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Choke me a little.

I like it.

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Weecha, if Mierce is able
to read me,

are you able to read her?

I don't.
You don't or can't?

Looking for
Elizabeth's killer...

This compulsion is...

I don't blame
her for leaving.

Mierce didn't leave
because of what you are doing.

She left because
what you are doing

has revealed you to be
a different man

from the one you were
with her in her home

in the mountain.

When this is done
and I'm that man again,

will your sister
take me back?

Is that man still
in there somewhere?

That'll be Harold.

I thought you had a case.

I do, and a funeral.

Once I give you one,
I'm going to the other.

I'm sorry. Your friend --
were the two of you close?

We were.

We worked together
quite often over the years.

He was a good man.

Speaking of
the dearly departed,

Ambassador Warren
was found dead

after shaking the sheets
with someone

other than his
better half.

His obit says he was
a beloved family man

who was murdered
in his home.

High gloss to
cover a low truth.

This says MPD
has no leads.

That's because they're not
intimately acquainted

with Fredrica Carrellas,

madam to the affluent
and influential.

And you are?
Naturally.

She has information,
secrets, large and small.

And the ambassador
was her client?

Until recently.

Apparently, he informed her

that he was
closing his account

and availing himself
of new pleasures.

How is that relevant
to his death?

Well, he was
availing himself

on or around the time
that he expired.

This new service,
you have its name?

Aram: Nothing came up
under the name Genuine Models,

offline or on.

I guess
the rich and powerful

don't scratch
this type of itch

from the back pages
of alternative weeklies

or trackable
search engines.

I'm sorry, but is this
something we're actually

going to investigate?

Reddington
wanting us to protect
the interests of a madam

that he consorts with?

We'll look into it.

If it turns out to be
a Reddington goose chase,

we'll pass it off
to Metro PD.

Let's bring
Madame Carrellas in
and look under the hood

of the ambassador's
murder.

As for Genuine Models,
keep digging.

I'm not good.
I am great.

Sorry to say,
but that's a fact.

One which I sincerely hope
you're about to demonstrate.

Bartender spikes your drink,
you go sideways, wake up,

and are framed for killing
your wife's lover.

Work upstream
to the bartender,
he gets whacked.

Woman friend of said
bartender goes AWOL.

All leads DOA until...

They are not.

You found the friend?
I did.

Now, let's hold off
on the applause

and make sure
that we get to her

before the pathologically
persistent Detective Heber.

Where exactly is she?

In a dive bar in Atlanta's
Old Fourth Ward.

Her ex-girlfriend
owns the joint.

She used to tend bar there
until they broke up

and she moved up to DC.

I hesitate to bring another
innocent person
into this mess.

This woman
was already at risk.

She could be the piece
of the puzzle

that gets you off the hook
for Doug Koster's killing.

What was so urgent
I needed to be pulled

from my Pilates session?

As you know, being limber
is a job requirement.

I didn't, actually, but, uh,
now that you mention it,

I can imagine--
Yes, I'm sure you can.

Ambassador Warren.

Dan was a good friend.
And a client.

He was a client
and a good friend.

I introduced him
to his wife.

Hmm, well, I'm sure
she's eternally grateful.

Not all relationships
are as conventional

as you might assume, Agent...

Ressler.

Well, Agent Ressler.

You can pin me down anytime.

We're looking into
the connection

between the ambassador's death
and an escort service

called Genuine Models.

We need to know anything
that you can share about them.

None of my girls have been
headhunted by Genuine.

Which is odd, and I can't
trace a single contact,

not a name, address,
nothing about Genuine Models.

Whoever's behind it
is deep underground.

These men.

These awful, terrible men,

sucking everything
around them dry.

They use, and they abuse,

acting like the world
is their personal playground.

Don't be sad, dear one.

These men, they might be used
to getting what they want.

But now, thanks to us,

they're finally going to get
what they deserve.

Fredrica: Usually when these
new escort services pop up,

some of my girls
leave to work for them.

Then a few months later,
they come running back

because nobody treats them
better than Mama Carrellas.

You think Genuine Models is
offering something

standard escort services
do not?

I don't know.

But a second client
just told me he's moving on.

I worry it's to
Genuine Models

since he was originally
introduced to me

by the ambassador.

What's his name?

We can't ensure your
client's not in danger

unless we know who he is.

Congressman Spate.

Matt Spate.

