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- Shh.

Hey, you!

Stop! I'm calling the cops!

Hey! Stop right there!

Stop!

Baby, are you all right?

Call 911!

We got some mail.

What is all this?

What is all this?

This is Parker, doing her rope repelling practices,

and Breanna's crashed, like, three drones into this wood.

This is the original 150-year-old wall.

You gotta use the good stuff.

Get Benjamin Moore, take an hour sanding it down.

Does anybody care about this but me?

No.

Well, your fine aesthetic sense is always intriguing.

Yeah.

Most of these are made out to the wrong address.

All the mail's forwarded here from, like,

two dozen addresses across the country, so.

Different aliases too?

D. Tennant, Tom Baker, Ms. River Song...

That's all Hardison.

Alice White...

That's Parker.

Teddy Bear?

Oh. Teddy Bear.

Stop. Don't.

Teddy bear. - Both of you.

Oh, I've got one here for Ms. Sophie Devereaux

from all the way from across the Pond.

Stop it.

- I need to give you some dialect lessons. - I'll take 'em.

The Old Clarke Royale Theater.

How long can you hold your breath for?

Mm, 12 seconds.

That's it?

I have really small lungs.

I'll be in the tank with you then.

What's it say?

They're offering me the position of artistic director.

How did that come about?

Well, I used to run a theater back in Portland,

and one of my students is on the board

and wants me to come and run the theater.

Crazy. Not really.

Uh, it's always been a dream.

To run a theater back home.

A theater company in London?

What happened to righting the wrongs of the bad guys?

Well, the team functioned fine without me for nine years,

and now they have you and our Mr. Wilson.

Oh, this-this is exactly the right time for me to transition

into the next act of my life.

Becky.

Daddy, I need your help.

How did you find me here?

Well, you remember that thing that you thought

that you snuck onto my phone to always track where I am?

It works both ways.

Oh. I see.

Well, I am sorry. I wasn't trying to invade your privacy.

- I just was, um... - Being a dad.

- Yeah, I know. - Yeah.

It's okay.

It's Mom and Ethan that I'm worried about.

Someone is trying to hurt our family.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, I think they're coming after Ethan.

Somebody's been following our cars and watching our house,

and last night I was grabbed right outside of our house.

What? Grabbed? Why didn't you call me last night?

- Are you all right? - Dad, I'm fine.

You called the police? What did they say?

I don't know.

Ethan says that it's no big deal and that he's gonna handle everything.

Well, your stepdad's a good man.

I trust his judgment.

But I don't think that he's taking this seriously.

I mean, he can be really naive sometimes,

but he never did business with really bad people like...

Like I did?

I get it.

Dad, you told me that you were changing your life.

And you're helping people now.

Help Mom.

Help me.

Absolutely not.

An oil company CEO? Seriously?

What, was the Monopoly man busy?

Don't judge a book by its cover.

He may be an oil company CEO, but Ethan is one of the good guys.

All right, he was brought in personally as CEO

to help lead the massive cleanup effort

for GulfPetrol's latest oil spill.

And it was a spill that would have been catastrophic if Ethan hadn't stopped it.

And he did such a damn good job with it,

the press started calling him the "Hero of the Bayou."

After the spill, Ethan pivoted the company,

doubled down on green energy technology expansion,

worried the hell out of his competitors, they started to harass him,

- and the latest attack ended like this.

Ethan Bradford, though.

I mean, he doesn't exactly fit the profile of our usual client, does he?

I mean, look at that side part.

That is such a "I'm a bad guy" side part.

It shouldn't matter what he does for work. He's good people.

Okay, next you're gonna tell me he donates a lot to charity.

He does donate a lot to charity.

All right, well, this dude's got enough money.

- He could hire his own private security. - Mm-hmm.

Well, sometimes Ethan has a tendency

to look at the world through rose-colored glasses.

He may not be taking this seriously enough.

And you know this how? The charity? His personality?

How do you know what Ethan's like?

Ethan is married to my ex-wife.

- Okay, you should have led with that. - What?

Okay, look. Listen, I'm telling you everything.

My daughter lives with them,

and the guy that crashed that car grabbed her last night.

This isn't corporate sabotage. This is over the line.

I'm asking you all for help.

Yeah, I get it, but this is still, like, a big no for me.

So you can consider me officially on strike.

Effective immediately.

I didn't...

Well, I didn't even know we could go on strike.

It doesn't come up a lot.

