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- I didn't pay
$10 grand to be here

and not meet Phillip Lauder.

Set it up.

- Thank you.

Hi. Bev Wallach checking in.

Yes, hi. I'm calling
from VisTech

to set up a meeting with
our CEO Bev Wallach,

with Mr. Phillip Lauder.

Just a brief meeting?

Thank you.

- I'm going to take a shower.

Unpack me.

- Allison Connor again,
for Bev Wallach.

Well, does Mr. Lauder
have anything?

Completely booked.

- I am not happy.

- Non-fat, no sugar.

- I'm heading to the conference.

Hold down the fort.

- On your left.

- On your right!

My God!

That was some run.

You're in good shape.

- You too.

- Yeah, but you won.

- I didn't know
it was a competition.

- OK, then I won.

Woo! You got a name?

- Allison.

- Great views up here, Allison.

- You haven't looked down once.

- Yeah.

- Ready for more or you still
catching your breath?

- Bring it on.

I'm gonna wipe that gorgeous
smile off your face.

Why aren't you
at the conference?

- My boss is.

I am busy fielding calls

and trying to set up a
meeting with Phillip Lauder.

Can't you tell?

- Interesting way of working.

- I took one look at those
trails and that was it.

- Don't you want to learn
everything there is to know

about new technology?

- Not really. I just
want it to work.

- I'm a complete Luddite myself.

You've got a little ketchup...

- Thanks.

- Yeah, you got it.

- I don't even know your name.

- It's Paul.

So, what makes you so sure your
boss won't check in on you?

- She's too busy trying to
get her meeting with Lauder.

Like that'll happen.

- Why wouldn't it?

- If you had a billion dollars,
would you waste your time?

- You have something
against money?

- Well, I wouldn't
know from experience.

I still don't know
anything about you.

- Well, that's the idea.

- Come on, Paul. Tell me your
deepest, darkest secrets.

- I'm sure yours are far
more interesting than mine.

They found me.

OK, well, I guess
this is goodbye.

- So, you're a wanted man?
- Yeah.

Escaped lunatic.

- No. That's OK.

Winner pays, right?

- Great.

- You can get the next one?

- You're on.

- "Mr. Phillip Lauder
requests the company

of Ms. Beverley Wallach
and Ms. Allison Connor

for dinner tonight at 6pm
in the main dining room."

Good going.

- Thank you.

- You should have
brought your own dress.

- Maybe I shouldn't go.

- No. Your name is on the
invitation, so you're going.

Either Lauder's being polite

or his people don't realize
you're just an assistant.

Just keep quiet and smile.

No, I'm serious.

And whatever you do, don't
mention Mr. Lauder's wife.

- Why? What about his...
- No.

- May I?

Thanks.

- You're Allison
and you're Beverley.

- Mr. Lauder.

- Houston Edwards.

You'll find me two steps behind
Phillip and to his right.

- Sweetie, everyone knows
this man's the business sense

behind Cobalt.

- That means I sign checks
and smoke cigars.

Phillip is the visionary.

- Hi. Phillip Lauder.

- Bev Wallach.
It's a pleasure.

My assistant, Allison Connor.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Like any hi-tech
entrepreneur, you...

both you guys are my demi-gods.

I mean, there's Bill G., but
everyone's gunning for him.

- They'd be gunning for me too

if they could pick
me out of a crowd.

I know nothing about wine.

But it's the only way I
can get him to fill my glass.

- So, are you enjoying
the conference?

- Well, I had a fantastic
lunch meeting.

How about you?

Allison, isn't it?

- Well, it's so beautiful here.

It's too bad anyone has to work.

- What she means is,

you chose a fabulous
place for a conference.

- I don't know.

Seems to me she's saying
we picked a lousy place.

- No, I was just...

- Ooh!

I wouldn't worry about that.

That dress doesn't
do you justice.

- Allison?

What time is it?

'Cause you have those promo
folders to stuff for tomorrow.

- Right. I should go.
- But you haven't eaten.

- I had a big lunch.

Excuse me.

- That's some assistant
you've got there.

- Yeah. She's a good kid.

Her mom died. She had to quit
school to take care of her.

She needed money, I needed help.