Listen, you just
give me a call

when you're ready for a proper
insurance policy for you

and that bungee-jumping
wife of yours.

Steve Homan,
rhymes with showman.

Will do, Steve.

You know, in my line of work
as a divorce attorney,

what you call insurance,
we call a prenup.

Fancy seeing
you here.

Steve Homan, is it?

Cassandra!

Looking lovely as ever.

Oh, you're not
so bad yourself, Raymond.

Mm. Cassandra,
this is Weecha Xiu.

Weecha, an old friend,
Cassandra Bianchi.

Uh, well, hopefully not
that old.

It's so sad
about Barney.

He was such a good man.

With the rarest
of qualities...

Complete,
unfettered honesty.

There was no guile
about Barney.

And in our business,
that can be a problem.

And what business
is that?

Um, I take things
that aren't mine.

Some years back, I persuaded
Mr. Homan the Showman

to rob a Middle Eastern
arms dealer with me.

Among the items we boosted
was this invaluable necklace

the arms dealer
was going to give his wife

for her birthday.

The only person
in the world

we trusted to fence
it was Barney.

But before he could
find a buyer,

the item was stolen
from the safe

at Barney's
collectibles store.

It was never found.

Was it a ruby necklace?

Yes, the largest ruby
ever unearthed in Myanmar.

How could you possibly
know that?

Because I'm looking
right at it.

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I'm sorry, I don't think
that we've met.

I'm Matilda.
I'm Barney's wife... widow.

I hate saying that.

I'm Steven Homan,
an old friend
of your husband's.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Barney was a dear man.

Lillian Alexander.

We both adored
Barney so much.

How did you know
my sweet Barney?

Collectibles.

Acquiring, trading,
selling valuable items.

It's a tricky business,

and your husband
was a prince among thieves.

Matilda, I can't help
but ask about your necklace.

It's possibly the most
stunning piece of jewelry

I've ever seen.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, this is
my most valued possession.

It was a gift from Barney
for our anniversary.

I love that I can carry
this piece of him
over my heart.

Oh, I'm sorry, um,
will you excuse me?

Apparently Barney used me
to do his dirty work for him.

What do you mean?

Barney told me it was
Peter Finchy

who stole the necklace.

Barney's
business partner?

He went missing
around that time, no?

After the necklace
was stolen,

Barney told me
he discovered some

secret storage locker
that Peter had been hiding

from him for years,
a locker that contained

several of the items
that had been taken

when the store was robbed.

And Peter Finchy
didn't just disappear.

I banished him
to Nunavut.

So Peter didn't
betray Barney.

It was the other
way around.

And with Peter Finchy
out of the picture,

Barney had the business
and all the spoils.

Including our necklace.

I need a stiffer drink.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and guess

we arrived a little too late.

I don't know where
the Incredible Hulk's

been hanging out,
but you guys might want

to check his alibi.

Whoever strangled
the congressman did so

with unusual force.

With all that force, it's got
to leave some DNA behind.

You'd think so, but so far,
I haven't been able

to collect any sweat
or skin cells from his neck.

Look at this.

The handprint and bruising
patterns are
strangely uniform.

You'd expect it to be more
haphazard with the struggle.

Maybe he didn't
have time to fight.

Doesn't seem to be any
surveillance on the property.

That's not gonna help us
find the killer.

Maybe this will.

Well, if we can get
a DNA hit off that hair,

we'll find our murderer.

I know you're having
second thoughts.

Of course you are.

You have empathy,
you're a good person.

It's one of the many reasons
that I love you.

But I promise,
even if it feels wrong now,

we're doing the right thing.

You believe
in me, right?

In us.

I will always
believe in you.

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Ms. Grant.

We just need some information
on your bartender friend

who was murdered in DC,
Abel Judge.

I don't know what
you're referring to.

I think you do.

You blew town awful quick the
morning after Abel was killed.

I can't have anything
to do with this.

Please, just
leave me alone.

I'm afraid that
we can't do that.

Okay.

Yes.

I left town right after
Abel was killed.

Did you know Abel spiked
a customer's drink

a few nights
before he was killed?

No, I told you
all I have for you.

I'm sorry, I have to get
back to work.

Ms. Grant, please.
Please, Ms Grant.

The man who's drink Abel
spiked is being framed

for something
he didn't do.

