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You're frowning. Why?

There something on my chart?

More like something not on your chart.

Tell me about your seizures again.

I... I just freeze up and black out for a bit.

You know, kind of like an old-school computer glitch.

But Dani said that you were completely unresponsive

and lost consciousness in the ambulance.

That's never happened before?

There might have been one or two other times.

That massage did the trick.

My knots had knots.

Pure heaven.

Thanks for convincing me to stay.

Mm. And you know who else could use one?

Bill. I need to touch base with him anyway.

It's been a while.

BILL: Hey.

-How's the club? -Great.

I was just telling Caroline

I should book a massage for you.

We just got one, and it was to die for.

Actually, I can't. I'm in, uh, Richmond.

Yeah, I got a call from Sutton. An emergency situation.

You're out of town?

Why didn't you tell me?

I could've gone with you, or at least said goodbye.

Oh, and spoil your fun?

Oh, you know, these things happen suddenly.

I had to hop that train.

And you knew that I would disapprove.

You can't overdo. You got to take care of yourself, Bill.

I intend to. I promise.

How long will you be gone?

Won't know until I know.

But one way or another,

I've got to get this whole situation resolved.

? ?

Please, take a seat.

I appreciate you coming down after hours like this.

I hope I can help.

I'm assuming this has to do with the profile I created

on the Impaler for Smitty?

Yes. The case is top priority again,

especially considering Lia Whitmore's death.

I'm sure Smitty's articles were quite impactful.

I even heard that the Red Market in San Francisco

was taken down because of them.

All true. And with the recent developments,

I'm hoping it opens up something.

Like what?

Anything that will uncover information

about the Impaler and his organization,

maybe put more pressure on him.

I've been reading and rereading files

comparing our expert profiles with yours.

It sounds like you're on it.

What exactly do you need me for, Jacob?

I'm hoping you can help me see what I'm missing.

Bill Hamilton CT scans. Any idea what the delay is?

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Roberts to bed 391.

I need the radiologist's read.

(phone vibrates)

Sorry. I have another call coming in,

but please have them page me as soon as it's ready.

Thanks.

Hey, babe.

Hey. I'm thinking about dinner.

You want to grab a bite?

We can stay close to the hospital.

I wish, but I... I can't get away.

Well, points for devotion, babe,

but aren't you just doing research for tonight?

It's not like you're dipping on a patient.

I know, um, but I'm... I'm in the zone.

Thanks for the invite, though, babe.

Well, how long will you be? Will you be home before I crash?

Uh... We'll see. We'll see.

You know, why don't you let me get back to things

so I can try to get out of here, okay?

-Love you. -I love...

Hello?

-(phone chimes) -Oh.

Mom? Mom. What's going on?

You sounded frantic on the phone.

Maybe I am.

You are my attorney.

Everything I say to you falls under attorney-client privilege.

Mom, what is going on?

Listen. This affects you too.

Bill came over here this afternoon,

and before you give me that disapproving look,

he told me that he had just passed out again.

What? No, he has a pacemaker now. How did that...

And then, when we were talking, he completely zoned out.

What do you mean?

It-it was like he was unconscious.

His eyes were open, but he was totally unresponsive.

-Oh, my God. -Right? So, I call 911.

I got him to Garland. I went, too.

And by the time I left him, he was stable

and seemed like himself again.

He still must be worried.

Thank God he wasn't alone or driving when this happened.

-Mom, this is serious. -You don't know the half of it.

Bill didn't want me to tell anyone he had been admitted

until they know what's going on with him.

But I had to tell you.

Okay. Not Chelsea or even Hayley?

Baby, I need you to hear this.

Because I think I know why your father's health

has been deteriorating.

You do? Okay, what is it?

It's not a what.

It's a who.

Hayley has been poisoning him.

How are you feeling?

Dyn-o-mite.

You know, I probably shouldn't know that reference, but I do.

All right, I'll schedule an EEG as soon

as I can nail down a tech and confer with a colleague.

More tests?

Now that I know that you've had blackouts, you bet.

I want to monitor your brain activity overnight.

