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- ♪ Sometimes I
feel like a mess ♪

♪ But I'm a work in progress ♪

♪ This heaviness on my chest ♪

♪ Keep breathing,
keep breathing ♪

- I know, I know.
Sorry I'm late.

You right on time.

- Hi, Rose.

I figured you get
a lot of roses.

- Tulips.

Thank you, Alec.

- Thank you for
doing this with me.

- Anything for science.

Though, a 24-hour
date experiment

might be the most
convoluted excuse

a man has used to
get me into bed.

- Ah, that's not the objective.

Anyone can make a good
impression over an hour or two

after a couple cocktails.

And technically, this
isn't an experiment,

since there's no control.

- Noted.

You need a whole 24
hours to impress me.

- Spending that time together
while we do our jobs,

taking a break for
sleeping separately,

will give us a chance to
really get to know each other.

- And this is something
you do on all your dates?

- Well, this is
actually the first date

I've been on since my divorce.

- So this high-intensity dating
concept is just a theory?

- Well, gravity was just
a theory at one point.

- This is nice, isn't it?

Having a meal together.

- Yeah, I always...

I always looked
forward to our dinners.

How long has it
been? A year now?

- Ever since you filed for
divorce from my brother.

I didn't mean for that
to come out so harsh.

- It's OK. It's all right.

But maybe we should avoid
talking about him... Alec.

- You got it.

- How's your lasagna?

- Oh, it's OK.

Not as good as it
used to be, though.

Remember when we shared
it at my birthday dinner,

and you dared me to give
that waitress my number?

- And then I came to
find you making out

with her in the bathroom?

Just the two of us.

Isn't this nice?
- Mm-hmm.

So nice.

- It might take
longer than 24 hours

to get to know the real me.

I've been a few
different people.

- I read about that
in "The Guardian."

You were MI6.

- Technically, we don't
call it that anymore.

- Still, it must have
been difficult to have

your cover blown
by a vindictive MP

during open session.

- Imagine spending your whole
life married to your career.

And then it falls
apart in an instant.

- I guess we've both recently
ended marriages then.

- It's been two years.

And I'm still putting
the pieces together,

figuring out what
I want, who I am.

- It seems we have
a lot in common.

Here's to figuring
out who we are.

- It's a client.

She needs to meet with me ASAP.

You in?

- Let our date begin.

- Don't ever fall in love.

Love makes you stupid.

Makes you ignore your
friends when they

tell you not to marry him.

Makes you think
he isn't cheating.

Makes you give up half,
half of your estate

to a debt-ridden crypto
bro from New Jersey.

- I've experienced the
pain of divorce too.

But I've found that it can also

be an opportunity
to reevaluate...

- I'm sorry. Who are you?

- Blair, this is
Dr. Alec Mercer.

He's an expert in
human behavior.

He might be of use and promises
the utmost confidentiality.

- How may we help you?

- Here's my problem.

- Cézanne?
- "The Orchard."

He painted it after his wedding.

It was a wedding
present to me from my ex

even though, technically,
I paid for it.

Carson and I fought like
hell over it in the split.

- And you won.
- Oh, did I ever.

But since it accounts
for such a large part

of the settlement, it
had to be reappraised.

Imagine my shock
when the appraiser

questioned its authenticity.

- They think "The
Orchard" is a forgery.

- Apparently, all
plein air paintings

completed in late
1883 must contain

some residual volcanic ash.

- Makes sense.

Krakatoa erupted August 1883.

A cloud of volcanic
ash went from Indonesia

all the way to Europe.

And the appraisers didn't find
volcanic ash in "The Orchard"?

- Even though the results
aren't conclusive...

- You're concerned your
painting is a copy.

- A fake.

Just like my marriage.

- Are you familiar with
retrospective framing,

our tendency to change
how we evaluate our past

when we learn
something new about it?

Your fondness for your painting
and your former marriage

are now being invalidated
by new evidence.

