[indistinct voices speaking]
[woman speaking over P.A.]
- [indistinct chatter] - [TV playing]
[exhales]
[sighs]
[sighs heavily]
Can I sit down?
Hi, Frank.
Hey, you.
[groans softly]
I'm okay.
You feel safe here, right?
Yeah, me, too.
Felt the same way.
You don't have to stay here.
I couldn't see a way out.
[laughs]
Join the club. I couldn't, either.
[laughs]
You just want to run and get out.
But there's nowhere to go.
You were right about Uncle George.
I didn't want to be.
[exhales]
I love you.
Okay.
[indistinct P.A. announcement]
♪ ♪
[siren wails in distance]
- [indistinct chatter] - [footsteps approaching]
You got to be shitting me.
That's a whole other story. So how is she?
She's fine.
She's gonna be fine.
[Billy] Well, George got her to agree to a 5150.
They've got her for 72 hours.
What a major fucking prick he is.
Your brother tried to kill me.
Were you surprised?
- No. - I'm not the least bit fucking surprised.
Well, I-I just don't understand it.
I mean, why would he do that?
He's got Kate and he's winning.
Winning isn't enough for George.
Will you testify?
♪ ♪
[entry bells jingle]
What do you say, Lisa?
Hey, Billy.
You all right?
Same old, same old.
Clean hand today, thank goodness.
So just a little shot of mother's milk will do me.
Sure you didn't rub that off yourself?
[chuckles] Nope.
He went easy on me.
Lady's buying.
Spring roll?
They're actually quite good.
No, thanks.
You sure you want to be seen with me?
We can keep our distance, so to speak.
Please.
How can I help you?
Oh, I think you've done quite a bit already, haven't you?
Been a busy little bee, gumming up the works.
The judge voided our Zax Pharma settlement.
Really, what happened?
[laughs] Please, like you don't know.
Well, you fired me. I'm off the case.
I'm enjoying my unemployment and doing a little sightseeing
- in the meantime. - Lovely.
- Shame I can't read your travelogue. - Mm.
Not until after the trial.
Of course.
Well, McBride, you continue to enjoy yourself.
And I will continue to pay your rent
just as long you need to...
sightsee.
Well, that's awfully kind of you.
[chuckles] Kindness has nothing to do with it.
I don't like you.
You like me a little bit.
This case has developed a stink,
and you sniffed it out long before I did,
so I have no choice.
I have to trust and your instincts.
Okay.
And quite frankly...
I'm afraid.
Afraid of what?
Sam.
Her reaction to Tom's death was...
odd, cold.
And I had a dream that night that she...
slit my throat
with a pearl-handled letter opener.
Which I'm sure she's wanted to do
ever since I married her father.
But...
she's never quite disturbed
my sleep like that before.
Yeah, I've been having a few dark dreams myself.
Do you survive them?
I don't know yet.
I'm still waiting to see.
Is Sam compromised?
Unfortunately, yeah.
Fuck.
What do I do?
The only person that can save Sam
from this is Sam.
[footsteps approaching]
- [knocking] - Hey, you.
Benefits from Tom True's life insurance policy.
They need your signature for the release.
No, they don't.
Then consider it a formality.
I don't want to be the lone signatory on this.
It's too damn awful.
Come in.
[sighs]
I can still hear Tom whistling in the hallway,
the way he did... his tuneless,
phantom whistling.
I'll never understand why he decided to go like this.
Christ, what was he thinking?
Well, that's the thing about suicide.
You just never know.
There is another matter to discuss.
Oh, yeah?
Your life insurance policy.
What about it?
Well, with Tom gone, it would be financially prudent
to increase your premiums.
However, your...
multiple sclerosis is a complication.
Ava, you do what you need to do.
You'll probably be the last Margolis standing anyway.
Yes.
And who's to say I wouldn't shutter the firm
before the ink is dried on your own benefits check.
Because you wouldn't do that.
