01x05 - Let the Wright One In

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Previously on So Help Me Todd

KATE: Todd, what have you been up to?

- Well

- You lost your P.I. license,

- and you almost went to jail.

- I've hit bottom.

My mother, Margaret Wright,

works here, and I work for her.

I took this job to work real cases.

- (CAMERA CLICKS)


- MARGARET: No, I gave you this job

- because you are broke.

- TODD: Susan? That ring

You were never getting

anything like that from me.

- (CHUCKLES)


- Harry and I have split.

ALLISON: You just need

to be true to yourself

to come out from under.

MARGARET: You're right.

Just want to move past it.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)


(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)


Thanks for coming down, Officer.

Never seen anything like this before.

- The car came in three days ago?

- That's right.

It was banged up pretty

bad in the accident.

When I looked underneath it,

I found these.

♪

I need the name of the car's owner.

We look very nice today, don't we?

I am not taking you to lunch.

I'm not asking. I'm just

Wait, why not? I need food.

But where are you going

that's preventing you

from buying me lunch?

Nowhere, I have a meeting nowhere.

Okay nowhere meeting.

What is happening? What's the

- What is

- All right, if you must know,

I have an interview today.

- An interview?

- Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

Is this really therapy?

- Todd

- Yeah?

I am applying to be a member

of the Portland Preservationist

Fellowship, the PPF.

This is about jam?

Preservation, not preserves.

Todd, the PPF is an esteemed

organization dedicated

to restoring significant homes

and having them designated

as historical landmarks.

Oh, so it's just some nonsense

lady time-filler thing.

They do charitable work,

- they throw fabulous events

- I'm supposed to hold this?

and everybody

who is anybody

is on the board.

But

since when do you care about old houses?

Since Harry left.

I need something to do

outside of the office,

and these women

Okay, but you sold our old house

and moved into a brand-new

condo, so shouldn't you

I don't need these questions.

I'm about to be interrogated

- by a group of super elite ladies

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)


from the heights

of Portland Heights.

And the hat protects you

from gamma rays, or ?

FELICITY: Margaret, I must

say that you're certainly

one of the most impressive

applicants we've had before us.

Partner at Crest, Folding.

Now you're dedicating

time to our mission?

I mean, it's admirable.

I passed the Yamhill Mansion

every day on my way to school as a girl.

Thank you.

And it was an eyesore,

but look at it now.

This gorgeous woodwork

perfectly restored.

And who are we

as Portlanders if we neglect

the jewels of our past?

I see here that you

live in South Waterfront.

- In new construction?

- Oh, yes.

Um, it is a new neighborhood.

Different but with views of the

historic homes across the water.

And from my vantage point,

I feel almost like a,

like a steward or protector of the city.

FELICITY: I can't think of a

more astute way of putting that.

Beautifully said.

- Right, Joan?

- Hmm.

- (GLASS BREAKS)


- Oh, Good Lord. Look at this mess.

Clean this up immediately.

I told you she was incompetent.

That cup alone cost $1,200.

Did you know that Margaret's son,

Lawrence, works directly

with the governor?

- Isn't that right, Margaret?

- Uh

That saucer is part of a set.

I mean, you're just a fool, aren't you?

FELICITY: She also has

a very lovely daughter

named Allison who is a physician

JOAN: It's virtually impossible

to get good service workers these days.

- Fool.

- That Stop. That's enough.

She's not a fool.

She's a person.

With a name.

What is your name, dear?

Judy.

There.

Her name is Judy.

Thank you, and, uh, I'm terribly

sorry for what just happened.

Well, thank you for

coming in, Ms. Wright.

We'll be in touch.

Margaret, do you know

how many of us have dreamt

- of of standing up to Joan like that?

- (SCOFFS)


It was delicious.

But now I'm not part

of the group, and

I've made myself a new enemy.

Not exactly what I was looking

for in my life at this moment.

Oh, yes. I heard about Harry.

I'm so sorry.

You know, it's been about a

year since I lost my Milton.

I never heard from you

again about his estate.

I just couldn't bring myself to

ask you to do me any more favors.

Felicity, please,

I wanted to help.

And you did, it's just that

I was so embarrassed by all of

his bad business deals and

(SIGHS)
everything

else I didn't know.