The rest of us are in.

Thank you. Where do we start?

All right, well, we need to figure out who the guy was

who was spying at the house and find out who he works for.

After the accident, they took him to the hospital.

Police wouldn't say which one.

All right, well, I can find that out

and possibly get us past the police detail.

Yeah, you do that. I'll call the U.S. Marshal I know.

- We are cool and we are tight. - No, that's...

I was gonna call Maria. I was gonna call her.

Wow, what a coincidence.

It must be getting pretty serious for you two.

- What? No. - Mm-hmm.

I just think that she can help us.

I don't know why you guys are asking me so many questions.

Man, keep doing the briefing.

Okay, you and Parker go after the attacker.

You and I can try and hack Ethan's security system,

see if we can figure out who's been snooping around the house.

We're in a labor dispute with our hacker, remember?

We got those binders that Hardison left for Breanna.

We can figure this out. How hard could it be?

I'm gonna go grab 'em.

Binders?

Seriously, with the Teddy Bear?

I knew it would make you grumpy. You're very cute when you're grumpy.

You got a name for the guy in the car accident?

Well, the accused assailant didn't have any identification on him,

and he's been refusing to talk to the police.

But he's awake and talking, right?

Awake, yes. Talking, no.

They're here to see the prisoner.

I just need you to fill this out.

Hey.

Thank you for this.

So you're not gonna tell me why you wanna talk to him?

It's a thing we're doing for work.

I just have to ask him some things.

Always some mysterious thing.

One of these days, I'm gonna get you to tell me who you work for.

See you later, Teddy Bear.

- No, no!

Well, how hard can it be, hacking?

We have a literal instruction manual.

Ah. "To execute a brute force credential hack."

Okay...

"First, identify a suitable field-programmable gate-array."

Okay. "Utilize the command line."

I think I got this.

Control, Option T and M.

- Stupid little lawyer man. - Um...

Breanna!

I did something wrong.

We got it. Take a break.

Hey!

They were trying to kill me!

It's all right, they're gone.

Who are you people?

Well, right now, bub, we're the only people that are trying to keep you alive.

Who are you? Who do you work for?

He works for me.

Grandpa!

Hey, buddy. Hey.

Though I've asked him not to, over and over again.

Mr. Vanton says it's you who saved him, and we can use any help we could get.

So... my name is James Lowe.

I'm leading the lawsuit against GulfPetrol's oil spill.

It's pro bono work, and we don't have any money for investigators.

Mr. Vanton back there keeps trying to help,

despite me asking him to stay clear.

Why does he want to help you so bad?

Sarah is 10 years old and was recently diagnosed with leukemia.

She's his granddaughter, and that boy is her brother.

Mr. Vanton loves those kids more than anything in the world.

Doctors say the most likely cause is long-term benzene exposure.

Benzene. That's in crude oil.

Mm-hmm.

Three years ago, GulfPetrol's oil platform Hyperion

was damaged in a hurricane,

hurricane caused a mudslide,

which led to casing leaks in several of the wells.

But I thought Ethan was brought in to fix those leaks.

Ethan was brought in to fix the PR disaster.

His job was to smile for the camera, wipe down some pelicans,

and wait for the whole thing to blow over.

And it worked.

GP pulled up its cleanup efforts, and the media moved on to another story,

but the oil never stopped coming because Hyperion is still leaking.

It's an old well.

They figured just pumping a leaky reservoir dry and moving on

was way more cost-effective than patching it up.

Why does GP want to kill him?

I'm representing Sarah's family in a lawsuit for $10 million

for medical expenses, and GP denies the oil is theirs,

says it came from some other platform, but we know they're lying.

There are no other leaks in the vicinity.

Grandpa in there, he's helping you find the proof.

Yeah, see, our trial begins in three days,

but we don't have the smoking evidence we need,

that evidence that proves the leak is theirs beyond a shadow of a doubt,

and if we win this case, it could be a blueprint for a class-action lawsuit.

But it's not about one case, is it?

It's about hundreds of cases that will follow suit

if he wins this thing.

And if we lose, GP escapes liability forever.

What the hell is going on?

We tried our hand at hacking.

- You blew up headquarters? - Mm.

Everything is booting back up now.

Oh, you're no longer on strike?

Hell no, now that we know that oil dude is the bad guy after all.

So you know?

Yeah, the ear buds were the only things that didn't stop working.

Screens coming back up now.

