Hello, my name is Joe. May I have your name, please?
Hi, are you an actual human being?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, um, Beth.
And how may I be of assistance tonight, Beth?
Well, um, I'm trying to use your thingy
to put my records onto my computer,
but it's not working.
Well, I can certainly help you with that.
Can I have the model and serial number
of the device that's malfunctioning?
Yeah, hold on a second.
Where are you anyway?
- I'm in New Delhi. - Oh, New Delhi. Wow.
Joe...
Did you ever do anything stupid?
Um, sorry?
Like... your life is just about to make a little bit of sense,
and then something so... something so weird happens.
You just kinda wonder if it ever even happened at all.
I'm sorry for your troubles, Beth.
Well, I'm not Beth. You're not Joe.
We're probably never gonna meet, so...
I kissed somebody I work with. And he is an idiot.
But not like the stupid kind, just like...
Oh, I don't know. He's just like the idiot kind.
Joe, he's a mystery. He's India to me.
India is a good country.
I'm sure it is.
Um... okay, here's the model number.
E-Z... 1-3-7-2.
And can I have the serial number as well, please.
You know, Joe... it was a decent kiss.
You know, you're lucky to have gotten a kiss at all.
Meeting people is difficult.
Are you sure you're in India?
Oh, is it so terrible being alone?
Are you serious?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Okay.
Uh, the serial number. It is E-Z...
- Here you go! - Thank you.
Oh, no, wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold on!
Okay.
Ugh! Okay, hey!
Did you forget me in the cab again?
Okay, how... how late am I for Nicastro... excuse me!
Better you not know.
Why don't you just go ahead and talk to my assistant,
and see if maybe Tuesday works out any better?
Morning.
Hi. I've really gotta get this.
- Wow.
My phone never started ringing while I was talking on it.
Oh, no? Maybe you should get an upgrade.
Maybe you should answer that.
Do you wanna have dinner tonight?
- Dinner? - Yeah.
Um, you know, I've really gotta...
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Call me. - Sure.
Or pretend to call me, and let me know what you said.
Perfect! Whatever. Yeah.
- All right. - Okay, buh-bye.
What?
Hey, don't forget Nicastro wants you in his courtroom,
not his chambers.
Excuse me.
Overflow's in the jury box today.
Ugh. Thanks, Jerry.
Oh, excuse me.
Good morning.
Hi.
I've always wondered what the view was like from up here.
You've never been called for jury duty?
Oh, I thought those letters were optional.
Funny girl.
What'd I miss?
Your buddy Nicastro's in the hot seat today.
Bay City Metro just cut the salary of every bus driver,
mechanic, and trolley worker in this town.
No!
Yeah, the union's threatening to strike.
All rise!
This better be worth our time.
Bay City Metro has just filed for bankruptcy...
We had a contract, Nicastro.
May I speak?
- I have review their books... - Oh, yeah, I bet you have.
And the money isn't there.
Now as they clearly cannot pay the union its full wages,
I have no choice...
I have no choice but to dismiss this case.
The union contract is null in void.
We worked for years for those terms!
They can't describe how terrible...
Restrain your client or I will.
They can't cry poor and take 'em away!
Mr. McKay, you can sit down here or in jail.
That is your choice.
Now I am ordering both parties into mediation
to hash out the terms of a new contract.
Both parties... conference room now!
That's for skipping jury duty.
Good luck.
Sir, I am so your gal when it comes to mediation,
but keeping the whole city from coming to a halt...
I couldn't have been your first choice for that.
You weren't.
But you are good at handling volatile personalities.
Ah, that's my dream job.
Now, there's only two people in this room
you need to care about.
The head of Bay City Metro Jim Hayward.
A young man in a tough job, but he's a reasonable guy.
And Charles McKay, the head of the union.
If you can't say something nice about somebody...
now I need you to own the room.
- Don't blow this. - Yes, sir.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I would like you to meet your mediator.
This is Kate Reed.