Oh, you and me both. Look at us.

- (SIRENS APPROACHING)


- Two single women betrayed by idiots.

- (LAUGHTER)


- (SIRENS WAILING CLOSER)


What on earth?

(SIRENS STOP)


(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)


(JUDY CRYING)


What is going on?

I knew there was

something wrong with her.

Get her out of here.

Please tell me she's

not having her arrested

for breaking a coffee cup.

- (CRIES)


- Watch your head.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)


(FINGERNAILS TAPPING)


- (DOOR OPENS)


- Finally.

- All right, stick by my side

- Mm-hmm.

and sign the papers.

What papers? What's happening?

Something about a coffee cup?

Shh! I owe you one, Jimmy.

Another one. (CHUCKLES)


- Pretty sure I still owe you.

- Aw

- We all owe each other things.

- Okay, just sign.

No, wait, what's going on?

- What am I signing?

- Thank you, Mr. Cusick.

Just sign right here. (SIGHS)


Thank you.

You had me falsely sign

into a police station?

- Who are you? Me?

- Todd.

I can't see a potential client

unless they or a family member

- request my services.

- Mm-hmm.

This woman has no idea I'm even here,

but I have a feeling she needs me.

So we're lying now?

We're not lying.

It's a facade.

Our intentions are good, and

if she doesn't want my help,

we go away.

Nothing happen (GASPS)


Here she is.

No, you stay outside.

Uh, I think as Judy Cusick's son,

I have a right to

speak to my own mother.

Don't say a word.

Do you remember me, dear?

Margaret Wright, attorney.

It's you

You stood up for me,

and then you followed me here. I

I thought you might need some help.

I don't have money for a lawyer.

Money's not what's important right now.

Just tell us what's going on.

- I had a car accident, three days ago.

- Mm-hmm.

Someone T-boned me at a stoplight,

and my car was totaled.

It was towed away, and

I guess the mechanic

or somebody called the police,

because under my car

they found heroin.

Heroin?

Oh.

(WHISPERS)
: This is

not about a coffee cup.

- MARGARET: How much heroin?

- Nine kilos.

It's crazy.

I have no idea how

- (BREATHES DEEPLY)


- MARGARET: And it was your car?

Yes. Okay.

And where have you been

lately? I mean, in your car.

- Todd.

- What?

Only at home and at work.

I'm always at work.

The hours are terrible.

Although I do run errands for them.

For the Portland

Preservationist Fellowship?

- The PPF.

- Yeah.

Picking up desserts or taking

packages to the post office.

Little stuff.

Oh, um

and the soaps.

What soaps?

Twice a month, I have to go

and pick up these

fancy soaps for the PPF.

I guess they're really

expensive or whatever.

And going where?

- Canada.

- BOTH: Canada?

Across the border? Canada?

Yeah, it's like a five-hour

drive up to Vancouver.

I go up and back on a Saturday.

- They pay me extra.

- Mm-hmm.

And I-I go get the soaps and

Oh, no, uh, wait. It's all right.

We're almost done. Legal counsel.

Family member. Aggrieved.

She's my mom.

Judy, I'm going to represent you.

Is there somebody we can call for you?

No. I

I don't have anyone.

Well, you have me.

You're going to be all right.

I'll be there for you

at the arraignment,

and we are going to get you out of here.

GUARD: Time's up. Let's go.

- Heroin.

- Soaps? Canada?

- Someone is

- Running dr*gs?

- Through the PPF.

- And you wanted to be a member.

But they didn't want me.

♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)


Margaret, what's happening?

Uh, this is your arraignment, Judy.

Um, we're going to discover

more about the charges.

Hey, Lars.

Does your wife know you're eating that?

With your blood pressure issues?

My wife is my blood pressure issue.

- Margaret, I got four minutes.

- I only need two.

You got no case with Judy Cusick.

Not one that'll stick, anyway.

Oh, you don't call possession

with intent "sticky"?

You have to prove

awareness of possession,

which is gonna be hard enough,

but intent to sell?

She doesn't even have a parking ticket.

She has two parking tickets.

And now she has an arrest for heroin.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)


This is your offer.

It's my best, but it's my only one.

Oh. Ten to 15 years?

You're out of your mind.

Could be 25 if it goes to a jury.

Oh.