I still can't believe it.

Better start believing it.

I did some research on my own.

The car in that accident didn't just randomly crash outside of Ethan's house.

The brake lines were sabotaged earlier in the day.

These guys are not playing around, not with big money like this involved.

So how do we prove that the oil rig is still leaking?

Every bit of data on the oil rig will be in the hands of the legal team

that's representing GulfPetrol.

Yeah, but GP's never gonna let that information outside of their offices.

Which is why the firm of Mitchell, Nathan and Cupp

just booked out the largest conference room at GulfPetrol offices.

I need to look Ethan in the eye.

I need to find out how much he knows.

Fine. And you need to get me access to that conference room at GulfPetrol.

If we're really gonna help the victims of this oil spill,

we have a lot of work to do.

- I'm sorry, hon. I gotta take this.

All right. Hey.

Grace?

Oh, Harry, how wonderful to see you.

- I didn't know you kept your membership. - Oh, you know.

- Sit. - Yeah?

Ethan just stepped away.

So, how's it all going?

Great. We're in New York next week.

Ethan's doing The Today Show.

Hey, Becky mentioned to me that you guys had some kind of incident at the house?

It was nothing.

Just the price of fame, I guess.

Oh, come on, Grace. It's me. It's Harry.

You can tell me anything. What happened?

Whoa. Harry Wilson.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

Hey, y'all, can I get you another round?

- Yes, thanks. Fix one for Mr. Wilson too. - Oh, okay.

Uh, are you sure? I don't... I'm not interrupting?

Not at all.

Okay.

Another round for table six.

So, hey, I heard through a couple legal circles

you're facing a pretty big lawsuit.

10-year-old girl.

Ethan, you didn't tell me?

I knew it'd upset you. It's, um...

It's absolutely tragic. This poor little girl's battling cancer.

And they're desperate for money to take care of her.

Mm.

They're suing the wrong company. We have nothing to do with it.

Ah, that poor family.

And I wanted to just write her a check to help her, but legal tells me I can't.

Mm.

What's taking so long with this elevator access key?

Ethan uses his smartphone as a key for everything, so I expected encryption.

This is like military level stuff. Parker, stall.

What did I do with my phone, guys?

Running out of time.

-[Parker, Southern accent] Okay.

- Now, only a beer. Uh-huh. For you. - Thank you.

- One for you. Thanks.

Oh, and you. Ooh. Nope, I'm gonna have to card you.

You need to card him?

Oh, yeah, look at that glowing skin, clear eyes, lush hair.

He's like a haunted baby doll, like an adult version,

you know, like a hollow shell kept eternally youthful

from the captured screams of his victims.

- Whoa!

Got it. Parker, we got it. Drop the phone.

Oh, look, he's human.

- Much older than I thought, though.

Uh... thank you?

I cannot find the damn phone.

- Ah. - Eh.

Ah, maybe that's the last round for you.

No, no, I checked this pocket.

Okay, let's get that evidence.

One, two, three, four, five...

Can I help you?

Ah, no, you just carry on. Don't mind us.

I think you misunderstood.

Who are you?

Darby Shaw, Efficiency Expert.

This is my colleague, Grenda Mays.

Your managing partner sent us.

He didn't tell me anything about this.

Hmm. Well, that doesn't bode well for you, now does it?

What are you doing here, Ms. Shaw?

Well, as you know, this is an enormous case

that's very, very expensive.

And you're managing partner wants to know which of you

is worth keeping on and which of you might be...

...redundant.

Ah, a hatchet man.

Well, why don't you just crawl back to wherever you came from.

Chandis Peterson, correct? Lead Counsel?

Yes.

Competitive personality.

What... What is she writing?

Egregious misuse of company time asking inane questions.

Now, stop that!

Megalomaniacal tendencies.

Get back to work!

This looks like a personal computer.

Oh.

That box is not labeled.

Not labeled.

I mean, you know, Harry, I've always wanted to thank you

for being so gracious about Grace and me.

I mean, usually there's so much resentment and rancor.

Yeah.

I believe in being civil.

Indeed. It probably doesn't hurt that because of me

you don't have to pay alimony or child support either.

Ethan, you're terrible!

- Ooh! All right. All right.

Okay.

- Ah. Cheers.

Mm. I'm gonna get outta here.

Before I go, though, real quick...

Are you sure that those spills aren't coming from your well?

Look, I didn't get to be me by not paying attention to details.

