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-Good morning, Mr. Gabe.
-Good morning.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Good morning, Morgan.
-Good morning.

Uh, hey, my car's
on the fritz again.

Do you mind
if I grab a ride
to work with you?

I'd love to,
but I'm on the other
side of town.

No, you're not.
You're at your apartment.

You're in the hallway,
aren't you, Morgan?

-Hi.
-Hi.

Ludo's driving the kids
to school,
and you are on the way,

-so I just had him drop me off.
-Mmm.

Hope that's okay.
Can I come in?

No, no, no.

What do you got going on
in there?

Nothing.
I'm just getting ready.

And lying about where you are.

Is that Lucia?

Well, well, well, well, well.

-Morgan, can we not do this?
-Do what?

Okay, all right, you win.
Let me just say hi real quick.

I will give you a ride to work
if you wait out here
in the hallway

until I'm finished
getting ready,
otherwise start walking.

-Are you serious?
-Mm-hmm.

Fine.

Oh. I actually grabbed those
for the two of us,
but that's fine.

-You can ask three questions.
-Why only three?

-Is that your first question?
-Sto-- Don't do that.

I knew you were gonna do that.
No, okay, fine.

Is that the first time
she slept over?

-No. Mm-mmm.
-No?

Okay. Um...

I mean, how does it feel,
you know, is it comfortable?
Is it kind of strange?

That's obviously
all one question.

Honestly, both.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

It's weird how
comfortable it is.

-Huh.
-Yeah.

Are you happy?

Yes. Yeah.

Good. You deserve to be happy.

So when are we all hanging out?
You want me to invite you guys
over for dinner?

We can see
how she is with kids.

Mmm. Yeah, the question
and answer portion
of our morning has ended.

You know, I'm friends
with a lot of people

in the LAPD.

I can very easily bypass you
and get her number myself.

Okay.

Soto's sending us
to a crime scene
in Crestwood Hills.

Oh. Whew. Rush hour.

Well, know what that means.
We got a lot more time
to chitchat.

Yay.

Wow.

It's like a hobbit built
a spaceship.

Victim's name is Gabe Rafferty.
Fifty-five. Housekeeper
found him.

ME says he's been dead
since sometime last night.

This guy was 55?

Wow. Whatever he was doing,
sign me up.

Besides the stabbing.

It's an odd choice
of murder weapon.
Could be symbolic.

Or convenient.

They're called phurbas.

They are Tibetan symbols
of health
and protection against evil.

-Didn't work.
-Yeah.

Someone found a different way
to use it.

-Looks like he was
into samadhi.
-What's that?

- Deep meditation.
- Mmm.

Went through a yoga thing once.

Oh. How'd that go?

Okay.

-I won.
-You don't win yoga, Morgan.

- Not with that attitude,
you don't.

No defensive wounds
on the body.
No forced entry.

Housekeeper said the alarm
was still set when
she got here.

I'd wonder
if the killer laid in wait,

but if this was premeditated,
they'd have brought a weapon.

And if it was a crime
of passion, there would be
signs of a fight,

so neither one really
makes sense.

-The victim's phone.
-Thank you.

Someone named Renata Carlino
really wanted to get in touch
with him.

Thirty-five missed calls today.

-I need to see him!
-You can't go there.

-Oh. Oh, no.
-Come on.

Let me guess. Renata?

I've been Gabe's assistant
for eight years.

So, you have access
to the house 24/7?

Yes, anyone who works here
has a unique passcode they
enter when they come and go.

And is the system gonna say
that you were here last night?

I've been out
of town since Monday.

On Catalina Island
for my sister's wedding.

I didn't have any service until
the ferry got back
to LA this morning,

and as soon as it did,
I checked Gabe's biodata,

and that's when I saw
he didn't have any.

-You checked his biodata?
-Through the GeneGevity app.

That's Gabe's company.

You can share vitals
with other users
in your circle.

I checked Gabe's every morning.

Seems very intimate
for an employer-employee
relationship.

Well, we were so much more.

Not-- Not like that.