My little charity project.

- Eighteen recruits from the
top computer science students

in the country.

All Phi Beta Kappa.

All doing graduate level work.

- What about that one kid?

- Carl Branch?

- Yeah. Language re-con boy.

Yeah, that's him.

His programming skills
are brilliant.

I want you to hire him.

- We tried. Offered him mid-6.
Kid wasn't interested.

- He's starting his own company.

- Says he'd rather piss
glass than work for Cobalt.

You know, we're Big Brother,
blah, blah, blah.

- Really...

He could be a problem.

- Excuse me, sir.
This was returned.

Ms. Connor won't be
joining you tonight.

- OK.

What's next?

Allison?

Allison?

Hi. You didn't like the dress?

- I loved the dress.

- You have a boyfriend.

This is a reversal for me.

- What is?

- Someone wanting to
spend time with me

before they know who I am.

- Well, I didn't think it was
right, given your situation.

- I disagree.

- What would your wife think?

- Well, unfortunately
she passed away.

- God...

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

- It's OK.

It was all over the news
for like, 15 minutes.

- I don't watch much TV.

- What are you doing tomorrow?

- That depends
on Bev's schedule.

- Hey, it's me.

Do me a favour.

Make sure Bev Wallach
is in meetings tomorrow.

All day.

Good. Thanks.

All right.

I'll see you later.

- OK.

'Night.

Can they hear us?

- You get used to it.

Bev mentioned you
lost your mother.

- Yeah. Last year.

I still can't believe it.

- Your mom must have
been quite a woman.

She raised a
princess all by herself.

- Yeah, she was.

She was.

She used to tell me, "think with
your head, not with your heart."

Not that she ever could.

Back in Idaho we led these
whitewater rafting trips.

Worked a resort...

It was kind of paradise.

What's that look mean?

- I'm just trying to figure
out why I feel this way.

- You shouldn't.

- I promise to abide by
the law once we're married.

- You're a bit cocky.

- Why? You wouldn't marry me?

- I've never met
anyone like you.

- I got it just right.

- What?

- That dress.

It fits you exactly.

- How did you guess?

- Thorough analysis.

I was very motivated
to solve the problem.

- What are you pondering now?

- One of my favourite musicians
named a great song after you.

- Elvis Costello. "Allison"?

- Yeah. How did
you know that?

I thought you'd be
too young to know that.

- My mom named me
after that song.

- Really?

- So every night someone
lights a fire for you

and makes you dinner,

pours you champagne.

- No. Not the champagne part.

I usually pour it myself.

- What's it like never having
to do anything you don't want?

- We all do things
we don't want.

- I guess.

- You don't believe me?

- It's a little tough
to have sympathy.

- I'd be lying if I said I
wasn't the luckiest man alive.

Everyday we're
shaping the future.

It goes beyond anything
I ever imagined for myself.

What about you, beautiful?

What excites you?

- Nothing to compare with
what you just said.

I mean, my life
is pretty simple.

- Yeah, well, try me.

- Um...

Hot dry days.

Steep trails.

Rough rides.

That moment where your
feet touch the ocean.

That look.

- Allison Connor...

Best thing out of Idaho.

- Mr. Lauder.

- Yeah?

- You've been
described as a savant.

How do you determine when
an idea is worth pursuing?

- Good question.

There's a weighing of the
market for any given product.

Its potential to
be revolutionary.

Of course...

All the research in the world
can't take the place

of gut instinct.

- Carl Branch?

- It might sound primal,
but most of the time

you just know you have to
act on it, go for the kill.

OK, I'll take one more.

Yeah?

- Given your track record

I think we'd all be
interested to know

what are you most
excited about nowadays.

- Well, not what
you might think.

Hot dry days, steep trails,
rough rides...

That moment your
feet touch the ocean.

Ultimately, I believe

that technology should
work with nature,

not against it.

OK, it's been a pleasure.
Thank you very much.

- Where were you last night?

- That's my business.

- If you're doing Phillip Lauder

then it's my business.

God. He's a
huge contact.

I brought you here to assist me,

not to act like
an escort service.

- Bev. Please.

Phillip and I have
feelings for each other.

