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[VO] Previously on Beauty and the Billionaire...

Why isn't she mad at you?

I'm sure she is, but...

My name's on the building?

Something like that.

You're letting me off easy.

Why not Mason?

Because you kept the truth from me to help the situation.

Mason did it because he's vindictive.

Mason it's your father.

He received a threat.

Could we see the other images and notes please?

-I burned them. -You what?

Hey, what did you find?

It's one of the personnel files.

[Jess] Brooke?

Her mom died a little more than six months ago.

-The same time-- -[Jess] The shooting.

Is she really her daughter?

Maybe this is a chance for you to talk with her.

Mourn with her.

Maybe this is the thing that'll help you and her heal.

I feel like a sitting duck.

I don't feel safe at home or at work.

Meanwhile, I have to play the composed,

competent CEO, always in charge,

when in reality, I'm at the mercy

of whoever's trying to kill me.

[Curt] He used to love this woman, but it ended badly.

What's your dad like?

I never knew him growing up.

I don't think I knew that.

Maybe no father figure is better than a messed up one.

You alright?

You seemed a little uneasy there.

Is it what I said, or were you looking over the edge?

It can affect your balance.

Maybe we should call it a night?

Yeah.

[police sirens wail]

Listen, I need you to stay calm and breathe.

Now, can you tell me, do any of the

hostages need medical attention?

What about the gunshot that was reported?

I understand.

Accidents happen.

Now, I think we need to--

Hello?

Hello?

What's going on?

Two suspects are fighting over the phone.

Hello? Can you hear me?

Hello?

They hung up.

Power struggle?

Yeah. Uh, dissension in their crew.

Call back.

-How far out is the negotiator? -Twelve minutes.

Hello? Yes, this is Detective O'Brien again.

Okay, okay.

I need you to calm down.

Let's talk about--

No, you don't want to do that.

Okay, they are innocent people.

I can work on that.

But you have to understand that it's going to take some time.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

Let's just take a second and think about this.

[gun shot]

[tense music]

[soft music]

[knocking on door] -Yeah?

Morning, Mason.

Morning.

These came for you yesterday.

-On the desk is fine. -Mm hmm.

I made crepes for breakfast.

Alright.

[suspenseful music]

Rita, get Clive in here.

Since we scan all your mail when it arrives,

we know there's nothing dangerous inside.

We should wait for Mr. Pearce.

Open it.

What?

I've notified your father and his head of security.

-Why? -They needed to know.

Whoever's doing this could be a threat to Stan as much as you.

I don't think so.

From what Mr. Flynn said, all of the

threats are centered around Mason.

They were aimed at unsettling him,

playing on what you mean to him.

But the threats you received implied harm,

but directed at you.

Stan could still be in danger.

Anything's possible.

But for whatever reason, all of this revolves around Mason.

Lucky me.

This was sent here, then?

Received yesterday.

Opened today.

Alright. Clive, a word.

Come on.

Want one?

Oh, no thank you. I'm fine.

So...

What do we do now?

What do you want to do?

I want to catch this guy, make him stop?

Make him pay?

Okay.

-Really? -Well, it makes sense.

I thought you were going to say that we can't do that.

Or were you going to say that we can,

but only with involving the authorities?

Look, I think we need to add more guys to your team.

Not just on the defensive, but looking for the threat.

He's watching you.

We need to be watching for him.

Start thinking how he thinks,

instead of just reacting to what he does.

And you think that'll stop him?

Tell me the truth.

I think he is too determined and too invested to stop now.

But I do think we can catch him the next time he acts.

[exhales]

All the money in the world?

All the resources?

Is it sad that I'm...

scared?

No.

But you're not alone.

Somehow it's less frightening when you're near.

When you're around, I...

I feel better.

-Mason-- -I know.

I messed up.

I just wanted you to know.

Actually... yeah.

You did mess up and it hurt.

But, I don't think I would change anything that's happened.

The thing is, though, I need to stay sharp.

