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Previously on Wild Cards.

Next week I started volunteering
at Hemsworth Prison.

Now I know it doesn’t pay.

George, I’m proud of you.

I love Jessica, but that
doesn’t mean I should have

to choose between her
and my best friend.

You’re my best friend, too.

This is my home.

My life.

We must be prepared
to leave in a moment’s notice.

Just dropped by to make sure
everything is on track.

Need I remind you
failure is not an option.

We got this because one
wrong move and we’re dead

and so is everybody else
we love.

[Max]
Would you please sit down?

I can’t sit, because
if I sit, I’ll think.

And if I think I’ll picture
all the ways

in which we end up in matching
orange jumpsuits.

This is just your
usual pre-show jitters.

You always get like this
right before a big job.

This one’s different, I just--

The stakes, Max, the stakes
are Everest, and I can’t.

Okay, look at me.

This isn’t our first rodeo.

The plan is tight, tested.

We’ve gamed it six ways
from Sunday.

And the last time I thought
I had it under control,

I blew our lives to smithereens.

Okay yes,
but we survived.

So far.

[sighs]

Oh, look at the time, honey.

Aren’t you going
to be late for work?

Day off.

Oh, so maybe brunch.

You, me, Ellis,
a little Eggs Benny.

Ellis has plans, all right?
It’s his high school reunion.

Flying solo?

Nope. He’s bringing Jessica.

Oh. Oh, I see.

See what.

I mean, that’s not
just a date, darling.

That’s a declaration.

Ugh! Get out!

Well, you don’t bare
your angst-ridden teen soul

to just any girlfriend.

Reunion equals intimacy.

Or humiliation, depending
on your playlist.

He’s opening
the vault for her, Max.

And I’d really like you
to notice

before it slams shut on you.

Okay. Can we just get back
to business?

Yes.

All we gotta do
is stick to the plan.

Okay. Right.

And, Mom...

I promise everything’s going
to be okay.

Right. Right.

I never thought I’d say this,

but I’m going
to be sorry to see you go.

Oh, right back at you, George.

I mean, most guys
finish their parole.

I’m just glad they’re not going
to break into my car again.

But you...

you went full Ted Lasso on me
and on those prison inmates.

Just trying to give back.

You were their mentor,
their counsellor,

giving second chances to guys
who never even had a first.

I really did enjoy it.

Today’s my last session
with the guys.

Oh, yeah?
How do you feel about that?

I’m not so good with endings
or change,

which is odd considering
the kind of life that I lead.

I mean, led.

Mm.

Well, look,
this doesn’t have to be goodbye.

Just uh...

Au revoir?

Well, if it’ll help make
the transition any easier,

we could still meet up every
couple of months.

Are you saying you’re going
to miss me?

I’m saying I’ve had worse
company on this bench.

I’ll put that on a plaque.

[both chuckle]

You know what?
I think I’d like that.

You’ve been more than just
a parole officer to me.

You’ve been a real friend.

Take care, George.

[music thumping]

♪...what’s the dealio? ♪

♪ Party crasher,
penny snatcher. ♪

♪ Call me up if you
a gangsta. ♪

♪ Don’t be fancy. ♪

♪ Just get dancey. ♪

♪ Why so serious? ♪

♪ So raise your glass
if you are wrong. ♪

♪ in all the right ways ♪

Sorry, I’m late.

You weren’t
about to bail, were you?

I was thinking about it.

And I’m still thinking about it.

The whole point of a high school
reunion is the scoreboard.

Winners and losers.

Spoiler alert, you’re
in the winner’s column.

Plus, the registration is giving
out party favours.

Lip balm?

Emobomb more precisely, infused
with aromatherapy scents.

The tagline is
bloom softly, burn brightly.

Cute, right?

I also brought you this.

Your reunion badge.

I think you must
have forgotten it.

Yeah, I must have forgotten it.

No, Jess, I’m not putting
that on.

Everybody else is.

No. Absolutely not.

I think you look adorable.

You are enjoying this
way too much.

Oh, yeah.

Wait. Cole!

Cole, the mole!

Ray.

You got guts, man.

I’ll give you that.

I’m gonna burn this place down.

Okay, let’s play a game.

And if I win, you tell me
what all that was about.

Okay.

Mean girls at 12:00.

Cheekbones, brunette.
She’s the alpha.

That’s Lexi.

That blonde, loyal sidekick.

That’s Amber.

Other blonde, human wallpaper.

And that’s Hannah.

Okay, you’re good at this.

Now, about the mole moniker.

Mole man.

I almost didn’t recognize you.

- Brock.
-Came back for more, eh?

Oh, you always were
a sucker for punishment.

Hilarious.

Former quarterback,
still a bully.

Yeah, I was
an easy target back then.

