01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

Then we have a deal?
- Yes.

If you hire an attorney
dedicated only to our dossier,

someone we approve.

- Well, we need a top lawyer to
seal the deal with Keas, right?

- Yes.
- Well, I found her.

Miranda Delano.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Yeah, finally.

- Ms. Delano, hi.
- Yes.

- I see you've met our
firm's paralegal, Evelyn.

- Out of all the
lawyers in Montreal...

- She meant nothing to me, Ev.

You are gonna be the
mother of my child.

- We don't know about that yet.

- What are you doing? Bro?

- My brother Andy
here is an alcoholic.

If you could all please not
give him a drink after work,

that would be great.

Let's start a family.

- Yes.

- Yes?

- I cheated on you, Phil.

Phil, it meant nothing!

I needed to be honest with you.

I'm telling you
this because I want

to spend my life with you, Phil!

Phil, I love you!

(Grunting, moaning)

(Giggling, moaning)

(Laughing)

- So, the house turns you on?

- Ah! Yeah, I guess we had
to give it a test drive.

- Do you see us here?

- It has everything.

- It's more than
we wanted to spend.

- We'll take out a loan.

- It needs a lot of work.

- Then we'll renovate.

Look at this place, Ev.

This is where we're
gonna raise our family.

It's our home. It's perfect.

(Door opening)

- (Real estate agent):
Sorry, traffic was a mess!

Well, what do you
think of the place?

- It's perfect!

(Laughing)

♪ ♪ ♪

- (Protestors):
No mine, no Keas!

No mine, no Keas!
No mine, no Keas!

No mine, no Keas!

No mine, no Keas!
No mine, no Keas!

- (Man): Yeah!

- And now we'll hear from
the representatives of Keas.

- Thank you.

We appreciate your concern.

We just want to assure you
that the Keas mining project

will have positive
socio-economic impacts on the...

- Do you feel guilty?
- For what?

It was all perfectly legal.

If it wasn't us,

somebody else would
have done the job.

- not only the potential
impact on the ground water,

but also to ensure total
control of toxic runoff,

radiation, airborne
particles and tailing ponds.

- Phil!

Wait!

What will it take for
you to forgive me?

Phil?

Please, talk to me.

Phil!

- All right, you want to talk?

Fine. Who was it?

- That's not important.

- Yes, it is, to
me. Who is it?

- It's a lawyer.

(Chuckling)

- A lawyer?

Someone I know?
- No.

- Who? Tell me a name.

- This didn't happen
out of nowhere.

We were barely
talking to each other.

- When?

- You remember Pat's
client, Blackburn?

The guy who was upset
about his divorce?

♪ ♪ ♪

We tried to reason with him,
but he wouldn't sign the papers.

He was angry. And he
had been drinking.

On his way home...

(Brakes screeching,
woman grunting)

he hit a pedestrian.

He fled. She died.

I was deposed by
his defence lawyer.

Terrence asked me
to make a statement

about Blackburn's mental state.

- Terrence?

- Terrence Walker from
Bernstein and Lozinski.

- How could you do this?

- Phil, please!

Please.

I was upset.

And you shut me out.

- Mmm.
- He listened.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure he did.

- He made me realize that
I don't want to do this.

Becoming a paralegal
is an excuse...

because I'm too scared to
give music a real shot.

I'm miserable.

- So, sex is the cost
of therapy these days?

Cheap.

How many times?

- Stop.
- How many times?

- Two, three times.

- Where?

- His place, his car.

- Classy.

- You were so busy
chasing Miranda Delano.

You never would have come clean

if I hadn't found your messages.

- If you had presented
that evidence,

you would have won.

(Chuckling)

- Maybe, but playing
a game of "What if"...

that can be dangerous.

- I don't know. Or
it could be fun.

- OK.

I'll play.
- OK.

- What if...

I hadn't taken this case?

And what if I hadn't met you?

And what if...

I didn't think about
you all the time?

- And what if I...

(Clicking tongue)

You're right.

This is a...

this is a dangerous game.

