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Ready? Fight!

300 bucks for the fight.

Rose's bar owes 400 grand. The lender gets the interest first. That leaves you

80 bucks.

Here, don't mention it.

My fists get me work?

Debt takes the rest.

Rule number one on the streets. When the suits show up, you run.

300 a fight.

After interest, you walk away with 80.

Care to hear a seven-figure offer, Quinn?

You're the Ashford heiress who went missing 15 years ago. The DNA results

came back last week.

Your inheritance is worth $2 billion.

I don't remember a thing before I was seven. You could drag any stray off the

street and tell her the same story. DNA doesn't lie.

Move into the estate and you get 500 grand in relocation money. The final

payout, 90% of the main estate.

500 grand?

That's Rose's debt and the penalty? Down to the dollar.

Nothing comes for free. Tell me, what's the catch?

Page seven, the breach clause.

Disgrace the family and I can freeze every cent of your inheritance.

Add this. I can walk away whenever I want. Deal.

But walk away and you leave with nothing.

We'll figure out the debt, Quinn. I've watched you grow up. Don't sell your

soul just to pay this off. I'm not selling anything.

It's a transaction.

Play by their rules, take the cash, and walk away when I'm done.

I got this, Rosa.

The DNA test only got you in the door, Quinn.

Disgrace this family during your evaluation, and the trust board can cut

you out. When that happens, you won't see a dime. You'll go crawling back to

the slums.

Let's start with the silverware.

Cessla Omadar Blue Debrayian. Need me to translate? Where I'm from, the only rule

about food?

Is you eat it.

You're the executor, Octavia. That's a violation, isn't it?

I'm the executor, and I say this dinner doesn't count toward her evaluation.

My sister's rules are Ashford rules.

Why is she helping me?

Nice ring.

How much is it worth?

I'll let that slide, but that question...

Don't ask it again.

Rosa, the money's in.

Pay off the 400 grand, make those bloodsuckers burn the IAU right in front

of you.

Honey, where did you get that kind of money? Tell me the truth. It's legal.

I'm working for a rich family.

Once I've got enough, I'm coming home.

That number's too exact.

Maybe she looked into me.

Do the job, take the money, and get out.

Keep your head down.

Don't ask questions.

Your sister's lobster stunt is the talk of the Upper East Side.

The board voted to assign her an observer.

Someone to log every move she makes 24 hours a day.

Spy on me?

Take it up with my fists.

Rule 12 the executor may assume direct oversight that voids the observer clause

You're the CEO you don't have time starting today her room is next to mine

I'll log every word she says and every move she makes any objections Put them

in writing and attach the footage of you barging into my home Why

do you keep helping me It was

no trouble

Don't read into it Street rule number two nothing's more expensive

than free First

case the place then swipe something I can pawn if I need to bail these rich

jerks won't miss it

Sneaking around the main house at 2 in the morning?

Looking for something valuable?

Or looking for me?

I was taking a walk! Would I need permission to walk around this place at

night?

Of course not.

But page 7, clause 3, unauthorized handling of estate property at night was

a serious breach.

Relax.

I didn't see a thing.

Good night, sweetheart.

Damn it!

Why is my heart pounding?

She even knows my favorite beer?

An evaluation?

That's what she's calling this?

Breathe, sweetheart.

Pass that at the auction, and I'll have to count that as a violation.

One night.

That's it.

Once we're there, you do your thing, I do mine.

Clause two.

My date enters on my arm.

See the man on the left? He comes from a shipping dynasty.

Now he's drowning in debt.

Even that tie is cheap.

Pay attention.

Information like that is worth more than anything here.

Save it.

I'm here to pay a debt, not study your rich friend. When?

I was rude to you the other day. Please let me make it up to you.

Here's a little insider tip.

Lot 17 is a charity lot. Raising your paddle just shows support. You won't

actually pay anything.

Perfect chance to show everyone you're in Ashford.

$1.2 million.

Going once. Going twice.

Sold.

You idiot.

Charity lots are due on the spot.

Can't pay? That's a breach.

And there goes your inheritance.

I've only got $100,000.

I fell for it. Damn it. Since when do I fall for crap like this?

Now you've pissed me off.

There's been a misunderstanding.

My sister was bidding on my behalf.

Once the Ashfords claim something, no one else gets to touch it again.

You owe me one to live.

Go riding with me Sunday and we're even.

Can't you save me for free just once?

If it were free, would you take it?

Relax your hips. Those reins aren't hand-wrapped. The tighter you grip, the

harder the horse fights you.

This isn't in the contract.

This one's free.

Sit up straight. The horse can feel how tense you are.

Just asking.

Is there any way to get cash out of my inheritance without going through you?

Technically, you can pledge your right to future trust payouts to a third

party. Why ask?

Just making conversation.

Don't you guys do small talk on the Upper East Side?

Of course we do.

Just don't get any half-baked ideas.

The plan works.

Pledge your future trust payouts to Saxum Fund.

They'll pay 40 cents on the dollar, 24 million.

Wired today.

$24 million?

Enough to start over anywhere she isn't. You're in luck. The fund's owner is here

to sign in person. Right this way.

Sit. Weren't we about to sign?

Saxon Fund is yours?

As of ten minutes ago.

Breach. Reassignment.

Jurisdiction. Once this fund gets your trust interest, they can sue you

tomorrow and take your entire inheritance.

I checked.

Three years of records, completely clean. Clean books just means someone

was paid well to cook them.

What the hell do you want from me, Octavia?

I'm giving you a way out.

Then give me the money and let me go!

Not so fast.

The streets taught you to read people, not contracts.

I'll teach you that.

Name your price.

What's it going to cost me this time?

Beyond page seven, there's always one more way out.

The Octavia Clause.

The price?

Every way out you find comes to me first.

Why should I?

Because without me today, we'd have nothing left.

Sign.

You paid off the full 400 grand last week. You burned the IOU right in front

of us. What else do you want?

The principal's paid, sure.

But the service fee, the protection fee, if I say you owe it, you owe it.

Another 150 grand, or the bar's mine.

Street rules.

You got paid, we're square.

Try charging us again?

I dare you.

I'm sorry. We won't set foot on this street again.

The debt's wiped clean. Don't ask who did it. We can't tell you.

Where the hell is a loan shop like that?

That Ashford woman keeps giving you whatever you need.

What does she want from you? Nothing comes for free.

She's not being nice.

She's keeping score.

Every favor has a price.

How about I hack her email? See what she really wants in return.

Don't not yet.

I'll tell you when I need you Sit

down I can do it my sit down

Listen the contract to what's the

damage five figures and I'm out this one's free Next

time you go somewhere Tell me first.

If it's free, how am I supposed to pay you back?

No charge?

Fine. I'll make a seat myself.

Stop! We need to talk.

Step down as executor. Let someone neutral manage the trust.

You can do anything you want on this estate and I'll foot the bill.

Accept that ring.

It's a promise I failed to keep.

Damn it.

The look of someone with nothing left to lose. What the hell does that ring mean

to her?

I spent three days digging.

Her email's locked down, no scandals, no dirt, but I found one thing.

Tell me.

That old silver ring of hers is worth 200 bucks, tops.

But every month, like clockwork, she takes it to the same silversmith in

Brooklyn to have it cleaned and polished. She's been doing it for over a

decade. She's worth two billion dollars. Why is she so hung up on a cheap old

ring? It gets weirder. The shop's records say the ring was resized 15

years ago. And there's an engraving inside, just one letter, Q.

Q?

And...

Your name starts with Q2.

She said it was a promise she failed to keep. The ring was resized 15 years ago.

I went missing exactly 15 years ago.

No way this is a coincidence.

Your ring was resized, wasn't it?

You've been staring at my hand for quite a while.

Just asking.

You like it? Too bad. It's not for sale.

Like I want your stupid ring.

Good.

Curiosity killed the cat, sweetheart.

She's warning me, which means I must be getting close.

And this.

She came back from Brooklyn in the middle of the night, climbed in through

her window with a cut on her forehead.

Colluding with outside investors, selling off inheritance rights.

That's enough.

Notify the board I'm calling an emergency meeting.

Little wildcat.

Strapes don't belong on the Upper East Side.

Miss Ashford, she was being used. Someone put her up to it.

I know.

I'll find whoever put her up to it myself.

But your daughter still pays for what she did.

Starting this week, all three of your family's credit facilities go under

review for one year.

One year?

That'll cut off our cash flow. That's practically a death sentence. A death

sentence makes the papers.

A review doesn't. I'm letting you save faith.

Keep your daughter in line.

If she goes anywhere near Quinn again, it won't be just your credit facilities

under review.

I'll keep you around.

You may still be useful.

You promised.

You said our credit lines would be restored once it was done. Now my

father's company is under review.

Promised? My dear, have we ever met?

You sent the card! Your people gave me the drug!

The card was printed. The bottle only has your fingerprints on it. Go get your

head checked, you idiot.

Fine.

So I'm disposable to both of you.

Did the punching bag offend you or something?

Can't sleep.

Figured I'd wear myself out.

Since the charity gala?

Since I realized everyone in this house is putting on an act.

Including you?

Including me.

Speaking of which, are the drug test results back?

Short-acting hallucinogen. What you remember from that night may be

fragmented. Some of it real, some of it not.

Don't trust it.

Let that wound get infected and that's damage to family property.

Page of seven. What if some of those fragments feel real? Too real?

Then you come to me sober and we'll see what's real.

Quinn, they moved the tape auction up. It's the day after tomorrow. And

someone's already put down a deposit on the same lot.

Damn it, Alistair.

New Jersey, day after tomorrow.

I'm heading out tomorrow.

I'm taking your car. Clause 2, consider yourself notified.

Going where?

Going to spend some money. Relax, it's my money.

I'm in the lab's email.

The retest was ordered three days ago. They paid double to rush it, all through

an offshore shell company.

Drop it. I know who did it. I need the smoking gun.

That ring.

It was there 15 years ago.

Who's that woman?

And who's this little girl?

Miss Ashford, we just did what our client asked. I don't care.

You've got two options.

Sign the retraction, issue a public apology, eat the rush fee.

Or tomorrow, the accreditation board gets five years of your records.

Your lab won't survive another audit.

The exact same ring.