- You think he cares about you?

You don't think he's with a
different girl every night?

So what's the plan?

When do you see him again?

Yeah. Let it be a lesson.

Start packing.

I want to be out
of here by noon.

- Excuse me. Sorry.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Um, have you seen Phillip?

- I'm so sorry, darling.

His helicopter just lifted off.

Can I pass on a message?

- Yeah. Um...

Tell him that
Allison said goodbye.

And that he's a jerk.

- When we get back it's
going to be non-stop.

I'll need you to
work the weekend.

Look, a man's not
going to save you.

Lauder using you like
that? It's disgusting.

- Can you please
not mention him?

- Sure.

- Houston told me
you were upset.

Now, I know you're just a kid

but I thought you
were smart enough

to see that I'm
in love with you.

I thought you might love me too.

- I do.

Where were you?

- I had to stop and
do a little shopping.

- My God! Phillip!

- Come on.

I thought we'd get married in
the French Alps. Ever been?

- No.

- I want to show you something.

- Your parents?

- Yeah. It's the
day they eloped.

It's a huge scandal
for the Lauders.

Mom was Irish
Catholic and broke.

- Like me!

- Is it too fast?

- No.

- Good.

Because your life's
about to change.

- Are you trying to scare me?

- No.

I just want you to be happy.

- Well, as long as
I'm with you, I will be.

Besides, life's always changing.

- Not like this.

When enough money is involved

there's no way
things can be normal.

Through the doorway,
into the further space

where the movement was so big

it contained bonds and
constraints and labours,

and still was complete liberty.

She was the doorway to him.

He to her.

- D.H. Lawrence's
The Rainbow.

You remembered what
book I was reading.

- Of course.

You're my princess now.

Do you have somewhere
you have to be?

- I have to go back to work.

You should be flattered.

I haven't spent 4 days away
from Cobalt in over 20 years.

- Is this what you meant
about things changing?

- You can stay on
if you want to.

I'm sorry, darling.

I should have warned you,

but I didn't want
to spoil the mood.

- You're forgiven.

- Your bag will
be packed for you.

All you have to do is step out

and a helicopter will
take us to our jet.

- Anything else?

- Two things.

One, trust me and not
the lies of others.

And two, from now
on you're a target.

How do you like your new home?

- I don't believe it!

Do people really live like this?

- You do.

My sister Tanya has run
the place for years.

She used to be at Cobalt
until she burned out.

Now breeding horses
is her real passion.

Don't let her scare you.

- Phillip!

She's gorgeous!

I'm Tanya.
Your new sister-in-law.

- Hi. Allison.

It's good to meet you.

- You have the board meeting.

- I'll see you later tonight.

You sure you'll be OK?
- Yeah.

- She just married
a multi-billionaire.

I think she'll be fine, brother.

- What Tanya means is that she's
very happy to spend my money

and she thinks you will be too.

- Come.

See your new home.

- So I hear you love horses.

We have that in common.

- I doubt it.

This isn't like life with Mom,

rafting on the
Snake River rapids.

- How did you know that?

- The day you met Phillip,
I was faxed your complete file.

You had a full ride at
the University of Michigan.

Junior year you shacked up with
that Olympic skier Clay Reagan.

You dropped out just short of
graduating Suma in English.

No criminal record.

Perfect health.

Except for your
allergy to shellfish.

- This is crazy!
The day that we met?

- My brother is
a very powerful man.

We have to take precautions.

- Mr. Lauder asked me
to give this to you.

- "Hi, Princess.
Meet Mystic.

She's a prize-winner,
and she's all yours."

- She's a good girl. You're
going to have fun with her.

- They'll be plenty of time to
play with the horse later.

Let's go.

- Who was that?

- Stable girl.

The staff is here to serve you.
I wouldn't make friends.

The Allison suite.

Remodelled in your honour.

- You didn't have to.

- Monique had her own suite.

Phillip wanted you
to get the same.

- Monique?

- Phillip's late wife.

- I don't need my own bedroom.

- Phillip has huge
responsibilities.

It's selfish to make
demands on his time.

You're going to have to
take a number to see him.

-Hello?

- Separate bedrooms?

- Darling, I don't sleep!