This type of heroin

that they found on her

has been trickling down from Canada

for the last ten months, and now we got

the CAC, the PPD, the DEA

and every other agency up our butts

to cr*ck down on it.

The judge would like to speak with you.

Take your client the offer, Margaret,

before it expires.

♪

We're rejecting the offer.

It's utter nonsense.

You are being set up.

You're an unwitting mule.

So, what do we do?

We're going to b*at this.

She has no idea

Who ordered the soaps,

or who loads them and

unloads them into her car.

But she did say that the events manager,

Victor Dunn, was very upset

when she got sick one weekend

and couldn't go and get them.

- Hmm.

- Margaret, I have these for you to sign.

I just need the access

point to the club.

- How I'm getting in there.

- Which club?

These women are obviously very

protective of their little coven.

- It is not going to be easy.

- Which women?

The PPF. The Portland Preservationist

Preservationist Fellowship.

Yeah, I'm a member.

You're a member?

Yeah. Peter's grandmother

gives a lot of money.

She got me in, but I never go.

The whole thing feels

a little silly to me.

Oh, yeah, my mom feels

the exact same way.

Uh, y-you go to their events?

The Labor Day boat party?

Uh, no.

We went to the New Year's Eve thing

at the, uh, Pittock Mansion.

Mom, come on, remember,

they're criminals.

- Wait, they're criminals?

- Yes, they're all filthy little drug lords.

MARGARET: We don't know that.

We don't know anything

yet. We don't have

Have a way in? Now we do.

Susan, what's the next event

on their fancy lady schedule?

Well, they have small

events all the time.

Let me look.

They actually have an event today.

Um, there's a woman who's speaking about

the history of the Yamhill Mansion,

and there's a high tea.

Great! We'll go to that.

What's a high tea?

I can't take you. This

event is women's only.

- But, uh, I could take you, Margaret.

- All right. Yes.

Let's go, and maybe

we can ask Victor Dunn,

the events manager, some questions.

If we wait to subpoena

him for a deposition,

it could take weeks.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

Seriously? You two are

suddenly the investigators?

What am I supposed to do, then?

Research them.

Investigate the PPF.

Their history, their bank accounts,

check for offshore accounts,

suspicious transactions.

Oh, wait, should I shut

down every traffic light

and ATM in Portland while I'm at it?

Mom, I got to go in there.

I need to taste, touch and smell stuff.

I'm an in-person guy.

Not today, you're not.

I'm sure Lyle can find some

information online somewhere.

Oh, yes, go to Lyle.

He's very good with techtronics.

What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I am not going to him.

Every time I speak, he looks

at me like I'm an idiot.

Like that.

All right, Todd.

Come with me.

Todd has something to ask you.

No, I don't.

Not me. Todd needs information

about the PPF building,

the Yamhill Mansion

- and whatever is going on inside.

- Done.

Done. Give me a break.

- I'll give you a break.

- Are you k

- Give me a break?

- Stop. Stop it, stop it.

You two are working together on this.

Uh, hi. Uh, I'm your

Uber delivery driver

- here with, uh, fresh eggs.

- Yeah, whatever. You got to speak to Victor.

Victor!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)


Are you Colin? You're three hours late.

Uh, yes, I'm Colin.

I'm so sorry, and you must be Victor?

And this is what you are wearing?

What part of a black collared shirt

and pressed slacks

did you not understand?

Why do they insist on

sending me subpar talent?

(GROANS)
All right.

Here, put this on. Move, move, move.

Join Olivia at the prep station

and get started on those tea sandwiches.

Show this millennial what to do.

Yes, sir.

So, uh, what are we doing here?

- Dying slowly.

- (CHUCKLES)


What does it look like?

Stack the disgusting little

sandwiches on the tray,

serve them to the

disgusting monster ladies.

Get your check, go home,

take a shame shower.

All right.

Let's stack some disgusting sandwiches.

(QUIET CHATTER)


(SOFT, ELEGANT MUSIC PLAYING)


Good afternoon, ladies.

I understand you asked for me.

How may I be of service?

Yes, hello. Um, I'm Margaret Wright,

an attorney, and I was

hoping we could speak with you

about one of your

employees, Judy Cusick.

Well, I know nothing about her,

except that her arrest

has left me short-staffed.