You were already with the Ashfords 15 years ago.

The ring.

Q. 15 years ago?

Why does all of it point back to me?

Octavia.

Who the hell are you?

Public opinion flipped overnight.

Who leaked my bank statements?

Those paid trolls were... I mean, that wasn't me!

You're the number one trending topic, Veronica.

The Upper East Side's Queen of Snark is the punchline now.

I'm not dead yet, Alistair.

And you went after my granddaughter with a bought and paid for DNA report?

Aunt Evelyn, procedurally speaking, I was merely... Withdraw the freeze

motion.

Reinstate her shares.

And double them for the damage to her reputation.

Don't get cocky.

What went missing from my study, it'll find its way back to its rightful owner.

We won. A clean sweep.

Too smooth.

Something's wrong. Really wrong.

It's almost like she knew this was coming.

Like she planned it all along.

Get some sleep.

It's over.

The lab apologized.

Public opinion flipped.

All in less than two days.

Call it luck.

Just luck

Let

go

or I'm staying the night

Why did you grab her sleeve, Quinn?

Are you out of your damn mind?

Good night, sweetheart.

Tonight, I'm starting the process of changing my will.

My granddaughter, Quinn Ashford, will be first in line to inherit.

Everything the Ashfords own will go to its rightful heir.

Whoa. First in line, huh?

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

Watch your step, little girl.

I'm overseeing her evaluation. I'll take this one.

The math isn't mathing on this one. What the hell are you after?

I had someone look into it.

You could have walked away with the whole estate, free and clear. It's not

the money. You're way richer than I am.

The title?

The board served it to you on a silver platter three years ago, and you vetoed

it yourself.

When the day comes that you finally remember, you'll know exactly what I'm

after.

Remember what?

What does my memory loss have to do with you?

There's a chill tonight.

Get some rest, sweetheart.

I didn't pull away.

Why the hell didn't I pull away?

The cue on the ring.

Fifteen years.

I'm finishing that damn album tonight.

15 years I finally found you again This

time no one takes you from me

No one

The exact amount of the relocation money, the beer in my fridge, the pawn

shop, that call in the rain.

She never just ran into me.

It was a hunt from the very beginning.

Good night.

Hey, you didn't tap out when they had you pinned in the cage. You don't get to

run now either.

Play dumb.

Dig into her past.

Take the money.

Rough night?

Still getting used to the bed.

Had a nightmare too.

Enlighten me.

Dreamt someone was watching me in the dark.

For a long time.

Consider yourself lucky, sweetheart.

The ones being watched are the ones kept safe.

Let's get down to business.

I'm sitting in on the board meeting.

A sudden interest in family affairs?

My interest is in the money.

The evaluation is still ticking and I want my next payout unlocked.

Done. Wear a suit on Thursday.

A $200 piece of junk, and you've worn it for 15 years straight.

Octavia.

You were there that night, 15 years ago, weren't you?

Pull a sealed file, October, 15 years ago, out on the county highway.

Yes, the Ashford crash.

The evaluation records are complete.

I move to vote. Gentlemen, a moment, please.

The executor signed every page. She's the judge and the coach.

Do these scores mean anything at all?

Article 12 of the will. The evaluation is the executor's responsibility.

I'm not challenging your authority.

I'm challenging the propriety of the process.

I move to establish an independent review committee and postpone the vote.

And how long will this review take, Uncle Alistair?

Good things take time.

Three months, or maybe six.

I had a rat in my study.

Funny thing is, it didn't steal anything.

Just went through an old photo album.

Get a new butler. Or a cat.

I came from the bottom, too.

Let me give you some advice.

Octavia has a lot to hide.

Ask her where she was in October 15 years ago.

You know what we say in Brooklyn about people who set traps?

The first one caught in it is always themselves.

You're not taking the bait.

Or do you already know?

Good news, bad news. Which first?

Hit me with both.

I'm hitting a wall with the photos.

You can hack the biggest banks in the world with your eyes closed.

Why can't you crack this? Her study's on a private server.

Military grade.

Fried my probe the second I touched it.

Pivot. Leave her alone.

Then what am I looking for?

The car crash.

October, 15 years ago.

Pull everything you can find.

A crash?

Whose crash?

Mine.

This is it.

The wall that had 15 years of my life on it.

You planning to stand there all day?

Sit.

Your wall's pretty bare.

You should hang some art.

It's just a wall, sweetheart.

What, you expected to start talking?

Let's get down to business.

The review will take at least six months. Your inheritance stays locked.

So? You dragged me here just to gloat?

Rose's rent for next quarter?

Mickey's server cough?

Your legal fees?

You know my bills better than I do it's sick So I'm offering a private deal

I'll front whatever amount you're supposed to receive zero interest So

that's the free lunch part.

What's the catch?

Two conditions move into the main house in the room next to mine and whenever

you go out you take my car

It's obviously a trap, but if I want the truth, I don't have a choice.

One more condition.

I want full, unrestricted access to the family archives.

Why? The evaluation covers family history.

Can't have people laughing at the heir apparent for not even knowing her own

grandmother's birthday.

Weak excuse, but deal.

You do that with everyone?

Sweetheart. Page three.

Physical contact isn't a violation.

You didn't even change the brand.

You think that's thoughtful?

No. I call it efficient.

My creditor sleeps right next door.

Does my snoring count as a violation?

Yes,

it does.

I'll decide on the penalty when I wake up.

The contract doesn't say you can stand this close.

Doesn't say I can't either.

Good night, neighbor.

What the hell are you blushing, Quinn?

She's a loan shark.

A damn loan shark.

The case files from the crash 15 years ago were sealed permanently.

The payment came from a trust fund.

The beneficiary. Give me the name.

Octavia Ashforth.

She was only 13 when the fund was set up.

Where does a 13-year-old orphan pull that kind of cash?

Someone bankrolled it.

Someone buried it for her.

How long have you worked for this family?

26 years, Miss Quinn.

Then you knew Octavia as a child, right?

When did she come here?

I believe it was the winter you went missing.

Mrs. Ashford said the house felt too empty.

Fill the void.

They brought her in to replace me.

There you are, ugly sweater, hiding in the corner. You were so scrawny as a

kid.

Do we really have to stand this close just to look at an album? The lighting's

bad, and you know better than I do what they fed us at the orphanage.

Did my family treat you well?

They gave me a name, a room, and a set of rules.

Whether it was well depends entirely on what you compare it to.

I've got it. They wiped all the public records, but one slipped through. Get to

the point.

The surveillance tapes from that abandoned gas station off the highway

where the crash happened. They're at a New Jersey auction house.

They still have the tapes?

The whole lot goes up next month.

Bidding starts at 300 bucks.

But whether we can get anything off those tapes?

That's pure luck.

We have to try.

Buy the whole lot. I'll cover it.

Also, someone accessed the same set of records two weeks before we did.

Alistair?

He's digging into what happened that night, too

Don't

take her give me your hand hold on to my hand

15 years, and it's still the same part.

The hand she reached for wasn't mine, so who was I aching for just now?

I counted.

Seven instances of inappropriate physical contact.

Nice focal length.

Your people upgraded their gear.

The committee doesn't care about the gear. It cares about the facts.

The executor is seducing the heiress for her two billion dollar inheritance.

Once that story hits the papers, the board will have no choice but to remove

you. So?

Walk away with your dignity intact hand over your authority as executor and the

photos go in the shredder Go ahead run it on the front page. Just make sure you

use a full face shot my left side photographs better You're all bark you

wouldn't risk her reputation

Give

my regards to your photographer

His fee last week was paid out of your son's trust fund.

The Equestrian Club Charity Glawa?

Saturday. Everyone from the Upper East Side will be there.

Alistair has pictures of us. What pictures?

He wants to spin a story about the executor seducing the iris. I won't let

him.

So on Saturday, we put on a show for the whole city.

Keep your distance, smile, nod.

Pretend to be respectable?

Sure. I'm not the one seducing anyone in those pictures.

But have you ever pushed me away?

Is keep your distance a new clause you just added?

Yes.

So on Saturday, I'll keep my distance.

And you will too.

You'd better keep your hands to yourself on Saturday.

I can keep my hands to myself.

Can't promise the same for the rest of me.

The way everyone looked at me in that conference room.

She made a fool of me. I'll make her pay.

Quinn I owe you an apology for last time. I mean it Well, this is a first I

Shouldn't have been so rude to you

The

champagne something's wrong with it

My sister is allergic to alcohol.

Every vendor who supplied drinks tonight will hear from me tomorrow.

Especially the one who raised a glass to her.

Hang in there. The

doctor will be here in 20 minutes.

Stop pretending.

The photo wall?

Fifteen years?

Who are you, really?

You're burning up, Quinn. Let go.

No, don't go.

This isn't right, Quinn. I don't want...

Enough.

Quinn, that's enough.

We'll pick this up when you're sober.

So, how did I get back last night?

You came home by car. You slept like a log.

I didn't say anything weird, did I?

You did.

You said the champagne at the charity gala tasted like horse piss.

I couldn't agree more.

So who did I bite last night?

Just a rash.

You bit the sleeve of my coat. You owe me a new one.

No bite marks on the sleeve.

So what's under her collar?

Nope, not asking.

Drugs can make you see things, but they can't leave bite marks, can they?

Miss Ashford, she was being used. Someone put her up to it.

I know.

I'll find whoever put her up to it myself.

But your daughter still pays for what she did.

Starting this week, all three of your family's credit facilities go under

review for one year.

One year?

That'll cut off our cash flow. That's practically a death sentence. A death

sentence makes the papers. A review doesn't. I'm letting you save faith.

Keep your daughter in line.

If she goes anywhere near Quinn again, it won't be just your credit facilities

under review.

I'll keep you around.

You may still be useful.

You promised.

You said our credit lines would be restored once it was done. Now my

father's company is under review.

Promised? My dear, have we ever met?

You sent the card! Your people gave me the drug!

The card was printed. The bottle only has your fingerprints on it. Go get your

head checked, you idiot.

Fine.

So I'm disposable to both of you.

Did the punching bag offend you or something?

Can't sleep.

Figured I'd wear myself out.

Since the charity gala?

Since I realized everyone in this house is putting on an act.

Including you?

