The Good Fight (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Social Media and Its Discontents - full transcript

Basically,

some people are just better
at things than others.

That's what coding makes you realize.

The number seven is the number seven.

If you call it the number eight,

you don't actually make
it the number eight,

you just embarrass yourself.

Likewise, men are better
at invention than women.

Just a fact.

Now, this makes SJWs upset.

They think there's
something wrong with the fact



and they want to change it.

But go to a Google search

and type in "she invents"

and it'll ask, "Did
you mean he invents?"

Or it did until a year ago.

You want to know why
there's an alt-right?

Because Google just
changed its algorithm

so the cucks wouldn't be offended

that men invent...

- and women barely contribute to soci...
- _.

That's just one posting
flagged as problematic

by my moderators.

Here are...

4,758 more.



That's why I called you here today.

And also I wanted to see

what my new Midwest
law firm looked like.

We're glad to have you here, Mr. Gross.

Thanks, Diane.

Not quite as many white faces
as at my other law firms.

Um, I have a little gift for you guys.

Here you go.

VoilÃ.

Pass those around both directions.

He misspelled my name.

He's bringing in 86 million a year.

I'll teach him how to spell your name.

Here is what I need.

A term of service.

I have two sites that have become

like the Wild West of racism and sexism.

My Facebook-like service
Chummy Friends and, Scabbit.

And here's a sample from that.

- "Great, it's..."
- Black History Month.

Gives all those porch monkeys an excuse

to be more annoying than usual.

I'm sure you'll be disgusted
by what you find in here,

but it's not just bad,

it's also hurting my business.

It scares off online advertising.

So, you want us to come up with a code

in order to delete certain posts?

Yes, and which users should be banned.

Now, look, Diane,

this is not something I have
to worry about with the ACLU.

I own these services.

I can control them in any way I see fit.

I notice only eyes for Diane.

We got to talk to her.

Make sure he's our client, too.

And now here's the bad news for you.

Disney is threatening to pull

all of its advertising from my sites,

so I need a TOS by 5:00 p.m. today.

Ooh, ooh.

So, I hope no one needs
to use the bathroom.

You know what, one last thing.

I love that this firm
is African-American.

I look at all your faces and...

and I see hope.

So, we should probably
split up into groups.

No, let's divide up the posts.

Agreed. Everybody take a pile.

Let's have racist posts here,

anti-Semitic right here,
and at the end up there

- we'll have threatening posts.
- We might need another pile.

What?

- "I would love to see you..."
- Dead.

Not because you're a feminist,

but because you're an
enormous fucking bitch.

- Misogynistic posts here.
- All righty. Let's get to it.

Good God.

This one is disgusting...

Dad, I've been working
pretty hard lately,

but, um, I'll try.

- I have to go.
- Well, it's just been two weeks.

I don't know how long
I'll be out on bail.

But the problem is, I'm an associate.

I don't control my own fate.

Come by tonight. I'll
make Irish coffees.

Okay. I will.

I really have to go
now. Diane is calling me.

See you tonight.

"Think we wouldn't chop
you up, too, and do the s..."

Wait, stop. Read the whole thing again.

- Read-read that again.
- Okay.

"You're such a hypocrite."

You chop up baby parts
and drop them in dumpsters.

Why don't you think we
wouldn't chop you up, too,

and do the same?

It's politics.

- It's a political point of view.
- No, it's a threat.

He suggests he'll
chop up the respondent.

No, he's saying why
shouldn't he chop her up?

- He's pointing out the hypocrisy.
- Seriously?

- He clearly means it as intimidating.
- It's the equivalent of me...

taking your political thinking
to its logical conclusion.

If you don't treat an
unborn baby as human,

then why don't we not
treat you as human?

Okay, why don't we vote on this?

Excuse me. You're an
associate. I'm the partner.

- Come on, Julius.
- There's no reason to call rank.

Okay, wait, wait. Let's compromise.

Lucca, start a political pile.

We'll-We'll decide on it later.

Then should we vote on this one?

Is this a threat?

- "Here's a..."
- Thought experiment.

If The Purge were real, who
would you set out to rape?

For me, it'd be Zendaya.

Threat. Clearly a threat.

