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♪ ♪

RECEPTIONIST:
Branch Genetics.
How can I help you?

(indistinct chatter)

Morning. Thank you.

ERIC: I am prepared to go
as high as 35%.

But I need you
to guarantee that this

can happen tonight, 8:00.

WOMAN (over phone):
Stay on the line.

Fine. You have a deal.

Your table will be ready
at 8:00 p.m. sharp.

Thank God.

I've been trying
to get a reservation

in that restaurant for months.

Apparently, they have the best
tuna tartare in the city.

Well, let's hope so, 'cause now
we're on the hook for a 35% tip.

(phone ringing)

Emergency line.

Crisis Resolution,
Eric Beaumont.

JENNY (over phone):
Hi, my name's, uh, Jenny Moran.

I'm Malcolm Raskin's
executive assistant,

the, uh, CEO here
at Branch Genetics.

Branch Genetics?

They have us on retainer.

No, I assure you, that
is not what we're about here.

JENNY: Uh, Mr. Raskin
is on a call with someone

who is claiming
to have planted a bomb

in one of our offices
across the U.S.

Okay, Jenny-- uh,
patch me to that call

and stay on the line, please.

If you would just
hear me out, I could...

BOMBER (distorted):
I will not hear you out.

Your company has interrupted
the order of things,

the way things
are supposed to be.

Hello, this is Eric Beaumont
with Crisis Resolution.

How can we help you
get what you need?

BOMBER:
What I need

is for Branch Genetics
to stop playing God.

Listen to me, sir.
I know you're angry, but...

BOMBER: I'm not angry.
Anger is a prison.

Okay, whoever this is, he's past
the point of no return.

We need to evacuate
every Branch Genetics location

across North America right now.

Uh, get on with the assistant.

♪ ♪

(people shouting)

(alarm ringing)

There was an explosion
in the lobby.

BOMBER:
And Mr. Raskin?

You can expect another one
at 5:30 p.m.

♪ ♪

(door bells jingle)

Hi. Excuse me.

Hi. I'm looking for Tyler.
He works here.

And you are?

His sister.

I'll get him.

Thanks.

Tyler, your sister's upstairs.

I will get rid of her.

Hey, what's up?

Hey. You forgot something.

(sighs)

Thanks. You didn't
have to come all this way.

(chuckles): Well, somebody's
got to make sure you eat.

So how's the day?

Just learning
how to make croissants.

Oh, good.

I'll expect fresh ones
at the house every morning.

(phone ringing)

Uh, take this.

Hi, Eric.

ERIC:
We have a case in Philadelphia.

I need you there now.

Sure, right away.

Work?

Afraid so.

I got to get back to it, too.

Okay.

Fresh.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

Good luck.

Thanks. See you soon.

Security set up a joint
terrorism task force.

They're monitoring all incoming
communication and investigating

our other 30 locations
across North America.

And the explosive?

Bomb squad determined it was
delivered inside a package,

uh, set to detonate
with a timer.

And did they trace the package
to a courier company?

Yes, but there was
no delivery scheduled

for Branch Genetics today.

Ah.

So that tells us the courier
was also likely the bomber.

That's what the police
are saying.

Has Branch Genetics ever
received threats before?

All the time.

Usually by religious extremists
and the misinformed

who believe we experiment
with genetics.

Cloning, eugenics,

creating the next
"super species."

So in other words,
they think you're "playing God."

Exactly.

But-but we don't.

We offer two services: Legacy,
where customers submit saliva

so we can trace
their family tree,

and Health, where we profile
an individual's genetic makeup.

We're aware the receptionist
was killed in the blast,

but there was a witness
who survived the bombing.

Brit Lawler.

Police think she may have gotten
a glimpse of the bomber.

Except doctors say
the blast left her

with, uh,
traumatic memory impairment.

She's drawing a blank.

Our officers talked
to her already.

Uh, we understand,
Agent Jackson, but my colleague

happens to be an expert in
the field of memory retrieval.

So, you what? Negotiate memories
back into people's head?

You know,
that's really funny, but no.

I'm a profiler.

No offense, but
I'm not a fan.

Worked with dozens of
profilers over my career,

haven't found
them much use.

Look, we all want
the same thing here,

to get in touch with the bomber.

And when we do,
you're gonna need a negotiator.

Oliver's a trained psychologist,

helped save a lot of lives
doing what he does.

Now, whether or not
you approve of his methods,

his record is indisputable.