I can't allow myself to be distracted by how I may feel.

How do you feel?

It doesn't matter.

I have to stay focused on protecting you

and catching whoever is responsible for these threats.

It's not all on you.

Whatever happens, I don't want you to put this on your

shoulders like you did with the police in that case.

I know, but I can't help it.

There's too much at stake.

What if there weren't?

Hypotheticals are dangerous, remember?

I'm willing to risk it.

[sighs]

I should go find Pearce.

Jess...

You want us to what?

To think how this creep thinks.

I want to see if I can pinpoint not

only where Mason might be vulnerable,

but where another strike might happen.

Everything so far has been pretty random.

Yeah, but it's getting worse.

More frequent.

Bolder, even.

I like the idea, though it sounds like...

What?

Like you're gonna need a crystal ball.

We've seen what he's done.

The threats, the break line, the bedroom vandalism, surveillance.

All of those are clues.

We've considered all that before.

But more has developed.

Look, I know you're busy enough.

I can tackle this.

You don't need my permission. Just go for it.

Let me know what your gut says.

Okay.

Jess.

You realize how important a part you are in this now, right?

So, what did you want to see?

His schedule. Anything, really.

Want me to pull up the whole month and we can go through it?

Sure.

Now, to save some time, I can point out the bigger events.

I'm assuming more people, more risk?

In theory, yeah.

But with his everyday routine compromised, anything goes.

Well, how about public events?

There's a soccer game, a tech conference

where he's speaking, and another one at his alma mater.

Ringing the bell on the stock exchange,

which is really just a photo op, but still.

What about smaller events?

Private ones?

Mostly lunch and dinner meetings,

a dental checkup, meetings at other people's offices.

Is there anything social?

No. He's been a bit of a hermit lately.

Oh.

What?

That started a few months ago.

Probably when the threats began showing up.

He used to go out with friends or be seen around town more.

He gets invited to a lot of things,

but he's been turning most of them down.

Oh, he'll definitely go to this one, though.

The Flynn Gala?

Stan does it every year.

You could classify it as a private event,

but anybody who's anybody goes.

It's fancy, a little old fashioned.

This year is a masquerade theme.

Does Mason always go?

I think Stan expects it.

An event Stan himself puts on where both he and Mason will be.

Is that bad?

When is it?

Friday.

[phone beeps] -[Elaine on phone] Mason?

Yeah.

Mr. Flynn is here to see you.

Send him in.

Mason?

What do you need?

I wanted to check on you.

Given the new threat that came in,

I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

Just another letter.

I'm increasing my security.

And your mother's.

Okay.

You should too.

Pearce is on it.

Alright.

[knocking on door]

Jess, what is it?

Sorry to interrupt.

Could I talk with you both?

Uh, sure.

I have an appointment I have to get to.

This will only take a moment.

I was reviewing Mason's engagements

coming up and one stood out.

What about it?

The party you're hosting.

Go on then.

Well, with the threats, someone has been

taunting you both about harming Mason.

A party you're hosting where Mason will

be attending might be too tempting to pass up.

Our security teams can handle all the necessary precautions.

Metal detector?

Uh, roaming patrol guards?

An ambulance on standby just in case?

No.

Those are a few measures I would suggest.

Better yet...

Cancel it.

Absolutely not.

I know it's important to you, but you also

have to think about the safety of your family.

And your guests.

Don't try to manipulate me.

There's more at stake here.

Dad, she's trying to find a solution.

This is not a solution at all.

It sends the wrong signal.

It looks weak.

The appearance of weakness is better

than having something terrible happen.

Pearce can work with Victor and ensure everyone's safety.

No, he can't.

Something can always happen,

and an annual event you host is a likely target.

You'll be a sitting duck.

If you really believe that,

then you should try and do your job better.

How about postponing?

No.

I can't waste any more time on this.

[door opens]

You shouldn't go.

That could raise some eyebrows.

Mason...

The two of you are so alike.

-Ouch. -Well, you are.