Wait a second. He didn't
actually threaten to rape her.

It seems to me he's
talking about a movie.

Are you seriously defending this?

No, I'm not defending this.

I'm making a legal distinction
between a threat, a real threat,

and a crude, misogynistic comment.

You're saying the person has
to say, "I want to rape you"?

The person has to say,
"I am going to rape you."

Everything else is protected speech.

So, we can't do anything
about it if the person writes,

"I want to" instead of "I'm going to."

Actually, we can do anything we want.

Mr. Gross owns these sites.

He can legally set
whatever terms he wants.

Yes, but the terms have to be fair.

Okay, so, here we go.

- "I want to..."
- Rape you.

I want to come to your house and ra...

If this were another century,
I could fuck you until you bl...

The cucks could never admit
to wanting to rape you.

These posts are all
from the same person.

Directed at the same person?

Yes. Ten posts about rape.

So, shouldn't that person be banned?

It's not just about threats.

It's about continual harassment.

Well, isn't the problem here
that we're thinking of censoring

based on sensitivities and not content?

Does that matter?

I think it does.

And if I'm attacked 50 times a day?

Then I sympathize with you,

but I don't think speech
should be judged by those

who feel the most harmed.

- "I'm hoping they..."
- Find your address.

I hope they cut off your nipples

and rape you in a pool of blood.

This is one of 50 posts
sent to my account.

But that's about your
parents' scandal, right?

My guess is yes,

but sometimes they're so
busy discussing my rape

that they,

they don't have time to
state their reasoning.

I think we should vote on banning users

who continually send harassing posts.

Here's the problem for us.

You know what continual means,
I know what continual means.

How do we define it?

There are people out
there who will quibble.

Yeah, but Mr. Gross wants
us to come up with a code.

That's the bottom line. Otherwise,
we're just filing papers.

Hey. What's up?

See you today.

What? I can't hear you.

I need to see you today at lunch.

What color panties are you wearing?

I don't know. I'm color blind.

I was in a plea bargaining
session when I realized

I sent someone to jail for 30 years

because I hadn't gotten laid.

You wanted to talk?

Y-yeah,

I'll have to get back to you on that.

Four hours.

Sir, I just don't understand
why we're undercutting

our most important case by
letting the suspect out on bail.

Look at this salad.

Are there any actually good salads?

Chinese chicken salad?

I mean, the cashews
and oranges are good,

but the rest is just salad.

Sir, as important as
this conversation is,

the most hated man in
Illinois is out on bail.

Why are you so concerned
about what Kresteva is doing?

Because I think he's
hurting more important cases.

He's trying to save Illinois money

on these police brutality cases.

So, if he makes
Reddick/Boseman an example,

he scares off 20 other firms.

If he has to let this Henry
Rindell guy out on bail

to make his case, so be it.

Yes, sir.

Wait.

This is what I can do.

You've just been made
oversight head of...

whatever, we'll figure
out the title later.

I want you to supervise
the Reddick/Boseman cases.

- What? Why?
- Because you're obsessed.

I'm harnessing your obsession.

Report back to me on their progress.

Will I have veto power?

No. Oversight power.

- What is that?
- It's like a drone without bombs.

Why is it that whenever
I get a promotion,

I feel like I'm being demoted?

It's a good question.

Tell me when you find out the answer.

Seriously, we can't ban
every use of the N-word.

Yes, you can.

- The only question is how...
- No, no.

Every rap lyric on the planet

would go out the window, Diane.

What about Huckleberry Finn?

Yes, that would be unfortunate.

All those times Huckleberry
Finn is quoted in tweets.

Here's the problem.

They did a study that showed

that 50% of Twitter's misogyny

was perpetrated by women.

So, if we're banning

misogynistic posts and racist posts...

Wait, I read that
study. It was bogus.

Yeah, I did, too. It's
like they just counted

the words "slut" and
"whore" as misogynistic.

Right, and a lot of the women

used the word "slut"
as in "slut-shaming."

Which supports my contention.

We need to be language neutral.

Yeah, but that's not what you said.

Yeah, I'm going.

Who is that?

I'm bored.

Teach me something.

Come on, seriously.

Teach me how to do your job.

I could be an investigator.