Including me.

Speaking of which, are the drug test results back?

Short-acting hallucinogen. What you remember from that night may be

fragmented. Some of it real, some of it not.

Don't trust it.

Let that wound get infected and that's damage to family property.

Page of seven. What if some of those fragments feel real? Too real?

Then you come to me sober and we'll see what's real.

Quinn, they moved the tape auction up. It's the day after tomorrow. And

someone's already put down a deposit on the same lot. Damn it, Alistair.

New Jersey, day after tomorrow.

I'm heading out tomorrow.

I'm taking your car. Clause 2, consider yourself notified.

Going where?

Going to spend some money. Relax, it's my money.

Lot 7.

A batch of old tapes.

Opening bid, $300.

That's him.

The guy who put down the deposit.

Paddle 009.

Tailored suit.

Shoes polished to a shine.

Someone sent him here.

Which means he's got a spending limit.

Go over it and his boss starts asking questions.

$500. $2,000.

$3,000.

$10,000.

$10,000.

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold!

Done. I planted three fake auction records showing the lot went unsold. His

boss thinks the whole lot is scrap worth five cents a pound.

15 years.

It's time I saw what happened that night.

Three exits, and they're still on us. Mickey, buckle up.

We lost them.

Quinn, what the hell did you use to do?

Professional debt dodger.

Having fun?

Not bad.

New Jersey's nice this time of year. By the way, that gray car isn't mine. My

people are in the black one behind it.

The contract never said you could keep tabs on me.

It's my car. Of course I know where you take it.

The gray car belongs to Alistair.

He knows you went to the auction.

Whatever you bought, stash it somewhere else tonight.

She knows about the auction?

Does she know what's on the tapes?

This thing's ancient.

I need to get the playback head working again.

Best case, we'll have a picture by tomorrow night.

Fair warning.

The tapes got damp.

How much we can recover is anyone's guess.

That's fine.

Even one minute will do.

October, 15 years ago. A car crash.

A ring.

A woman in a newspaper clipping.

The truth is finally coming out.

I got the heads working again. Give me 40 minutes and I'll have a picture.

We're closed!

Who the hell are you with?

Lock the door. The tapes matter more than I do. Don't open it for anyone

until you get something off them.

Hand over the tapes.

or your life. Since when do outsiders come into Brooklyn to collect?

That accent gives you away.

Manhattan?

Move, if you know what's good for you! We just want that box of junk in the

basement!

You get one chance to point that knife somewhere else.

Who the hell are you?

I own this block.

I have leverage over your boss's bank, his lawyers, and the company backing his

son's studies.

The blade grazed you.

You didn't even feel the pain, did you?

Your grip hurts more than the knife did.

That's why I told you.

Tell me before you go anywhere.

Only Mickey and you knew I brought the tapes here tonight.

You suspect me?

Give me one reason not to.

What a surprise.

Are you on those tapes?

Watch them, then come ask me.

This time I'll tell you everything.

Got it. I got seven clips back. Most of them are just daytime junk.

But one of them is time-spanned at 10.17 p.m.

Play it.

Oh my god.

That was no accident. The second car ran it off the road.

Two seconds left. I'm freezing the last frame.

Octavia.

Octavia? She was there 15 years ago?

Quinn. She saved you. This footage is hard proof. Is it? What about the second

car? Who was in it?

A 13-year-old orphan just happened to stumble onto a murder?

Nikki, she saved me. Then why was she riding with the people who tried to kill

me?

She told me to watch the tapes.

Then ask her.

You watched it.

10.17pm.

Rain. Gas station.

Yes.

That was me.

Then answer me this.

The second car forced my mother's car off the road.

She was murdered.

And you just happened to be there.

Wearing a ring with my initial on it.

Then three months later, you moved into my home and took my place.

Octavia Ashford, were you there to save me or kill my mother?

If I told you I was there to save you, you wouldn't believe me.

Don't touch me.

Just answer me.

Don't try to shut me up with that.

And if I told you I was there to kill her?

Then why are you trembling, Quinn?

Tomorrow night, 10 o'clock.

West Wing, the Oak Door.

You want to know what I've been hiding, don't you?

Wait.

Until then, don't hate me.

After that, it's up to you.

Octavia, your hand's colder than mine.

You're here.

Made up your mind?

Not really.

I mostly go with my gut.

Miss Octavia!

Miss Quinn!

Mrs. Ashford collapsed.

She's barely breathing. The doctor says to prepare for the worst.

She's stable for now, but given her age, the family should take turns staying

with her.

I've never seen her scared before, so she does get scared.

Sit down. Keep standing like that and she'll wake up thinking she's at her own

funeral.

Fifteen years ago, she brought me home despite the family's objections.

Why?

She said she saw guilt in my eyes, told me to stay and make it right.

Guilt over what?

She never asked. I never told her.

We kept the same secret.

She had one half, I had the other.

Hang in there.

I've still got accounts to settle with this family.

I changed my mind halfway through turning that key last night.

I don't want the truth if I have to break into you to get it.

I want to wait until you open that door yourself, or until I'm ready to trust

you enough to ask.

Aunt Evelyn is critically ill. The family needs leadership.

I'm calling an emergency board meeting within 48 hours, and I have a major

motion ready. It's about you, Quinn. More specifically, it's about the rest

of your life.

This family needs stability.

The will is clear.

A blood heir must marry and build a life before they're trusted with the family

fortune.

I move to add a marriage clause, and I already have a candidate. My son,

Preston. What better way to keep it in the family?

Let's be honest.

Your background would give any respectable man pause.

Lucky for you, my greatest virtue is tolerance.

I can even overlook the smell of sweat.

Thanks.

Unfortunately, my greatest virtue is honesty.

That greasy hair and cologne, they make me want to puke.

Back off.

I hit before I think. You can reject Preston and forfeit your inheritance, or

marry him and keep it.

It's up to you.

The rules apply equally to everyone.

Article 12, Clause 4 of the will, gives the executor veto power over any

marriage involving the ward.

I'm exercising that veto now.

Your term ends when the evaluation does. You can hold it off for now, but not

forever.

Under the guardianship agreement, the executor has full authority over her

daily life, social life, and safety throughout the evaluation period.

Anyone trying to marry her off will have to get past this agreement first.

Full authority.

Same roof.

Careful, Octavia.

You're playing with fire.

Then you'd better hope you're close enough to strike the match, Uncle.

Let's get one thing straight.

What exactly does full authority mean?

There's a two-bedroom suite in the East Wing, separate bedroom, shared living

room. You're moving in.

Again? I just moved in next door last month. Living next door doesn't stop the

marriage clause. Living together does.

And as for safety, no one else gets within three feet of you.

Preston gets within three feet and you lose it?

Don't you count as someone else?

The clause doesn't apply to me, Quinn.

I am the clause.

Add one more clause.

I control the lock on my bedroom door. Your master key doesn't work on it.

Deal. I'll add one too.

Stay bound to me, and I'll move your third payout up. A good clause works

both ways.

Octavia, whatever's behind that oak door, you still owe me an answer.

This agreement doesn't change that.

I know.

I'll hold on to the key.

The door isn't going anywhere.

Stop drinking.

Look at this.

Don't publish them yet.

They're living under the same roof now, and Octavia signed the agreement

herself. Starting tonight, you have one job. Watch that door. Every night they

spend together adds interest.

Let it compound.

Then we collect.

Principle and interest.

One bathroom?

The agreement never said anything about sharing a bathroom.

It says shared living arrangements.

That includes the bathroom.

Fine. We split it by date. Odd dates are mine. Even dates are yours. Works for

me. What date is it?

Even. As promised.

Your bedroom, your lock, and that's the only key.

Keep it safe, sweetheart.

I'm not making you a spare.

Even date.

Your turn. I didn't see a thing.

So what if you did? The agreement says shared living arrangements.

Octavia, you're dripping all over me. Shared living arrangements, sweetheart.

Looks like the water's shared, too.

Goddamn shared living arrangement.

Don't take her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Q. I was too slow.

Too slow?

That's what you say when you were trying to save someone. But I'm sorry, who was

that for?

Don't go.

I'm right next door. Where am I going to go?

That cue you were calling for in your dream, who is that?

Fine.

Your door is locked. So are your dreams.

Go back to bed. Dreams lie. What if this one doesn't?

Then can you tell me when you're awake? Can you handle hearing it when you're

awake?

Soon.

Soon I've just got one last account to settle here

There's

a tea reception for the board today two o'clock got it

Hiding from me, Wildcat?

Playing house with Octavia won't get you anywhere.

Come with me, and you'll be set for life.

Last warning.

Stay away from me.

Make me.

Listen up, Slick.

I fought cage matches in Brooklyn for six years. That was me at 30%.

Touch me again, and year seven starts with you.

30%?

That was me showing his father some respect.

Next time, don't.

I'll make it up to his father.

Ten times over.

The turf scraped me.

You're hurting me more than it did. Remember that.

Next time, don't use your hand to break his fall.

Where do you go on Wednesday nights?

A meeting.

No phone?

No bodyguards? What is your client a ghost?

My client doesn't like being reported or questioned.

Dad! She broke my arm in front of everyone!

Sue her! Throw her out!

Octavia controls the security cameras.

You grabbed her first, idiot.

Take that footage to the board, and you'll be the one thrown out.

That wildcat's protected.

Fine. Then we go after her protector.

My people have been watching her for three weeks.

Every Wednesday at 11, she leaves alone through the estate's side gate and gets

back before 1 in the morning. No bodyguards, no phone, and she shakes

every tail we put on her.

A woman that smart doesn't disappear for two hours every week for nothing.

Whatever she's hiding in those two hours could destroy her.

Tomorrow's Wednesday.

This time, you follow her yourself.

The dead remember those who disturb them.

So do the living.

Sir, the cemetery's closed.

That grave, the unmarked one, who's buried there?

I don't know.

It's been here 15 years.

All I know is someone comes every Wednesday, rain or shine.

The most careful woman in the world has one predictable gap in her routine.

Every Wednesday, like clockwork.

Four Wednesdays now. What kind of meeting makes you take off your ring?

Who are you meeting?

You waited up for me?

I've been counting.

Every Wednesday you disappear for two hours, then you come back and tell me

nothing.