Are you sure we shouldn't contact your wife

and let her know what's going on?

No, no. When we know what's going on, she'll know.

I'm sure that you think this is the best way to handle things,

but this is hard, Bill.

Chelsea just called me, and I hated, I hated lying to her.

I know I'm putting you in a tough position with Chelsea,

but I also know that no other doctor will work as hard for me.

You just stick with me?

I will.

Oh. I finally got the report from your CT scan.

And?

Unfortunately, nothing that would explain

the seizures you've experienced,

which is even more of a reason to do an EEG

-and get my colleague involved. -All right.

Maybe we need a fresh set of eyes.

All right, all right. Okay.

Well, book whatever tests I need,

but you're still heading my case. I only want the best.

Oh.

Well, remember that if you're ever inclined

to withhold information from me again.

Point taken. But just work faster, please,

before someone finds out I'm here.

Especially my wife.

Why would Bill just up and go to Richmond?

I don't even know where he's staying,

and I hate going back to a empty house.

Oh. What about we go to the bar

and grab some mai tais?

Sounds great, but I should get going.

This was fun. Thanks for inviting me.

Sure. Thanks for coming. Let's do it again soon?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Mom, I know you're desperate to find out

what's causing this with Dad, but you can't go around

alleging that Hayley's intentionally harming him.

She's already intentionally harmed him

by tearing apart his family.

Only she wanted a hell of a lot more

than becoming Fairmont Crest's latest trophy wife.

You want motive?

Bill took out a huge life insurance policy

with Hayley named as the beneficiary.

Okay, there's nothing unusual about the policy.

I assumed Dad had one, and a spouse is usually named.

A spouse who gets a huge payday

in the event of her husband's demise.

-Enough to want Dad gone? -That's what I'm wondering.

And then you throw in the-the beachfront house in St. Barts.

How much you want to bet Hayley's name is on that deed?

Again, it's not out of line. They're married.

Not if she gets caught cheating.

Did you ever manage to get a sneak peek

at that prenup while you were sitting in Bill's chair?

No. Dad doesn't keep personal documents in his work computer,

-but I assume there's a cheating clause, -Shoot.

because he was very adamant

about me having one in my prenup with Jacob.

No, there's one in there,

and Hayley knows that if she gets caught cheating

she leaves with bupkes.

It's still speculative.

And we already went down that cheating road with Randy.

Remember? We hit a dead end.

Please.

It's only a matter of time until Hayley gets caught straying,

which is why she needs to get rid of Bill now

because then she gets to play the grieving widow

and inherit what she can,

cash in on that life insurance policy.

You sound like Kat with all her true crime podcasts.

Because they're true, Naomi.

We already know how devious she is.

What we don't know is what

she was up to before she hit the DMV.

What kind of person infiltrates a family,

stabs them in the back, and then builds up her life around them?

I'll tell you what kind:

a psychopath and a doe-eyed liar. Am I wrong?

Maybe not.

What do you know?

I didn't want to tell you because I know how you get,

but I told Dad that Hayley faked her ultrasound.

Say what now?

I found out, and I confronted her.

She admitted it and told me that she couldn't face

the possibility that something was wrong with her baby.

So you're telling me this whack job

stole a photo of someone else's baby in utero?

Well, maybe she did have a miscarriage then.

She needed to string Bill along.

-Or not. -Either way.

It proves she'll do anything.

What did your father say?

He said that he'd handle it,

but he obviously didn't, since they're still together.

Because he refuses to see Hayley for who she is.

As hard as it is to admit, he loves her.

No, he cannot reconcile that he messed up as badly as he did.

That he threw his family away for some twit

who doesn't give a damn about him.

Who would poison him

and put him six feet underground for a pile of cash.

Bill cannot see the truth about who Hayley is, but I do.

I'm coming for that ratchet bitch,

and Hayley's gonna pay for what she has done.

Based on how the plasma ring was structured and the fact

that his employees had no direct contact with him,

the so-called Impaler is meticulous

when it comes to planning,

which suggests that he is well-educated, with a high IQ.