When I met Gabe,
I was struggling.

I-- I'd just lost my mom

and all my master's degree
ever did for me was land me
in a ton of debt.

-What'd you get your degree in?
-19th-century art and textiles.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Well, everything changed
after I went to one
of Gabe's seminars.

He was so charismatic
and alive.

His mission inspired me
to stop feeling
sorry for myself

and make the most of my life,
and I've been working
for him ever since.

What exactly was his mission?

Life extension.

GeneGevity is a pioneer
in gene hacking.

Gabe believed that
with the right diet,

exercise and self-care,
we could bypass the bad genes

and amp the good ones
to slow down the aging process

until eventually
it stops altogether.

Gabe made himself
the living proof.

He was showing the world
that it worked.

In other words, the guy who was
trying to live forever just
got murdered.

I wasn't just given the name
Healthiest Man on Earth.

I earned it.

Here at GeneGevity, we strive
to create ethical
science-backed practices

tailored to you
and your individual needs.

We believe you have
a long life ahead of you.

Live it well.

No, no.
This is the kind of thing
that drives me nuts.

We're all supposed to think
that we can live like this guy.

He's got a sauna and a staff.

Give me Gabe's time and money,
and I'll live it well too.

Says the woman
with Fun Dip in her purse.

"Biohack Your Workouts."

"Your Refrigerator
is Your Medicine Cabinet."

"The One Gut Worm
Everyone is Talking About."

Oh. Click on that one.

You know, I did
a GeneGevity juice cleanse
once and I felt great after.

I even considered
signing up for the program,

but I was not comfortable
sending in bio samples.

-What's a bio sample?
-It comes off of you
or out of you.

GeneGevity wants you to pop it
in the mail and send it on in.

-Moving on.
-You don't want
to talk about poop?

Nope, enemies.

Other than the postal service,
I'm assuming,

who else might have had
an issue with old Gabe?

Pharmaceutical CEOs and doctors
all spoke out against
GeneGevity,

but GeneGevity has done
a lot of good for a lot
of people.

That's why his users
are all fanatical.

Actually,
not all of Gabe's customers
were fans.

I did a public record search.

In the last few months,

GeneGevity and Gabe
were being sued by a woman
named Siobhan McBreyer.

-What did she sue them for?
Huh.
-Child support.

We haven't seen anything
about Gabe having a child.

If he was keeping
the child a secret

and McBreyer's lawsuits
weren't getting her anywhere,

- she may have been mad enough to kill.
- -Mmm.

A secret love child
and revenge murder.

It's like a telenovela.

Invite her in for a chat.

Oz is taking a day off, right?
You mind going
through Gabe's videos solo?

Let's see if there's
any other secrets he's hiding.

You got it.

You wanna check out
this gut worm video first?

Ugh.

Excuse me. We're having
a memorial for my father
here in a few days,

but his headstone
still hasn't been installed.

I'm sorry about that.
Are you sure it was ordered?

Yeah, my mother said
she ordered it months ago.

We install the monuments
the day we receive them.

You might want to check
on that order.

Thanks.

Assistant's alibi checks out.

Spoke to multiple guests
who saw
Renata at her sister's wedding.

Oh.

Siobhan McBreyer's here.

And she's off our suspect list.

-We don't know that.
-We don't?

She's about a thousand
months pregnant,

and you think she got the jump
on the healthiest man alive?

Yeah, no.

Ms. McBreyer,
thanks for coming in.

I'm Detective Karadec.
This is our consultant,
Morgan Gillory.

We understand
you are suing Gabe Rafferty?

Did he sic you on me?

Because I am within my rights
to mail him

as many notices as I want
until he responds.

Well, that's not why
we brought you in.

Mr. Rafferty's dead.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course he's dead.
It's great, it's great.

What happened to him? Hmm?
Was it painful?

Please tell me it was painful.

Uh, it looked like
it was probably painful. Yeah.

You don't seem very upset
for someone who just lost
the father of her unborn child.

Well, Gabe's not the father.
I never met the guy.

