Goliath

I think I'm gonna die soon.

I sound like a crazy person.

No, you don't.

I get it, believe me.

These neighbors, they drill all around here,

sucking up the water right and left,

which makes the ground unstable.

Now, someone has to be responsible.

My wife is dead.

I've never liked this plan.

Your sister is drilling

on federal fucking land.

Wheeler's become a bit of a problem.

Nothing that a little black crow couldn't straighten out.

He's a warlock.

You should steer clear of him.

Your death is closer than you think,

and the last person you see before you die will be you.

So, how worried do I need to be about you?

No more than usual.

'Cause you've been hiding out here for weeks.

I'm not hiding out. I'm working.

Congratulations.

For what?

- You're pregnant. - Yes.

Yes, I am.

Your Honor, this class action

was illegally solicited.

I am gonna rule in favor of the defense

and grant their motion to dismiss.

- This kind of behavior... - Your Honor, I'll do it for free.

There's no prohibition against solicitation pro bono,

so I'll do it for free.

So, I don't know if you've ever had interest in meeting

or talking to your birth mom.

So inappropriate.

Christina Lukin?

So, you're a realtor and a lawyer?

That is how it worked out, yeah.

- That's amazing. - Thanks. Yeah.

Billy McBride knows about the tunnel.

You're going to federal prison.

If I were you, I'd think really long and hard

about cutting my clients a big old fat-ass check.

I'm sorry, how much is the settlement?

It's $500 million.

So I'm gonna have money?

Yeah.

I'm moving to Chicago.

My brother, he's got a place there.

At least I met you.

And Denise. She's a good kid.

But she needs her dad.

What's up? What devil bitch picture is here?

She's a fucking criminal.

- You got to let it go, honey. - How can you just let her go?

Why aren't we doing anything?

Many are speculating Marisol Silva's resignation

is a preemptive move to avoid the fallout

from a story the L.A. Times just published,

linking her to a secret state water deal

that's only beginning to be uncovered.

Hey, Billy.

Diana, wait!

You know you're fucked when you literally see

- the writing on the wall. - What are you talking about?

You got a really interesting job.

Family.

Maybe you seeing mirrors,

omen, or whatever it is...

I mean, maybe you've accomplished

everything you're supposed to accomplish in this life.

I haven't accomplished a fucking thing

as far as I can see.

I'm Mark Schafer, and this is Column One.

Since 1996, more than 100 billion opioid pills

have been distributed nationwide.

That's over 300 pills for every man, woman and child

in this country.

And this onslaught of pain medication has led

to 200,000 Americans dying from opioid overdoses.

California, in particular, has been crippled by this epidemic,

but now a savior has appeared: Tom True.

Listen, I'm just a small-town lawyer from Concord, California.

This small-town lawyer is taking on Big Pharma

for their role in the opioid crisis.

Now, these huge pharmaceutical companies

have poisoned our communities

and made a record profit doing so.

They've killed people for money?

Billions. It's ridiculous.

The only way to stop them is to go after their bottom line.

You want to bankrupt them, Tom?

I want to bankrupt them.

And for Tom True, it's also personal.

You lost your daughter

to opioids.

My daughter had a name. Amanda.

She was the last person you'd ever think

- would overdose on drugs. - Amanda True was

an honor student, class president and star athlete,

until a cheerleading accident

left her with a slipped vertebrae.

She was prescribed Trimadone for the pain.

Two years later, she was dead.

And that's the thing about opioids. No one is safe.

Tom True is suing three companies:

Zax Pharma, the manufacturer of Trimadone,

that denies the addictive nature of the drug.

Tillinger Health, the distributor,

is being accused of looking the other way

when they should've reported unusually large shipments

of opioids to the DEA.

And Russell Drug for failing to report

the massive increase in opioid prescriptions

and the behavior of suspicious customers.

Tom, why do you think someone hasn't come forward

with information that could blow this thing wide open?

A whistleblower?

Well, all I can say is...

there's gonna be a few big surprises to come.

We'll return after this break.

Fuck you.

Who's there?

Hey, Tom, it's Ken.

We need you to come into the office.

- Now? - Yeah, now.

Okay. Let me get my jacket.

Tom? Come on, Tom.

Not smart.

Don't fuck around, Tom.

Hey.

Is the noon train on time?

Supposed to be.

You don't know where I can turn this star in, do you?

Why, you done with it?

Feels like it's time.

Fair enough.

I sent the kid to find you.

Didn't he come?

He was here.

You've been my friend all my life.

- You got met his job... - Don't sit so close to the TV.

Make you stupid.

...I wanted to be like you, Mart.

You've been a lawman all your life.

None of these chicken shits are gonna help him, you know that?

- You risk your skin catching killers. - Yeah.

And the juries turn them loose so they can come back

and shoot at you again...

You're not gonna be a chicken shit when you grow up, are you?

- ...wind up dying all alone on some dirty street. - No.

Attaboy.

For what? For nothing.

For a tin star.

Hey, Dad.

Wait. It's almost over.

It's all for nothing, Will.

It's all for nothing.

See what she wants, would you?

Excuse me?

What is Mrs. Ramirez's room number?

What's a six-letter word for "begrudge?"

Resent.

I don't think that's right.

Left.

Right.

Up.

Down.

So, these scars... they-they itch a lot,

and-and it burns sometimes,

so, it's been a long time,

so, are they getting infected, or what?

It's not gonna get infected.

Your problem is in your head. You're crazy.

I don't know why you're so obsessed with your scars.

They're ugly...

but they're just scars.

Just keep your shirt on when you see a woman,

'cause the women don't like men in a gunfight.

I wasn't in a gunfight, I already told you that.

So, can you help my breathing any?

'Cause, uh...

sometimes at night I-I have a hard time getting a full breath.

I told you I can help you with your breathing,

but you just have to keep coming to see me.

And drink the shit I give you.

Okay, get up.

This is the good shit.

What's up, gal?

Same as last time?

Almost.

Yeah, what's different?

I can't tell you that.

Some kind of Ming family secret?

You'll have to ask him.

Well, your pop's not exactly what you'd call chatty.

Maybe you're not asking the right questions.