- Wouldn't I? - No.
It's my father's firm.
My husband's firm.
And I will continue to honor his legacy
even if you don't.
Get the fuck out of my office now.
- Thank you for this. - Oh, you're welcome.
[exhales]
Oh, thank God, Peter.
- Give it to me. - Hey, Patty.
You want some gum?
- What? - Some gum?
No, I'm set, thank you.
Yeah, I tried the patches, but they make me feel weird.
Cool.
[clears his throat]
You lost your witness.
Excuse me?
Kate Zax, she's out.
I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?
- I'm the messenger. - What?
Her uncle had her locked up. 5150 psychiatric hold.
Jesus Christ, when did that happen?
Don't know. Didn't ask.
You got a meeting set up for you tonight.
You got all the details there.
- Who am I meeting? - I don't know. I'm just the messenger.
Make sure you're not followed. Last call.
I don't want your gum, man!
- Sure? All right, okey-doke. - Yes! Shit!
Peter?
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Fuck.
Hey, listen, I got something wrong with the key.
- I can't get in. - Well, it's all clear down here.
I mean, you still have some time to figure it out.
Just try the neighbors, then.
- All right. - [knocking]
[chuckles]
Can I help you?
Uh, Margaret, right?
- Carol. - Carol, right, right.
Carol, I think I saw you in the hallway with Tom one day.
- Oh, maybe, yeah. - So anyway...
uh, I'm supposed to get some stuff out of Tom's apartment
for him, but I can't get him on the phone.
And he gave me the wrong stupid key,
- so I was just gonna see... - Oh!
is there any way I can...?
You want to use my fire escape?
- That'd be great. - Okay, well, come on in.
- Thank you, thank you very much. - Okay.
Sure.
[♪ The Seven Ups: "Bello at Night"]
[Brittany] No way! Kenny?
Oh, my God!
I knew it was you! I saw you from, like,
a mile away. I swear I have, like, eagle eyes.
What the hell are you doing
- in San Francisco, dude? - I'm sorry...
Don't tell me that you don't remember me, because if you
don't remember, then what does that say about me?
- Right? - Do I know you?
You don't remember me from the wedding?
I'm not insulted, but I'm, like, lowkey mad just a little bit.
You look very handsome, by the way. Really?
- I'm sorry, I... - Oh, my hair was different.
I mean, I don't know if you, like,
still have that "girlfriend" or whatever, but...
- [Ken] I have work to do. - No, it's fine.
It's fine, I know we're busy. We're all busy, right?
So what... Oh, whoops.
Did I drop my earring in here?
Hey, Billy.
Work out okay?
Oh, yes, thank you very, very much.
I got what I came for.
Could I get you a drink?
If I had time, I really would, Carol.
- But I, I'm, uh, kind of... - Aw.
I got to, I got to get this to Tom.
- Okay. - Um, so... Okay.
Next time, see you in the hallway, huh?
- Next time, yes. - Good to see you, Billy.
You, too, Carol.
- Hey, Patty. - What are you doing here?
Well, I'm kind of stranded.
Can I stay at your place tonight?
No!
Oh.
[♪ Skinshape: "After Midnight"]
Cool.
I'm busy as fuck and I'm late for a thing.
So can we talk in the car?
So I can stay?
Ooh, man.
Does your mother know you're in San Francisco?
What does it matter?
- Okay. - [elevator bell dings]
[Patty] All right, what happened?
- [Casey] Well, my dad said I could stay at his place. - Uh-huh.
But he wasn't home.
He is in Cabo with Rhonda.
Oh, fuck Rhonda. So he didn't know you were coming?
Well, I didn't want to give him the opportunity to say no.
That's smart.
So here's the deal.
You can stay with me tonight
on one condition.
You have to text your mother and tell her where you are.
Oh, come on!
She doesn't give a shit about me.
I don't give a shit about your feelings. Text your mother.