That's not necessarily
a bad thing in divorce.

It helps people move on.

- While I appreciate
your insight,

Dr. Mercer, what I
want is "The Orchard,"

the real "Orchard."

- Then you will get it.

I don't get it.

I mean, I get it.

But $8.5 million for
some shapes on a canvas.

- I'm not a big fan
of the cubists either.

A little too heavy-handed
if you ask me.

Henry Gibbs, gallery owner.

- We've heard you're
the guy to see

for impressionist paintings.

- Ah.
- And forgeries.

- Now, before you go
blabbing the F word again,

forgery, here is a certificate

of authenticity
for "The Orchard."

As you can see, several
Cézanne experts have confirmed

its legitimacy and provenance.

- You're confident you sold
Blair the authentic "Orchard."

- I am.
- Then buy it back.

- Refund Blair.

In the past five
years, "The Orchard"

has appreciated by how much?

40%?

You'd come out ahead.

Way ahead.

- I know I sold Ms.
Dalton a real Cézanne.

But I can't account for it
since it left my gallery.

I understand her divorce has
gotten quite contentious.

Perhaps she's
commissioned a fake

and is trying to
turn a quick buck.

- Not the quickest
buck for her to turn.

You, on the other hand.

- Ms. Dinshaw, Dr. Mercer, I'm
afraid I have an appointment.

I wish I could say it's
been a pleasure, but...

- Is this something you do
often in your line of work,

stakeouts?

- Don't get too excited.

All we're doing is waiting to
tail Henry to his appointment.

- Hmm.

- An appointment he
made on the spot.

You see the way he tensed?

- Clenched his fist.

Checked his watch.
Dead giveaways.

- You studied body
language analysis.

- One of the many reasons I
excelled in my profession.

Best case scenario, he
meets with an accomplice

and we can confront them
on selling a counterfeit.

- Worst case scenario?

- Everyone has their secrets.

We watch Henry
until we learn his

and use them to
put pressure on him

to cough up the real painting.

The real painting.

- What?

- "The Orchard" looks
exactly the same

whether Cézanne
painted it or not.

But one's a masterpiece,
the other isn't.

- Completely irrational.
- Exactly.

Blair loved that painting
until she suspected

that it was a copy.

But nothing's changed. It's
still the same painting.

Oh.

- Henry just walked
up to the window.

I didn't want to blow our cover.

- Here I was thinking you
were cutting off my monologue.

- Not at all.

Oh, here we go.

Henry's appointment.

Can you make out anything?

- No, but whatever they're
talking about looks tense.

- There was just the body.
No one else was here.

- And what were the
two of you doing here?

- Working an investigation.
- We were on a date.

- We were working an
investigation on a date.

I'm in crisis management.

My client hired me to
look into a painting

the deceased sold to her.

It's a suspected forgery.

- And you're her date?

- Dr. Alec Mercer.

He's a renowned professor
of behavioral science.

- What's your client's
name? I got to get an alibi.

- Blair Dalton.

- This forgery
investigation of yours,

there might be some overlap.

Keep me looped in, OK?

- Yes, Officer Matsuda.

Your assignment just got
a lot more complicated.

Whoever killed Henry
probably has something

to do with Blair's forgery.

- Agreed, but we're
still not 100% certain

if the painting is a forgery.

Note this number down for me.

202-167-7758.

- Photographic memory?

- Something like that.

It's a phone number
of the first expert

listed on the certificate of
authenticity Henry showed us.

Maybe they can take another
look at "The Orchard."

- Ah, let's give them a call.

In a couple of hours.

- See you for breakfast.

- I'll see you for breakfast.

- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Mm.

- You might need
this more than me.

I know that all-nighter life.

What were you studying?
- I wasn't.

I went to the department mixer.

Man, comparative
psych goes hard,

Like karaoke At 3:00 a.m. hard.