Quinn, I can't take you there. Not yet.

You can't tell me about the dreams?

You can't take me with you on Wednesdays? You're getting pretty damn

good at saying can't.

That's the only key, huh? I get it now that lock wasn't keeping you out. It was

keeping me in You think I want to keep this from you the person I go see every

Wednesday is already Lock it or leave it open. That's your

choice. I don't go through locked doors Am

I angry because she won't tell me or because I want to know so badly

There's no name on the headstone. Even the caretaker doesn't know who's buried

there. Dad, what good is an unmarked grave?

Plenty.

Fifteen years.

Every Wednesday.

A grave someone was too afraid to put a name on.

People only do this for one reason, Preston.

Guilt.

A woman died in that crash fifteen years ago.

Quinn's mother.

She was buried in the family plot with a lavish funeral.

So who's this one for?

Start the legal process to have the grave exhumed and examined.

Grounds? An unmarked grave outside the family cemetery, possibly connected to

the inheritance case. Do it by the book.

What did you do to the gem? I bought it.

You!

Relax. I didn't even touch a thing.

Not a single screw.

Happy birthday, Quinn.

Last night, she gave me my key back.

Today, she gives me another way out.

But what is she really trying to do?

Keep me here or set me free?

Come here, birthday girl.

Make a wish. Blow out the candles.

You were 16 when you first came here, six years ago.

There's no way I would have let a minor into the cage if someone hadn't called

ahead. Called ahead?

Who? No idea.

Just told me to keep an eye on you, make sure nothing happened to you. I figured

it was family.

Octavia, how long have you been part of my life without me even knowing?

What did you wish for?

Can't tell. It won't come true if I do.

Can I ask you something?

That call six years ago when the gym first let me in?

It's your birthday.

Can the interrogation wait till tomorrow?

No. You don't owe me an answer.

That call was two hours every Wednesday.

I'm done asking.

I'll wait until you're ready to tell me. I will.

Once I can take you with me on Wednesdays.

Okay.

Then I'll pay you back another way.

Thank you for not inviting the Upper East Side crowd.

For remembering who I am.

Happy birthday.

Spar with me?

Come on, birthday girl.

You gave someone you hate 30%. Surely I deserve more than that.

Dream on.

You're not even worth 10%. Next Wednesday, I'll be waiting in the living

room, and when you come back, keep the ring on.

Okay?

15 years, every Wednesday, rain or shine.

Our esteemed executor kneeling at a grave someone was too afraid to put a

name on.

Quinn's mother died in what was called an accident.

This grave dates to exactly one month after the crash.

What are you getting at, Alistair?

I've obtained a court order to examine the grave.

If we find something in there connected to that crash, another victim, perhaps,

then we should ask our executor.

Who exactly have you been asking forgiveness from every Wednesday?

That grave is private property.

We've crossed a line.

The court disagrees. The order's been granted.

We'll reconvene at the cemetery in one hour. Every board member will be there.

We'll begin the examination.

It's empty.

Where's the body?

The box! Open the box!

That's what she's been hiding for 15 years!

Mrs. Ashford, procedure requires... The order authorizes an examination for

human remains.

We've all seen the grave.

There aren't any.

This box belongs to a promise that's been dead for 15 years. You have no

right!

You dragged the court and your idiot son out here to dig up a grave?

You'd better pray I never find out who that second car belonged to.

Otherwise, I'll put you in a grave just like this one.

Tonight, the oak door.

I'll open it myself.

Dad, that was a complete waste of time. The coffin was empty. No.

We got more out of this than I expected.

First, she lost control in front of the board. They all saw it.

Second, an empty grave for a promise.

Preston, who builds a grave for someone still alive?

Someone's still alive?

You build a grave because you think someone's dead.

You keep coming back for 15 years because you later find out they're

alive. Pull the case file from when Quinn disappeared at 7. I want to know

how they originally classified it.

You came.

I told you I'd open it myself.

I've been collecting what's behind this door for 15 years.

You may never want to see me again once you see it.

So before you go in, you're my side first, okay?

Go on.

That's me?

And you?

We were at the orphanage.

You were six and a half.

A distant relative fostered you for six months and no one told you why.

You followed me everywhere back then.

Used to call me Tavi.

I don't know how I knew that.

I don't remember any of this. The name just came out. Yeah, Tavi.

Only one person in the world ever called me that.

That October, your family came to get you.

I couldn't bear to let you go, so I followed them.

I saw the second car ram into yours.

I only had time to save you.

Before the car caught fire, your mother grabbed my wrist.

She told me to take you away and not let them find you.

Them?

who was she talking about i didn't know back then before the ambulance got there

someone claiming to be family carried you off i couldn't catch up i thought

they'd gotten to you i thought you were dead that grave it was for me i thought

seven-year-old quinn died that night so i sentenced myself every wednesday for

15 years i served my time until three years ago when i saw your photo on an

underground fight monster

The teeth you'd been missing had grown in, and you had a scar over your brow.

But I knew it was you the second I saw your face.

My cue was alive.

So the calls, the gym, Rose's rent, even the beer you stocked?

Yeah. You'd forgotten everything before you turned seven.

The doctor said forcing those memories back could be dangerous, so I didn't

dare get close.

It took me three years to find a legitimate reason to bring you home.

What's behind the door?

The other half of the story.

Everything I've found in 15 years, including leads on the second car.

Don't go in tonight.

Come on.

Let's get some sleep.

This is just to keep the nightmares away.

I'm only taking a third of your bed.

Cross the line, and I'll hit you.

A third, huh?

I'm good at sticking to a deal.

She saved me.

So why is what she knows about the second car still locked behind that

door?

Why can't she tell me to my face?

Hey, I'm here. I'll get someone.

You look so much like your mother, sweetheart.

Don't blame Tevi.

Tevi? That winter, she spent three days on her knees in the rain, begging me to

use every connection I had to find you. The whole family said she was crazy. She

was just a child we'd taken in. Why go that far?

When we couldn't find you, she stopped begging.

She waited.

Waited? That will.

The staggered releases, the evaluations, the guardianship.

She drafted those clauses one by one, leaning over my bedside.

She said, Mrs. Ashford, if my little sister ever comes back, she'll need a

cape. A what? What did she say I'd need? A home.

She said a home, didn't she?

Miss Quinn, Mrs. Ashford needs to rest now. A cage? A home?

Which word did Octavia really use?

The fourth payment just came through. You saw it?

Yeah. The clever setup. This whole staggered release plan.

Every clause leads to the next.

Who came up with it?

The legal team.

They revised it ten years ago. Why the sudden interest?

Just curious.

The legal team?

And no one else?

What is it, sweetheart?

5.8 million dollars isn't enough to make you happy?

Thrilled. One step closer to settling accounts.

We got the original file on Quinn's disappearance.

There's a problem.

Someone changed the case classification on the first page.

The original record classified it as suspected kidnapping.

By the time the case was closed, it said she'd wandered off. What else?

There was a witness statement in the file.

Someone pulled the statement itself.

Only the record slug is left.

The witness details say, female, 13.

A minor registered at an orphanage.

A witness.

She wasn't a suspect. She was a witness.

She's been waiting for the evidence to come together.

Pull every transaction from my old accounts around October 15 years ago.

Wipe everything clean. Do it now!

Mickey even Mickey

The

relocation

payment the advance funding clause the Octavia clause I spent a whole year

bargaining over them

And it was all written ten years ago.

Every word.

Now that you've come in, you don't get to leave.

When I gave you the key, I figured you'd come within a week. You came in two

days.

Faster than I expected, sweetheart.

Answer me.

You wrote this 10 years ago and you didn't even know if I was alive.

When you built this cage, was it for me or would anyone have done?

Finally, that's the question I've been waiting for.

You put a price on all of this 10 years ago?

Yes. The staggered releases, the evaluations, I drafted all of it.

Was it me you wanted?

Or would anyone have done?

I went to the police when I was 13.

They said kids from orphanages lie.

So you turned around and lied to me?

At 15, I went to a lawyer.

I couldn't even tell them who I wanted to sue.

You could have told me all of this to my face.

When you first got here, you wouldn't even let me buy you a meal.

So you've been paying for things behind my back for 15 years?

I watched you.

Paid people off.

Tricked you into signing.

I own all of it.

I slept in subway stations.

Took punch after punch.

Fought like hell to stay alive. I thought I'd earned everything on my own.

You did earn it, Quinn.

Every bit of it.

But even hating you feels like you're paying for that too.

The door's open.

Everything that's been released so far is yours to keep.

You said if I walked away, I'd leave with nothing.

I won't ask for a cent back. Give that to your lawyer.

So you're finally letting me go?

I could buy your time.

I never had the right to make you stay.

Keep your ring. It's yours.

I'm taking the ledger. I don't want anything that belongs to you.

Miss, the car's ready. We can leave whenever you are.

Even when I'm leaving you still have to arrange everything and pay for it. You

don't have to take the car no strings attached Brooklyn

Keep it if you ever want to come back you won't have to wait for me to open

the door Jesus

what gutter did you crawl out of can

I still stay in my old room upstairs?

Since when have I ever charged you rent for that room?

I'm home.

Yeah. You're home.

That's all that matters.

You're not going to ask why?

Take a hot shower first.

Your gray clothes are still upstairs.

I'm never wearing anything she bought me again.

Then wear your own.

Nobody gets to choose for you.

I can make my own money.

I don't need her signature.

So she really is leaving me alone this time.

Quinn, I thought you were staying in Manhattan.

Don't mention that place.

And don't start asking questions.

Sorry, Quinn.

Want me to check if she had anyone follow you?

No.

She probably knows where I am and what I'm doing better than I do.

I can sweep downstairs, just in case.

Just remember, don't say yes to anyone for me, no matter who asks.

You're gone, but this room still smells like you.

Should we clear out Miss Quinn's things?

No. Leave her room as it is. Keep the fridge stocked, too.

But Miss Quinn has left the estate.

Should we keep stocking fresh food as usual?

Yes. Same as always. And don't change her beer brand.

Your old wraps are fraging, and you still wouldn't take the new ones.

This time I'm not bringing them to you.

You don't have to come back.

But you deserve to see what's been buried for 15 years.

