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Hey, Jerry.

Let's do it.

Thank you, Sadie. Mm-hmm.

My friends,

I am so proud and
happy to welcome you

to this celebration
of my son Xander--

the new C.E.O. of Harrington Media.

Where is the little cuss, anyway?

Late for work already-
not a good sign.

Elizabeth, text him,
would you? You got it.

Um, I am sure my husband

has a very good excuse for his...

Ah, there you are, Xander.

That's what killed
Xander Harrington,

and this is where he was attacked.
Now the blood trail

starts here, right where the
letter opener was found.

The deputy coroner says it was a
single stab wound to the neck. Mm.

Now the blow sends him backwards.
He slams his head,

goes down. He's dazed,
slowly bleeding out

for a good 20 minutes or so,
then somehow gathers himself up

and goes for help. Coroner
couldn't believe he even made it

out to the party.

Party which was for him.
Guy just got a big promotion.

Had a wife and kid.
How sad is that?

Sad. Anything else?

Well, according to the
victim's father, there was

a confidential business file on
this desk that's gone missing.

Nothing else taken.
What was the file about?

Plans for the "Daily Observer"--
newspaper.

Debt restructuring,
cost cutting, layoffs.

Layoffs?

Any "Observer" employees
invited to the party?

So you're reporters for the,
uh, "Observer."

Xander Harrington-
man of the people, huh?

Inviting the ink-stained wretches.

Xander was a good guy.

Did any of you hear
about the layoffs

that were coming up soon?

Layoffs? What layoffs?

Well, actually, there's,
uh, quite a long list.

Yeah. It appears that no one is safe.
Must be very scary

in the newspaper
business these days.

That's a very lovely dress.

Great color.

Well, thank you. I'm Heather Evans.

Hello, Heather Evans.
You're very attractive. Mm.

It's probably why your
name's not on that list.

Good-looking women live
in a different world.

Excuse me? What's this
list you keep mentioning?

Oh, come on, Heather.

The list that was in the file

that you took off Xander
Harrington's desk.

Everyone here--

we mention layoffs,
and everyone here reacts except you,

because you have read the list.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

I didn't go anywhere
near Xander's desk.

Bravo. Very well played,

considering the stress you
must be feeling right now.

You know, I was hoping
to dazzle you all

with my uncanny Detective skills,
but you force me--

you force me to just
reveal the humdrum facts

and point out that you have
blood on your shoes, Heather.

Wha--

Could you step out
of your shoe, ma'am?

"Stop the presses"?
That's the phrase, right?

"Stop the presses." Yeah. Got it.

Always wanted to say that.

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Xander Harrington caught
you snooping in his office,

and you killed him.

Now maybe you didn't mean to do it.

You were surprised, scared-- no.
I didn't even see him.

It was dark. No lights.

Curtains were drawn.

I went to the desk,

i took the file,

and I ran.

If I'd known he was...

My God, I would never have...

How'd you know that
there was a list at all?

Someone told you. Who?

A confidential source.

And you'll go to jail
to protect this source?

Ed. Edward Harrington-
Xander's brother.

He, um...

He said there were gonna
be layoffs on Monday.

I just-- i just wanted to know

whether or not i still had a job.

It's a very good job.
Not anymore, it's not.

Tell me exactly what happened
from the beginning.

Ma'am? Is there, uh,

I-is there something
specific that you wanted?

No. No. Just keeping apprised.

Huh.

Alex Harrington is the owner

of the seventh largest media
conglomerate in the world.

Yes, ma'am.

And you don't want
to disappoint a man

who owns 200 tv stations
and a national newspaper.

No, ma'am.

Looks like Heather's cleared.

Timeline puts her at the bar
at the time of the attack.

That's according to several male
guests who remember her well. Figures.

Only leaves 196 party
guests and 42 staff

as potential suspects.
Start with the brother.

Okay.

Take Rigsby.

Problem?

Nope. Not at all.

Ma'am? You're giving
my team assignments?

I know. I'm sorry.
Should've been your call.

I just want to make sure
those two can hack it.

Fair enough.

The head of your security said that

the house is fully wired,
but the family asked

the cameras inside be turned off?
Why's that?

I take responsibility for that.

No, it's my fault. I'm Tara-
Alex's wife. This is Ella.