You could have landed a plane
on my face from the acne glow.

I still hate him.

Now will you please tell me
what’s with the mole thing?

Is it mole as in--

Mr. Loomis?

Cole. Oh, I was so
hoping I’d see you today.

Yeah.

Look at you.
You look great.

Thank you.

And this lovely lady must
be your--

Human shield. Jessica.

Human shield.

Mr. Loomis was
the high school librarian.

I still am actually.

You know, I’ve still got
a few more years

before they
stick me out on an ice floe.

And for Pete’s sake,
will you call me Terrence now.

Okay, okay.

You know, I don’t think
I would have made it

through high
school without this guy.

Oh. Come on.

Well, I’m glad to hear all
the memories aren’t bad.

Boy. Look at this,
Detective Cole Ellis.

[chuckles]

I always knew you’d make
something of yourself.

I always said,
you know what?

This guy is a lot tougher
than you think he is.

Nice to meet you, Jessica.

-Good to see you, Cole.
-You, too.

[bell dinging]

Okay, listen up losers.
Your Queen has news.

As of this morning,
my company, Emobomb,

was bought by a major global
cosmetics brand.

[squeals]

Which makes me
500 times a millionaire.

Oh.

Which also makes me
done with this dump.

Buh bye.

Still losers... always will be.

You’re all dead to me.

[glass smashes]

Oh!

[screams]

Someone call 9-1-1!

[theme music]

Oh, nothing says high school
reunion like chalk outlines

and trauma counselling.

A reunion nightmare.

There they are.

Ellis.

Hey, Chief.

You remember Jessica?

Hi.

Hey.

So, what exactly happened here?

Victim’s name is Lexi Chandler.

She just collapsed
out of nowhere.

I went to go check her pulse,
but she was gone.

Where are the others?

Not to worry, I already
locked the place down.

I’m holding everyone in
the gym until we know more.

And what was the--

Oh my God, look at
the size of your head.

It needs its own area code.

Max.

And the zits.

I swear, if we connect the dots,
it would spell "help me".

Okay, laugh it up.

Howdy, delinquents.

Somebody’s getting
detention for this.

What’s a prelim, Olive?

Blue lips,
blue fingertips.

Classic cyanosis.

And this.

[Max] Blood.

Yeah, but it’s brown.

Which means what?

Internal organs suffered
extreme oxygen deprivation.

Translation, she was poisoned.

She looked drunk.

She was dizzy and slurring.

We just thought she had
too much champagne.

Not champagne, chemistry.

What was it?

Best guess, sodium nitrite.

In the right dose,
quite lethal.

Is it easily accessible?

Very.

In fact, it’s often found
in your friendly neighbourhood

high school science lab.

Oh. Game on.

Hang tight. Okay?
I’ll be right back.

Okay.

[Chief Li] We need to talk
sodium nitrite.

It’s kept in here with
the other hazardous chemicals.

Who else has access to the keys?

I’m the only
science teacher, so just me.

The cabinet’s been
locked since Friday.

How can you be sure?

I take inventory
at the end of every week.

Um... everything was fine.

And where were you
when Lexi collapsed?

In the cafeteria
with everybody else.

And before that?

I’ve been here
since 10:00 AM, grading papers.

You didn’t leave?

Well, at noon,
I opened the school doors

for the reunion crowd.

Are you sure it was noon?

Yeah. Even on the weekends,
the school bell still ring.

I heard the lunch bell
and went down to open up.

It’s my first year here.

Apparently, it’s the new guy
who has to babysit

the former prom kings and queens
on the weekend.

So, the sodium nitrite?

Oh, right.

Uh, okay. Yeah.

Wait. Um...

No, no, no.

What’s wrong?

I keep the sodium
nitrite right here.

Always.

Alphabetical
colour-coded, the whole deal.

It’s right there.
So what’s the problem?

It’s been moved.

How can you tell?

I get real OCD about this.

You know, kids and chemicals.

Every bottle has its
exact spot, label facing out.

If anything’s even a hair off,
I notice.

Well, I noticed too,
that bottle’s crooked.

The label’s turned.

So if it was all good yesterday

and you just opened
the door at noon today,

And sodium nitrite
can take up to

half an hour
to result in death.

Then whoever grabbed
the poison was in this room

between 12:00 and 12:30.

Looks like we got
our murder timeline.

You know, it smells like
a landfill in here, right?

I prefer stakeout chic.
Thank you.

Stakeout chic?

Stakeout chic smells a whole
lot like old stale burrito.

Just sit back and relax, okay?
This could take a while.

All right.

Li said it could be
a hotbed for drug runners,

money launderers.

We sit, we watch,
we nail them.

All right.
[notification alert]

Oh, man.

