The Good Fight (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Episode #3.1 - full transcript



[beep]

LIZ [over TV]:
My father, Carl Reddick,

stood with Dr. King,
stood on the bridge at Selma.

Your daddy was a fighter.

Yeah. It's the end of an era.

[beep]

GRETCHEN: I'm closing
Assholes to Avoid,

so thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

You know why this happened?



Because we were adding

on of your litigation financiers
to our list.

Jerry Warshofsky,
asshole to avoid.

2.1 million.[beep]

LIZ: "If you want my help,
leave a flower pot

"in your office window,

and I'll meet you
at your parking space."

TARA:
Were you followed?

No. So what do I need to do?

Follow the women.

The affairs, the prostitutes,
the love child.

Follow the women.

[beep]

[birds chirping]



I'm happy.

[laughs]

[chuckles softly]

Am I ridiculous?
[chuckles]

You like narrating
your life.

You know, there are
psychological studies

that say,
when people are happy,

they look desperately for
things to make them unhappy.

But that won't happen
to us, will it?

[scoffs]

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Kurt, tell me

everything's gonna be
all right.

Everything's gonna
be all right.

But mean it.

Everything's gonna
be all right.

What could go wrong?







JULIUS: Our firm started
with one man: Carl Reddick.

He was our founder,
but he was also

the heart and soul of this firm
for 15 years. [chuckles]

JAY: Could you say
"civil rights icon"?

Same thing, but with
"civil rights icon."

Uh, uh, sure.

[clears throat]

Our firm started with one man:

Carl Reddick,
the civil rights icon.

I read about Carl Reddick
in the history books in school,

but to meet him here
in the flesh,

it was a highlight of my life.

When my dad died,
I could think of no better way

to honor his life than by taking
over his partnership here.

I was Mr. Reddick's secretary
for 15 years.

JAY: Can you say "Carl"
when you talk about him?

Oh, I never called him Carl.

It just helps with
the interview.

Was he a good boss?

Yes.

We just want the video to
give some sense of the man.

Um, if you could
talk a little bit

about working with him...

Like, what was
a typical day like?

What's the first
thing he would say

when you got there
in the morning?

I...

[shudders]

[groans]

Mm.

[sobbing]

[thunder rumbling]

ROGER:
Who are you?

Who are we?

Deep down,

who are you?

Uh, mid-size
Chicago law firm.

No, who are you really?

The website, it's fine.

The video of Carl Reddick
will help; it adds media.

But what do you want to say?

Tell us your story.

Uh, well, we, uh,
let's... we are growing.

We have hired
35 new attorneys.

We, uh, bought
another floor.

Yes, but other law firms
are growing.

What makes you different?

[mouthing]

You're African American.

That's your brand.Uh-uh.

That's your story. We don't want to be sold

as an African American
law firm.

But diversity is in right now.

Black Panther, Black-ish.

And diversity is something
that you have in s...

...abundance.

[knock on door]ADRIAN: Come in.

Do you have a second, Adrian?

Yes, I do.
Excuse me.

[chuckles]:
God!

[quietly]: I can't believe
we're paying for this guy.

We need to show you something
from the Reddick interviews.

Okay, what's up?

We were doing an interview
with his secretary.

We think you
should see it.

He said he was tired.

He had to give a speech
that night,

and I could help.

He asked me to come
behind his desk.

He had his pants unzipped.

He wanted me to touch him.

He said it was
because of the pressure.

And only I... [sobs]

Only I could help.

There was more, but
we didn't record it.

Jesus Christ.

She said there was
forced copulation

the whole time she was here.

Not now, not now.
Please. Please. Oh.

He forced her for 15 years?

That's what she said.
Why would Cynthia stay

for 15 years?

Seriously?

Marissa... No, seriously?

I'm trying to figure this out.

Why would she even
agree to an interview?

She was planning to say
nice things about him.

But then, when we started
asking questions...

She knew we wanted something
glowing, and it bothered her.

All right.

Anybody else there
when you interviewed her?

No.
I need to ask you guys

not to say anything
to anybody about this.

So we can cover it up?

Marissa, I don't have
the luxury right now

of being outraged.

That doesn't mean
I'm not outraged.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

[sighs]

Are you going
to tell her?

I-I don't know. I don't know.

Hey, no.
I'll take that.

I'd give him a break.
Why?

Because half of our business
comes from the Reddick name.

If it suddenly becomes
as toxic as Weinstein's,

our firm is in trouble.

Well, then, maybe
it should be.

Diane? Adrian.
How far off are you?

