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Previously, on the firm.

What are you... I'm your defense lawyer, Sarah. I'm Mitch McDeer. Why would a 27

-year-old insurance broker kill a 71-year-old woman in her sleep?

I didn't.

Her name is Sarah Holt.

McDeer is meeting with her now. I'm his boss.

Whatever he learns, I learn.

Now, is that all?

No.

We have another problem.

Sarah Holt was arrested. She had a laptop with her. It was provided by her

employer, and let's just say it had sensitive information.

It's Joey Miralto Jr.

Jr. turned 25 this week. It was a little birthday gift. They made a boss of the

family. Sorry, Ms. Miralto, but you needed to see this right away.

It's Stephanie McDeer. Our people say he surfaced in D.C. a few months ago.

We're in a code red. You need to get out of here. We're in a code red. What?

Why?

Andrew, listen to me. I found something. I'm not sure what, but someone just

tried to kill me. Keep him talking.

Mitch, buddy, where are you?

Sorry. Shut up.

Abby, Claire?

They're down below.

We're all here.

New phone.

Tammy, untie us.

No, no, no, it's okay.

Yeah, because you look like you're okay.

Out there is okay. The idea of a boat. Ray, shut it down.

It's okay.

Well, untie or not untie?

Just wait. I got chased, but I lost him. It's okay.

Well, it can't be great or we wouldn't be here.

Martin Moxon's dead.

Oh, my God.

I go to meet with the guy. As I'm going, I notice two guys following me.

I start to run, they chase me.

What do they look like?

Moraltui. Oh, no, not mob guys. Too polished.

So I make it to the hotel room.

I don't even say two words to Moxon, and these guys, they're banging at the door.

Moxon, he freaks.

He jumps to his death.

Holy... I lose him, and I come here.

So were they after you or him?

Look, they intercepted you before you met Moxon. Maybe what they were after

was in your briefcase.

Which is where?

It's at the hotel.

So maybe they got what they wanted.

And maybe you're safe.

I called Andrew on the way.

In a code red, the only people we trust are right here, right now.

Okay. Andrew, he represents Moxon's insurance company. He knows the guy

personally. I can't know what we're into until I know what this is about.

I'll be back within an hour.

Stay in phone contact.

Got it.

Detective, the room reservation was in the name of a Mitch McDeer.

Someone matching the desk work's description of McDeer was seen rushing

off just after Moxon's fall. Until we know better, this gets treated as a

homicide.

Circulate the description and put out an APB on this Mitch McDeer.

First day of trial.

And I have to go to the jail this morning to talk to Sarah Holt.

Two murder defendants in one morning. That's a lot on your plate.

I'll get up in a minute and fix your traditional lucky chicory coffee.

Or we could inaugurate a new first trial day tradition.

I didn't know you were coming. It's because I shouldn't be here, Sarah. I

have a trial starting this morning, and I should be preparing for it. But

instead, we need to discuss why the ME's report says that Margaret Whitaker was

smothered to death.

What?

That's not possible.

She was murdered, Sarah. I didn't kill her. They have evidence.

The ventilator in Margaret's room, it kept a record of her breathing patterns

overnight. That log shows that it was turned off intentionally by someone

inside the room. I never went near her ventilator.

Somebody did. I wouldn't even know how... Look, why would I kill that

woman? I just met her that day.

I'm innocent. You have to believe me. So her son, a deputy sheriff, was the only

other person there that night. You're saying he did it? I don't know anything

about that.

But I didn't kill her.

We are looking into this, son. And if he had motive to kill his mother, we will

find it.

I'm doing court.

Where are we on Whitaker's son?

I found out there's a disciplinary file on this guy, so I'm going to get out of

the station and check it out.

All right, well, keep me posted. I'm running late for court. This is a

psychotherapist trial. She ought to have a field day with you. Me?

I introduced her to you, bro. She could retire.

I'll talk to you later.