A single car accident, huh?

They erased every detail about the second car.

Who sent it?

Who else?

The executor who could probably tell you what I had for breakfast.

At least you put some of the truth in your hands this time.

Just the answer?

No explanation.

What, is she waiting for me to swallow my pride and call?

Mickey kept a copy of that tape, right?

He did. The footage doesn't match the case file. We need a lawyer to compare

them. Okay.

You pick the lawyer.

In this place.

I want to go through the books.

Every last detail.

What did you find?

The landlord's a company.

Have you ever met anyone who handles the lease?

In all these years, I've only gotten bills and lease renewal emails.

The people who trashed the bar left right after a phone call.

I thought you'd called someone to settle that debt.

It wasn't me.

Not that time.

Then who have I been paying rent to all these years?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

I've spent years fighting to survive.

Now I don't even know what I've actually earned for myself.

So you're going to treat my bar like another handout from her?

I'm not.

I'm not here to take your bar from you.

And I'm not denying everything you've done.

But every page you turn makes it sound like none of what we did mattered.

I just want one place in my life that doesn't have her signature on it.

Even if she paid, she never worked a shift behind this bar.

She wasn't here when things got hard for us.

This one's on you. It always was.

Drink up. Has she eaten properly today?

We haven't had any updates on her today.

Got it.

Don't go checking on her.

A bowl of salad?

That's not enough.

Fight's over.

Quinn wins.

300 bucks. Don't take a penny of interest out of it.

I didn't.

Count it yourself.

For once, nobody messed with my pay.

You're counting 300 bucks more carefully than a million dollar deposit? I didn't

need anyone's approval to earn this, and nobody set it up to trap me.

The wraps are falling apart. I'll get you a new pair tomorrow.

No, I'll buy them myself.

Quinn, I'm not delivering anything for her.

Then let me handle it myself.

The heiress has been away from the estate for over 72 hours.

The family has declined to comment.

I've barely been gone and they've already packed on an extra day. Same

copy went out to every outlet last night. And they all got the timeline

wrong in exactly the same way. Can you tell who posted it first?

I can only trace it back to reposts. The wording matches the trust meeting

documents.

I run a bar, not a tabloid. Her private life isn't for sale.

We just want to confirm whether she's giving up her inheritance voluntarily.

They can't get their hands on my money, so they're going after Rosa's business,

forcing me back down.

You're not leaving again, are you?

Don't tell Rosa yet. I need to find somewhere I won't drag anyone else into

this. Where are you going?

Still figuring that out. Don't pick a place for me.

Even if I move, somehow she'll still be my landlord.

Is she going to sleep somewhere else tonight?

Mark this bar.

She'd walk away from millions before she'd leave this place.

I can't even make 300 bucks without you calling the shots.

Jesus, do you have to control everything?

Someone told you last night not to let me come here, too?

Yeah.

No fights today.

I'm not here to fight.

I'm here about that call from six years ago.

Didn't we already go over this on your birthday?

Today, I'm paying. So give it to me word for word. What did she say?

She said that girl's only 16.

If you take her in, take good care of her.

Take care of me or keep an eye on me?

The rent money came every month, but she only ever called once.

What else did she say?

She said the street was too dark at night.

Said it wasn't safe for you to be out here alone.

Told me never to let the gym lights go out.

So every time I came back, with nowhere else to go, the lights were on.

The door was open.

She only had one rule.

Never say a word about her to you.

So she protected me?

And made sure I'd never know she was there.

I'm telling you now, aren't I?

Because I made you tell me.

She never chose to let me know.

She sent everything.

Eleven years of rent payments.

I'm not looking.

At least you should know who's been paying it.

And then what?

I pay her back with 11 years of my life? I just want to know where every dollar

came from.

You're trying to find one thing in your life that wasn't a handout from her?

The streetlights, the rent, even my chance to get in that ring and fight.

But you took those punches yesterday.

You bled. You did the work. Her money can't take that away from you.

I'm sorry. I never meant to drag you into this.

Forget the money for now.

If you're tired, come home.

You'll always have a place here.

The chairman's personal lawyer pulled the gym lease today.

Just the gym, or did he check ownership for the whole block?

The whole block.

Everything's already been transferred, including the company registered as the

bar's landlord.

Save the search records.

And don't reach out to anyone on her behalf yet.

She told me not to make decisions for her anymore.

Still, I'm keeping this light on for her anyway.

You sold the gym?

Just the equipment and the business.

The building was never mine.

You took her money six years ago and now you're selling it to someone else to

force me out?

I've run this place for 20 years.

Can't I just take the money and retire?

Sell it to me.

This place kept me alive.

Name your price.

300 bucks.

We barely buy two chains.

Can't afford the whole setup.

Everything on this list is being moved out today.

And then what?

Once the lease transfer goes through, we're turning this place into a

warehouse.

The landlord hasn't signed off, so who's this whole show for?

She can block the lease transfer. She can't stop him from selling his

equipment. So this is the plan?

Corner her until she pays to save this place for me again?

If you want to talk terms, take it up with the buyer's lawyer.

I fought like hell for 300 bucks.

It's not even enough to keep a light on for myself.

Quinn. I found the buyer's company.

It's a newly registered shell company.

Its address is right next door to the landlord's. Same building.

What does that prove?

There are 17 units on this floor, and every one of them is registered to a

shell company.

Someone's hiding behind those companies, and they want us guessing.

Want me to keep digging?

We might run into one of her companies.

Keep digging into the buyer. Don't steer around anyone for me.

Is she still paying you?

She is, but I don't report your whereabouts anymore.

Then what do you report?

She only asks if you're eating enough.

Did you report it today?

Not yet.

Do it now.

A plate of pasta.

That's hardly enough to keep you going.

Is there any meat in it?

Got it.

I'm not bringing these to you, sweetheart.

I'll wait for you to come back for them.

They're only selling the gym's equipment.

And you, the landlord, are you going to pick up the tab for her again?

I have to sign off on the lease transfer.

You can take the equipment, but you can't move the building.

The lawyers want a meeting tomorrow.

The board wants to know who you're really paying for.

Handle the deal through the proper channels. My sister is not something you

get to trade. She barely left the estate and you're already misusing company

funds for her? The board won't let that slide.

Audit the books all you want.

Just don't use her name to make up evidence.

At least you left this behind.

Today, I'm not looking into anyone else. I'm looking into you.

I've never touched your accounts.

That's not what I'm asking.

How much have you told her about me?

Everywhere you went, everyone you met, every time you got hurt, I reported all

of it. What about when I was changing?

Sleeping? There were no cameras. I only reported what I saw with my own eyes.

When you handed me water, were you picking which injuries to put in your

report? Which ones would get you paid?

At first, I thought I was helping you. After a while, I just couldn't give up

the money. I wanted the money.

See? That's more honest than I did it for your sake.

Stop the transfers, give me every report, and delete your own copies.

I will. I won't even tell her what you eat anymore. The food updates can stay,

but from now on, I decide what you tell her. You only pass it on.

Quinn, you sure about this? Yeah. This time, I'm choosing it. Nobody arranged

it for me. Nobody's handing it to me as a favor.

You cut off her informant, then left her a way to reach you?

It's just one message.

Half a chicken sandwich?

What are you afraid she'll hear?

I'm not that fragile.

She doesn't need to hear my voice.

I'm done eating.

Now it's time to deal with the people trying to buy up my last place to turn

to.

Mrs. Ashford, will you confirm the lease transfer for the landlord? No.

Send me the list of equipment you're allowed to remove.

Sign a statement about your personal expenses, and we can hold off on moving

the equipment.

Since when does a business transfer require me to say who pays my rent?

We need to know who has a financial interest here. No one's forcing you to

sign. Put that in the email, along with everything you want me to sign.

You're actually waiting for their email?

I wanted it in writing.

Taking apart the gym was bait to get me on the phone.

That's enough for tonight. Get some sleep, Quinn. You're wearing yourself

out.

More rent records the bank sent it straight to me. She signed a release so

I could see the records which account the trust Her personal savings account

it has nothing to do with the trust 15 years and she never took a penny out $20

a month starting when I was 13 later It went up to 200 every single month

without fail your names on it as the person she meant to give it to She never

signed it. The money stayed in her name. She never held this over my head. She

left a note, too.

This money won't come out of your inheritance.

You don't have to sign a thing.

There's more.

I see it.

I meant to give it to you when you left.

But I could never bring myself to get ready for that day.

You miss her.

That's okay.

It doesn't mean you have to forgive everything she did.

I know.

This was kind of her. It doesn't erase years of control or all the times she

made me feel like a charity case.

You can accept the good and still remember the hurt.

Don't punish yourself for missing her, too.

Sweetheart, from now on, you set the rules.

Now you're telling me to eat, too.

Quinn submitted this herself

Quinn

didn't sign this and you sent it as if she had This Quinn knew about the

declaration ask her yourself knowing about it isn't agreeing to it Send the

least matter to our legal team and don't use Quinn to pressure me into signing

I didn't sign that statement.

I never agreed to it.

I know.

Your signature isn't on it.

They called me directly. I talked to them.

Talking to them doesn't mean you said yes.

Aren't you curious what they offered to get me on their side?

Do you want to tell me?

You never used to ask.

You just decide for me.

I was wrong.

Now you tell me as much or as little as you want.

They offered me the gym.

I said no.

Okay.

Let's have the lawyers keep a copy of that email.

What if I change my mind?

You don't owe me a promise.

And you don't have to give up your freedom to prove you're on my side.

I saw the savings records.

All 15 years.

If you need anything else from the bank, ask them directly. I'll cooperate.

Don't use that money to buy the gym all over again. I'm not paying for a trap

someone else set.

Your call.

We'll go by the contract.

Are you in my room right now?

No, I'm outside your room.

Your hoodie's here, though.

The gray one?

Yeah.

The collar still curls at the edge, just like you left it.

Don't throw it away. I'm going to wear it again.

Sounds like someone's going to have to pick up that hoodie herself.

I'm going back to set terms, not to owe her all over again.

Sure. So how many of your clothes are you bringing back this time?

See you tonight. Don't send a car.

Want me to stop you?

No.

Going back doesn't mean I've forgiven her.

You can change your mind whenever you want.

I know.