Patty, I'm so tired of her telling me
that I'm wasting my life
waiting tables, not going to college.
- I can't take it anymore. - Look, I get it.
I get it. Things are rough with Christina right now.
But, honestly, the best thing that you can do
is try to be kind,
- and tell her where you are. - Why?
Because I fucking said so!
You want to stay with me or not? Shit.
- Jesus! God. - Jesus Christ!
All right, stay here, lock the fucking doors,
don't be stupid, okay? Love you.
[grunts]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[water dripping]
[dogs barking in distance]
♪ ♪
Hi, uh, Patty Solis-Papagian.
It's Patty Solis-Papagian.
Oh, inside.
Okay.
Hi. Hi, okay.
Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, my God.
[♪ The Chinese Virtuosi: "Lui Quin Niang"]
Hello.
Do you know what a big risk it is for us
- to meet like this? - Yeah, I know.
What? What happened?
What? Is Kate all right?
Yeah, she'll be fine, but she's done.
- No, she's not done. - Mm-hmm.
She can't be done, Billy. Listen, I'll get the judge
to order a continuance until she's released
- from her psych hold. - I got you somebody better.
- Who? - Frank Zax.
Kate's father.
He's the chemist behind Trimadone.
He'll be a better witness, but...
it's gonna be a challenge.
Great. Define "challenge."
Well, he's had some mental issues.
- Uh-huh. - Kate's too vulnerable right now.
It's too fresh for her.
But Frank's lived with his illness for a long, long time.
If you can keep him on track, he's our best witness.
He's been with George every step of the way.
Okay.
All right.
Now, listen, you got to get
the Amurzyn test results on record.
- The ones from Cooperman. - How?
Uh, the judge is not gonna allow that.
Well, you got to try.
It'll corroborate Frank's testimony.
And otherwise it's just his word against George.
You know, I just, I really wish that you could just...
I just wish you were in court.
Well... this is your case.
You got this.
Right.
Okay.
- When do I meet, um...
- Frank. - Frank.
He's gonna drop by the office
in about a half an hour.
My office?
Mm-hmm.
So you want Sam to see him?
Think it's good for her to see who's on deck.
How's it going with her anyway?
Oh, it's fucking terrible, yeah.
No, I don't trust her at all.
Uh...
Super, okay, I will head back to the office.
And I will gather the paperwork.
And then, I don't know, when is the ne...
Oh, fuck! My sister's here.
- Fuck, what am I gonna do with her? - Where is she?
She's waiting for me in the car.
- She going to your place? - Mm-hmm.
Okay, I'll take her.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Oh, that'd be fucking awesome.
I'd love to meet your sister anyway.
That's... Please don't make this a creepy thing.
- How is that creepy? - It's a little creepy
- when you say it like that. - I mean I'd like to meet your sister.
- See what your sister's like. - You did it again.
- Yeah. Pay attention. - What?
First, front door, second...
I'll figure it out, just... you get going.
All right. Thank you.
Thank you very, very much.
- Patty? - Yeah?
You're doing a great job.
I'm drowning.
Okay, thank you.
Okay, so...
easy questions to start.
- Okay. - Okay.
Uh, what year did you
and your brother start Zax Pharma?
What year were you born?
Mm-mm, that... see, that's not relevant.
It's just... you look real young.
- Mm-hmm. - And yet you have major game.
Okay, um... can y...
- That was a compliment. - Sure.
Yeah.
You probably weren't even born when my brother and I started.
'79?
No.
Oh, wow, you don't have a four yet?
- Oh, God, no, no... Hi. - Excuse me?
Uh, this is our new key witness, Frank Zax.
Good evening.
Can I have a word?
Yeah.
I know the tone.
- And the drill. - I will be right back.
What's up?
You realize Frank Zax was institutionalized?
Yeah, I'm gonna take that head-on.
And you think that's wise?
I don't want to lose control of the narrative.
I think it's important to be as honest
and open as possible.
Okay.
