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Are you by chance Billy McBride?
Huh? The Billy McBride?
The case is dismissed. I'm also fining Mr. McBride
for direct contempt of court.
Ever since I took this case,
weird shit's happening to me, okay?
Ms. Gold, have you ever been charged with solicitation?
Yes.
What did you blackmail the officer with exactly?
A sex tape.
The jury awards the Larson family
$162 million.
Hi, I'm Marisol Silva, and I reach out to Oscar,
and he said you visited Julio. He's very special to me.
I'm fucked, aren't I?
We are both fucked.
If Julio goes to jail, we are in the clear.
Julio goes free, we all go down.
Julio Suarez did not kill Hunter Friedman and Marcos Pena.
They're dropping the charges against you.
Oh, my God, thank you!
- Thank you so much. - Oh.
These fucking people are gonna kill us,
- do you understand me? - (screaming)
Listen, my name's Billy McBride, and you saved my life.
Now, go, take her away.
What makes you think that this is all right, Patty?
I'm sorry that you're hurt,
but, I mean, I would do it again.
Bye, Patty.
Congratulations.
You won, honey.
I really hope that at the end
of the night, when you lay your head on the pillow,
that the last image you see is that kid
hanging from that fucking cord.
You know, Hamish
gave a good review to that new Calvin Coolidge bio.
He would.
Yeah.
Well?
Well, we'll make payroll.
Great.
Oh, Gene, we knew that we might have a tough year,
but I budgeted for it.
You know, we're doing pretty good, considering.
Yeah, I know.
You always take such good care of us.
- (chuckles) - (door creaks open)
Hey, Noodles. What's he got there anyway?
What is that? What is that?
Oh, it's a bird.
Oh. Noodles...
- Oh. - You're a bird killer.
I'm gonna get a bag. I'll clean it up. Come on.
- (rustling) - (gasps)
- (cawing) - (shrieking)
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Gene!
Where'd it go?
Oh... Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Are you okay?
Honey, it's just a bird, it's just a bird.
Come on, it's just a bird.
It's okay, it's okay.
Okay?
- (glass rattling) - (barking)
Shh! Noodles!
What is that?
It's okay, I got it.
- Go back to sleep, honey. - (barking)
Noodles.
Shh!
: Oh...
Noodles!
Noodles.
Noodles?
Noodles?
Noodles!
Bobbi!
Gene?
- Gene! (Screaming) - Bobbi!
The fall broke her neck.
Dog survived.
Stayed with her,
right to the end.
I'm real sorry about this, Gene.
She was a hell of a gal.
: Yeah. Well...
She thought the world of you, too.
Always said you were the best.
Hmm. I don't know about that.
She would've been a hell of a lot better than me
if she'd gone into practice.
Yeah, well, look, um, I...
I'm glad you reconsidered this case,
and I'm sure Bobbi would as well.
Yeah.
Ah, so...
These neighbors of mine, they, uh,
they drill all around here,
sucking up the water right and left,
which makes the ground unstable.
Now someone has to be responsible.
'Cause my wife is dead.
Yeah.
Let's take a drive. You can show me around, okay?
Sure.
You know, this drought's been going on for three years.
- Look at this. Never know it. - Yeah.
Green, green, green, green, green.
- It's unbelievable. - What's this field over here?
That's citrus. Oranges,
grapefruits, for the most part.
It's Roy Wheeler's farm.
- Is he one of the big farmers? - He's big, not the biggest.
Uh, the biggest
is the Tallgrass Farms, right up ahead.
Speaking of...
- Hey. - Did you get my note?
I did and thank you for the care package.
Well...
I'm real sorry for your loss, Gene.
Anything I can do for you,
you let me know.
Will do.
That's Wade Blackwood, one of my neighbors.
He owns Tallgrass Farms.
Big farm, right?
The biggest.
You know, that fucker offered to buy my land.
Really? Was it before or after it collapsed?
After. - Oh.
You still have that note he sent you?
Yeah, somewhere.
You may want to hang on to it. You never know.
And, Gene, I'm gonna start checking in
on what your neighbors are up to around here.
It's a little tricky because, you see...
property lines are man-made, but water, it goes everywhere.
- Right. - It's kind of hard to prove who it belongs to.
So, I'll see what I can do.
Well, you're the first hope I've had since all this started.
This is Bobbi's dream. This.
I mean, hers and mine.
I thought we'd have a nice little retirement out here.
Drink a little wine,
just, uh...
enjoying our life together.
Oh. Here.
Bobbi wanted you to have this.
- Oh, what is it? - I don't know.
Might be a sculpture, might be a mistake.
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