And I'm the one who had
the cameras disconnected.

It's my fault. It's
nobody's fault, dear. Hush.

Why'd you do it?

Cameras and panic rooms
and armed guards--

it's a lot to take.

I hated feeling watched
in my own home.

Seems so silly now.

I'm sorry. How long until you
take that horrible stuff down?

Forensics has promised to
release the crime scene

as soon as possible.
I am so sorry for any inconvenience.

Excuse me.

Uh, I'm too upset.

Uh, m-m-may I? Oh.

Thank you.

So, uh, you and Xander were close?

He and Sadie were my
only true friends.

People seem more interested

in befriending your
money and connections

when you're married to the C.
E.O. of Harrington Media.

Yes, I suppose it can
be difficult at times.

By the way, it's former C.E.O.

Xander forced me out. Really?

Really.

He convened the board,
secured the necessary votes.

Son staged a coup.

Yes.

You have any idea the guts
it takes to pull that off?

Xander proved he could lead.
I've never been prouder of him.

Proud of, uh, Eddie,
too-- my other son.

Well, of course.

But Xander had the
strength to lead, the guts.

That's important to you,
isn't it--guts?

Of course. Guts, heart.
What else is there?

Spleen, liver, kidneys,
uh, genitalia.

Lot of important stuff there.

Are you being flippant with me?

My son is dead.

Forgive me. I-I was.

Lost myself for a second.
Forgot where I was.

But, you know, that-
-that's a very beautiful painting.

Very nice work, yeah.
Can I talk to you for a moment?

Quit that! What?

Poking the bigwig.

"Poking the bigwig."

Ah, I like it.
It's got a nice ring to it.

I understand it's compulsion
you're not fully in control of,

but I wish you would try.

It would make our work a lot
easier if you did... try.

Did you see that? What?

Right outside that window.

There's a pink unicorn. Amazing!

Now you're hallucinating.

No. No, no, look.
It's right outside the window.

Seriously, look. It's a unicorn!

I want to see!

I don't see a unicorn.
It's right there.

I'm trying to trick her.

Oh. Yes. Yeah.

What a nice unicorn.

Yeah, very nice unicorn.

So you like to have
secret tea parties?

How did you know
about the tea party?

Oh, you know, I kind of like
secret tea parties, too.

I'm Patrick. That's Teresa. Hi.

I'm Ashley Harrington.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
You, too.

Now who's your mom and dad?

Xander Harrington and
Sadie Cardozo Harrington.

I know my address and
phone number, too.

Very good. Patrick and I are
actually looking for your mommy.

Do you know where she is?

Outside. We could go cheer her up.

Is she sad, sweetie?

She misses daddy.
He went away on a trip.

Mr. Harrington, you prodded
Heather Evans into going

into your brother's office,
didn't you?

I told her the file
was on the desk.

What she did with that
information is her problem.

You're the West coast
head of media operations,

and you tell an employee about
a confidential layoff list?

Well, I had a feeling
she'd be grateful.

And she was.

You exchanged the
information for sex.

Yes. I did.

Gate security has you
leaving the party

just before your brother
died of his injuries.

I didn't know what had happened,
and I didn't particularly want

to watch his coronation,
frankly. It's boring.

Forgive me, Xander.

Did you kill your brother, ed?

Would you give us a second?

No, I did not kill my brother.

Well, you didn't seem
that sad about his death.

Well, maybe I just don't
display my emotions to cops.

Maybe.

Look, I'd like to tell
you that Xander and I

were the best of friends,
but we weren't.

We're just different people.
We were different people.

He'd...

Always do the right things,
say the right things.

Dad would say, "jump.
" He'd ask, "how high?"

And you?

Dad never asks me to jump.

Mommy! Mommy! Baby, Hmm?

We're going to get ice cream.

Okay. One scoop,
okay? No spoiling dinner.

Okay.

One scoop it is. And I'll e-mail
you the Arizona overnights.

You've got that conference call
tomorrow with the affiliates.

Okay. Thanks, Elizabeth.

Come on.

You haven't told her?

How do you tell a 6-year-old
her father's never coming home?

Well, she pretty
much knows already.

She just doesn't understand it yet.

Nor do I. I just--

I keep thinking Xander would
know exactly what to say to her.

It's so stupid, huh?