You're not at all curious about what happened to Kate Zax?
[quiet laugh] I will be included
on all witness prep going forward.
So you been to San Francisco before?
No.
Yeah, I'm kind of new here myself.
Must be nice you get to see Patty for a while, right?
She doesn't want me here.
Well...
you know, she's busy, she's working on a big case.
I wouldn't take it personally.
It's fine, I get it.
She's been different since the baby.
Does she talk about what happened?
- With the baby? - Yeah.
It was really premature.
Something wrong with the blood vessels and the brain.
I forget what it's called.
Mm.
Yeah, I didn't know any of the details.
So I got a daughter about your age.
Good kid.
She in college?
She was, but, uh, I don't know what she's doing now.
She won't talk to me.
Oh.
You could text her.
She doesn't want to talk to me.
I didn't talk to my dad for...
like, a year after the divorce.
And then he started sending me pictures
of random dogs in his neighborhood.
Did you talk to him after that?
After about...
- 20 dogs. - Mm.
Well, maybe I'll text her a few dogs
and see what happens.
She won't respond right away.
That's good to know.
I've heard you loud and clear.
And I think you're right.
About?
It's time I stepped in.
Take this case to the finish line for my father.
[exhales]
Okay, and how does Patty feel about that?
Well, I'm gonna tell her tomorrow.
Not much is gonna change for her, though.
She's still gonna be first chair.
I'm gonna be sitting at the table.
Hmm.
And are you prepared?
I mean, you really should consider your health.
Never felt better.
Thank you, though.
[elevator bell dings]
[doors open]
I forgot my scarf.
You got to protect your neck.
- [footsteps approaching] - [knocking]
- Patty? - Yeah?
Um, Sam's gonna take over the case.
- What? - You will still be first chair.
So I would keep doing whatever it is that you're doing.
But she'll be there... next to you.
And she'll be empowered to do
whatever it is that she's going to do.
What is she going to do?
Well, I...
I mean, I don't know.
Okay, what am I supposed to do?
I would suggest that you make sure
you're as prepared as you could possibly be.
You know? So, I mean...
Patty, look, you're a very formidable character
in your own unique way; I'm sure you'll work it out.
And it'll be great.
Good night.
[whispering] "Formidable character."
What?!
- [drums beating] - [crowd clamoring]
Joe, what the fuck?
Sorry, Mr. Z, parade.
All right, fuck it.
I'll walk.
- [indistinct chatter] - [crowd clamoring]
[fireworks popping]
[intercom buzzes]
[Frank] So you heard?
I warned you.
Don't get Kate involved in this.
I got Kate out of it.
You, I don't know what the fuck you're doing.
I'm making a mess.
Frank, what...
Fuck.
[sighs]
Okay, Frank.
Why?
Oh, that's actually a pretty good question.
I guess because I think it's the right thing to do.
Yeah, so it's about me, right?
No!
It's about Kate, you asshole.
Kate... You-you could be destroying
everything we built for our kids.
If your fucking problem
is with me, let's deal with it right here, right now.
What do you want?
You don't even fucking know.
I mean, you're doing this why?
To-to be a fucking hero?
So Kate will love you?
Because that ship has sailed, that ship has run aground.
Frank...
I'm here, okay?
Now is the time.
Let's make one last deal.
Okay, you don't testify,
and I will give you... fill in the blank.
Keep begging.
- Oh, fuck you! - Go ahead, sell it to me.
That's what you love doing, that's what you're great at.
Tell me about the sky that you can give me
or the magic beans.
You don't even know what you're selling anymore,
nor do you give a shit!
You never built anything in your life.
You're a fucking parasite.
[grunts]
[moans]
[laughing] Well, congratulations!
Oh, boy!
You slipped one past a dying old man.
And I certainly won't forget that tomorrow
when I take the stand.
Parasite.
[Patty] Good morning, Dr. Zax.
- [Frank] Morning, ma'am. - You go by Frank, right?