Now, if there's anything
that you know,

if you can find it
in your heart to tell us,

then you'd not only help
to get justice
for your friend,

but also for this man

whose life is
hanging in the balance.

Here's my number.
Call it any time,
day or night.

♪

Cassandra.

You're leaving?

Barney's dead.
I've been played.

And the widow is wearing
$3 million worth of rubies

that belong to us.

None of this
is her fault.

Matilda loved Barney
and treasures

the necklace
he gave her.

Taking it would only add
insult to injury.

Look at you
rising above.

Hmm.

I find that
annoyingly winsome.

Hmm.
Fine, we can leave it be.

Can we at least
commiserate over dinner?

I doubt I would be much
of a conversationalist.

Who said we had to talk?

Or eat?

Cassandra, I'm involved.

Or trying to be.

Wow, screwed by two men
in the same day

with none of the fun part.

Definitely time
to go home.

♪

Okay, so Ambassador Warren's
financials are clean,

ditto Congressman Spate,
but check this out.

Both of them wired $250,000
to a company called

Smith Provencal Antiques

the day before
they were both killed.

I doubt they're buying
19th century armoires.

Maybe it's a front
for Genuine Models.

We got a hit
on the strands of hair found
in Matt Spate's hand.

A Darlene Wozniak of
Arlington, Virginia.

She's a nurse at County.

A nurse that moonlights
as a serial killing
prostitute?

How in the world do you
make sense of that?

By bringing her in
and questioning her.

Come on, let's go.

Steven! Come in!

Thank you, Matilda.

How lovely
to see you again.

I was on my way to
the airport and realized

I couldn't leave without
offering a final condolence.

Chicken pot pie.

One can never have enough food
on hand in times of grief.

You know, I just put
some coffee on.

Do you have time
for a cup before your flight?

I always have
time for a cup.

Good.

You know, I got to say,
I'm taken by how

loyal Barney's
friends are.

Friends?
Yeah.

Lillian stopped by on
her way out of town, too.

You know,
Barney used to say

that the world of
collectibles is dog eat dog,

but you both have been
so thoughtful.

Oh, here,
sit down, relax.

Oh, I'll go get
your coffee.

So much for
rising above.

You're the one that thought
I was winsome.

Annoyingly winsome.

Now I just find it
and you annoying.

What happened to not
adding insult to injury?

I recalculated.

My injury was far greater
than her insult.

I do love you, Raymond,

but I think I'll have
to hate you more.

My dear,
you may have just

written my epitaph.

Ah.

Matilda, uh,
smells delicious.

Could you point me
to the powder room?

Yeah, third door
down the hall.

I want you to know
that whatever you say

is completely confidential.

So, tell us
about Abel.

He was a good person.

He supported his sick mom
and younger sister.

Every once in a while,
he would deal drugs

to make a little extra cash.

One night, a guy came in
and asked for some pills.

Abel met him out back,
and the guy turned out

to be some kind of detective.

Detective?

Did Abel tell you,
uh, his name
or who he worked for?

No.

Only that the cop threatened
to arrest him for dealing.

Unless he agreed to dose
the man's drink?

He didn't see
how he had a choice.

And the worst part is...

I'm the reason
he was murdered.

What do you
mean by that?

After he told me
the whole story,

I was the one
that convinced him
to go to the police

and say what happened.

And the next day,
he was dead.

It's not your fault.

How would you know that?

Because it's mine.

I'm the person
whose drink he dosed.

I don't know why
he was asked to,

but when I started
asking questions,

Abel was killed.

That's on me, not you.

I'm scared.
That's why I split.

Was there anything else
that you could remember

that Abel told you
about the detective, like,

you know,
what he looked like
or his age?

Nothing like that.

He did notice something
about the guy's badge,

which sounds weird,
but Abel had
this eagle tattoo.

He had this thing for eagles,
and the badge,

he said it was cool
because it had two figures

and an eagle on it.

This is crazy.

Y'all must've made
some kind of mistake.

The only mistake is you
pretending not to
know anything

about the murder
of Congressman Spate.

Your hair was
found in his hand.

Yeah, you keep
telling me that,

and I keep telling you
I never met the man.

Or any other politician.

What about
Ambassador Warren?

What about him?

Two murdered men,
strangled to death
in their bed.

Is that what
y'all think I do?

I-I choke out guys
I have sex with?

I-I work the graveyard shift
in the oncology wing.

I-I have not had sex
in two years, and...

