.
If I see
you anywhere near
our business again, this
is gonna escalate in ways
you're not gonna
like. Got it? Got it.
Don't-don't-don't...
Hold on, no, wait,
what's your sign?
Please, do not go.
No, wait, wait!
Wait, wait!
I did it.
Thank you for your
time, Mr. Mobley.
We-we do have a few questions.
Listen, I don't
know Sean Phillips,
and I don't know you,
so I can't really help...
Look, Tyesha's missing.
She was being followed, and
her place was ransacked.
She's in trouble,
in real trouble.
Damn.
I was hoping that
was all over for her.
What's all over? Has she
been followed before?
Back when she was
working at Northbrook,
they were flying a bunch of
their new commercial airplanes.
While Tyesha was
working on one of them,
she found a flawed part.
She tried to report it
to her superiors, but...
they didn't want to
hear. So that must have
been the plane that Sean was
flying on. So they fired her?
No.
They followed her, harassed her.
All up until she quit.
It's the reason why we broke up.
I just couldn't take it anymore,
and I just mentally checked out.
Anyways, when I got home
about 30 minutes ago,
this was on my doorstep.
Can I see that?
Wait. It's addressed
to "OKFBHO SGJANC"?
Yeah. That's my name in code.
Tyesha loves that kind of stuff.
This here...
This is all in code.
And-and you don't know...?
No, I don't know.
Maybe it was for you.
I just know I don't want
any part of this anymore.
Just please leave. Please.
Lyle can probably
crack that code.
Oh, and I can't?
I can crack code.
Well, of course you can, but...
Oh, dear God.
Mm. Mm, mm.
Kind of looks like a Vigenère
cipher, but I don't think so.
Yeah, whatever that is,
Einstein. Don't you think
it looks more like
a made-up language,
like Elvish or
Klingon or Wakandan?
A made-up language
like Wakandan?
Yeah. Are you asking me
if this code is a language
from a fictional country
from the Marvel Universe?
I just thought you'd know
if it was Lord of the Rings
or Star Trek or Marvel
because, you know...
you're a nerd.
What?
Lord of the Rings
is not a comic book.
It is a book book.
And Star Trek is a
movie and TV franchise.
Okay, right, but they both
have made-up languages.
And by the way, Wakanda's
a fictional place,
but there are three real
African languages spoken there:
Xhosa, Yoruba and Hausa.
Only in the comic book do
they have fictional languages,
and this is a
billion-dollar... Wow.
You really are a
nerd, aren't you?
Which Hogwarts house are you?
You a Slytherin? Oh.
Got any Sith tattoos
I should know about?
Okay, who's the
nerd now, Sheldon?
Oh, my tNAB.
Aha! Looks like the device
my mom attached to
the goon's car is
suspiciously close
to Northbrook HQ.
Okay, I got to go, but you take
a crack at that code, Bones.
You're an investigator,
not a doctor, damn it.
Mom, I can't talk right now.
Nathan led us straight to
Dirk, the CEO of Northbrook!
They are connected,
and I am getting photo
evidence as we speak.
Did you promise that we would
pick your sister up
from work today? What?
Did I? No. Maybe.
Did I? I thought you
were supposed to do that.
You never told me that, Todd.
Where are you? Look, I
can't talk right now.
Allison says you promised
we would pick her up
from work today. She has
called you 27 times...
Hi.
Todd! What's happening?
Please. Please, this
is my sister's car.
Please. No!
Oh.
Yeah. This is... how
I imagined it going.
Look, it's not as
bad as you think.
I mean, what's
one broken window?
It makes you look tough.
And there's no bird poop
inside, just... glass.
You're fixing this.
That is right, Todd. It
is your responsibility.
And you... And you
are paying for it
because he has no money,
and I loaned the car to you.
I'm going inside.
Glass shards. Glass shards in my
jacket. Did you say "grass shards"?
It actually was grass
shards and glass shards.
Allison, what a lovely dinner
you've set for us all tonight.
And the hen is just a... Cold.
But really good. Mostly.
Oh, I can just pop it in
the microwave for you...
Chuck, sit down. Oh.