Oh. Colin? Tea sandwiches?

Good afternoon.

VICTOR: These women do not

have salad forks or napkins,

or potatoes dauphinoise.

- Fix that, please.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Baby sannies, ladies? Either of you?

Now, do you think these are

made by elves or for them?

Todd, what are you doing here?

I specifically asked

you not to come today,

and now you have lied your way inside.

Well, it's not a lie, it's a facade,

like the one you used to get

me into the police station.

SUSAN: Have you learned anything?

What, in life or as Colin?

Because, um, the staff

here hates their jobs,

Victor's a grouch, and this

whole place reeks of mold.

- (CHUCKLES)


- VICTOR: Colin.

- Hmm? Ah.

- Bus this table.

Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies,

I'm being disrespected.

(SIGHS)


- Ah, Felicity.

- Margaret, what are you doing here?

I came here with my associate, Susan,

to ask Victor some

questions about Judy Cusick.

- You remember, the girl who

- What did they charge her with?

What did she do?

I can't talk about that here like this.

- It was dr*gs.

- (GASPS)
What did he say?

dr*gs? Was she charged with dr*gs?

- It is a much longer story.

- Oh?

Can I ask you something?

- Well, yes.

- Do you know

how long Judy Cusick worked here,

and was there ever anything

strange about her employment?

- Strange?

- Mm-hmm.

Judy? No. I mean, we

hardly had any interaction,

but she seemed pleasant.

Lovely, really.

Was it Joan who ordered

all the soaps for the PPF?

Soaps? What does soap have

to do with all of this?

I don't know.

Yet.

Dear God!

Shouldn't we be using tiny

plates for tiny sandwiches?

(SIGHS)


Hey.

Listen, if you want to have

some fun after work tonight,

me and the rest of the

staff are gonna wash

our brains out with bleach.

You're still here?

I'm always here.

I ran some local info

on the PPF building.

I have their property

tax rate, utility costs,

Better Business Bureau

rating, a copy of their title,

and the most recent

assessments of their building.

What do you have?

I have eagle cam.

What is "eagle cam?"

It's a webcam on a nest in Forest Park.

You know, watch the

eagles lay their eggs,

keep 'em warm, hatch

their eaglets, fly away.

And how does that pertain

to the case at hand?

Well, eagle cam is about a

quarter mile from the PPF HQ.

So, if you were to scroll through

a few weeks' worth of footage,

you'd notice someone's in there,

every night, late at night, after dark.

- Huh.

- So, I need to borrow

some, like, night vision goggles,

- all your best toys.

- Not happening.

(GROANS)
But I'm going back there,

around 2:00 a.m., to get inside,

and see what's what. (SNAPS FINGERS)


- No.

- (SIGHS)


Tomorrow, I'll go back there and

set up a camera closer to the house.

We're not doing anything

until we have more information.

But they're drug dealers.

It's like hunting vampires.

You got to strike in the middle

of the night, with a silver b*llet.

That's werewolves.

(SIGHS)
Can I have the goggles anyway?

No. No!

You're not going back there tonight. No.

Okay, fine. Fine.

I'm not going back there.

(GRUNTS, GROANS)


(GROANS)


♪

Whoa. Geez.

(SIGHS)


Colin?

(CHUCKLES)


What are you doing here?

Are you living

at the Yamhill Mansion?

Oh, yes.

Living in splendor!

(GIGGLES)


Don't you just love

all of that fabulous wallpaper?

How long have you been living here?

Since June? April?

Gentrification drove me

out of North Portland.

My rent went up $37.

Well, I don't have $37.

So, I decided to gentrify myself.

And no one knows you're here?

Each dawn, I pack up my things

and slide them into the attic

before the harpies arrive

to scream at each other

about archival wainscoting.

So, now, do tell.

- Are you here to rob us, or are you a masher?

- No.

No. Also, my name isn't Colin,

and I'm not in catering.

I'm a detective.

And I saw you today in

the kitchen, selling dr*gs.

Selling dr*gs?

You were taking money,

covertly like this, I saw it.

Oh, my dear boy.

Those poor cater waiters are

buying leftover sandwiches

and champagne from me at below cost.

They'd starve otherwise.

I am not dealing dr*gs.

Not like that misbegotten Judy.