But you're suing him
for child support?

He wasn't the baby's dad,
but he's still responsible
for her.

What does this have to do
with child support?

My ex-husband didn't want kids.

I took the precautions,
and they worked
until nine months ago,

and Andy accused me
of doing it on purpose.

So, he left?

Yeah. He was long gone
before I even thought to check
the pills from GeneGevity

'cause that's when I saw
that the multivitamin
was different

from the originals
the company sent.

GeneGevity changed the pills
and didn't tell you?

They switched manufacturers
to a cheaper one that used
different ingredients.

Did they add St. John's wort
to this new one?

Mm-hmm.

-And what is that?
-It's an herb.

People take it for depression
or skin irritations,

but it has a lot
of drug interactions,

including messing up
your birth control pills,

which I'm assuming are
those precautions
you're talking about.

Yeah. And the company
stopped taking my calls.

So I needed to get
their attention somehow.

So you sued them
for child support.

First the company, then Gabe.

I didn't think I would win,
but I'd hoped to get him
into court

so that I could talk
to him face to face,
appeal to his humanity.

Look, I didn't kill Gabe.

I was furious with him,
but not enough to risk having
this baby born in prison.

Whoa.

You know there's a more
comfortable couch
right over here.

-Why don't you go sit down?
-Thanks. Thank you.

What the hell
was Gabe thinking?

Herbal drug interactions
are no joke,
and he would know that.

And for what?

So his billion-dollar company
could save a few hundred grand?

Well, maybe his company wasn't
as flush with money
as we thought.

Let's pay GeneGevity
a little visit.

Place doesn't look like
it's hurting for money.

Mmm.

-Ooh. Don't eat those.
-Why?

Bio samples.

Why so close?

I'm sorry,
GeneGevity is closed
to visitors today.

We've suffered a loss.

That's why we're here.

We need to speak to whoever's
in charge of GeneGevity's
finances.

That was Gabe.

Our board might be
able to help,
but they're currently occupied.

They've gathered
to share reflections
and grieve as a family.

Damn it!

- I told you this already!
- I don't believe you!

-You have a lot of nerve,
you know that?
-I have a lot of nerve?

-Yeah, you do.
-That's funny...

Suppose every family reflects
and grieves in their own way.

You do this every--
- No! Your words, your words.

-You knew what you were doing!
-You are delusional!

-The numbers don't lie!
-No! But you do!

Excuse me. Detective Karadec,
LAPD. How about we all
just take a step back?

-Tell me what's going on here.
-Happy to.

My dear coworker Leona

is a manipulative resource hog
who had my lab programs killed.

I didn't kill your programs,
Carter!

If anything,
your bloated budget ate mine!

We were this close to
a breakthrough!

Please. All those
secretive meetings with Gabe,

and then, boom,
you get a new MRI machine?

I did not get
an MRI machine, but you--

-Oh.
-Oh, what?

Neither of you
got your equipment,
and I think I know why.

You guys familiar
with the old phrase
"the check's in the mail"?

It's been a way to delay
payment since the invention
of paper checks.

I'm so sorry.
The check's in the mail.

Gabe was taking that old trick
one step further.

Check's in the mail.

On paper, he was buying goods
but wiring the funds
to himself.

I sent it.
The check's in the mail.

If the vendors got suspicious,
Gabe would just hit him
with a...

The check's in the mail.

Gabe kept your
department siloed
and the finances hidden,

and so you'd blame each other.

Wait, what are you saying?
Gabe was embezzling?

We're saying your boss
was bleeding GeneGevity dry

one fraudulent transaction
at a time.

And if anyone here
knew about it,
that's motive to kill.

No wonder Gabe never let anyone
near the books.
GeneGevity's broke.

And you have no idea
what he did with the money?

No, this company was his life.

Well, it might have cost him
his life.

-Where were the both
of you last night?
-Here, working.

You can ask our staff.

Neither of us would kill Gabe.
We can vouch for each other.

You two were about to kill
each other when we walked in.

What's going on
with this sudden truce?