Arthur was my father's name.
Understood. And your brother is George Zax?
So you and your brother started Zax Pharmaceuticals together.
How would you describe your roles in the company?
I was the chief pharmaceutical scientist
and lead drug designer.
And George was the president.
CEO.
What types of drugs did you develop
while you were at the company?
Well, I began making, uh, Zax Lax.
[laughs] Laxatives.
Okay.
Antacids and then we moved
onto opioids: Trimadone,
Amurzyn...
Objection!
May we have a moment, Your Honor?
- [clearing his throat] - What the fuck is that?
- What is that? - You'll find out.
I'm filing a motion in limine to exclude
any information about Amurzyn from his testimony.
The f... No, you're not. On what grounds?
This case is about Trimadone.
Any mention of Amurzyn is irrelevant.
Your Honor, Amurzyn is the crux of our case.
It proves they knew that Trimadone was addictive.
Any probative value it may have--
and I'm being generous here--
is substantially outweighed
by the unfair prejudice and confusion
of issues it brings with it.
And if the jury's verdict is tainted by any mention of it,
that would be grounds for an immediate appeal.
I'm confident you'll find some way around it,
Ms. Solis-Papagian.
You're a class act, Your Honor, thank you.
Motion is granted.
Dr. Zax?
You cannot mention Amurzyn at any point during your testimony.
Got it.
[Patty exhales] Okay.
[clears her throat] So tell me...
how does a company go from making laxatives
to opioids?
Right there.
- Right there? Huh. - George, my brother.
He wanted to move our company into pain management.
[Patty] Because pain management is big business?
Well, laxatives are only really temporary relief.
Pain management is...
downtown, long-term.
Hmm, so big money?
Now you got it.
Did you agree with his strategy?
- I'm sorry? - His strategy.
- Did you agree with it? - At the beginning, yeah.
I wanted to come up with a milder analgesic.
Was there any reason that you didn't want to make
an opioid-based painkiller?
Too addictive.
- Oh. - And we've had centuries
to prove that: opium,
morphine, codeine.
So just to be clear, opiates are used
to manufacture opioid-based painkillers?
Yeah, they're man-made.
So if everyone knows that natural opiates are addictive,
then why wouldn't it be the same for synthetic opioids?
Well, one reason is there was
a piece in the New England Journal of Medicine
around 1980,
where some doctors said that opioids
were not addictive...
statistically speaking.
Was the letter peer-reviewed or...
- scientifically backed up? - No, ma'am.
It was only a paragraph long.
But George found it.
He loved it because he thought it gave us legal
- cover. - Were you swayed by the letter?
I'm a scientist!
Excuse me
for raising my voice, but no.
It was just an opinion piece.
But George, he didn't give a shit.
Dr. Zax, language, please.
So the test results from Trimadone come back.
What do they say?
- It said it was addictive. - So, Dr. Zax,
why, if you knew
that Trimadone was addictive, why didn't you shelve it?
Why didn't you work on something else?
I tried to. I thought I had developed
a non-addictive formula for it.
But then suddenly I ran
- into unexpected complications. - Objection!
- This guy. - [Reiss] Dr. Zax, please refrain
from mentioning Amurzyn.
She asked me a question, how am I supposed
- to answer? - [Reiss] Ms. Solis-Papagian,
would you like to try that again?
Sure.
If you knew that Trimadone was addictive,
why did you release it?
Well, 'cause that was George's call.
He never seemed really interested
in any of my concerns.
All he wanted to do was get
Trimadone out there as fast as he could.
It was an undeniable business model for him.
An addictive, legal drug?
Sells itself.
What happened next?
He pushed me out of the company.
He got rid of me.
Done. "You're done here."
He wanted to be the only Zax
in Zax Pharma.
And went on to make billions--
and I mean billions of dollars--
off people's lives.
Um, can I have a moment, Your Honor?
Just one moment.
The jury loves him. I think we should just end here.