Really?

What? A little obvious, no?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Go to work.

Have fun.

Gotta get close.

Busy morning.

An avoidance behavior doesn't exactly inspire confidence in a client on the

first day for a trial for murder.

You know what they say, Doc.

Sometimes a busy morning is just a busy morning.

It's hard to imagine a beautiful woman, a respected therapist, being guilty

of murder.

But the fact is, she was driven to it. Dr. L. Larson was being stalked.

stalked by one of her own patients.

He was a violent, obsessive man who very possibly wanted her dead.

And when the law failed to protect her,

L. Larson took matters into her own hands.

The evidence will show that Dr.

Larson set this man up.

She called him, let him believe there was something between them. She set up a

meeting at his home, and there she drugged and shot him.

and staged his death to look like a suicide.

Hard to imagine now, but it won't be when this is over.

Hard to imagine.

You know why?

Because it didn't happen.

Hard to imagine is what prosecutors admit when their case doesn't make

sense. Yes.

L. Larson was stalked. Yes, L. Larson was terrorized by her own patient.

But she didn't kill him.

This was a suicide.

The evidence will show that L. Larson was never at the scene.

The evidence will show that L. Larson is innocent.

And I have no trouble imagining you allowing her to finally go home.

Mr. Moroto, McDeer is wide open.

We can take him at any time.

It's unfair.

It's appalling.

The detective who handled my stalking complaint, to whom I confided all of my

panic, all of my fear, he's the prosecution's first witness against me.

Because they're trying to allege motive.

Now, did you ever say that you hated Tillman? Oh, I'm sure I did.

That you wanted him dead?

Conceivably. I don't... I don't know. This detective, did he strike you as an

honest cop?

I suppose.

Come on.

You're a shrink. You can do better than that.

Okay, then, yes, I would say he struck me as honest.

Good. We can use that.

Quite the cryptic man of mystery.

I met Dr. Larson at the precinct. I was assigned to a complaint she filed

against a former patient.

Who was that patient?

Gregory Tillman.

27.

He worked as a mortgage broker.

It's not common, but we do see patients who become obsessed with their doctors.

She thought he was violent?

Violent, compulsive, capable of narcissistic rage.

But she continued treating him?

At first.

After a while, she stopped and referred him to another psychiatrist.

How did he respond to that?

Not well.

Harassing phone calls, angry voicemails, unscheduled visits to her office.

Then he became more aggressive.

Aggressive how?

On one occasion, Dr. Larson was walking to her car, and she saw Mr. Tillman

across the street. He smiled, pulled back his jacket, and showed a gun in his

waistband. Did she report that incident?

Yes. A few days later, she got a letter to her office with a single word, die,

written in blood.

Human blood?

No. We later determined the blood to be canine.

And, Detective, when was the last incident Dr. Larson reported?

It was four days before Mr. Tillman was found. Dr. Larson said she was sleeping

in her bed.

when she sensed someone stroking her arm, and she woke up to find a man in

her room. He got into her apartment.

It was too dark for her to make an ID, but we assume it was him. He must have

climbed the fire escape. Dr. Larson screamed, and he ran out.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Detective, you never arrested Greg Tillman, did you?

I couldn't. All I had was a gun handle across the street and an anonymous

letter. But he broke into her home.

Assuming it was him, that case was circumstantial. So you let it go.

Hey, look, nobody feels worse about this than me. Half my cases, I can't touch

the guy. I know it's him. I gotta sit around and wait till he actually hurts

somebody. So it's the system's fault.

The system sucks.

Is that your question for me?

Detective, have you had a chance to examine the file on Tillman's death?

Yes, I have. And as an experienced investigator, what is your professional

opinion on how he died?

He shot himself in the head. Move to strike. So, you think this was a

suicide? Yes, I do. Objection. What the witness thinks is not the issue.