About an hour.
Why? What's wrong?

I just need your help
with something...

sensitive.

Um, will you stop by my office
and we'll talk?

Is everything all right?

ADRIAN:
Yeah. W-We'll talk.

Why'd you take the .375?

KURT:
What?

Why did you take the .375
to the shooting range?

You hate the Hawkeye.

Thought I'd try it out.

Who did you go shooting
with last night?

What?

Who did you go to the firing
range with last night?

No one. Why?

[sniffing quietly]

[elevator bell dings]

Hey, Captain Video.

What, are you handling
plutonium today?

No, I...
[clears throat]

It's a scratched cornea.

Ow.Yeah.

I mean, it should be fine.
It's just...

You know, it's lights.
They make me tear up and cry.

So I got to wear these
for a week.

Well, I wouldn't wear those
when you meet with the partners.

Am I meeting with the partners?
Julius is looking for you.

Why?
I don't know.

We're spinning out
of control these days.

Oh, there he is.

Mr. Cain? You needed
to talk to me?

Yes. It's just a quick thing.

We're redoing
the website,

and as a part
of the rebranding,

we are adding associate
and partner photos and bios.

Great.
That sounds great.

Except there's a chance we won't
be using your bio and photo.

Mine? Why?

Don't take it
as a criticism.

You're doing a great job.

We just think that it's
best for the time being,

until we can establish the new brand.
Mm-hmm.

Okay. Uh...

It's just... It's not
about you, Maia.

You are doing
a great job.

Mm.It's about the
last name, Rindell,

and the scandal
with your father. Oh, I'm fine.

I'm fine. I-I understand.

I just don't want you to be upset.
No.

Sir, this... this is
all medical. [chuckles]

Okay.

Lucca.

Yeah?
Oh.

[pump whirring]

Do you want me
to come back later?

No. What is it?

Uh, could you
talk to Maia?

I think she's really
upset about the website.

Sure.

Ah.

[elevator bell dings]

So are we clairvoyant now?

I had the guard call up
when you arrived.

Adrian wants to see you.

Yeah. What's the topic?

I've been told I speak too much,
so I won't handle that.

And, uh, Kurt called.

Kurt? Why?

Why did he call?
I don't know.

Maybe just to say hello?

ADRIAN:
Diane.

So, we have a problem with Carl.

Carl?

Reddick.

Yeah. Yeah, I know,
he's dead.

But there's an issue
that's come up

that might cause the firm
a problem.

And I need a woman's help.

Well, and not Liz's?

Not Liz.

CYNTHIA: He asked me
to come behind his desk...

That's Carl's secretary,
from 1999 to 2014.

It was before you got here.

We need to talk to her.
Why?

An NDA?[electronic chime]



♪ If there's a secret and you
want someone to keep it kept ♪

♪ What kind of contract
is the carpet ♪

♪ Under which it's swept?

♪ NDA, well, you don't say

♪ Financial details,
shameful stories ♪

♪ Favorite breakfast food

♪ Just list the things that
if they talk about 'em ♪

♪ They get sued

♪ NDA, well, you don't say

♪ You can't,
'cause there's and NDA ♪

♪ It's like a lawyer
looking over your shoulder ♪

♪ Always making sure
that you never tell ♪

♪ NDA

♪ I think they're maybe
always in a red folder ♪

♪ But I didn't do my research
that well ♪

♪ NDA, well, you don't say

♪ Let's try to count
all the red folders ♪

♪ In the show today

♪ You know what, who cares?

♪ Just pay attention,
put your phone away ♪

♪ NDA, well, you don't say

♪ You can't,
'cause there's an NDA. ♪

[thunder rumbling]

[birds cawing]

Just so you know, Cynthia,

I knew nothing about this.

I know.

I wasn't trying
to make a fuss.Yeah.

Uh, Cynthia, we feel badly
about what happened,

and we want to
make it right.

We have some plans to impose
a sexual harassment course

at the firm, and I... Yes.

They had those
when I was there, too.

All of the associates went,
but not the partners.

Well... Uh, that will change.

We will make sure of it.

Is there anything else that
we can do to make this right?

[clattering nearby]

Would you excuse me?

Cynthia, is-is there
somebody else here?

My daughter.

[dishes clinking]

[quietly]: This is not what I expected.
Hmm.

This house, it reminds me
of my aunty's house.

I thought she'd be
a lot more combative.

We might not
need the NDA.

MONIQUE: Mom, they're gonna
have you sign a contract

that says you can't
say anything.

CYNTHIA: No, they just want
to make the firm better.