And that was with a diesel
mechanic, not a congressman.

Tell us about
Genuine Models.

You know, it's funny
you should ask.

They called to see
if I could do

a bikini shoot in Cancun,
and I was gonna go,

but I had some bedpans
I needed to empty.

Alright, listen, make light
of it all you want,

but you say you weren't there,
but your hair was.

How do you explain that?

I can't.

Oh, my God, wait.

My hair!

Alright, about a year ago,

I was getting behind
on my rent,

and my friend Bonnie
told me about

this wig company
that pays for hair.

So I chopped off my ponytail,
popped it in the mail,

and a few days later,
a check came.

It was for 500 bucks.

The address you
sent your hair to,

we're going to need it.

He had so many
plans, you know?

Wanted to travel,
learn how to fly.

He was so full of energy.

Oh, my gosh, Barney was full
of so many things.

Generosity,
for instance.

That necklace he gave you,
what a breathtaking gift.

Hey, I wonder if it would be
too much of an imposition

to see it one more time.

Beholding a piece
that exquisite

is a rare treat.

It is no
imposition at all,

but I don't want you
to miss your plane.

Oh, I'm not worried
about my plane.

Well, I should be off.

Nonsense, Matilda's just
about to show us

that magnificent necklace
Barney gave her.

Is she?
I'll be right back.

Fine, 50/50.

70/30, or I tell
dear Matilda

that her precious pendant
is in your handbag.

Does this other woman
you want to be involved with

know what a scoundrel
you are?

She does.

No doubt you're trying
to convince her
you can reform?

Poor woman.

60/40.

55/45.

I can't reform that much.

My necklace, it's--
it's gone!

Fine.

I'm sure it's here
somewhere, Matilda.

We'll help you look.

You start in the bedrooms
and the bathrooms

and we'll search
out here.

No stone left unturned.

Okay.

I need to take this.

Alright, I'll circle
back around once I get

Ms. Grant
safely situated.

Agent Park,
where are we?

Wozniak wasn't involved.

The hair that was found,
she'd sold it.

We got the address
where the hair was sent.

Dembe and I are headed
there now.

Excellent.
Anything else?

A wire to Smith Antiques
was just flagged.

Another $250,000
from a Billy Burton,

a well-known restaurateur
in Philadelphia.

We know where this leads.

Aram, Park,
get there now.

Well, well,
Harold Cooper.

Detective Heber.
Beverly Grant.

I'm not gonna
find her, am I?

I'd recommend the nachos. Delicious.

Doug Koster dies,

and the bartender
who served you drinks

on the night of his murder,
he also dies.

And his friend, the only one
who may know why he died,

you get to her
before I do.

On the other hand,
the disco fries,

pretty irresistible.

Two counts of murder.

Now witness tampering.

I thought you looked like
the prime suspect.

I never thought
you'd be stupid
enough to act like one.

♪

Mr. Burton, FBI!

♪

Mr. Burton?

Mr. Burton, it's the FBI.

No, wait!

No!

Hands up, now!

Uh, Agent Park?

You got her?

Uh, no, but, um...

I got it.

Of all the ridiculous
capers we've gotten into,

this is approaching
the most ridiculous.

Pretending to look
for a necklace we're stealing?

We can't be stealing
if it belongs to us.

What we can do is help
a grieving widow feel

as if she's not
completely alone in the world.

And after we finish
pretending to find

dear Barney's gift,
then what?

Pretending?

How long has she been there?

Long enough.

Look, I may be old,
but I'm not stupid.

I know that I put
that necklace in the safe,

and then you two show up,
and you're just
sweet as can be.

I want it back now, or...
or I'll call the police.

You don't want to do that.

Why not?

Because then we'd have to tell
the police the truth

about your beloved Barney.

What truth?

May I help you?

Agents Ressler
and Zuma, FBI.

What took you so long?

You were expecting us?

Yes, I called
the authorities hours ago.

Isn't that
why you're here?

We were looking for
a wig manufacturer.

Well, we don't make wigs,
but we do use human hair

on the robot companions
we create here.

Companions?
Oh, you mean sex robots

who kill the people
who use them.

You must mean Chrissy.

Who the hell
is Chrissy?

Chrissy is one of Genuine's
most popular models.

So you knew your robots
were killing your customers.

That's why you called
the police.

What?
No, no, I didn't know.

And are we sure
that that's even the case?

