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Floor managers who look lost,

security that thinks it's okay to take early lunch.

Think I'm running a day care instead of a casino.

It's funny you mention a day care, Joey...

You know, I pay these people good money,

and all I get in return is incompetence.

Look, Joey,

if you want to switch up the vetting, done.

But right now I got something

that'll put a smile on your face.

The assignment you put me on.

Well, why didn't you lead with that?

Go ahead.

Convince me that I'm not surrounded by fools.

We tailed Mr. Smith to a motel way out on the edge of town.

My guy rolled up all disguised.

Ball cap, hoodie...

you know, looking real low-budget.

- Doesn't want to be seen. - Not at all.

Walks right up to the door, knocks...

Well, who answered the door?

[chuckles softly]

I didn't get a good look.

But I did have a friendly conversation with the, uh,

fine-ass desk clerk.

Save the details for your romance novel, Randy.

Get to the point.

Room's booked to a Rashad Moore.

Heard of him?

Can't say that I have.

No priors, no write-ups, not even a parking ticket.

So you're saying Lia Whitmore's clean?

Not exactly.

Her name does pop up in one case.

This woman, Lynette Wise,

she allegedly embezzled a mountain of retirement money

before the feds bagged her.

Okay, and what's that got to do with Garland's chief of staff?

Lia is listed as one of the victims.

She lost her entire nest egg.

A clear incentive to join the red market.

And keep it all buried.

If she gets caught, she doesn't just lose her job.

Retirement in a jail cell instead of some beach condo.

Probably do anything to keep this quiet.

[sighs]

Naomi.

The chief?

As in my boss?

She's the one who threatened me?

You have said she's...

- been off around you. - Yeah, because I thought

she disapproved of Grayson and me. I never imagined...

Oh, my God. [groans]

Is she the one that's behind the attacks?

- On Grayson. On Max Rodriguez. - I don't know.

Jacob wouldn't say what kind of crime ring this was

- or how high Dr. Whitmore sits in it. - She is the chief.

Naomi, she runs the whole damn hospital.

- This cannot be happening. - Okay,

you cannot fall apart.

You have to act like everything is normal.

Oh, God, that's easy for you to say.

My job, my ex-boyfriend, my whole world

- just came crashing down. - Okay, then leave.

Right now. Say that you're sick

or that there's a family emergency.

If you let her catch on that we know,

you're putting us, Grayson and Jacob

- even more at risk. - Okay.

? ?

You do know the whole point of me treating you to lunch

was to actually eat

and not just stare at your food like it personally offended you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I'll have an appetite after the meeting.

Don't stress, babe.

The hospital already folded once.

Only because of that sternly worded letter

Bill and Naomi sent.

Well, no more voluntary sabbatical.

And you're back to seeing patients, right?

- Yes, thankfully. - Because they know

that you didn't do anything wrong,

that this whole lawsuit is garbage.

I still hate that your family's now wrapped up into my mess.

Don't.

And you're family now, remember?

You helped my dad when he had his stroke.

Now it's his turn to help you.

My dad and Naomi do this for a living.

The only thing that you should be worried about

is Hazel Harcourt's attorney,

since he's about to get his ass handed to him

on a silver platter.

[phone ringing]

Yes, Caroline.

Already?

You're joking.

[scoffs]

All right, fine.

Send him in.

[sighs]

[Bill chuckles softly]

So you're Hazel Harcourt's attorney.

Missed you, too, buddy.

Okay, but how does Jacob even know that the chief is a part

- of this? - My guess...

My guess is that Grayson told him.

Probably to get Jacob to keep you safe

- since he couldn't convince you to leave town. - [sighs]

- Have you spoken to him? - No.

He's probably long gone by now.

He needed to get his mom somewhere safe,

somewhere far away from this whole nightmare.

I may never see him again.

Okay, you can't think like that right now.

Grayson did what he needed to do to stay alive.

- Okay. - Now it's your turn.

Okay?

You need to put it out there

that the two of you are finished.

No rumors, no confusion.

Make sure no one can twist it.