MONIQUE:
He raped you, Mom,

and all you want is
some bullshit class.

CYNTHIA: I don't like
that language, Monique,

and none of this
is your business.

MONIQUE: It is my
business. In fact...

You know, he promised my mom
something he never paid.

Monique. They're lawyers, Mom.

That's all they
understand: money.

My apologies.
This is my daughter.

Hi. Um, what did he
promise you, Cynthia?

Did you ever
work with my mom?

Did I? Uh, no.

Then don't
call her Cynthia.

Call her Ms. Cromley.

Quite right.

What did Mr. Reddick
promise you, Ms. Cromley?

If you don't tell
her, Mom, I will.



Hey.

Where is everybody?

I have no idea. I'm just staying
on the sidelines today.

[clamoring]

I found out that this man...

this man has been lying
the whole time, and I think...

Hold up, hold up.

Hold up, hold up.[clamoring quiets]

Please, let's just get it
quieter in here.

He promised her a pension.

He promised Cynthia a pension,
and that is what we need...

He promised her something
this firm can't afford,

then he died.
What was he thinking?

[clamoring]MADELINE: Clearly, he wasn't
thinking with his brain,

he was thinking with his... All right.

I'm not interested in
litigating the past.

What happened happened.
But did it? Do we believe her?

MADELINE: Are you kidding me? Look, I know

we're all supposed
to believe the women...

"Supposed to believe"?
This is the problem.

BARRY:
But Reddick is a target.

He's a black icon.

People want to devalue
our civil rights past... Hold on, hold on.

Has she even agreed
to sign an NDA?

JULIUS:
We didn't want

to bring it up until
we could address the cost.

I think we're looking
at $80,000 to $750,000

for one act of forced
oral copulation.

I think we should lowball her.
Ask 30.

[clamoring]DIANE: Excuse me.

Excuse me.[clamoring quiets]

We have another option.

Let it come out.

Carl Reddick was
a complicated man.

People who change
history and do good

are not all good.

This firm could lose
40% of its clients.

Yeah, but we didn't
do anything wrong.

We didn't cover anything up.

But if we pay someone off,
it becomes our scandal.

Do we know we haven't
paid already?

MADELINE:
What do you mean?

JULIUS: I looked
at Reddick's contract.

[clears throat]
In 2012, we made a deal

to cover all of his
sexual harassment lawsuits.

What?![clamoring]

Adrian, did you know
about this?

It was, it was standard
CEO protection.

[clamoring]Standard CEO protection?

We need to deal with
the problem at hand.

Carl's secretary.

Now, we can offer
$30,000. Really?

I mean, come on. Yeah?
MADELINE: No, come on.

Wendy.
Wendy, hey.

Uh, you need the bathroom?

I don't think I should be
the one taking notes here.

Why not?

Mr. Reddick did the same to me.

[all groaning, murmuring]

[electronic clicking]



Hey. What are
you doing?

Figuring out whether
to watch a German series

about serial killers
or a Scandinavian series

about serial killers.

What's my bag
doing out?

I was helping you pack.

For?

Well, I-I saw airplane tickets
on our account.

Oh. Right, safari,
just a few days.

A few days on a safari?

Yes. Why?

Well, I mean,
I don't shoot anymore,

so you're not going with me.

What's wrong, Diane?

Work has me thinking.

About?
Men.

And what they do.

What do they do?

I love you, Kurt,

but I don't think
you're being honest with me.

And I hate being the wife
who pretends not to care,

the cool wife
who overlooks lies.

What am I
lying about?

Who did you go shooting with
last night?

No one.

Oh, my God,
you're such a bad liar.

I mean, in many ways,
it's... it's sweet.

Why even try?
It's no one.

And it's no one

with whom you are going
on a safari?

I'm being paid.
I don't have a job.

I'm hiring myself out
to shoot with hunters.

The same hunters who borrowed
your jacket last night?

I found blonde hairs
on your jacket.

Believe me, I wasn't
looking for them.

They-they-they
were just there.

And it reeked of cologne
or mousse or something,

and I know you would rather die
than use girly products,

so why don't you
just tell me.

It's not what
you think.

Well, if that were the case,
you wouldn't be lying.

I know you'll be angry.

Is it her again? Holly?

Westfall? No.

Well, then which of your
Fox blondes is it?

It's not a woman.

I don't believe you.
Who were you shooting with?

Eric Trump and Donald Jr.

You went shooting with...

Eric and Don?

Yes.

And that's whose...

hair it is?

Eric forgot his jacket,
so I lent him mine.

You call him Eric?

