All language subtitles for Elsbeth s03e17 High Class Problems.eng

Lately, I just feel like
everybody has a problem with me.

I mean, my assistant has been
weird about working overnight.

She says her dog gets lonely.

Doesn't anyone want
to work anymore?

And last week in Hawaii, I...

It's stupid. Never mind.

Sienna, please don't hold back.

You know this isn't
regular therapy.

Extreme wealth brings a host
of very complex issues.

Your feelings are valid here,

and they are held
without judgment. So, please.

So, last week my...

boyfriend and I
were on the new yacht-

which is mine, it's not his-

and the stewardess
kept calling me Sienna,

and she was addressing him
as Mr. Styles.

I mean, it was
so passive-aggressive.

It was like
she didn't even think

that I deserved
to have my own boat.

I was so angry, I...

I didn't even use
the waterslide.

I am so sorry, Sienna.

I know you put a lot of time and
effort into buying that yacht.

You deserve to feel a little joy
on your holiday.

Yeah, well, I didn't.

But it, it does feel good
to talk about it.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you think a lion feels guilty

when it catches
the biggest zebra?

I think you're suffering
from something

I call "shame of abundance."

And I have a few tools

we could use to dig into this,
if you're open to it?

Yeah.

Great.

Evan? [sighs]
Ooh, something smells good.

I'm making a special dinner.

Mm-hmm. Hey, baby.

[both sigh softly]

Sit down.
I have a surprise for you.

Oh, let me get out
of my heels first.

? ?

Should we open the Chablis?
Or maybe would a red be better?

What do you think?

Mallory, I can't wait
another year.

-Oh.
-Let's get married.

It's a black opal,
your birthstone.

An opal.

That's different.

[laughs]
Oh, no. What's wrong?

I just thought we talked about

having more
financial stability first.

Baby, you just bought
a $2 million apartment.

[sets down ring box]

I'm crushing it at work.
I think we're stable.

-But it's not a diamond.
-[laughs]

If you don't like the ring,
I can get you a new ring.

The ring is not the point.

-The point is, I love you.
-[chuckles]

Will you think about it?

[phone buzzing]

[Mal sighs]

I got to take this.

Jason, is everything all right?

No, no, you were right to call.

I would be angry, too.

Sure, sure, no problem.

It's Jason. His new motorcycle
just came in,

and it's the wrong color.
I have to go talk him down.

-Right now?
-[sighs] He's my best client.

He needs me.

[scoffs]

JASON:
Shouldn't be that hard

to get a custom color right.

I understand your frustration.

All right, so what,
specifically,

is wrong with the color?

Honestly?

Nothing.

The bike's fine.

The problem is the SEC.

They've questioned me twice now.

Someone's been making
large, suspicious trades

on my dad's company,
which you know

is about to be my company.

They accused me
of insider trading.

All right, first of all,
let's not panic.

I have had several clients
deal with the SEC.

It's not as scary as it seems.

I'm not scared

'cause I didn't do
anything wrong.

But today it hit me...

it was you.

The timing of the trades
lined up with information

that wasn't public.

Information that you got
from our sessions.

-Okay, hold on...
-I shared personal stories,

things about my family.
I trusted you.

You weren't just my therapist,
you were my friend.

I let you into my inner circle.
I taught you how to hang glide.

And this whole time
you were using me.

My father was right.

You were never one of us,

and you never will be.

I think there's been
a misunderstanding...

I'm done talking to you now.

And so are all my friends. I'm
telling them all to drop you.

Let me give you some advice
for a change-

get a lawyer.

Maybe the SEC
will cut you a deal.

COOK:
Whiskey down,

two dots and a dash. Run it.

You sure I can't get you
something to eat, doll?

Just coffee. Thanks.

COOK:
Anybody listening?

Dead plate, let's move.

I'm getting cold feet.

Evan, hey. Um, listen,
i-it's gonna be a while.

Jason's not doing well.

COOK:
Yardbird and soggy hash, up!

I-I can't really say, but
I-I've never seen him this bad

and I need to make sure
he doesn't hurt himself.

Yeah, yeah,
so don't wait up, okay?

I love you, too. Okay, bye.