'Cause we both care
about this company's mission.

Or what was our mission.

When the investors find out
about this fraud,
they're gonna pull the money.

We're gonna need a list
of these investors
so that we can--

You guys need to get that?

Uh, we got a video message.

It's from Gabe.

If you're receiving
this message,
my natural life is over.

Upon my death,
hopefully many years from now,

I've instructed my attorneys
to share this message
of love with you all.

What will follow
will be a period of change,

but rest assured,
the most important
things will remain constant,

and you won't be out at sea
without a captain for long.

My successor will be
in contact soon.

Live well, my friends.

Weird.

Any idea who
this successor might be?

-Mom, you home?
-In here.

Why didn't you tell me you
were coming?

I would have
had some food ready.

-It's okay, I'm not hungry.
-Oh. You will eat.

-Oh. By the way,
I ran into Nadia...
-Hmm?

...and apparently her son
wants to be a detective now.

Last week it was podcasts.
I can't keep up.

But I told her that
he could call you for advice.

Yeah, sure.

I went to the cemetery today.

Anne ,

did you order Dad's headstone?

I know losing Dad has been
hard, but we've moved
the memorial twice already.

If you need me to sort out
the headstone,
I can do it.

Your father isn't gonna have
a headstone.

What do you mean?

There's no money for it.

But you said you used Dad's
life insurance to pay
for the funeral expenses.

I did. I--
Well, I-I-I thought I did.

I-I went to-- to meet
with the funeral director,

made the arrangements,
uh, then there
were more costs and...

so many decisions and...
I don't know what happened,
but...

-Anne .
-The-- The money is gone.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I'm embarrassed,
and I didn't want you to worry.

So, you thought it was better
just to wait for me
to find out?

I'm sorry, Lev.

But we can still have
the memorial.

Without a headstone?

Dad deserves better than that.

So, your mom called me
this morning.

She said you two had a fight,
and since you weren't picking
up your phone,

she wanted me to see
if you were okay.

It wasn't a fight,
and I'm fine.

Are you sure?

'Cause, look,
it just seems like you--

Daph, I really don't want to
talk about it if that's okay.

-Sorry.
-Okay.

What do you got for me?

Uh, the financial crimes team
looked into GeneGevity's books

and Gabe's personal finances.

Gabe was definitely embezzling
from the company,

but he wasn't keeping
the money for himself.

No vanity purchases
like cars or boats.
No gambling debts either.

So, what was he buying?

At first, other companies.

Most of them make sense
for him.

Neural brain tech start-ups,
software companies,
a skincare brand.

Then a year ago he bought
a nursing home in Santa
Clarita. Brookville Manor.

Since then, all the money
he stole went there.

So, a 55-year-old
who was healthier
than most 25-year-olds

bought a nursing home?
For what?

-No idea.
-Hmm.

Well, I guess I'm picking
up Morgan
on my way to Santa Clarita.

Millions of dollars
of stolen money spent on this?

I didn't see anything
on the website
about it being closed,

but this place looks abandoned.

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Karadec.
This is Morgan Gillory.

Jesse Lascala.

-Mr. Lascala,
did you know Gabe Rafferty?
-Yes, I worked for him.

We have reason to believe that
Mr. Rafferty was funneling

large sums of money
to this facility,
but there are no patients here.

Where was the money
going exactly?

To the therapy team,
physical, occupational speech.

It's why Gabe purchased
Brookville Manor.

We have the best specialists
and equipment in the country.

He relocated the residents
so he could have
our full focus.

Okay. Uh, but by all accounts,
Gabe was incredibly healthy.

Why would he need therapists?

To help him reach
his full human potential.

Oh.
What the hell does that mean?

Let me show you.

Are we in a morgue?

I don't think these
are actual bodies.

Explain. Quickly.

It's best if Gabe explains
for himself.

Gabe?

Gabe, you have visitors.

How wonderful.

Please, join me.

So, how's this work?
We supposed to push a button
or something?

We can continue
on our own, Jesse.
Thank you.