There is nothing going on between you

- and Grayson. - I told the chief that last night.

Okay, good.

And-and I'll stay with you tonight.

You really shouldn't be alone right now.

[phone chimes]

Is that Jacob?

Has something happened with Grayson?

It's just my dad's office.

I, um... I need to get going.

- And, honestly, you should, too. - [sighs]

I can't. I already agreed to fill in a few more hours.

- Ashley. - It's not that much longer, okay?

Go do your Olivia Pope thing.

I'll be fine.

Okay, just text me when you get off.

And if anything...

I mean anything...

feels wrong,

leave immediately.

- I will. - Okay.

[elevator bell dings]

Everything okay?

Oh, you startled me. [chuckles]

You seem a little...

out of it.

I'm just tired.

You know how overtime can be.

- Mm-hmm. - But keeping busy is the key

to getting over a breakup.

I know...

it's not easy.

But in time,

you'll see it was for the best.

Look, you can't approach Lia directly about this fraud case.

She knows you're an investigative reporter.

But there are other people I can talk to

that wouldn't link me back to her right away.

Okay. Who you thinking?

The alleged embezzler.

Her defense attorney at the time...

Tomas. Kat's man.

Yeah. I know him.

He's a good guy.

We chopped it up once or twice.

But do you think he'd be open

to having a conversation with you about this?

Worth a try.

Even though I did try to ambush him with Vernon

- at Chelsea's fashion show. - Yeah, I heard about that.

Maybe try keeping it professional this time.

Yeah, yeah. I'll frame it as research

for a larger piece on financial crimes.

Maybe I can pull out of him

how Lia's name got mixed up in all this.

Yeah. That might work.

Yeah. And then there's always my mother-in-law.

I can stop by the hospital. I can talk to Nicole,

see if she's heard any rumors about Lia over the years.

Yeah, I don't know. I wouldn't go there.

Especially since you tried hacking into her computer.

- There's no proof of that. - Yeah,

but it still feels close to home.

With everything that we've risked to bring this ring down,

trust me, I am not gonna be the one to blow this up.

What else did your friendly desk clerk have to say about this...

Rashad Moore?

Said he doesn't live there.

Just pops in every other night,

then bounces.

Interesting.

Gets a lot of visitors, too.

Mostly men.

And they tend to, uh...

stick around for a while.

Long enough to work up a sweat?

I showed Shaquayla,

the... desk clerk,

a picture of Smitty.

She recognized him immediately.

Said he's been there quite a few times.

Oh, that doesn't sound scandalous at all.

I don't know what Rashad's got going on up in there, but...

I don't judge.

Some people punch clocks,

others punch mattresses.

Either way, they're, uh...

they're making a living.

Doesn't matter.

These days, perception is worth more

- than proof. - [chuckles]

Married guy running around in disguises,

meeting at sketchy motels...

that headline wrote itself.

Where's Smitty now?

I got Vinny on him.

I'll check in.

Come in.

Now, I heard a rumor

that your mother rang some sort of bell.

Was it the dinner bell?

Ah, a church bell.

[chuckles] I know this hospital gossips

like a Sunday brunch table,

- but there are no rumors. - Mm.

Mother officially finished her chemo.

- She's done, Carlton. - Mm. [grunts]

She did it.

That is incredible.

I only wish I could have been there.

You were.

In spirit.

You've been there since the beginning.

Since New Year's Eve,

when I had to bail on you

so that she could break the news about her diagnosis.

That night feels like a lifetime ago.

You have been there every step,

supporting my family and me through the rough patches.

Not everyone would've.

But then again,

you're not just anyone.

How'd your surgery go?

Oh, you know,

textbook septoplasty.

Recovery goes well,

the patient's wife might even let him back into the bedroom.

I may have just saved a marriage.

May the snoring be banished forever.

- For their sake. - [chuckles]

- For both their sake. [chuckles] - [laughing]

Although, I suppose it validates you going to sleep

in your own bed last night to get rest.

A choice that has pained me more than you know.

I need to make it up to you.