-[sighs]
-[sensor beeps, door opens]

[door closes]

? ?

You never gave me an answer.
Unless that was your answer?

Tonight was so crazy. It made me
realize that I need you.

You keep me grounded.

I do want to marry you, Evan.

[both chuckle]

[engine starts]

[Jason screams]

-[crashes]
-[water splashes]

NEWSCASTER: Multiple arrests
were made yesterday

on the Staten Island waterfront

as several construction managers

pleaded guilty
to extortion conspiracy.

-The wide-ranging multistate...
-Good morning, Elsbeth.

Captain,

have you heard about this?
Is this Kaya's case?

Yes and yes.

Well, tell me, is she okay?

Don't worry,
I'm pretty sure she's...

-I'm fine.
-[gasps]

But it's nice to know
you were thinking about me.

Kaya. [laughs]
What are you doing here?

[gasps]
Are you coming back to our precinct?

Well, for now. [sighs]
My big case ended,

so I'm taking a break
from undercover work.

Captain Wagner said
it's been busy around here.

You have no idea. It's like
every week it's something new.

WAGNER:
Which is why I'm here.

Just got word
that there's a situation

in the Financial District.

Sounds like
a high-profile victim.

Detective Blanke,
I'd like you on this.

You can go, too.

-Me? With Kaya? Yay.
-[laughs]

-Looks like the band
is back together. -KAYA: So...

what's the case?

There was a single-vehicle
crash on a motorcycle.

Multiple witnesses
saw the guy speed

straight through
the intersection.

He hit the barrier,
was ejected from the bike.

Both the man and the bike
hit the water pretty hard.

He's been ID'd?

Traffic cameras
caught the plates.

ID on the body confirms it.

The driver is a Rathbone.

-Rathbone? As in the Rathbones?
-Jason Rathbone, 32.

Son of Llewyn Rathbone. I guess
the family makes airplanes?

Big ones. And little ones.

Uh, most of the airplanes
in the sky, actually.

Any progress on the bike?

It's still at the bottom
of the river.

We'll know more
once they get it out.

Guy's wife just got here.
She's pretty upset.

TESS:
It makes no sense.

KAYA: The accident
could have been caused

by a mechanical problem,

or your husband may have had
a health event on his bike.

No, no, Jason was
in perfect health,

and the bike was brand-new.
[sniffles]

-Thank you.
-Maybe he lost control?

But he was an experienced rider.

Mrs. Rathbone, sometimes
these kind of crashes

are intentional.

Is there any chance your husband

could have been struggling
with something?

You think he did this
on purpose?

That's just one theory.
It could be wrong.

Jason had too much to live for.

He-he was about to take over
his father's company.

How was his mental state lately?

He'd been stressed,

but he was also motivated.

Although I...

I was in Miami all week.
I only got home this morning,

so I guess I don't really know.

Well, who else could speak
about Jason's mental state?

I can think of one person.

Oh, God. [sighs] That is tragic

but not entirely unexpected.

What do you mean?

I've been treating Jason
Rathbone for several years.

He was a troubled guy.

I just had an emergency session
with him last night.

He was very upset,

acting erratically.

I thought I had calmed him down.

If I had known that
he was in imminent danger,

I never would have left him
alone.

Oh, sure. How could you know?

Other than being his therapist.

Did you make any recent changes
to his medication?

Oh, no. [chuckles]
I'm not a psychiatrist.

I can't prescribe anything.
I'm a wealth therapist.

A what?

A wealth therapist.

I help high-net-worth
individuals

navigate the challenges
of having money.

Okay, you said he was troubled.

Did you ever refer Jason
to a psychiatrist?

I'm the only one
that he trusted.

I did what I could with
talk therapy, but he had a lot

of personal problems.

Fear of commitment,
negative self-talk,

feelings of sexual inadequacy.

Not to mention
his legal problems,

but I can't elaborate.

That would violate
our confidentiality.

-You might have already
crossed that line. -[door closes]

EVAN:
What's going on?

MAL:
It's Jason.

He took his own life
this morning.

Oh, we haven't officially
determined that yet.

That's so crazy. You were
just there last night.

Sad.

Let me help you with those bags.

-Oh, uh... [chuckles]
-I got it.