What's that? Why are you
doing that to the photos?

Measuring the distance between
the shell casing and the body.

God, this one's grisly.

Have you ever seen a
dead body in person?

Yes.

- How many?
- Six.

I've seen 12.

Suicide bomb on a bus.

I got to the scene just afterwards.

It's weird how normal it was.

- Can be.
- Except for the kid.

There was a baby in a stroller.

Okay, what do you want to know?

- How do you become an investigator?
- Get a license.

I can't investigate
unless I have a license?

Well, you can, but you'll get caught.

God, that's what's killing
initiative in this country.

Everything needs a license.

Well, you can always assist
a licensed investigator.

Like you?

No, no, that's not what I'm saying.

- But you said it.
- No.

I said, in the abstract...

Um, Maia Rindell, please.

Yeah, she's in there. Hang on.

Are they American citizens?

- What?
- Has your dad called you?

Why?

God, look at you.

- You hate me.
- You're trying to destroy my dad.

- How should I look?
- I'm not destroying Henry.

I'm just trying to keep
him from destroying me.

And you. I'm not the enemy here.

You turned evidence.

Because your dad was doing the same.

Okay, good.

We talked. We understand each other.

- You should go.
- Maia,

your dad is gonna call
you in the next day or two

and ask you to meet him to talk.

Just the two of you.

He'll try to make it sound
casual... drinks or something.

If he does that, say no.

- Why?
- He'll be wearing a wire.

He'll try to get you to
say something incriminating

about me, about this firm.

Maybe even about yourself.

Why do I trust you?

Because I'm your uncle,
and I'm on your side.

My uncle, who is sleeping with my mom.

Is that what Lenore said?

I walked in on you two.

- I've got to get back to work.
- Say no, Maia.

If your dad calls to talk to you,

tell him you can't meet.

Yeah, ready?

Hold on. Whoa, whoa.

Hello?

Dad... I've...

I can't do tonight, sorry.

Why not?

- Work.
- Well, then, maybe I'll come to you.

No, no.

Not tonight.

Let me see if I can
arrange another night.

Maia, please, we need to talk.

Tell me on the phone.

No, it's better if we do it in person.

Tomorrow night.

Let me see what I can do.

Love you.

You know what the worry is.

Our rules are gonna be
used for political ends.

We have simply been asked to
create a civil atmosphere...

No, we've been asked
to create fair rules

for expelling members.

If all of those members
are conservative...

- They aren't all conservative.
- Yes, they are.

Every example we've used is about

passionate pro-lifers intimidating

poor, helpless little pro-choicers.

That's because the intimidation
is coming from the right.

Well, the censorship
is coming from the left!

No, but I have a... could I...

Guys? Guys. Could I
please say something?

Okay, the problem here is

and always will be context, right?

I mean, we can't create
one-size-fits-all rules,

so what we need is an appeal process.

Keep going.

Well, say someone harasses
more than 13 times,

or threatens more than twice.

They are kept from posting
any more until a panel...

reviews their work.

Then the person is given the chance

to defend him or herself.

Can we agree on that?

Julius?

- Yes.
- Good.

So we just kicked our problem
down the road to an appeal process.

Doesn't it feel good?

Ho, ho, ho.

This is gonna be fun.

So come on in. Um, have a seat.

Sorry,

they still haven't
delivered my furniture.

Well, that's okay.

Feels like we should have
barbecue and franks here.

My dad called. Um...

he wanted to meet,
alone, without a lawyer.

Okay, well, that's not
necessarily anything.

My uncle Jax, he warned me
that my dad would wear a wire.

Could you, um, reach up there

and hand me that pad there?

So, this just happened?

Yeah, yeah, today.

My dad, he wanted to meet
tonight, but I said I couldn't.

- Good girl.
- Playing "Goodie"...

by Good Girl.

No. Stop.

Ada, stop.

Sorry, it's this thing Fantasia got me.

- Ada, stop playing!
- Volume up.

Go ahead, it wears itself out.

- What should I do?
- Well...

I know what I want you to do,

but you may not want to.

What?

I said I know what I want you to do.

No, no, no, I heard that. Um...

What do you want me to do?

Feed him false information.

Do you know who Travis Leopold is?