Our expert would agree.

He rules through fear,

cultivates it by operating in shadows.

He knows that his success is based on him

remaining a mystery.

That's tough to do in today's society,

with cameras everywhere.

Which makes what he has managed to achieve

without being detected very impressive.

Well, that freak killed my friend,

so I'll withhold any admiration.

You know I am sorry about Derek. I was just being clinical.

I in no way admire this criminal.

I'm just saying that he should not be underestimated.

Bottom line, my professional profile is this.

Given the information that I have,

I believe the Impaler is a malignant narcissist.

Someone with a powerful personality

who's capable of drawing people in with a superficial charm,

which belies his aggressive yet violent nature.

Okay. So, a cold-blooded, charming egomaniac. Got it.

Are there any weak spots you can see?

Possibly.

People with highly inflated egos

don't like to be challenged or threatened.

It could cause them to lose control and lash out,

which could make them make mistakes.

Carefully pushed buttons could lead to his downfall.

The trick is finding the right buttons to push.

Did I tell you anything you hadn't considered yet?

You've given my considerations a lot more weight.

It helps to have my instincts verified by a psychiatrist,

-so thank you, Nicole. -You're welcome.

-Jacob, please be careful. -Will do.

You should know, after this,

I won't have anything more to do with this case.

Hey. Hi. What-what-what are you doing here?

Well, since you couldn't get away for dinner,

I brought dinner to you.

That's sweet. You-you didn't have to go out of your way.

Not that sweet.

I know you too well. I could tell that something's up.

And don't even try to deny it.

So, what aren't you telling me?

What happened? Are you okay?

Well, I kind of passed out at Dani's house.

She got me here so I can get checked out.

Good thing she did. What did the doctor say?

Yeah, we'll get to that. Let me silence my phone.

Okay. But now that you're here,

I don't want anyone reaching out.

-Not even Hayley? -No one.

You know, aside from medical personnel and Dani,

you're the only one who knows I'm here,

and I want to keep it that way.

Hayley thinks you're in Richmond handling Sutton.

-So she bought that? -I backed you up.

I knew you would.

I'm here for whatever you need, Bill.

Yeah, that's why I asked you to come.

Caroline, I need you to tell me the truth

and not hold anything back.

I mean, Madison's been running tests for months,

and there's been no evidence of poison

or-or foul play in Dad's blood work.

Hayley is smart enough to not use some evil potion

with a skull and crossbones on the label.

She probably found something undetectable.

But think about it.

Why does your father do so much better

when he's under medical care, and then,

as soon as he gets home, he does worse?

And it's not like she exactly prevented him

from checking himself out of the hospital

when his diagnosis was unconfirmed.

She's isolating him, even from you and Chelsea,

insisting that you call before you go over there.

-She's up to no good. -And she's all over his diet.

Since when has she become devoted

to rattling pots and pans?

And he said that she's making him all of these

healthy teas and smoothies.

I'm sure there's nothing healthy about them.

You know, come to think of it,

she once knocked a cup of Dad's tea out of my hands

right as I was about to drink it.

And on his birthday, she got weird about which cupcake I ate.

And again, the other day, I took half of Dad's sandwich,

and she got really testy about it, but...

-I ate it anyway. -Oh, my God. Did you feel sick?

-No. -Well, thank God.

But she probably didn't have very much in there.

She's playing the long game.

We have to get our hands on whatever Hayley is giving Dad.

Plus the life insurance papers,

the-the-the deed for St. Barts, the prenup.

Can we call Jacob and get a warrant?

On what grounds?

As wild as this is, the dots are connecting,

but it's all still circumstantial

and not enough to prove a case.

Then I have to go to Bill's house and get evidence.

Mom, that's trespassing,

and the last thing we need is for you to get arrested again.

I'm just going to get his pajamas for the hospital.

Can I have the passcode?

Nice try, but no. Actually, make that a hell no.

Naomi, your father is lying in the hospital with no diagnosis

and no treatment plan.

As much as I would love to nail that heifer to the wall,

I want to save Bill even more.

