The Lies We Bury

You are tuned into Cherry Hill's

"Heartbreak After Dark".

I hope you're staying dry out there.

Next up, here's a little something

to keep you company through the storm.

Finally, a customer.

Anything?

I got her!

We've got a message for ya.

Here we go.

Oh, no. I'm so...

-I'm so sorry. -It's okay.

-That was my fault. -It's okay, really.

I wasn't paying attention.

Let me get that for you.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

You could've really gotten hurt.

Don't sue me.

Uh, are, are you a client?

No. Are you?

Uh, I'm Rylee Kerrigan. Attorney at law.

I work here.

That's right. Today's the big day.

It's nice to meet you, Miss Kerrigan.

Nice to meet you.

Scotty? Forget somethin'?

-Uh, Mr. Stackhouse. -Rylee!

Welcome!

Hey.

-Hey. -It's nice to meet you.

Oh, good. Okay.

I thought you were Scott.

-Scott? -My grandson.

He just left. Surprised you didn't run into each other.

Actually, we did.

Oh, well, he's around a lot.

He's upgrading our computer, since...

Well, really, he's installing one.

It's not really necessary, but,

you know, yellow pad and pencil suits me, but he insists.

Plays on those things, day and night.

So, uh, how's the apartment? Get all moved in?

Yeah. Thank you for that referral.

Of course.

You've been around as long as I have, you learn that

building and maintaining relationships

is what life's all about.

Well, follow me.

Well, here we are.

This is mine?

Yeah. I apologize for the mess.

Just didn't really get around

to getting the whole place tidied up.

Truthfully, everything on the desk can just be tossed.

It's a bunch of old case files

I collected through the years.

Verdicts that left me scratching my head.

None are mine, of course.

Handled by other firms.

If this is too much, I can ask Scott to help you.

Oh, no. No, really.

I'm sure he's just monkeying with his gadget.

I'm happy to do it, really.

Wonderful.

-Uh, Mr. Stackhouse. -Tucker.

You remember when we interviewed and I told you

I don't want anybody calling me "Mister" except a judge?

Uh, well, I just wanna thank you again

for the opportunity.

I am looking forward to working for you.

With me.

I just never really liked the idea

of anybody working for me.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

I really hope that new lawyer lives up

to your expectations, Grandpa.

Me too. She was burning the midnight oil when left.

Wish that was the only thing burnin'.

You know you have a digital subscription to that paper?

Remember?

The tablet?

Yeah, but then I have to do all that swoopin'.

Swiping.

Ignore the appearance.

Did you cook this with orange juice?

And sugar-free marmalade.

"Sugar-free".

You grandmother never cooked anything sugar-free.

Well, sugar raises your blood pressure,

and you know what the doctor said.

Oh, doctor. Blah, blah, blah.

I know. Whatever, yeah.

Dessert's ready.

Mom, this photo of you and your friend in the yearbook?

"Patti Lawrence and Stephanie Jefferies,

the most inseparable pair"?

Yes?

After Dad died and we went through all the yearbooks

and photo albums, you told me how close you were with her.

That's right.

She was my best friend.

I'm assuming that was before she was a convicted murderer?

How did you find out about that?

From an old case file in the office.

Tucker saved it.

And why would he have it?

He wasn't even her defense attorney.

No.

He wasn't.

But apparently, something about the case seemed off to him.

So that's what he has you working on?

No. Not exactly.

I found the file when we were reorganizing the office.

Because if you were at one of those firms in Cincinnati,

they wouldn't have you looking through a case

that's concluded like 30 years ago!

Mom, I'm a lawyer, okay?

That doesn't change if I'm in Cincinnati,

or if I'm in Cherry Hill.

I can manage.

Okay?

I managed when you were in school.

Well, I'm not in school anymore, so...

How about that dessert?

Sounds great, Mom.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's okay. You just startled me.

I gotta stop doing that.

Uh, what are you doing?

Oh, I'm working on the new upgrade.

It's gonna be all wireless. A massive cloud.

You'll never fill it in a million years.

Uh, if it's wireless, why are you drilling in my office?

Oh, these old buildings are weird.

Half these walls are concrete.

Half of 'em are just drywall and studs.

I found that this room, this corner, actually,

is the best place for a wireless router.

I'm sorry. Are you Miss Kerrigan?

That's me. Hi, Alan.

Please have a seat.

I'm, I'm sorry. There was just nobody outside.

Oh, that's okay.

Yep. I'll just, uh...

From what I can see, everything in your file

is exactly as you described.

The charges are bogus, am I right?

Well, from what I understand, your brother-in-law,

Teddy, brought stolen goods from a pawn shop

into your basement.

That's right.

And he lives in your basement? Pays you rent?

When the bum has the cash. Sure.

Alan, is there a separate entrance to your basement?

One that you and your wife don't use? Only Teddy?

Yeah. Sure.

I think I can get these charges dropped.

You do?

If Teddy is a paying tenant,

what he brings into his space is his business.

I don't think you can be held accountable

and I think a judge would agree.

Oh, my goodness. That...

That is such good news.

Thank you.

Rylee. How'd it go?

-I think it went really well. -Oh, good.

Oh, please come in.

Is the court date set?

For next week, Mr. Stack--

I mean Tucker.

Let me know if I can be of any help, okay?

Actually, what do you know about a murder

in Milford Heights, 1996?

I see you didn't just organize my files, did you?

Okay, well, let's see. Um...

Linda Turpin, teenage girl,

gunned down in cold blood by a jealous coworker.

Harder ones to forget around here.

In Milford Heights?

Seems like it would be a very big deal.

Ah, it was.

But it's just one that people don't talk much about anymore.

You know, more like a stain on a otherwise friendly

and well-meaning community.

Allegedly, Stephanie Jefferies maintained her innocence,

until abruptly changing course, two days into the trial,

when she does a 180 and decides to plead guilty.

She take a plea deal?

Plea to take life in prison?

Not much of a deal.

What's on your mind, Rylee?

Would you mind if I looked into things?

I promise I won't let it

interfere with any of my clients.

That was Frank Hornsby's case. Good attorney.

Perhaps you can reach out to him.

Good morning, and indeed, it is a good morning,

because today, with the invaluable guidance