- No.
- He's a real estate magnate...

with $8 million in
business at your law firm.

- I never heard of him.
- Because I just made him up.

If your dad asks about your business,

act worried.

He'll ask you why you're worried.

You tell him you can't talk about it.

If he lets it go, he's
not wearing a wire.

But if he pushes you,

tell him Adrian Boseman
backdated earnings

for Mr. Leopold to
help him with his taxes.

And Mr. Leopold gifted your firm

with a bonus of $800,000.

I can't do that.

Yeah, yeah.

That's why I said you
might not want to do it.

I mean, the other option
is don't see your dad.

Okay, um...

Here we go.

Thank you.

But if you do do it,

record it.

Just turn on your iPhone and...

hit "record."

Wanna have dinner
with me tomorrow night?

Dinner...

or dinner dinner?

You'll have to explain the difference.

Dinner is fucking.

Dinner dinner is a date, then fucking.

Okay. Dinner dinner.

No.

Hi, I'm Felix Staples.

My heroes are Christopher Hitchens,

Wyndham Lewis, Andrew Brietbart,

Yitzhak Rabin, and Lil' Kim.

Hello, Mr. Staples.

We've been appointed
to hear your appeal.

Great. Mind if I stand?

I... please do.

Who did you vote for
in the last election?

- Excuse me?
- Who did you vote for for president?

- I'm not gonna answer that.
- Why not?

It's irrelevant.

Really? Your politics
are irrelevant to this?

Mr. Boseman, you gave
$8,564 to Hillary Clinton.

Diane Lockhart, you gave...

- Where'd you get that?
- Public records.

$18,860 to Hillary.

Barbara Kolstad,

you gave $23,000 to,

wait, let me check...
want to get this right.

- Hillary.
- What about me?

What about you?

- How much money did I give to Trump?
- I don't know.

I didn't check your contribution

'cause it doesn't fit my narrative.

$7,500.

Great. Write your own narrative.

Mine is that I'm a martyr

to your political correctness.

- Maybe not yours.
- I win.

I guessed you would say
"political correctness"

- within the first five minutes.
- Well, that was almost funny.

You know, you're in an
unfortunate position to be funny

because you're all
Tom and Katie Buellers.

Who is Tom Bueller?

They're the parents in Ferris Bueller.

Nobody likes the parents.

Everybody likes me. Right?

The funny guy. The guy who doesn't care.

Good to know, Mr. Staples.

Is that your appeal, that you're funny?

In part, but first I'd like
to know why you banned me.

Well, let's start with
your anti-Semitic posting.

Okay, let's do it.

"When I read your posts..."

Sometimes I think we
need a surgical holocaust.

Just kill the irritating Jews.

- Yes?
- It's your appeal, not ours.

Well, I'm Jewish, circumcised.

I can show you right now.

I was arguing with another Jew

who criticized Netanyahu

and wanted to paste happy face stickers

on all the Palestinian faces.

So I said what I knew would hurt him.

Are you arguing that

someone who's Jewish
can't be anti-Semitic?

No. I'm arguing my post was political

and not anti-Semitic.

Right? I-I could've written.

"With all due respect,
sir, I disagree with you."

Sure, but that wouldn't have hurt him.

- And I wanted to hurt him.
- Physically?

No, I wanted to make him to cry.

I want to make him cry for
his poor dead ancestors...

slaughtered by anti-Semites.

I understand you want to make
yourself the victim here, Mr. Staples,

but you are a leader of the alt-right.

The alt-right, ma'am,
hates gays, don't they?

- Well, for the most part.
- They hate gay marriage,

they're religious, they're conservative,

and yet, I... do...

Damian?

I didn't want to have to...

Damian is a gay prostitute

whom I paid $50

to blow me right now.

- Okay. All right.
- Too good of a deal to pass up.

- Told you I was Jewish.
- All right, all right.

- You made your point.
- Who's the conservative?

Who's the homophobe, sir?

Not me.

Look, I would... I'd be a heterosexual
in a second, if I could be,

but I'm willing to be fellated

in front of this panel

because I believe in America.

- Damien!
- Okay.

God, talk about a piece of work.

He's looking for publicity,
he's trying to provoke us.

So, we don't engage.