Right?

It's not from our wells, Harry.

You can take that to the bank.

Great to see you both.

I just left Ethan.

Sophie, Breanna, how's it coming? Did you find the documents?

- Ms. Shaw. - Who organized this box?

Huh. Excellent work.

Oh, yes, this is more like it.

Meticulous, methodical, very thorough.

Those numbers are faker than an Elvis sighting.

I ran a few parametric comparisons. The data's definitely tampered with.

Mm, and we have no case if we can't get the raw data.

Well, if those are the doctored numbers,

then where do you think they're keeping the original data?

Could be anywhere.

Well, there's only one place we know for sure we can get the raw data.

That's at the source.

The oil rig?

Wait, you wanna steal data on the oil spill from a working platform?

Why not? I mean, I'll find it, Eliot'll keep us safe,

and Breanna can hack into the computers and copy the unfiltered data.

We bring the data back to you and Harry, you present it in court.

Mr. Wilson, you're awfully quiet.

He lied to me. He lied right to my face.

The man who's entrusted with the security of my family

is not what he pretends to be.

This is your case, Harry. You brought it to us.

What do you wanna do?

Let's take him down.

Okay, let's hear it.

All right, we know that the evidence that we need

can only be found on the Hyperion oil rig.

So Parker, Breanna, and I, we're going onboard.

We're gonna find the data, the unmodified data that will prove

there's still a leak, and we physically will bring it back here.

Can't you just email it to us?

What? No, the platform has very strict fire safety measures.

They banned all employee electronics.

There's no laptops, no extenders, no phones.

That's a handy policy, especially if you're trying

to hide sensitive information and data.

Once we're on the rig, we're on our own.

Yeah, all right. Well, Hyperion, it is a semi-submersible oil platform

about 120 miles off the Louisiana coast.

- Now this...

That's the control room.

This is the nerve center

operational systems, pumping systems, cameras,

it's all in there.

But the data we need is actually collected here on the drill floor.

It's gonna be hard to access, though,

because of the amount of people who work there.

The plan is simple.

Next!

With less people around on this shift,

Parker, with her cover identity as a medic,

will intercept the incoming shift and send them to the infirmary.

Disguised as a roughneck...

I'll take their place on the drill floor.

All aspects of the ship are monitored from the control room.

Parker will give us cover by distracting the only one control room tech on duty.

Breanna will find the computer interface

and hack into the primary data collection systems.

While I stand watch, busting heads as required.

Why would you be covered in oil?

We're on an oil rig, man.

Oil happens.

If oil happens, we wouldn't be so reliant

on foreign despots for our energy needs.

Ooh! That was a nice one! Up high!

- Stop. Stop. - Ow.

Sorry.

Breanna gets the data, we fake an illness,

we're on the first helicopter out of there,

we're back in time to win the case for Sarah.

Mission accomplished.

Are you mad at me because I made an oil funny?

Are his eyebrows twitching? They twitch when he gets mad.

A little bit.

Okay, so the trial begins tomorrow.

It's probably gonna last two weeks.

We need to get that data to Lowe before Ethan testifies,

and then the case is ours, right, Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson?

I thought I might find you here.

I started this to help somebody,

and now I'm trying to destroy them.

And if I'm successful, I'm gonna end up hurting

the very people I love most in this world.

Well, don't you think your ex and your daughter

deserve to know the kind of man that Ethan is?

I don't know.

I suppose.

You know, when I lost Grace, I reconciled myself to the fact

that I lost her to a better man.

A decent man.

Maybe I didn't deserve her.

And now you're considering that she may have left you

for someone who doesn't deserve her either.

I don't know. Maybe.

Is that it?

Have you been seeking redemption for Grace and Becky?

All those things that I did, all those people that I enabled,

I never broke the law, not once.

That's how I justify it.

I mean, if you can't use the law as a guideline

to show you what's morally right and wrong,

then what do you have?

Mr. Wilson, I think you need to recalibrate

your entire thinking about morality.

Life isn't always as clear-cut as we'd like.

Life's complicated.

How did you recalibrate your thinking about morality?

Well, there is honor amongst thieves.

I started there.

You know, helicopters aren't half as bad as I thought.

That was only your first time on a helicopter?

Normal people do not ride helicopters.

Oh, that's sad.

Do you really think Sophie was serious about leaving the team for that theater?

I don't know.

I think working for us has been good, but she's gotta find out who she is.