Look what Max just sent me.

Must be from the reunion.

What’s Max doing there, anyway?
I thought he was taking Jessica.

Maybe he wants
the combo platter.

You ever go to any of
your high school reunions?

No, no.

Leave the past in the past.
You know what I mean?

I don’t know.

I think remembering beginnings
is kind of nice.

Do you remember ours?

Hm?

The day we became partners.

I seem to remember that you
took a while to warm up to me.

That’s because you attacked me.

Correction. I evaluated you.

Nice ski mask.

Surprise entry.
Tactical pressure test.

That’s what you do.

Tactical pressure test.
You bit me.

And you bit me back.

That’s when I knew
we were meant for each other.

That’s it.
We got movement.

[knocking on window]

Delivery for Yates.

Yeah.

Eternal thanks noble purveyor
of foiled rap delights.

Whatever.

You ordered food?

To a stakeout?

Yeah, from your favourite,
El Legislador.

This one’s yours, okay.
Extra cheese.

Your favourite.

Oh, this one’s mine.

Extra beans.

Oh, God.

Okay, class.
Pay attention.

Grant left the lab around noon.

Olive says it takes
about 30 minutes

for the poison to kick in.

And Lexi dropped dead at 1:00.

Gold star, Cole.

Which means our killer
had to spike the drink

around 12:00, 12:30.

A+ to the Chief.

That leaves about a 30
minute smash and grab window.

Break into the lab, grab
the goods, spike the drink.

Olive’s taken Lexi’s champagne
glass for testing.

Okay, but all of this presumes
that Grant’s not our guy.

How can you be so sure?

Because he’s new.

He has no ties to Lexi
or the sad reunion.

Presuming he’s telling
the truth.

If Grant wanted someone gone,

why would he use poison with
a neon flashing sign

saying "property of
science teacher."

Fair. But I’m not ruling
him out completely.

I’m going to double check
his alibi.

In the meantime, let’s get a
lockdown on the food and drink.

Already done.

And I confiscated
everybody’s cell phones.

Including your
journalist girlfriend’s.

Yes, including my
journalist girlfriend.

Okay, look, we need to control
the narrative of this thing

before it goes public.

Ellis, you’re off this.

What?

You were on the scene
when it happened.

Making you a witness and with
a conflict of interest.

Sorry, but you’re benched.

Ooh. This is delicious.

Chief, it’s me.

This is not up for debate.

I think you should hand over
your badge and your gun

and your really
nice office chair.

You know, the one with the
only working lumbar thingy.

I can see you smiling.

You’re enjoying this
way too much.

I am Switzerland.

Max, you and I are gonna
split the witness list.

Let’s get eyes on
anyone upstairs

between 12:00 and 12:30.

Since our poison only walked
out of the lab around noon,

that screams crime
of opportunity.

All we know is someone
decided to kill Lexi.

Maybe it was
the sale of her company.

500 million is
a good reason to kill.

Well, there’s a lot of history
in Clearasil under that bridge.

I think it’s time we let
the real cops do their job.

Enjoy the lumbar
support while it lasts.

[teary] I loved Lexi, okay?

She was prom queen.
Like pure gravity.

I mean, sure, I was jealous.

Really?

Who wasn’t? But I was happy
just to be in her orbit,

even if she turned her circle
into a triangle.

So where were you around noon?

I wasn’t upstairs,
that’s for sure.

Hitting on that new
science teacher, Grant.

Everybody’s gonna tell you
they loved Lexi.

But that’s not true.

She lived to humiliate people.

She’s the one who
gave Ellis his nicknames.

Nicknames?

Sure. Like "Cole Cuts".
"Cole Ellis".

Lexi made him
a walking punchline.

Where were you
between noon and 12:30?

With my former chess club buds.

On the second floor?

Nah, I got checkmated
in the first floor gym.

Lexi wasn’t cruel.

She was a force of nature.

A tornado in a crop top.

BFFs. Even after all
these years.

Always.

Life took us to different cities
but Lexi was the glue.

One group chat,
one text and...

it was like
we were all 17 again.

Lexi and I even had
lunch about six months ago

when she blew through town.

Lexi and I? Prom royalty.

But after graduation, she just
wasn’t really my vibe anymore.

You two didn’t keep
in touch after high school?

No. Not really.
Different paths.

I’m, uh, happily married now.

Lexi never reached out,
not even a reunion text?

No, I didn’t expect her to.

And no, I was nowhere
near the second floor.

Lexi was toxic.

She dumped Brock after
he was benched in the big game.

I know she’s dead
and all, but let’s be real.

Okay, let’s.

Everyone hated her.

Including you?

Did you hate her enough
to kill her?

No way.

But there was one person
who did.

Senior prom.

She destroyed him in front
of everyone.