You're more concerned with how things

may appear than you are with your lives.

Look, I don't have to stay for the whole thing.

I could go, be seen, and leave within an hour.

A lot can happen in an hour.

I would love nothing more than to skip this, but I just can't.

You won't.

There's a difference.

These are the employees that stood out to me.

I'm not sure if it will lead to anything

because they're mostly out of state.

Yeah, that's how my list shaped up.

But I'll run these names, too.

Prioritize the locals, though.

Especially Clive Anderson.

What's so special about him?

Nothing on paper.

But he's part of Mason's home security team

and has been dropping the ball.

Maybe there's a reason why.

Yeah. Okay.

One more thing.

Do you want to go to a party?

Why do I get the feeling this isn't for fun?

Stan Flynn throws a big gala event every year

and I'd feel better if you

happened to be a guest there that night.

Flynn is throwing a party with all of this going on?

Is Mason going?

Yeah.

He shouldn't.

Oh, I know, but you can guess how that went over.

Hmm. Okay. I'll clear my schedule.

Thank you.

Do you need any backup? Do you want me to ask around?

See if anybody wants to come eat a

bunch of shrimp cocktails for the night?

I think we'll have enough numbers.

But I'd feel better with my old partner.

Oh, I was going to ask.

How was the other thing?

With Brooke?

How I feel about that changes every time I see her.

Tell her? Don't tell her?

I think I'm going to put it off.

I don't want anything to distract me from Mason.

The venue for Stan Flynn's gala is different this year.

It's big, but Victor and his team

will have some extra numbers.

We've talked through it, and I think it's enough...

as long as we have the four of us close to Mason, too.

Understood.

Jess, you especially need to stay close to him.

I don't care what anyone thinks.

Alright.

But for the three of us, be discreet.

Victor was adamant about that.

Sounds like Stan's wishes more than Victor's.

I heard that it's a masquerade theme.

Is anybody else nervous about that?

Can we change it?

I don't love it either,

but the invitations have already gone out.

As long as Victor and his team do their job right,

it'll be a peaceful evening.

Okay.

That should do it, but keep pushing hard.

Thanks, everyone.

What's next?

Nothing I want to do.

Well, I hear you're pretty rich.

You could probably afford to take the rest of the day off.

And do what?

Anything you want.

You could go home and relax.

You could see a movie, make an early dinner reservation.

None of those sound appealing.

Well, what does?

I don't know.

Come on. Think about it.

Something where I don't feel trapped?

Like one of your adrenaline things?

No. Although, that does sound nice.

I just want to get out.

Do something normal.

Be...

be myself again.

Okay. I have an idea.

Um...

It's not exactly you, though.

[whimsical music]

Hey.

Here you go.

Seriously?

Don't be a snob.

-Are you bowling? -No. Thank you.

This isn't the...

safest place.

We bought the place out.

There's no one here.

Besides, he needs this.

You do this often?

More than you, I'm guessing.

You go first.

This is for you. I'm just here to watch.

You're already wearing the shoes, and this was your idea.

Merely a suggestion.

No criticizing.

Would you like pointers on your form?

No.

See? Warming up.

Your turn.

-I... -Just take a break.

Be here as my...

Just be here.

Okay.

[light dramatic music]

Not bad.

I'm pretty average for the precinct bowling league.

You're in a league?

I was. A while ago.

And that's the best you can do?

Here.

Thanks.

So you ready for the gala tomorrow?

Hmm... As ready as I can be.

I didn't mean security.

I meant like...

Like, do I have the perfect dress?

Not what I was gonna say, but do you?

I have one that will work.

How long has said dress been in the back of your closet?

It's the one you got me for the theater.

Oh.

You're gonna wear that again?

Why not?

Dresses like that you don't really wear twice?

You wear suits more than once, don't you?

Yeah, but only because they take so long to be tailored.

There's nothing wrong with that dress.

I agree. But, it's a special occasion.

A masquerade and all.

You should have something special.

It's fine.

