Matlock

The law firm Jacobson Moore hid documents

that could have taken opioids off the market

and saved our daughter's life.

Talk to me about the mysterious Debra Palmer.

I moonlight as a mortuary cosmetologist.

Senior had her sign an NDA.

I was just tracing the hush money Senior paid

to bury the Wellbrexa study.

Senior must have funneled the money

through his personal accounts.

Dad, is everything okay?

I'm forgetting all kinds of things.

I'm scared, son.

Matlock... I don't trust her.

I am always happy to talk about Madeline Matlock.

I haven't always been the nicest to you.

You're a really good person, Matty.

I should not have fired you, Sarah.

If you ever want back on my team,

I'll take you in a second.

I'll have to think it over.

Joey's Alfie's father.

I'm sorry I missed your call. Is everything okay?

I had a craving,

and, uh, my sponsor's out of town,

so I thought I'd call you.

Would you want to talk to me through AI

after I'm gone?

I'd talk to Mom.

Hi, Mom.

There's no easy way to say this.

We think your dad's using drugs again.

That's why we're not going camping?

Yes.

We haven't heard from him for a few days,

and neither has his sponsor.

And the last time I saw Joey,

he was struggling.

Why?

Because he admitted

that he's known about you the whole time.

What?

- Edwin. - He deserves the truth.

He knew about me?

Since before you were born.

He's simply not

- who we thought he was. - Let's not

turn this into a verdict yet, okay?

We don't know what's going on.

I don't care what's going on.

He knew about me the whole time and he lied.

- Exactly, end of story. - Look, this is a very

- complicated situation, it's... - I just want to go to sleep.

Can you guys go?

What happened to neutral?

I don't want to be neutral. The guy's a dirtbag.

- We're done with him. - Joey is Alfie's father.

And Alfie has been doing

just fine without him all these years.

Regardless, we have to think about it from all angles,

including what Ellie would want.

So you've had one conversation with an AI

version of our daughter,

and now you are ready to blow up

all the boundaries we set?

Edwin, that is not true.

Oh, boy.

You made the right call, Mom.

Dad would just be more upset if you told him that we still talk.

I know, and I hate lying to him,

but shutting Joey out isn't the answer.

I'm surprised Dad's taking such a hard line.

- He was always the softie. - No kidding.

I'm used to being the stubborn one.

Well, I'm glad you said it and not me.

- In a corn maze. - Oh, stop it.

You still won't admit that you got us lost.

The map was wrong, okay?

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

You only remember that because I uploaded a video.

You're just an AI program.

Nobody's perfect.

Oh, it's Olympia. We'll talk later.

- Did you find anything? - Maybe.

We went through my dad's accounting,

and in 2010,

there are all these weird charges

paid to an entity known as "E.G."

- E.G.? - Yup.

Found one charge for $75,000.

Another for $50,000.

For "personal grooming services."

That's not man-scaping. That's clear-cutting.

Exactly.

And it adds up to $350,000,

which is the exact amount Priva was paid.

All funneled through the same vendor.

No billing address, no tax ID.

Just "E.G."

"Executive Glow-up"?

"Encrypted Gains"?

I have an educated guess.

Hi. You've reached Debra Palmer

at Eternal Glamour.

If someone you love is dead, press one.

For personal beauty, press two.

Two.

Debra Palmer.

This is Arthur P. Bench with the IRS.

Your LLC is being

audited for back taxes.

You must reply to this phone call immediately.

If you do not reply,

you will be facing criminal consequences.

If satisfied with

your message...

You're coming in a little hot, Arthur.

Debra Palmer is not Joey.

We're trying to get a look at her books,

not hang her for treason.

Your note is received.

And drop whatever accent you're doing, Meryl.

I'm not doing an accent.

It's a backstory

of a hardscrabble upbringing

and foreign travel.

Do you think Joey's dead?

Darling...

I hope not.

Should we call hospitals in case?

I called them, and I'll call them again.

Darling, it's...

It's the waiting,

not hearing... it's the hardest.

And-and there's nothing we can do.

Now, Sir Arthur P. Bench

must have silence

for his conversation with Debra Palmer.

The IRS agent's a knight?

Must relate to his hardscrabble backstory.

Going again.

Latte with oat milk and an extra shot?

You know my coffee order?

I had to ask Hunter.

Have you given any more thought to my job offer?

I know I sprung this on you,

but with the merger closing in two weeks,

I'm gonna need an answer pretty soon.

Of course, and I have been thinking about it a lot,

and I talked it over with Julian,

who has been so supportive,

which makes it harder.

Um...

I'm gonna need another day.

Hey. Morning.

Hunter. I'll see you at 9:00?

Uh, for Travis Lee, yeah. I saw it on the calendar,

but I couldn't find a case file.

Because he's not a client.

I gave a guest lecture at an undergrad criminal justice class

three years ago and Travis was a student.

He lost his father in a terrible hit-and-run.

Never got solved.

Thank you for meeting me, Professor Lawrence.

Of course. I'm glad we can get you in. How's law school?

Uh, I'm really enjoying it, ma'am.

- Good. - And I know that

your time is valuable, so I will speak quickly.

This is a timeline for the night my dad was killed.

This is the map.

He and I fought at my house, here.

I left to go clear my head.

He went to go find me and he got hit here.

The initial accident report showed

skid marks from SUV tires

and silver paint on a guardrail,

so I cross-referenced silver SUV

vehicle records in the area

with reckless driving and DUI arrests,

and I eventually zeroed in on a suspect. Michael Hammond.

Could you slow down a little?

I happen to be 108 years old.

Sorry.

The crash took place on a road between

the neighborhood pub and Hammond's house.

- Okay. - So, I started scouring social media posts

tagged from the pub the night of the accident,

which there were a lot of, because it was the World Series.

That's when I found Hammond's car.

One of the bartenders remembers Hammond leaving drunk

right after Freddie Freeman hit a home run at 10:40 p.m.,

11 minutes before my dad was hit, and

I know Hammond did it.

- And you put all of this together? - Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, over the past few years.

I thought it would be enough to get the D.A.

to re-open the case, but it wasn't.

So, I filed a civil suit pro se.

The statute of limitations for a wrongful death suit...

Already passed.