Oh, dear Judy.

Throwing her life away,

just like the one before her, Davina.

Davyna? Divianna?

- And who is that?

- Judy's predecessor.

She overdosed on dr*gs

and lapsed into a coma.

- Huh.

- Six months ago.

Mmm! Would you like a drink?

Yeah, I'm gonna pass on that.

But, uh, this Davina, o-or Divyna

Oh!

Yes.

Davina. Richards.

The comatose goddess of the night.

Davina Richards.

- What are you talking about?

- She's in a coma here at this hospital.

- I looked it up.

- And how can I help you with that?

I need information about her.

I know nothing about it,

and even though I'm your sister,

sharing it with you would be

- a HIPAA violation.

- HIPAA violation, I know.

How many times do I have to explain

- HIPPA violations to you?

- Just search on your little doctor computer.

Patient name, Davina Richards.

Richards? Coma ward, bed nine.

BOTH: Great, thank you.

NURSE (OVER P.A.)
: Dr.

Grant, ICU 4. Code black.

Uh, I will see you at dinner.

Okay. Just get out of the way.

♪

Oh.

Uh, I am so sorry, Doctor.

Didn't mean to Wait, who are you?

Who am I? Who are you?

Just a resident on my rounds.

It's my night on the coma ward.

Well, then

let's see what you know.

Look at this chart a-and

tell me what it says.

Now. O kay.

Okay, all right. Um

Patient: Davina Richards.

- Uh-huh.

- Age 42.

Has been in a coma

since April of this year.

Overdosed on heroin and

- Oh, this is interesting.

- What is interesting?

This specific organ toxicant

affected the patient's cells

on an acute cuboidal level.

Which means? Come on, now.

Talk to me like I'm a patient.

The ingestive absorption

caused tachycardia.

She did not habitually

use dr*gs before she overdosed.

Like

it was her first time.

Uh-huh. Very good.

Anything else?

Right. Uh, sorry. Uh

Well, just the personal notes.

Flowers. Uh

I guess those.

Fresh flowers arrive

every three days, and they're

to be placed near the patient.

Perhaps as a remembered scent, I guess.

- You guess? You guess?

- No, it's just

I Look, I'm-I'm not cutting it here!

I'm a sham!

I don't know who I am anymore.

My dad was right,

I am never gonna be a doctor.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Listen to me

Kieran stop that.

Don't you let your father

or anyone else get in your head.

- You're gonna make a great doctor.

- Really?

How do you know?

Because I was you once,

and look at me now,

an accomplished finger surgeon.

Do I still doubt myself sometimes? No.

But you will until you make it.

Now get out there,

and you save some lives.

- (SOFTLY)
: Thank you.

- Yeah.

MARGARET: Joan, I want to thank

you so much for coming down.

I need to speak to you about a situation

involving one of your employees.

If this is about overtime,

I don't want to hear it.

Each of my employees

signs a firm declaration

on the first day of work.

It is a not-for-profit institution.

No one is getting rich.

Not even me.

This is about Judy Cusick.

Oh, the girl in jail?

The incompetent one who

broke the heirloom cup?

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, but that's right,

you're her great defender,

her personal bulldog.

You have the audacity to

tell me how to conduct myself

in my own organization.

What, all for some fumbling girl?

Well, I hope it's worth it to you.

What, is she suing me?

- Ha!

- Huh.

(MOUTHS)
Joan.

Judy has been employed

by your foundation

for the last six months

as a housekeeper, a server

and she has run errands

(COUGHS)
on, uh, a

bimonthly basis to Canada.

Well, I can't keep

track of every worker,

every task, every employee.

Joan, I believe Judy is innocent

of the charges against her.

Do you want to know what this is about?

I believe someone in your

organization is framing her

for drug smuggling.

(STAMMERS, SIGHS)


This is This is outrageous.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING, BUZZING)


- Whoa! Ah! Y-your phone.

Uh, Ms. Wright, your

phone. It-It's ringing.

Sorry,

I'm Ms. Wright's phone valet.

- Uh, hello.

- Oh!

How dare you come after my organization,

after after my family!

Her family?

- Joan, I'm so sorry.

- Who's her family?

Joan, don't leave. Joan.

I will never forget this cruelty.