I got it.

Maria.

I just read a review of a restaurant famous for its chili

that might even rival yours.

Ah, nobody beats my chili.

What do you say we meet up tomorrow and find out?

I'm on a little bit of a business trip right now.

What is that sound? Where are you?

Uh... it's a blender.

I'm having a quick smoothie.

Uh, it's okay, really. It's what I signed up for.

I'm a Marshal, and you have a shadowy side job

that I know better than to ask you about.

We've all got our secrets.

Maria.

We'll talk when you get back.

Name.

Armus Vagra.

Well, Armus, no phones on the rig. You wanna blow us all up?

Right. Sorry.

Grace!

Jesus, Harry! You scared me!

Twice in one week? You stalking me?

I'm sorry. I just really needed to talk to you.

Do you have a minute?

All right, the control room is at the end of the corridor.

I'm gonna go establish myself with the tech crew.

- All right. - All right.

I'll get to medical and get set up.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Huh? Yeah, always.

- It's about Maria. - Oh.

Oh! You wanna talk to me about relationships?

What the hell? I mean, I've always admired you and Hardison's relationship, so yeah.

Really? Oh, neat. What do you wanna know?

How do I... What do I...

I don't wanna lie to her.

It doesn't feel right.

Yes, I have found that, in general, lying to your partner is not good.

Well, I can't tell her the truth.

- No. - Huh.

"Sorry I missed your birthday party

because I was off fighting some Russian thugs

and my friends were out stealing priceless artifacts,

but it was for a good cause."

I think the reason Hardison and I work so well

is because he's the first person who saw me.

I mean, he really knew me.

You have to let her know you.

Some of the things I've done...

- If she really cares about you... - I know, it shouldn't matter.

Oh, it'll matter, but...

Being with someone, like, that person is a person. Hmm?

What?

They're gonna have their own ideas and opinions about stuff.

So what you do does matter, but it just can't matter more.

And what if it does?

What if she doesn't want any part of it?

Or me?

Then I will hang her off the edge of a building until she smartens up.

Ms. Shaw. I'm afraid they've wasted your time.

I don't understand.

Since the plaintiffs have failed to present evidence

linking GP to the spill, we're able to show a lack of jurisdiction oversight.

Good for you. What does it mean?

It means we're meeting with the judge in an hour

to have this entire case thrown out.

This will all be over by the end of the day.

Grace, you are a genuine, beautiful, caring person.

And you deserve the very best that the world has to offer.

Thank you, Harry.

- I'm glad you feel that way.

This is hard for me to tell you what I have to tell you.

But you have a right to know. In fact, I think you deserve to know.

Okay, I see. Harry, let's not do this.

I love my husband.

No. No. It's not that. Um...

It is about Ethan.

What about Ethan?

Sorry.

Hello.

They're about to dismiss the trial.

Today.

Grace, where is Ethan?

He said he had a last-second thing at the courthouse. Why?

I'll be right there. I'm on my way.

I'm so sorry, I have to go.

Okay, so I traced the wiring to that unit over there.

That's their main collection unit for the spill data.

Once the room is cleared, I can hack that.

Armus Vagra, to the control room, right away!

Armus Vagra, to the control room, right away!

What's up?

You got a personal call on our satellite phone.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

- We don't do personal calls. - Right. Sorry.

Hello.

Glad I was able to reach you.

It's Sophie.

Sophie, sweetheart.

There's a lot of people in this room.

It's hard to hear you.

Okay, Armus, sweetie. The baby's coming early.

- The baby? - The baby?

Yeah! Oh, Armus, sweetie!

The baby's coming today

at the hospital next to the courthouse at 3:00!

We can't wait for tonight. We gotta get the data on that oil spill right now.

Four times as many people on this shift,

we're gonna have to find a way to clear them all out.

And figure out how to get the data to the mainland

with no phones and no laptops.

There's about 12 guys downstairs right now.

None of them are probably professional fighters,

so I should be able to take them out.

You're gonna fight 12 guys?

And after Breanna hacks the data?

Satellite phone. There's a satellite phone in the control room.

I can figure out how to rig that up like a old-school dial-up modem.

Ha. Looks like you're gonna punch a bunch of people covered in oil after all.

- Yep.

Armus!

I got to thinking about your little phone call earlier.

And something didn't seem quite right.

I've got some people who'd like to speak to you.

We need to delay. There's gotta be a legal maneuver we can use to delay.