[Kaya speaking indistinctly]

Did Dr. Mal often go to Jason's
house after hours like that?

Sure, if he needed something.

And he always needed something.

Last night he was upset about
the color of his new motorcycle.

I don't know. I try not to pry.

Hmm. And how long did she stay
at his house?

Uh, let's see...
I was working Tokyo hours.

I had a conference call
at 11:00.

Mal came home
about an hour after that.

-Ooh, champagne.
-[Evan laughs]

-You celebrating something?
-Yeah, Mal and I

-just got engaged last night.
-Last night?

Wow. [chuckles] Congratulations.

All these big things happening
all at the same time.

Yeah. Wild.

Uh-huh.

Life is funny that way.

It was so nice to meet you both.

Oh, hold on,
it's Officer Reynolds.

Apparently, Jason was on his way

to pick up breakfast
before he died.

Egg white omelet with a side
of steamed greens.

He'd ordered ahead.

Not much of a last meal.
Not that he made it that far.

It just seems unlikely that
a person would order a meal,

-then promptly kill himself,
doesn't it? -Hmm.

Detective, it's impossible
to know with certainty

what another person
is going through,

but in my clinical experience,

I wouldn't rule it out.

Your clinical experience talking
exclusively to rich people.

Wealthy people are still people.

They have problems, too.

-Mm.
-Oh, I'm sure they do.

Mm-hmm.

? ?

Jason Rathbone had no drugs
or alcohol in his system

at the time of the crash. Uh,
no sign of heart attack, stroke,

anything that might have
caused him to lose control.

-So why did he crash?
-Mechanical failure.

Motorcycle had a severed
brake line. Clean cut.

Well, this is a homicide,
not a suicide.

Most likely, but we shouldn't
rule out suicide entirely.

It's rare. I'm just saying
that it is possible.

Never know what's going on
inside someone's head.

Right. I keep hearing that.

[clears throat]

Hey, Detective Blanke.

-Hmm?
-[chuckles]: Hey.

Uh, any special requests
for dinner tonight?

I've been working on my cooking
skills while you've been gone

and thought I'd make us
something fun.

I don't know if I'll be
home in time for dinner.

Just got this case.

I'll check in later.

Oh.

Okay.

Everything all right?

Mm-hmm. Yep. Everything's fine.

I think we should figure out who
had access to Jason's garage.

-What do you think that is?
-TONY: Brake fluid-

motorcycle brake fluid-

and it wasn't there last night.

How can you be sure?

I do a walk-through
of the garage

every night before I clock out.

I keep this place
hospital clean.

KAYA: And what time
did you leave last night?

TONY:
5:00, same as always.

Jason doesn't like staff around
in the evenings.

I was home with my family till I
came back at 9:00 this morning.

Well, who else besides you and
Jason had access to the garage?

I suppose anyone
who could get into the house

could've come down here, but

the Rathbones
are sticklers about privacy.

They don't even let
their housekeeper have a key.

Did you check the cameras?

-We're working on that.
-Mm.

What can you tell us
about Jason's new motorcycle?

It looked really fancy
and superfast, unfortunately.

I know it was working fine
yesterday.

It's a Lampi 900,
just came in from Italy.

V-quad engine
with a twin-turbo boost.

It was a thing of beauty.
Breathtaking, really.

And now it's gone.

Yeah, so is Jason.

How'd you feel about him?
Were you two close?

TONY:
Once I figured him out.

He didn't like me making
small talk. Or big talk.

Or eye contact.

Jason was the gearhead, always
buying expensive new toys.

That therapist lady
egged him on.

Telling him to "grab hold of his
power" or something like that.

You mean Dr. Mal?

-Did she ever come down here?
-TONY: Sometimes.

I wasn't supposed to make
eye contact with her either.

REYNOLDS:
Bad news.

Rathbones' security camera
was down last night

from 11:25 to 11:36.
Power outage.

If someone came in to tamper
with Jason's brakes

during that time, we missed 'em.

-Seems convenient.
-Not necessarily.

Mrs. Rathbone here
was telling me

that the power goes out a lot.

It's an old house. It can't
handle our modern amenities.

What kind of amenities?