Don't worry about it.

[phone buzzing]

Sorry.

I need to take this.

Okay.

-Hello? -Hey, you got a second?

Yeah, go ahead.

Okay, so I ran the list of names and a list of some of my own.

Um, I didn't find anything super worrisome.

But I sent you an email with what I found.

Okay. I'll check it out.

I did pay special attention to Clive, his security guard.

What did you find?

So don't ask me how, but I pulled some favors

and found large payments going out of his accounts.

For what?

A memory care facility.

It looks like his dad is there.

It's not a cheap place, Jess.

Oh.

Considering how close he is to Mason,

I figured you should know.

It could explain some of the distraction.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Thank you.

That was a nice change.

Me beating you with that strike?

Oh, you mean the outing overall.

Well, maybe we could go again sometime.

Mason, I um--

Or something different.

You pick.

I could rent out a baseball stadium next time.

I'm not ready to pick back up like nothing ever happened.

Or like there's nothing at stake.

Wishful thinking.

Maybe someday.

Hi.

I need a dress.

For a woman.

For someone special.

Um... Can you just show me what you have?

Sure. Follow me.

Thanks.

[Mason] Hey, Jess?

Yeah?

This is for you.

I thought it'd be nice for the gala.

You don't have to wear it if you're

really set on that other dress.

It's beautiful.

You didn't have to do this.

I wanted to.

Thank you.

Oh, and I thought this would suit the theme.

Do you like it?

I do.

Good.

[dramatic music]

-Stop. -What?

Staring at me.

It's hard not to.

I need to be on the lookout.

And what's the problem?

You're distracting me.

I'm okay with that.

[classical music]

[Curt] Mason.

Good to see you here tonight.

Wouldn't miss it. Is Laura here?

Ah, she and Christine ran into each other,

I'll be lucky if I'm given another thought.

Wow. Nice dress.

You too.

Oh, this old thing.

Hey, thank you for being here.

Yeah. I've got your back.

[classical music continues]

Mason.

You look well.

Thanks. Good turnout tonight.

I saw Senator Buckley's here.

Yes, I've already got an agreement out of him.

Efficient.

Someone should tell him that wearing a mask

doesn't make him and that woman he's

flirting with invisible to his wife.

Where's your date?

I brought company.

You still could have brought someone.

I have who I want with me tonight.

Here comes Mom.

She'll probably want to dance with you.

Maybe later.

Want to dance?

Okay.

[soft classical music]

[waiter] Hors d'oeuvres?

No, thanks.

Is this okay?

I thought you wouldn't like dancing.

It's a nice escape.

I was getting tired of pretending everything's fine.

Pretty good at that, though.

What, dancing?

Pretending like everything's fine.

You see me argue with my dad enough

to know it'll only last so long?

I meant with everyone else.

And you're here tonight,

talking, smiling, like it's a nice night.

Well, it is a nice night.

You know what I mean.

Part of me thinks... it's nice to pretend.

And the other part?

Tired of the charade.

But with you, I don't have to pretend.

-It's... -Refreshing?

No, more than that.

It's what I want more than anything.

There's no role I have to play with you.

Other women I've dated, I always had to be the...

charming, rich boyfriend.

They didn't see what you see.

What do you think I see?

Versions of me.

Good, bad, everything in between.

I like that.

Well, except when you hate something about me.

I can...

be myself with you.

And I hope you know you can be yourself with me.

Who's to say I'm not.

I mean, I'm...

part of your security team, first and foremost.

But...

what if that's all there is?

We both know that's not all.

But it's okay.

Protecting is part of who you are, too.

I love that.

And I hate it.

Because it puts you in danger.

We're gonna find whoever it is doing this.

And then what?

Will you stay?

I don't know.

Jess...

I don't want to lose you.

Mason...

-I-- -Excuse me.

May I cut in?

Of course.

How's the evening been for you?

Ugh... fine.

Well, you two look good together out there.

Sorry.

Just being honest, not trying to tease.