Xander must have had enemies--

business rivals that
resented his success?

Um... sure.

Yeah, but nothing abnormal.

Well, there is the
"Visualize" thing.

The "Observer" is about to
run an investigative series,

and it's gonna be very critical.

Visualize? The sort
of religious group?

You know, it's more like a cult.

It's brainwashing with a
sideline in tax fraud.

You know, we got a-a
pretty nasty letter

from their leader-- Bret Stiles--

threatening unspecified
trouble if we ran it.

I can get you a copy.

Oh, you--you had me at "cult."

Creepy.

What, you don't ke giant eyeballs?

No.

Hi. I'm Steven Wench.

Most folks call me "brother Steve."

Are you the C.B.I.
folks who called?

Yeah. Brother Patrick and,
uh, my brother Cho.

Well, come this way.

I'm sorry,

but I'm afraid Mr.
Stiles isn't on the premises today.

Where is he?

At this precise moment,
I don't know.

Bret lives spontaneously.

But I'm happy to help
with any questions.

I have a question.

Uh, what are they doing in
there with those gizmos?

That's where our technicians
assess for inner vision.

Really? Mm-hmm.

That sounds fun.
Can anyone do that?

Um... sure.

Excellent. Cho,
you got the interview, right?

Just, uh, sign in.

Oh, yeah. Sure, sure.

Hey. I wanna go. Hi.

Have a seat. Cool.

Excellent.

All right.

Just kidding.

W-what do I do?

Well, place your fingers on the orb

and, uh, tell me your name.
You first.

David. Hi, David. I'm Patrick.

Fingers on the orb.

Do you find sadness in
the world around you?

Yes.

Do you find yourself dwelling
on the misfortunes of your past?

Yeah.

Do you often think

people are secretly out to get you?

Yes.

How you doing?

How am I doing? Yeah.

Uh, how am I doing?

Well, Patrick,

you have serious issues
with paranoia and depression

and negative thinking in general.

What?

I would recommend

our immersive vialation
program for you,

as a matter of urgency.

Oh, okay. Um...

Do--do--do you-- do you take that?

Ah! Not so fast.

You thought you had me, didn't you?

You guys have got a
sweet scheme going here.

Maybe we should get going.

We gotta go get a warrant.

Before coming to persecute us,

did you even look at
Xander Harrington's wife?

Sadie. We look at everyone, sir.
What about her?

We heard there was
trouble in her marriage.

If Xander divorced her,
there's a prenup.

But if he dies, she gets it all.

Where'd you hear that, Steve?

Do--do you have
someone on the inside?

I've said enough. Please leave.

Do you have a gift shop?

'Cause I'd love an eyeball
mug or something. No.

Okay.

Good job, Steven.

Good job.

That was... beautifully handled.

Thank you, Mr. Stiles.

No, thank you.

So the guy claims Stiles is
only threatening legal trouble,

that Visualize is a religion
of science and peace.

Tell that to the tv
reporter from Atlanta.

Last spring,
he went off on Visualize,

next day, he was flying
through the windshield

of a member's car.

One more thing.

About Sadie and
Xander's marriage...

An affair?

No.

Xander and I have been
partners in everything

since the first week
of business school.

I loved him, and I respected him.

I had no reason to stray.

Neither did he.

Sometimes you don't need a reason.

Oh.

Agent Lisbon, you're here.

Something to report?

No, she just, um, thinks

I was screwing around on your son.

Excuse me. I have
better things to do.

Do you think she was
having an affair?

On balance, no.

Go on.

Sadie loves this company,
as well as my son.

She'd never risk everything
for a roll in the hay.

Ambitious as all hell, that girl.

I like it. Don't get me wrong.

She's doubled our profit

since she took over
running the tv stations.

Um... Excuse my rudeness.

Agent Lisbon.

Get everybody out of the house.
There's not enough time.

Do what you can. Tara! Sadie!

Hello?

It's me. I need your help.

Well, hello, Lisbon.
You need my help?

I need your help finding a bomb.

There's still time.
You're good at this kind of thing.

If we find the bomb intact,

maybe we can still get rid of it.

What, are you nuts?
What do you want to do that for?

It's a bomb. Just get out of there.

The guy's got comprehensive
home insurance, I'm sure.

Oh, come on, Jane.
We've got two minutes. All right?