We stick to his posts.

See, if we debate politics,

- we lose.
- _.

He's trying to make
it about us, you see.

What do you need?

I know we have another
session tomorrow, but I just...

I want to apologize ahead of time.

For?

People on the interwebs

might have nasty things
to say about you guys,

I just want you to know, I
have nothing to do with it.

Good to know.

You remind me of my mom.

She was a school teacher.

And she taught me...

to love my fellow man,

and if we all just hug our enemies,

peace would last 1,000 years.

So this is rebellion?

No, this is having a laugh.

You don't smile enough, Mrs. Lockhart.

You need to get more joy out of life.

Bye, Mom.

- Marissa?
- Yeah.

Check the Chummy sites

for any new comments
on our firm, or on us.

- Sure. What are we looking for?
- Threats.

- Harassment.
- No problem.

Diane?

You mean like,

"Is it considered rape..."

If you rape a female lawyer?

Tell me, Ms. Lockhart,

could you get me off if
I raped a female lawyer?

And here's another.

And two more.

Do you want me to forward these to you?

Yes, please.

Yes, I hope you get raped,
but for legal purposes,

I do not intend to rape you myself.

They know to keep it under 13 posts.

- What?
- The alt-righters.

They've been sending us harassing posts.

And each person has only sent 12.

- And how do they know to do that?
- I don't know.

The rules were discussed
in private session.

Did someone leak?

- Jay?
- I'll do what I can,

but these alt-right guys,

my guess is they're not
gonna want to talk to me.

What are you doing?

I was surprised to get your text.

- It's been forever.
- Yeah.

Do they have hummus
here, or is it just chips?

What?

Do they have real food
here, or is it just drinks?

I'm on this detox.

I mean, if you eat eight chips,

that's 142 calories.

I-I don't know.

And everyone goes on about

how healthy guacamole is.

What?

Hey.

- How are you doing?
- Good, how are you?

Good.

Hey, man.

This is Zack.

- Hey.
- Hey, Zack, nice to meet you. Colin.

Yeah, you too. Good grip. Pfft.

Where do you work out?

I... nowhere.

I just... it's just
some weights at home.

If you want to get serious,

here's my card.

- Serious?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

How do you two know each other?

I'm Lucca's personal trainer.

Really?

Well, you're doing a great job.

Anyway, I should, I should head out.

Hey, have a good evening.

Yeah, you too.

He's a nice guy.

What's his story?

You seem distracted tonight.

Maia! Look who's here.

Maia, darling.

What's going on?

Your dad was feeling
blue, so last minute,

I threw him a party.

Did Dad call you?

Yeah, yesterday.

Henry, look who's here, Maia.

My God, I missed you.

Come on in.

I'm helping the caterers make pizzas.

Aw, thank you.

He's been missing you.

Come, come, come.

Look at you two here.

I was just saying how
much I missed us...

being together.

Yeah.

Bora Bora, we need to go back.

The Pauls are-are
getting ready to leave.

- I'll get an Uber.
- Yeah.

They're too drunk.

How are you, Maia?

Good.

You seem happy, Dad.

Yeah, yeah,

I guess I am. I mean,
this is the first time

I've felt normal in weeks.

Yeah.

Me too.

Feels like when I was eight.

And work is going well?

It is..

You seemed a little worried at dinner.

Nothing wrong?

Nothing, no.

I mean, work is... work.

Yeah.

I mean, anything you want to talk about?

No.

I mean, come on, it's your dad.

You can tell me anything.

It's just...

I can never quite tell
where that line is, you know?

Between the legal and the illegal.

What issue?

He asked you about work?

Yeah, but it might've just
been, you know, talking.

Just... I don't know, being a dad. I...

I hate this.

I know. I'm sorry.

Did you tell him about Travis Leopold?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Family's hard.

Yeah, yeah.

Ada, play something nice.

Playing something nice.

Hi, do you know where Aaron is?

I'm supposed to get him some
kind of message from Felix.

- Who are you?
- Marissa.

Why, do you know Aaron?

I might. Why?

Look, I don't have a lot of time.

If you see him, tell
him Marissa dropped by,

and I love his "Seven
doesn't equal eight" post.