This time, it's my choice.

Then quit looking like you're about to take a punch.

Tonight, I'm the one setting the terms and making the rules.

You're not charging admission, are you? Come in. No bill waiting for you.

Did you eat?

Chicken and rice.

You kept these for me?

You never told me to get rid of them. I didn't want to decide for you.

The money is one thing. You and me, that's another.

Okay. I'm listening.

Tell me what you want.

Resume the evaluation.

What's already been paid stays mine. Review the remaining installments under

the original terms.

An independent lawyer can review them. You pick the lawyer.

You can't stop my payments just because I won't keep you company.

Write it down.

Spending time with me is no longer a condition for payment.

Second if you want to know something about me ask me no more getting reports

from other people Not even what you eat every day

You can ask me yourself and tell me where

you're going to don't leave me guessing I'll tell you where I'm going and you

don't have to answer if you don't want to

Third You can give me

advice about my life, but you don't get to make the decisions.

Okay? The decision is yours.

You said yes awfully fast.

I'm afraid if I wait even a second, you'll pick up your bag and leave.

Don't decide I'm leaving before I do. Sign it.

We'll face it together.

No more hiding things from me.

No more choosing what I get to see.

We'll face it together.

No more hiding things.

This isn't a deal. It's not me paying you back.

I'm holding your hand because I want to.

Who's there?

Don't move. I'll handle it.

Dad sent me to get some documents.

Are you mad that I interrupted your little affair?

Documents are stored downstairs.

This is a private area you have no business barking in.

What did you photograph?

Explain yourself.

The executor holding hands with the beneficiary.

What else is there to explain for a scene so intimate?

I was the one who reached for her hand.

Don't cut that part out and twist the story.

She gave you money first, then sold you tenderness?

What a beautiful strategy.

I'm taking back what was always mine.

Why should that mean I'm not allowed to fall for her, too?

The directors may not buy that story.

Delete the photo.

Come in here again and I'll call the police.

I'll give the photo to Alistair.

Why didn't you stop me just now?

You told me not to move.

You're learning.

One more clause.

Every payment gets reviewed by an independent trustee.

You don't trust the accounts and figures I've approved?

I just want you to know, when I took your hand just now, I wasn't collecting

a debt or making a deal.

Darling, you can't sign with a spoon.

Don't submit this part to the committee, too.

Here, your clothes.

You wore them?

No I didn't.

This time, you don't have to wait for me on the other side of the door.

Preston sent it?

It triggered a conflict of interest review.

My authority has been suspended.

I can't participate in reviewing your next payment.

We just signed the independent review terms last night, and we have to use

them to keep him in check already.

We have to submit a statement today.

We each need to explain our side of the story. Too bad they didn't catch you

fumbling around with that coffee spoon, trying to hide how flustered you were.

If they had, it would have been even harder to explain.

Ask me.

Let's rehearse so I don't end up cursing him in the hearing.

Why did you come back this time?

To resume the evaluation, get my money, and work with you to uncover the truth

about the old case.

People are saying the physical contact between us was part of the deal.

That you had to get close to me to keep getting paid?

Being your date?

Horseback riding?

You always found a way to put a price on everything.

I was wrong.

I blurred every boundary back then. I agreed to accompany you to those events.

That didn't mean you could touch me whenever you wanted.

You're right.

From now on, I'll ask first and make sure I have your consent.

Is that for the people conducting the review?

I'm saying it sincerely to you.

And if you say no, it won't affect your payments.

Holding my hand last night wasn't part of any deal.

Don't let them spin it as charity or some way to keep me happy.

I won't let anyone twist what it meant to you.

Don't tug. You'll tear it.

Can I help you untangle it?

That's the kind of boundary I mean.

I've organized the old case files.

Should I bring them to Rose's tomorrow night?

Bring them over, clear the rooftop, and make sure no one disturbs us that night.

Come back to Brooklyn with me tomorrow night.

It isn't part of our arrangement and there's no payment.

Then what is it?

I'm asking you out.

I'm asking you out. Do I need to send an email to do that?

No. I just wanted to know when.

Tomorrow at 7.

No fancy restaurant, no car, and don't clear the place out.

Then what am I allowed to bring?

Just yourself.

And you lose points if you're late.

I thought you meant I wasn't being graded.

She got here 12 whole minutes early. I almost charged her a waiting fee. Charge

her next time. She can afford it.

Does that mean there'll be plenty of next times?

Give me the files, Mickey. You can head out.

I haven't even told you which files I copied.

Files can wait till tomorrow.

Tonight, my ice bucket needs you.

Aren't we looking at the files first?

The files can wait till tomorrow.

I asked you out tonight, not the case.

Then tonight, I'm not here as your executor.

I'm here as me.

That night in the car, you lied to me.

You said I was asleep.

You weren't.

I shouldn't have crossed the line and kissed you, and I shouldn't have lied.

Tonight isn't repayment, and it doesn't erase what happened that night.

I know.

You don't have to make excuses for me.

I'm completely sober tonight.

I asked you out.

I want to be close to you.

Can I kiss you?

Yeah.

Don't panic.

You don't have to keep waiting for me to change my mind.

I'm not used to this.

Getting something so good without having to give you anything in return.

Just be honest about how you feel.

And stop keeping score of what we owe each other.

Then I'll learn, one step by a time.

I want to love you right.

The committee sent the notice early.

I saw it.

But that can wait.

Let's finish our date.

If they ask about us at tomorrow's hearing, what do you want me to say?

I want your honest answer.

Not something a lawyer wrote for you.

I want to be with you.

I'm just scared to say it out loud.

Say how you feel. I'll answer for myself.

Choosing to be with you doesn't erase what you did to me.

I know.

I'll answer for those arrangements.

Good. Not bad for a first date.

Start holding hands just in time for your next payment. Convenient, isn't it?

The photo doesn't show the terms I changed. The attachments do.

My dear, you can't tell the difference between being loved and being

controlled.

You don't care about my boundaries.

You want control of my payments and me.

Was private time with you ever a condition of payment?

I blurred those boundaries. I accept the review.

The independent trustee will review all future distributions.

I'm recusing myself.

I won't take part in any of those decisions.

So you're admitting you're unfit to serve as executor.

Acknowledging a conflict of interest doesn't mean we've decided to remove

her.

Once she's suspended as executor and your funds are cut off, would you still

choose to stay with her?

You don't get to use my money to test my feelings for her.

I choose to be with her, but she doesn't get to make decisions about my money on

her own.

We'll document her romantic intentions and the financial review separately.

The next payment will be independently reviewed from start to finish.

Money already paid to you will not be affected.

The other issues remain under investigation.

Thank you for not denying what's between us just to protect yourself.

Don't thank me yet.

You still have to make sure my payment requests go in on time.

Of course.

Don't hang up. I have a lead on who sent the drugs.

They're sending me away tonight.

Want protection?

Call the police.

Don't use what happened to me as a bargaining chip again.

Octavia's listening, too. Tell us what you've got.

I kept the card, the original envelope, and the flight confirmation.

My father's making me leave tonight.

Did Alistair sign the card?

No, but I still have the shipping receipt.

Bring it all. Meet me at Rose's bar in 30 minutes.

Is Octavia coming, too?

Let's be clear.

You're asking me for help.

You don't have to put yourself through this just to get answers about the case.

I'll take her evidence.

That doesn't mean I forgive her.

Come with me.

But let me do the talking first.

Okay. I'll follow your lead.

Octavia, I didn't know it would go this far.

I'm the one you gave that drink to.

I'm the one you owe an explanation and an apology to.

I just wanted the reporters to catch you embarrassing yourself.

You wanted to humiliate me so Octavia would think bringing me home was a

mistake and I wasn't worth it, right?

Yes.

You drugged me.

Don't downplay it as just trying to embarrass me. Put the bag down.

I know.

Anything I say now sounds disgusting.

Then stop trying to make it sound better. Write down what happened.

I'll cooperate.

Can you get her to restore my family's credit lines? No.

Evidence doesn't buy you immunity.

Or my forgiveness.

I can't go home.

Dad will put me on a plane.

You're an adult.

You can say no.

I can help you find a lawyer and somewhere to stay.

We'll put the costs in writing, and your father won't get the address.

She never let anyone interfere with her decisions before.

We're talking about what you did, not Octavia's habits.

Your hand's been shaking the whole time. I'm pissed not falling apart.

And now?

Do you need me?

Just stay with me for five minutes.

There's one last step.

Find out who placed the order.

This account has handled orders from multiple clients.

We can't directly attribute it to him.

Preserve the records first.

Find out who placed the order and who paid.

I can check the public records. I'll ask you before accessing anything else.

Start there.

Don't access anyone's email without permission.

Got it.

Whatever I find, I'll give you exactly as it is.

Veronica has no credibility left. She can make up any story she wants.

Then why are you in such a hurry to call me?

Come to the family lunch tomorrow at 1. Come here the other side.

Fine. Send the address.

I decide who comes with me.

Were you just about to turn him down for me?

I wanted to, but it's your decision.

I'm not going back to play his game.

He doesn't get to push me around and see what I'll take.

You haven't said much since we left the bar.

I've been trying to find the right words. I don't want my concern to sound

like another order.

Try me.

Say it.

I don't want you to go.

He already knows we spoke to Veronica.

I know.

He's testing me.

He's not making peace.

He won't admit he sent the drugs just because you ask. I'm not going to ask

about the drugs.

I'll make him think all I care about is getting my money as soon as possible.

I won't go through his drawers or be alone with him.

If it gets to be too much, I'll leave.

Let me stay close.

Call me whenever you need me.

You can end the meeting at any time.

Okay. Just don't send someone in to top off my water every five minutes.

I'll resist.

You didn't hang up for me today, or decide for me.

I noticed.

Does that mean I passed?

A kiss is not a reward.

If you want one, just say so.

I want to kiss you.

Not because I behaved today.

That's what I want.

The same person handles both. The lawyers can use that to trace the

orders. That connects the two.

The lawyers can follow the orders and the payments.

New location, new trap.

Let's work this out.

Looks like you can't even have a meal without your executor. I invited her.

You don't get to change my guest list.

Sit here so she doesn't answer for you Still arranging my position for me like

when you snuck in to photograph us holding hands enough.