I'll take you up on that.

How's your afternoon looking?

Pretty damn good from this vantage point.

You got a lot of nerve showing up here.

- Oh, do I? - Mike,

I put you out to pasture for good reason.

You know? I mean, you were done.

- Washed-up. Finished. - [chuckles softly]

I did enjoy my retirement.

The golf courses at Chevy Chase

are so picturesque this time of year.

Then maybe you should take your ass back there.

A man can only golf so much

before he starts missing the thrill of the courtroom.

You know, sometimes a case comes along

that's just too tempting to resist.

"A case comes along"? Please.

You tracked down Hazel Harcourt

and you begged her to let you take this one on, didn't you?

- Does she know that we have history? - [chuckles softly]

That this is personal for you?

Oh, absolutely.

Oh.

- I told her everything. - Yeah.

I doubt that.

How you and I came up the ladder together.

How we used to be best friends

until you decided you were too good for me.

Oh. Revisionist history then.

You seemed to miss the part

about how your judgment was compromised,

your ethics were questionable,

and you became a liability that the firm simply couldn't afford.

Funny how you're that liability now.

I'm gonna make you regret ever thinking that you could bury me.

- I'm here. What you got? - Intel on Lia Whitmore.

I'm listening.

She lost all her retirement savings last year.

A woman embezzled a bunch of bank clients,

and Lia was one of 'em.

And we know this how?

Same source as before.

So I still need to protect him.

[sighs] I don't like it.

But I get it.

So what do we do about Lia?

- Son, are you sure about this? - Pops, look,

I know you don't want to believe that she's involved,

but this proves she has financial motive.

She's also consulted for the department for years.

Based on her experience as a trauma surgeon,

her testimony helped put some people away.

And if she's dirty, it calls all of that into question.

[sighs] Defense attorneys will have a field day.

Convictions overturned, sentences commuted.

I hear you.

But we got to go where the evidence leads,

and right now, everything points to her.

All right.

Find out how high she is in the chain of command.

If she's mid-level, we'll get her to flip on the ringleaders,

offer her immunity in exchange for testimony.

Thanks, Pops.

And there's something else.

If it's about keeping eyes on your wife and Ashley Morgan,

it's handled.

Plainclothes, rotating shift.

That way, if our bad guys try to make a move,

we will nail them.

So far, nothing suspicious.

I appreciate it.

Yeah.

Son, stay safe.

Dr. Montgomery.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Your expert advice nearly cost a child his life.

- What do you have to say to that? - What? I didn't do...

Don't answer that. She has no comment.

You can contact her lawyers for a statement.

Chelsea Hamilton, is ChelseaKat

- peddling wellness culture now? - Okay,

- just back up. - No, but are you?

Get the hell out of my face.

REPORTER: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ladies!

Hey! Back up! Both of you.

He was harassing my fianc�e.

I'm fine. Really.

I'm pressing charges.

Hey, weren't you here early this morning?

Oh, uh, one of the nurses had car issues.

- He'll be in soon. - NICOLE: Uh,

if anyone asks for me. I will not be back after lunch.

- Neither will I. - ASHLEY: Enjoy.

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd be long gone.

I wanted to.

But I dragged you into this,

so if you're sticking around, so am I.

Don't be stupid. I'll be fine.

The chief knows we broke up.

- You know about Lia? - That she's the one pulling the strings?

That she's the one who threatened me?

- You care to fill in the blanks? - Ashley, I...

You can't?

You don't get to use that excuse on me anymore.

What does she have you wrapped up in?

- Are you moving drugs for her? - No, it's not...

- it's not drugs. - And what's the deal with the free clinic?

- Why are you so desperate to get in there? - [shushing]

Is that the chief, too?

Just keep your voice down, please.

And, yeah, it was her idea, but Derek said no,

- so I'm off the hook. - Well, not anymore.

She insisted you're back on.

- She told you that? - Derek did.

He's furious.

Whatever's at that clinic, Lia wants it bad.

What does she have you wrapped up in, Grayson?

What is it?