Oh, God.

I'm just asking the question.
They pay me, Diane.

It's money. I'm not doing it
because I like them.

But you're shooting with them?
I'm being paid.

I'm working. Oh, my God,

and that's who you're going
on a safari with

this weekend?

That's who I'm being paid
to go on a safari with.

[sighs] This is not politics,
it's work.

It's not a woman.
I'm not cheating on you.

It's two hunters
and their entourages.

[groans]: Oh!
Diane.

You're scaring me.

No. You're right.

You have to do
what you have to do,

and I have to do what I do.

[sighs] What do you do?

Something that I

fucking should've done
nine months ago.





[vehicle departing in distance]

[ringtone]:
♪ Fuzzy, fuzzy, cute, cute

♪ Fuzzy, fuzzy, cute, cute.

I don't have much time.
I'm shooting.

I need to meet with them. Who?

The other eight women
like you, the ND8s.

They won't meet with you.

Then I need you to come forward.

We talked about this. I can't.
Listen.

I'm sick of this
chickenshit stuff.

We need to fight.

No, you're saying
I need to fight.

Trump won't sue you,
he'll sue me.

And I will defend you
with every breath that it takes.

Defend me with what?
I signed an NDA.

A faulty NDA.

I looked at the contract.
There is a defect.

Listen, "Agreement is made
between the Receiving Party,"

you, "and the
Disclosing Party," him.

But then further down,
it says,

"The receiving actress
will refrain

"from disclosing details
of any meetings,

interactions,
and/or conversations."

I don't understand.
Why is that a defect?

Who's the
"receiving actress"?

Me.
No.

According to this contract,
you are the "receiving party."

"Receiving actress"
isn't defined anywhere

in this contract.

You can say
anything you want.

Can't be that easy.

It's not.
They'll sue, we'll argue.

That's the way
the law works.

It doesn't matter
what we do.

Stormy Daniels came out,
Karen McDougal came out.

People have moved on.

Yes, but you say that he paid
for your abortion.

That is
a huge difference.

That will undercut his support
from the religious right.

We can beat this NDA.

Why now and
not a year ago?

Because now it's personal.

But I need your help.

Let me think about it.

I thought it might be
because of something I wore.

But even the next day,

he asked me to come
into his office.

He said he was tired.

He had to give
a speech that night,

and I could help.

He asked me to come
behind his desk.

He had his pants unzipped.

He wanted me to touch him.

He said it was because
of the pressure,

and only I... [sobs]

Only I could help.

I didn't want you
to have to deal with that.

But it's gotten bigger.

When was this? Yesterday.

She agreed to a meeting...

No.

When did... it happen?

Uh...

She started with Carl
in 1999,

so it may have
started then.

[gasps softly]

He always said
he had to work late.

[sighs]

"Too many injustices.

Too many..."

Goddamn him.

Liz, I'm really sorry.

Did you know?

No.

Even when we were married and
I would call him to talk to him,

and-and-and you would say
that he was in a meeting?

Because he was in a meeting.

But you asked
how my parents were doing

the first year we were married.
I remember you asked. Why?

I don't know. I just asked.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry, Liz.

[stammers]

[crying]: I could
always accept it,

the way he treated Mom,

the way he treated us,

because we were sharing
him with the world.

I thought he was
here fighting,

but he was
just here...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on, come on, come on.

I want you to go home.

We've got this. Okay?

You put in the glass walls.

What? The offices.

Why did you do that? What-what do,
what do you mean?

You knew.
No, no.

You were trying to stop him
from fucking around.

No.
Yes.

You knew, a-and it was
the year before

you agreed to settle
any harassment claims.

Liz, that was boilerplate...
I remember, I remember

Dad complaining about it at
the time, about the glass walls,

about the-the lack of privacy.

You got to stop this. It was a
design choice, Liz, that's all.

So what are we doing?
Huh? We paying her off?

I don't know, Liz.
That's...

We're discussing.

That's where you all were
last night, "discussing"?

Liz.

Liz, please, go home.
We got this.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm a partner.
Bring me up to speed.

Let's go.[chatter stops]

Don't look to Adrian,
look to me.

We're talking amounts.

Good. Let's hear it.

Excuse me.

[clears throat]
We're, uh...

Well, Wendy was here for most of
the conversation about payouts,

and, uh, we were talking
about as high as $750,000.

Wait, Wendy?

The stenographer.

So, um, we think we
can pay off Cynthia

for $80,000; that
is the equivalent

of her...
prorated pension,

and then maybe go
as high as $100,000

for... Wendy.