Yeah, not without some proof of intention, malfeasance.

When the judge gets here, this is over.

Let me go see if I can buy us a little more time.

Surprise!

Baby shower?

I couldn't help but overhear, new dad.

On this rig, we're family.

Thank you. This is not... This is not necessary.

I gotta... I'm gonna go... I'm gonna get back to...

- Stay. - But I was...

Stay. Come on, I'll get you a beer.

All right, that's, uh... Hi.

High five. All right.

Looks like I'm gonna be here for a while, okay?

But that means the drill floor is open. Go retrieve the data.

You gotta make sure everyone stays here.

Okay, right.

Come on, man, let's get you a beer.

Oh.

What's going on?

They're all off to the baby shower.

The baby shower? Oh.

Oh, baby shower.

- Yeah. - Why aren't you going?

Oh, I can't. Somebody's gotta be here at all times.

Ah, such a shame, especially after your double shift.

What are you talking about? I just got here.

Really? You look exhausted.

Dark circles under your eyes, pale skin.

I need to give you an examination.

What the hell are you doing here?

I just have one final point to cover before I submit my report.

In a couple minutes, we'll get summary judgment,

and you can report that the money from my team was well spent.

- We just saved GP $10 million. - Hmm.

Well, that would be a splendid report to submit.

Would be?

And the submission of fact to the court is complete?

There's nothing else that you want to include?

You're sure?

We have covered every pertinent fact, every precedent.

This is a slam dunk.

Uh-huh.

Of course it is.

Go through everything one more time.

See if we forgot anything, missed something important.

Tell the judge we're gonna need another 10 minutes.

Ah!

Oh, this is very bad. You have a very high fever.

Now, this could be two things.

That piece of paper in your mouth, if it turns yellow,

don't worry, it's just a minor flu, but if it turns red...

What is it?

Waxamaxawaxin Virus! It's the most contagious one!

You're gonna have to isolate in the infirmary.

Look, put this mask on. Do not open your mouth, all right?

Not until I get your fever down and I vaccinate you.

- But I can't leave the control... - I said don't open your mouth!

Do you wanna kill me?!

Listen, don't speak to anyone.

I will find someone to come here and take your place, all right?

Now, go, go!

Uh, I got it.

Now we have to rewire this whole place so we can send it back.

Did I miss anything?

The judge is just coming out now.

All rise. There will be order in the court.

The Honorable Judge Lundary presiding.

Please be seated.

Before we get started, Ms. Peterson has a rather hefty motion to dismiss.

It's very simple, Your Honor.

The plaintiff has failed to show a causal link

between their injuries and this alleged oil leak.

Therefore, this can only be an environmental case,

and that means this court lacks jurisdiction.

Well, Mr. Lowe, your response?

Your Honor, I-I don't have anything to add. Um...

Your Honor, if you'll forgive me.

Harry? What are you...

I just recently joined the legal team.

I would like to respond, with your permission.

I'll allow.

Ms. Peterson is absolutely correct.

This court has no jurisdiction over an environmental case.

Well, that saves us all a lot of time.

However, this is not an environmental law case.

This is a toxic tort case.

And as such, causation is a matter of fact for you to determine.

You can't just treat them interchangeably.

Well, the court did in, uh, Cohen versus Ayers,

1998 case out of the Southern District of Texas,

but I'm gonna guess that that case is not in the phone book

that Ms. Peterson and her team just dumped on your bench.

The defendant's motion to dismiss is denied.

Mr. Wilson, call your first witness.

All right, that should do it. Try sending the data now.

There's no point.

What do you mean?

These numbers match exactly what we found at GulfPetrol.

So there's no actual leak?

No, I'm saying they're cooking the numbers at the source.

The machine I hacked to get this alters that data as it comes in.

So we can't get the raw data?

Not in time.

Thank you.

- All right, so how'd you meet the missus? - Ooh.

- Huh? Was it romantic?

- It's a long story.

I don't know how much longer Eliot can hold it together in there.

He's not exactly a party person.

Wait, didn't Eliot say they have cameras

monitoring every aspect of the rig's activities?

Go.

Ethan, Ethan.

Harry.

Now, you told me that you wanted to give Sarah some money

for her cancer treatments, but that your lawyers told you that you could not.

Is that true?

What is all this about, Harry?

Is this about me and Grace? Is this your revenge?

Unresponsive.

Your Honor, would you please instruct the witness

to answer the question?