You find anything,
keep me in the loop.

I can barely remember anything
after waking up this morning.

The police say that you may
have seen the delivery driver.

A courier?

It's possible,
but I-I have no idea.

Listen, I know
she's the only witness,

but she's spoken
to doctors, police...

Uh, we understand that, Dan,
but with the bomber promising

another attack at 5:30,
we have to move fast.

It's okay, Dad.

The doctor said I was lucky
I wasn't hurt worse.

Why don't you go get
a coffee or something?

Thanks.

Brit, um, why were you
at Branch Genetics this morning?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've never been
there before.

Can you recall anything?
Your state of mind

when you left the house?

What you had for breakfast?

Okay, j-- uh, just
try to focus for a second...

I am trying.

Okay, Eric, can I have the room?

(quietly):
Of course.

Okay. Brit, we're gonna attempt

a little therapeutic exercise to
try and stimulate your memory.

Now, I don't want you
to actively try

to remember anything,
I just want you to listen. Okay?

Okay, good.
Now close your eyes.

(clears throat)

You're in your bed.
It's morning.

Feel the mattress beneath you
and the blanket on top of you.

Now your alarm goes off
and you wake up.

(alarm beeping)

Maybe you get
something to eat,

get dressed, leave the house.

It's a normal day,
so you're not rushing.

And you step outside.

The traffic is loud,

but it quiets down as you arrive

at Branch Genetics.

You walk towards the lobby.

You open the door,
step inside...

No.

A flash of light.

Please stop.

A loud noise, like thunder.

(gasps)

I was picking something up.

ERIC:
Anything?

She's being prepped for release.

She can't recall what,
but Brit believes

she went to Branch Genetics
to pick something up.

Check to see if you can find
a connection between Brit...

Between Brit
and Branch Genetics. I'm on it.

You know, something else
the bomber said struck me.

"Anger is a prison." I don't
know, it sounded stilted, rote,

like he was reciting
or preaching or something.

Brit is still our best bet
of identifying the bomber.

Okay, well, why don't I see
if she'll let me take her home?

Recreating her
daily routine may allow

for pieces of her memory
to fall into place.

That stilted statement
our bomber gave?

It's actually part
of a mantra belonging

to an anger management
self-help group here in Philly.

Eastside Anger Management.

Sounds like
a good place to start.

ERIC:
He said, "Anger is a prison."

"A prison I no longer need
to incarcerate myself in,

"for I have
given myself permission

to know what lies
beneath it."

That's the whole thing.

Do any of your members

have experience with
or access to explosives?

Can you give us a name?

(exhales)

Eastside Anger Management
is made up

of men who have been
court-ordered to attend.

Most of these guys'
problems stem from

lack of self-confidence
and trust issues.

Everything that happens here
is confidential.

The bomber said
there's gonna be

another explosion today.

How are you going to
feel if it turns out

you could've
prevented it?

Name's Jed Lincoln.

Got fired from his last job
for threatening his boss.

Judge sent him here.

What was his job?

Demolition.

CYNTHIA:
So he's trained in explosives.

Brit does a good job
of keeping the place tidy.

(chuckles)

Lord knows
I'm not much help.

How long have you
lived with your dad?

Um, since my mom died
about a year ago.

Mm.

The last thing she said to me
before she passed

was to take care of him

if she wasn't around.

And she has.

So, what do we do?

Something called
immersion therapy.

We're gonna walk you through
your normal daily routine

and hopefully it'll trigger
your memory and allow you

to form a picture of the courier
you might've seen.

And if you want to stop
or need anything,

I'll be right here
for you, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Okay, so let's start with
when you wake up in the morning.

I wake up at the same time
every day.

7:45.

I...

get up...

and...

I do yoga.

(exhales)

Which always makes me feel good.

Um...

I take a shower.

And then...

I get dressed.

And then, then I eat
my morning toast.

Over the sink.

It's a time-saver.

OLIVER:
Well, it looks like
you were on track

up until this point.

Then I head
to the front door where I get

my transit pass
so I can take the bus.

This transit pass?

Brit, if you didn't take
the bus this morning,

how did you get
to Branch Genetics?

Sometimes I take
a rideshare, but...

I did.

I took a rideshare this morning.

Okay, great.

What else?

I usually have about ten minutes
before the bus comes,

so I just hang out here
and check my e-mails.

And did you check 'em
this morning?

(gasping)

(sobbing softly)

(whimpers)

Brit, what is it?