I will be back in an hour to check on your progress.
- Hi! - Niki!
You can't seriously leave us here with little miss Prada.
Uh, excuse me. My name is Kate Reed,
- and you can shut the frack up. - Frack?
Yeah, I was being nice, @#&*er.
- What'd you call me? - You ready to get started?
Everyone wants the union to have a new contract that's fair.
The only reason that Bay City is bankrupt...
These are tough times.
...is because of your mismanagement
and your fat salaries.
All right.
And now you're trying to take the food out of my mouth!
It ain't right and it ain't legal!
You are going to have a stroke.
Now... the judge needs to see some progress today.
Not till I see their books.
- We're gone. - Oh, wait a minute.
Hold on a second. Listen, silly boy.
- You cannot walk out. - Yes, I can.
This is a court-ordered mediation.
And so can the 1,100 union members ready to go on strike.
- You wouldn't strike. - Try me.
It's a biased ruling by a biased judge.
And you can tell him.
You tell Nicastro that his father would be ashamed.
Let's go!
Well, why don't you tell him in person...
Yeah, right!
...when he cites you for contempt.
Mr. Hayward. Mr. Hayward, can you...
- Hi. - That was impressive.
- Uh... - Not many people would stand up
- to Charlie. - Oh, well... huh.
I am nothing but fearless.
I really don't think it worked, though.
Look, is there any way
that you would open your books to the union?
McKay plays dirty.
It's the books now, and then it'll be something else.
I don't trust him.
Yeah, but we need this to move forward.
I mean, the city can't really afford another strike.
I'll think about it, for you.
Oh, man! Unbelievable!
Hey, stop!
- Oh, parking tickets? - No, no, it's gotta be McKay.
He's got friends in all the city unions.
This is how he fights.
Just get him back to the table, okay?
- We need a new contract. - Okay.
You think about opening those books.
I will make sure it's fair!
Hey, hey! Sir, I'm here!
I'm here! Please, please, please, officer.
Excuse me, everyone. Can I have your attention?
I have gathered you all here to unveil a new original painting
that Reed & Reed is so proud to have purchased
from one of San Francisco's most important artists,
as well as my very dear friend...
Mr. Tom Finnerman.
How much did "we" spend?
$50,000.
It brings me such joy...
to present to all of you...
Into the storm.
Isn't it just magnificent?
Now, for all of us at Reed & Reed,
we didn't run away from the storm.
No, we turned into it.
And I'm happy to announce that I think we have come through
even stronger than before.
So... for all of your hard work,
you have earned this. I thank you.
And enjoy!
- I'd rather enjoy $50,000. - Say what?
Aah!
Oh, my God. Go! Go! Somebody get him!
- Go! - You go!
Fairly Legal 2x09 - Kiss Me, Kate Original air date May 11, 2012
Ms. Reed, this is not some penny ante suit
that I'm kicking to you so I can spend a day at the track.
Well, I did not realize I'd be negotiating with a tornado.
I mean, can't you hold him in contempt for walking out?
Oh, and... he had Hayward's car impounded.
Charlie McKay is a jackass.
Even when he's falling back he's attacking.
Anything I do, he'll just stir up the press.
Judge, you and Charlie, you got some history?
- What'd he say? - Nothing.
He didn't say anything.
No, he just yells... a lot.
Mm-hmm.
Now he thinks I'm biased against the union...
- always has. - Why?
Shall I have Jerry bring in some tea and cakes?
- All right. - We'll chat.
- Sit down, Jerry. - All right, all right.
Look, I think that Hayward might open his books
to McKay under the right circumstances.
It's a private company.
I would have to issue an order to make those books public,
- and I won't do it. - Why not?
Because McKay is just fishing for something that he can then
twist around and use against them in negotiation. No.
Oh.
And you're sure that the BCM isn't hiding anything?
Well, I see McKay has already
planted the seed of doubt in your mind
about my impartiality.
Sir...
sir, sir, I would never doubt you,
because I'm too busy doubting myself.