We're discussing the trust today Your relationship has changed we should

revisit the payments already approved Who requested the review who'd benefit

if the payments are suspended

We need to verify the new complaint. The next payment is on hold for 30 days. Put

the scope and grounds for that hold in writing.

Let me do the asking.

What about the money already paid to me?

You keep it.

You can also request a review of the grounds for this hold.

See?

Even now, she's still controlling your every move.

Have a sip.

Let them get it on camera.

Our choices have always been voluntary.

A photo doesn't change the terms of payment.

This company's manager is also authorized to sign for your family

office. Where'd you get that?

Public records.

Which of their orders would you like to explain?

He's got that phone out again. Let's give him something to photograph.

Do you want to kiss me or just annoy him?

Both. But say no and I'll let go.

I want you, sweetheart.

Did he get that?

He did.

So I'm your prop tonight?

Tonight, yes.

Tomorrow?

Depends how you behave.

I have the photos you want, but I'm not doing anything for you anymore.

You heard me.

I'm done.

That bit about how you behave?

I take it back.

You don't have to make me feel better.

I know I was playing along.

I just said a kiss isn't a reward.

I don't get to put a price on it either.

Then what was that kiss?

I wanted to piss Preston off.

But when we kissed, I wasn't thinking about him.

I know.

You closed your eyes.

Then why ask about tomorrow?

Because I want tomorrow too.

Not just the times we're putting on a show

That

was Alistair

he wants the original photos of you kissing You said yes

again

I said no, but he's got leverage on me.

What's he offering this time?

Keep working for him, and he'll get my father to cancel that flight.

He corners you, then offers to let you out. Same old trick.

Keep the phone.

Let the lawyer have it.

Don't delete anything or send another reply.

Tomorrow, yes.

Tonight, let's go home.

No more shows for their benefit.

We've met the fifth stage conditions.

There's no basis to withhold payment.

The 30-day hold is lifted.

The investigation isn't over.

Who approved this payment?

I did. The custodial bank will send it. Miss Ashford has recused herself.

Send me the decision lifting the hold. I want it on file.

It's your money.

No private favors attached.

Finally. No horseback ride owed.

The rest has to wait until Evelyn's estate is settled through the legal

process.

If I didn't need this money, would you still ask me to dinner?

What would we have left?

Yes. Dinner has nothing to do with the money.

You can say yes.

You can say no.

No house. No shares.

No car thrown in.

Just dinner.

You choose the restaurant, sweetheart.

We're on our way.

The main house isn't far. We can walk.

Okay. Come with me.

Come here.

I still know who you are.

We're both here. Take your time.

The original will goes to the lawyer. There's another file. Nothing to do with

the inheritance.

Or the money.

The car accident?

More than that. Every witness statement I kept after it happened. You told me

the originals were lost.

I buried the evidence.

I had your kidnapping recorded as you going missing. I knew the truth all

along. When you decided to protect this family, did I count as part of it?

No. I shut you out. I sacrificed you. You knew I was looking all those years,

and you still kept quiet?

Don't stop to protect my name or the family's. Find out everything.

I won't stop.

The lawyers will check every page.

The signing was witnessed.

Each attachment has been authenticated. The court still needs to verify them.

A copy for each of us.

Keep the original separate.

Don't risk losing everything together.

You're braver than I was.

You can face it.

It's not courage.

I've already spent years paying the price for all of you.

Mrs. Ashford passed away at 11 17 p.m. I'm sorry for your loss Can

I hold you

She lied to me my whole life

and I still can't let her go I still want her back. I know you don't have to

choose between hating her and missing her

I Can't get

this cufflink undone

Don't go back next door tonight.

Stay with me.

Okay.

I'll stay with you.

This was paid three days before the crash.

Who got the money?

Three days before the crash.

This money came out of the trust's reserve account.

Alistair approved payments back then. We still need to check the signature.

We still need evidence that he knew the statements had been altered.

The originals are out for authentication.

The lawyers will check the handover records.

You can touch me.

You don't have to pull back every time.

I'm trying to remember that you don't just have to take what happens anymore.

You get to change how this ends.

Does that answer put you at ease?

The originals were loaded into the car.

Every item was checked.

But the lawyers haven't received them.

Where's the driver? What about the security escort?

We can't reach any of them.

And 12 minutes are missing from the front hall footage.

Reserve the logs.

Notify the police.

Confirm their last known location.

Someone opened the safe and went through the copies.

The inventory's still there. They knew the transport plan.

This was planned.

Bring the copies.

Let's check the front hall.

We stopped the car two miles from here.

The assistant got away.

The lawyers heard.

They've taken him to the hospital.

Were the originals taken?

No need to guess.

I have the originals. You don't own those documents.

They were being held for safekeeping. Hand them over.

The old hag is finally dead.

The board takes it from here.

You can take the paper, but you can't take away what she said.

Copies? Wait till the court asks who pressured her to sign. Nine tomorrow

morning. The bank gets our application to freeze the funds and recover the

payments. Your signature as chair is in the court order.

Want the originals back?

Sign this agreement to step down.

Let the bank review it.

You don't get Octavia's job in exchange for my money.

Quinn, you don't have to risk everything for me.

The assets are still in my name.

Don't give them both our cards.

Tomorrow morning, we'll see who gets the final say.

The lawyers have applied for a stay.

It may buy us 48 hours. No more. Then don't spend all 48 standing there on the

phone, carrying this alone. I'm fine. I'm not tired. Your shoulders are

shaking. Sit down.

You put my name on it, too?

You get to fight these bogus claims.

I get to protect what's mine.

Your signature goes into the case file. They'll still be able to pull it out ten

years from now.

Let them.

They'll see we're on the same side.

All those contracts I've signed, and now I don't know what I'm supposed to pay.

Just your signature.

Then breakfast with me.

The disputed funds stay untouched while the application is reviewed.

48 hours.

A delay isn't a demissal.

Don't celebrate yet.

Perfect. You can explain this transfer.

First, let's see who still has the authority to sign for you.

The estate is now being administered.

It's time to settle the dispute over her appointment.

Reviewing my appointment doesn't put you in charge of the money.

Get her suspended?

Put yourself in her place? That's the plan? She can step down.

Save herself an embarrassing vote.

Then vote.

She isn't giving you her seat.

Quinn, we need to know what risks the procedure puts us up against.

We'll check, but I won't concede for you before we've even thought.

The suspension vote is in 48 hours.

Any replacement will be reviewed separately.

Two days.

You won't find enough evidence to fight this.

You already know exactly which pages I am missing, don't you?

We need someone authorized to take over.

Otherwise the next payment gets stuck too.

Then have him confirm in writing that my rights as a beneficiary still stand.

Before he touches my money, he can put his name under the fact that it's mine.

Where's your executor?

Finally letting you out alone?

She's in the car.

Save the tea for yourself.

Withdraw your request for the board to reopen the old case. I'll withdraw my

freeze application within three hours. Your application only. The lawyer's

investigation and the court proceedings stay out of this. It's in black and

white. We follow the terms as written. Send confirmation to the bank. A copy to

me, too.

Much more sensible than the prickly girl who first walked in here.

You leave an old photograph out to test me? That's your idea of sensible?

You recognize this ring?

I recognize torn paper.

What do you want in exchange this time?

Ask Octavia why she's worn it for 15 years.

Your mother read every line before she signed, too, just like you did.

How do you know what she did before signing?

There are a lot of family documents.

You find all kinds of things in the old files.

Then I'll keep looking.

Don't destroy anything before I get there.

What did he pressure you to sign?

I withdrew the request before the board. Nothing else.

He thought he was shutting it all down.

You let him close the wrong door.

You can praise me too, you know. Not just check my homework.

Why look away? You were staring a second ago.

One hour and forty minutes.

I was afraid you wouldn't make it out.

I'm here.

In one piece.

And I brought the paperwork.

He had half the clipping.

Used the ring to test me.

What did he ask?

He remembers my mother reading before she signed. I recorded that, too.

Keep the original recording.

Don't edit it. Let the lawyers check it with the other evidence.

They're clearing out the old files.

Destroying them. That clipping wasn't out by chance.

Have the lawyers send a preservation notice. We need to stop that

destruction.

Leave the door open.

Which boxes just went out?

The ones from the old case.

We've told them to stop loading.

The 817 retrieval order.

Who signed it?

I just drive the truck.

The name is on the way, Bill.

Put on gloves.

Don't touch the originals.

You carry archive gloves around, too?

For years.

In case this day came.

Now I can give them to you.

The October case?

Someone went through those boxes 15 days ago.

The seal's broken.

Someone's already been in here.

They took files out 15 years ago. Now they're coming for what's left. I

handled that first request myself.

I knew it was wrong. I couldn't stop it.

Will you write down what happened?

What you handled back then?

Carbon copies of the access log.

Names, times, page counts. It's all there.

Two days ago, three more pages of body identification records taken out. Your

mother's records.

The lawyers need to trace who requested them.

Mark's on the back.

One of them looks like a Q.

Don't trace over it. Leave it as it is. Let the experts examine it.

This is your handwriting.

I recognize it.

My handwriting was terrible back then.

Your handwriting?

Your history?

You should keep it. You checked these boxes 15 days ago. Now you finally

brought her.

You were here and didn't tell me?

I came to see if anyone had disturbed the boxes. I was wrong. I should have

told you.

Don't go digging in secret again, or I'll carry it all alone.

The originals stay here.

No moving them without authorization.

The lawyers will follow up.

Put my name on the next request, too. This is my family.

Okay. You sign this time. You get to see it through.

The lawyers have her signed statement.

We need to find whoever took those files.

A custodian's handwritten carbon copy?

What does that prove?

Enough to investigate further.

Today, we're reviewing the suspension motion.

This concerns my appointment.

I'll recuse myself from the vote.

Finally learning to give up your seat.

Not so fast.

Suspend her if you must, but you don't use the vacancy to get your hands on my

assets. And you think you can decide what the board does?

I am requesting that the independent trustee keep handling distributions, not

you.

The current independent review process meets the requirements.

It can continue.

She leaves and you hide the key somewhere else. At least it isn't in the

pocket of someone who stands to gain.

The suspension takes effect now.