And if you persist in

this line of questioning,

I will have my lawyers

contact your lawyer.

Joan, I am my lawyer.

Please don't leave like this.

Why are you so upset?

She said, "My family."

She has a personal stake in this.

Yeah, because her daughter, Olivia,

is that sullen cater waiter

at the Yamhill Mansion.

And guess who was kicked out of Wesleyan

for selling dr*gs to her dormmates?

Talk about a facade of Fakey McFakerson.

Her daughter is running heroin

through her mother's foundation?

And that is so much worse

than anything I've ever done.

The state will demonstrate

that the defendant, Judy Cusick,

attempted to transport

lethal doses of heroin

across the Canadian border,

under the streets of our city,

destroying families

and lives in her wake

He's making me sound like a monster.

That's just part of his show.

We'll be okay.

My investigator is

finding out who framed you.

to those that

thr*aten our very humanity,

who are we?

Justice is in our hands your hands.

The state will also demonstrate

that Ms. Cusick acted

- (CHIMES)


-

(CRYING)


Hey.

- Colin?

- Yeah?

Oh, hi. Uh, what a coincidence.

Uh, why are you crying at the bus stop?

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, I just, uh

I owe this evil woman $9,000.

She's really overbearing.

She never listens to me.

She's kind of a shrill person, you know?

She wears shirts that are,

like, $4,000 for no reason,

and yet she still wants

me to pay her back.

I mean, it's ridiculous.

I'm in big trouble.

Mm. Yeah, sucks. I've been there.

- You have?

- Sure.

My mom wants me to pay her back

for my legal incident, but (CHUCKLES)


I'm not making anything

working at the PPF, so

If only there was a way that I could

just make some extra money.

I don't know, I'd do anything.

Anything.

I can't help you there.

(QUIETLY)
: What?

Oh. (CRIES)


JUDGE: Thank you, D.A. Boatman.

We will take a short recess

and continue with

defense's opening statement.

(GAVEL BANGS)


Court is in recess.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)


Todd, what have you got?

TODD: I don't know if it's Olivia.

I mean, maybe,

but she's not biting, and my

crying was totally on par today.

(SIGHS)
What can I say, Mom?

She's just a tough nut to cr*ck.

- Mom?

- Todd, I have to go.

(CHUCKLES)
Felicity.

- What are you doing here?

- I found something.

I was looking at Judy's old pay stubs,

and our original job application,

and I came across these,

old carbon receipts

from one of our ledgers.

Someone was forging signatures

and making out blank checks

for thousands and thousands of dollars,

but the only person who had

access to our ledgers is Victor.

Or someone from our support staff.

Maybe Judy?

Or Olivia. Joan's daughter.

TODD: I have something

that's gonna blow your minds.

- ALLISON: Oh.

- MARGARGET: Todd, what are

ALLISON: Ew! Todd!

CHUCK: I was still eating that salad.

MARGARET: I don't know

what you're doing, Todd,

other than making a mess.

Okay, this is the

leader of the drug ring,

and these are all the suspects

Olivia, Joan, Victor.

Now, Davina must've

threatened the drug leader,

somehow, and needed to be shut up.

- So the drug leader drugged her.

- ALLISON: As you do.

- Is the ground pepper dr*gs?

- No, it's a metaphor.

- For snow.

- No, it's not.

And which one is me?

You're you. You're-you're

sitting right there.

And which one put Davina in a coma?

- The pepper.

- And who's that?

(WHISPERS)
: We don't know yet.

Okay, you've totally lost all of us.

- Is dinner over?

- TODD: Look.

The point I'm trying to make is,

- what if Davina wasn't in a coma?

- But she is in a coma.

Yes, but what if she wasn't?

ALLISON: I'm just a doctor,

but I'm pretty sure

that's not how comas work.

Actually, it might be.

Listen, listen, we create

a ruse, a false front.

We make people thing Davina

has come out of her coma,

and then, once the drug

dealer hears she is awake,

they'll be afraid Davina

is gonna expose them,

and they'll att*ck Davina.

MARGARET: We root the drug dealer out.

Yes. We have all the emails

for everyone at the PPF, right?

- Yes, it was part of discovery.