Uh-huh.
Now is it possible for you two to just...
I don't know... talk it out?
Is it possible for you to go back to work?
Yes, sir!
I am on it like hot pink lipstick...
on the collar of a scoundrel.
- What is that? - You like?
- Mm. - It's cutting edge fixie.
Just got it in case there's a transit strike.
Ah. Thanks for the vote of confidence.
What the hell is a fixie?
No gears, no brakes. Simplicity itself.
It's all the rage.
- Why are you limping? - Why are you here?
Well, Nicastro apparently has a bit of history
- with the union boss McKay. - Hmm.
And he's just making things really difficult.
And... I... kissed somebody.
Okay.
- I'm not your girlfriend. - Mm-hmm.
All I ask is, you know,
some kinda boundary between this and a...
slumber party.
Who was it?
Oh, you don't know him.
Don't! Don't you say anything!
- What... - Nothing!
Oh, okay, I see.
So I'm more like your relationship with your pillow.
You can just drool on me, throw me on the floor.
Hey!
- Hi. - Think about dinner?
Dinner.
Yeah, food, accompanied by discussion.
Exempli gratia Lauren filled me in on your union mediation.
We could talk about that.
Yeah, yeah. Well, you know what?
It's just been a crazy day. Oh, crazy days.
- Okay, it's just dinner. - Hey, Kate.
It's...
- Gotta go. - Okay.
Hey. I have been getting press calls about a strike.
Oh! What is that?
Oh, it's called Into the storm.
You like?
Ah, well, I'm more of a dogs playing poker kinda girl,
but, you know, this is, uh... modern.
Okay. Now why aren't you
getting the parties back to the table?
Well, I'm trying, but Nicastro is refusing
to share the Bay City books with the union.
- Ah. He's being careful. - No, he's being stubborn.
Okay, did my dad ever mention anything to you
- about Nicastro's dad? - Huh?
Nicastro Sr. was a big union guy from way back.
- He was a union guy? - Yeah. Boss.
He ran the city employees union for years.
Right up till McKay took over.
McKay was his number two forever.
So Nicastro's father hired Charlie McKay.
Yeah, right out of law school I think.
But why? What's that have to do with anything?
I'm gonna let you know.
All right.
Franco Wheeler. I'm ADA Patrick.
Just to be clear, you waived your right to an attorney?
- Yeah. - Okay.
This is Lauren Reed.
This is the woman whose property you defaced earlier today.
Why'd you do it?
Do you have something against me or Reed & Reed?
Or... I don't understand.
Just no appreciation for the arts?
What's this?
If you really want an answer to all your questions,
go see my father.
Your father.
You do realize that you're not a minor anymore,
and you will be charged as an adult.
Lauren. Is there anything else you'd like to express?
Some remorse, perhaps?
No.
All right, take him back to his holding cell.
Nice.
So... what do you make of this?
I don't know. It's an address...
in the Tenderloin.
You gonna check it out?
Frankly, I don't care what his sob story is.
I want him punished.
Look, I know you're upset.
But it wasn't like anybody was assaulted.
This is kid is 19. He's got no record.
- If I follow the guidelines... - No, Justin...
it was a $50,000 painting.
For a buffalo?
Bison.
Please tell me you have some brilliant Kate Reed trick
to move this forward.
Well, sir, what do you call brilliant?
Time-released fish food, I suppose.
- How about a conversation? - What is this?
Niki?
- Looks like we've been set up. - Yes, it does.
All right, I just want you two to have a conversation.
- Are you mediating us? - No. No, sir, I'm not.
I'm on his side, 'cause you're an ass.
Now whatever bad blood is behind you,
you two have to put it aside for the sake of the city.
- I couldn't agree more. - Good.
Then you both need to see the bigger picture.
Thousands of jobs are at stake here.
I mean, whatever your issues are...
please rise above them.
He doesn't know what that means.
Oh. I learned it from you.
You know... I'm sorry you never apologized to your old man.