Uh, the basics: a hot tub, two
tanning beds- his and hers-

and we just had
a rooftop sauna installed.

So you're saying
Jason might have tripped

the breaker last night?

If he was using the sauna, yes.

But the power
doesn't stay out for long.

Our electrician installed
some sort of backup thing.

Okay, but wouldn't the cameras
show someone

entering the house
before the power got cut?

Back door has no camera.

That's odd.

That's Jason.

He took those cameras out.

He told me, "A man has
to have some secrets."

I thought he was cheating,
not that he'd die.

[crying]

Mrs. Rathbone, why don't you
go home and get some rest?

We'll call if we need
anything else, okay?

[sniffles]

[Kaya sighs]

Okay, so what do we think?

Lucky coincidence, or this was
part of someone's plan?

You know how I feel
about coincidences.

Okay, so who had a problem
with Jason Rathbone?

Try the whole block.
I canvassed the neighbors.

They all said that backup system

was leeching power
off city lines.

Any time Jason lost power,

the backup shut off power
for the whole street.

That doesn't sound legal.

Or neighborly.

This guy was tied up
in lawsuits.

The city was suing him
for the illegal power hookup,

Jason was suing
the sauna company,

-and his neighbors had all
gotten together to sue him. -[phone chimes]

From a legal standpoint,
that sounds expensive.

KAYA:
Whoa.

Looks like Jason had bigger
problems than we thought.

How much do you know about

the Securities
and Exchange Commission?

I mean, it's nice having
a stadium named after me,

but now I feel this pressure

to go to all the big games,

and I just don't
really like sports.

Who do you think's putting
that pressure on you?

[knock on door]

Uh, excuse me, we're
in the middle of a session here.

Uh, we just have
a few questions.

-Tru Rose.
-Elsbeth.

[both laugh]

-Fancy meeting you here.
-[sighs]

She's the reason
I have too much money.

She helped me destroy my husband
in the divorce.

Oh, it was the least I could do.

I, uh, used to represent
her ex-husband, regrettably.

Well, I think that's enough
rich guilt for me today.

See you next week.

I'm so sorry
for this disruption.

[laughing]:
Wow. Small world.

-Okay.
-Please make yourselves at home.

So, what do you want?

I just spoke to an agent
at the SEC.

Apparently,
Jason was being questioned

about suspicious trades
made on his father's company.

Soon to be his company.

Well, they had reason to believe
it was insider trading.

Did he mention anything
about that to you?

No, but that might explain
why he was on edge.

I mean, I could tell that
he was holding something back.

What else did they say?

Just that the trades
were pretty sophisticated,

you know, made through
shell companies

and timed around details
that weren't publicly available.

What do you know about
the Rathbones' family business?

Nothing. Uh, I mean, Jason and I

only talked
about personal stuff.

Wouldn't being investigated
by the SEC

count as a personal issue?

It didn't come up.

And even if it did,

my client's conversations
were privileged.

I am so fascinated
by your line of work.

How did you get into it?

Were you raised
in a wealthy family?

I prefer the term
"legacy family," and no.

I was a scholarship kid
who grew up

surrounded by the children
of legacy families.

Must have been hard
trying to fit in.

Pretending to be
something you're not

can take a lot out of you.

It wasn't hard. I knew
deep down that I belonged.

After graduation,
my friend's father hired me

to be his personal assistant.

And all that proximity
to wealth and power

and all the problems
that go along with it-

that's what led me
to wealth therapy.

I love my work.
It's very rewarding.

-[laughs] In more ways than one.
-Oh, yeah.

Says the lady wearing a suit

that cost more
than most people's rent.

Oh, no, I'm not judging you.

I don't think
you should be ashamed

of having expensive tastes,

but you didn't make your money
working for the police, did you?

No, I'm gonna guess that you
were at a white-shoe law firm.

Yeah, and I'm gonna assume
that was in Chicago

since you know
my client's ex-husband

Mr. Van Ness.

And because of your fondness
for hats big enough

to withstand a strong wind.

So what prompted
your career change?

People change careers
all the t- all the time.

Was it guilt over the money?

No, no, no. It was over what
you had to do to earn the money.

I can only imagine
the kind of messes

you had to clean up.