No, that's all right. No need. I'll answer it.

Yes, it's true.

Our lawyers said it could be interpreted as admitting guilt.

Which we have none.

Sophie, we got the uplink working.

Mm-hmm. Sending through now.

Oh, Your Honor, I apologize. I should have shut this off.

I just have one very simple question for you.

Shoot.

Why did you lie about fixing the leak on the Hyperion?

Objection! Speculation.

Sustained.

Your Honor, I have the evidence right here.

This is a live video feed taken from the Hyperion oil rig.

These are the cameras that are monitoring

the oil that is currently flowing out of their busted pipe.

Where the hell did you get that?

Objection! We don't know where that video comes from.

This was not disclosed to us.

Oh, this is a live video feed, Your Honor, coming from the GulfPetrol website.

Oh, no, that is impossible.

Hacking into a website is so much easier than hacking their servers.

Mr. Bradford, your own company is representing that this

is taken directly from the Hyperion, proving that the rig is still leaking!

There is no way you could have gotten that video!

- I object! - You said, "I know every detail."

Clearly, someone did something to that website.

So why would you lie about fixing that leak?

The video was illegally acquired!

- Oh, was it? - Shut up, Ethan.

They would have had to break into the oil rig itself to get this feed.

Oh, so you are admitting that this is the actual feed from the Hyperion?

- Which makes this stolen property! Order!

Shut up, Ethan!

- Order! Order!

Mr. Wilson. This evidence is not admissible.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Until it can be independently verified.

And video like this demands investigation.

I will refer this matter to the Department of Justice

to fully examine the Hyperion oil rig.

At such time as they do complete said investigation,

this hearing will continue.

- Mr. Bradford. - Hmm?

You are excused for now.

Ooh.

But what does this mean?

It means that GulfPetrol won't be able to hide their activities anymore.

It means that with all the evidence out there,

there's gonna be more than enough for Sarah

and probably for a class-action lawsuit for all the other victims.

Thanks so much, both of you.

Excuse me one second.

Grace.

Hey. I'm sorry about what happened in there with Ethan.

I wish that had gone another way.

Is this what you were trying to tell me earlier?

I just want you to know that I'm here for you and Becky,

anything you need.

If you need a place to stay...

Why would we need a place to stay?

I'm not leaving him.

He poisoned people.

Children.

He didn't poison anybody. He was just doing his job.

I know Ethan isn't perfect,

but he did what he did to provide for his family.

To provide for me.

I can't believe you're standing by him after...

Oh, grow up, Harry.

What did you think was gonna happen?

I was gonna leave him and come running back to you?

That's not fair.

Ethan takes care of me. He's there for me.

More than you ever were.

I made a lot of mistakes.

We're done here.

Hey. Where's Harry? All his stuff is gone.

He cleaned out his room.

I'm afraid things didn't work out for Mr. Wilson as he'd hoped.

Yeah, he seemed pretty broken up. You think he's coming back?

I think we should just give him some time.

But hey, let's look on the positive side.

You may not have gotten your oil fight, Eliot,

but yesterday was a pretty good day.

- Yeah, very exciting. So rewarding. - Mm-hmm.

So much better than running...

a crummy old theater in London, eh?

Oh, Parker.

You're not really thinking about leaving too, are you?

You guys, I...

You always knew that this was gonna be my last tour.

I-I'm just not the same person I used to be.

I need to go and figure out who the person is that I'm gonna be.

You have to see this.

Marine firefighting units are still struggling to contain the blaze

after a massive explosion at the Hyperion oil rig.

Several people have been identified who have lost their lives,

and at least a dozen other workers are injured.

The Coast Guard is maintaining a mile standoff zone in order to...

They blew up their own oil rig to cover their tracks.

GulfPetrol officials have laid the blame

on ecoterrorists for the bombing.

The state's environmental officer is reviewing satellite imagery

and reports from the site in order to estimate the damage

this tragedy may have caused to the nearby Louisiana coastline.

And they hired somebody to do this for 'em.

They didn't want their fingerprints on this.

But who?

I have a unique set of skills and inside knowledge

that I think your company will find very useful.

I think if you give me a chance to prove myself, I'll prove invaluable.

To say I'm surprised to see you here would be an understatement.

What made you decide you wanted to come and work with us at R.I.Z., Mr. Wilson?

Well, let's just say that I've decided to recalibrate

my entire way of thinking about morality.