- Sounds more fun than
working on my thesis.

- Honestly, I only went
hoping to find a new roomie,

since my rent went up.

But it's actually hard to
meet potential roommates

while someone's singing Bon Jovi

at the top of their lungs.

Still, you should've
come.

Oh.

Huh.

The professor wants
us to experiment

on the meaningful
endowment effect.

- "Test to see how attaching
a story to an object

affects its value
on the marketplace."

- So we auction
something online.

How about my old guitar?

It could give us good data.

- Good data or
help you make rent?

- Can't it be both?

- Only if you've got a great
story attached to this guitar.

- It was a present from my dad.

- Hmm.

How about you post
the control condition,

and I'll take care of the story.

- Thanks for putting a
rush on the lab work.

- Oh, considering the
gravity of the situation,

it's the least I could do.

- Well, what's the verdict?

- I took a pigment sample from
Blair's "Orchard," analyzed it.

- And?

No ash.

- So my painting is a fake.

- I talked to the
previous owners.

They stored a pigment
sample from "The Orchard"

before selling it to Henry.

And that sample just
tested positive for ash.

- What does that mean?

- It means Henry bought
the real "Orchard."

But he didn't sell it to you.

- Why didn't we run that
test before I bought it?

- Well, the Krakatoa study was
only published two years ago.

- I... well, I certified another
couple of Cézannes for Henry.

Until they're proven authentic,

we have to assume that all

of Henry's Cézannes
are forgeries.

- Henry exploited the
irrationality of the art world,

where the default is always
to believe the work is real.

It's in the financial interests
of the buyers, the owners,

the auction houses,
the whole system

to validate the art
they buy and sell.

Until there's a
glaring reason not to.

- Clearly, given Henry
was murdered last night,

you may not have been the
only unhappy customer.

- Do you know who else
Henry sold a Cézanne to?

- You didn't hear this from me.

But rumor was, Henry sold
a Cézanne to a big client.

- Who?

- It was an anonymous buyer.

He went by a pseudonym, Mr. Z.

And since he bought
through proxies,

no one really knows
anything about him,

except that he is
a dangerous guy,

moves in elite
international circles.

- My favorite kind.

Do you have any way of getting
into contact with this Mr. Z?

- No.

And if I were you, I wouldn't.

- Hm.

- You could have planned
a dinner or a movie.

But instead, you're solving
a murder on a first date.

- Isn't it romantic?

- And hanging with the fam.

You know he lives here,
right, with his little sister?

You cool with that?
- Temporary.

Just temporary.

I've lived out of a
suitcase for months on end.

But I do have a great broker
I can put you in touch with.

- Thank you. I'd like that.

- If you can get him to
move into his own place,

oh, then I'm definitely
rooting for you two.

- Were you able to hack
into Henry's records?

- Just sent it to you both.

- Multiple purchases
across different styles,

like Z has no taste or POV.

He's buying the
most expensive works

and turning them quickly.

- He even bought a
few pieces twice.

- What does that mean?

- Mr. Z is laundering
money through art.

- OK.

It sounds like more than
I need to know, so...

I will
leave you two to this.

So Mr. Z has the means
to hire a hitman.

And he has the motive to
settle the score after being

scammed out of millions.

Whoever he is, he looks
like a prime suspect.

If Henry's murder is
related to the forgeries,

finding the killer could
lead us to the real painting.

- Good point.

I'll put out feelers.

I still have some
contacts in the field.

And they might know how
to track down Mr. Z.

- Hey.

- Well, that's the biggest
murder board I've ever seen.

- Murder/forgery board.

I thought it might help
us keep track of it all.

I got us some dinner.

- And I have dessert.

While we wait for my
contact to ring back,

I pulled these,
profiles of Interpol's

most wanted money launderers.

- Sounds tasty.

Perhaps a more neutral
backdrop while we eat.

- Very suave, Mercer.
- Mm.