If we can get our hands

on whatever Hayley is giving him,

then Madison can devise an antidote.

If things get worse...

or, God forbid, your father dies,

and I sat back and did nothing,

then no matter how content I am in my relationship,

I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Now, will you help me?

If there's any truth to your theory

and it'll help save Dad, I'm in.

But I want your gun.

You are kidding.

You are not kidding. Okay. Okay.

You know where it is.

Thank you, sweetheart. Now you'll give me the password?

-Yes. -Okay, but don't text it.

I want you to write it down

so there's no record of your involvement.

Plausible deniability, right?

-And if Hayley's home? -Okay, good point.

Can you text her and invite her out?

I can try.

Well, you'll need to keep her busy long enough

-for me to find poisoned things. -Well, that could take a while.

That could be anything from toothpaste to spices.

Right. I'll have to get all of it.

Medications, uh, booze, mouthwash, protein powder,

juices for his smoothie. But I also want those documents.

Yeah, they're probably in his home office computer.

Do-do you have a flash drive?

No, but I'll check his safe.

He always kept hard copies of important documents there.

Right, but it's probably not the same safe.

What, you think you can break into his new one?

Knowing your father, he's a creature of habit,

and he's using that same old passcode.

We got to get moving

before Hayley packs it in for the night.

-All right, let's do this. -Okay.

? ?

Thank you for the code.

-Stall her as long as you can. -I will.

And just please text me as soon as you're done, okay?

-Good luck. -Okay.

It's okay.

How are things today with you and Hayley?

Good. Almost like when we used to hang out.

Almost?

It felt a little forced at times,

like Hayley was overcompensating.

Maybe she thought I'd report stuff back to you.

Stuff like what?

If you're wondering if Hayley said anything

that implied she was stepping out on you, she didn't.

Okay, but did she open up about anything concerning

our marriage or thoughts on my health?

Well, she had some worries on that score but, mostly,

it was the usual complaints

about how horrible your daughters are to her,

about how you're still attached to Dani.

She really didn't like you being in touch

while Dani was out of the country.

We ran into Andre.

And, of course, he had to run tell Hayley.

How'd she react?

Angry and hurt.

She tried to cover, but it was there.

But she mostly blamed Dani and defended you.

-She seems sincere. -Well, she always does.

You don't think she is? Is that...

why you haven't told her you've been admitted?

Hayley and I were pretty much newlyweds

when I was slammed by a stroke, and then

all these visits in and out of the hospital

with these crazy symptoms and then cardiac arrest.

I'm just starting to wonder how she's viewing me,

you know, as her husband

and protector or someone she's stuck with taking care of.

Don't even. You're no doddering old coot, Bill.

You're a powerful, brilliant man

who's battling an illness without a proper diagnosis.

It's just a matter of time.

I appreciate it, Caroline, but this timeline is problematic.

These episodes are happening far too often.

That's why I need to stay put until they can figure out

what the hell's going on with me,

and I need your help to do that.

I'm sorry that you felt the need to caretake me.

I... You know, if I sounded a way,

it's just because I've hit a wall,

and I haven't been able to make the connections

I'm trying to find.

Well, taking care of you is my pleasure.

And I know you'll soon knock that wall right on down,

because my fianc�e is as brilliant as she is beautiful.

That fellowship you were awarded backs me up.

Well, that feels good to hear.

You know what else feels good? Having a delicious dinner.

When's the last time you've eaten?

Um, earlier?

Well, no wonder you can't concentrate.

You need food for energy.

We are going to your office for a quick dinner,

and then I'll be on my way, okay?

And I'm not taking no for an answer, Doctor. Stat.

Text Naomi. I'm in.

(phone chimes)

Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

I feel like we need to clear the air.

About shooting your mouth off to Bill?

That, amongst other things.

Well, get to it, and make it worth my while,

or I'm out of here.

I appreciate you sticking around.

I think we should back up and address

the elephant in the room.

Well, then why don't you start by telling me

why you questioned my son-in-law in connection

with Lia Whitmore's death?