Where did they put it?

They said it was somewhere
in the grand salon.

Well, if they called
it the grand salon,

then obviously they're insiders.

Good point.

Uh, l-leading us where?

Uh, let me see.

Uh, if I was familiar
with that room,

I would plant a bomb...

Try under the sofa.
No, no, no, no, no.

The cupboard over
by the dutch forgery

in the corner. Uh, th-the painting?

How do you know it's a forgery?

Eh, the brushwork-- it's all wrong.

It's way too loose.

Oh, my God. You were right.

Yeah, well, of course.

That looser feeling didn't
develop until much later on.

No! The bomb. I found it.
One minute left.

Oh, good. Time to leave.
Get out of there.

Lisbon, if you think I
am even gonna engage

in this game of
"which wire to pull,"

I'm not interested.
I don't wanna play that game.

Just leave right now. Run. Okay?

Okay. You're right. I'm outta here.

Thank you. Good.

Where's mommy?

Hang on. Ashley?

Ashley, we have to leave now. No!

Lisbon!

Ashley, get out from
under there. Ashley.

No! No! I want my mommy!

Sweetie, come on. We have to go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on there?

Ashley, come on. Ashley!
Ashley! No! Leave me alone!

I want my mommy!

Come out! You come out now!
That's an order!

Lisbon, pick up the girl and leave.
I want my mommy!

Just pick her up and
take her outside.

You can do that. Run away now.

Lisbon?

Ohh...

Lisbon!

Ohh...

Lisbon!

You are a very bad girl.

You're a bad girl.

Agent Lisbon.

Thank you.

Thank you for saving
my granddaughter.

We are so grateful.

It's all part of the service.

No, you were brave and resourceful,

and I'll make sure your
supervisors say as much

in your file.

Look, if there's ever anything
I can do for you personally,

please don't hesitate.

Well, you could offer her the pad
for a weekend during the summer.

Actually, uh, I was
wondering if I could speak

with some of your staff who
had access to that room.

Ah, Edward.
Thank you for joining us.

I just heard what happened.
Is everyone all right?

Oh, everyone's fine. It's fine.

Well, if there's anything
I can do to help,

just say the word. I'm here.

Actually, uh, I'll be
issuing an announcement,

and I wanted to let you
and Sadie know first.

Announcements? Ooh,
I love announcements.

Um, sh-should we order
up a round of cocktails?

I'll make this quick.

Uh, as much as it pains
me to discuss business

at a time like this-
but the fact is,

we do have shareholders,
and the board has demanded

a new C.E.O.
be announced immediately.

Sadie, I bet.

Uh... Sadie. Wow.

Uh... Ed, I-I'm sorry.

No. No, that's okay.

That's... it's your right
to name whoever you want.

Uh, I-I don't know
what to say, Ed. I'm...

No, it's okay. It's,
um... I get it. I get it.

Um, I'm sure you'll do a great job.
Congratulations.

Okay...

Well, I'm not gonna say anything.

The bomb threat-- we got something.

It came from the phone
of Elizabeth Stanfeld.

Sadie Harrington's assistant.
Let's go get that warrant.

Nice work.

Thanks.

Kitchen's clear.

Bedroom, too.

Van Pelt been acting weird to you?

Please don't talk to me
about Van Pelt.

No, I won't. Has she?

No.

It's just she's...
She's been smiling at me.

No kidding.

Sometimes I think she
might still be into me.

That'd be weird, huh?

You're weird.

Cold.

You know, I don't think
Stanfeld's been here in a while.

Hey, check this out.

A tool for living."

Elizabeth Stanfeld's a
member of Visualize.

Looks like Bret Stiles is gonna
be talking to us after all.

The eye is not just the
window to the soul.

It is the key to
unlocking your greatness.

It is the key,

because when you see it,
you will be it.

One more time.

The eye is not just the
window to the soul.

It is the key to
unlocking your greatness.

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Uh...

The eye is the key?
Or the window? Or is it both?

I'm a little confused.

Mr. Jane, I presume.

Yeah. Hello. Welcome.

Oh, you're expecting us?

Oh, yes. And I presume this is
your long-suffering colleague,

Agent Lisbon.

If I may say, she is more
beautiful than advertised.

Oh, thanks, guy.
Take a little break. Thank you.