He waited a long time to hear it, Nic.
And then he died.
The working men and women in this town owe him everything.
- He was a great man. - You weren't his son.
I might as well have been.
Judge.
Now judge, when you said I had
to manage volatile personalities,
I didn't know you were talking about you two.
You are playing right into his hand.
He will use this incident as grounds for an appeal.
But... maybe...
maybe you should be less naive!
- Judge, let's go back inside. - No.
Hey, Nic!
At least let me get security.
- I don't need security! - Back off!
I'm breaking my back 60 hours a week.
Now I gotta find a second job just to pay my bills?
Lay off!
Does that mean anything to you?
Hey, hey! Let him pass!
Don't leave without a flyer, judge.
Yeah, the truth's coming out now, judge!
Better believe it!
You know what, this isn't even true!
- How can you print that? - Forget about him, Kate.
Not so tough out here, are you, old man?
Hey, Kate, after he's done screwing the union,
does he screw you?
Hello?
Anybody home?
I'm looking for the parents of Franco Wheeler.
I'm talking to a door.
Talking to a door.
Huh. "Go see my father."
So... did Castro really deck some guy on the picket line?
- This is your field, right? - Yeah.
Yeah. Every time a judge pops the top off someone,
I'm your guy.
Okay, so what happens next?
Well, you were there.
You think he felt a legitimate physical threat
to himself or to you... self-defense?
The guy was threatening, but he wasn't... really a threat.
Castro willing to lie?
Not him.
Well, judges tend to go hard on other judges.
So if he's found guilty,
he'll probably lose his seat on the bench.
Go to prison.
Minimum security.
- Two years tops. - Oh!
Want some company?
Oh, no, no. No, no.
Tonight, 7:00 P.M. Pick a place!
- It's a date. - It's not a date.
According to the urban art scene,
the first street bison appeared in 2009
on an old water tower in Bayview.
Another blighted neighborhood.
Pre-dating Tom Finnerman's bison series, which,
according to his bio, he didn't start until 2011.
So one similar image turns up on a water tower.
Mm.
And five other locations in Oakland,
all signed by a street artist who goes by the pseudonym Drone.
Okay, vandalism is not art.
And why are you here?
I speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.
How do we know Tom isn't Drone?
No, I think it's more likely that Franco is Drone.
That's why he paintballed your... bison.
Doesn't make what he did right.
Franco had other avenues of recourse.
Like what?
Reveal he's Drone and get arrested?
So what are you gonna do?
Well, I'm gonna call Tom Finnerman,
and I'm gonna get my money back.
- That's it? - What else is there?
Finnerman's about to show a whole series of paintings
based on work he stole from Drone.
And what about the kid?
You still want him to go to jail?
I don't know, Justin. Why do you care?
I don't know.
Maybe I am a fan of inner-city beautification.
I want an apology.
Then I will see how I feel.
On the sole count of the indictment
of felonious assault and battery,
how pleads the defendant?
- Guilty, your honor. - What? No!
Uh, objection, Your Honor! Hi.
Who are you?
- I'm his attorney. - No, she's not.
Yes, I am. Sit down.
Your Honor, just a moment to confer, please.
Will you sit down?
Look, you cannot plead guilty.
I am not weaseling out of this.
You hit that guy because of me!
Oh, and that's supposed to be my excuse?
I let McKay get to me, and I lost my temper.
Because he was spreading lies about you.
And that was just this week.
What about the last 30 years?
Look, don't throw yourself under the bus
because you had a... moment of being human.
It only takes a moment to be a bad judge.
I can't prove that I'm not biased against McKay.
Sir...
your record is clean.
I can't prove it to myself, Kate.
We're getting very impatient here.
What's the defendant's plea?
Uh, sorry, Your Honor.
Plead no contest.
You can always change it to guilty later,
but don't throw everything away because of one rash decision.
Nolo contendre.
Why would you attack him when you need him to help you out?
Gotta go.