My dad raped the stenographer?

Yes.

Okay.

Well, I'll make the deal
with Cynthia.

I will do it.

Jay.
Yep?

Never mind.

Marissa.

Okay, I'll get on it.

Yes, Ms. Reddick?

You know what's going on here?

About my father
raping secretaries?

Yes.
All right.

I want you to find out
if there are any more.

Any more...?
Women...

that he's raped.

In the firm, in the world.

I want to know everything,
so don't bury it.

And you don't go
to anybody else first.

You come to me, okay?
Okay.

ADRIAN:
Thank you, Lucca,

for giving us the time.

If this is about
my maternity leave,

I know I'm behind
on billable hours.

No, actually it's
something else.

Can we get you anything?
Water?

Or anything? No, I'm all right.

What's wrong? What do you mean?

It feels like
I'm about to be fired. ADRIAN: No.

In fact, consider this
a promotion.

[chuckles]

ADRIAN: We've been
looking for somebody

to take over
divorce law.

We don't have
a lot of cases,

but we're trying
to build the department.

I thought you hired
Bruce Fischer. ADRIAN: We did.

It was an issue.

Harassment issues
at his last firm.

And that's a problem these days?
[laughs]

We want a woman
in the position.

Well, a month ago,
you wanted a man.

Well, we changed our minds.

Well, I'm on the Leland suit;
it's a full load, so...

Yeah, you-you'd
have to drop that.

You really should
consider this, Lucca.

Diane?

Uh, was that an invitation
or a demand?

Well, that's up to you.

[scoffs] Divorce
is a dead end here.

No one takes it seriously.

Well, then, do it temporarily
and see if you like it.

Uh... [chuckles]

ADRIAN: Hey, Maia.Mr. Boseman.

Hi, sir.

Hello.

I heard you were upset
about the website?

Uh, no, sir, no.
It's just that, uh,

I have a scratched cornea,

so it is sensitive to light...
Look, look.

Know that this is
not a reflection

of how we feel
about you.

It's a branding thing.
[chuckles]

So don't worry. I'm not worried.

You keep up
the good work.

I will. All right.

MARISSA: What are
you looking at?

[clears throat]
My arm.

Your arm?
What's that mean?

I was in this group photo,

and they cropped me out.

Well, I'm sure that
wasn't intentional.

It's a nice arm.

Enough people have told me
not to be bothered by this,

I'm starting
to get bothered by this.

Well, don't cry.

I'm a third-year associate,

and they are treating me
like I was hired yesterday.

It's the curse
of short people.

We were born in
the volcano of Vulcan

as a powerful army
to control the Earth,

but Vulcan blessed
and cursed us

with one
unfortunate attribute:

for all time,
we are to be overlooked.

Why do you think
I talk so loud

and make jokes
out of being blunt?

Why?

Because it allows me
to control people

without them thinking
they're being controlled.

It's Jedi mind shit.
You can do the same.

Okay.

How?
Your voice.

You have to make it louder
but without cracking.

Say, "these aren't the briefs
you're looking for."

Do you think
I'm joking?

Fucking say it.
But say it loud

and strong and don't let
your voice crack.

[clears throat]

These aren't the briefs
you're looking for.

No. Come on.

No?
Come on!

No...

[door closes]

Okay.

[exhales] These aren't
the briefs you're looking for.

Say it. Give me something else.

No! Fucking say it.
Yes, I'm swearing.

These aren't the briefs
you're looking for.

You're straining
your voice.

Make it loud, but
don't strain. Go.

These aren't the briefs
you're looking for!

Better.

[toilet flushing]

[mouthing]

No, don't wash your
hands, tall lady.

Get the fuck out.

[door opens, closes]

Okay, this is my gift
to you, Maia.

What?

[gasps]
These are cool.

And if you don't
use them correctly,

I'm taking them back.
And give me these.

Jesus Christ.

[sighs]How's that?

Good.

Hmm. Now make us proud.

[elevator bell dings]

[inhales sharply]

Do I know you?

No.

I'm Roger.

What's... your name?

Maia.

It's nice
to meet you, Maia.

I'm working
at your firm temporarily.

Want to grab
a drink tonight?

[chuckles softly]

No.

[elevator bell dings]

[doorbell rings]

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Then I think
we should talk.

LIZ:
Do you remember me?

When I would come
in the office?

Yes.

Do you remember me?

Yeah.

Were you at
the funeral?

Yes, at the back.

Do you remember my mom?

Yes.

Did he ever...
talk about her?

No.

They want you to sign a
nondisclosure agreement.