I only called the police
because after I read

that Ambassador Warren
was dead,

I honestly didn't think
much of it,

besides that it was
a terrible tragedy, of course.

But I certainly didn't
connect the dots back to us.

Then I read that
Congressman Spate

was also found dead
in his home.

Well, I couldn't help make
the connection

that they both recently
purchased a Chrissy model.

And of course, we've suspended
sales of the Chrissy model

until we can figure out
what might be

going wrong, if anything.

Oh, something's going
wrong, alright.

Our colleagues just
intercepted another

murder in progress
in Philadelphia.

What? Oh, my God.

Oh, Billy Burton.

Um, he just purchased
a Chrissy model last month.

- Is he okay?
- He's fine.

A little bruised.

What's turning
Chrissy murderous?

We're not sure.
I-I've been
going over the code

trying to figure out
what might have gone wrong.

I still find it highly
unlikely that these

precisely tuned machines
have malfunctioned in any way.

It... It's really quite
difficult to teach a robot

what is too much force
to use with a human,

whether that's for
physical therapy,

playing games,
or for sexual intimacy.

So you're knowingly
selling potentially lethal

robot escorts?

No, nothing like this
has ever happened before.

Not in beta testing.

Not since we sold
our very first model.

And they're not escorts.

These are uncommonly sophisticated,

quality of life enhancing,
A.I.-based companion robots.

Who have sex
with your customers.

In some cases, yes.

Look, everything
we do in life

intersects with
the inanimate.

For years, technology's
been anticipating

what we want
and providing it.

Not to mention real women
can get pregnant,

they can blackmail you,
sue you.

You can
fall in love with them

and be tempted
to blow up your life.

All these messes that robots
can't and won't make.

What you call messes,
most people call life.

We're gonna need a complete
list of your customers.

Starting with everybody
who purchased

a Chrissy model
from you.

Okay.

I don't believe it.

I-I can't believe that Barney
could be a...

What did you call that,
a rail or...

A fence.
A trafficker in stolen goods,

some of which we stole,
including the necklace.

Which he was supposed to
sell for us,

then give us the proceeds,
less his 10%.

So you don't
sell insurance?

He's as much
an insurance agent as I am.

So who are you?

Someone who doesn't like
to be cheated or lied to

or tricked into
disappearing innocent people,

then destroying their lives
and livelihoods

based on spurious accusations.

Like Barney's
business partner.

I don't recall Barney
having a business partner.

Oh, but he did.

He's who Barney blamed
the theft of the necklace on.

Then convinced me
to disappear the poor soul

as comeuppance,
which I did happily.

I had no reason to think
Barney would lie to me.

He never had before.

Oh.

I just can't believe
that my sweet Barney would...

Would lie to you
about such a thing,

or to me
about everything.

Our entire lives, not to
mention manipulating you

into ruining the life
of that poor Peter guy.

There, there,
I'm certain

Barney didn't lie
about his love for you.

Can we go?

Matilda, seeing as how
our dispute was with Barney,

not you, I'm prepared
to leave you the necklace.

I believe we've done enough
damage for one day.

What? You sure?

Oh, I'm sure.

Wear it well.

Re-marry.

Assume the worst,
hope for the best.

♪

I have never seen anything
quite like the complexity

of these robots.

Real human hair,
the feel of human skin,

insane expressive abilities.

Check this out.

Wow.

Right?

Sir, oh, uh,
did everything go...

Go okay with your...
The matter
you were looking into?

Everything went.

Whether it went okay
or not remains to be seen.

This is a glimpse
into the future

- I'm not sure I want to see.
- Tell me about it.

The thing's more
communicative than I am,

which isn't saying much,
but still.

Hang on.

Like looking in a mirror.

Mirroring facial
expressions is one thing,
but murder's another.

Who's programming her
to do that?

Not Genuine Models.

This is Maverick Sawyer,

the CEO and man who
built the robots.

Whoa.
He's agreed to

aid in our investigation.

It's the least I can do.

There has to be some reason
that I'm missing

why these models
are malfunctioning.

They're not malfunctioning.

They're doing exactly
what they're being told to do.

She's been hacked.

What?

No. No, no, no.

No, that's not possible.
Who's behind it?

Well, I don't know the who,
but I am working on the where.

Our robots run on a completely
secure operating system

and learn
from what a user says,

processed through
the microphone in the nose.