The current distribution process continues without interruption.

Congratulations.

Every signature, every bit of pressure, all yours now.

You didn't get my money.

Save the congratulations.

All that protection, and she still lost her title. You don't even have a seat at

the table.

Worry about that.

Breakfast at 8 tomorrow.

No rushing off to a 7 a.m. meeting.

An empty schedule, and your money doesn't need my signature anymore.

I fought for this.

Don't help him turn your suspension into a breakup All these years I've had a

contract to fall back on now. I don't know what I can give you start with your

hand

Am

I going to be more trouble without the job honey you've always been trouble.

I'm still not letting go

The board secretary had pulled the four extra guards. They say it is to help the

investigation. Keep that order. I'll have private security cover the gap.

I'm going to leave a copy with Rosa.

I'll send you the route. Stay on the line.

Damn it!

Dad invited you to the old house for tea.

Two cars to block the road? What, afraid I'll skip tea?

Hold her down. Keep away from her face.

An invitation with ropes.

Nice manners.

Be sure to show the court how you treat your guests.

Simple.

Give up your inheritance.

Then sign a statement accusing Octavia.

So she's the price of your little tea party.

Your mother's belongings.

Enough money to start over. You'll never have to throw another punch.

Maybe we can talk.

Show me the evidence first.

You want to lie, give me something to work with.

It's all in the photos.

How she used her authority to touch you, used her money to keep you.

I've said she crossed the line. That doesn't mean I'll invent charges for

you.

Ungrateful bitch.

Won't cooperate?

Sit here till you change your mind.

Tied to a chair till I sign?

That's your idea of freedom?

Sign like a good girl, and nobody has to keep you here.

Stop her!

Who tied you up? Who hurt you?

Preston. Alistair is upstairs.

Are the police here yet?

They're coming.

Your emergency alert came through and I followed your shared route straight

here. Then we wait.

Don't give him a story about you storming the house with your men.

Look what they did to your wrists.

I'm okay.

You can touch me.

I got out.

I'm sorry. I should have replaced those guards sooner. They kidnapped me. They

tried to frame you. That's on them. Not you for failing to see it coming.

Forty minutes.

Pick the lock myself. Put Preston on the floor too.

Sweetheart, I know what you can do. I'm still scared.

Forty-one minutes recorded.

Police first.

Then the board gets to hear it.

Tonight, we make them answer for it. With evidence.

She broke into the old house.

attacked a family member, and she still deserves an inheritance?

The police took evidence last night. A different room doesn't get you a

different story.

Give up your inheritance, then sign a statement accusing Octavia.

Who obtained that illegally?

You think you can convict me with it? Admissibility is for the court to

decide. We're reviewing your conduct in office.

You say I went willingly.

Why tie my hands?

One negotiation doesn't make me responsible for what happened 15 years

ago. The originals were intercepted. The copies we stored separately are intact.

So are the witness records.

I received witness statements.

I knew the kidnapping had been recorded as her going missing. She was dying!

She was confused!

You put those words in her mouth!

You're free to challenge it.

Calling her confused doesn't erase the record.

Then explain the money transferred three days before the crash.

I just wanted her to sign that day.

She shouldn't have taken you out on the road.

Record that.

Send it to the police with the original audio of this meeting.

No!

That's not what I meant.

She didn't need to leave the house.

Under the emergency resolution, your voting rights are suspended.

These materials will be handed over for investigation.

Bitch. Your mother died and you sat in that car crying for four hours.

How do you know it was four hours?

Explain that to the police too.

Let's go outside and get some air.

Bring the files.

Don't leave a single one behind.

You haven't said a word since we came back.

You've heard enough today.

Been through enough.

I didn't want one more question to wear you out.

Then ask what I need now.

Don't answer for me.

Don't keep it all to yourself for my sake.

Can I change the dressing?

I'm not done asking about the ring.

Tomorrow?

Tonight, I just want to be here with you.

Okay. A night off isn't dropping it.

What do you want tonight?

No keeping score.

No trying to make it up to me.

I just want you.

Alistair and Preston have been detained. The old case is under investigation

again.

So they aren't just calling my mother's death a one-car accident anymore?

The police are looking at the second car, the payments and the statements

together to establish what happened.

Do you need a moment?

No.

Tell me the rest.

Your right to inherit is unchanged.

Distribution review has resumed. That doesn't mean the final payment is today.

Give me that in writing.

Nobody uses my money against Octavia again.

One half was seized from Alistair. You submitted the other.

That hand with the ring.

It's smaller than I thought.

The fold hid the arm.

It isn't your mother's hand.

It's mine?

Let's enlarge it and check the proportions before we decide.

But you knew.

Whose ring it was.

Who was in the photo.

You knew all along.

From Veronica.

The lawyers have arranged for her to assist the investigation remotely.

She's agreed to testify.

And to answer for the drugs.

The lawyers have her address.

She agreed to the cost herself.

She even asks me to take care of you? For her?

You don't have to do that for her.

Of course not.

You are in a bag she left in storage.

Eight tomorrow morning. Come to my mother's grave with me.

I've gone without telling you.

Many times.

I never knew if you'd want me there with your family.

I'm asking you now.

Come with me.

Don't decide I'll change my mind tomorrow.

Beside me.

You don't have to be my bodyguard.

Your headache?

Let's go back to the car.

No.

I'm seeing a road.

Rain.

Are you scared I'll remember more?

I'm scared it'll hurt you again.

Not that you'll know.

Mom, I'm sorry it took me so long.

I'm not giving up on the case.

Don't step back.

There's something you need to tell me today.

The ring, isn't it?

That little hand in the photo was mine. The ring was mine, wasn't it?

Yes.

I didn't buy it.

I asked what it was worth.

You wouldn't let me ask again.

I was afraid that once I started, I'd have to tell you everything about that

day.

I remember the steps.

Someone was sitting there with me.

You don't have to force yourself to remember.

I'm not.

I want to hear the rest.

After the accident, they took you to the hospital.

You weren't there long before someone took you away again.

Were you there? By my bed?

I was crouched beside you. I couldn't stop crying.

When you woke up, you asked me to hold out my hand.

Don't cry.

Here. Thank you for saving me.

Stay with me forever.

Pinky promise.

I reached for you first.

I asked you to stay.

And I didn't keep that promise.

For years, this ring...

Your promise was what kept me going.

Then I used that obsession as an excuse to get close to you.

I'm sorry.

Then let me say it again.

Octavia, stay with me.

Forever.

You heard me, Mom.

This time, it's my choice.

When you were 15, looking for a lawyer, were you wearing it then?

They said I was using a dead child's ring to get people to help me.

Well, I'm alive, and I can negotiate with lawyers myself now.

I've seen you do it.

You're tougher than I ever was.

I'll wait. You don't have to answer today.

Answer what?

Do you still want that job?

Think about more than my money. You can't build your whole life around me. I

want to go back to the board, but not to sign things for you.

Your final payment hasn't cleared yet. I'll stay until it does, and we can talk

about what I want.

Good. I'll collect every cent I'm owed and get the answers I need. But your

place in my life?

That's ours to decide.

The main estate is now in your name, in full.

All installments have been paid.

No more evaluations?

No new conditions to sign?

None. All restrictions have been lifted. The assets are yours to use as you

choose.

You can go anywhere now.

Live however you want.

Even if I don't take you?

Yes.

These are for you.

You decide whether to accept them.

The distribution's just ended.

And now you're leaving the company? I no longer oversee her distributions. My

leaving won't affect her money.

I finally get my money, and you're already writing yourself out of my life?

I'm not rushing to leave. I just don't want you to think you owe me anything.

I have a proposal.

No resignation.

Keep your shares.

You're nominating her as co-CEO? Put it to a vote under the bylaws.

Our relationship isn't an appointment process.

Not because of the ring?

Not to pay me back?

I need someone who knows how to run things.

But more than that, I want you beside me.

I want us to build something together.

There's no fixed term, but the legal process for stepping down still applies.

In private, I'd call us partners for life.

Any objections?

What if you regret this tomorrow?

That's my choice too right now. I'm asking you are you in?

I'm in and this time it's not because the will tells me to be

It's

all paid out no more installments, so when are you coming back?

This weekend

I'm bringing someone.

Make enough for two.

The one who's been quietly helping you all these years?

That's her.

From now on, make it two.

At your table, and in my life.

What goes on the next line?

After dinner this weekend, come to the West Wing with me.

We've got something to burn.

Are you ready to let it go?

We can burn the ledger, not erase what happened.

Then what do we keep track of now?

Nothing.

If you wanna stay, stay.

If you wanna hold my hand, just say so.

Here to spend time with her? Or settle accounts and buy yourself another win?

Just lunch with her.

I'll pay whatever you charge.

She even got exact change yesterday.

Counted the tip three times.

Oh, honey, stop counting. You gave me two dollars too much. Here's your

change.

Thank you.

I'll get it right next time.

Eat first.

Your sandwich doesn't need the board's approval.

Quinn, the lawyers have all the files now.

For sorting the files.

What we agreed on.

I still owe you an explanation for what I did.

You did the work.

You get paid.

Trust takes longer.

And no more reporting on me to anyone.

Now that you've got all your money, are you moving back in?

I'll split my time.

She's got to learn to ride the subway with me.

I know how.

This time I'll buy a ticket.

Not a say in where you go.

Good.

After we eat, I'll take you to my other home.

From now on, we choose what goes on the walls.

Together.

No more secret photos.

No more files you don't know about.

You've had this since Brooklyn. You really want to burn it?

The lawyers have the evidence.

This is just the ledger I use to punish myself.

What you give me doesn't become a debt.

And what I give you isn't repayment.

Without it, will you still remember what I did wrong?

Yes.

So we don't do it again.

Burning this doesn't mean it never happened.

You're locking the door this time?

No visitors on date night.

If you want to leave, the key's right here.

What are we signing, sweetheart?

A new agreement.

Read it. Don't just take my word for it.

No penalties?

No executor? Just us.

For life.

And every day we choose it for ourselves.

Deal. My choice today.

I want to kiss you. I want you.

All that fighting was to survive.

To get back what was mine.

But staying here with you, that's my choice.

8 tomorrow morning.

Subway with me.

Breakfast at Rosa's.