Oh, if it isn't the DMV's most intrepid reporter.

Mr. Armstrong.

I'm glad I ran into you.

Now I don't have to track you down.

- I was actually on my way to... - This won't take but a minute.

I've got a scoop for you.

How's this for a headline?

"Husband of promising politician

seen with mystery man at local motel."

It's catchy, isn't it?

Oh, now the party can start.

Don't tell me you wore that outfit just for me.

Hey. You need to watch your mouth, Mike.

My feelings exactly, Dad. Thank you.

Mike.

You were about to apologize?

Sorry.

Now, what are we dealing with here?

Exactly what it looks like.

Mike is still nursing that bruised ego of his

after I kicked his ass to the curb.

Thinks this case is his shot at payback.

Correction, justice.

You remember what that word means, right?

[chuckles softly]

If this is your idea of justice,

it is the saddest, most pathetic thing I have ever seen.

And I wonder what the Office of Disciplinary Counsel will say

when they find out you're turning your client's lawsuit

into a personal grudge match.

You don't have to wonder.

I've got their number right here.

Better yet,

I've got a contact there.

I'll ask him tonight.

At the Nationals game. My suite.

Spoiler alert...

- they'll side with me. - [scoffs]

You're bluffing.

Bottom line, it doesn't matter

how good you think you are, Mike.

You've got nothing here.

Dr. Montgomery never met Hazel Harcourt.

She never spoke with her, never advised her,

never treated her.

And the doctor's medical opinion was misrepresented by someone

who has absolutely no authority.

And no jury's gonna crucify a woman for words

they weren't even hers.

Oh, that's debatable.

It's not.

The law's clear.

Also irrelevant.

It'll take you forever

to get this in front of a jury.

And in the meantime,

I'm gonna do what I do best.

Harass women?

Just one in particular.

I'll drag Madison Montgomery's name down to the Earth's core

and tear her reputation apart piece by piece.

I'll delay the process with motions and depositions.

She'll break eventually.

And settle

just to make me go away.

Mike, there's plenty of things women would do

to make you go away.

Settling is not one of them.

Wait, hold on, Counselor.

Let's skip the foreplay, yeah?

What's the ask?

Yum.

Oh. [chuckles]

Come on, Mike. You're killing me.

Careful, Bill.

Before you choke on that pride of yours.

CHELSEA: I can't believe

he's pressing charges.

He should be apologizing for ambushing us.

If he really is a reporter,

maybe he saw it as just doing his job?

That doesn't include shoving your phone in people's faces.

I'm a public figure, not public property.

I appreciate you coming to my rescue.

I was not about to let him punk you.

He better be glad all I cracked was his phone

instead of testing those right hooks we practiced.

- Mmm. [chuckles] - [chuckles]

If you had, I'd be taking you out of here in handcuffs.

What, so he's not pressing charges?

Fortunately, no.

I was able to calm him down.

But he wants you to pay for the phone damages.

Tell him I'll buy his phone instead.

That's smart. You can't afford for that recording

to get out there.

I'll see what I can do, but no promises.

"Husband of promising politician

seen with mystery man at local motel."

It's a little wordy, don't you think?

It wouldn't make it past any decent editor.

Cute.

But just how much does your husband know

about your clandestine meetings?

Oh, not that it's any of your business, but Martin knows

that sometimes my sources prefer to talk away from prying eyes.

Some anyway.

Well, that must be some sensitive source

for that kind of cloak-and-dagger.

You wouldn't be writing about male prostitution?

Wow.

How did you know?

Yeah, and seeing as you are the proud owner

of Heart Attach Escort Service,

do you mind giving me a quote?

No?

I guess we can keep this off the record then.

You ever read Superman?

It's a great classic comic.

There's a character,

Jimmy Olsen,

- photographer for the paper. - Mm.

Yeah, he's a good guy.

Loyal but unlucky.

He always needs Superman to swoop in and save him

from whatever mess he's wandered into.

I assume you're Superman in this scenario?

I've been called a lot worse.

[line ringing]

[phone buzzes]

Yeah.