S-sorry,

I just get a lot of unwanted attention.

I'm Aaron.

Seriously? Your stuff is so great.

Thanks, it's mostly my late night stuff.

What do you need?

Felix told me to get in touch with you.

He wants to stay off 4chan for a while.

He said we shouldn't exceed,
like, 15 threatening posts.

No, 13, stay below 13.

Someone said it was more.
They know someone in Chumhum.

No, this is from the censorship panel.

Felix has their transcripts.

Good to know.

See you around.

Wait a minute, what?

He has your transcripts
from your deliberations.

How?

We don't know.

Looks like someone leaked.

Who do you think?

- That would surprise me.
- Yeah.

Um, what is your name again?

- Marissa.
- Marissa.

Would you step outside for
a second, Marissa, please?

Thank you.

Jay...

Check out Julius. See if he leaked.

Sure.

What shall we talk about today?

Your posts, sir.

This is all about your posts.

- Diane.
- How fitting.

Ms. Lockhart and I have
a certain rapport, don't we?

Mr. Staples, please explain your posts

regarding the pro-choice
activist Dahlila Mills.

Dahlila Mills. Dahlila Mills.

Dahlila Mills...

Beautiful name. I... can't place it.

Yes. My days of rage.

Let's all do our part.
Who wants to contribute

to a fund to take out Dahlila Mills?

Tell me, Mr. Staples,

why is that not an actionable threat?

Because I'm not threatening her.

I don't mean "take her
out" as in "kill her."

My goodness, what kind of monster

do you think I am?

I'm talking about taking
her out of the debate.

And how do you take
someone out of a debate?

I don't know. Shout
her down, embarrass her.

Why do you need funds for that?

Why do you need funds for that dress?

Because I don't want to
end up in that jacket.

I will see you in court.

Again, why do you need
funds to shut someone down?

I can't think of anything
funny, so I decline to reply.

Well, after you wrote that,

these posts were sent to Ms. Mills.

- "We're coming to get you, be..."
- Sure to lock your doors,

'cause the Second Amendment
was made for people like you.

You ever see what a Glock
does to cantaloupe close up?

It's hard to clean up in your shower.

The easiest thing is to just dox you.

- Try using your credit card tomorrow.
- _.

See what happens.

Bitch, bitch, bitch,
bitch, double-cunt, bitch...

"Bitch, bitch."

Wow, they all sound angry.

These are the same
accounts now harassing us,

because you told them to.

You act like I have some
secret control over people.

No, not secret.

Do you have some proof to
back up this contention?

Yes.

An Aaron Fowler claimed
you directly told him

to keep his harassment of
this panel to under 13 posts.

Do you know, the only thing sadder

than Tom and Katie Bueller

is a sputtering Ferris
Bueller caught in a lie.

God, you are exactly like my mom.

- Can I read you a few posts?
- Please.

We want to give you every
opportunity to defend yourself.

This is to me from a
pro-choice activist.

- "Go to..."
- Hell.

I hope you choke on the cocks

of the southern rednecks you're blowing.

Now this is clearly a
racist pro-choice activist,

because it's well known the
cocks in question are black.

You can check my dating profile.

There's more.

- "First they'll come..."
- For my abortion rights,

then they'll come for your gay marriage,

you self-hating kike.

"Kike." And there are more.

So you can see, I'm wondering
why I'm being targeted

when the pro-choice
side is just as ugly.

If its ugliness matches
yours, it will be addressed.

We're not targeting any one side.

And yet, in your transcripts
from your deliberations...

Wait a second, wait a...

- You have our transcripts?
- I believe I do.

And you know that's
proprietary information?

It doesn't say so.

Chumhum could sue you for that.

No, they could sue the
person who leaked it.

I'm just the citizen-journalist

wanting to communicate it to the world.

Anyway, in this earlier
discussion, Ms. Kolstad,

you shouted down Julius Cain

in language most indecorous.

I believe you used the
word "Uncle Tom" as a verb.

He's a fucking asshole.

And he's trying to make
us look hypocritical.

He's a racist little motherfucker.

So what do we do?

Wait a minute. What is it?

My God.

When did this law firm become a circus?

Diane. Do you have a second?