He never got over it.

Oh, man.
It was embarrassing.

So if you’re asking

who had the biggest motive
to kill Lexi, that’s easy.

Cole Ellis.

Cole Ellis.

Cole Ellis.

Cole Ellis.

Cole Ellis.

Chief, you can’t be serious.
I’m a suspect?

According to everyone,
you have motive.

Where there’s motive,
there’s murder.

Mr. Ellis, tell us the truth
and we’ll cut you a deal.

Max, come on.
This isn’t a joke.

I know.

I could have been working
with a murderer this whole time.

Ellis, tell us about prom.

Let’s just say back in
high school,

I wasn’t exactly
the most popular kid.

A couple of weeks
before senior prom,

I got paired with Lexi to do
this history project.

First, we got off to
a rough start,

but, all of a sudden,
one day we just...

we hit a groove.

You know, we started
having fun together.

I think it surprised
the both of us.

But long story short, we ended
up getting an A+ on the project.

And then?

And then she asked me to prom.

From dud to stud. Classic.

On prom night,

I picked Lexi up, I gave
her this corsage,

and I took her to the dance.

But as soon as we walked
into the cafeteria,

that’s when
the other shoe dropped.

Hannah, Amber Brock,
they were all there waiting,

laughing their asses
off at my,

believing that the most
popular girl in high school

would have went to prom...
with me.

Brock took Lexi by the hand
threw the corsage back at me,

and then he walked
her onto to the dance floor.

What a piece of work.

If she wasn’t already
dead, I’d kill her myself.

Ellis, did you interact
with Lexi this morning?

No. Between 12:00 and 12:30,
I was in the cafeteria.

I said that.

So, no alibi.

Max, there was like
100 people there.

So you admit no one can
confirm your whereabouts.

Hey, can we just
get back to work, please?

I already told you
you’re benched.

Chief, I’m an asset.
I know everyone here.

I’m telling you.

That’s the problem.

You can’t be an
objective investigator.

All right, fine.

Can you just tell me
what you know so far?

We talked to everyone except
a guy named Ron Zigowski.

He signed in, but no one’s
been able to find him.

Nobody listens to me
around here.

I just said he’s benched.

I know, old habits die
hard, even with a murderer.

Ziggy’s here, huh? Wow.

He was like the, uh,
Spicoli of our high school.

Total stoner.

Is he worth a look?

I mean, I wouldn’t have
thought so,

but it has been 15 years,
so people change, right?

Okay, civilian, we got this.

I’m keeping this.

Thanks, Ludo.
Five stars, buddy.

Yates, what the?

I’m still burping up burritos.
What is this?

Hold up.
Are these- are these kebabs?

Mmhmm. Todd’s kebabs and
cell phone emporium.

Okay.

One last time.

One last time?
What do you mean by that?

Todd’s packing up his
skewers for good this time.

His wife inherited
a beauty parlour.

Just like that, huh?

Shocking, isn’t it?

You rely on Todd.

The consistency of his kebabs,
friendship, camaraderie.

And then, out of nowhere,
just leaves.

Like your relationship
meant nothing to him

because he
found something better.

Yeah, well, things change.

That’s life.
It’s not all bad.

Change sucks.

Are...

Are you about to cry?

There’s no crying on stakeouts.

Hey, listen,
there’s gonna be other kebabs.

Not like these ones.

There’s no sign
of Ziggy anywhere.

Detective, you’re benched.

Oh, please.

It’s not like you’re already
drafting an article

in your head about all this.

I’m not benched.

What did the Chief want?

Strangely, he wanted
to know what you were

like in high school.

Oh, he did, did he?

- Mmhmm.
- Okay.

I was more punk than popular.

I smoked in the girls’ bathroom.
I wore way too much eyeliner.

And I was 100 percent certain

that I was gonna marry
Jack White.

Okay, so unlike me,
you were actually cool.

I was tremendously cool.

It’s too bad we
didn’t meet back then.

Hard truth.

I think that Teen Jess would
have ghosted Teen Ellis

before ghosting
was even a thing.

Think so?

There was a big difference
between cool and confident.

I hid behind ripped fishnets,
Doc Martens and a bad attitude.

That you’re too cool to even
go to your prom.

Oh, I went with 20-year-old
bad boy Liam,

who smelled
like cigarettes and sweat

and rode a motorcycle.

Okay. Yeah.

Teen Ellis definitely
couldn’t compete with that.

What’s wrong?

I’m glad we didn’t meet
back then.

I think you would have
been wasted on Teen Jess.

She was nowhere near mature
enough to appreciate

the genuine, honourable,
sexy man you are now.

You think I’m sexy, huh?

Well, don’t let it get
to your head.

Too late.

You want to hold hands
with the cool chick?