Look, Nicole, I know the family's upset about that,

but I have to follow up on every bit of information I have

regarding this case.

What exactly is it that you think Smitty's done?

Well, he hasn't been charged with anything.

That's all I'm at liberty to say right now.

Your nonanswer says it all.

I understand your position and I respect your work ethic,

but right now you are sitting on one side of the desk

and Smitty, Martin and Naomi are sitting on the other.

I know. So where does that leave you?

Deeply concerned about the personal dynamics at play

and the toll it might take on everyone involved.

You know, I remember when you first

started working for me.

You know, I knew you were sharp from the first interview.

I mean, not only did you catch on quick,

but what really impressed me was your...

...ability to always tell me the truth.

You know, when the other staffers

never even looked me in the eye.

-You were never scary to me. -I know.

I mean, you're savvy. You speak your mind.

You know, like the time when I got the date wrong

on a filing deadline,

and when I insisted I hadn't, you said,

"Fine. If you want to blow the case,

then that's your prerogative."

God, I still can't believe you didn't fire me.

Yeah. Yeah, it was out of line, but,

you know, I respected you because you were right.

And I realized I could rely on you.

-Just looking out for the boss. -Yeah, you always do.

That's why I know I can trust you.

So what's the plan?

Pretend to be out of town and lay low for a few days

while the doctors run tests?

Run interference with Hayley?

-Got it. Done. -Yeah. Yeah.

And I appreciate that, Caroline,

but before you go, I still need to know the truth.

I mean, does Hayley feel disenchanted

or overwhelmed by my health?

Back to this, huh?

Bill...

you really worried she might cheat on you?

I mean, hey, karma comes back around.

She's still a beautiful and vibrant woman.

Okay. Then let's go there.

What would you do if Hayley betrayed you?

I know you're furious that I told Dad

about your fake sonogram.

You promised to keep that to yourself.

And a fool I was, I believed it.

Hayley, you are nobody's fool.

And I sat on that info for a year.

Yeah, just holding it, ready for the right time to attack.

That is not true.

Dad had questions about your truthfulness lately,

and I just, I couldn't keep it from him anymore.

My truthfulness?

You mean, all that trash talk about me

and Sammy you guys were filling his head with, huh?

Well, Bill and I talked it over, and it's all behind us now.

So, sorry to disappoint.

I'm not disappointed. I'm relieved.

Now Dad has all the information.

It is out there, over and done with,

and I don't have to feel guilty about keeping this from him.

Neither do I.

Good.

So can we close this chapter

and move on from this whole mess?

You're serious?

Yes. Why can't we?

Yeah, because I'd like to believe you, but I don't.

Okay. Now we're talking.

Chocolate's pretty hard to spoon.

That's kind of disgusting.

All right.

And now for the good stuff.

All right.

Okay, just a little bit.

Ooh, how I wish you were not potentially poisoned.

I could use a drink right now.

On to the paperwork. All right.

No dice. All right.

Is it you?

Darn it. Where could you be?

Mm...

Is it you?

All right.

All right, come on, come on.

-(safe chimes) -Ooh!

Thank you, Bill, for that same old tired code.

Now, let's see what we've got.

Are you sure you don't want one for the road?

Unlike you, I'm going to bed.

Okay, well, thanks for dinner.

I'm gonna need this caffeine to get me through the night.

There's Caroline. What's she doing here?

Wait, Chelsea. Wait.

Madison, is my dad here?

He's here, isn't he?

-What room? Is he okay? -Chelsea.

Chelsea, he's fine. Okay?

But that's all I can say.

Why? Because he ordered you to?

Because he asked that no one be told.

And I have to respect his wishes,

and I hope you will, too.

But-but if you're treating him,

then that means it's not his heart.

Did he have another stroke?

Stay calm, okay?

I can't confirm or deny anything with you,

but I'm keeping a close eye on him.

I have a great team working with me,

-and... -(phone chimes)

Oh, my colleague just got back to me.

I have to confer and set something up. Okay.

Please, please honor your father's wishes

and keep this quiet. It is very important to him.

I'm on it. And I have to go.