- Great, so

we'll send a wide

email out "accidentally"

to everyone at the PPF

saying former employee Davina

has come out of her coma,

and she's been sent

home for whatever reason,

with a full-time care nurse.

Makes absolutely no

medical sense, but okay.

I mean, whatever.

We just need to suggest that she's back,

and she will be a surprise

witness in the trial.

MARGARET: The drug

dealer will see the email.

TODD: And zip over to Davina's home

to find out if it's the truth.

And that is what we call

- BOTH: A sting.

- An ambush.

A sting.

- I I was gonna say sting.

- Yeah.

You two have been spending

way too much time together.

(MARGARET GROANS)


(SIGHS SHARPLY)


Déjà vu.

Waiting in a car with you

for something bad to happen.

Well, Harry was a

stakeout. This is a sting.

It's very different.

And this time

- we have snacks.

- No.

You are not eating in my car.

What? I eat in my car.

Yes, which used to be my car,

and then you ate in it,

and now it's horrific.

"Horrific" seems a little unkind.

I don't want to ask this question,

- but what happens if

- You have to pee?

I'm wearing an astronaut diaper.

I have more.

Why do you care so much?

Or did you? About that stupid club?

Are you really lonely?

Well, I have my job and my family,

both of which I love very much, but

now, at night, I'm alone.

But when I run into people that I know,

I I have to

I-I feel I have to

pretend that I'm okay.

So I smile and act

like everything's fine,

because I can't say,

inside

"I'm lonely."

Or not sad lonely, but

alone.

Because it scares them.

And then they pull away,

and so I smile bigger,

- and I act like everything is fine and

- Sounds exhausting.

Oh, it is.

I'm exhausted just hearing about it.

(LAUGHS)


But seriously, Mom

Hmm?

You're not alone.

MARGARET: A car! Someone's here.

Not yet. Patience.

- We don't want to spoke them.

- Okay. (EXHALES)
Okay.

Okay, go!

(WHISPERS)
: Go. Go.

- TODD: Hey!

- (WOMAN GASPS)


(GASPS)


Joan? (GASPS)


(EXHALES)


I'm not gonna lie.

My daughter, Olivia, has struggled.

She's had drug issues

in the past, that's true.

She was expelled for selling them.

Yes.

And whatever you might

think of me, Margaret,

I am a good mother

because I brought her home

to live with me and gave her a job

so that I could watch her more closely.

I have her drug tested

three times a week.

She's clean and no longer in that world.

Then what were you

doing at Davina's house?

I

I was in love with her.

I'm in love with her still.

- Davina Richards?

- JOAN: Yes.

You sent the flowers

to her room every week.

When I heard she came out of the coma,

I I rushed over to see her, and

Then I was devastated to

hear that it wasn't true.

We also are really hoping

that she pulls through.

Yeah, and the sting

was my mom's idea, so

If someone really tried to

m*rder the woman that I love,

please find them and make them pay.

Joan, that bag is not yours, is it?

No. It's Davina's.

She left it at my home, and then she

When she didn't come back

- Uh, can I see that?

- Yes.

(JOAN SIGNS)


There's nothing of

importance in there, I think,

not to anyone but me.

- W what is that?

- I I don't know. It's trash.

I couldn't bring myself

to throw any of it away.

I have to go check something.

Wait, w-where are you going, Todd?

Todd, where are you going?

Todd, where are you going?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)


♪

(WATCH CHIMES)
Text Mom.

Mom, if I just cracked this case,

you owe me lunch every day for a week.

BOATMAN: The state rests, Your Honor.

I'm scared, Margaret.

I can't go to prison.

- Are you sure that we're

- Just wait.

Your Honor, I do have

one more witness to call.

The defense calls

Felicity Wallis.

(GALLERY MURMURING)


It's okay.

MARGARET: One of my client's jobs

was to drive to Canada to

pick up specialty soaps.

- Is that correct?

- Yes, that's correct.

Mm-hmm. And what is the reason you had

an employee drive five hours

to Canada to pick up

these handmade soaps,

rather than sourcing them from Portland?

Well,

because they use heirloom techniques

to create these

wonderful handmade soaps.

Uh-huh. And and prior to my client,

Davina Richards was

also tasked with driving

five hours to pick up soaps

- from Canada, is that correct?

- Yeah, that's correct.

And this same Davina Richards

is now in a drug overdose-induced coma.

