The Good Fight

Come on, Lucca. You can take at least a week off.

I'm sending you a photo.

There.

What do you have in Chicago to match that?

Work.

- I have work here. - You can bring your work here.

Come on, I'm lonely. It's just me here.

Yeah, you and 30 staff.

It's not the same. I'll send the jet.

You can be there and back in 14 hours.

The Herz divorce, upstairs.

- Let's go. - I got to go, Bianca.

- Here we are. - Okay.

I'll say right up front, this is not about my divorce.

- Is it about your business? - It's about my reputation

- and it's about this firm. - Which firm?

- Reddick/Boseman or STR Laurie? - Aren't you all the same these days?

I keep bouncing from one to the other.

Yes. Tell us what you need.

I saw this play last night,

and for some reason, it has my divorce in it.

It has your divorce? What does that mean?

My divorce from last year? The one you handled?

- Uh, the one Lucca handled. - Great.

Circling the wagons already, David? Noted.

Either my $34 million in legal fees

matters to you or it doesn't.

- It does. - Then how the fuck

did the specifics of my divorce end up in this play?

Which parts of your divorce?

My job, my ex-wife, our reasons for divorcing,

everything is in the play.

Even some of the things we said in the depos.

They make me look like an asshole.

And what do you want to do?

Seriously? You need to ask? I want to sue.

I want to Gawker these assholes off the stage.

Just give me a second.

Yeah.

I have to head upstairs in a minute.

- Um... - What is it?

Duncan Herz?

The pizza king?

Is he getting divorced again?

No. He was satirized in a play,

and now he wants to sue for defamation.

Tell him to let it go.

Satire just disappears if you don't give it any oxygen.

- Everybody hates satire. - Unfortunately,

I recognized the playwright.

He worked here last year, as an associate.

Who?

Jumaane Jenkins.

Oh, but his name used to be Alan North.

The one we fired for drug use.

Yes.

Damn.

Does Herz know he's an ex-associate?

Not yet.

He will sue us.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Let me take this.

Mr. Herz!

- How are you? - Adrian.

- Yeah. - Fine.

- Good. - What's going on?

Uh, Lucca here filled me in on the issue here,

and I want to say, uh, I think we have some good news.

We might have a path to the lawsuit right here.

So, uh, you give us a day,

we'll take a look at the play, and we'll see

if any privileged information was taken from our office.

Good. I thought you were gonna

- tell me to drop it. - Never.

Not when it's this serious.

Great. You'll keep me in touch?

- Will do. - All right.

Thanks.

Privileged information?

What the fuck? Was he a lawyer here?

It's somebody we fired.

Jesus, this place is bush-league.

David...

Fuck you.

Take your opinion upstairs and see what they say.

So, I don't understand. The malware only attacks here?

And only when I use the firm's Wi-Fi.

So someone here is trying to freeze me out

whenever I ask "What is Memo 618?"

- No, not here. - Then where?

Someone upstairs is blocking my Wi-Fi access?

Bryan Kneef.

- You're kidding. Why? - My guess is because

you're asking about what you're asking about.

Memo 618? He knows what it is?

Uh...

Where are you going?

- To ask him. - To ask him if he knows about Memo 618?

Yes.

Is that smart?

I don't know anymore.

Hi. I need to speak to Bryan Kneef.

This way, Ms. Lockhart.

They're waiting for you.

They're... Who's waiting for me?

Everyone.

Diane.

Thank you for coming.

You're welcome. Uh, was I expected?

Yes. Of course.

Uh, you know what? I don't think you’ve met, uh, Tom,

Danny, Jim, Roger,

Susan, Linda, Big Tom,

Dana, Nate and Dhruhmil.

Oh, and Bryan Kneef. I think you two know each other.

No. We haven't met.

Just online. Diane.

So there was a student,

Yamaoka, who sought out a Zen master

and proclaimed, "The mind, the Buddha, attainment",

"everything is emptiness.

Nothing really exists."

The Zen master picked up a bamboo stick

and whacked him in the head.

Yamaoka screamed angrily until the master asked him,

"If nothing really exists, from where did your anger come?"

Um...

Is somebody angry here?

Bryan? I need you to stop poaching my clients.

Excuse me? You know, I explained that you were made

head of pro Bono, so there's no reason for you to poach.

And yet, she's having her investigator check my clients.

Wait a minute. I'm only checking your clients to figure out

why you are blocking my Internet access.

What the hell are you talking about? Wait.

Quiet.

We're all on the same team.

Roger, go get a glass of water.-

Bryan, are you blocking Diane's Internet access?

I am. But only defensively.

Because she's poaching my clients.

No. That is a lie.

You blocked me when I asked about Memo 618.

- What is that? - I don't know.

But I've had two pro Bono cases disappear

when the judge was given Memo 618.

- It has nothing to do with me. - No.

Okay, here's what I suggest. Diane, you won't dig

into Bryan's clients. Bryan, you won't block

Diane's Internet access. Understood?

Uh, yes.

- I take no issue with that. - Yes. Fine.

What was that about?

They want me to stop looking.

- Will you? - No.

Here.

It's a billing statement.

Kneef had one case with two years of billable hours,

- but no docket number. - What?

- A case that disappeared? - Yes.

And Kneef was losing when it disappeared.

- I don't see a client. - No, it's not in the records.

But...

it lists the associate on the case.

- Yes, ma'am? - You're not shaving anymore.

I got a special dispensation.

I'm bored. I want to be entertained.

You want me to sing to you?

No. Tell me a joke.

Man walks into a zoo.

The only animal in the entire zoo is a dog.

It's a Shih Tzu.

Want me to explain it to you?

No, I get it. I'm just not laughing.

Caleb Garlin? Do you have a minute?

You, uh, worked with Bryan Kneef

on a civil suit that we can't find.

It was about six months ago.

$895,000 in billable hours, but no mention of the client.

Uh, whatever you tell us, uh, won't get back to Mr. Kneef.

Oh, I don't care. He's a prick.

Uh, Nola Garnett.

The Tapas Group. Wrongful death.

The docket number was, uh,

Wow. You have a good memory.

I just don't trust digital archiving.

Um...

I wouldn't leave it on there.

The, uh, Tapas Group was being sued by the wife of a prisoner

who died while being transported

in the back of one of their private prison vans.

- So, was there a settlement? - No, just ended.

Ended in what way?

Kneef was arguing for a motion to dismiss.

The judge recessed to review the legal citing

and he never returned.

Uh... He never returned from the recess?

Correct.

- And no one followed up? - Well, we didn't.

We were losing, so it was a gift.