There's no way that a hacker
could get into that system.

Do you push updates
to the OS over the Internet?

Yes.

That's how they got in
and started
overriding commands

for these specific
Chrissy robots.

So, there must be
an associated IP address.

Oh, yeah, and I almost
got it. Hang on.

Here we go.

Boom, it's an IP located
at 2218 Ridgewood Drive

in Bowie, Maryland.
Good work.

Dembe, Ressler, roll out.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Did you say a microphone?

Yes, in each
unit's nose.

Shh, shh, shh.
I think it's still listening.

They know.

FBI!

♪

What in the fun house hell
is going on here?

Whatever it is,
they left in a hurry.

♪

Don't worry, angel.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

Imagine my delight
when you summoned me after

so many years in Nunavut.

One more bowl
of caribou stew,

and I'd be
growing antlers.

Yes.
Yes, about that.

I'd like to
apologize, Peter.

It seems I was
sorely mistaken.

Barney told me to
cut you off at the knees

and make sure
you never made

another penny
in the business.

Imagine that from Barney.

But clearly,
Barney wasn't being
entirely honest with me,

and I did something
I rarely do.

I jumped to conclusions.

But something's
not sitting right.

I simply cannot accept that
my instincts about Barney

are as wrong as all that.

What am I missing?

Your instincts are spot on,
Mr. Reddington.

Barney was decent.

Salt of the earth.

His wife, on the other hand...

Gordon Graham.
Here he is.

That's right.

Graham was one of
our earliest customers.

He's in
the tech industry, too,
if I'm remembering correctly.

He was the CEO of
an electoral data start-up

that he sold for million
and millions of dollars

about a year ago, February.

He totally disappeared
from the tech scene
after that.

That's about two months after

he purchased
this Chrissy model.

Agents Ressler and Zuma said
it looked like Graham

was living
with his Chrissy robot

as if they were
a real couple.

Two toothbrushes,
clothes for her,

jewelry, the whole nine. Bizarre.

Maybe not so bizarre.

We design our robots to be anthropomorphic

with human-like capabilities
and empathetic skills,

which can induce feelings
in customers.

Gordon might actually believe
that he and Chrissy

are in
a real relationship.

And now,
with these aesthetics

and the rate of
AI advancements,

people won't be able
to tell the difference

between what is real
and what is not.

Great, a whole world
of robosexuals awaits.

Meantime, we've got
a murderer on the run.

Is he on the move
with Chrissy?

It appears so.

I installed geo-tracking units
in all of our models

as a safeguard for
our customers in the event

that robots are stolen.

Now, if Gordon hasn't removed
it, we may be in luck.

I installed the, uh,
the geo-tracking unit

in each of the models'
ring fingers.

Everything's gonna
be okay, my love.

Your man's got a plan.

Got him.

Okay, guys, it looks like
he's on Route 211 headed south

towards
Shenandoah National Park.

We're headed there now.

We've notified
local law enforcement

to help you apprehend Graham.

♪ I'm back in baby's arms **
You're about two miles
behind him.

** How I miss
those loving arms ♪

♪ I'm back where I belong ♪

♪ Back in baby's arms ♪

♪ Don't know why we quarrel ♪

♪ We never did before ♪

Exit the vehicle
with your hands visible!

No other options, Graham.
** Since we found out ♪

You'll never
tear us apart!

♪ How it hurts ♪

Why are you pointing
your weapons at me?!

♪ I bet we never
quarrel anymore **
I am not the criminal here!

They are! The monsters!

Put your hands where
we can see them

and step
out of the car.

Neglecting
and abusing my Chrissy!

Locking her in a closet
and taking her out only

when they want to defile her,
like she's some object!

♪ Back in baby's arms **
They had to be stopped.

And so did Genuine Models.

We don't want to hurt you,
Graham, or Chrissy.

They did hurt her!

And that's why I had
to protect her.

That's why she
did what she did.

We want to
help you, Graham.

We need
to see your hands.

Step out of the car
and we can
talk this over, okay?

I don't believe you.

You'll separate us.
I know you will.

♪ Where I belong ♪

I can't live
without my Chrissy!

♪ In my baby's arms
I'm gonna stay ♪

♪ I'm back in baby's arms **
She can't live without me.

♪ How I miss
those loving arms ♪

♪ I'm back where I belong ♪

** Back in baby's arms ♪

♪ Back in baby's arms ♪

Matilda, good evening.
We'll just be a minute.