- If anything ever changes...

you know where to find me.

- I didn't go.

- But you wanted to.

I was invisible.

You didn't care if
I had cancer or not.

- What? When?

- Phil, can you come here?

I feel a lump.

- You're not dying.

- Breast cancer
runs in my family.

My aunt had it.

The chemotherapy
alone was terr...

- Evelyn...

this is the biggest
trial of my career.

Please.

If you're so worried, go to
a doctor, get it checked.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Yeah, but, Evelyn,

you didn't have cancer.

- Would you have
stuck around if I did?

- Of course I would.
I'm not a monster!

- That's not reassuring.

- Oh, Evelyn, you know
what? You always do this.

You get so insecure that
you think that you're sick,

and then it becomes my fault.

- Yeah, because every
time I need you most,

you don't seem to care!

- No, you don't get to do that!

You did this.

You did this. You
made this choice.

You cheated.
- Phil...

- You... you think I'm
the one that doesn't care?

Everything I do,
everything I do,

the... the firm, the
house, that money pit,

it's all for you.

And I...

- We can... we
can get past this.

Phil, I love you.

I love you.

I love you so much.

- Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

When did you sleep with him?

- Stop it...
- When?

- About three months ago.

- This is his baby.

- No, it's not.
- How can you be sure?

We've always been careful.

- Phil...

- Wow, you really k*lled it
with your presentation today.

- Thanks for lunch.

Now how about I
treat you to dessert?

(Sighing)

- Yeah, I... I... I don't...

I don't think it's
our best move.

- Move?

- Well, this, us, it's a...
It's a conflict of interest.

(Scoffing)

Don't you think it'd
be wiser to end it

before we get too deep?

- Oh, really?

- Well, if anyone
ever found out,

my firm would lose
the Keas contract...

(Scoffing)

and you'd lose your job.

You're so good at it,

I wouldn't want to jeopardize
your future, you know?

- Wow. Wow.

(Sighing, door closing)

(Sighing)

(Knocking on door)

(Knocking on door)

- Hey, it's Andy.

I'm not available
or I'm avoiding you.

Leave a message.

(Phone beeping)

- Andy, hey.

Look...

we're worried, OK?

Mom's freaking out.

She's, like, getting ready
to issue an amber alert here,

'cause you're missing.

So just... call me, please?

Bye.

(Scoffing)

- I think we should
call the police.

- No, no.

We're not calling the cops.

- They can help!

- No, they'll talk to Miriam,

and then she'll
know he's missing.

It will destroy any
chance of him ever seeing

his daughter again.

(Exhaling sharply)

- You look like sh*t.

You OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

- It's something.

Tell your mother.

(Sighing)

- Honestly...

yeah, I'm not feeling so good.

Ev and I have been really, uh...

- Tell me about it.

I haven't slept a wink since
your brother disappeared.

I even missed my ceramics class.

Can you imagine finding out
that they found his body

while I was
plastering my Buddha?

- It's a bit of a leap, Mom.

- Is it?

You remember how horrible
it was when he OD'd.

- Yes, of course I remember.

- Let me in the house!

- Andy, I'm not...
- Open the door!

- Get out! Please leave!

- Why didn't you pick up?

- What?

- Andy left 8 messages
for you that day.

He never would have OD'd if
you'd been there for him.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

I have always been there for
him and... and for Evelyn

and for you!

- Oh, sorry...
- And what... what...

- Sorry to be such a burden...

- What about you?
He's your son.

You didn't even visit him in
the hospital after he OD'd.

Where were you?
- How dare you?

Do you know what I would
do if either of you died?

I would k*ll myself!

- We'd be bringing you in
to manage our top client.

It's a great offer.
- It is.

But I want half the firm.

- Well, that's unreasonable.

Miranda Delano didn't
even want that.

- I'm not Miranda Delano.

And I want to bring in
some of my own people.

(Sighing)

Take it or leave it.

- You're firing me?
- Yes, I am.

You didn't want Delano.

Now the new guy wants
his own team, so...

- You have no right
to treat me like this.