No.

Do-do you remember
something?

Take a breath, honey.

No.

(sobbing):
You need to leave now.

Brit?
Brit.

OLIVER:
What do you remember, Brit?

I'm sorry, Mr. Yates.

My daughter's
already been

through enough today.

Brit? Honey.

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(engine starts)

She kicked you out?

Right after she
remembered something.

Her reaction was
different, though.

It was more sadness than fear.

I think
she recalled something

that happened
before the bombing.

Why wouldn't she
tell you what it was?

I...

Well, Agent Jackson wanted
to be kept in the loop,

so you better let her know.

I already did.

I ran the name Jed Lincoln
and spoke to his boss.

He called in sick
this morning.

I just tried to reach him,
but no luck.

OLIVER:
So that could have been him

in the pickup truck
outside Brit's house.

Demolition expert
with anger issues and no alibi.

That guy has a lot
stacked against him.

Well, if he's our bomber
and was court-ordered

to anger management,
he won't risk missing a meeting.

ZARA:
Brit Lawler says
she was in your lobby

this morning
to pick something up.

Was she a customer?

Possibly.

Client base sits at about
15 million worldwide.

You have the means
to find out, though.

Our privacy
policy is strict.

As CEO, I'm the last person
who can afford to breach it.

Given what another bombing would
do to your company, Mr. Raskin,

you're the last person
who could afford not to.

One of your employees
died today.

(typing)

Eight months ago,
Brit Lawler,

her mother Linda,
and father Dan...

all purchased
the Legacy + Health package.

You have the results?

(exhales)

Jenny, I just, uh,
sent the Lawler file

to the printer--
can you bring it in?

The bomber said

the next attack would happen
at 5:30 p.m. today.

Do you have
any idea why?

No.

The police reviewed
our corporate calendar,

pretty standard meetings.

Our shareholders'
annual is next month.

If the bomber
wanted to make

a statement,
that would be the place.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

I have to go.

Brit and her family were all
customers of Branch Genetics.

Brit's mother had the HTT gene.

It's responsible for
the inevitable development

of Huntington's Disease;
there isn't a cure.

But there's more.
Keep reading.

Brit has it, too.

That could be what
she remembered

when she kicked me out--

her diagnosis.

Okay, um, there may be a way

that I can still get her
to cooperate.

All right, get on it.
We'll check out Jed.

Got your message about
a possible sighting

of the bomber outside
Brit's house.

Yeah, we thought
it might be him

trying to silence
the only witness.

I gave a description of
the vehicle to your team.

Good. Forensics say
the bomb was likely homemade,

a crude device.

Parts are generic,
but we're trying to trace them.

Can I see that?

We're gonna take
another run at Brit.

She's fragile, but I think
pieces of her memory

are starting to come back.

Great. I'll come with.

Well, I don't know if
that's the best idea.

I didn't know you were calling
the shots, Mr. Profiler.

Consider me put in my place.

Hey, Jed, um...

can I have a minute?

Yeah, what's up, Harry?

Some people are here
who want to talk to you.

Just, um, stay calm.

Jed Lincoln?
Eric Beaumont.

This is my colleague
Cynthia Walker.

I take it you heard
about the bombing

at Branch Genetics
this morning.

I had nothing
to do with that.

Oh, we didn't insinuate
that you did.

Harry, what's this about?

Jed, take a breath.
Remember,

anger is a secondary emotion.

It's what we use
to protect ourselves

from our primary feelings.

We're working with a witness
who was caught in the blast.

Someone who may be able
to identify the bomber.

Brit Lawler is her name.

Brit? Is she all right?

You know her?

We dated for a while.

That's all.

The bomber used
a phrase connected with

Eastside Anger Management.

Brit was at Branch Genetics
when the bomb went off.

The fact that you two dated
is a pretty big coincidence.

And you split up.

Brit had a tough year
with her mother passing.

I did my best to help her.

At the end, she said
she didn't want to be

close to anyone anymore.

How'd that make you feel?

You mean, did it
make me angry? No.

I gave her what she
asked for... space.

But you still have feelings
for her.

I don't got to talk to you.

I'm done with this.

HARRY:
Jed.

(tires screech)

Truck matches
Oliver's description.

He was outside Brit's house
this morning.

I'll let Oliver and Zara know
Brit and Jed were dating.

Hey, Dan, is Brit
still here?

Uh, she's not doing so well.
She-she won't want to talk.