I'm on the phone at 3:00 a.m.
I doze maybe 2 hours a night.

That room is so that you
can avoid my weirdness.

You don't have to use it.

All right?

We'll be together every night

that we're in the same city.

- And we sleep in the same room?

- Morning, Mrs. Lauder.

Roger Kern, head of security.

Would you come with me, please?

Rule number 1, 2, and 3.

Never leave the ranch
without an armed bodyguard.

Roger Kern!

We've got cameras throughout the
premises, with a few exceptions.

We don't monitor Mr. Lauder's
bedroom or any of the bathrooms.

We've got info on everyone here.

Fingerprints, retinal scans,

DNA.

- Is something funny?

- It's just a little extreme.

- All due respect...

Do you know what happened
to the previous Mrs. Lauder?

- Well, she died...

- She was kidnapped,
from inside the ranch.

Mr. Lauder paid
a $50 million ransom.

And she was later recovered...

dead.

Our first goal is to keep
Mr. Lauder and his family safe.

Right now, let's get
you into the database.

Fingerprint.

Voice sample.

- Allison Lauder.

-Retinal scan.

- Map of the ranch.

Master key.

A manual of do's and don'ts.

In a couple of weeks
it'll all be second nature.

-Process file.

- Our annual charity
party's next weekend.

Most of our guests
will be looking at you

under a microscope.

You're the hostess.

- OK...

What am I supposed to do?

- Just try to have fun.

Got a present for you.

It's a global tracking device so
I'll always know where you are.

- You know, I didn't
have much before

but at least I had privacy.

- Well before, no one could put
a dollar value on your life.

- Phillip, I found out
what happened to Monique.

Why didn't you tell me?

- She's dead. What more
do you need to know?

I'm sorry.

Can you understand
how I may not want

to talk to my sweet new wife
all about how the last one died?

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

- All that matters...

is that we're together.

I just want you to feel safe.

Be happy.

OK?

You forget chaos!

You can't predict
the exact behaviour

of a wide system
n steps into the future

without simulation of each step!

Pardon me, monsieur.

Nanotech is a footrace
I don't plan to lose.

Now you morons just
set us back 6 months!

One more stupid mistake,
I pull the plug.

Au revoir.

- Excuse me.

Where are all my clothes?

- Miss Tanya said
to throw them away.

My next guest...

- Tanya!

Don't ever touch my stuff again.

- I was only trying to help.

- I've been dressing
myself since I was 4.

I don't need your help.

- Well...

Here's the plan for today.

- What I plan to do
is get new clothes.

Hi.

I didn't catch your
name. I'm Allison.

- Christina.

- Mrs. Lauder...

- Any chance you want
to come shopping?

- Sure.

- The limo's waiting.

- How do you get here?

- I take the train.

- We'll take the train.

- That shop across the
street has cute clothes

and great prices.

I guess that's not an issue.

- I can still
appreciate a bargain.

I'll be right back.

- OK.

- So she's nothing like Monique?

- Not at all.

- Poor Monique. The whole
thing made me sick.

- It was horrible.

- Well, it didn't
have to happen though.

- What do you mean?

- It's so obvious!

Phillip didn't
want Monique back.

Everyone knows the
king gets what he wants.

- Yeah, um...

We shouldn't be
talking about this.

The lady of the hour!

Come in, my dear.
I need a word with you.

I have to go.

- Always a pleasure, T.

- What's up?

- Please sit down.

Well now, this is a bit awkward.

As you probably know,
Phillip and I go back 20 years.

So I know a good deal
about your husband.

He's generally right,
but often impulsive.

He didn't mention a
pre-nuptial agreement, did he?

- I don't see how
that concerns you.

- Well, it does.

By failing to protect himself,

Phillip puts the whole company
and many employees at risk.

- Maybe he trusts me.

- Of course he trusts you.

However, in this
type of situation

pre-nups are so much the norm

that not signing one
is borderline insanity.

- This type of situation?

- A disparity of wealth.

This is the agreement
Phillip's attorneys drafted

for him to give to you.

Obviously, he didn't.

But I think he should have.

This agreement, if anything
should happen to him,

leaves you very well fixed.