Ms. Wallis,

do you own the business

next to the soap shop?

Fresh and Easy Cleaners?

No, I do not. That was my husband's.

Are you sure?

I mean, I know your deceased husband

left your affairs in

a messy state of chaos,

but just to jog your memory, uh

What is the signature here

of the person who renewed

the business license?

- Felicity Wallis.

- Uh-huh. But that is you, correct?

Correct.

And, uh,

what is your title, according

to the business license?

- Owner, CEO.

- Ah.

Your Honor, I'd like

to submit this license

into evidence, and I would also

like to submit two exhibits.

First, this torn piece

of dry cleaning bag

found in Davina Richard's purse.

And

this full bag from the same cleaners,

found in your office, Felicity,

at the PPF headquarters.

- Do you recognize them?

- BOATMAN: Objection.

- Relevance?

- Overruled.

But get there, Ms. Wright.

These bags are made from

the exact same plastic used

to wrap heroin found in my client's car.

Fresh and Easy Cleaners served as

a packaging center for the dr*gs,

and right next door to it

was the specialty soap shop.

You used unwitting PPF staff,

like my client, to make

these trips to Canada,

and while they were

inside, picking up the soap,

you had your people hide the heroin

inside and under the car.

I mean, Davina and Judy had

no idea that they were mules.

And then, you unloaded the

dr*gs at the Yamhill Mansion,

a place that nobody

including the DEA

would ever think to look,

making you the most

unlikely drug smuggler

- in all of Portland, Oregon.

- (GALLERY MURMURING)


Is it correct that Davina

Richards was going to expose you,

and is that why you had her silenced

with a staged overdose?

- (GALLERY GASPS)


- Objection, are you serious?

JUDGE: Overruled. Your Honor,

I pulled Davina's phone records

and text records.

So many messages going back

and forth between you two.

And it seems that you

set up a meeting with her

on the very same day

she went into a coma.

But what you didn't know

is that Davina had saved the evidence,

a little shred of plastic, in her purse,

and that shred pointed

us right back to you.

- (GALLERY GASPS)


- I don't know what you're talking about.

- (GALLERY MURMURING)


- This is just crazy.

JUDGE: Order. (GAVEL BANGING)


Order!

You nearly k*lled Davina Richards,

and you almost ruined my client's life.

Almost.

No further questions, Your Honor.

(QUIET CHATTER)


(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)


♪

- MAN: Open it up!

- Our world is crumbling ♪

- But you don't seem to care ♪

- Oh, God, the wall.

Be careful.

Ah ♪

Can you hear me, can you hear me? ♪

- Or am I in the invisible world? ♪

- (GROANS)


Hey, you can turn away if you need to.

Margaret, I owe you an apology.

I forgive you. We would be honored

if you would become one of our members.

You have earned it 1,000 times over.

I'm not sure it's quite me

to be one of you.

Thank you,

but I respectfully pass.

But I would love to

continue serving the PPF

in all of your future legal needs.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)


All right, I cracked the case,

so you have to buy me lunch all week,

and I'm thinking lobster.

Todd, you may have found

the dry cleaning plastic,

but I found the business license,

and I pulled up

Davina's phone records

Are you trying to back out of

my weeklong success lunches?

This is unfair, this is illegal.

And you should know that

because you're a lawyer.

Okay.

We solved it together,

so I will pay for lunch,

but I get to choose where we eat.

Henry Thiele's.

No, that place is terrible.

It's like dead food

that's been embalmed.

Todd, your father and I had

our wedding reception there.

Yeah, and they haven't

changed the menu since.

Oh, I forgot my phone.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Todd.

Hmm?

Your mother gave me a

hat with a fascinator.

Oh, yeah.

(CHUCKLES)
: It's, uh,

it's very fascinating.

Yeah, you should actually

just probably take it off

- and and throw it out.

- I mean, I knew I was

a hat person, but, like, this hat?

Yeah, pink antenna,

definitely the real you.

Authentic. (CHUCKLES)


- Authentically me.

- Mm-hmm.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)


Hey, babe.

Yeah.

Did you make dinner

reservations for tonight?

Oh, perfect. How was your day?

(CHUCKLES)


Okay.

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)


- So, maybe for lunch

lobster.