Then I'll need Brit
to tell me that herself, sir.

Thank you.

Brit.

Hey, how you doing?

I'll be fine.

And I'm sorry about before,
but I prefer to be alone.

Thank you for understanding.

Listen, Brit,
we know you're scared,

and it's not just
because of the bomb.

We know you inherited
the HTT gene from your mother.

And we're sorry.

I know I should
have reminded you,

but when you woke up
in the hospital,

you were scared and relieved.

Hopeful, even.

It's been a long time since
I've seen you like that.

My mom jumped at the chance
to find out what made her her.

To find out where she came from.

But when she took the test,

she found out she was destined
to die from Huntington's.

Do you know what the disease
does to you?

Before the physical
symptoms show up,

you get depressed.

You just lose hope.

Worst of all, you lose
the ability to feel emotion.

You become a husk.

But Huntington's
didn't take my mom.

Brit, you don't have
to talk about this.

Three months
after she was

diagnosed...

Honey.

...she hung herself.

Enough, please.

I can't...

Uh...

Hey, Dan,

um, why don't we take a walk?

I could use some
fresh air myself.

Look, Brit, I know all you feel
right now is despair,

but when you talked to me
about your morning routine,

you described how happy
yoga made you feel.

Now, if you let me help you
retrieve your memories,

we might be able
to get you back to a place

where you can feel that again.

Okay.

So this morning we tried
immersion therapy

with some success.

Sometimes doing
the opposite can also

trigger memories.

How do I do that?

With a therapeutic technique
called "Fly on the Wall."

Close your eyes and you remove
yourself from your experience,

like, you're outside
of your body looking down

on yourself, kind of like
a fly on the wall would see you.

Trust him.
He's been right so far.

Don't let it go
to your head.

It's just not right,
you know?

I mean, nobody deserves
a disease like this,

but for it to happen
to Brit is...

It's not fair.

Exactly.

Huntington's takes time
before it's debilitating.

You still have a lot of years
with your daughter.

Years that were almost stolen
from us this morning.

OLIVER:
You usually take a bus to work,

but today

you took
a rideshare.

As a fly on the wall,
can you see why?

(phone ringing)

(gasps)

I got a call.

From who?

I don't know.

(phone chimes)

Just, uh, hold on.

What can you tell us about your
relationship to Jed Lincoln?

What does he have to do
with anything?

Maybe nothing.
We're just curious.

How did you two meet?

(gasping):
No!

Okay, Brit, it's okay.
I'm right here.

I can't do this!
I can't do this!

I think she's reliving
the trauma of the bombings

with both of us
in the room.

Understood. I'll get out
of your hair,

but let me know if she says
anything else. Good luck.

Brit, it's okay.
Just, uh, take a deep breath.

You didn't want to talk
because, because

of the police
officer.

It was me.

What was you?

I built the bombs.

(speaking French Canadian)

Police! Police!
Put your hands up!

(shouting in French Canadian)

(shouting continues)

(sirens wailing)

You got it, right?

The laptop--
you grabbed it, right?

Yeah, of course.

BRIT:
This is where I did it.

All of this was on the list
Agent Jackson gave us.

You remember building
the bombs?

Well, not specifically, but I
definitely remember holding it,

and I knew where
this place was, so...

Why, Brit? Why...
why would you do this?

I don't know.

CYNTHIA:
If you knew

the bomb was going off,
why would you go there?

I guess I had a change of heart,
I didn't want anyone to die?

Well, if you don't want
anyone else to die,

tell us where the next attack
is gonna happen.

I don't remember. I'm so sorry.

Brit, I got to say I'm having
a hard time buying this.

I can't believe it either,
but I had the bomb in my hands.

I know it.

Well, you definitely
had help.

We were talking
to the bomber

when the explosion happened,
and they continued talking

after the blast. Meanwhile,
you were found unconscious.

So if you don't remember where

the next attack is,
your partner will.

With all signs of that pointing
at your ex-boyfriend Jed.

Why would he do this?

You know, it's clear that Jed
still has feelings for you.

If you can help lure him out,
we can work on him

to give us the location
of the next attack.

Okay, come on.

Search the house.
See if you can find anything

that might give us an insight
into Brit's motive.

Okay.

It could tell us where
the next attack's gonna happen.

Okay.

Look at this.

Someone broke in here.

You know,
I feel for Brit,

but there is no excuse
for taking another human life.

Um...

Cynthia, I'm sorry,
I did not mean it like...