Ms. Gillory, Detective Karadec,
it's a pleasure to meet you.

How do you know who we are?

I scanned your faces
and ran it through
facial recognition software.

Mm-mmm. Don't like that.

Now, I'm assuming
you're here about my death.

You know you're dead?

Well, I know my physical body
is gone, yes, but that
doesn't mean that I'm dead.

-No, it does though.
-I'm pretty sure it does.

Perhaps at one time
that was true, but with
advancements in technology,

we can exist far beyond
our corporeal reality.

I'm proof of that.

But the lack
of a physical presence
can be unsettling,

so I'm taking steps
to remedy that.

Aha. So that's
why the crash test dummies.

I prefer humanoid
robot replica.

Hang on, are you trying to
put yourself into one of these?

Ugh.

Look.

-Weird.
-So this is why you
bankrupted GeneGevity?

For some robots?

I regret the steps
I had to take to get here.

It's taken more time
and resources than I planned,

but my depth of knowledge has
the potential to help millions
of people.

It would be a waste
if it died with me.
Now it never will .

What does that mean?

Every email, text, video
and book I've ever read

or written was uploaded
into this form .

Hang on, are you saying that
everything that Gabe knew,
you know?

Yes .

Okay.

Um, first question,
who killed you?

- I can't answer that.
- Shoot.

I can't believe
we're doing this.

Okay.

Other than the, uh,
users and investors
you've defrauded,

did Gabe have any enemies?

I've received a few death
threats over the years,
none I found serious.

May 2011, December 2015,
March 2020, August 2024.

I also received other less
directly threatening messages.

- I've dropped the list
to your phones .

- Really?
- We'll look at those.

Meantime, your routine the day
you were killed,

was there anything unusual
about it?

I assume I followed
my normal routine.

Awake at 7:00,
self-care protocols,
GeneGevity work,

meditation at 9:00 p.m.,
and then in bed right after .

Well, did you ever go to bed
in your meditation room?

No. A strict sleep
routine is essential.

That's why the house is set
to go into Do Not Disturb mode
promptly at 10:15.

10:15? No.

The panel at your house said
Do Not Disturb went on
at 9:00 p.m.

Why would it be any different
on the day you were killed?

My operating system
is connected
to my home's monitoring system.

Let me check.

My password was used
to adjust the Do Not Disturb
at 9:05.

So Gabe did change
the settings.

No, it wasn't me.
I was in the house.

So, are you saying someone
accessed the panel remotely?
Who?

Let me che... Let me che...

Uh, Jesse, Gabe died.

You're telling me
there are no headstone
companies

closer to Los Angeles
than Italy?

I get that's what
she ordered, but I...

You know what, how about I stop
by your funeral home
after my shift

as a police detective,
and then we have a chat?

No, it's not a threat,
just a conversation.

We'll clear this up face
to face.

Detective Ozdil.
A word, please.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I should have
stepped out to take that call.

-Won't happen again.
-You're not in trouble, Oz.

I'm worried about you.

What's going on?

Okay. Um...

The $20,000 headstone my mother
bought for my dad is stuck
in a shipping container

in Genoa, racking up export
fees she can't pay because
the insurance money is gone.

$20,000.

-I don't know what she
was thinking.
-She probably wasn't thinking.

Not clearly anyway.

It sounds like the funeral
home took advantage of her
and she was upsold.

It's disgusting.

But unfortunately common.
It's not her fault.

It's my fault.

I wasn't there.

My dad,
he was always there for us.

After he died, I should
have stepped up like
he always did, but I just...

My mom had to
handle everything.

The paperwork, the funeral,
the hospital, all of it alone.

I mean, what kind of
son lets that happen?

A grieving one.

When my mom passed, I was lost.

I was suddenly the matriarch
of my big, complicated family.

It was a lot.

And the one person
I always counted on
to get me through

when life got tough
was the one that was gone.

How'd you get through it?

The same way you will.

With time.

But healing only happens
when you stop inflicting
yourself with new wounds.

Yeah.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

So, the robot gave you
the lead?