It's not an easy situation.

I'm glad you're here tonight.

Not just because it means something

to me and your father, but...

you mean the world to us.

Do you know that?

Yeah, Mom.

I'm not one for dancing.

Me neither.

Well, good thing we're both here playing wallflowers.

You know, I've been meaning to tell you...

I'm glad you're around.

Me?

It's nice to have a friend.

Yeah, I think so, too.

Brooke, I need to...

I've been wanting to share something

with you that I recently found out.

What?

It's about your mom.

When you said she died suddenly,

do you also mean that she died violently?

How did you know that?

It was the bank robbery, wasn't it?

I know because I was the detective on the scene.

I was the one talking to the robbers when things went bad.

You were there?

Everything just got out of hand so fast.

I tried to talk them down, I did, but I...

I failed.

I'm so sorry.

Brooke, please!

[soft strings play]

It's good to see you.

Brooke!

How about a dance?

Uh, sure.

You know, my son has always gone for the wrong partner in life.

He could show a bit better judgment.

And his current flame is no better.

She's at least a nice change from the social climbers.

You think so?

You'd be a much better match for him.

You know, the next powerhouse couple.

I don't feel that way for Mason.

Maybe one day you will.

I don't think so.

You can come to love who you're meant to be with.

Sounds like a compromise between the mind and heart.

Doesn't have to be.

Just make your heart listen to reason.

Have you ever had to make that choice?

A long time ago. Before Christine.

But in the end, it wasn't really anyone worthwhile.

Really?

When I had to decide, I chose success.

Compromise? No.

Determination.

I see that in you sometimes.

Use that.

You'll choose the path that really

matters when the time is right.

Thank you for the dance.

-[waiter] Hors d'oeuvres? -[woman] Oh, no, thank you.

-Now I'm not really sure. -[Mason indistinct]

I'd like a tart, please.

[tense music]

I'll give it thirty minutes then we can get going.

Mason, can I speak to you for a moment?

Privately.

I'll wait here.

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

How can you stand it?

What? What's going on?

He has everything and he doesn't deserve any of it.

Wait, who?

Mason, look out!

[frantic music]

[Brooke screams]

Brooke!

[Jess] Mason!

[Jess grunts]

[Mason grunts]

[Jess grunts]

[Mason] Jess!

[Jess grunts]

[Mason and waiter struggling]

[Mason gasps]

Jess, down!

Oh!

Brooke!

He's on the move. Derek, Marco, check all exits.

One waiter wounded in the shoulder.

Jess, stay with them.

[tense music continues]

[Derek gasps]

[waiter moans]

[Marco] Derek?

[Marco] Derek!

Derek's down. Derek's down. Lower east side in the kitchen.

Suspect is still on the move.

[police sirens]

No, I'm okay. Thanks.

I don't think anything's broken,

but you might want to see your doctor in the morning.

You sure you didn't hit your head?

I'm sure.

There's a blood trail, but it stops at the tree line outside.

No other sightings of him yet, but the police are looking.

I've called Clive, so he's on alert at the house.

And Derek?

The ambulance already left with him.

He was conscious.

[Pearce] One of us should go to the hospital ASAP.

You should go.

We still have to give a statement to the police.

-I can handle it. -I can take Mason back home.

Good. One thing, Brooke got pretty banged up.

I want to get her to her house first.

Okay. Marco, take Brooke home, then straight to Mason's.

Thank you.

Mason!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Good.

Well, uh...

Get some rest.

One second.

Mason?

Hey.

Uh... Are you just going to Brooke's?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I didn't do anything. That was all Pearce.

You saw the guy, and then you--

Yeah, well, not soon enough.

Mason, one more second.

Hey.

We're okay.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah.

Jess... hey, come on.

Lincoln's taking statements. This won't take long.

Brooke?

Yeah.

Do you need anything?

No.

Marco, let's go inside and make sure her house is alright.

Sure thing.

You don't have to.

I'd feel better if we did.

Come on.