The jury will disregard... Look, I questioned Tillman. He was highly

disturbed. Detective, one more word and I will show you highly disturbed.

Thank you, detective.

No further questions.

The witness may step down.

Again, very impressive.

Court is adjourned.

We will resume at 9 a.m. tomorrow.

I have to get back to my office. I'll see you at court tomorrow morning.

Shut the door.

Where are we on Sarah Holt's laptop?

Do the police still have it?

Yes, but... Andrew, it contains incriminating evidence in a murder

investigation that could lead back to this firm.

There's no reason to think that they'll find what's on it, or if they did,

they'd even know what it was. Wishing and hoping won't cut it, Andrew.

See to it that this doesn't become a problem.

This guy say anything?

He glared.

Not glared, but I don't know, it just wasn't a normal look. Then when I turned

around, he was gone.

Hey, what aren't you telling us?

A few weeks ago, Lewis came to see me. He's a U.S. Marshal, so he's paid to be

paranoid, but he is not happy that we left the program.

I said we were fine, and that Miralto was dead, and it was over.

He said Miralto had a kid, and that that son had been made the new

boss of the family.

And you didn't feel the need to make us all aware?

Look, he assured me that there was no indication from any of his sources,

wiretaps, informants, that there was any danger. But then, then I... I thought I

saw a suspicious car by the house.

Suspicious how? It was probably nothing, but Lewis, he said to keep our eyes

open. What, for suspicious cars?

And glary dudes in court.

Hey, Gus, will you give us a minute, please?

We're fine, Abby.

We are not fine.

I want to talk to Lewis myself.

On a company-provided laptop, can you wipe a hard drive remotely?

Sure. We've installed a security chip that can be activated by a cell phone.

The computer's just got to be on. Chip sends out a signal when it's powered up.

As company counsel, I direct you to begin a round-the-clock monitoring vigil

on Sarah Holt's laptop.

You don't eat, sleep, or crap. Nothing distracts you from wiping that hard

drive the moment that computer's switched on.

I'm sorry for not saying anything about my talk with Lewis.

Seeing the car.

After everything we've been through, it was wrong.

We can't keep things from each other.

We can't.

And it won't happen again.

Are you having second thoughts?

about leaving Witness Protection.

We agreed about that.

We deserve a second chance at a normal life.

Maybe that's why I didn't say anything.

And there's really no cause for concern?

I don't know.

We need to take out McDeer.

That's one option.

I don't understand.

McDeer took down your father.

He's got payback due.

Our guy's on standby. Just give the word.

I'll think about it.

Nobody kills him until I say it's time.

The victim was found at his desk. A single gunshot wound to the right

temporal lobe. The gun was still in his hand.

And as medical forensic analyst, you examined the body? Yes.

The original call indicated suicide, but the evidence convinced me otherwise.

What evidence?

A bottle of prescription drugs was found in the victim's apartment.

What kind of drugs?

Psychotropic. Extremely powerful.

Prescribed by Dr. Larson.

Now, Doctor, you ordered toxicology to determine the amount of this drug in Mr.

Tillman's body? Yes, I did. I found a massive quantity.

Too massive.

enough to render a man his size completely disabled.

And this is your medical opinion?

Yes. If Mr. Tillman took those pills, there's no way he had the presence of

mind to fire a gun.

Was there any sign of how Mr. Tillman ingested those pills?

Yes. We found two wine glasses in his apartment.

One tested positive for traces of the drug. Both were wiped clean of prints.

Lastly, Doctor, was there anything about the victim's gunshot wound that caused

you concern?

Yes. In self-inflicted gunshot cases, You expect the bullet to enter at a

slightly upward angle.

In this case, the opposite was true. The angle was slightly downwards, as if

someone were standing over the body when the shot was fired.

Thank you.

No further questions.

How long would it take?

Excuse me? The medication. How long after he took the pills before he was

incapacitated? Within a matter of minutes.