Yes, and I know how
that sounds.

Gabe Two gave us a list
of digital threats
that Gabe received.

Over the past few months,
the only person capable

and angry enough
to take down the bot
was the founder of a startup

that Gabe bought
and then shuttered.

A guy named Mika Astor.

- You want me to pick him up for boticide?
- The lieutenant's gonna love that.

Actually, we think that Gabe
and Gabe Two's murders
were related.

Jesse said
when the bot went down,

it looked like when he'd seen
Gabe Two being rebooted.

Only a few people have
the skill to do that remotely.

Whoever overrode
the bot's securities

could've done the same
with Gabe's home network.

Okay. I'll bring Mika in
and see what he knows.

I've advised my client not
to speak.

All questions are to be
directed to me.

Wonderful.

Your client owned
a company, Chatabelle,

that was sold eight months ago
to Gabe Rafferty.

-Is that correct?
-Yes.

Chatabelle specialized
in a language learning software

for "companion experiences."

In other words,
AI virtual girlfriends.

That is so reductive.

I provided a cutting edge
invaluable service
to thousands of--

Mika.

Gabe bought Chatabelle
from you for a hefty price tag.

But then you
started harassing him
to sell you the company back.

This is a business matter.

Why is Major Crimes
so interested?

Gabe Rafferty
was recently murdered
in his secure home.

Your client had the motive and
ability to spoof Gabe's
password and enter his house.

That's ridiculous.

Mika's a genius.

He would never throw his life
away over something as trivial
as one start-up.

You didn't think it was
trivial, did you? Chatabelle
was important to you.

You wanted it back
to right a wrong.

-It was my company.
-Mika.

Chatabelle was everything
to me.

Gabe said he'd let me come
work for him so I could still
be a part of it.

But instead he pushed you out.

After he made me sign
a noncompete clause.

Five years.

That's a death sentence
in this industry.

I brought that stupid bot
to life.

And you had every right
to take it out.

What about human Gabe?
You take him out too?

According to Gabe
Two's records, someone accessed
the panel at 9:00 p.m.

Why are these plants dying?

Gabe's got plants all
over the house.
They're as healthy as he is.

What's going on with these?

- Oh.
- What'd you do?

Not sure, honestly,
but I think whoever was messing

with the Do Not Disturb mode
also set it to lock this door.

So somebody wanted
to lock Gabe in here. Why?

Maybe they stabbed him,
wanted him to bleed out

without any chance
of getting help.

Did the ME email
you the report?

Yeah. What do you need to know?

Did it say anything
about his nasal passages?

Nasal passages showed
signs of inflammation.
His throat too.

ME seems to think
it might have been a reaction

to the steroidal nasal spray
he used.

No, it was a reaction
to something else.

An intruder didn't stab Gabe.
Gabe stabbed himself.

Why would he do that?

Because he preferred it
to the alternative.

Dead bugs, scorched plants.

I think I know what happened.

Someone rigged this room
to fill with toxic gas

and locked Gabe
in here with it.

He tried to get out,
but there was no escape.

The symptoms of it
must have been excruciating

if Gabe was willing to choose
killing himself over his dreams
of immortality.

You think the gas was set
to go off when the Do Not
Disturb was triggered?

And we just triggered it again.

Thanks, Selena.

Soto's sending a team over
here to get us out.
They'll be here soon.

-How soon?
-As quickly as possible.

Well, that's not fast enough.

We don't even know where
this gas is coming from.

It could be coming from here,
it could be from any
of these things.

The vents,
or there could be, like,
a-a hidden pipe

that we don't know about, or it
could be coming up
through the floor.

I hear you, but still,
it doesn't make any sense
to panic.

It's not panic.
I'm not panicking.

It's the... That's just math.
It's a ten-by-ten room.

We've got oxygen
plus carbon dioxide
times two people breathing it,

plus whatever gas this is.

That doesn't add up
to much time
is all I'm saying, okay?

If I knew what the gas was,
I could come up with a plan,

but we don't know that.