What are you... Are you...
You want me to skip over the mental health issues?
Let Griffin address it, yeah.
No way, this is the perfect time.
I insist.
- They're gonna destroy... - I insist.
[Reiss] Um, Ms. Solis-Papagian, anything else?
Yeah, one more thing, Your Honor.
Frank, would you do me a favor?
Would you take a look at our fine jury, please?
Want to tell everyone why you have a black eye?
Well, my brother punched me.
I'm sorry, your brother George
- punched you, is that right? - Yes, ma'am.
- Why? Yeah. - Why?!
Because I was testifying against him.
Thank you.
Thank you, ma'am.
No further questions.
We know you know a lot about drugs, Frank.
Is that solely from your professional experience?
- Objection. - I'll rephrase.
Are you currently taking any drugs
that may alter your mental state?
I'm taking clozapine
and, uh, lamotrigine.
An antipsychotic and a mood stabilizer.
Well, you've been to school, haven't you?
You take those to treat your schizoaffective disorder,
- right? - [Patty] Objection!
No, this goes beyond the scope of relevance, Your Honor.
- Your Honor? - Both of you, up here.
- [Patty clears throat] - [Griffin mutters]
This questioning goes straight to his credibility.
Mental illness does not mean
that his credibility is impaired.
That's for the court to decide.
No, he is bullying a vulnerable person,
Your Honor, and he is stigmatizing mental illness,
and that is not fair.
This witness's credibility is the heart of this case,
Your Honor, and I'm asking for some leeway.
You're playing a very dangerous game, Mr. Petock.
I don't see that I have any other choice here.
It's not my fault the plaintiffs didn't address
their witness's issues.
Hmm. Objection overruled.
You may continue, with caution.
- Yes, Your Honor. - [Patty sighs]
- [Griffin] Frank? - Yeah?
Are you taking this drug regimen regularly?
Twice a day.
And you started taking those meds about 25 years ago,
around the time you left Zax Pharma?
Could be something like that, yeah,
about... quarter of a century.
Do you have any trouble differentiating
between reality and delusion?
None.
You said your brother pushed you out of Zax Pharma
because you tried to stop Trimadone,
- correct? - That's correct.
And that was...
on August 5, 1994?
- Correct? - [Frank sighs]
I don't know.
Do you happen to remember what happened
the week before, on July 30?
You got me, bud.
- Does this refresh your memory? - Objection!
Your Honor, we don't have whatever that is.
Now you do. Exhibit 233.
Any reason that you've kept this to yourself, Mr. Petock?
Dr. Zax is a surprise witness, Your Honor.
Thrown at us at the last minute.
We're doing our best to cross-examine him
given the time constraints.
Consider yourself on a short leash, Mr. Petock.
Can you read that report, please?
Just the highlighted parts will do.
Objection, hearsay!
The document's over 20 years old
and a part of official state records.
Overruled. Dr. Zax, you may read.
[Griffin] Can you please read the report?
I wear glasses and they're at my house.
Oh, of course!
Georgie comes in!
Happens to have a pair of my glasses
in his pocket
at his trial.
- Where do I read? - [Griffin] Just the highlighted parts will do.
[Frank] "Officers reporting to the 200 block of Turk Street
found Arthur Francis Zax,
age 51, walking down
the middle of the road...
...naked and in a state of irritability
and confusion."
[Frank sighs]
"He was taken into custody
for evaluation."
You were suffering through a lot of delusions
during this period, weren't you?
[Frank] I don't remember.
I know I was under
a lot of stress.
But, sir, this was the incident that caused your brother
to get you long-term, professional care.
- Was it not? - He locked me up, for Christ's sake!
You call that care?
And you weren't removed from Zax Pharma
until you were declared incompetent,
- right? - The man used that as an excuse
so I couldn't stop him
from bringing out Trimadone.
That man took me away from my wife...
...and my daughter.
[Griffin] You were married at this time?