More than enough time to commit suicide.

So the angle of the bullet, you say it was downward.

Yes, normally I'd expect to see... I understand what you'd expect, but what

are we talking?

A few degrees.

You expected this, but you got this?

Yes. So a diagnosed psychotic lifts his arm an extra few inches, and you

think it's murder.

There was gunshot residue on the victim's hand.

Yes. And stippling burns on his skin, a star-like pattern for the wound, all

consistent with suicide.

Yes. Thank you. No further questions.

The witness is excused.

Your Honor, may I request a brief recess to attend to a pressing matter?

Granted. Trial will resume in 30 minutes' time.

Well, I must be losing my mojo. I'm unaccustomed to not having someone's

full attention.

I won't be long.

I know you've spoken to Mitch already, but I wanted to hear for myself.

About two in the hotel, Junior.

And the suspicious car outside our house. And the man Mitch saw in the

gallery. I hadn't heard about those last two till just a couple of minutes ago.

Since we last spoke, has there been any new evidence of a threat?

None that we've picked up.

And we monitor this on an ongoing basis.

Okay. But my doctor's always saying, in the overwhelming majority of cases,

first symptom of a heart attack is sudden death.

We don't want to get into an equivalent thing here.

Look, I'm not reckless or an idiot. I'm not going to put myself or the people I

love at risk, but I also don't want to live out the rest of my life in

pointless fear.

And I completely agree.

I'm of the excessive caution school.

But if you're asking if we received any specific threats, the answer's still no.

But you have to tell us if you spot anything hinky.

Message already sent and received.

Oh. Um, I'm Tammy Hemphill. I work with Mitch McDeer. Is he due back anytime

soon? I hope so. I would hate for my murder trial to resume without my

defense counsel.

Yeah. Is he always like this? Like what?

Absent. Distracted when present. Mitch is the finest lawyer I know.

I'm sure he'll be back.

Mind if I... Please.

You're the therapist, right?

That's right.

Yeah. People must do this all the time.

They do.

That's all right.

I seem to have time on my hands.

Okay. Let's say there was this guy, and he had an incredible girlfriend that

he'd been with for, like, ten years, and she essentially gave up her life to stay

with him because she's really cool and she just loves him so much. I mean,

if... This guy didn't then want to marry her.

Psychologically, what is that about?

Well, I would turn the question around, and I would ask, what is it about the

woman?

Marriage is so important to her.

Oh.

Well... That's... You know, I'd have to ask her.

You should do that.

Hey, Tammy. Hi, Mitch.

I brought you Sarah Holt's laptop. The police just released it. Oh, great.

I want you to print something out for me. Wait, you're doing that now?

Tammy?

Would you take this back to the office, please?

You got it.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

Have a great day.

Thanks, Dad.

We should get back.

In a minute. We need to discuss this unacceptable level of distraction.

I'm not distracted.

You can't be that self-unaware.

If there's something else that's going on in your personal or professional life

that is more important than me spending the rest of my life in prison for

something I did not do, then I wish you'd indicated as much when I was

deciding to hire you.

Or is this a coping mechanism where you just spread yourself so thin that no one

loss really stings that badly? If I want a therapy session, I will pay for one.

Just tell me, do I need another lawyer?

Absolutely not.

I got this.

My name is Norman Kincaid. I'm 47.

Employed as a security officer for Northeast Mutual Bank.

Mr. Kincaid, did you know Gregory Tillman? Not really. I know he lived in

my building.

Were you at home the night Mr. Tillman died?

Yes. My daughter's 16.

That night she was at the senior prom with an older boy, so I was up late.

Why is that?

She missed her curfew, so I stayed up, sitting at the window, staring in every

passing car.

Please tell us what you saw.

Around 2, a green Pontiac with tinted windows drove by real slow.

And that's when I saw the defendant.

Dr. Larson.

Yes.

She was crossing the street, coming into the building.