Todd, apologize to
your sister for the car
and for making us so late.
What? Late because someone
attacked me with a baseball bat?
Attacked you or
attacked the car?
Oh, thank you so much
for your concern, Chet.
Actually, uh, it was a fixer,
an evil fixer who wants me, and
by proxy, Allison's car, dead.
I have photos of him
with Dirk Dobkin.
Dirk Dobkin? CEO
of Northbrook?
We just did a profile on him.
I saw that in this
morning's paper.
You went very easy on him
despite the controversy,
despite the plane
crash. Wait. Can I just
go heat up my food
in the microwave?
Because I'm hungry,
and it's cold.
It's cold?
I waited for you to pick
me up outside in the cold
for an hour and a half,
and that was after working
a ten-hour shift at the ER.
Chuck had to come
down and get me.
And then I had to
rush this dinner,
which I make on a weekly basis,
for my entire family.
And then you guys were
late, so it gets cold.
And now, I'm reduced to
being this put-upon harpy
who's made furious by the
antics of the idiot in her life.
Well, it's not that cold.
It's charmingly
cold. I can eat it.
Allison. Allison, you're angry,
and you have every right to be.
You feel taken for granted.
I actually... I
don't want to hear
what I am from you.
Angry is justified?
I'm not interested in your
interpretation of this.
And if you have a
problem with that wine,
oh, my God, I swear... Oh,
no. No, the wine is fine.
It's lovely. Yeah.
It's very fine wine.
God, I'm so sick of doing
this week in and week out.
Do we have Cornish hens
week in and week out?
I-I think what Allison
is trying to say is that
maybe it would be nice
if someone said
"Thank you" for once.
Oh, thank you.
Allison, thank you.
No. Thank you.
I don't want "Thank you." I
don't care about "Thank you."
I... Thank you. Thank you.
Just eat.
Chet?
How many profiles has The
Sentinel done on Dirk Dobkin?
Three in three years?
That seems like a lot.
More than average,
that's for sure.
But Northbrook is always
hungry for good press,
and they're very protective
of their image. Uh-huh.
How would they feel about
a human interest story
on an Olympic athlete who
got injured in an accident
on one of Northbrook's planes?
An accident they're denying
any responsibility for?
Mm-hmm. They'd hate it.
Yes. Oh.
Fine.
You go right ahead,
you-you do your press.
Oh, we already have a
reporter very interested
from The Portland Sentinel.
They want to hear
the full story.
You know what? Northbrook
denies any responsibility,
and if you suggest otherwise,
we will sue your firm
and Sean for libel.
Of course you will,
but as you know,
truth is the best
defense against libel.
And Sean and I want
to know the truth
about how accident 254 happened.
About the faulty actuator,
about what Northbrook
and Dirk Dobkin knew
and when they knew it.
But is that the truth your
side wants to come out?
So perhaps you'd like to settle.
We should meet.
As soon as possible.
Just go somewhere private
and call her back.
Tell them we're still a
go. This won't change that.
Will do.
Oh. Hey, uh, where's
the restroom?
Oh, it's just, uh, that way,
second door on the left.
Oh.
Sylvia Smith, of
sound mind and body,
did bequeath a Marjorie Smith...
Sorry for the interruption.
This is my associate,
Mr. Wright. Can I help you, sir?
Hey, hi. Oh.
Hi. Nice. Sorry. Uh, listen,
uh, just go about
what you are doing.
We can't do that
because we need privacy.
Mr. Wright,
this is the reading of a will.
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
Artificial plant.
Well, not if you water
it daily.
Dirk wanted me
to give you a call.
Oh, this is so exciting. What
happens in the next room?
Shh.
Please. It's the bathroom.
No. No, no, don't worry.
The kid will sign, so
keep production going.
Now, listen, I think...
Okay. There you go. You win.
We can settle right now
for one million dollars
wired into your account
by this afternoon.
One million dollars?
Enough to pay off your
debt. What do you think?
Yes. Yes, we'll take it.
All right. We'll sign.
Okay. Here's our NDA. Mm-hmm.
No, thank you.
Okay. Now, I have
a question about...
Is he gonna sign it?
Not until I've read this.