Yes, I do.

So you still got those fishnets?

Oh, keep dreaming, nerd.

This is our last session, boys.

And don’t worry.

I’m not going to turn
on the sap

and tell you all
how proud I am of you.

Because if you don’t know
that already, you’re idiots.

[all chuckles]

Speaking for the group,

I just want to say how much our
time together has meant to us.

Oh, thanks, guys.
That means a lot.

How about we read our
last journal entry?

Artie, do you want
to start us off?

Sure.

[alarm wails]

So Block D’s been flooded.

What happened?

100-year-old sewage
pipes is what happened.

Everyone’s been ordered
to stay where they are.

You too, George.
Get comfortable,

It may be a while.

Look, let’s double
back this way.

[bell ringing]

Ah! These hallways bringing
back any memories?

I dropped out of high school
to join a certain street gang.

Crimson Vipers
got you young, huh?

Yeah, too young.

You grow up quick
when you’re in a gang.

What about you?

I was always on the move,
so I was homeschooled.

I still learned trigonometry,

but I used it for
drawing blueprints for heists.

So no problem for you, either.

Nope.

Never feel like you missed out?

Sometimes I think it would
have been nice

to have a steady friend group.

Go to Sweet Sixteens,
pep rallies.

You know, the ushe.

How about you?

Yeah, I guess a normal
high school life

would have been a lot easier.

But then you wouldn’t have
become the man you are today.

Hey.

Look at this.

Someone didn’t like Lexi.

Nope.

[phone rings]

Olive.

I tested Lexi’s champagne
glass and the champagne itself.

There are no traces of sodium
nitrite on or in either.

So it wasn’t anything
she ate or drank.

But I did find traces of
the poison on her lips.

How did it get there?

Lip balm.

Her own brand.

Were you able to pull
any fingerprints

off the tube of lip balm?

Only the victims.

But I did discover
something surprising.

Cornstarch.

She needed to thicken something?

Surgical gloves.

Exactly.

The insides of surgical gloves
are coated with cornstarch.

It makes them easier to put on.

So the killer used gloves
to handle the lip balm.

If I find anything else,
I’ll let you know.

What if Lexi’s lip balm isn’t
the only one that was poisoned?

We have to gather up all
those lip balms and test them.

I’ll go tell the unis.

Okay. We need to get
the word out

before anyone else gets hurt.

The PA system.
I’ll make an announcement.

What are you two doing?

We were going to go make out
in the principal’s office.

Any updates?

Yeah. Lexi was poisoned
by her own lip balm.

I was gonna make an
announcement on the PA system.

Oh.

[Max gasps]

Oh my God!

That’s Ziggy.

Is he alive?

I’m going to call 9-1-1.

Yeah.

[loud gasp]

Oh, what the--

Smellis?

Oh, Smellis.
Is that you?

Wait. What did he call you?

Nothing.
He’s-- he’s delirious.

Oh. Smellis.
Smellis, my dude.

Okay, this day just keeps
getting better and better.

Look, Z, we have some questions
we need to ask you, okay?

I’m sorry, civilian.
You heard the Chief.

Go park yourself
over there and stay there.

I cannot believe Smellis
went full narc.

Tell me about Lexi.

Queen of mean.

What about her?

She died earlier today.

Oh, well...
Oh, that’s a trip.

Oh. She’s okay?

She’s dead.

Okay. Where were you
between 12:00 and 12:30?

Yeah, I was taking a stroll
down memory lane.

I saw Amber ducked in here.

Why?

Yeah, Amber, Lexi and Hannah,
they... suck.

What was Amber doing?

She’s gone nuts.

She was like tearing posters
and swearing under her breath.

Interesting.

Right?

Can you remember anything else?

No. No.
I saw Amber, hid out in here.

Place went up, and then I must
have dozed off,

because next thing
I know, there’s Smellis.

Oh my God, where is Smellis?

Found these in the trash can
near the science lab.

That’s awful.

I mean, why would anybody
do that?

Lexi was, like, the most
beautiful soul ever.

And, like, I miss her already.

We have a witness who saw you.

Okay, fine. It was me.
I tore them down.

I was mad, but only because

Lexi hijacked the entire
reunion that I planned.

How?

I have been planning this
reunion for months,

and then she just swoops in
last minute

and pays for, like,
a few bags of nachos

and plasters, her stupid lip
balm posters everywhere.

And then what?
She got all the credit.

We thought you two
were best friends.

So did I.

And then I saw her and Hannah
a few months ago

at Babette’s Bistro,
like together,

and they didn’t even invite me.

And Babette’s has like
the cutest happy hour ever.

And then this morning,

I saw the two of them
huddled together in the gym.