- Look, this isn't
some sort of scam,

if that's what you're thinking.

- This is a photograph
of Phillip's first wife.

Jennifer Getz.

- No. He was married
once to Monique.

- No. Twice.

He and Miss Getz tied the knot
in Vegas after ComDex, 1979.

They were young programmers.

They had a bit of
a rivalry going.

After the split, she wound up
with nothing. He got Cobalt.

If she had signed the pre-nup...

she'd be worth over $10 billion.

Instead...

she's answering phone
calls when servers crash.

- I can't believe he
didn't tell me this.

- He'd be very embarrassed
if you brought her up.

I hope you'll think about it.

- I will.

Seems like everyone around here

knows more about my
husband than I do.

- What do you mean?

- I found out that Phillip
was married before Monique.

- That programmer?

- That's what I mean.

- I think it lasted like,
a weekend or something.

- There's something else. I...

I overheard you and the
cashier talking yesterday.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, what do you
think she meant?

"Maybe Phillip didn't
want Monique back"?

- You'll be fine.

- What do you mean by that?

- You and Monique
are night and day.

She could be a bitch.

- Did she and Phillip
not get along?

- Really shouldn't
be talking about this.

- Please.

I need a friend here.

- Well...

Monique would argue with him.

From what I've heard,
if you get him mad,

you don't get a second chance.

- Excuse me, what's
in that room?

- Storage for the late Mrs.
Lauder's belongings, ma'am.

- Thanks.

- You can't
possibly be finished.

Have you cleaned in here?

What about the windows?

- I already did them, ma'am.

- Hi, this is Allison Lauder
calling for Stuart Wilson.

Mr. Wilson, hi. I'm
calling about Monique.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

I need you to do
me a big favour.

- Sure.

- OK.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

- Who knows you're here?

- Nobody.

- Do you know what attorney-
client privilege is?

It means that I can't
discuss my client with you.

- Monique was very secretive
about her appointment with you.

Scheduled for the day that
she turned up dead.

I think my husband might
want to know that.

I'll go tell him right
now. Good afternoon.

- Monique retained
me for her divorce.

She wanted out of her
pre-nup. She wanted half.

We made a meeting,

obviously she didn't show up.

- I found this with
your business card.

- It's not mine.

A little word of advice:

Enjoy the money.

Don't ask questions.

- Cheryl Cummings, FBI.

- What do you want?
- It's odd.

Married less than a month...

already consulting
a divorce attorney?

What prompted the visit?

- I just wanted to
talk to a lawyer.

- I was the lead investigator
into Monique Casimer's death.

It's my belief your husband
staged his wife's kidnapping

in order to have her killed.

- What does this
have to do with me?

- Monique told your
lawyer, Stuart Wilson,

that she had something
big on Cobalt.

Some evidence she could
use to sway the pre-nup.

A week later she's dead.
You see a connection?

- She was a major target.

- She was a major threat.

Whatever she found was
enough to get her killed.

Now, we have theories on your
husband's criminal activity.

But we don't have evidence.

That's where you come in.

- I don't follow.

- Lauder Ranch is a fortress.

But you're there.

You can re-trace
Monique's steps,

you can be very
helpful to our case.

- Are you asking me to give you
evidence against my husband?

- I'm not asking.

If you don't co-operate, you'll
be an accomplice to murder.

- How do you know I
won't tell Phillip?

- You tell him, you disappear.

Same as Monique.

You leave him, he grows
suspicious, you disappear.

You become a threat.

Your instinct is
to protect your husband,

a man you've known
less than a month.

Think with your head,
not your heart.

- Look, if you're
trying to scare me...

I love my husband!

- You either work with
us and gain immunity

or you don't.

And when we catch up
with Phillip Lauder

you face criminal charges.

Regardless, your life
as you know it is over.

Call me.

If something doesn't
feel right, trust yourself.

- Mrs. Lauder.

Have a seat.

Where did you go in town?

- Just had lunch.
Looked around.

- Have a good time?

I understand the ranch
can be restrictive.

You're a young girl, just
want to have a little fun.

It must be hard for you.

Maybe lonely even, with Mr.
Lauder working all the time.

What's in the bag?