Give us a few minutes. Thank you.

Thank you.

Elizabeth Stanfeld,

your, um... "Dear friend
and fine student"--

she planted a bomb at
the Harringtons' house--

a bomb she couldn't have
possibly made herself.

Lisbon here defused it. Heroine.

Oh. Well, I-I'm--I mean,
I may have taught her.

Uh... Stanfeld?

Oh.

Uh, w-was she a brunette?

Mr. Stiles, "dear friend"? Well,
yeah, but, you know,

I've signed millions
of these in my time.

I always like to personalize them.

It's a little trick I learned
from an old friend of mine,

Ronnie Reagan.

So you have no knowledge
of this woman?

You have no knowledge
of any attacks

on the Harrington family?

That's your position, is it?

No, it's not "my position."

Actually, it's the truth.

My eyes aren't,
uh... Windows or doors

or even keys, for that matter.

I use 'em to look at things,

and what I'm looking at right
now is a big, fat liar.

Really?

Really. Yes. Betrayed by
a faint facial tremor.

You could work on
that in the mirror.

You'd get some great results.

Mm.

You know, now I see why...

Red John really enjoys
sparring with you.

A worthy adversary, yeah?

Yes.

Straight for the jugular.

Obviously, you struck a nerve.

Hmm.

Losing a wife and a
child like that...

Well, it makes a man reckless,

untethered.

Fills him with anger and shame

that he cannot express.

Well, must make your job very hard,
Hmm?

Yes, but the health plan's great.

Mm.

Mr. Jane, I think we can help you.

I think we can scrub

that shame and grief
and self-hatred

right out of your system.

Bret, please.

We both know what you are.

I mean, let's be honest here.
You're a con man.

I mean, you're very charming,
and you're very good at it,

but you're just a con man.

And you could no more help me
than you can fly to the moon.

Mm. Now who's struck a nerve?

Nobody's past helping...

Even you.

Believe me when I say this, Bret--

you don't want to
make this personal.

Now give us Stanfeld,

or I will make it my
sole purpose to hound you

for the rest of your miserable,
phony life.

Whoa. Am I hearing a threat here?

I mean, a-aren't there rules
about this sort of thing? Hmm?

Like you said, untethered.

Mr. Stiles,

the percentage play here
is to give us Stanfeld.

She's not gonna betray you.
She's loyal.

Forget it, Lisbon.

I'm bored.

Elizabeth is at Edward
Harrington's penthouse.

She went to Edward? To do what?

I don't know.

Uh, she didn't tell me.
I gave her no instructions.

She went of her own free will.

Have a nice day.

Rigsby, get to ed Harrington's
place immediately.

It's clear.

Police! Don't move!

Let me see your hands!
Freeze! Mr. Harrington?

Mr. Harrington,
are you... all right?

Yep. I think he's... fine.

What the hell is going on?

See, the way it looks from here

is that you and Elizabeth
were in this together.

Take out Xander,

take out your father,

live happily ever after
with her and Bret Stiles.

No. I'm not into
that Visualize crap.

If I had any idea,
I-- uh, she was just--

just a friend.

Convenient, though,
that she seems intent on taking out

everyone between you and the
top job at Harrington Media.

Was Sadie next?

How do you know i wasn't next?

Visualize wanted to kill us all
because of that idiotic story.

Then why didn't she kill you, ed?

I-I don't know. You ever meet Bret
Stiles?

No. Anyone at all from the
Visualize organization?

No. So let me get this straight--

she was sleeping with you
because you were a Harrington,

but not an important enough
Harrington to kill. Is that it?

You're a stooge.

Yeah, I'm a stooge.
Thanks for the heads-up.

So Bret Stiles claims
you acted alone.

But you had an accomplice,
didn't you?

An accomplice to what?

The bombing attempt.
We've got your phone records.

Slam dunk. 20 years.

2 decades.

7,000 days living in a box.

I don't know how people do it.

Now help yourself out here.

We know someone gave you that bomb.

We know you didn't kill Xander.

Sadie Harrington was with
you the entire party.

Of course I didn't kill him.

But you know who did.

Give us a name,
and we can talk a deal.

I'm looking down at you
from a great height.

You're like ants.

It's sad how far I
am beyond you people,

spiritually and mentally.