And when I tried to join in,
Lexi said that it was

a private conversation just
for her and Hannah.

I mean, like, excuse me.
She could be so fickle.

Oh, but I didn’t kill her.

You were the only person
on the second floor.

No, I wasn’t.

Ziggy doesn’t count.

I’m not talking about Ziggy.

Welcome to my old hideout.

I knew you weren’t a behind
the bleachers kind of guy.

It’s definitely no making
out happening here.

The library was always empty, so
I’d always come here to escape.

Mm.

Ah, see, I knew you’d be back.

I dug this out for you.

Oh, my God. I can’t believe
you still have a copy of that.

Justice Begins With Us,
an essay by Cole Ellis.

So you haven’t
changed at all, then?

Actually the essay is
pretty good,

but the story is
the real gold.

Tell me everything.

Cole was a senior and some of
the football boys

were picking on this scrawny
little freshman.

Now, Cole reported it to
the administration,

but they didn’t do anything.

So Cole, even though he was
smaller than all of them,

he walked right up to
the biggest jock

and right in
the middle of the cafeteria,

he broke his nose.

Well, those boys never
picked on that kid again.

That’s right.

But it also put a huge
target on my back,

which is why
I’d always hide in here.

Oh, that’s why they
called you Cole the Mole.

Holed up in the library.

Oh, my scrawny hero.

Okay.

I bet I can guess
who the jock was.

You lied about your
whereabouts earlier.

You were both seen
on the second floor.

We were just talking.

With your tongues.

Fine. It’s my fault.

I saw Brock go upstairs,
so I went looking for him.

I’ve had a crush since school,

but Lexi got
to him before I did.

So today, after a few
glasses of champagne.

I saw my chance and I took it.

Why did you lie to us?

Because he’s married.

And my wife would kill me.

So why were you up there?

I went to look at
the trophy case.

The MVP title was
supposed to be mine.

I just wanted to see it again.

Supposed to be yours?

The night before
the championship game

Lexi made us dinner.

She knew all about my allergies.

Corn, tomatoes, peanuts, cats.
You name it, I’m allergic to it.

There’s something in that
meal triggered an attack.

But she didn’t do it on purpose.

No, but it ruined my life.

She couldn’t remember
something that might kill me?

What kind of
a girlfriend is that?

But you didn’t die.

No, but I couldn’t play.

We lost the championship.

Football dreams gone.

And Lexi dumped me.

Please don’t tell my wife.

Are you-
are you okay there?

Yeah. I don’t know what it is.

Something- something must have
set me off.

Tell us again about
your allergies.

Yeah, I was always rooting
for you

to solve your brother’s case.

I’m so glad you were
able to put that to bed.

And, you know, find some peace.

Thank you.
So was I.

You seem happy.

Yeah, I am.

Good.

Hey, I was looking through
these yearbooks

for more awkward Cole photos,

and I found something
interesting.

Okay, well, look,
whatever it is,

I don’t have
any secrets left.

Yeah, you might not,
but I think somebody does.

We need to find Max
and Li immediately.

How are you hanging
in there, Artie?

Shouldn’t be too much longer.

Hey, we got coffee, donuts.

Things could be worse.

Yeah.

Hey. I’m sorry we didn’t
get to your story, man.

Don’t worry.

It’s about a dumb thing
when I was a kid.

Oh, tell me.
I want to hear it.

Well, it’s about me
and my big brother.

After my first
day of high school,

he takes me to a
convenience store to celebrate.

He says it’s gonna
get me something.

He goes over to a rack,
grabs a pack of gum, grins,

drops it in my pocket,
and he walks away.

And you got caught?

Since I wrote it, I realized...

I’ve been taking the rap
for this guy ever since.

Is that what landed you
in here?

Yeah.

Job of his went south.

I took the heat.

Sounds like he’s using you.

That’s the only family I got.

Listen up.

Cell block D will be transferred

to a different
facility in the morning.

We will move you to another
section for the night.

Let’s go.

Well...

Looks like
I’m being transferred.

Thanks for everything, George.

Yeah, it’s been a pleasure.

You know, I have a feeling
the best is yet to come

for both of us.

It’s come to my attention
that some of my pupils

have been caught cheating.

That means you’ve been
called up here

because one of you killed Lexi.

Someone here was lying about
where they were

during what we
like to call in our business,

the murder window.

It’s not actually
what we call it.

All of you were on
the second floor

during that critical 30 minutes.

Uh. Doesn’t that mean we
couldn’t have killed Lexi?

On the contrary, Ziggy.

It’s actually
quite the opposite.

One of you went to the science
lab, unlocked the cabinet,

put on a pair of gloves,

and laced a lip balm
with sodium nitrite,

and made sure
that Lexi applied it.

And you, Brock, you’re the key
to solving this whole mystery.