But that's not the only reason

you ran away
from your life, is it?

No, most people don't rebuild

until something
is completely broken.

I didn't see a wedding ring.
Divorce?

See, if you were my client,

I'd want to help you
unpack all of that.

Your powers of deduction

are very... astute.

I mean, I can only imagine
what you're able

to piece together
about your clients,

the ups and downs
of their businesses.

I would never betray
my clients' confidence.

Without it, I have nothing.

[elevator bell dings]

The thing about a good suit is
it lasts for years,

so the cost-per-wear...

Elsbeth, it's fine.

Ooh, she really got
under your skin, didn't she?

I'm over my divorce.
Way over it.

And I don't have anything
to feel guilty about.

Of course not.
You have worked hard

to make amends for your
clients' "messes" in Chicago.

Dr. Mal was just trying
to throw you.

Well, it didn't work.

Oh, look. You might
still have time

for that dinner with Cameron.

Cagney, Lacey. Get in here.

I got a call from a director
at the SEC.

He was poking around for
anything in our investigation

that might be of help to them.

You got anything to pass on?

On the insider trading?
No, not yet.

We should ask them
if they have anything for us.

Well, they're still
tracking down

whoever was behind
the shell companies,

but they know
it wasn't Jason Rathbone.

Why not?

Because they found
suspicious trades

from the same source
on a dozen different stocks,

companies that Jason
had no personal connection to.

Wait. What's the one thing
that all CEOs have in common?

Giant boats?

Bingo. Well, money

to buy giant boats, and I hear

wealthy people
have problems, too.

JASON [over recording]:
My father's been drinking again.

He always gets into it
when some deal goes sideways.

I really hate when he drinks.

MAL [over recording]:
Could you elaborate?

JASON:
He makes me play golf with him.

SIENNA:
Insider trading? That's absurd.

My company has the strictest
guardrails in place:

blackout periods,
information barriers.

There's no chance
that an employee

shared proprietary information.

How about someone
in your personal life?

I don't talk business
with anyone ever.

I talk about travel
and restaurants

and streaming crime shows.

Were you seeing a therapist,
by chance?

-Excuse me?
-You promised not to speak, Ms. Tascioni.

And that information
is confidential.

Not if it's relevant
to our investigation.

Two other CEOs ensnared
in this probe

were seeing the same wealth
therapist, Dr. Mallory Haynes,

and it's part of our job
to look for patterns.

If you don't mind,
I'll conduct the investigation.

[stammers]
I don't share business in therapy either.

ELSBETH:
Trust me, you don't have

to reveal much
for Dr. Mal to discover a lot.

She took one look at my outfit,

spat back
a whole Wikipedia page.

Yes, Dr. Mal is brilliant,

but I'm a harder puzzle
than you.

We're still untangling
my feelings about my nanny.

Hear me out.
A few weeks ago,

your company took over
a struggling

manufacturing plant
in Cincinnati.

The one that made
your stock price jump.

I didn't tell her
about the purchase.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Could you perhaps

have mentioned
your travel plans?

Not hard for Dr. Mal to...
[imitates typing] look up

the relevant information,
fill in the blanks,

and... [clicks tongue]

make a few quick trades
on the information.

I refuse to believe
that she would do that,

and besides, we just started
working together.

Four months ago?

How'd you know that?

That's when the flagged
transactions began.

KAYA:
So far,

six of the CEOs in the SEC probe

were seeing Dr. Mal.

Her whole client list
could be affected.

And how does their investigation
relate to our homicide?

We think Jason discovered
that Dr. Mal

was using information
from his therapy sessions

to make illegal trades,

and she had to kill him
before he blew the whistle.

Dr. Mal was also a
frequent guest at his townhouse,

so she presumably knew
how to get in and out.

And Jason's lawsuits

were probably an issue
in his therapy,

so she also would have known

about the sauna
causing blackouts,

which conveniently took out the
security cameras in the garage.

That would have let Dr. Mal
cut the brakes

on the motorcycle undetected.

It all kinda fits.

Still finishing
each other's sentences.

It warms my heart.

-So you think
we have our killer? -No.

"Probably"? "Presumably"?

"Kinda"?
It's all circumstantial.