It's okay.

My brother didn't mean
to kill our foster father,

though they made him
pay for it like he did.

Wait a second.

What is it?

Brit's mom was tested
by Branch Genetics

eight months ago, right?

Mm-hmm.

Two weeks after
she was tested,

her health insurance
was canceled.

Because of her
Huntington's diagnosis?

No, it couldn't
have been.

Brit's mom received the results
from Branch Genetics...

after her health insurance
was canceled.

Which means the insurance
company wouldn't have even known

about her genetic disorder yet,

so why cancel
her coverage?

Unless someone else told them.

(indistinct chatter)

ERIC (over comms): Brit, we know
you don't remember if Jed

is involved, but you need
to play it like you know he was.

We just need Jed to tell us the
location of the next bombing.

Don't worry,
everything's gonna be okay.

He's here.

Brit, are you okay?

I'm fine, Jed. Listen...

You shouldn't have gone there
this morning.

You could've been killed.

I was trying to stop us
from making a huge mistake.

Us?

I don't want to take
any more lives.

What are you talking about?
You're not involved.

No, Jed, please just tell me
where we were setting

the next bomb off
so I can stop it.

You're setting me up.

No, Jed, please, stop.

Get out of my way,

or I'm gonna...

Or what? What are you gonna do?

You're gonna threaten
to kill us?

Like you threatened
your old boss?

You know, you work
in demolition,

you know explosives.

You're court-ordered
to attend anger management,

the bomber used Eastside

Anger Management's mantra
in the attack.

(phone chimes)

Not to mention
you were staking out

Brit's house this
morning. Why, Jed?

Brit, tell them this wasn't me.

BRIT:
I'm sorry.

I can't remember.

JED:
I didn't do this.

But you know who did.

No, I don't know anything.

I just found out that your mom's
health insurance was canceled

a month before Branch Genetics
diagnosed her with HTT.

Well, don't you
find it strange

that she had coverage her whole
life, and then right before

receiving her terminal
diagnosis, she loses it?

What are you saying?

Well, that if you believed
Branch Genetics sold

your mother's genetic report
to her health insurance company,

you would have a very clear
motive to bomb them.

She didn't do it!

Now, she's confessed.

All we needed was motive
and now we have it.

So if you really care about her,

you better tell us
what you know now right now,

or she's going to prison
for the rest of her life.

It was Dan.

My father?

JED:
Yeah.

Oh, my God.

I remember.

My dad bought the genetics test
for my mom

as a birthday present.

DAN:
Happy birthday, sweetheart.

(laughing):
I know it's what you wanted.

(phone camera clicks)

BRIT:
But after she was diagnosed

and took her own life...

he went into
a grief spiral.

He blamed Branch Genetics
for my mom's death.

I told him that was ridiculous,
it wasn't their fault, but...

he wouldn't listen.

He was ordered to attend
anger management,

where he met Jed.

Where I met Jed.

Her dad needed a job.

So I figured it would
impress her if I got him one.

I got him doing grunt
work at my company.

He was really curious
about explosives.

Always asking

questions and stuff.

I remember I was just

about to leave the house
this morning

to go to work when Jed called.

He said someone had stolen
explosive materials

from his work.

He had a feeling it was my da.

And then what I found
in the garage confirmed

Jed's suspicions.

I wasn't at Branch Genetics
to pick something up.

I was there trying
to stop the bombing.

JED:
Look, I thought if
I said something,

I'd be implicated
as an accessory.

I went to the house
to confront Dan,

but you guys were there
so I couldn't.

If your father knows
Branch Genetics sold

customer info
to the insurance company

that dropped
your mother's coverage...

Then the health insurance
company seems like

the next
logical target.

Get ahold
of Special Agent Jackson.

We need to find your father.

I told you you could
look forward

to another
explosion today.

Right?

Drive.

(phone rings)

Hey, Zara, what's up?

ZARA:
We contacted
the health insurance company.

All of their top execs are
at a business retreat today.

Sounds like the perfect
opportunity to take revenge.

Guess what time
the presentation

on preexisting
conditions starts.

5:30.

Exactly when the bomber said
the next attack would happen.

Zara, where's this retreat
being held?

I'll text you
the address.

Get out of the car
and bring the bag with you.

Which brings us
to the thorny issue of coverage

for preexisting conditions
and chronic diseases, which--

excuse me, what's going--

(shoots gun)

(screaming)

As you can see,

Mr. Raskin here...