- Candy.

- I have an awful sweet tooth.

May I?

I didn't mean to scare you.

Look, it's my job to keep
you out of harm's way.

And it's your job to
keep us appraised.

But if this happens again
I'll have to tell Mr. Lauder.

He'll view it as a lapse, and...

I like my job.

Let's get you back to the ranch.

- Allison?

Hey.
- Hi!

- What are you doing?

I wanted to surprise you.

You didn't have a
picture of us in here.

I know you're swamped.
I'll let you go.

- Aren't you
forgetting something?

- I don't think so.

Phillip?

- Yes, darling?

- I was wondering...

How is it for so long Cobalt's
managed to stay on top?

- Well, we hire the best, we've
had good luck, great ideas...

But mainly it's
constant vigilance

and maintaining a
standard of excellence.

- That sounds rehearsed.

- You caught me.

I get asked that
question all the time.

It's a standard Cobalt response.

- So, what's your response?

Why are you always
first to market?

- My motto is
"anticipate and acclerate".

I take a guess at
the next big thing

and then I go after it
before anyone notices.

Kind of like how we met
at the registration.

- We met on the trails.

- Well, technically, yeah.

But I first saw you
at the registration.

I noticed 100 guys
doing double takes

and I had to find
out who you were.

- So you arranged to meet me?

- I figured I would stop in

at whatever panel
discussion you were hitting.

But then I heard
you went for a run,

so I decided to chase
you down on the trails.

- I thought that we met by fate.

- Fate works better
when you're prepared.

- We fell in love. What does
it matter how me met?

Where are you going?

Calm down.

- You acted like you'd
never seen me before.

You completely manipulated me.

- Men chase beautiful
women. You know that.

It was just a smarter
version of finding out

what a woman likes to drink
and having it sent over.

- Everything and
everyone is a game to you.

- No. Not you.

- How would I know?

You're completely capable of
hiding the truth from me.

- Look, I know you're upset.
You feel tricked.

- Only about the most
important thing in my life!

- I'm sorry.

- I going to sleep
in my room tonight.

Hi. It's Bev!

Um, I'm in town.

I'm taking you to lunch,
and no arguments.

You look 5 years older,
in a good way.

Did I mention how much
I like your outfit?

- Twice.

- So um, will you be working?

I guess, why would you, really?

- After I finish school. I plan
on going back in the Fall.

- He's letting you do that?

- I don't need
a permission slip.

- Right!

- So, you haven't even
told me why you're in town.

- I'm so sorry for all
those awful things I said.

You really were a doll.

- Are you OK?

- Go to the ladies' room.

- What?

- Just do it, please.

- You know where to find me.

- Allison.

I enlisted Bev to bring you
out here so we could talk.

- About what?

- You've got information for me.

- I told you that I would
contact you if I had anything.

- The camera loves you.

So, what was in the envelope?

- Paperwork.

It was the divorce contract

Stuart Wilson was
drafting up for Monique.

I'd better go.
- Not yet.

- My God!

- Wilson. They found his body
soon after you talked to him.

Now, you're sure you don't
have anything to tell me?

Allison, you're in
danger. I can help.

Come with me. You should
be in protective custody.

- I have to go.

- Mrs. Lauder?

Your bodyguards left
with Miss Wallach.

They asked that you leave
with these gentlemen.

- Are you FBI?

Look, I told Agent Cummings

I didn't want to go with her.

- Little Idaho nature girl.

Didn't know who Phillip Lauder
was, some crap like that.

What does a billionaire's
wife fetch nowadays?

- Could be worth $60 mil.

- Who do you work for?

- Just enjoy the ride.

- Look familiar?

- This is where
they found the body.

- Beaten past recognition.

- Poor Monique. She was
a beautiful woman.

I wonder what it
was that killed her?

The beating?

Or the garroting?

- Dunno.

She's quiet.

- Quiet is good.

It means she can keep a secret.

Tour's over.

- You looking for this?

I took the tracking chip out.

It wasn't much
of a present, really.

Beautiful.

- Just give me a minute.

- Sure.

- We just missed the turn-off.

- There is no dinner party.

- What's going on?

- It's a surprise.