- There was this cart
outside my flat in Shanghai.

Best dumplings ever.

- You miss it, being
out in the field?

- No.

Yes.

- I do miss it.

It was fun, easy, pretending
to be other people.

It kept me safe.

And in a way, it was easier
for me to be someone else.

But sometimes, I worry I
might have lost the real Rose.

- When people ask, I make
up stories about my scars,

just so I don't have to talk
about what really happened.

- It's hard to open
up about experiences

most people can't relate to.

And when you do, you're left
just feeling even more lonely.

- Damn, I don't usually get
this deep over dumplings.

- You just missed office hours.

- Dr. Mercer.

Ms. Dinshaw.

I understand you are
looking for Mr. Z.

- Mm.

Honestly, it's hard
to be terrified

when the cheese is this good.

Are you going to
take us to Mr. Z?

- I am Mr. Z.

My concern is keeping
business private.

But you two have
got people talking.

Why were you looking into me?

- We suspect Henry Gibbs
sold you a forged Cézanne.

- That doesn't bother you?

- It doesn't.

He helped me make
a lot of money.

In fact, I was
seriously considering

buying Henry's last Cézanne.

Or a copy, I suppose.

- Henry had another Cézanne?

- "Harlequin."

Its unusual dimensions
made it stand out to me.

22 inches by 48.

- No other Cézannes were
found in his gallery or home.

- There wouldn't be.

Henry kept a secret stash.

I don't know where.

- You think that's
where "Harlequin" is?

Possibly along with other works?

- Possibly.

But again, not my concern.

Nor am I yours.

Well, have the soppressata.

It's delicious.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Alec's not here. He
and Rose got a lead.

Hold up.

Are you looking for
that Z dude too?

- No.

Actually, I'm here for you.

Jace got us tickets to the
Kennedy Center tonight.

But he's got pulled
away on a case.

I know it's last minute.

But you want to come with?

- Uh...

- You're busy. I will leave.

- No, no.

Sounds fun.

Let me change.

- Rose, huh?

Rose Dinshaw, the
corporate fixer?

- Uh-huh, yeah, that Rose.

The two of them were on a date,

which turned into a
murder investigation.

You know Alec.

- Strike one, girl.
You said the A word.

- Come on, Marisa.

- Come on what?

- You're not being real.

Obviously, you're
feeling some type of way

about Alec dating again.

And yes, it's awkward, but...

- I thought we agreed not to...

- What else can we talk about?

You're too busy stuffing
down your feelings

to discuss anything else.

- Oh, that's work.

I'm going to get
back to the office.

Damn.

I was hoping Mr. Z was our guy.

- I guess Mr. Z was
neither a guy nor our guy.

She and her henchmen didn't
fit the bill of a killer.

And I suspect, when
it comes to murder,

Mr. Z is a little bit
more creative than pushing

someone off a balcony, or
at least more discreet.

Hmm.

Well, that's 24 hours.

- You put our date on a timer?

- So...
- So...

This was a lot of fun.
- This was a lot of fun.

- If Henry has a secret
stash, like Mr. Z said,

then maybe that's where we'll
find the real "Orchard."

- That's what I was thinking.

- I'm going to search Henry's.

Matsuda might have
missed something.

- Can I join you?
- Call it a second date?

- Evan mentioned authenticating
other Cézannes for Henry.

Maybe "Harlequin"
is one of them.

If we can't find Henry's stash,
Evan might have some ideas.

- Hold that thought.

Based on the square
footage of the first floor,

I'm thinking Henry walled
off a portion of his office

to create a secret room.

My money's on this
bookshelf being the door.

- Impressive work, Dinshaw.

Damn it.

The real "Orchard" isn't here.

- Neither is "Harlequin."

Z's photo was time stamped
the day before Henry died.

Now the painting's gone.

- Is that why
Henry was murdered?

Over a painting
that's probably fake.