Oh, please, please, please...

is holding a bomb which will
go off when I push this button.

If anyone moves...

Mr. Lawler, please...

Shut up.

WOMAN:
Okay. Okay.
Be calm. Okay.

You've all been playing God

for too long.

The woman you're looking at is--

was...

the love of my life.

She died last year.
Coroners ruled it

a suicide. It wasn't.

It was murder,
and every single one of you

murdered her.

She hung herself
because she didn't want me

selling off our house
to pay for treatment.

The house we were supposed

to grow old in together.

And I wouldn't have had to

if you heartless monsters didn't
cancel her health insurance.

That data gets
used for research

to find cures for diseases...

Stop.

You sold it to
insurance companies

to make profit.

You knew exactly how they were
gonna use the information.

Once all of you are dead

and the press asks why
this happened,

then the world will find out
what you did, and this will

never happen again.

BRIT:
Dad.

Brit.

Get out of here.

Dad, please put
the gun down.

I-I can't lose
you, too.

Not now. Not after
everything else we've lost.

They murdered your mother.

This is necessary.

(quietly):
Okay.

ERIC:
Dan, I-I know you

want revenge.
But if you want

the world to know
Branch Genetics

sells customer info
to insurance companies,

you-you don't have to kill them.

Malcolm can make
a statement.

The value of the company
will plummet.

That won't stop them.
I have to do this!

MAN:
Freeze!

Hey! Hey!

WOMAN:
Get down!

If they come any closer,

I'm gonna blow us all up!

JACKSON:
We can take it from here,

Mr. Beaumont.

Okay, Shay, please.

You asked Brit to trust me.

I'm gonna need you
to do the same.

Dan, listen to me.

You think this
is the only way,

but that's because
you feel powerless.

You felt that way after
your wife was diagnosed,

after she killed herself,
and again

after your daughter
was diagnosed.

Feeling powerless
made you angry.

Anger is a secondary
feeling, Dan.

A cover-up emotion
that's masking

what's really
driving you. Guilt.

Your anger's blocking
you from seeing that

you blame yourself
for buying your wife

that genetic test.

I don't want you to get sick.

I-- I know,
Dad, please!

Please, don't!

OLIVER:
Brit said,

one of the things your wife
asked her to do before she died

was to take care of you.

You kill yourself, you, you blow
these people up, then

she failed.

You've already
killed one person.

And you nearly killed
your own daughter today.

Put down the detonator
and the gun, Dan.

Don't-- don't
make your daughter a failure.

(sighs)

DAN:
I'm sorry.

I love you, Dad!

I love you, too.

Brit, come on.

Come on, come
on, it's okay.

Oh-- no!

No.

(grunts)

MAN:
Yeah, we got him, we got him.

MAN 2:
All right, we're clear.

(sobbing)

All right,
bring in the bomb squad.

(panting)

We spoke to Malcolm.

And he's pressuring the
health insurance companies

to rescind their
cancellations.

I won't hold my breath.

Hey, Brit, I wanted
to show you this.

There's a lot of different
research projects

looking for a cure
for Huntington's.

I know it feels
like a slim chance, but, uh,

it's reason to hope.

Brit, I made some soup.
You should eat.

You haven't all day.

Yeah, it's
a good idea,

and, uh, we
should be going.

Yeah.

Take care, Brit.

Thank you.

Jed.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Wanted to thank you guys,
Philly style,

with a cheesesteak.

Oh, uh, well,
you...

You know, I would
love to, um,

but I have some
other... business

to attend to.

Guess it's just us, then.
What do you say?

Yeah, sure.
Why not?

So, where does one get the best
Philly cheesesteak in town?

First of all,
it's just cheesesteak.

"Philly's" a given.

You have a lot of learn,
Mr. Profiler.

Don't ever
call me that.

TYLER:
So... how was Philadelphia?

CYNTHIA:
I barely saw any of it.

You know, this job
just made me realize

how lucky we are.

How so?

Well, families
that have been through

what you and I
have been through?

Second chances at a future
together don't often come.

Promise me that we will
make the best of it.

I promise.

We've been back in
each other's lives six months.

To many more.

(phone ringing and buzzing)

Ugh. Work.

I got to explain
to the new guy

how to start
the sourdough.

(chuckles) Yeah?

Catch up to you?

Yeah.

Hello.

MAN:
Where's the laptop?

Yeah, I got it.

Bring it to me now.

(sighs)

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