Me?

Look, I swear I didn’t do it.

Really? Why do you keep
scratching your face like that?

I can’t help it.
I told you, I have allergies.

Dust mites, grass,
lobster, corn.

That’s the funny thing
about allergic reactions.

Sometimes it’s about
what you touch.

And sometimes it’s about
what or who touches you.

Isn’t that right, Hannah?

Oh.

I don’t know what
we’re talking about.

You thought you were so smart
putting on latex gloves.

You thought you wouldn’t get any
fingerprints on the lip balm.

But you did leave
something behind,

even more incriminating,
on Brock.

When you left the lab,
you bumped into Brock.

You knew you had been seen,
so you distracted him

with a kiss.

It was a passionate one, too,
wasn’t it, Brock?

Yeah, it was pretty
hot and heavy.

Like, grab your face in her
hands, hot and heavy?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry to break it
to you, but it was fake.

All a cover up.

What are you talking about?

Fun fact.

Latex gloves are dusted
with cornstarch powder.

Makes it easy to take
the gloves off and on.

And guess who’s allergic
to all things corn-based?

So when you grabbed
Brock’s face,

you got some cornstarch
residue from your fingers

onto his beard.

This is crazy.
Lexi was my bestie.

Do you remember what
your yearbook quote was?

No.

Let me refresh your memory.

Bloom softly.
Burn brightly.

The same as Lexi’s
lip balm slogan.

Except it wasn’t just
the slogan,

it was
the whole product idea.

A lip balm infused with
aromatherapy scents,

each one designed to boost
your energy,

enhance mental clarity,
calm your mood.

And today, Lexi’s
company was just acquired

for millions of dollars.

She stole it from you.

Quick patent search

turned up your application
for a lip balm named Emobalm.

It also had the same slogan

because Lexi also applied and
was granted the patent,

beating you to it,

cheating you out of
the product you created.

She stole your idea
just like

she stole your boyfriend
Brock back in high school.

You’re all out of your minds.

Out of everyone here,

you’re the only one with
a chemistry degree.

That doesn’t prove anything.

But the glove powder does.

So we’re gonna bag your hands
and get you down to the station.

We’ve got a sophisticated
infrared spectrometer

that can detect microscopic
cornstarch residue.

Emobomb was my idea,
not Lexi’s!

I confronted Lexi about it
today and she just laughed.

She told me to get a lawyer.

She knew that I couldn’t
afford to fight it.

You couldn’t let her
win, so you killed her.

You’re under arrest for
the murder of Lexi Chandler.

You know, if it makes
you feel any better,

it is a killer lip balm.

Kebab burrito combo.

Never again.

All right, it’s getting late.

Who’s coming in
for the next shift?

I don’t know.

All right, let me call the--

See if he can swap
us out for some unis.

What are you doing?

We’re not going anywhere.

What’s happening?

Did you really think
that you were just-

you’re just gonna
leave without a word?

So that’s what
this is all about?

Wait a minute.

This wasn’t.

This wasn’t even
a real stakeout, was it?

You were just gonna slip out
the back door

like a raccoon at a buffet.

You know, Simmons,
when you move, I move.

And I know all your passwords.

That was you?

Yeah.

All right.

I’m leaving the precinct.

I put in for
an undercover task force.

Li vouched and
I just got clearance.

Different city, and
I’m gonna need to lay low

for a little while.

How could you do this to me?

I mean, was it Max?
Was it Ellis?

Because I if I need
to beat someone up,

you know, I got it in me.

I was- I was gonna
write you a letter.

A letter?

What is this, 1895?

Why don’t you send
it via carrier pigeon

while you’re at it?

I’m sorry, I...

I didn’t know how
to tell you face to face.

I’ve always been
bad with goodbyes.

Especially with you.

I was hoping you’d be
happy for me.

I am happy for you,
you stupid idiot.

I can’t believe I’m going
to walk into work

and you’re not going to be
there anymore.

See, this is exactly why
I didn’t want to do this.

Then don’t go.

Yates...

I’m sorry. I didn’t find
a better way to tell you.

You still can.

What now?

Yeah, now.
And I want it all.

Yates, you were
the most dedicated

and tenacious and strange.

I mean, you are
very strange, detective.

And you’re my best friend.

And you’re the best partner
I’ve ever had.

Even better than Ellis?

Yes, but don’t
you dare tell him that.

Okay, I won’t tell him.
I’m not going to tell him.

Come here.

[knocking]

Oh.

Ludo. Thanks.

Are you crying?

Mind your own damn business.

God!

I’m not crying.

Just a little something for me.

The piece de resistance,
if you will.

You gotta be?
Are you kidding me?

I had them made special.

Big heads for the big
brain guys.