We didn't put out those fliers.
Oh, right.
- You know, I... - Caramel?
You know, this is a personal grudge against Nicastro,
and you are just taking the whole city along for the ride.
You think I'd let 1,100 people go out on strike
because of a grudge?
I think you would bring up a man's dead father
just to rile 'em up.
So I think that you would do just about anything.
All right, fine. What is it?
What's the story, huh?
Nicastro's father hired you
instead of him right out of college?
They don't talk.
Whatever it is, just... ugh... get over it.
Individually wrapped.
Charlie, when I'm the most
mature person in the conversation,
we are in some deep trouble.
This used to be a union town.
And somebody's gotta protect these guys.
Would you dig in like this on another judge?
Probably.
Nicastro's father begged him to take this job.
Well, then why didn't he take it?
It's not the movies.
Sometimes, there just isn't a reason.
You're still an ass.
Yep, and we're still gonna go out on strike at midnight
if I can't see the books.
Okay, but if I find out the truth,
will you trust me to help you out?
Might.
You are asking me to help Charlie McKay.
No, sir, I am telling you.
Oh, well.
Forgive me if I don't bend to the Kate Reed mind ray.
Oh.
You forget. I've been suspended.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Did the committee notify you in writing already?
I didn't think so.
Now, sir, I have go this date toni... no, a dinner.
A date... a dinner. Well, it's a...
I don't know what it is,
but I'm not trying to compare my love life to a transit strike,
but... all I'm saying is that
moving either one of these things forward
means doing something that is completely terrifying.
So just issue the order.
And, yes, you would be doing exactly what he wants.
But...
sometimes...
our instincts need to be ignored.
Issue the order.
Kate Reed's office.
I got it!
- I never doubted you. - Ha ha!
Okay, so I'm on my way to see Hayward serve the order,
and then I have to buy a new dress.
I have a 7:00 P.M. business dinner.
Why wouldn't you wear your business clothes
to a business dinner?
Uh, because it's a none-of-your-business... dinner.
You want me to push it back a half hour?
Give you some wiggle room?
- His contact number is... - Oh, no, no, no.
No, no, no. I'm gonna text him myself.
So that means that I have to hang up with you. Bye!
Technically, that's wrong of course.
Ben. Great. There you are.
Can you take a look at this certificate of authenticity
that came with the painting?
As much as the implied contractual warranties
of modern art electrify me,
I have a 7:00 dinner.
Oh.
Dinner just got pushed back half an hour.
- Have your way with me. - Great.
Zoinks.
Mr. Hayward!
You're still here. I just left you a message.
I missed it. What's up?
Good night, Angela.
Good night, Mr. Hayward.
- Well, I have our contract. - Great.
- After you. - Oh, thanks.
Actually, I think we prefer not to honor this.
What?
Do we really wanna reward the union for its behavior?
- Well, I... - You can serve it,
but I'll appeal it first thing tomorrow.
We're not complying.
O... okay, but the union just wants to see the books.
I mean, do you really want their behavior to get worse?
You know, this may not be a situation you can solve.
I... I like you.
I'm sorry that you're caught in the middle of this.
But the whole city is about to be caught
in the middle of this.
Listen, I'm always the reasonable guy.
I'm not backing down.
Well, you got your car back, huh?
- They detail it for you too? - Just picked it up.
I'm pretty sure they peed in the back seat.
Can I give you a ride somewhere? It's kinda wet out here.
Uh, well, I mean, I'm meeting someone on Market Street.
- Yeah, going that way. - All right.
I, uh, I thought that was really awful
what they did to Nicastro.
Yeah, it was. It was really awful, wasn't it?
You know what, I have a stop to make
- in the opposite direction, so... - Okay.
Let me know when you get your car detailed.
- Will do. - Yeah.
- So where'd you pick? - Stratton's.
Stratton's? Uh, okay, that's nice.
I like nice things.
I know. I know you do.
Oh, man, could I use a drink.