- You lied, messed up contracts

and you f*cked another lawyer
in the back of his car.

So yeah, I think I do.

- You're pathetic!
I work here!

What I earn helps us
pay for the house!

- Which I never should
have bought with you

in the first place.
That was a mistake!

- All right, check
out these offices.

Big leagues now, baby!

Look at that view!

What?

- He just fired me.

- You can't do that.
- Excuse me?

- She's my sister, and
this is half my firm.

(Chuckling)

All right, that's
it. Forgive her.

- You told him?

- Uh...

- Oh, come on, it
was one mistake.

- Oh my God!
- Everyone makes them.

You're having a baby.

- Yeah, it's probably not mine!
- Phil, it's yours!

- Do you think I'd have
2 amazing kids with Eric

if he didn't forgive, you
know, a couple missteps?

- You know what?
I'm not doing this.

- Hey, when your life affects
our firm, it's my business.

Evelyn stays.

We're making money. Go
see a marriage counsellor!

- Aha...
- Or we do our own therapy.

We track down this sh*t
and break his legs.

- Get out of my way.
- Phil!

We need to find
a way to move on.

- Oh, don't worry. I have.

(Sighing)

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- State the reason for the trip.

- To dump Evelyn before
she cheats on me.

- The system could not
register your answer.

Please try again.

- To stop the
purchase of the house.

- "Stop," "purchase" and
"house" have been accepted.

Using the keypad,

enter the desired date
of the trip starting...

(Phone beeping)

Our agents will arrive tomorrow
between 9:00 a.m. and 9:00 p.m.

Thank you for choosing Plan B.

(Phone beeping)

♪ ♪ ♪

- (Eric): Hurry up, we're
gonna be late for school.

Did you bring your homework?
- Is it the new one?

- All right, you can work on it
and show me later, all right?

- In.
- OK, get in.

- Backpacks off. Seatbelts on.

Let's go.

Give me a minute,
I forgot my bag.

(Dog barking in distance)

(Line ringing)

- (Phil): Yeah?

- We have a problem.
- What?

- Things are about
to get complicated

with the Keas account.

- Wait a minute. Are you
still sleeping with her?

- No, no, no. I ended it.

I just didn't tell
her the whole truth.

- It's always something
with you, Pat.

- up operations in
the Saint Jean region.

- Anyway, it doesn't matter.
I'll change it when I go back.

- Patrick, we're running late!

- People are demanding
an investigation.

Today, things have been
heated in Saint Jean.

- No mine, no Keas!

- It's a foregone conclusion
in the Keas mine case.

- The Keas mining
project will have

positive socio-economic
impacts on the area,

the residents and for Quebec.

- While Saint Jean's
Town Council is hearing

residents complaints,

Keas has already begun
tearing down properties

on the future mine site.

Saint Jean residents
are concer...

(Footsteps approaching)

- We weren't always careful.

- What?

- You remember the night
of our anniversary?

You had worked late.

You had forgotten it
was our anniversary.

(Grunting)

Are you OK?

- Yeah, I just...

I just have a lot on my mind.

That's all.

I'm fine.

- That was the night,
Phil, that I got pregnant.

If we're over, fine.

But this is your baby.

(Door closing)

(Doorbell ringing)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Grunting)

(Grunting, moaning)

- Stop! Stop, stop!

- Wha... what... what did I do?

- Nothing.

Nothing, the agent's just
gonna be here any second.

(Door opening)

- Sorry, traffic was a mess.

What do you think of the place?

- Yes!
- No!

No, sorry, we're
not gonna take it.

It would be a big mistake.

(Footsteps retreating)

Hey, Ev, we need to talk.

- Can you come here?

- Ev, look, I...

- Please?

Yeah, I feel a lump.

Can you check it?

Right here.

- I'm sure you're fine,

but let's go get
you checked out.

(Alarm buzzing)

- Phil...

don't you have a
big trial today?

- She is sh1tting
her pants right now.

- Who?
- What?

Miranda Delano.
Who do you think?

- Oh, wh... where are
we at in this case?