Uh, Madison.

I'm glad he's got you watching out for him.

We'll see where we are in the morning, okay?

Maybe he'll come around to letting the family know.

I wish I could say more.

Hello, prenup,

with the beautiful cheating clause in place.

And you are up next, lovely St. Barts deed

in Hayley's name alone.

You really are an idiot, Bill. Anyway, that's two out of three.

And voil�, the life insurance policy.

Let's see what you got.

Ten million dollars

with Hayley as the sole beneficiary.

Bingo.

Look, you can believe me or not,

I am just tired of all this conflict, and that's the truth.

Dad is, too.

You're his wife, and I'm his daughter.

He doesn't need us constantly battling

while he's struggling with his health.

I almost lost my father, Hayley.

We don't need to add any additional stress.

No, we don't. I totally agree.

My marriage might not be perfect, and

I've made my mistakes, but

I love Bill and he loves me, too.

I know he does.

Which is why we need to find a way

to better coexist, especially at the office.

You're staying on?

I thought Madison's lawsuit was wrapping up.

Well, I'm also working on, um, the case for June's friend.

And of course, I'm there for Dad

whenever he needs any assistance.

Mm. I know Bill would love to have you full-time.

I've enjoyed working with him, but

I wouldn't read any more into that.

You know, what if there was an alternate universe

where you and Bill were partners and we were still friends?

Sometimes it's hard not to think

about what might've been.

Look at us, having a civilized conversation.

Is this the beginning of a truce?

Uh... Been there, done that.

Right. And history doesn't need to repeat itself.

It's up to us, after all.

I suppose.

Well, you know, you've given me

a lot to think about.

Wait, you're-you're leaving?

It's been a day, and I just want to get home.

Is that a crime or something?

Well, I just, I didn't think we covered everything.

Do you want to stay for a cup of coffee before you drive?

Girl, I'm fine. Plus, we've talked enough.

Let's not push our luck.

Don't you want to get home to your handsome hubby?

Oh, uh, Jacob's working late.

Ah. So we're both going back to an empty house.

Oh, where's Dad? He wasn't at the office.

He didn't tell you about Richmond either?

Some damn emergency with Sutton.

Oh, yeah. I-I've heard of him.

What is it now?

Could be anything.

At least Bill took the train and didn't drive.

I-I just don't want him traveling right now.

I have half a mind to hop a train and go get him.

You know that would not go over well.

I know. That's why I'm stuck here

worrying about him being around that cigar-chomping,

whiskey-drinking blowhard.

I just... just pray he doesn't overdo.

I feel you.

That sounds problematic.

Now I'm worried.

Well, just keep me updated, okay?

And I'll do the same when I talk to him,

which will be first thing in the morning.

-I'd appreciate that. -Mm-hmm.

We used to make such a... a great team.

Well, now I-I got to get out of these killer heels

and get into a bubble bath.

Are you sure you don't want to stay for a cappuccino first?

I'm good. You know me.

I do. Drive safe.

Thanks.

All righty.

Thank you kindly for your contribution.

Come on.

Damn it.

Hi, Dad.

And before you go there, Madison didn't tell me you were here.

Let me guess. Your mother?

Mom knows? And she didn't tell us?

I'm glad we talked.

I know Martin's in the middle of a campaign,

so I'm not looking to stand in front of the press

and draw attention to anything.

That's reassuring.

And as far as Smitty, he and I worked this case together,

he's the one that brought it to me.

We both went through the fire and relied on each other,

so the last thing I want is to be looked at as the enemy.

I sincerely hope it never comes to that.

The whole family has been through the fire.

-We are due for some easy days. -Yeah, I heard that.

Well, I really want the best for all of you.

Good luck with this case, but I am still out. Good night.

(phone vibrates)

Hey, babe. What's up?

Jacob. Thank God. I need your help.

Yeah, of course. What's wrong?

I'll explain everything later.

I need you to get to my dad's house as fast as you can,

and I'll meet you there.

You've got to be kidding me. Come on.

What is the...

Ah. All by myself.

What the hell are you doing here?

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