So just to be clear, you saw the defendant enter your building that

night. You're sure?

Yes. About an hour before my daughter got home.

Thank you. Nothing further.

The truth is, when you found out Mr. Tillman had been murdered, you didn't go

to the police, did you?

No. In fact, you didn't say anything about my clients until a detective was

canvassing your building with her photograph.

I didn't know what I saw was important.

The fact is, Mr. Kincaid, you wanted to be a cop, didn't you?

But you couldn't make it out of the academy.

For health reasons.

So here you are, working bank security.

plastic badge go to hell the police show you a photograph and you say what they

want to hear to impress them you don't know if that was my client i saw her by

your own testimony that you were waiting for your daughter anxiously staring at

every passing car is it really your testimony that as you were staring into

the tinted windows of this green pontiac you were able to make a definitive id of

my client out of the corner of your eye That building has 53 units.

That woman could have been anybody.

No. It was her.

W. Whitaker.

Yeah. I got a copy of your disciplinary file regarding a domestic violence

complaint filed by a Carmen Escu.

Is that your girlfriend?

Who's asking?

You got temporary issues, Deputy?

Because if so, I can relate.

You with Internal Affairs?

You don't look like it.

I'm the lead investigator on the Sarah Holt defense team.

The woman that killed my mother?

Did she?

I found it interesting to discover that the only other person there the night

your mom died would seem to have a history of violence against women.

You accusing me of killing my own mother?

Huh? Is that what you're saying?

Say it.

I say you got temporary issues.

Well, I'll pick you up when I'm done here. Probably about five-ish.

Love you.

Miss Clara to friends?

With all this Meralto talk, your job is to stop me from calling every five

minutes to check on her.

This is cake.

You wait till she hits puberty. She's gonna get in a car with some boy, and

you're gonna want Ray to tail him.

can i get your take on something of course i asked this shrink that mitch is

representing about ray not wanting to get married and she totally turned it

back on me asking me well why is it so important that you want to get married

like it was my problem somehow wanting that i swear it was like ray was doing

this ventriloquist act through this woman

Maybe this therapist is on to something. What? It's my problem.

No, it's nobody's problem, but maybe if you could articulate for yourself what

it would mean for you to marry Ray, you perhaps could explain it to him in a way

that he would appreciate and understand.

You think?

I don't know.

What's happening with that computer?

No, no, no.

Oh, no.

oh my god don't die

i'm

gonna try and save something i need to get a flash drive we need these files

that's what she was working on that night oh my god

save something oh crap oh god don't

Your husband's gonna kill me.

Twice.

Yeah. It's done.

Sarah Hold's hard drive has been wiped.

Mitch.

A word?

Any interest in taking a plea?

Why would I? Because this is about to get ugly.

Pass. Suit yourself.

Your Honor, the people would like to call Vincent Hughes to the stand.

Mr. Hughes, will you please tell the jury what you do for a living?

I'm a pharmacist here in the city.

The pharmacist who filled this prescription for Gregory Tillman, the

one found in his apartment?

I filled it the night of his death.

Did Mr. Tillman pick it up that night?

No. Dr. Larson came to get it herself.

Really? And somehow, magically, it appeared in his apartment without her

presence.

You wanted my full attention? Well, you sure as hell got it now.

I didn't think about the pharmacist.

So you were there?

Yes, but I didn't shoot him. I need the truth now.

What did happen that night?

After Tillman broke into my apartment, I tried everything to get away from him.

I stayed at my friend's apartment. I saw patients in another office, but he found

me. How did you know it was him? Because he was following me. I saw the same

green car everywhere I went.

The windows were too dark for me to see him, but he was there.

And then one night I saw him parked right across the street from my friend's

apartment.

And I was scared.

He was going to kill me, and the police couldn't do anything about it.

And so you called Tillman.

I had to do something.

So I took matters into my own hands.