Yates, and I mean this in the
most platonic way possible,

I love you.

Okay, well, you’ve gone
ahead and made it weird,

so now we have to leave.

That’s true.

Well, you know, I’m gonna
be texting you updates

of what I’m eating every day.

Like I’m gonna be
do not disturb annoying.

Well, you know, I’m gonna
be undercover,

so it’s probably
best you don’t do that.

Don’t text me.
I’ll text you.

I love you so much, Simmons.

Have you thought about
your undercover name?

[Simmons] You know, I don’t
think I get to choose that.

[Yates] Yeah. You’re right.
I’ll pick it.

How about, uh,
Dirk Thunderpants?

No, wait. Christophe
von Tacolila.

Or maybe Trish Skedaddle.
That’s fun.

You know, there’s no
infrared spectrometer

cornstarch test, right?

How am I supposed to know,
I never graduated?

[Jess] Hey, Cole,
come here for a sec.

I’ll just be a moment.
You guys want to wait up?

No. We’ll head back
to the station.

Okay. I’ll see
you later.

Good night.

Jess.

Cole Ellis,
will you be my prom date?

[slow tempo music begins
to play]

What’s all this?

I heard about your
prom experience.

Did Max tell you?

I’m a journalist.

It’s my job to uncover
people’s embarrassing secrets.

Plus, every single one
of your classmates

couldn’t wait to tell me.

It’s definitely a night
I’d like to forget.

Which is why I think
you deserve a redo.

Can I have this dance?

Come on.

When the cool chick
asks you to dance,

you gotta do it.

Okay.

♪ Oh, I was never the same. ♪

I’m sorry that happened to you.

Don’t be. It’s okay.

No, it’s not okay.

No, I mean, it’s okay.

Because if it all
ended this moment, then

it was worth it.

♪ No, I was the one. ♪

♪ The quiet light... ♪

That settles it.
High school sucks.

Absolutely.

And I’m kind of glad that
we didn’t have

the typical
experience, you know?

Typical is overrated.

Cliques, pep rallies, bad
high school slow dances.

Exactly. And we got the scars
and street smarts instead.

A way better
conversation starter.

And way fewer embarrassing
yearbook photos.

I’m saving this for
a special occasion.

Don’t lose that.

I won’t.
I uploaded it to the cloud.

Nice.

Shoot. I left my jacket
in the cafeteria.

You need a ride?

Nope. I got my car.

Okay. Good night, Max.

All right.
Good night, Chief.

♪ In a moment, ♪

♪ the wind is gone. ♪

♪ In a moment ♪

♪ of blazing sun. ♪

♪ And in the panic
on the... ♪

Hey, Mom.

As usual,
your timing is flawless.

Max, you need to get home now.
We have a situation here.

♪

Mom.

What’s going on?
Is everything okay?

What is all this?

I’ve been thinking.

You mean spiraling?

Well, it’s, uh...

It’s the smartest move.
You’ll see.

What’s in the bags?

Just the essentials.

Enough for us all
to get settled.

I am settled.

I thought we already
had this conversation.

I know, but it’s the plan.

There are too many variables,

too many ways
for it to go sideways.

We can be out of
the country by dawn.

Varga won’t even know we’re
gone until it’s too late.

And then what?
We just keep running.

That’s exactly what
we’re trying to stop.

No, we stick to the plan.

I know, but plans change
and this is the new one.

We can hide as a family.
It is the smartest move.

And what about Ellis
and my friends?

If we leave, then we
put them all in danger.

Ellis is more than capable

and the rest can
fend for themselves.

It’s a calculated
risk we have to take.

And they are not family.

Maybe not to you, Mom, but
to me, they are my family.

And I can’t run the risk
of losing you again.

I won’t.

You didn’t lose me!

You left!

Do you remember the last
thing we said to each other

before you disappeared?

No. Why does that matter?

We had an argument.
A stupid argument about

how I didn’t take
the chicken out of the freezer

before you came home.

You lectured me about
responsibility

and how I need to
put my family first.

You just wouldn’t let it go.

What does this have
to do with anything?

Can you just help me get--

I hate you!

That is the last
thing I said to you.

I hate you.

And then I stormed off.

And I never saw you again.

For 15 years I carried that
guilt like a stone in my heart.

And you let me live
with that.

Oh. Max, honey...

You were just a kid.

Those words-- I never
thought I--

It was just temper, babe.

Do you know how hard that is
for a kid

to replay that
memory over and over again?

There wasn’t a day that went by
that I didn’t think about

the fact that the last words
I said to my mom.

Max, don’t. Don’t.

I didn’t know.

I am so sorry.

Can you ever forgive me?

Max, wait.

Please.

[emotional music]

♪[vocalizing]♪

♪

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