But what we do know
is that a person
who wanted to live forever

chose to end his own life

rather than suffer
whatever this gas was going to
do to him.

-So, what exactly does
that do for us?
-Morgan.

-I just ne...
Leave me alone for a second.
-Morgan.

Please leave me alone
for a second. I gotta think.
I just... I need to think.

How do we get out of here?

Morgan, you have to slow down.
Just take a breath.

A breath? Taking a breath
is not what
we should be doing right now.

-How are you so calm?
-Because panicking
doesn't help.

Okay. Well, neither does
just standing there.

I gotta do the
"five, four, three, two, one"
thing.

I need five things
I can see. I can see...

Uh...

A salt lamp and a bowl
and matches. A dead...

Dying plants.
How many was that?

-Morgan--
-Four. Stop.

I gotta ground.
Four things I can...
I can touch. I touch the floor.

I don't know
if the floor counts as one.

What is the name of that stool?
That stool has a name.

You know who'd know the name
of that stool?

Elliot would know
the name of that. He
really loves stuff like this.

He's such a smart boy,
but he's not gonna be able to
understand this.

Oh, God! Ava already
had one parent
leave her. I can't leave her.

-You are not going
to leave her--
-Stop! Three things I hear.

Three things I hear.
I can't smell anything.

Chloe is just a baby.
You don't understand.

She needs her mom,
and she's a baby.

-You're not gonna be
leaving your--
-I can't... I-I can't breathe.

Adam, I can't breathe.
Stop! Leave it!

-I can't breathe! Please don't.
-It's okay.

- It's okay.
- It's not okay.

I'm right here.
Morgan, it's gonna be okay.
I've got you.

I'm not going anywhere.

It's okay. I've got you.
I'm not gonna let you go.

I got you.

I'm not going anywhere.

I got you.
I'm not letting you go.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Oh.

You're okay.

See?

Selena? Yeah.
Yeah, the door is open.

We're fine. Okay.

All right, I will.

Soto got Mika
to, uh, access
the doors remotely.

Mirror neurons.

-What?
-It's a...

It's just an unconscious,
empathetic brain response.
Like a yawn.

Your breathing
and your heart rate were calm,

so they calmed mine down,
so... ...thank you.

So, um, you're good?

Yeah, I'm good.
Let's get back to work.

Okay, so we didn't drop dead.

That's exciting.

Maybe the gas needed more time
to fill up the room.

Or maybe the door locking
isn't what triggered it.

I checked Gabe's biodata
through the GeneGevity app .

No forced entry.

Housekeeper said
the alarm was still set
when she got here .

You're right.

Gabe triggered it.

But he was set up.

I know who did it.

-Thanks for coming in.
-Anything I can do for Gabe.

That's sweet.
That's not anything
new though, is it?

You've been helping Gabe out
for about eight years.

Well, I like to think
we were helping each other.

I mean, Gabe was such
an amazing person.

That would be much easier
to believe if you weren't
the one that killed him.

I have no idea what you're
talking about. I wasn't even
in LA when Gabe was killed.

You didn't need to be.

The ME confirmed that there
were traces
of arsenic in Gabe's airways.

He inhaled it before he died.

Which is an odd way
to get arsenic into your body.

Arsenic was once referred to
as "inheritance powder"

because of its use
in getting rid
of unwanted family members.

Then, for a while,
copper arsenite
became the dye of choice

for those looking to up
their fashion game.

They called it Scheele's green.

Especially once
incandescent light bulbs
showed up.

People really wanted
their dresses to pop.

That didn't work out so well.

But clothes weren't
the only thing
people used the dye in.

It snuck into candy,
wallpaper,
and for a while... candles.

Only trouble was, burning
the candles released
arsenic gas into the air,

but you already
knew that, didn't you?

Your study of 19th-century arts
and textiles taught you
all about it.

The candles provided the
perfect cover. When Gabe lit
them and released the gas,

you were
at your sister's wedding
on Catalina.

And that timing
was very poetic,
wasn't it?

Because your sister
is part of the reason
you wanted Gabe dead.