He was off his medication, and I thought if I could go to him and

let him see how terrified and upset he was making me, then I could persuade him

to resume his medication in return for becoming my patient again.

Sounds crazy and reckless now, but I was desperate.

So I picked up the medication, and I went to Mr. Tillman's apartment.

I could tell he had been drinking.

I tried to reason with him, pleaded with him to go back on his meds, but he

only became agitated, belligerent, aggressive.

I felt panicked, and I felt trapped.

He poured me a glass of wine, and while he was occupied, I emptied some pills

into his glass.

I was not trying to kill him.

I just wanted to immobilize him.

so that I could get away.

We drank the wine.

Then he wanted to dance.

Those three minutes in his arms were the longest of my entire life.

When I tried to pull away, he attacked me.

I tried to get away, and we struggled.

He threw me down and he stood over me, waving his gun.

I thought I was going to die.

And then finally the drugs kicked in and he collapsed.

I got up and I ran out of there as fast as I could.

I'm sorry.

You got caught in a lie, didn't you, Doctor?

You told the police you never went to the victim's apartment, but now that we

can prove you did, you admit it.

Yes. You also now admit that you drugged Gregory Tillman.

Yes. As a doctor, you knew the dosage that would incapacitate him, and you

intentionally gave him enough to do just that.

Yes. Nonetheless, you want us to accept that he wasn't incapacitated, that he

got up, walked to the desk... lifted the gun to his head, and conveniently ended

his own life.

But the truth is, Dr. Larson, you were desperate.

So as you said, you took matters into your own hands.

The police couldn't help you, so you ended this yourself.

You let Tillman believe that you cared about him, then you drugged him and shot

him and made it look like a suicide. No, I did not.

You have to believe me.

When I left...

He was alive.

Garmina Skew?

Do I know you?

No, Ray McBeer.

Private investigator.

I'm working on a case.

I understand that Eugene Whitaker is your ex-boyfriend.

Yeah? I'd like to ask about your domestic violence complaint.

I don't want to talk about that.

It's in relation to a murder investigation.

Should be important.

Well, it was the night I broke up with him.

Things were said and he got a little physical, was all.

That's why you ended it? Because he had a tendency towards violence?

No, no. No, nothing like that.

It was about his mother.

What about his mother?

He was just totally under her thumb.

At her beck and call, 24-7. I just got tired of playing second fiddle all the

time. So I ended it.

I told him if he ever grew a pair and cut the apron strings to look me up

again.

It's a murder case.

Who is the victim?

Your ex's mother.

Deputy Whitaker's tired of being mommy whipped. He wants his hot stuff

girlfriend back. Oh, you thought she was hot?

Uh, he surprises Sarah Holt at the apartment. She rushes out. He grabs his

chance. He figures he can hang it on Sarah.

He's a cop. He knows how it's gonna look.

It's a reasonable doubt. Why would he risk it? The woman is dying.

Oh, speaking of things dying, I had a mishap with Sarah's computer today.

Not her fault. I was there.

I took it in, and the repair guy said the CPU's copacetic, but the hard

drive's completely white.

That's odd. I can't even worry about that right now. I'm just too jammed up

with this Larson case.

Do you think she shot him?

Tillman was a big guy.

Dead weight, passed out. How'd she lift him into the chair?

So maybe he did shoot himself.

All I know is if I saw that car following me, knowing my stalker had

found me again, I'd have so left town.

Wait, what'd she say?

A green car with tinted windows. Someone else saw a green car.

The eyewitness neighbor saw a green car with tinted windows the night he spotted

Larson walk by. You're thinking it was the same car?

If it was, it wasn't to him driving. He was in the apartment.

So who was it?

I think I know.

Your Honor, the defense calls Detective William Quinn back to the stand.

Detective, who is Madeline Poole?

Another woman who'd come to me with a stalking complaint.

And what were you, as a police officer, able to do for her?