Karen... from Delaware. Um...
You used to play
cricket. Uh, gentlemen,
um, I think that my client
and I just need a-a second
to discuss this contract.
We'll be right back. Come.
Sean, there is something
you should know
before you sign this NDA.
I thought you said it was fine
to sign if the number was right.
I mean, with a million dollars,
I won't have to
file for bankruptcy.
That is true, but...
we now believe that the faulty
part that caused your crash
was installed on Northbrook's
entire new fleet of planes.
What does that
have to do with me?
I mean, they'll have
to fix it, right?
I overheard Dirk's
assistant saying
that they were settling with you
so the launch date
can remain as is.
Launch date? MARGARET:
Northbrook is about
to release an entire
new fleet of planes
exactly like the one
that caused your crash.
And they have no intention of
fixing them before the release,
because it would
cost them millions.
And with missed deliveries
and lost sales, billions.
So all these
planes could crash, too?
I mean, why would they do that?
Why wouldn't they
just fix them first?
Northbrook has calculated
a small probability of a crash.
It only happens in
the extreme cold.
And since there were no
deaths on your flight,
it seems that they would rather
pay the insurance premiums
and keep business going.
So, this all falls on me?
I have to stand up to
this giant corporation?
If we refuse this settlement,
there is no guarantee
that we will win in court.
But if you sign this NDA, no
one will ever hear this story,
and Dirk Dobkin can
keep his faulty planes
up in the air.
I just want to restart my life.
Sean, I want you to know
that it wouldn't be just you
standing up to a
giant corporation.
We'd be right there
with you. Yeah.
A million dollars
is a lot of money.
We are not
going to sign the NDA.
There's not
gonna be another offer.
This is it.
So just sign the
NDA. Okay. Easy now.
Easy. Easy, Dirk.
It's all right.
All right. Hey.
You want to take a break?
Yeah. Take a break. Yeah.
I got it.
Counsel, if your client
doesn't take this offer,
there is no money for him.
My client is not going
to sign something
that will put the lives of
future Northbrook passengers
in jeopardy... a responsibility
that is rightfully
your client's.
I've ruled out
all the go-to ciphers.
It's not any modern
or ancient language.
I believe she created
this code herself.
Wait. Hold on. This
is the crossword
that was on Tyesha's fridge.
All the answers
are wrong. See?
Okay, 40 down. "Jeff
Goldblum versus spacemen"?
She wrote "Alien
Prometheus." That's not it?
No, it's Independence
Day. Huh.
Huh. She loves puzzles.
Has a mind for wordplay.
This isn't a woman
who'd get one answer wrong,
let alone all of them.
Let me look at this journal.
Do you
think that's the key?
I do. If we don't find
Tyesha, Sean gets nothing.
Let's hope it's a simple cipher.
Write the alphabet
across the top
and the same on the left down.
Okay.
We got a team effort.
Okay, now I know my
ABCs. What's next?
Yes. Thank you.
Send it to me.
Here we go.
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
Find the letter "F,"
then go down to "A." "F," "A."
"D." "D."
Okay. "N" and "O."
"N, O" is "R."
"D, R." "J, K."
"I." "D, R, I."
"A, S." "S." That's, uh, "V."
"V."
"M, E." Is... "E."
"Drive." That's "E." Drive.
We may have something here.
Let's keep going.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, okay.
It is, uh, right there.
Do you want...?
Spelling. You were spelling.
And "J, Z." I don't even know
what Jay-Z the rapper is.
Uh-huh. "D."
One, one.
It's a link to a
Google Drive address.
We need a password.
What about Sean Phillips?
Oh, uh, what about
the boyfriend?
Uh, Justin Mobley.
Oh, uh, well, this is actually
an address slip right here
with Justin's name in code.
Try that, yes.
OKFBHO...
SGJANC.
Oh, my goodness.
That did the trick.
Look at
that. It worked.
It is all of
Tyesha's documents.
Reports, videos of
the faulty part,
list of affected aircraft, an
email chain with Northbrook.
She has everything.
I found it.
We need to find
Tyesha immediately.
You have court in
two and a half hours.
Okay, send me those docs.