- Well, that can be arranged. 7:30. Don't be late.
Okay, all right. I've just got one more stop.
It should only take a few minutes.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Hi. - What's the occasion?
- Hey, how's Nicastro? - A mess.
Look, I need to do an end run around the BCM director
- and get to his books. - No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no. I just ordered food.
Opened a bottle of wine.
I have a stack of briefs I have to get through.
- I can't. - Justin, please.
Please. Just look at this court order for me, please.
It'll only take a second.
- What, are you going on a date? - Nope.
I just, um, have this business dinner-meeting thing.
Lauren, it is possible that I saw an image in passing,
and it subconsciously found its way onto my canvas.
But there's a legitimate history of appropriation in art.
Appropriation is defined as the use of borrowed elements
in the creation of a new work,
not duplication of someone else's, which...
you know, is clearly what you did.
Prove that.
Well, all I have to prove
is you committed fraud
when you signed this certificate of authenticity
referring to your painting as an original work of art.
You won't do that. And I'll tell you why.
You own other pieces of mine.
Pieces that would become worthless
if you try to destroy my reputation with a lawsuit.
Tom, I have been your benefactor and your friend.
I am deeply disappointed. But I don't wanna sue you.
Then what do you want?
Well, I want my $50,000 back.
Okay. You can have your money back.
I don't care about money.
I'll have your check in the morning.
But I expect that these allegations of fraud...
remain completely confidential.
Fine.
Oh, but, uh, make it a cashier's check.
I don't wanna have to authenticate your signature.
Nicastro spends 35 years on the bench,
and he just... he just blows it with one punch.
Well, I guess we all have someone
who throws us off-balance.
Makes us do crazy, stupid things.
What do you need?
Hayward is gonna appeal the order.
So you'll never get to see his files.
But he cannot do that until federal court opens.
- No. - Yes!
- No! - Justin!
No! That's... no.
Kate's desk!
Leonardo, you got Kate for me?
She's not at her desk. Can I do something for you?
Just... just tell her to give me a call.
Will do.
No, it's a bad idea. Kate...
Come on! It's a brilliant idea...
Justin. What are you talking about?
Ah. What?
Hey! How's your business dinner-date?
Um...
- it's fine. - Are you on it?
Is that Leo? What's up, Leo?
- Yeah. - Is that Justin?
- He's not your date. - How would you know?
I don't.
- Hey, remember your boat? - Leonardo.
You know how you have a tendency to blow things up
you really shouldn't?
Okay, did you call for a reason, girlfriend?
Okay, buh-bye.
I am an employee.
Going to leave my place of employment,
and I'm going to go home to my life,
because this is my job, not my life.
Okay, I'll do it. First thing tomorrow morning.
- Oh, you promise? - I promise.
- Oh, thank you, thank you! - Now, you gotta go.
- Mm-hmm, okay. - You gotta get out of here.
I got things to do.
Okay, okay.
Here.
You okay?
What?
- Where is she? - Hello.
Uh, she had to stop by BCM.
They close at 7:30. It's midnight.
She has a lousy sense of time,
and so do you.
She's not at work, she's not sleeping at Lauren's.
You went to Lauren's?
You can cover for her all night,
but you know me well enough by now.
Man to man... the truth.
Last I, uh... heard from her,
she, uh... was at Justin's.
She's just trying to avoid a strike.
He was helping her and you're not listening.
I'm sorry if I woke you.
Right, I was, uh... I was, uh...
sleeping, not putting brakes on my bike.
I never came over here tonight.
I never said where she was.
Dream delivers us to dream.
And there's no end to illusion.
Hey, hey, hey.
You don't wanna stay?
I can't.
I need to change for tomorrow.
Don't ever change.
Okay, first of all, thank you both
for the very early start,
and... for showing up in good faith.
Charlie, my friend, I didn't think you had it in you.
Save it. This may be short-lived.
No, it's not.
Because we are not leaving this room today
until we have a roadmap to a new contract.