Mm. But, uh, physically,

I think we, uh,
we might have the upper hand.

And physically is kinda
how they roll in prison.

Just because you've stopped my work

doesn't mean others
won't follow in my path.

You can't imprison the truth.

Oh, lizzy, you are batnuts crazy.
Batnuts, girl.

But that's okay. You're young.
You can recover your wits.

You're gonna have
to work very hard,

but you've given me
a very good idea,

and I thank you.

Excuse me. We've come
to take my son home.

This is a family matter.
I'm sorry, sir,

but we haven't finished questioning him.
Edward made a mistake.

It was dangerous, yes,
but not criminal,

so unless you have some
evidence linking him to a crime,

I'd like you to let him go.
Let the poor wretch go, Van Pelt.

He's guilty of nothing

except extremely
poor decision-making,

sexual partner-wise, and, uh...

Who hasn't been there?

Jane.

It isn't in my authority
to allow that, sir,

but if you'll wait a moment,
I'll find Agent Lisbon,

and she may be able
to help you out.

Dad? Never mind. There he is.

Eddie, we're leaving.

You bastard!
You stupid son of a bitch!

How could you endanger us?
Ashley was nearly killed.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go wait in the car.

I'm really sorry.

You're sorry? Sorry?
You little fool.

Have you no common sense, boy?

Are you completely-- sir,
you're gonna have to take it easy.

Anyhow, here we are.
Let's go home and discuss this.

Mr. Harrington, that isn't
going to be possible.

Oh, hell. Not again.

What's wrong?

Miserable cowards. More threats!

What does it say?

"Next time you won't be so lucky."

Sent from the same number
as the earlier threat.

I thought you had traced
that call to Stanfeld.

Well, they likely
use the same number

for many different cloned cells.

It proves it's the
same people, anyhow.

Meaning Visualize.

Agent Hightower, I'm going to need

additional protection
for my family,

at least until we can get
to the house in London.

Mr. Harrington,

while your family's
safety is at stake,

maybe it's best to
postpone the exposé.

If I gave, where does it stop?

My family would be
under constant threat

from people who don't
like what I print or air.

We need protection,
Agent Hightower.

Mr. Harrington,

the police assigned to you are
very well-trained personnel.

We can add more if--

I want your best people--

Ms. Lisbon and her team.

I'll insist on it.

Mr. Harrington, that's
very flattering, but you--

and if you could
release my son now,

I'd appreciate it.

I'll see what we can do.

(Police radio chatter, indistinct
conversations (Police radio chatter,
indistinct conversations

She's about to throw
out e queen of spades.

Stop showing off.

Ha.

That's what's called

"cutting off your nose
to spite your face."

I'll take that. Thank you. Lisbon.

Good night, everyone. Good night.

Alex, I told Ash she
uld stay up if you

tucked her in.
Is that okay? Absolutely.

Thank you.

Night, sweetie.

Perimeter's clear, boss.

Just checked in with
the guards outside.

Gin. There you go. Any takers?

Wish me luck.

Double. Sure.

Mm.

You're lucky man.

No such thing as luck. Really?

It's all about knowing the odds,
seizing the chans.

No luck involved.

Hogwash.

Hogwash?

You heard me. Hogwash. What's that?

What? Shh!

What are you--

Shh!

Wait a minute. I hear it, too.

I got Ashley covered here.

It's coming from in there.
Xander's office?

It's been sealed since the murder.

Clear.

Wow. Could've sworn I
heard someone in here.

Oh, what's this?

That's Ashley's.

So?

That's it.

What's it?

She was here. She was right here.

What's he talking about? No idea.

That's why she's been
so quiet and withdrawn.

She witnessed the murder.

The power's been cut.

Uh... w-we have a-a
backup generator.

Perimeter's been breached.

Someone's on the grounds.
Copy that, Van Pelt.

Charlie King one,
check the grounds.

Charlie King one, do you copy?

Charlie King one?

We're on our way to the safe room.

Secure Tara,
Sadie and the baby. Go!

Come on.

Seal the door now. Mm.

Grandpa?

It's okay, honey.

Don't be scared.

We're safe in here.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Come on.

There you go.

Oh, I could do with some chocolate.

You have any, uh, chocolate, Grace?

No. Just a little bit?

