Matlock

- Previously... - The law firm

Jacobson Moore hid documents

that could have taken opioids off the market

ten years earlier.

Think of how many lives that could have saved.

Including our daughter's.

My grandma loves these. It's biological.

Next thing I know, I'm standing smack-dab

in the middle of a Costco with a four-pound bag.

Bitsy again?

I don't have the energy to talk to my sister.

She's a lot.

I'll sneak in, grab the printouts

of Julian's whereabouts

the day the documents

went missing and prove

he was the one who stole 'em.

Talk to me about Slamm'd.

The class is certified,

great lead plaintiff.

We start trial next week.

Sorority girl named Violet

suffered a heart attack

after someone spiked her drink

with S... Slamm'd!

Are you pressing charges

against Kennedy?

Considering it.

Kennedy was trying to hurt Zoey,

which makes Violet's death an accident,

not a crime. Drop it.

So you can win your class action?

Yeah. And get this really bad product

off the market so that it doesn't happen to another kid.

That's my bear, and I'm about to slay it.

Productive session, Counselor.

Feel we advanced our case.

Bitsy?!

Oh, get in here and hug my neck!

Oh!

And I was saying to Cindy Shapiro,

"She's my big sister

"and I'm gonna go to New York and see

"what the heckadoody

she's up to!"

Don't look behind you. Pretend you're on the phone.

What's going on, Shae? There was a mistake.

A temp in Wellbrexa's legal department accidentally sent

over 342 pages that were not supposed to be included.

Because they're outside of discovery?

The pages should not have been included.

I can't do anything illegal. And I'm not asking you to.

I'm just telling you that if those documents are scanned into

your system, Wellbrexa's opioids are pulled from the market.

The company loses billions in revenue,

and you lose millions in fees.

Tried calling your father, but he's...

Australia, till the end of the week.

Okay, enough with the parking garage.

This isn't All the President's Men.

It doesn't matter. Wherever they met back then.

The biggest problem is we don't know what the document is.

Oh, thank you so much. I wasn't sure.

Okay, you know what,

don't get snippy with me

because you're annoyed with your sister.

What could she possibly be baking now?

Hasn't she already made everything?

Let's focus. Okay.

We have the timeline from Julian's key card.

Yes, we do.

And I have to figure out where he actually went

after he took the document. Yeah. And what about motive?

Impressing his dad? The money?

The mysterious half million he used to buy the brownstone?

Mm, conjecture, Counselor.

Oh. Batten the hatches.

Hurricane Bitsy's making landfall.

You have two types of sage.

Tell me you eat out of that garden every night.

Oh, yeah, we do. We plop right down in the dirt

- and pop tomatoes. - Well, you should.

I always say

the biggest trick the devil

ever pulled is called

"farm to table."

And I'll tell you what,

I wish I was his business partner.

Muffins?

Oh, after I get home tonight.

Oh. A-As a reward.

Matty has a big class action starting today.

Well, I'm sure your job's

real important if you decided to move

cross-country and uproot Alfie.

Um, well, as a matter of fact, it was

Alfie who inspired the move. That's what he said.

But he clammed up tighter than an oyster when it got

to specifics.

Butterscotch?

You know, I swore

I'd never eat 'em,

but then I turned 60,

and there I was...

At Costco with a five-pound bag.

Yeah, you told me that story.

Well, I can never tell

if you're listening or not.

Well, okay,

I'm off to liberate some wild peppermint

from your neighbor's yard.

She's here, use it as research.

Remember, Matty Matlock

does not exist without Bitsy.

Matty Matlock has substance underneath.

My sister is a grown woman named Elizabeth

who likes to be called Itsy Bitsy.

I will keep her occupied.

And away from my office.

If Bitsy figures out what we're up to...

She can't keep a secret.

And my hometown is fueled by... Fueled by

deep-fried Twinkies and gossip.

I've got your sister.

I will also make sure the door to the office is closed.

Lock it. Uh, done.

You just figure out where Julian went

once he had the document.

On it.

And did one of you make copies?

I got it right here. Increased profit posted a marketing change...

Okay, everyone breathe. How?

It's game day and you have everything riding on this case--

two years' worth of work, millions in sunk costs,

our partner race...

Thank you for that.

Good luck with your jury selection.

Are you really rooting for me?

Three-part answer. As a human being, yes.

As your competitor in the partner race,

no. But as the person

who's going to win

said partner race... Okay. I get it.

You always hit a joke too hard.

Everything okay?

Just a fly that needs swatting.

What's going on, Shae?

Did you hire the Glenroys to do your jury work on Slamm'd?

Elijah's recommendation. He worked with them years ago.

I'm the in-house jury consultant, Olympia.

This makes me look bad. That sounds like

a "you" problem. This is an important case

and I needed a new dynamic.

Plus, there's two of them.

You fell for the husband-wife schtick?

I believe they're siblings.

Look, Olympia.

Hm? Can we just clear the air

about what happened?

You mean with my husband?

Pass.

I've had enough people hand me their guilt.

You can keep yours.

Today is about my client.

I got to admit, I got some serious game day nerves.

Worse than my football days. I get it.

This is two years of your life.

But you're in such a great place now, Tucker.

Which we need you to hide.

You are the face of this lawsuit, and court is theater.

Curtain goes up when jury selection begins.

Your pain needs to stand in for the entire class.

That's why you're the named plaintiff.

So even if something's hilarious, no laughing.

Small smiles are fine. Which is why I specifically said

"no laughing," not "no smiles."

I'm getting brother-sister.

I'm getting married but unhappy.

I'm getting exhausted.

We need to reject anyone who leans libertarian

from our panel, anyone who might blame

the person over the product.

We'd like to dismiss juror number nine.

Subgroups to dismiss, including anti-vaxxers,

end-of-day preppers, anyone liking social media posts

with the word "militia."

We'd like to dismiss her, yes.

And anyone who's ever been sued,

either at work or at home.

We'd like to dismiss Juror 23,

and thank you so much for your service.

We'll be researching as you go.

Remember, one bad juror

can poison the whole well.

My last challenge.

Get rid of 31.

Agreed. 32 looks good,

college-age daughter.

Counselor?

Uh, yes, we'd like to dismiss 31. All right.