My daughter
doesn't want me to.

But they're-they're
willing to pay

what you were promised, and...

you should take
what you deserve.

Your father
wasn't a bad man.

I don't understand
how you can feel that way

after everything that he did.

My life has never gone
the way I thought.

As I get older...

I have more sympathy
for other people.

They don't always express
love the way they should.

I have nothing
for my father now.

[chuckles] Nothing.

[doorbell rings]

Hi. Mrs. Cromley?

Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Your daughter called me.

I'm Naomi Nivola,
a reporter with NSW.

Yes?

And I understand
there might be some

issues at the workplace
involving sexual coercion?

I'm sorry.

Have I interrupted
something?

[thunder rumbling]

Naomi Nivola. LIZ: Yep.

She's with NSW now.

JULIUS:
So they have it.

The forced copulation?
JAY: We don't know that.

Cynthia's daughter
only told the reporter

to confront us at
her mom's house.

She didn't tell
her anything else.

If this report goes public,
we're suddenly Weinstein.

It'll close our doors. Okay, okay, okay.

I'll talk to Naomi.

I'll find out
what she knows. You? No.

Why not?
Because I think you know why not.

You have your own
issues there.

With who?
The secretary?

No, no.
LIZ: No, no, no.

Naomi was a student

in one of Adrian's
law classes. It's a...

There's a whole history
there. Jay, you do it.

Just, let's find out
what Naomi knows.

Sure. And I will settle
with the stenographer.

Should I do it? No. I will do it.



[indistinct chatter]

Maia.

Can you, uh...

Yeah? What do you need?

Nothing.

Forget it.



I don't understand.

We're offering you $90,000.

For?

For your cooperation.

I... no.

We can't offer more.

I know.
I-I'm not asking for more.

Then what are
you asking for?

Nothing.

I would never tell anyone
about Mr. Reddick, ever.

There are so many people
who want to destroy men.

Black men.

I won't be a part of it.

I'll never be a part of it.

Not at this firm.

[slides file across table]

Uh... are you sure?

[chuckles softly]
Yes.

Is there anything else
you need, Ms. Reddick?

So they sent their investigator?

Just want to make sure
you have all the facts.

Yes, because Reddick/Boseman
really want me

to have all the facts.

We want to
explain our side.

[chuckles]

Go ahead.

[chuckles]

You ask me six questions
off the record.

If you like what I say,
then record them, okay?

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

Cynthia Cromley
worked at your firm?

Yes.

Would you like to elaborate?

No.
[laughs]

That was not
one of my questions.

Actually, it was.

Okay. Here we go.

Were you at
Ms. Cromley's house today

to get her
to sign an NDA?

We were discussing
issues with her.

I see.

And were you discussing
the issue

of her having
sexual relations with...

Adrian Boseman?

JAY: She thinks it's you.
Me?

With Cynthia? Yes.

[laughing]That's great.

We-we need to arrange
an interview.

Liz, Naomi is biased
against me.

Yes, but now you can answer
honestly that there is nothing

between my father's
secretary and you.

That's the most honest
way to get out of this.

She doesn't
think we have

any other
♪ MeToo problems? None she mentioned.

Great! Then arrange
the interview.

Oh.

Kurt.

You're home earlier
than I thought.

Last-minute change of plans.
Bad weather.

Oh, no.
Poor Eric and Don.

You mean they spent all that
money and their trip was ruined?

We're going again in a month.

Oh, how exciting. They can
finally bag that giraffe.

I'm gonna take a shower. No, no, no.

Come on, come on.
A little hug, please.

[inhales sharply]

[sighs]

What's wrong?

Nothing.

No, something's wrong. What? No, nothing.

[ringtone playing]

[sighs]

DIANE:
Diane Lockhart.

I can't do this.

Tara? I can't break the NDA.

Tara, can I call you back?

No, I'm sorry.
I know you found a loophole

in the NDA,
but they'll rip me apart.

I can't do it. Tara, please, just...

just think about this overnight,
and I'll call you back.

No, I'm sorry. Good-bye.

[scoffs]

[grunting softly]

DIANE:
Oh, my God.

Kurt, your shoulder. It's nothing.

Are you kidding?
Look at that.

You can barely get
your shirt off.

It looks worse
than it is.

To... How... Did you go to a doctor?
Yes.

Yes, I'm supposed
to put this ointment on.

Oh, my God,
my poor husband.

What have they done to you?[groans]

That's why they
delayed their trip.

They shot you!

It's just buckshot.

Which one did it?

Okay. Diane...
What?