- What do you think
these dimensions are?

22 inches by 48.

- "Harlequin."

Or at least, it was,
before it was shredded

and dropped in solvent.

- The last fake Cézanne

in Henry's collection
was destroyed.

- We have to go.

There's an intruder
at Blair's house.

You OK, Blair?

Carson.
- Rose.

- Blair's ex-husband.

What are you doing here?

- I'm on the policy.

The alarm company called me.

Got here as fast as I could.

- Did either of you get a
good look at the intruder?

- I just heard the alarm.

I was too scared
to come downstairs.

- Yeah, they were already
gone by the time I got here.

- I'll check with the
police, see what they know.

- Could I have a
word in private?

Oh.

This might be unwarranted.

Or maybe not.

Considering how you
characterized your ex

when we first met, Carson may be

attractive to you right now,

but I would consider postponing
any potential reconciliation

until the knight in shining
armor effect wears off.

He didn't actually save you.

Your nervous system
just thinks he did.

- I guess I'll take
that under advisement.

- Police said it
looks like a robbery.

But nothing's missing.

Why break into a multi-million
dollar home and take nothing?

- Because the robber didn't
find what they were after.

- All right.

- You were right.

- Why keep a fake
in the vault, babe?

- How'd you know it's a fake?

- Ah, DC art world
is microscopic.

It's the talk of the town.

Everyone knows.

- If everyone
knows, then there's

a good chance whoever
tried to steal Blair's

"Orchard" knows it's a forgery.

- So someone's after
Henry's fakes Cézannes.

Why?

- Could be a cover-up.

- The forger covering
their tracks.

- But how do we find the forger?

- I might have a lead.

- Online auctions
are the Coachella

of irrational behavior.

All my favorite theories
come out to play.

Check it out.

Bids on our meaningful
endowment condition

are up to $300.

- That's amazing.

"Once played by
Carlos Santana."

I told you my dad said there
was a guy in the guitar store

who looked like Santana.

- Santana was on tour that year.

It could check out.

- Besides, the meaningful
endowment effect

works whether or not
the story is true.

How's the control
condition doing?

- Um...

- Wait, our hypothesis is
that the guitar with the story

attracts a higher price, right?

- Yes. Why?

- All I did was list the
brand and year with the photo,

like you said.

No story, but...

- $500.

Rizwan, why is
someone offering $500

for the control condition?

- Your Interpol short list of
art forgers isn't very short.

We've been all over town.

- Well, then this has
got to be the one.

It's the only one left.

Goes by "Bridget."

No one's home.

There could be
evidence in there.

Cover me, will you?

Don't tell me you've never
picked a lock before, Mercer.

- The forger's studio.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- We're looking for Bridget.

We have to ask her
some questions.

- You can't.

- Why not?

- Because she's dead.

- I'm Alec Mercer.

I teach behavioral
science at Wylton.

And you are?

- I'm Bridget's father.

- Can I ask what
happened to Bridget?

- Died two weeks ago.

Cancer.

- I saw one of
Bridget's Cézannes.

She's very talented.

It's a shame no one will know
that those were her works.

- I warned her.

It was only a matter of time
until someone figured it out.

The sad part is, Bridget didn't

get into forgery
until my heart attack

forced me to stop working.

A father is supposed to
take care of his daughter,

not the other way around.

So if you're here
to press charges

against my dead daughter...

- This isn't just about
a forgery anymore.

This is about the
murder of Henry Gibbs.

- I don't know
anything about that.

- We already know
your daughter was

involved in illegal activity.

Maybe you killed your accomplice

and destroyed her art to
protect her good name.

- Bridget was proud
of her paintings,

and so was I.

I'd never destroyed them.

- I'd like to help Bridget
get the recognition

she deserves for her skills,
even if they were imitations.

But that can't happen until we
know more about the forgeries,

like who else was involved.

- She didn't want me
knowing what was going on.