I planned a weekend getaway.

- We need some time alone,
just the two of us.

- I didn't bring any clothes.

- A bag was packed for you.

- I have things scheduled.

- Tanya took care of it.

Just relax.

Welcome to my hideout.

- Where's he going?

- We'll be safe without him.

See that button?

It brings the police
in less than 10 minutes.

Yep. Two days of just
you, me, and nature.

- What...?

- Power failure.

Come on.

Finally found a way to
get you alone in the dark!

Don't worry, I wired
this place myself.

Here, hold this.

- OK.

Here it is right here.

There we go.

I like nature,
but with electricity.

After you.

- I think I'll say good night.

- That's a good idea.
Let's go to bed.

- I'm really tired.

- It's for us, this weekend.

- I know. We'll have
a great time tomorrow.

Promise.

- We're too far out.

Your phone won't work here.
There's no signal.

When you're ready,
I think we need to talk.

- I'm ready.

- Allison, I need to know
what's pushing you away from me.

See, I don't have as
much time left as you do.

And I have never felt this
way about anyone before.

- What about Monique?

- Monique was a mistake.

I felt more for you in 5 minutes

than I did for her in
6 years of marriage.

- So why didn't you leave her?

- I have a hard time
accepting failure.

- And so she disappeared.

- It's not how it seems.

I did everything I possibly
could to get her back.

I paid the ransom.

I co-operated with the FBI.

I did everything
I possibly could.

I wanted her out of my life,
but I didn't kill her.

I would never kill anyone.

When you strip away the business
and the money and everything

I'm just a programmer.

I mean, I was a nerd
before the word existed.

I'm a nerd who is
deeply in love with you.

What's going on?

- Brunch.

- I had the chef
prepare this for us.

- Um, I just have to
go clean this first.

- Did you find the peroxide?

- Do you need some help?

- I'll be right out.

- You like it?

Allison?

You really scared me there.

It turns out the chef wasn't
aware of your allergy.

There was shellfish
in our crepes.

- I want to apologize
for what happened.

I should have informed the chef.

It was a simple oversight.

It won't happen again.

- These are keys to a new
house I just bought for you.

Because that's where you're
moving after the party.

- Here's some more flowers.

- Great. Just
put 'em over here.

All right, darling.
I'll let you rest, OK?

- OK.

Christina.

I need your help.

- OK.

Detective Cummings, please.

When do you expect her?

No, no.

No message.

- Visiting hours, I'm told.

Feeling better?

- A bit.

Our boy's all torn up. Thinks
you don't love him anymore.

I told him he's a damn fool.

He's a different man.

Frankly, better, since
you've been around.

So, you have to
take care of yourself.

He'll need you at
the party tomorrow.

- It's Mrs. Lauder.
I'm going shopping.

Morning.

- Morning, Mrs. Lauder.

- Is my limo ready?

- You're not cleared
to leave the ranch

until the doctors approve.

- What?

- If you'd like, we can
get Mr. Lauder on the phone.

- No, that won't be necessary.

- Hey! You're up and about!

- Yeah. Will you
take a walk with me?

OK.

Cobalt's been paying to
eliminate the competition.

Literally.

They've got this secret fund.

It's linked to half a
dozen murders and arson...

An explosion...

Monique was putting the
whole thing together

and then she was killed.

- But the kidnapping?

- It was fake.

She was wearing a
one-of-a-kind necklace

the day that she disappeared.

I found that necklace
in Phillip's cabin.

They took her there,
probably to kill her

as soon as she found
out what was going on.

I was planning on telling
Agent Cummings.

- You think they know that you
were trying to contact her?

- Probably.

If I wasn't a threat
before, I am now.

Security won't even
let me go shopping.

- We've got to get
you away from here.

- The party.

I need you to have Mystic
ready to go at 7:30.

You put this in her saddlebag
along with Monique's necklace.

You'll find it in
Phillip's cabin.

- You feeling up
to this, beautiful?

- Of course.

Thank you.

- Hello there, beautiful.

Too bad I have to
fly off later tonight.

- We'll just have to wait.

I'd better go mingle.

- Nightingale's headed inside.
I want a visual on her ASAP.