All right, the cut brake line

was essentially
the murder weapon,

but there's zero evidence
that puts Dr. Mal near the bike.

Got anything else?

Well, Jason's neighbors told me
to talk to this guy Fielding,

who was leading the lawsuit
against him,

but he keeps avoiding
an interview.

Track him down.
See what he says.

Let's not get
tunnel vision on Dr. Mal.

She just might turn out to be
a thief and not a killer.

But there's enough there
to interview her again

and to push harder this time.

I thought you were
meeting Cameron.

Oh, I have to prep for Dr. Mal.

Did you know she coined
her own diagnostic terms?

"Money dysmorphia."

"Sudden wealth disorder."

"Joy paralysis."

Joy Paralysis-
I think I met her in law school.

[chuckles]

Hey, look at this list
of exotic workshops.

"Clients travel to
the Austrian Alps to heli-ski

through their acrophobia."

How does a scholarship kid

wind up talking
the world's richest people

off a literal cliff?

She's been infiltrating
their world since high school.

She must be good at telling them
what they want to hear.

It's like she created
a whole persona

just to earn their trust.

That never ends well.

Were you ever scared...
during your case?

Only every single minute.

That must have been hard.

I was everyone's friend,

then I put 'em in jail.

Not that they ever knew
it was me,

but still, it changes a person.

Is that why
you're avoiding Cameron?

'Cause you feel different?

He's so sweet.

Thinking about him got me
through the toughest times.

But now I'm home and...

[sighs]

I think you owe him
an honest conversation.

-You have to tell him the truth.
-No.

That's what broke up
you and Angus.

And also you and Alec.

Well, there are worse things
than being alone.

What if I'm not sure
what the truth is?

Sometimes talking helps you
figure that out.

[groans]

This was so much easier
when I was someone else.

Where are you off to?

I have a walk-and-talk
at the Ramble in Central Park.

The natural environment fosters
a more relaxed state,

which is conducive to sharing
difficult emotions,

but being late would stir up
issues of abandonment

and defeat the whole purpose.

Mm. Well, this
might take a minute.

Well, then make an appointment.

We can do this down at the
precinct if you prefer, Doc.

The SEC found a pattern
of insider trading

targeting several
of your patients,

not just Jason Rathbone.

Are you implying
that I made the trades?

Aren't you the one they trust
with their secrets?

It could've been overheard
by the same hairdresser

or bartender
or private plane crew.

The ultra-elite run
in the same circles.

One of the impacted CEOs
does Zoom sessions with you

from Shanghai.

Another phones in
from state prison.

You're the only
common denominator.

Wait. You said that
the transactions were hidden

by sophisticated
shell companies.

I-I don't even know how
to make a simple trade. I...

Oh, my God.

-What?
-My fianc� Evan-

he's a stockbroker.

What if, what if
he was able to access

my patients' proprietary
information and traded on it?

You really think
he would betray you like that?

And to think...

I was gonna marry him.

[sighs]

ELSBETH:
So they arrested her fianc�.

Probably her ex-fianc� by now.

I just talked to the SEC.
It's not looking good for Evan.

They just traced
the shell companies

back to his personal server,

and notes from
Dr. Mal's sessions

were found hidden in his desk.

And we're supposed to believe
Dr. Mal was telling the truth?

[scoffs]
That's a first.

She broke up with me.

Left the engagement ring

and a nasty note

accusing me of stealing
information from her clients.

I was so mad,

I tried to have my lawyer
sell the ring back

to cover my legal fees,

but apparently
the stone was damaged

and now I'm stuck with it.

Seems like the least
of your problems.

But I didn't make those trades.
I would never do that to her.

Then why do the shell companies
trace back to you?

I have no idea. I mean, maybe

she used my computer
and set them up herself.

What about her notes
in your desk?

Were those planted, too?

I don't know what to tell you.
I mean,

maybe our whole relationship
was a setup for this scam.

She'd probably pin the murder
on me, too, if she could have.

We checked your alibi,

we know you were at home

on a call
with your Tokyo office.

Speaking of that night,

did Mal do anything
out of the ordinary?

Did anything
seem strange to you?

Well, I don't know
if it's strange,

but she, uh,
she called me twice.