We have a problem. Joey Armstrong

- has someone tailing me. - Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah, he just ran into me

to talk to me about meeting someone at a motel.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hang on. That sounds sus.

- He doesn't think you're... - Having an affair.

Either that or I have a prostitute addiction.

Either way, he doesn't know that it's a police op.

And whatever his guy saw, he didn't recognize you.

Well, I guess the cover's paying off.

For now.

What if Joey Armstrong is sniffing around?

Man, this is the last thing we need right now.

GRAYSON [quietly]: I'm doing this to protect you.

Protect me?

I'm the one who saved your life.

I broke protocol.

I risked my-my license,

my career, everything for you.

You don't understand.

Then make me.

Tell me what is going on.

Okay.

It's...

it's the blood bank. I have access...

Hit me.

What?

Lia's watching. Hit me. Now.

- No, I... - Don't be such a bitch about it!

- [groans] - [panting]

Felt like you meant that.

Can you blame me?

- LIA: What on earth? - Uh, I'm done.

I keep telling him it's over,

- and, uh, he won't take no for an answer. - Ashley,

Ashley, if you'll just hear me out...

The woman has spoken.

Back to the lab.

[kissing]

[chuckling]

You really hid around the corner

until Mona and Laura left?

[laughs]

I didn't mind. It reminded me of high school again...

waiting for the parents to leave so I could sneak in the window.

You actually did that?

Oh, more than once.

You know I could never.

[chuckles] Not even for a little intimate make out session.

Oh, then I guess we have more to make up for than last night.

Yes, we do.

So you better make it good.

- [chuckles] - [giggling]

$40 million?

You cannot be serious.

For all the pain and suffering my client's endured.

And, naturally,

we expect Dr. Montgomery to pay

for the child's ongoing medical expenses.

She is responsible for them.

No more responsible than a drought is for a flood.

Listen, I'm open to discuss a settlement

if it makes sense

but that's not an offer... it's theater.

Have you seen the little boy who almost died?

[chuckles softly]

Face of an angel.

And the video of Hazel Harcourt sobbing?

[chuckles] Oh, that's Oscar-worthy.

She tells the whole world

how close she came to losing

the light of her life.

Thanks to your client's callous indifference.

[laughing]

You know this is all BS,

and you are willing to exploit an innocent kid

just to get revenge?

I am merely representing my client's interests.

That's what lawyers do.

This is what bottom-feeders do.

BILL: You know, I...

I gave you more credit, Mike.

You were a pain in the ass

and you were too much trouble to keep around,

but damn if you weren't a good lawyer.

And now you've turned into an ambulance chaser? A hustler?

You sure you want to sink this low?

I know all your tricks, Bill.

So save your flattery and self-righteous concern.

The insurance company is gonna settle.

That's inevitable.

But will your client still have a career

after the court of public opinion is through with them?

Hmm?

You know,

all it takes...

just one little upload.

Hmm.

Or...

you can prevent it.

Convince your client to settle.

Forthwith.

You mean give in to extortion?

Fat chance, Mike.

I will never understand

how any kid of yours turned out to be an idealist.

Must be that social justice warrior side of the family.

But you and I,

we know what makes the world go round.

You disgust me, Mike.

Get the hell out.

Suit yourself.

But when this video drops,

remember...

you had a chance to stop it.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

[phone buzzes]

What now?

We got another situation.

I need you to find out what's going on with Joey Armstrong.

Joey? What about him?

For some reason, he's got his goons following Smitty.

And?

What's Smitty got to do with this?

He's your source?

You brought the Duprees into this?

Just him.

He brought me the tip.

And if he jumps the gun

and publishes anything before this is squared away...

He won't. It's a part of our deal.

Nothing gets published until I give him the green light.

You mean before I give him

Damn, Jacob.

He's gonna keep a tight lid on this, Pops.

I trust him.

Smitty.

Ashley. Hey.

- How's it going? - I heard you were

- looking for me the other day. - Yeah,

I just figured you could help me with some things,

but Shanice actually filled in the blanks.