-I don't understand
any of this.
-Yeah, you do.

You see this scar?
That's a port scar
from chemotherapy.

Your sister is undergoing
cancer treatment.
She has breast cancer.

The same cancer that took
your mother, the same cancer
you're worried about getting.

GeneGevity was researching
the BRCA genes
that you and your family carry.

Or they were

until Gabe started embezzling
funds and they had to shut
down the program.

Gabe betrayed you,
and you returned the favor.

Mika's already confessed.
He said he's the one that told
you about the box.

He came by Gabe's house looking
to get his company back,
and you two hatched a plan.

He had the skills
to clone Gabe's passwords.

All he needed to know from you
was when to remotely deploy
the Do Not Disturb.

And since Gabe follows
a strict routine, it really
wasn't a difficult ask.

You waited
until you had an alibi

and swapped out Gabe's regular
meditation candles for the ones
with the green dye,

knowing his housekeeper
changes them daily.

And Gabe took
care of the rest.

I was upset when I found
out GeneGevity had shut
down the BRCA research,

but when Mika told me what Gabe
was actually spending
the money on,

I was livid.

A robot of himself.

I mean,
I... I couldn't believe it.

I confronted him about it,
and you know what he said?

"Sacrifices have to be made."

My sister
and I aren't sacrifices
that he gets to make.

He was stealing our future.

So you decided that Gabe
shouldn't have a future either.

Maybe with Gabe
and his bot out of the way,

GeneGevity can get back
on track. They can start
their research again

and give people
like me and my sister
a fighting chance.

Gabe deserved to die.

You know,
I never thought of you
as the sentimental type.

I am so surprised
you kept this.

But why? It was a gift, right?

Do you remember what you said
when I gave it to you?

- No.
- Nothing.

You just stared at it
for the longest time.

And then when you finally
looked up at me, you had
this expression on your face

like you weren't really sure
it was for you.

I didn't think I deserved it.

Or you.

And now?

Lucia, honestly, I don't know.

I hope I've changed enough
to be who you need, but--

Adam, you were always
who I needed.

I wasn't the one who needed
to be convinced of that.

You broke my heart
when you called
off our engagement.

But I think you broke
yours too.

I don't want to hurt you again.

Then don't.

-It's--
-Perfect.

Dad would have been proud.

Rumor is you pulled
some strings.

The funeral home
just happens to be

-on my way home from work.
-Mmm.

And in violation
of the FTC rules against
predatory price gouging.

-That could cost
them their license.
-Yeah, it could.

But they generously
offered Mrs. Ozdil
a full refund,

and they gave her the headstone
she actually wanted.

I thank you all for being here.

Not all of you met my dad.

But I can tell you
he would have loved you.

Talked your ear off.

Had us all laughing
till the sun came up.

He used to tell me
that all of this...

doesn't last forever.

That's the point.

It takes loss to really know
what you have.

Family.

Friends.

Friends who become family.

You gotta hold them all
just a little tighter.

Life is beautiful
because it's brief...

and death...

is just the beginning
of something new.

-It was a nice service.
-Yeah, it was.

It's good that we
could be here for Oz.

Okay. You, uh...

have a good day, partner.

-That was really weird.
-Yeah, well, it's weird.
I feel weird.

I'm horrified about
what happened at Gabe's.

I just completely fell apart.

And it's not something
I typically love
doing in front of other people.

Well, I'm not other people.
I'm your partner.

Yeah, that's worse. You should
be able to count on me
when we're in trouble.

I just was a giant
useless mess.

Are you really apologizing
for being human, Morgan?

Come on, we're a team.
We count on each other.

-You would've done
the same for me.
-When?

In what world is Adam Karadec
falling apart on the job?

Well, just 'cause it hasn't
happened yet
doesn't mean that it won't.

And when that time comes,
I know that, out of
all the people in my life,

you will know exactly
what to do.

Thanks.

Do you need me to punch that
other shoulder to just
even you out?

I need you to get out of here
before your car breaks down
again.