Brava, brava!
What a performance.

What are you
talking about?

I just had
an illuminating chat

with your old pal
Peter Finchy.

Peter who?

Poor Peter, whose name
you let slip earlier

after pretending
you didn't know

Barney had
a business partner.

Poor Peter,
whose exile you orchestrated,

thus killing two birds
with one giant,
priceless stone.

I never uttered
the name Peter,

and yet somehow,
you knew it.

By the way, when did you
decide to leave Barney?

You hired a divorce lawyer,
didn't you?

The one at
the memorial service?

But you, greedy little guts,
decided in the end

it was too rich
a price to pay

to split
the marital estate.

It was much more lucrative,
not to mention simpler,

to just get rid of
Barney altogether.

Barney had a heart attack
at dinner.

After some gentle persuasion,
the medical examiner's

performing
a last-minute autopsy.

We'll see if that theory
holds up when

the toxicology tells us
exactly what you made

Barney for dinner.

I think you're looking
at a potential life sentence.

That's my theory.

My life sentence was being
married to that chump.

Barney never had the stomach
for the business.

It fell on me

to manage from behind
the scenes, and I did.

I made the shrewd calls.
I made the hard choices.

And then the little shmuck
thought that

he could divorce me.

After all those years of me
showing him what's what.

Yes, of course.

The divorce attorney
was Barney's.

You should've seen the look
on his face

when he realized
that I had poisoned him.

No, you two never knew
the real Barney,

and he never knew
the real me.

I believe we did know
the real Barney.

And in honor of his memory,
I tell you this.

You're terminated.

And poor Peter Finchy
is the new boss.

And this time, it is you
who will be banished,

left to fend for yourself
with no resources,

no respite,
and no retreat.

And if I find out you so much
as stick a single toe

back in the business,

I will come to you
and I will take your tongue,

I'll take your hands,

and I'll take your feet.

But for now,
I'll just be taking this.

♪

♪

Sawyer helped us
locate the two Chrissy models

Graham hacked to kill
Ambassador Warren

and Congressman Spate.

It looks like
he programmed the robots

to leave the crime scenes
and return to him

so he could take them out
of circulation permanently.

Well, Sawyer's company
might be going away,

but the technology isn't.

It's now in
the cultural bloodstream.

Robots, and the people
who want them for,

well, everything,
are probably with us forever.

Any next of kin
on Gordon Graham?

We haven't been able
to track down any family.

No friends.

His only relationship,
it seems, was
Chrissy the robot.

I think he really believed
that he loved her.

I think he did
love her.

Well, he's not
the first person
to fall for somebody

who's incapable
of returning the favor.

I'm not talking from
personal experience.

I just... I watch
a lot of '80s teen
coming-of-age movies.

What's the latest on
Everly Grant?

She's secured with
her family in Texas.

I have a detail on them,
but, uh, Harold,

you and I both know that
that badge she described

is the New York
police detective's.

This is getting
out of control.

Maybe we should
call in reinforcements.

We're not
calling anybody, Lew.

After you left the bar
with Grant,

I had a little run-in
with Detective Heber,

who knows
that I got to her.

We have no idea
how deep this goes.

I'm even more of
a prime suspect now that

Heber knows that
I am talking with witnesses.

We have to find
this detective ourselves.

Who did you piss off
in law enforcement, Coop?

You've gone soft, Raymond.

The old you would've meted out
the delicious punishment

that hateful old crone
deserved on the spot.

No regrets.

You really have changed.

You think?

We're always
good together.

You know, that's why
I've missed you,

because we were
good together,

especially when we were
bad together.

Maybe there's more fun
to be had.

You and me.

As tempting as that sounds,
you should know

that the man you
once knew died the day

Elizabeth Keen was shot.

And the man
that remains is...

...less a person
than a collection

of impulses
and inclinations,

most of them foul as tar.

I only survived thanks
to the love

and solace of a woman
I met under the most unlikely

of circumstances,
a woman who...

...carried me through
an unbelievable darkness.

And you really think that
she'll have you, this woman?

All of you?

I...

I hope so.

But even if she won't,
at this moment,

I'm hers, and that's
all that matters.

Yeah.

♪

I think you
should take this.

Why do I feel like this is
a parting gift, hmm?

Like I may never
see you again?

You never know.

♪

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