But I did overhear an
argument between Bridget

and the other guy,
not Henry, but the one

who lined up the buyers.

Bridget called him
a reckless prick

for selling a forgery
to his own wife.

- Did you catch his name?

- Carmichael?

- Carson?
- Carson.

That's it.

- You think I murdered Henry?

- A credible witness
identified you

as a member of
Henry's forgery ring.

And you've refused to
tell me where you were

the night he was murdered.

- All I did was make a
couple bad investments, OK?

I zigged when I
should've zagged.

I needed some money
to back a new venture.

But Blair refused.

So to make some extra
cash on the side,

I helped Henry, found a few
people to buy some fakes.

- Like your wife?
- Ex-wife.

I didn't kill anyone.

- Where were you the
night Henry was killed?

- Blair and I are this close
to getting back together.

If she finds out where I was...

- You've got bigger
problems to worry about.

Osteria Rafael.

With my girlfriend.

- I think he's
telling the truth.

- That's too bad.

- I'm beginning to think we need

to revisit possible motives.

Hmm, It seems my
researchers' experiment

is showing a different pattern
of results than expected.

How about we go
back to my place?

- Thought you'd never ask.

- What are you...
- Don't worry.

We will sell it
to you, but first,

we need to know why you
offered such a high price

for an essentially
worthless guitar.

I mean...

- What's going on?

- Professor, hi.

We thought you were
coming by later,

after we organized our results.

- We tried to sell an object
with a story attached,

like you asked, Professor.

But the control got
a much higher bid

than the meaningful
endowment condition.

He's the outlier.
- What?

- Did you know you
were offering more

than the guitar was worth?

- Yeah, of course.

- Why?

- My dad taught me how to
play on the same model guitar.

And when I was in my early
20s, I was strapped for cash,

and I had to sell it.

Now I've got a foster
daughter. She wants to play.

And I want her to learn on
the same model that I did.

I mean, I know it's not
the exact same guitar.

But I don't know.

It's, um...

sentimental value.

- Thank you.

Sentimental value.

Someone connected to
Bridget wanted her paintings

bad enough to kill for them.

- OK, but if Bridget's
paintings mean so much,

then why'd the killer destroy
one using a barrel of solvent?

- The killer didn't destroy
Bridget's paintings.

Henry did to cover the forgery.

After we visited him, he
knew we were on to him,

so he destroyed "Harlequin."

- The last Cézanne by Bridget.

- And after the
killer discovered

that Henry ruined her work,

they murdered him
in a fit of rage.

- Then tried but failed to
steal Blair's "Orchard."

- Sentimental value
is driving the killer

to extreme measures,
violent ones.

And they won't stop until
they get one of her Cézannes

in their hands.

- How do we stop them?

- If they're willing to
murder and rob for her works,

then presumably, they
will come to an auction

to bid on it.

Under the pretense of
a larger divorce sale,

we offer Blair's
"Orchard" up for auction.

We even list it as a forgery.

And we use Bridget's
name as the real artist.

Spies have the best toys.

Testing. Testing.

Do you read?
- Loud and clear, Professor.

I
feel like James Bond.

- Play it cool.

- Next up, ladies and gentlemen,

we have "The Orchard," a
convincing Cézanne forgery

from the late Bridget Archibald.

Let's start the
bidding at $50,000.

Do I have $50,000?
Looking for 55.

- You think he's here to
support his daughter or...

- He's not bidding. I
don't think he's our guy.

- She seems rather interested.

- She does.

Let's see if she
goes all the way

or be flushed out
by Phoebe's bids.

- 76. Looking for $76,000.

76. $76,000.

- $76,000 and counting.
- $77,000, looking for 77.

- Maybe I should have
gone into forgery.

- $78,000, looking
for 79. $79,000.

Looking for $80,000. $80,000.

Looking for $100,000.
$100,000, ladies and gentlemen.

Can I get a 110? 110, 110.