I wanna work this out, Charlie.
We'll get this done.
Oh, you know, thank you.
Um, why don't you all just hand me your cell phones?
Because I don't want any distractions,
and you can just have them back after the break.
Okay?
Thank you.
Now, let's dig in.
The scope of what is in play here
is wages, raises, and benefits.
And I think that we should look to the contract
of '08 as a baseline.
Charlie...
Mr. Hayward, it's Angela from the office.
Please call me back as soon as you get this.
There's, um, some kind of raid going on here.
- Hi. What's your name? - Angela.
Angela, I'm gonna need you to sign this right here for me.
Oh, God.
Tree falls in the forest and no one's there to hear it.
Sucks for you, tree.
Tom Finnerman and his lawyer are here.
They say they wanna sell you a new painting.
It's called The Lona Misa.
No.
Do you have the cashier's check?
And the confidentiality agreement.
Looks standard.
- Uh, the check. - Of course.
Is there a problem?
Yeah.
Yeah. There's a big problem.
- What are you doing? - The right thing.
Tom, I... I can't let you make money on someone else's work.
Pull the series. Destroy it.
No one has to be the wiser.
Screw that. Screw you.
I'll cite fair use and you'll look like a fool.
Suit yourself.
You know, it's very easy to sit in judgment.
And if some idiot wants to squander his talent
on the side of an abandoned liquor store,
why the hell shouldn't someone re-envision his work?
Because he doesn't want you to.
Oh! Look what's here.
Freezing pension benefits was the biggest concession
the last time we did this.
We'll go easy on it.
But you know, I mean, everything's gotta be in play.
That's the whole point of this.
Sorry to interrupt.
But, uh, where do you want all this stuff?
Oh, good, good, good. Uh, you know what, hey, guys.
Why don't you just bring it right in here?
What is this?
These? These are all your financial records.
Oh, and the day that your car was impounded,
that was the day that those little green fliers
were passed out.
So how did a bunch of them end up in your trunk?
Unless of course they came from you.
- That doesn't prove anything. - No, maybe it doesn't.
But these puppies will.
Do you want your break now?
Were you in on this?
Act of good faith. Seriously.
Hayward was playing everyone
to get a new contract with the union.
It's so much worse when the bad guys
pretend to be nice.
Hayward had a responsibility to the citizens on the city.
Says the man wearing his PJs.
- It's a track suit. - Oh, do you run?
No one I know comes here.
Fortunately, no permanent mark is left
when you come close to bottoming out.
Which is good, though. Right?
Because otherwise you just spend your whole time
convincing everybody else that you're okay.
I hate that.
So why didn't you work for your dad?
I didn't have a reason.
Which, let me tell you, is confusing when you're young.
I took that out on him.
And it was a while before I realized
that I had a calling.
By then, he was gone.
I don't think he would've understood anyway.
Words never do much good.
Yay lawyers.
You're very good at what you do, Ms. Reed.
But... you've never been about the words.
Well, then what am I about?
You're here at the very moment that I did not wanna be alone.
Oh...
you're not going to jail.
That's nice.
All rise.
Be seated.
It has come to the attention of this court
that the information provided to it by Bay City Metro
concerning its physical health was falsified.
I am, therefore, reversing my decision.
The existing union contract stands.
Do I need to get a restraining order?
I heard Finnerman's pulling his piece from the show
because he suddenly realized
it wasn't up to his own creative standards.
Well, you're welcome.
I'm sure Drone would say thank you.
I won't hold my breath.
I apologize.
Thank you.
Oh, Ben!
Hey. I haven't really seen you around much today.
- Busy day. - Oh.
Hey, so it sounds like
things all worked out on the union thing.
Yes, it did. Thank you.
And look, I just wanted to say,
uh, I'm really sorry about last night.
I completely lost track of time,
and, you know, just... Kate!
No, it happens.
Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.
I, uh, I still wanna... reschedule our dinner.
Oh, yeah, cool. Whenever.
Good night.