Blood and plasma, right?

It sounds like a really interesting story

you're investigating.

Yeah, interesting's probably overstating it.

It's a PSA more than anything.

It's an awareness piece about supply issues.

It's nothing attention-grabbing.

But I'm actually here to see my mother-in-law, so...

Oh. What about?

The cotillion's coming up.

You've used that excuse on me before.

And, uh, besides, Nicole's not here anymore anyway.

Um, you could always leave her a note.

I'd suggest to send her a text, but, um,

Naomi said that you like the old-fashioned pen and paper.

Yeah, well, it worked for Hemingway.

But if Nicole's office is locked, I can...

I have access to Nicole's office.

WOMAN [over P.A.]: Orderly to 211.

[elevator bell dings]

In case of emergencies.

This isn't an emergency.

Depends on your definition.

Come with me.

You know, Elon, when you come into my place of business

wearing that uniform,

it makes my customers nervous.

Good.

Maybe they'll play cleaner.

The last time we spoke face-to-face,

you told me that you weren't interested in the red market.

Still not.

Is that right?

When we last spoke,

you told me you were launching an undercover investigation

to nail the ringleader, this...

Impaler guy.

[chuckles]: Why-why would I choose now of all times

to get into that business?

'Cause if you thought a competitor

was about to take a fall,

I don't know,

maybe you might be willing to slide in,

establish yourself while the market is still in chaos.

You know,

you have all those finely tuned powers of observation.

So you probably noticed

as you walked through my casino just now

all those people literally throwing their money away.

That's my business model.

There's no nightmare logistics,

no need for refrigeration,

and no blood on the carpet.

Well, at least not daily.

We both know

there's larger profit margins in the red market.

You really think I want to sell blood like it's bootleg whiskey?

And why are we even talking about this?

I told you the last time

how repulsed I am by the idea.

Mm. Back then, you weren't having Bradley Smith followed.

At least not that I knew about.

Is that the story Jimmy Olsen is chasing?

Fascinating.

Okay, what is this about?

This is an open investigation.

Jacob can't tell me anything, but you can.

- I don't know what you think... - Oh, come on, Smitty.

You're up to your neck in this.

Meanwhile, Chief Whitmore is out here threatening lives.

Grayson's, mine.

You expect me to believe that you don't know why?

You really think that Chief Whitmore's involved?

I know she's involved.

And I know that she's got Grayson running

some sort of side operation with the hospital's blood.

That's what your expos�'s about, right?

Sorry, I can't share details about any of my stories,

not even with my husband.

So Martin doesn't know that two people have been stabbed.

Or that Jacob,

his family, got jumped?

Yeah, maybe he should.

Maybe I should tell him myself.

And while I'm at it, I'll make sure to mention

how you hacked into his mother's computer.

[snorts]

Wow. [chuckles] That's...

two blackmails in one day. I must be doing something right.

No, this isn't blackmail. Smitty.

This is desperation.

[shudders]

They tried to kill Grayson.

I'm just trying to figure out why.

If it helps,

killing him wasn't the goal.

Then what was?

Getting him to stay in line.

This is bigger than Garland.

Other hospitals, other blood banks.

God, is that why the chief wants him volunteering

at the free clinic?

Wait, what did you just say?

Back so soon?

I was coming to apologize to Ashley.

She's already clocked out.

Probably best to keep your distance

for your sake and for hers.

We're broken up, okay? So enough with the threats.

You won't have much time for romancing anyway.

You'll be too busy doing your civic duty,

volunteering at the clinic.

I told you, Derek doesn't want me coming

- anywhere near that place. - Mm-hmm.

Until I went over his head.

To Leslie Thomas.

Your first shift is tonight.

So Me Too'd Mike is opposing counsel?

It was news to us, too.

And nobody has a problem with this?

If he's just using this case to get back at Dad,

isn't that, I don't know, illegal?

Unfortunately, a lot of things

that are blatantly unethical

- are still perfectly legal. - BILL: Yeah.