I've got a $110,000 bid.
Looking for 120, $120,000.

Looking for 130.

Anybody 130? I've
got $130,000.

- That's our culprit.

Phoebe, Phoebe, stop bidding.

- Looking for $150,000.
Looking for 150.

$150,000.

Do I hear 175? $175,000.

Anybody for 175?

No, I've got 150 going once,

going twice, going three times.

Sold to the gentleman in
the back for $150,000.

- That's Evan.

- Alec, Rose, I
wasn't expecting you.

- On behalf of my
client, Ms. Dalton,

I'm here to inform you that
this sale has been nullified.

- What? No.

I bought the painting.
I'm taking it.

- You won't be charged
for the purchase.

But you can't keep the painting.

It's already connected
to an attempted robbery.

It's FBI property now.

- What are they
going to do with it?

- They've authorized
me to destroy it.

Bull.

That makes no sense.

- Bull or no bull, I'm the
one holding the box cutter.

- Wait, you can't.

No, please no. Don't.

No, no, no. Please
don't do that.

- You clearly care a
lot about this painting.

If you were part of
the forgery ring,

you'd want to destroy it too.

- What forgery ring?

- Evan, we know

about Carson,
Henry, and Bridget.

- Well, I didn't want anything

to do with their scheme, OK?

I refused to authenticate
the painting.

- But your name is
on that certificate.

So you did. Why?

- Because...

well, you know,
Bridget asked me to.

- So?

- So...

I couldn't
say no to her, OK?

- You were in love with her.

- When Bridget died,
I arranged to buy

her last Cézanne from Henry.

I even gave him a down payment.

I was getting the rest
of the money when,

all of a sudden, Henry tells me

that the sale's cancelled.

He has to destroy the painting.

Bridget's work is all
that's left of her.

And when I saw what he
did to it, I just...

- You killed him?

- Yes.

- You want to call
Matsuda, or should I?

- What did I say?

Don't ever fall in love.

Or at the very least, don't
fall in love with Carson.

- Noted.

After Henry Carson and
Bridget successfully

pulled off their
scheme with you,

they passed off
even more Cézannes.

- So the real "Orchard"?

- It was destroyed years ago.

But with the forgery
scheme exposed,

I can extract a refund
from Henry's estate.

You can put that cash
to a real Cézanne.

- You don't want
a Cézanne anymore?

I don't.

Learning the truth about my
ex has helped me move on,

helped me let go.

In fact, you two
should have this.

This story belongs to you now.

- ♪ The devil's in the
basement in my home ♪

- You were right.

I wasn't being real with you,
which is stupid because we

always got along because
we weren't afraid

to be honest with each other.

- I know.

I told you I was queer before
anyone else in the family.

- We need to be ourselves again.

- I'm mad, Marisa.

Without warning, just
poof, you just left us.

- I left my marriage.

I didn't leave you.

I love Alec.

I will always love Alec.

But that's not the same
as being married to him.

I need to find out
who I am without him.

- Yeah, OK.

I get that.

- We were family.

You were the closest
thing I had to a sister.

And then, you just
stopped talking to me.

I missed this.

I missed you.

- Oh, I've missed you so much.

- ♪ Until I'm honest ♪

♪ Will I ever breathe again? ♪

♪ Again ♪

- I'd say our date
yielded a lot of data,

how well we work as the team,

how much you like
playing bad cop.

- What a fan of brie you are.

- And I can say
without ambiguity,

that you're not a
collection of fake personas.

There's someone real in there.

And I would very much
like to see her again.

Another client emergency.

I'm off to Paris.

Mm.

You keep the painting.

For now.

But when I get back, we
should do this again.

- ♪ Hold my breath
in until I'm honest ♪

♪ Will I ever breathe again? ♪

♪ Will I ever breathe again? ♪

- Bye.
- Bye.

- ♪ Will I ever
breathe again? ♪