Is it alright if I check all the rooms?

That'd be great. Thanks.

Could you get me a drink?

Yeah, sure.

How's your arm?

Cold.

It's fine.

I'm actually going to go change into something warmer.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Oh.

Sorry, I'm almost done here,

and I'll check the rest of the house.

I was just going to change.

Have you checked the closet?

Not yet.

[tense music grows]

[loud thud] [Marco groans and falls]

[tense music]

[Jess sighs]

-Hi. -Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I heard about that Flynn party.

-An attack? -Shh, my dad's sleeping.

It was on the news.

Yeah, it was scary for a minute.

But everyone's okay.

Good.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, it's just sore.

I was so worried.

I'm fine.

Really.

So, have they caught him yet?

No.

No, they haven't.

And he got away.

I haven't heard of anyone picking up the trail either.

And Flynn, he's okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's okay.

And Brooke. She was also attacked, but...

She's fine. Just a little frazzled.

She was the friend I was telling you about.

Oh.

I told her tonight about it being my case.

I wasn't going to because I wanted to focus, but I...

just had to.

How'd she take it?

I'm not sure.

You know, and then the attack happened, so...

Maybe you should check on her.

[sighs]

I don't think she wants to hear from me.

She might feel better knowing somebody cares.

You think?

[dramatic music]

There's a lot of news picking up

the story about the gala already.

Well, it's not like you could hide it.

Right.

Don't want to think about it, and yet...

It's all you can think about.

Exactly.

Hey, what were you starting to tell me at the gala?

I, um, was just frustrated about something.

What?

Your dad.

Really?

Thought he only annoyed me.

[suspenseful music grows]

[Mason gasps]

[Mason groans]

[Mason groaning]

Don't. No!

[Mason gasps]

I'm sorry, Mason.

Wait. The gala. Was that all an act?

No.

I had nothing to do with it.

But it seems I'm not the only one that wants you gone.

It does make the perfect cover, though.

Everyone will assume the assassin

followed me here to finish the job.

But what about the threats?

Stan has to see what he's done.

Always tearing you down, but...

to lose you...

it'll hollow him out.

What does he have to do with anything?

I want him to suffer.

Wait. Marco. What did you--

I wouldn't worry about him.

But...

-I thought we were-- -What?

Friends?

[knocking on door]

Don't! Stay quiet and they'll go away.

Someone'll hear the shot.

I'm all right with that.

Brooke... this isn't you.

You want to bet?

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

[Jess] It's Jess. Sorry. I know it's late.

Brooke. Please.

You want her safe? Do what I say.

[Brooke] Come in.

Hey, Jess.

Hi.

Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

I didn't know Mason would still be here.

We're just catching up.

Is there something you need?

I just wanted to check on you.

With...

Well, what I shared with you at the gala.

That's actually what Mason and I were talking about.

Among other things.

Oh.

Okay.

But... Maybe next week we can chat.

That'd be nice.

All right then.

Hey, where's Marco? He's not outside.

He was checking that things here are safe.

He might just be... giving us some time alone.

I asked for some privacy.

Oh.

Sure.

Well, I'll... see you both later.

Actually, Mason, can I talk to you outside for a minute?

Not right now.

It'll only take a second.

Whatever it is can wait.

Now go!

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

[Brooke] Nicely done.

Now get up.

I don't want blood on the chair.

You haven't thought this through.

Oh, I have.

I have imagined this for so long.

But a gunshot in a neighborhood like this?

Do you have enough time to cover your tracks

before the police show up?

Shut up!

Kneel down.

Earlier you were talking about my dad.

The threats.

Why send them to me and him?

He has a habit of throwing away his children.

Me without ever knowing me.

And you because, well, he can.

After you're gone, I want to see if he'll

feel any remorse for how he treated you.

Wait.

Children?

You're saying that we're--

Half siblings! Get there faster, Mason!

Wait, wait, wait. I'm just trying to understand.

So my dad and your mom...

[Brooke] She was in love.