Tell me. I want to know.

Don Jr.? Eric?

Which one?
Okay, I can, I can do the ointment.

N-No, you can't.
Which one shot you?

It's not important. It is to me.

Oh, my God, you signed an NDA.

You can't say?

You can't tell your own wife
what happened to you?

God!

Mr. Boseman, thanks
for doing this.

And it's good to
see you again.

And you, Naomi.

So I'm gonna record this, unless
Mr. Dipersia has any issues.

Do your worst.

[laughs]
Don't tempt me.

[both laugh]

So did Adrian tell you
he was my teacher in school?

I heard. With Liz, right?

Yes. With Liz.

Do we need to get out of here?

NAOMI:
No. I go on in 20 minutes.

So, Mr. Boseman.Ms. Nivola.

Hmm. Did your firm ask
Cynthia Cromley to sign an NDA?

No.

Is it in negotiations for
Ms. Cromley to sign an NDA?

No.

[chuckles]

This isn't one of those lawyerly
"meanings of 'is, ' is" answers"?

I told you,
we have nothing to hide.

Did you know Ms. Cromley
has refused to speak to me?

I did not know that.
Is it because of the NDA?

It is not. Did you have sexual relations
with Ms. Cromley?

No.
Did you sexually harass Ms. Cromley?

No.

And if I asked the
lawyers at your firm?

You will get
the same answer.

See, I told you
there was no story.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh. Hey, just
one more thing.

Ah, the Columbomoment.[chuckles]

Ms. Cromley was a sidebar
to the real story.

JAY:
What's the real story?

Did your firm
get paid off

by these two
litigation financiers

to shut down a ♪MeToo site
called Assholes to Avoid?

[quietly]:
The footman to the king.

I am married to the footman
to the king.

BRUISE:
And we don't even remember him.

That's the worst thing.

The most important person in my
life, and he's an afterthought.

He's not even that.
He's a joke to us.

He's the caddy we left behind,

the hunter we laughed at
when we accidentally shot.

What has happened to men?

Where did the real guys go?

Why do we now have
these snide little creatures

with slicked-back hair
and cologne?

What happened to Paul Newman
and Burt Lancaster?

What happened to men
who were slow to anger,

and responsible,
and wouldn't cry

like whiny little bitches?

When did Trump and Kavanaugh
become our idea

of an aggrieved man?

Quivering lips,
blaming everyone but themselves.

You're not fit to kiss
my husband's feet.

A truthful man.

Uncomplaining,

never passing the buck.

Never punching
unless he's punched.

When did he become
the exception?

Wah, wah, wah. God, I hate you.

I don't believe in hell,

but sometimes I wish
people like you ended up there.

Or I tell myself
you're really unhappy

in all your gilded happiness.

Oh, I'm happy.

So happy. Tremendously happy.

Bigly happy.
Everybody says I'm happy.

I'm the happiest...
Not if I leak the abortion.

What?

The abortion. Excuse me?

Tara's abortion.

What if I leak it?

That's not me.

Well, it'll undercut
your support

from right-wing Christians.

You wouldn't do that.
It's covered by an NDA.

I'm not Tara's attorney.
What do I care?

But she told you
in confidence.

Would you really be
that shitty?

Hey, I learned from the best.

FRANCESCA:
♪ Twenty, twenty, twenty four

♪ Hours to go

♪ I wanna be sedated

♪ Nothing to do
and nowhere to go, oh ♪

♪ I wanna be sedated.

Oh, Joey Ramone.

Your grandmother
threw her panties to him

at the Whisky a Go Go in '94.

Her black crotchless panties.

That's right.

And she never saw them again.

[phone beeps]♪ La... Oh.

Yes.

Yes. I'm sorry. No, I'm here.

Mm-hmm. Look,
the important thing is,

is that you get everything
you deserve. Everything.

Well, that's the way men are.
[door opens, closes]

That's why you need the best.

[whispers]:
There she is.

Yeah. Slept three hours.
Had four poops.

Any crawling?

Not yet. Oh, and Colin
called from D.C.

Sang Bruce Springsteen
to him over the phone.

It was so sweet.
I Instagrammed it.

[laughs]: You... Anyway, men tell you
that they care.

Whatcha doing? Oh. Come here.
They'll pretend, but they don't.

I missed you. That is why you have

got to find the best,
like Lucca.

She's a killer.

Francesca?
What's going on? Who is that?

Yeah, hold on.
She's asking who it is.

[whispers]:
Mrs. Seymour-Broderick.

My Seymour-Broderick?