Van Pelt, what's the status? Lisbon,
that was very good.

I have one question. Who the
hell is Charlie King? Call it up.

I want mommy.

Hey, you remember the party
we had a few days ago?

With all the flowers and music?

That's right.

You were in daddy's
office that afternoon,

before the guests got here
for the party, remember?

Uh, were you maybe...

Hiding under his desk?

Playing tea party?

It's all right if you were.
You won't get in trouble.

Tell grandpa the truth, sweetheart.

Ashley...

If you were there,

maybe you saw the game

grandpa was playing with daddy.

Did you?

What the hell is going on?

Uh, we--it's a very clever plan.
Would you like me to explain?

Wait. Why are they
in the safe room?

What are you doing?

Ma'am, if you'll come with me,
I'll explain everything.

30 seconds and I'm
pulling the plug.

Daddy's dead, isn't he?

It was a game.

When your daddy fell...

It was an acciddent I didn't
mean to do it.

Cho.

Put your hands on your head.

Now.

You're under arrest.

You're a bastard!

Uh, well, thanks for the,
uh, feedback.

Always appreciated.

What's wrong with grandpa?

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

You've got nothing.

My lawyers will grind this to dust.

Don't say a single thing,
either of you.

They're saying I killed xan.

Well, that's not true, right?

Of course not.

It was very sweet
seeing you with Ashley.

Uh, I guess after two sons,

when she came along,
it lit up your world.

Strange, though, that you can't

so much as look at
your own daughter,

nor barely touch your lovely wife.

How'd you find out the
baby wasn't yours?

I know that you believed tara
was having an affair with Xander

and that your son was
Ella's biological father.

And you were partly right.

I mean, she was having
an affair with your son,

but it wasn't with Xander.
Was it, ed? Huh? Oh!

Yeah, I figured it out when
I saw you two at the CBI.

She was very angry with you,
very angry.

Pure jealousy.

Oh, my God.

I'm...

Ella's father. Congratulations.

She's a real peach, actually.
She's great.

No. Can't be.

I am so sorry.

No! It was Xander!

It was Xander.

Okay. We'll take
that as a confession.

Thank you. Come on. Let's go.

You really don't think I
can do anything, do you?

It can't be.

Well, it is. Sorry.

You killed the wrong son.

Xander and Tara seemed too close.

Always whispering
together n the corners,

breaking apart when I'd
come into the room.

They were friends.

They were probably talking
about her affair with Ed.

So I ordered a paternity test.

The results came back

the day of the party.

Ella is not my child,

but you know that already,
don't you?

What did you expect, dad?!

You treat her like just another
one of your possessions,

but she's not! I confronted Xan.

You betrayed me!

He didn't deny it.

Why didn't he just deny it?

He assumed you knew it was Ed.

You!

Aah!

When I think...

of what poor Ashley saw...

She didn't see anything.
I made it up.

But the teacup-- she was there.

Yes, I know.

But it's all in the wrist.

My good friend Senator Aleman

is very concerned
about my treatment.

Of course, you do know the good Senator,
huh? Yes.

Chair of the Justice Committee.
I know him.

Bret Stiles. Good to see you.

Looking sharp.

I mean, I'd hate to tell him

that you failed to
resolve this matter.

So why don't we
resolve it right now?

Mm. Good.

Patrick, Mr. Stiles here says that

you antagonized him and
conducted yourself in a way

that reflected
poorly on the bureau.

Do you have anything to say?

Uh, no. I'm--I'm good, thanks.

Okay.

Actually, there's one
thing I'd like to say.

Is this gonna be helpful,
Patrick? Probably not.

Okay, then, there you go.
Nice talking with you.

What? You're--you're kidding,
right? That's it?

No. Do give my best
to Senator Aleman.

Is he still seeing that
stripper in Bakersfield?

Lovely girl.

Well, well.

I can see that I've
met my match here.

You two--

quite the double act.

Ah. I will retreat, chastened.

By the way...

We will find a way to charge you
with that attempted bombing.

Miss Hightower, shh.

Don't push your luck.

So long, Bret.

Don't draw the wrong
lesson here, Patrick.

I've got Stiles checkmated.

But if a player with
real juice came in here,

I'd want to see you dance for him.

Isn't that what we just did?

You know what I mean.

Okay.

And I do love to dance.

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