She thought he was, too.

Until the classic war between ambition and love came up.

And when my mom got pregnant...

Stan chose ambition.

[Mason] Does he know?

[Brooke] He knows as much as he chose to.

I always wondered who my dad was.

My mom was vague about it for years.

Eventually, she said she'd tell me who he was,

but I had to promise not to search him out.

I thought it was out of anger

that she didn't want me to contact him, but...

She didn't want to burden him.

Can you believe that?

She was putting him first, even years later!

I had no idea.

I kept my promise.

I never told him.

But I wanted to be closer.

So I started working at different Flynn companies.

Worked my way up.

My mom was so proud.

She was nervous at first.

Afraid Stan might recognize me.

[scoffs] As if he even thought of me.

Maybe he has.

Right.

[Brooke] After my mom died, I was boxing up her things.

That's when I came across an envelope from Stan.

Inside it was a letter she'd written to him.

Telling him she wanted to see him.

And tell him about their child.

He was returning her letter.

Along with a lovely note of his own.

"You meant nothing to me," he wrote.

"There is no child."

"Never contact me again."

I'm so sorry.

Not as sorry as he'll be.

Wait... Brooke... please.

For what it's worth, you aren't as terrible as he is.

Except for that giant Flynn chip on your shoulder.

-Goodbye, Mason. -Wait!

Put it down, Brooke.

Don't move!

[Mason gasps]

Tricky, tricky, Jess.

How'd you know something was wrong?

Mason can be a jerk sometimes. But he's not that big of a jerk.

Thanks.

I don't want to hurt you.

How about you put the gun down and we talk about this?

There's nothing left to say.

How about, hey sis, don't kill me?

All the more reason.

Brooke.

Mason, he's family.

Please.

The only family I had died.

Don't you remember, Jess?

Did you see it?

Maybe through the binoculars from safely outside?

Do you know what it's like to lose someone that quickly?

-Do you want to see? - Please.

Don't.

Why not?

Because he's done nothing to you.

Not good enough.

He's a good person.

That's weak.

And deep down, I don't think you want to

do this because he doesn't deserve it.

But me?

Maybe I deserve it.

Jess.

[Brooke laughs]

Is that the best you've got?

An emotional appeal?

Some deflection?

How about logic?

If you shoot him, I'll shoot you.

Then you'll never get to see how Stan deals with it.

You're not going to let me shoot him.

Drop the gun.

I can't.

Then you must not care for him that much.

Wait, wait.

[sighs]

Okay.

Now kick it down the stairs.

Good girl.

No! [gun shot]

[gun shot]

[Mason grunts] [Brooke gasps]

[Mason grunts]

[Brooke struggles]

[Brooke grunts] [Mason yells in pain]

[Brooke gasps]

[Brooke moans]

[paramedic] Pretty nasty gash there, but looks like

you're going to be alright. How are you feeling?

Just a little shaky.

Thank you.

Hey.

You okay?

I'm still breathing.

That's a pretty low bar.

Yeah, well it's been one of those days.

Hey.

At least we know it's Brooke.

You're safe.

No.

She wasn't the one behind the attack at the gala.

How do you know that?

She told me.

[scoffs]

Look, she could be lying.

Trying to get a rise out of you.

She had me at her mercy.

There was no reason for her to lie.

Don't worry about that.

Not tonight.

You're okay.

I'm glad you are too.

[dramatic music]

Would you be offended if I fired you from my security team?

What?

I don't want you trailing behind me,

shielding me from something bad anymore.

Mason, I can take care of myself.

I know, but...

I want you by my side.

We can... face whatever together.

Is this another hypothetical?

No.

I'll, um...

have to think about it.

Well, you can take your time.

I'm not going anywhere.

[gunshot] [glass breaking]

[officer shouting] Shots fired! Get down! Get down!

-Where's the shooter? -Is anyone hit?

-We need paramedics now! -Hold on! Stay with me!

Breathe! Breathe!

[theme music]