First to tell me
what was going on with Jason

and again to say
she was on her way home.

And both times I heard someone
shouting in the background.

-Do you think it was Jason?
-EVAN: Maybe.

Uh, his voice
was kind of guttural.

Couldn't make out the words.

I was surprised Mal was leaving
because he still sounded upset,

and it wasn't like her
to abandon someone in trouble.

Jason was not a screamer.

If anything,
he was conflict-averse.

I was hoping therapy
would help him communicate.

Yes, communication is essential.

Uh, well, did it work?

Sure, but he ended up
confiding in Dr. Mal.

[scoffs]
Not me.

And suddenly
she was on our ski trips,

family vacations, staying
in our homes around the world.

[stammers]
He even let her in here,

which he usually kept private.
All for his "therapy."

Sounds like
you doubted her methods.

I think my husband had a little
crush, and she took advantage.

It was not good
for the marriage.

Or him in the end.

These are wonderful, by the way.

Lavender and blueberry.
Jason's favorite.

I baked them for him
this morning, even though

he's gone. Isn't that silly?

ELSBETH:
No. Grief takes many forms.

Very few this delicious.
[laughs]

[chuckles]

Ms. Rathbone, did Dr. Mal

have keys
to the various residences?

We use electronic fobs.
You just pass it over a sensor.

She came and went
as she pleased.

She had one to this house?

She was his doctor.
He trusted her.

[clears throat]

Hey. What are you
still doing here?

Well, you keep avoiding me.

[sighs]

Isn't this a little dramatic?
[chuckles]

Kaya, I've been waiting for

a long time,
and now you're acting weird.

So what's going on?

Do you want to be with me?

Of course I do.

But it's hard to just

jump back into my old life
just like that.

Were you...

seeing someone else
when you were undercover?

No.

But Denise Jackson was single.

She didn't answer to anyone.

And she was fun

in ways that maybe I'm not.

Think I'm just having trouble
letting her go.

So I'm not fun enough for...

Denise Jackson?

You are. You are just her type.

It's just an adjustment.

Uh, for me, too.

I'm a guy who spends
most of his day

hanging out with dead bodies.

-[laughs]
-I like the quiet.

You used to like that.
Now I don't know what you want.

Okay.

Look, do you plan
on staying home for a while

or taking a new assignment?

'Cause...

I'm not sure I can wait
like this again.

This isn't the time or place.

We will talk more
about this later.

I promise.

You recognize this document?

Yeah. These are the session
notes that Evan stole from me.

This is a September 2024 entry

about a patient-
um, name redacted,

of course- who

"experienced prolonged
erectile dysfunction

in the aftermath of SpaceX's
failure to launch."

Power of suggestion, I guess.

That was a traumatic event
for many high-net-worth men.

What about it?

Well, that rocket
didn't blow up until 2025.

So how did your patient
react to something

that hadn't happened yet?

What are you implying?

KAYA:
That the entry was faked,

then planted.
You set Evan up.

Or I made a mistake.

I wrote a new note
in an old planner,

or I wrote the date down wrong.

You don't seem like somebody
who makes many mistakes.

Or maybe just enough.

My mistake was agreeing to yet
another pointless interview.

From now on, we're gonna speak
through my attorneys.

I'm not gonna let anyone
or anything

destroy the practice that I've
worked so very hard to build.

Was Jason Rathbone
threatening to destroy it?

You're obsessed with me because
there is a divide in your nature

that needs to be solved.

But you are not my patient,
and I'm done trying to help you.

I think that's called
projection.

Let me know
if you need a referral.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a session
with the 36th richest man

on the ForbesTop 100 list,

who rightly believes
he should be 29th.

Unpacking that injustice
will be our work for today.

-[groans]
-[knock at door]

Sorry to interrupt.
Finally heard back

from that guy Fielding
from the neighbor lawsuit.

He's agreed to meet.

Anyone want to join?

When the power
went out that night,

I was on the phone with 311,
never left the house.

Besides, why would
I want to kill him?

Then I'd never get
my settlement.

Then why avoid being questioned?

My son got married in Scotland,
of all places. I just got back.

Scotland? No way.

Be honest, did you find the food
a little heavy?