If he can claim that he's representing

his client's best interest,

the state bar association won't touch him.

[sighs] That's insane.

Yeah, well, welcome to the legal system.

But, still, it could work in our favor.

I know Mike's playbook, so we can just, you know,

counter his moves before he can even implement them.

Stay one step ahead the whole time.

I like it.

[sighs] Or...

maybe you refer me to another lawyer?

- Is that really what you want? - CHELSEA: No,

it isn't.

My dad and Naomi are the people you want in your corner.

Nobody's gonna fight for you like family does.

She's got a point, Madison.

We do have skin in the game.

I just hate that this case is causing you all so much trouble.

Chelsea nearly got arrested defending me.

Chelsea?

I was waiting for the right time to tell you.

It really wasn't that deep. Some reporter

at Orphey Gene's got a little too handsy with his questions,

so I made him back off.

- Back off how? - I told him to move.

He didn't move, so I moved him.

So it got physical.

It was barely a tap, but he dropped his phone

and cracked his screen and suddenly he's screaming

like I committed assault.

MADISON: Thankfully, Chief Hawthorne was there to mediate.

Chelsea tried to buy the phone,

but the reporter wouldn't budge.

Hmm. Mm.

One guess as to who sent him.

- Classic Mike. - Yeah.

Bait Chelsea into losing her cool

and get a reaction on camera.

I'm so sorry. You okay, sweetheart?

I'm fine.

I'm better than fine, actually.

Now that I know it was Mike who sent that guy,

I'm glad I didn't let him

- push us around. - [Bill chuckles]

That's my girl.

So Lia is insisting that Grayson be allowed at the clinic?

- Yes. - And you know this how?

My ex-fianc� runs it.

Oh, I didn't realize you and Derek were still...

communicating.

We're friends.

Anyway, Derek didn't want Grayson there.

He fought it.

- Because of you. - Because he doesn't trust him.

And it turns out Derek's right, 'cause Grayson

is obviously involved in something illegal

having to do with the hospital's blood supply.

I think that is a reasonable assumption.

You're choosing your words too carefully.

What aren't you saying?

At this point,

- I'm not t... - You've been digging, Smitty!

You came to visit Max.

I can't say anything about Max.

Can't or won't?

- Both. - Okay.

God.

Then talk to me about Grayson.

Okay?

He came here to visit Max. Why?

Did Lia put him up to finish a job someone else started?

[sighs]

Unless...

Please don't tell me that Grayson is the one

who stabbed him.

No.

Jacob sent Grayson to the hospital to help Max,

not hurt him.

He snuck Max out,

risking his own life to do so.

He did?

Look,

I don't know Grayson.

But according to Jacob,

he is a good man.

He's just in over his head.

When you get to the clinic,

learn the lay of the land.

See how things work.

I will text you in a few days with your instructions

- for the first drop. - Wait a minute.

You don't expect me to start taking...

blood right away.

What I expect you to do is know your place.

If you did what I told you to do in the first place,

you would already be working there.

Now...

we have to make up for lost time.

[kissing]

- [grunts] - [chuckling]

[panting]

Might be the most fun I've ever had on a break.

[chuckling]

This is exactly what I needed.

Good.

Because I plan on making a habit of this.

What, middle of the afternoon breaks?

No.

Being exactly what you need.

Elon,

you have restored my faith in human love.

It's a relief to know that Smitty was meeting with a source

and not breaking his wedding vows.

Like you cared.

That source wouldn't be your son, would it?

You did say that Jacob was running point

on this undercover op.

I can't have your men bumbling around

in the middle of an active investigation.

I'll sit this one out.

I'll cheer on the boys in blue from the sidelines.

Don't get cute with me.

Pull your men. Now.

[phone buzzing]

Boss.

You still have eyes on Smitty?

Yep.

Smitty's here at Garland

chopping it up with Nurse Baddie.

You know, the one that's besties with Bill Hamilton's daughter.

Small world.

The chief of police just dropped by with a warning.

So what you want me to do?

- Pull out? - No.

Just let me know where he goes.

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