If you have something
to say, Mr. Staples,

say it in front of the
whole committee, not just me.

But I don't like them.

- Because you're racist.
- No.

And yes, I don't like blacks as a group.

But that's beside the point.

Have you ever wondered why
Neil Gross chose this firm

to be in charge of his TOS committee?

You obviously want to tell
me something, so tell me.

Putting an all-black law firm

in charge of his censorship committee?

Does that make sense to you?

Good-bye, Mr. Staples.

Good-bye, Diane Lockhart.

I promised to give you a
progress report on your case.

So, hi, here I am.

Anyway, I leaked a fictitious
story to Henry Rindell

about your firm receiving
an $800,000 bribe

from a fictitious client

to backdate his earnings.

W-what?

Yeah, I know. But we can use
this to embarrass Kresteva.

Ms. Tascioni, I'm sorry to
be prosaic in my thinking,

but this doesn't seem
like a baroque matter.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Why are you misleading the investigator?

Good question. And...

if this investigator were honest,

I would say you were right.

But... and I hate to say
this about any person...

Mike Kresteva tends to lie.

So what do you need from us?

If you hear about this
$800,000 gift from anyone,

that means Henry Rindell
is working against us,

and we might be able to use it.

So what do I do?

Act young and sweet.

Who are we?

Anyone we want.

God, I love this job.

I need glasses. I
want to be a geologist.

No, this isn't a cartoon.

All right? You're a product
analyst. No one asks what that is.

Hi.

- Do you want a setup?
- Sure.

Hi, we're just in the market
for a two bedroom in the Loop,

so we saw this and we skidded
to a stop, didn't we, Jay?

God, he hates when
I rattle on like that.

But we love each other,
so what can I say?

Young love. It's infectious.

Isn't it? Like the plague.

Well, this is a very
good starter apartment

for young couples.

Especially young professionals.

They're all flocking
back from the suburbs

because they want to be near
the restaurants and the clubs.

Sounds like us, Jay. Dancing.

That's right.

- Do you work in the Loop?
- Yes.

Well, I work as a product analyst,

but I want to be a geologist.

Jay doesn't want me to.

Hey, you look familiar, do I know you?

No, I don't think so.

Yeah. Where have I seen you before?

On that thing that you showed me. Um...

Right. That thing
involving what's his name, um...

- Felix...
- Staples!

- Right.
- All right.

He's my boyfriend.

But our politics are very different.

- Let me show you the kitchen.
- Hey, hey, hey.

That's all right. Our politics
are very different too.

- Wow, so he's the alt-right guy?
- Shh.

I'd rather not share that here.

He's very different in private.

I understand.

But what's he doing now?

I heard he's trying to keep
from being kicked offline.

Yeah, this stupid thing.
They're trying to censor him.

God, I hate that.

- Is he fighting them anyway?
- Yeah.

Good. Tell me how. I'm curious.

How did you get this I.P. address?

Staples's boyfriend.

He was bragging about how
Felix had insider information.

And he wanted to sell us a condo.

He showed us the transcripts.

And we got to see the meta-data,
including the I.P. address.

Our I.P. address?

- No.
- Well, whose, then?

Is it Julius's home?

The offices of Chumhum.

Okay.

Okay, let's shut this down.

Why?

Barbara, we have a client

who may not want us
digging into this stuff.

Well, what are you saying,
Chumhum leaked this?

Why?

Because we're being set up.

By whom?

All right. Check and
see if Felix Staples

has any relationship at all
to anybody inside of Chumhum.

It could be anybody.

I'm not liking this. I don't like this.

Slavery ended 153 years ago.

It's time for the fucking
Neil Grosses to get over it.

America is being turned
into a welfare state

by all these stupid Neil Grosses.

♪ DumbNeilGross.

Love seeing all the
Neil Grosses in Ferguson,

breaking windows to steal Nikes.

Any relationship at all, to anybody...

Can I talk to you for a second?

One of the alt-right
boys really likes me,

he thinks I'm one of them.

- How do you even know...
- It's nothing.

They're easily confused when
women offer them attention.

Anyway, he sent me a link.

They're working to get
around your racist N-word ban.

How?

Whenever they mean N-word
they instead type Neil Gross.