- Jesus, man. This
is your trial.

- No, I know, I want to hear
it from your point of view.

Humour me.
- Where we're at?

If we don't win, we won't
make our quarterlies...

- No, I don't want to
hear about the money.

I want to hear your
opinion as a lawyer.

- Oh, uh, OK.

Yesterday you proved
the plaintiff had

the right to refuse...

- Right, right, right!
Got it, perfect.

- Not done.
- I know what happens next.

- Still not done.

- From this internal
memo we obtained,

it's perfectly clear that
the defendants expressed

malicious intent
towards our client.

- Objection, Your Honour.

This evidence was not submitted
at the beginning of trial.

- I'll allow it.

- But, sir...
- Move along, counsellor.

- Your Honour, in light
of this recent evidence,

we ask that the court
adjourn so we may have

some time to
prepare our defence.

- Fine, let's adjourn
for the weekend.

- How'd you know
she'd fold like that?

- What can I say, I'm on fire.

(Chuckling)

Nice move.

- You too.

- No, just one step ahead.

So, tell me, how
would your client feel

about entertaining a deal?

- I can be convincing.

- So then we should
meet to discuss terms?

- I'm all yours.

How about drinks?

- Now?

Uh...

I can't.

But my office is quiet tomorrow.

What do you say?

- Great.

- Great.

- It looks good.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Elevator chiming)

(Chuckling)

- What are you
really doing here?

We both know your client's
not gonna take a deal.

- How can you be so sure?

- 'Cause it would
wreck his reputation.

And his reputation
is everything.

- What about you?

- What about me?

(Chuckling)

- Are you playing me?
- No, I'm very sincere.

- OK. Spoken like a player.

(Laughing)

- No. No, I... I think
we could make a deal.

- I can't.

But I am curious to know
what you had in mind.

- Well, how's this for a deal?

I win the case, you
treat me to dinner.

I lose, I'll pay.

- Aren't you seeing someone?

- Not for long.

- I don't settle...

in court or relationships.

I like to be No. 1.

- As you should be.

(Phone buzzing)

Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

- Wait, what's the date today?

- December 12th. Why?

- Oh my God! I'm sorry.

- Is everything all right?

- Uh, family emergency.

- Yeah, of course.

- (Andy): Phil, I messed up.
- Oh sh*t!

- And I need your help, man.

Why aren't you
answering your phone?

Pick up your phone
and call me back.

I need your help. Please.

(Phone chiming)

(Phone clicking)

(Keys clanging)

- Andy.

Andy!
- Hey, man.

What are you doing here?
- You can't go in there, OK?

- No, I gotta go
see my daughter.

- No, you can't
blow up your life.

- She said I can't come home.
- Andy, stop!

- But it's my house too, b*tch!

- Stop! Andy, stop!

You love your wife? Right?

You love your kid?
- Yeah, I f*cking screwed up.

- OK, come on, come on. I'll
take care of everything.

It's OK. It's OK.

- f*ck.
- That's it. You're OK.

Good?

- f*ck!

(Engine starting)

(Machines beeping)

Oh, God!

I feel like crap!

Ugh!
- Yeah, you look like crap.

(Chuckling)

- Phil, she threatened to
leave me if I didn't stop.

- Yeah, I know.

- How do you know?

I didn't tell anybody.

- Come on.

It was just a matter
of time, Andy.

- I lost my job.

I got busted drinking.

I can't pay the bills, so
might lose the f*cking house.

- You have to tell her.

- Tell her what?

That I'm hopeless?

I'm a f*cking loser?

- You're not a loser, Andy.

- Well, I appreciate your help.

She didn't have to
see me like this.

I'll just tell her that
boss shorted the cheque

and that I can pay her back.

- No, stop. Stop, stop.

Andy, you gotta
tell the truth, man.

You're gonna be f*cking
honest for once.

- She'll leave me.

- Everybody deserves
a second chance, man.

(Scoffing)

You tell her that you
suffer from depression, OK?

That you're an addict and
that you're going to rehab,

and then you follow through.

- What if I can't?