Yes.
- Where was she during this time? - [Patty] Objection!
What-what does this have to do with anything, Your Honor?
Everything. I'll be there in three questions.
You may continue, but I am counting.
Where was your wife, Frank?
[Frank] I don't know.
I was locked up.
You told your brother
- she went back to China, correct? - Yeah, that's true.
She missed her family, so she went back to China.
But that's not the whole truth, is it?
She went home to be buried
- with her family, didn't she? - What?!
Buried?
- No, no. - She committed suicide, didn't she?
- That never happened. - Sir,
I have the death certificate. Do you want to see it?
[Frank] No.
[Griffin] You don't remember because you were suffering
from persecutory delusions at the time.
You were telling her that the state was coming for you both.
That they were going to take her away,
and send her to a forced labor camp.
You drove her to take her own life,
- didn't you? - It's not true!
She just wanted to be with her family in China!
And if that was the case,
do you think she would ever abandon her only child?
What?
Page two of the police report, sir.
Will you please read that part for me?
[exhales]
"Officers conducting
a welfare check at his residence
found an... found an...
...unattended female minor."
[gallery murmuring]
"The child was turned over
to the care of her uncle."
[Griffin] You claim to have a very clear memory
about Trimadone.
That it was addictive and you tried to stop
your brother from releasing it.
But during the exact same time period,
you didn't realize your wife had died.
Or that you had abandoned your daughter.
Because it's not true!
You can't fall for this.
It's an act!
He's a performer, he tells stories!
He puts thoughts in your head!
Is that what you think your brother does, Frank?
Puts thoughts in your head?
No. [sighs] That's not
what I mean, I, I... He tells stories.
He's a salesman. He's very slick.
He's very shrewd and he always knows what to say.
And he's a liar.
[Griffin] Exhibit 234.
It's an adoption application.
Signed by you, waiving all your parental rights
- to Kate. - This isn't real.
You faked this, didn't you?
Is that not your signature?
Forgery! Forgery!
It's confirmed by a public notary, sir.
Oh, my God, you bought the notary?
[Griffin] The truth is, sir,
your brother did not steal your daughter.
In a rare moment of clarity,
you gave her to him to raise,
to take care of, because, sir, you could not.
No, that...
that never happened.
Did it?
[exhales]
You don't remember much from that time period.
Especially about Trimadone, right?
You hate your brother for having you committed,
for adopting your daughter, don't you?
But this is some kind of lawyer
trickery bullshit.
He punched me.
- He never punched you. - He punched me!
- You did that to yourself. - Fuck you.
- You did that to yourself. - [Reiss] Dr. Zax!
- Fuck you and your chickenshit mustache! - [Reiss] Dr. Zax, sit down!
- Order in the court! - Get the fuck out of my way.
Dr. Zax, sit down!
- Get out of my way! - Get the jury out of here!
- You... get up! - Call the marshal to...
- Go! Leave now! - Get up!
- Go! - Oh, don't sit back
with that smug fucking shit on your face.
You know better than anybody
alive...
that I am not crazy.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
I'm in here.
This won't take long.
Good, I don't have much time.
You've been pretty thorough.
And I don't even know the half of what you've done.
- What have I done, Billy? - I don't know.
Maybe it's just a payoff to keep the lights on
or maybe you struck a bigger deal with George Zax.
I don't know, but until that jury leaves the room
to deliberate,
you still have a chance to get out of this thing.
You see Dr. Ming today?
I just don't see how any of it really matters.
[spits] You know,
I'm gonna be in pain
for the rest of my life.
I'm not gonna get away with anything, Billy.
Yeah, I know how you feel.
No.
You don't.
No, actually, I do. I've been there.
If you're gonna be angry, be angry with me.
But don't go down this way.
Just let yourself out.
Yeah.
All right.
Have a listen.
[phone chimes]
[door opens]
- [birds chirping] - [door closes]
[sighs]
[Tom] Rob, you were right.