Other than help her get a restraining order, not much.

And what happened to Miss Poole?

She was found murdered a week later. And the restraining order?

It was balled up and shoved in her mouth.

Relevance, Your Honor.

Connect dots, Mr. McDeer. Detective, as an active investigator, you are assigned

a police vehicle, correct?

Yes. An unmarked Pontiac, green, with tinted windows.

That's correct.

My client had seen that car following her outside of where she lived, at her

new office. She thought Tillman had found her again.

But in fact, it was you following my client, wasn't it, detective?

You'd seen too many women hurt or killed because the law wouldn't let you do your

job. And you weren't going to let that happen again. Your Honor. I'll allow it.

The witness will answer.

Something like that. You were there that night, weren't you?

The night Greg Tillman died. You followed my client all the way to

Tillman's building. I did not.

Must have been confusing watching your complainant walk into her stalker's

building. Objection. You waited, didn't you? After a few minutes, you saw Dr.

Larson run out, panicked, her blouse torn.

Speculation, Your Honor. Your Honor, the detective drives a green Pontiac with

tinted windows. The same car matching the same description was there that

night. That gives me a good faith basis to confront this witness.

I agree. It's overruled. So you went inside, didn't you? You wanted to see

what she was doing there. And that's when you found Tillman, drugged and

unconscious on the floor. You saw the wine glasses, the open prescription

bottle, and you were thinking, now I'm going to have to arrest Dr.

Larson. Objection. You were frustrated and powerless. Everything was upside

down. Your Honor. But you couldn't just walk away. You couldn't let this turn

into what happened with Madeline Poole. Make your point, Mr. McDeer.

So you did something.

You protected L. Larson.

Tillman's gun was there, and so you made this look like a suicide, didn't you?

Move to strike all of this, Your Honor.

Answer the question, Detective.

No.

You want my answer?

Everything you've said about that night is a lie.

Madam foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, your honor.

On the sole count of murder, we, the jury, find the defendant, Dr. L. Larson,

not guilty.

Members of the jury, this completes your service.

Ms. Larson, you are free to go.

We are adjourned.

I can't thank you enough.

No thanks necessary.

They understood what went down. But you made them understand.

Here, my way of thanks.

My number.

My office number.

Who knows, with all your juggling and multitasking, you ever feel you're

losing the handle of first sessions on me?

You never know.

Detective. Counselor.

Congratulations.

To us both?

I don't know what you mean. It's ironic the times in your career when you knew

someone was guilty and you just couldn't prove it.

It's funny how that sometimes happens.

Maybe I was there.

Maybe when I went into Tillman's apartment he was conscious.

Maybe he did want me to arrest her.

Maybe.

He was crazy enough to tell me he wouldn't let up until she was dead.

So you killed him?

Just talking hypotheticals, Galson.

See you around.

Hey. Hey.

Can you sit a minute?

I have something I want to say.

I've taken a lot of time to think about why our getting married is so important

to me.

Never mind.

No, no, it's okay. Say it.

Say it.

Well, I've watched you over the years, and I see how important family is to

you. Mitch, Abby, and Claire, they're your whole world.

They're the ones you rely on the most, and I get that.

But where I'm from, there's your kin, and then there's everybody else.

And I just wanted to be that to you.

Family.

That's all.

I understand. I just...

What? Not everything in my life has worked out.

I guess I don't want to disappoint you.

Well, it's simple then.

Just don't.

Good news. We were able to remotely wipe Sarah Holt's laptop.

Verifiably? The IT tech confirms.

Stay on top of McDeer. The whole point of affiliating with him was to keep tabs

on the Holt case.

Any other fires need putting out is distinctly on you.

But, Andrew, good job.

Okay. I see Andrew. He's here.

Mitch, be careful.

Look, it's okay.

Andrew's a friend. I'm just gonna see if he can tell us what's going on.

The deer just arrived.

Do not lose him again.