- You have to...

for your family.

And you can.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ ♪

- Phil?

Hey.

- Andy's in the ER.

He overdosed.

- I'm here.

(Sniffling)

- He could have died.

- I got you.

There.

(Bowl clinking on table)

Is it good?

- Yeah.

- Uh, the realtor called.

She has more options
in our price range.

- That's great.

- OK...

What is it?

I know you're
worried about Andy.

But what else?

Is it money?

The firm?

Us?

- Everything.

(Grunting, moaning)

(Horn honking)

Go around!

- All right. Here we go.

Don't worry, I got
this in the bag.

What?

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- What?

(Exhaling sharply)

- I don't think I can trust Ev.

Ever since she cheated on me...

- What? Ev cheated?

- No. No, not... not yet.

She might, you know...

- Who's the guy?

- I don't think
she's met him yet.

- Brother...

(Chuckling)

come on, man.

You gotta stop doing
this to yourself.

You'll drive yourself crazy.
You're gonna push her away.

- How would you feel if
Miriam had an affair?

Or if you thought she could,
I mean, what would you do?

- I mean...

(Scoffing)

Honestly, could I blame her?

Look, you'll figure it out.

All right? You always do.

(Chuckling)

- I don't want you
worrying about me, OK?

You just focus on
getting better.

- Yeah, I will.

Just don't mess anything up
when I'm in there, all right?

I won't be able
to fix it for you.

(Chuckling)

(Sniffling)

- Proud of you.

- Thank you.

- I'm ruling in favour
of the Plaintiff,

compensatory damages to be paid.

- You're the man!

(Chuckling)

- Congratulations.

- You should have taken the
deal when you had a chance.

- My client was never going
to settle, but you knew that.

- Well...
- So, it seems I owe you dinner.

You up for it?

- Do you like Chinese?

- I know a good spot.

(Chuckling, phone buzzing)

- Well...

if you had presented
that evidence,

you would have won.

- Maybe.

(Chuckling)

Playing a game of "What
if" can be dangerous.

- Or it could be fun.

- OK. I'll play.

What if I hadn't
taken this case?

And what if I hadn't met you?

And what if...

I didn't think about
you all the time?

- And what if I kissed you?

- What about your girlfriend?

- It's over.

- What if this is just some
ploy to get me into bed?

- And what if it's not?

- If that's the truth...

then...
- Then I know where to find you.

(Knocking on door)

- Hi.

(Moaning)

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunting, moaning)

♪ ♪ ♪

- Stop. Stop.
- What, Phil? What?

What?

(Breathing heavily)

- I ca... I ca... I can't.

I'm sorry. I can't.

- What?

- I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Line ringing)

- We're sorry.

You are currently
using Plan B services.

Please wait until
this period ends

before making another request.

Thank you for using Plan B.

- Oh, co... come on!

(Phone beeping)

Ah, f*ck.

(Sighing)

Hey.

- Hey.

(Sniffling)

- I missed you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I love you...

more than ever.

(Sighing)

- You've been so distant.

- I know.

But I'm here.

I'm here now.
- Yeah.

(Sighing)

- Come back to bed.

(Chuckling)

- I wish.
- Come on.

I'll call in sick.

We can spend the
whole day together.

- No, I have a job interview.

- For what?

- You know your
firm can't hire me.

So I applied to
all the top firms.

♪ ♪ ♪

Some even want me.

- Don't go to the interview.

- Why?

No, we need the money.

- Listen to me, I don't want
you doing us any favours.

I think you should be
playing the cello again.

- The cello?
- Yeah.

- No, we made a plan.

I got my certification
so we have two incomes.

- Well, now we have a new plan,

because becoming a
paralegal was a cop out.

You were just too afraid
to give music a real shot.

That's what you're
supposed to be doing.

(Exhaling sharply)

- I haven't thought
about playing the cello

in so long.

- Lies.

You think about it all the time.

And you should do it.
You should go for it.

(Sniffling)

And...

(Chuckling)

I think we should
get that house.

You're right, it's perfect.