Billy's a good guy.
So you stick close to him,
'cause he's on the right side of this thing.
So whatever he asks you to do, do it.
Even if it seems crazy.
And I told him if he can see a way through this,
he's a better lawyer than me.
I let it get personal.
Sometimes it works to your advantage,
other times...
it crushes your soul.
Now...
my soul is crushed.
But I'm hopeful.
I'm hopeful for the first time in such a long time, Rob.
I hope those fucking assholes bleed
and choke and shit the same pain my poor Amanda endured.
Those soulless fucking cocksuckers.
Hold on a minute.
I think someone's following me.
Oh, hey, hey, get away from me, you piece of...
You piece of shit, get away from me!
[Tom exclaims]
No! No, don't!
Don't, don't, don't,
don't...
[Sam sobbing]
[muffled shouting]
- Hey. - Hey.
Mom's here.
- Hey. - Hey.
Thank you so much for having her
finally text me. A friend was gonna pick her up
and drive her home, I imagined them in a ditch,
- so... thank you. - It's no problem.
Are you packed?
Mm, almost, yeah.
Al... You're almost packed?
- Mom, stop. - Wh...
You don't...
Mm.
I can't do anything right.
How was your day?
How was court?
Uh, court was a shitshow.
Uh, what happened?
I had a gut feeling, and I got talked out of it.
- And... my case is fucked. - Hmm.
Not very good.
Is the trial over, or...
- No. - No.
Well, that's good.
Now you have more time to not fuck it up.
- Right? - I guess so, yeah.
Hmm.
Have you eaten?
I have not, no.
[Christina] There's an Italian place down the street.
I'm sure you know it, um...
I would like to take you to dinner.
You don't have to do that.
I know.
[Casey] Um, I'm pretty hungry.
Unreal.
[phone ringing]
- Oh, it's Denise. - Huh.
Hey, girl, what's up?
I don't think this is an emergency,
but your cat puked twice.
Do you want me to text you a photo?
No. No, no, no, please don't.
He seems fine now.
It was just alarming and disgusting.
Should I take him to the vet, just in case?
No, no, it's okay.
I'll, um, I-I'm coming back soon, it's fine.
Okay, good.
So how was your trip?
It's good. It was a lot of...
a lot of work and, you know, some play.
Uh, thanks for letting me know about the cat puke.
My pleasure.
- See ya later. - All right.
Bye, babe.
Why is Denise in Chicago?
'Cause she's, uh...
she's helping feed Kojak.
You want to know more?
- No, that's okay. - Okay.
Okay, so this is the general vicinity
where Tom was when he left the voice mail.
And there's security cameras right there.
So you think you can check them out and see if they caught him?
- Yeah, sure. - [sea lions barking]
May be some more around here someplace, too.
Maybe over there.
What?
[sea lions barking]
Those are my barking dogs.
I'll be damned.
♪ ♪
[man singing faintly]
[man] ♪ Big shot, didn't ya? ♪
♪ Had to open up your mouth ♪
♪ You had to be a... ♪
[singing fades]
Okay, sister, let's you and me get
something straight between us right now.
All right? What's the deal?
I didn't know we we're making a deal.
Was it George?
George who?
Was it Frank?
Who put you on my tail?
Seriously.
I don't know what you're talking about.
So nobody paid you to follow me?
It's just a total coincidence that everywhere I go,
you pop up, that's it?
It's a small city.
Besides, you ever notice, every time you see me,
that I was already there?
Maybe you're following me.
I'm a leader, not a follower.
Sorry to spoil the intrigue.
♪ I'll give you one hint, honey ♪
♪ You sure did put on a show ♪♪
♪ ♪
[knocking at door]
Hey.
Oh...
I don't know what I'm doing.
[exhales]
I feel really lost.
[exhales]
Put me on the stand.
Uh...
I don't even know.
I mean...
how?
I got a plan.
♪ ♪