Adam and Eve on a raft!
Sink 'em. Cup o' joe,

high-test!
Throw it in the mud!

-Does he always sound like that?
-Like what?

Guttural, hard to understand?

That's how Evan described
the voice in the background

of his calls from Dr. Mal.

So she was here?

Do you remember
the power outage last week?

Who could forget?

Do you recall seeing this woman?

Oh, yeah. She came in twice.

First time for a cup of coffee.

Second time
when the lights came back.

She had something on her hands,

and she went straight to
the ladies' room.

She used all the soap
and paper towels

and didn't even order anything.

What do you suppose
was on her hands?

COOK:
Burn one! Drag it through the garden,

paint it red!
Put it on the hoof!

It's just an object, Alan.

Sacrifice what you value,
find your own value.

Smash your fears. Okay.

And three.

Two. One.

ELSBETH:
Stop!

-Stop!
-[Mal sighs]

Step away from the vase.

KAYA: Okay, everyone except Dr.
Mal, clear the room, please.

Sorry, guys.
We'll resume next week.

Everyone, bring something
priceless to destroy.

You need to stop
interrupting my sessions.

My clients rely on me.

And you've been relying on them
to get rich.

We know about the stock trades,
Dr. Mal.

Oh, you are very good at that.

Uh, too good, which is what
caught the attention-

ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding,

ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding-

of the SEC.

When Jason got wind
of their investigation,

he realized it was you.

After he confronted you,
you got rid of him.

That is insane,
and I mean that clinically.

ELSBETH:
Okay.

Let's unpack it, then.

Um, we know you had the key fob
to Jason's townhouse.

And you must have known
about Jason taking out

the back camera for privacy,

so all you had to do was...
[whistles, clicks tongue]

slip in and turn on the sauna.

Which you knew
would cause a blackout.

And with the power out,
you had enough time

to clip Jason's brakes before
the backup system kicked in

and the cameras came on again.

MAL [scoffs]:
I am not hearing any proof

of anything.

KAYA:
Oh, keep listening.

After you broke up with Evan...

Because you tried to frame him.

He tried to return
your engagement ring,

but he couldn't
because it was damaged.

-So?
-So he gave it to us.

Remember how you called Evan
from the diner

near Jason's townhouse
that night? Twice?

[guttural voice]:
"Cup o' joe, high-test. Throw it in the mud."

[regular voice]:
Does that sound familiar?

The owner remembers you.

She said the second time
you came in,

you used all of their
paper towels washing your hands.

Why? Officer Reynolds?

The lab examined
your engagement ring.

We found out
what damaged the stone.

Brake fluid.

The same kind we found
on the floor of Jason's garage.

Now, black opal is beautiful,

but it's not very durable.

You know what? It's strange that
Evan didn't give you a diamond.

Mallory Haynes,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Jason Rathbone.

What I can't understand is why.

You made plenty of money
as a therapist.

What's "plenty of money"
when you're surrounded by people

with fortunes?

Oh, I don't know. Enough?

ELSBETH:
So how did Cameron take it?

All in all, pretty well.

Maybe too well?

I mean, I always like
a little pushback, you know?

-Some primal wailing.
-[laughs]

But what's he supposed to do?

I can't commit to anything.

It's not fair to him.

Well, it must be hard
to be the one left behind.

I'm sure it wasn't easy
for you either.

[sighs]
It wasn't.

The whole time I was undercover,

I felt like I was
holding my breath,

and I still just
haven't let it go.

You know, there are people you
can talk to in the department.

I mean, their whole job is to
help you transition back home.

Elsbeth,
are you really suggesting

-I see a therapist right now?
-Oh.

[both laugh]

[sighs]

I just want you to feel better.

[sighs]

KAYA:
Ooh, the new season of Black Veilis out.

The Golden Years Edition?
With Marie Drabowski?

[squeals]
Yeah.

Oh, I hope she can find love,

but she probably
killed her husband, too.

You know, those Staten Island
wives are no joke.

-[laughs] Oh.
-[laughs]

-[meows]
-Gonzo.

-Yeah, good girl.
-[squeals]

[Elsbeth chuckles]

Right now
this is exactly what I need.

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