- Really?
- Really.

(Chuckling)

(Sledgehammer pounding)

Yeah!

(Chuckling)

- These renos are
gonna take forever.

- Yeah, you have no idea.

- Wait, how did you know they
were concealing evidence?

(Chuckling)

- What? No.

How come you knew
he was the k*ller?

- Lucky guess.

- I'm telling you,
with Keas as a client,

we'd be set.

Let's bid for the contract.
- Money is rolling in.

We're winning all our cases.

- It'd build our
rep as big players.

- Big players for
unethical clients.

The press would brand us as
the latest evil law firm.

The people of Saint Jean need
lawyers like us more than Keas.

- They won't pay cash.

- Class actions are
good for business.

Now listen to me,

don't sleep with anyone at
Keas to get that contract.

- What are you talking about?

- Pat, I know you. You'd
take one for the team.

- Yes, always, but...

- And don't worry
about money, OK?

We're gonna raise your salary,

make sure you can pay for
your kid's private school.

- Did you talk to Eric?

♪ ♪ ♪

This is good.

- No, this is great.

- I... I mean, we tripled
our billable hours

in the last quarter

and we're set to do
even more this one.

- That feels good to be
on top for a change, huh?

(Chuckling)

- Hey, Pat, your client
Robert Blackburn is here.

He's upset. He won't
sign the divorce papers.

- Oh, God. This guy.

(Brakes screeching)

- Pat?

Uh, why don't you
let me talk to him?

- Um, but you, uh, you
hate divorce cases.

- Just let me give it a try.

- All yours.

f*cking hate the guy.

- Mr. Blackburn?

I'm Philip.

I'm... I'm one of
the partners here.

- I'm not gonna sign.

- OK. Why?

- Because she had an affair.

- Yeah. I get it.

I've been cheated on too.

I know how it feels.

You get it in your head,
you can't unsee it.

Makes you want to
do crazy things.

You want to punish her, right?

What's that gonna do for you?

It's what you do
next that counts.

Look, you're... you're
angry, you're hurt, right?

But those... those
are just feelings.

You haven't actually
done anything wrong, yet.

You been drinking?

Want me to drive you home?

(Brakes screeching)

- Thanks, Phil.

- Just think of it
as a clean slate.

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(♪ Alternative rock on radio ♪)

Hey, I'm actually gonna
need to make another stop.

- I've got a Mr. Grimmer
here to see you.

He's coming down now.

- Thank you.

- Counsellor Grimmer.

Terrence Walker.

This about a case?

- No.

- OK...

How can I help you?

- Oh, you can't.

I just wanted to
take a look at you.

- Excuse me, who are you?

♪ ♪ ♪

(Clears throat)

(Moaning, breathing heavily)

♪ ♪ ♪

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

I want to start a family.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

- (Pat): Turn on the news now.

- It's a foregone conclusion
in the Keas mine case.

- The Keas mining
project will have

positive socio-economic
impacts on the area...

- Guess who's gonna
represent the poor,

cheated people of Saint Jean

against the evil
corporate giant Keas?

- How did you do this?

- I happened to be in
a bar in Saint Jean.

- Happened to be?
- Mm-hmm.

And I happened to run into
this lovely young woman

who happened to introduce
me to her father.

Just come into the office.

The fine folks of Saint Jean
are awaiting their saviours.

- Well done, my friend.

(Gervais speaking French on TV)

(Chuckling)

- Well, I'm off.

- You look fantastic.

- Oh, I wouldn't
want to go there.

- Morning sickness?

- Yeah, always.

- You sure you want to
go to this audition?

- Well, I've been practicing.

What, you don't think I'm ready?

- What? No. No, it's just...

I don't know, if
you get the gig,

you will just have to ask for
a maternity leave right away.

I mean, I can cover
the bills, you know.

The firm is booming.

- Phil, we agreed.

- Yeah, you're right.
- Yeah. OK.

- You're gonna be amazing.

Come on.
- Yeah.

(Grunting)

- Break a leg!

I love you.
- I love you too.

♪ ♪ ♪