Yeah, she's asking
about her divorce.

Francesca, that's
a work call.

You can't just...
Hi, Mrs. Seymour?

How are you...

She hung up.

Yes, she says she's gonna
call you tomorrow.

I'm not sure
why you keep telling her

how temporary you are.

You are the perfect
divorce lawyer.

Women need
someone like you.

The men lawyers,
they don't take them seriously.

Francesca, we need to talk about
some boundaries. Yeah? I have to leave.

Bye. Oh!

[chuckles]

Mwah.
[fusses]

Mm-hmm.

Yep.

That's your grandma.

[door closes]

[clamoring]

JULIUS: Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait!
What case was this again?

Assholes to Avoid.

Okay, we have a problem.[clamoring quiets]

Naomi Nivola,
our friendly reporter,

has been calling our top clients

for a quote
on her ♪MeToo story.[groaning]

That was Jason Hardy
from Eerie Media.

He wants to come in to discuss.

Oh, my God.

That's $12 million a year. That's right.

So, we need to get
our story straight.

We did not know we were
taking down Assholes to Avoid.

Yes, we did.

No, we didn't.

We didn't know we were taking
it down for Tom and Jerry,

but we knew
we were taking it down.

Maia, why don't you step
outside for a second?

Uh, you asked her to join us.
She was on the case.

Uh, this should be
a partner thing.

I agree.Absolutely.
LUCCA: Maia,

you have an opinion.

What do you think
they should do?

Own it.

Our client wanted us
to take down a ♪MeToo site.

We didn't agree,
but we took it down.

Because we're that good.

[door opens]

[door closes]

ADRIAN:
Hey, Jason,

here's the thing.

Our client wanted us
to take down a ♪MeToo site.

We did not agree,
but we took down that site.

'Cause we're that good.

[slaps legs]

And that's what I love
about you guys, you know?

Civil rights, but also
the license to... pow... kill.

[chuckles]
Hey, who's, uh,

who's Maia Rindell... Rindell?

Uh, excuse me? I came across

instead of .com, and
her-her stuff came up.

It was really,
really cool stuff.

I would love if it she
was on the case, too.

Is that cool? Y-Yeah. Sure.

[typing]

Dot net.Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

[mouse pad clicks,
music playing over speakers]

[music stops]

[sighs]
I'll be back.

You sure you don't
want me in on this?

No.

This is our agreement
to pay you $80,000

over the course
of four years,

which is equivalent to the
pension that you were promised.

Someone else
could've had me sign this.

Uh, yeah, that's true.

I, uh, I volunteered.

Why?

[laughs softly]

You know, it always struck me
as unfair in the Bible

how God would hold generation
after generation guilty

for the sins of the parent.

But I realized,

who else can he blame?

Just need you
to sign here.

And here.



I'm sorry.

Well...

[chuckles]:
Yeah.

He's dead now, and...
now he's truly dead, so...

[quietly]:
Uh...

Good-bye.

[door opens]

[quiet knocking]

Yeah?

We can do this later.

No.[door closes]

Are those other women
that my father raped?

Well, not always raped.

Okay.

You want me
to take you through it?

[sighs]
Is that the only copy?

Yeah.

Just leave it.

Thank you, Marissa.

Hey, we're in this together.

[door closes]

[typing]

Ms. Nivola?

Yes?

I have a story for you.

A story about
the president.

Liz...

I really didn't know
about your dad.

I know.

No. That's not
what I want to say.

I think I thought
there might be an affair.

That's why I redid the office
with glass walls.

I didn't want
anything hidden.

Your dad was
really good to me, Liz.

He's the reason
I have a career.

Me, too.

Although there is
one last question.

What?

[sniffs]

[laughs]:
What are you doing?

"Who are we?"

[laughing]

Oh, no.

We really do have to give
him an answer, don't we?

'Cause diversity
is in right now.

[laughs]

He was this close
to saying "spades."

Mm-hmm."You all have diversity

in spades." [laughs]

Ah, you know
what we are?

What?

We are a firm with no past.

Not anymore.

We're starting over.

That's refreshing.

To...

To new beginnings.



♪ Let's try to count all the
red folders in the show today ♪

♪ NDA, well, you don't say

♪ You can't 'cause
there's an NDA ♪

♪ It's like a lawyer
looking over your shoulder ♪

♪ Always making sure
that you never tell ♪

♪ NDA

♪ Think they're maybe always
in a red folder ♪

♪ But I didn't do my research
that well ♪

♪ NDA, well, you don't say

♪ You can't 'cause
there's an NDA. ♪

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