Yeah. I can print up the
posts, but there are a lot.

All racist jokes with Neil
Gross as the punchline.

That's not gonna go over well.

I hate games, so knock it the fuck off.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

That guy you saw me with last night...

- Magic Mike?
- Yes.

You know I fucked him.

I figured as much.

But you don't care.

Well, you made it pretty clear

that our relationship was,

- well, not really a relationship.
- It's not.

Okay.

Let me take a shot at what I
think is happening right now.

You're worried that
we're getting too serious,

so you turn down a date with me,

and then you invite your boy toy

to a place where I might see him,

thus ending our "relationship."

Am I right?

Problem is, now you're
here, arguing with me,

which kind of proves
your plan didn't work out,

and our relationship isn't over.

How'd I do?

Let's go.

Where?

You decide.

What is this?

My place.

So, you're rich?

I guess so. Does that bother you?

I don't know.

Can we... decide whether
it bothers you later?

You bastards.

Whoa, whoa.

You thought I leaked?

You searched my office.

No, we didn't know
whether you leaked or...

This is about Trump.
This is about politics.

Julius, this is about maintaining
the integrity of this firm.

No. I was loyal to you.

I was the most loyal employee you had.

We had to know who was leaking.

And did you investigate Diane?

Or Lucca?

Or anybody else?

You just lost your most loyal employee.

Hi, this is Julius Cain.

You were right.

I think we should talk.

They're using my name?

Yes.

I-I don't understand. How?

As a replacement for the N-word.

What, seriously?

- Yes.
- Why?

- They know you can't censor it.
- My God.

They're like savages.

So, what do we do?

I'm not sure there's
anything you can do.

They're like kids wanting
to upset Mommy and Daddy.

Well, here's the problem, Diane.

I am upset.

I know.

You know, they're reacting
to that damn committee.

Yeah. They're working around
the new rules we implemented.

This whole mess with
Staples needs to end.

He's got too many followers,

and they're threatening
to leave my services,

so make it end.

We've reconsidered.

"Reconsidered"?

We're prepared to overturn
the ban and reinstate you.

What?

No, things were just
getting interesting.

- We're done.
- I'm not...

- Thank you.
- No, we're not done. Diane.

Diane, I've got a number of po...

I've...

Diane!

This is totally fucked!

I am here defending myself
and what? You all slink off?

Mr. Staples. It's over. We're done.

We took the oxygen
from your room. Go home.

I want you to read
this new attack on me.

"Die, you cocksucker.
Free speech is outmoded."

"It's a law written by slave owners."

What do you want, Mr. Staples?

You've been reinstated.

I don't accept your reinstatement.

You're a clown.

What's worse is you're a smart clown

who occasionally has a point,

a point you destroy by mixing
it up with racism and misogyny

you probably don't even believe.

When you were little, someone
rejected you or made fun of you,

and now you get to be one of the
mean guys, making fun of others.

And you get to be the
principal? Outraged?

No, I just have better things to do.

Really?

You think this is some grand rebellion

against progressives and social
justice warriors, it's not.

You're just some kid in
the corner pissing yourself,

so have at it.

You've lost, Diane.

And you're upset,

'cause I'm the
embodiment of free speech.

No, but you are what
we have to tolerate,

so thank you.

Now go.

Go.

So, there were no real expulsions?

One, but it was reversed on appeal.

That was Staples?

And, the leak of your deliberations?

That was from you.

You're saying we leaked
your deliberations?

Yes.

- Why?
- We were a trial balloon.

You wanted to censor your sites,

but if we failed, you could
point to us as the problem:

A liberal African-American firm.

- Really?
- That's why we're here, sir,

to make you look good.

Okay, good. Thanks.

Um,

I, I have a few issues overseas.

Do you have a minute, Adrian, Barbara?

- We do.
- Good.

Do you need anything from me?

No, I think we're good.

Thanks.

- What are you doing...
- I need a second.

What?

You're not up for partner
anytime soon, are you?

No, not that I know of.

You should...

stay clear of your firm's finances.

Why?

Reddick/Boseman took an
$800,000 bribe from a client.

It might be in trouble.

I don't want you to get in trouble.

The client's name is Travis Leopold.

Okay.

Thanks.