- Allison!

I'm so glad to see
you're feeling better.

I was hoping for a dance.

- Actually, I'm not
feeling that great.

I was just heading upstairs.

- I'm sorry. Would
you like a doctor?

- No, no. I just
need some rest.

- Hey...

Where is Allison?

- Flirting with Houston.

Where else?

- You're drunk.

I asked you, where is Allison?

- Lighten up!

- Allison?

- I asked you a question.

Why is Mrs. Lauder's
horse saddled up?

- I was just about to
take her out for a ride.

I know I'm not supposed to...

- This horse has been
out already tonight.

As I recall,

it was your I.D. card
Mrs. Lauder used

to sneak off the ranch.

South grounds! Near the stables!

Let's move!

- Hey. You'd better hurry.

- Thank you for everything.

Take this.

Take a paid vacation
immediately.

- Go! Good luck!

- Hang on.

- Is something wrong?

- No. I'm going to need you to
cover for me for a little while.

Allison?

Allison?

- Don't worry, sir.
We'll get her.

- Sir, it's about Mrs. Lauder.

She knows everything.

Stay where you are!

- We can take care of her, sir.

You should get
back to the party.

- No, I'll handle this myself.

This tranquilizer dart,
who authorized that?

- What tranquilizer?

- Argh!

- You didn't know?

- Of course not.

How long have
you known about it?

- Two weeks.

- Why didn't you tell me?

You thought I was involved.

- I thought that
you had to know.

I accessed the spreadsheet
on your computer.

- There's over a million
files in that database.

How did you...

- Monique's stuff.

She was going to use everything
against you in the divorce.

What?

- We'll have to assume
they'll kill us now.

Yeah.

OK, I'll be right there.

- Hey, mister.

- Hey, T. What do you want?

- I thought we could have
a drink, like old times.

- There's a glitch with
the product launch.

I have to go.

- I'm sure that it can wait.

- No, it can't wait.
I have to go.

You left your party early.

You snuck away to the cabin.

There was an accident.

The woods can be
a dangerous place.

- First Monique,
now the two of us?

Who's going to believe that?

- There may be some talk.

There was talk before
and we made it go away.

- You're a sick man.

- I love you like
a brother, Phillip.

I don't want this.

- If you think I'm going to
approve of your decision

to kill innocent people

you're insane.

- No, no, no.

I'm loyal.

I made sure each act was unique.

Always at a key point
in our evolution

yet random enough
to seem undetectable.

- They were kids!

- They were threats.

My job was to grow this company

and I succeeded
beyond anyone's dreams.

Thousands of people rely on us.

Millions of shareholders.

This nation's economy,
for God's sake!

That had to be protected.

- I thought we won on ideas.

- God, man!

You're worth north of
$40 billion dollars

as of close of market today.

No one gets to
$40 billion on ideas alone.

There is always
a trail of blood.

- And I guess that's
where you come in.

- See?

She's the reason you're here.

Your little Nancy
Drew trophy wife.

She's the reason I have to
say goodbye to you, buddy.

I hope she was worth it.

Make sure they're dead,
then torch the cabin.

- That's kerosene.

- Good job.

- We have to get out of here.
This place is like a tinder box.

- Could I have your
attention please?

Good evening.

Thanks to your
generous contributions

and matching donations from
the Phillip Lauder Foundation

we've raised $4 million
this evening!

You should be proud of
the difference you've made

to so many people's lives.

To you.

Cheers!

- I'd also like to propose
a second toast.

To...

To Phillip Lauder and
his lovely new bride.

Unfortunately,
Phillip and Allison

had to leave early today.

But he asked me to pass...

To pass along his...

- I had planned on being
in San Francisco tonight

to promote Cobalt's
latest release.

However...

circumstances have
caused me to...

reevaluate my priorities.

My new wife and I are
going to take a honeymoon.

- No, you're not.

- Houston... just drop it.

It is over.

- Houston, you listen to me.

You think about it.

You kill Phillip, you destroy
everything you work for.

The stock, the legacy...

Without Phillip,
Cobalt is nothing.

Put the gun down!

- I'm sorry.

- Whoa, whoa...

So, where to?

- Anywhere.

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